Chapter 14 by Zeebop

How Does Blaze Respond?

Of Course

Angelica Blaze smiled. She produced a pale white square, as through some conjurer's trick.

"But I only have one left." The dickgirl extended it to Lois. "If you'd like to do the honors?"

Lois Lane took the proffered prophylactic and sat on the edge of the bed. She carefully ripped open the package, taking out the pale white circle of latex—and then Blaze was there, her cock practically in the reporter's face. Lois could smell it, the warm animal scent of a hard cock, weeping precum...

She took a deep breath and tried to remember how to do this right.

Pinch the tip, she thought, grasping the sperm reservoir. And work the top of it around the head.

It was a snug fit, the fat purple head clearly visible beneath its latex second skin.

Now roll it down the shaft...

Lois felt herself holding her breath as she touched the hard cock. It looked so much bigger up close, like her mouth could barely fit around the tip, although she knew that was at least partly a trick of perspective. Her pussy was flooding, **** to feel that hard meat inside of her, but she needed that level of protection the condom offered.

She was just unrolling the last bit...still an inch to go until the bottom of the shaft...and Lois gave it a little tug, and the whole condom split along the middle, a vertical rip down the length of the shaft. Lois opened her mouth in wordless horror.

"Woops," Angelica said, voice full of mock-concern. "Don't suppose you have on, do you?"

Lois remembered to close her mouth. Shook her head, unable to hide her disappointment.

"Any other form of contraception? Female condom? Diaphragm? Spermicidal jelly?"

The reporter shook her head, mouth suddenly bitter. She hadn't had sex in so long her supplies of such things were completely exhausted.

"Well sweatmeat, I guess you have a choice to make. Either your unprotected cunt—"

Lois Lane's heart leapt into her mouth, pussy itching madly.

"—or your ass."