Panic

Ebony jism flowed in an endless spurts from that strange cock. Lois raised her hands to block the stream from hitting her face and noticed, for the first time, the way it moved. Not running and pooling like a liquid, drying into a flaky crust, but spreading from the point of contact like a dark, glossy film, drying to the consistency of rubber...or latex.

Lois had worn latex once, in an S/m club. She was doing a lifestyle piece, and the woman she was interviewing had wanted Lois to experience it, just once. The reporter remembered how tight it had been, and heavy; the way it had gripped her like a second skin, so that it felt like you were being squeezed all the time...it had been more stimulating than Lois had ever wanted to admit, but not something she had ever really wanted to experience again.

Worriedly, she pulled at the black goo on her hands, but it already covered her fingertips and nails, and she pawed ineffectually, watching it spread...and feeling the hot steady rain as dark ropes landed all over her. She looked up at Angelica Blaze, and the strange shemale smiled, humming to herself as she directed her freakish prick with both hands, aiming at ever inch of exposed skin.

The bathroom stall was too close for Lois to escape, and she could feel the scalding liquid spreading, spiderwebs of ebony sperm moving like something alive, crawling along her skin, joining up beneath her clothes. A tinge of claustrophobia hit Lois as she bolted upright, trying to squeeze past the spurting shemale, but Blaze only hummed and aimed a charcoal wad of splooge at her face...and Lois' world shrunk in half.

She couldn't see out of her left eye.

Blind animal panic hit Lois. The reporter shrieked and flailed angrily, fight or flight mode engaged, and yet most of her energy was wasted, banging against the walls, the toilet. Blaze sidestepped and dodged but never stopped, and Lois realized the shemale was humming, a half-familiar tune...

Dull pain rattled through Lois' limbs as she struck hard surfaces, but the spreading patches of darkness over her body cushioned the blows. Lois could feel something like a half-mask over her face and skull, leaving nostrils and mouth free...and the black jizz was consolidating around her neck like a collar, the dark patches on her hands creeping upward her forearms like opera gloves, and yet it wasn't stopping, and the ebony cum kept pumping and pumping...

The spurt of adrenaline soon spent itself and Lois felt herself on the floor, sobbing. Her back was to Blaze, and she felt something pull at her clothes...the sound of ripping cloth...a sudden pressure on her chest...and a release, as shirt and bra fell loose in front of her. A familiar hot black rain began to hit her bare back in gooey ropes, and began to spread. Finally, as Blaze broke into a snatch of song, Lois realized what she was humming...no...singing...

"I see a hot slut and I want it painted black..."