No! I Want It In My Ass! Please!

The plea came out of the reporter's mouth automatically. Panic struck the reporter at the thought of her poor, unprotected pussy. It was definitely a dangerous day and she couldn't take the risk. It was taking this dickgirl's cock up her ass or nothing...and Lois Lane had come too far to back out now.

"Okay pet," Angelica Blaze said, soothingly. "We'll just stay here for a minute, yeah. Try and relax. We can talk."

The dickgirl's hands began to gently massage the reporter's ass, gripping the buttocks and squeezing gently, rubbing them in gentle circular motions.

"First time in a place like this?" Blaze asked, while kneading the reporter's ass. Lois closed her eyes, knowing that the dickgirl was trying to distract her.

"Yes. I uh...I wasn't expecting..."

"So you came here looking for something else. A date? Some handsome young man to take you home for the evening?"

"No," Lois said. Then, feeling that was lame. "Four women have gone missing. They were last seen in this club."

"So you're a detective?" Blaze whispered, moving her hands up to the small of Lois Lane's back, thumbs kneading at the taut muscles at the base of her spine. "Police?"

"I...I'm a reporter," Lois realized that her butt didn't hurt anymore. She could still feel the tip of the dickgirl's cock in her ass, but the conversation had helped take her mind off it.

"Hmm," Blaze said. "That's good. Maybe I can help you with that?"

"You know where they are?" The reporter let a bit of surprise into her voice.

"Oh yes. They're very close," the dickgirl hissed.

Lois Lane's next question was cut off by the feeling of the swollen shaft slipping further into her ass.

"Let's finish here, and I'll show you where they are," Blaze promised.