Give Her Sugardaddy The Ass She's Paid For

The pregnant reporter bent over and spread her cheeks. The gold-plated plug that Blaze had bought was there, between her cheeks. The demon reached forward, long slim red fingers grasped the flared base and pulled...and Lois Lane gasped, as the memories continued to flood her brain.

How distant Clark Kent had grown, since Lois had gotten her sugardaddy. The reporter had felt bad about it at first, how she had apparently hurt his feelings...but Blaze had been so generous, she simply couldn't resist showing off the presents her lover gave her, or to mention where they went on their dates...

...plus, the new contact with the wealthy brought Lois new contacts. Perry White put her on the fashion and high society circuit, and the crusading reporter mingled with the rich and powerful. Many of the women admired her style, and complimented her on her sugardaddy...and Lois had felt a weird pride in that choice...

...except some of the bitches had started to flirt with Blaze. That was what prompted Lois to work harder to please Blaze. When the dickgirl had taken her out to the strip clubs, Lois had been uneasy at first...until she had seen how fascinated Blaze was by the strippers. That was what started Lois on the pole-dancing lessons...Lois had a pole installed in her apartment so that she could strip for her lover. Except it wasn't enough. Which is why she had gotten the implants...and a little more work done...and Blaze was happy to pay for all of it...

...until, little by little, Lois Lane had learned how to please her sugardaddy. Blaze loved when Lois played the slut, the bimbo, the whore. Loved it when Lois submitted, but also loved it when Lois took the initiative in her own submission. That was why Lois had begged her for the gold-plated butt plug. Something Lois could carry around all day, to be ready for her lover.

"After all," Lois had said, as she batted her long eyelashes, "when I get super-pregnant, you'll need to fuck my ass. I don't think I can live a day without your cock, daddy."

It had been a game...but the more Lois Lane had played the part of the spoiled slut, the sugarbaby, the proud, independent reporter that begged for Blaze's spunk...the more Lois had found herself falling instinctively into those rhythms. At night, she dreamed about Blaze's cock...and sometimes when she woke up, she found that Blaze had busted a nut in her mouth, so that she started the day swallowing a load of cum. Even when Lois had found out who Blaze was, what she was, the revelation hadn't stopped anything...

Now, the golden butt-plug popped free, and Lois Lane held her ass cheeks as it gaped. She eased herself down onto the demonic dickgirl's stiff prick. It sank in easier than Lois thought it should...but then her memory supplied her with dozens of times over the last few months when she'd been fucked hard by that stiff scarlet shaft. Her ass was used to taking Blaze's cock.

"I hope you enjoy being pregnant, fuckmeat," Blaze said. "Because as long as I'm paying for you, you're going to be my personal breeder!"