Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What does Blaze do with her dick?

Offer Lois A Choice

The ink-stained hands stroked her cock. Lois Lane felt drawn to the thing. It was long and skinny, and hung limp as Blaze pulled and tugged at it...but even as the naked reporter looked, it began to swell and stiffen. It didn't get much longer, but she watched the skin grow taut, the soft pink head balloon as blood flooded into it...and the smell hit her, strange and exotic as a spice shop, redolent of an animal-like musk.

"You've seen what happens when you get cum on your skin, Lois," the tattooist said.

Lois did. The last drops of jizz had been absorbed. The Celtic knotwork rosebush covered the reporter's chest. SLUT and WHORE were woven into the vines over Lois Lane's clavicles, and the shadow of naked women were visible along her ribs like naughty dryads. Her aching nipples were hard, and she could still feel every stroke...her chest felt like it was on fire.

"Which is why I'm going to give you a choice."

The cock was hard now. Lois could see the slight upward curve of it, and the tip waved in front of her nose. Lois craned her neck and pulled at her chains. If she wasn't gagged, she would bite the damned thing off. Yet what worried Lois was the clear bead of precum that slowly swelled at the tip of Blaze's dick.

"I could cum on your neck and let the tattoos spread...or...I could take off that gag and you can suck my dick and swallow my cum."

Lois tore her violet eyes from the cock and glared upwards at Blaze. The dickgirl had a Mona Lisa smile on her lips as she stroked her cock.

"I'll give you a moment to think about it, sweetmeat...but just so you know...I think your tattoos are very sexy...and I might cum soon...absolutely drench you."

Blaze leaned forward and bent her knees so that the head of the cock pressed against the hollow at the top of the reporter's sternum. Lois wanted to scream as she felt the familiar prick of a needle as a little rosebud blossomed on her skin there.