Lois Can't Feel It

Blaze pushed deep inside of her...so deep that the reporter, standing up in the middle of a crowded bar, was **** onto her toes. The cock felt like it pressed against the back of her pussy. Lois could feel it throb. Like a pulse within her. Expanding and contracting. Over and over.

Yet she couldn't feel the cum. Just a warm wetness at the mouth of her pussy. She stood there, on edge, and everyone around was just minding their own business and it was like none of them could see her right there, pussy stuffed, in the very act of insemination...impregnation...

It was supposed to be the culminating moment of her life, when all her hopes and dreams came through, when she would start out that big family she'd always wanted...and yet Lois Lane felt nothing more than she had any other time a lover had dumped their cum inside of her. There was no impact, no momentous orgasm, no soul-shaking awareness of her egg being penetrated by sperm. She felt...like a sock, or a wad of kleenex.

As if sensing Lois Lane's disappointment, Angelica's tongue pushed deeper into the reporter's ear...painfully deep. Lois winced at the unexpected sensation, as if the tongue was stretching her ear-hole, the tongue poking into her brain...wrapping around her frontal lobes...giving a gentle squeeze.

Silver sparks burst in front of the reporter's eyes, and for a moment she could taste the color yellow in her mouth. Her pussy clamped down hard, her whole body stiffened.

You like being used as a cumrag.

The words bored into the reporter's brain...pleasure and pain mixed together. A ditzy smile stretched her face as hot spunk dripped from her vice-tight cunt. Blaze was still cumming inside her. She felt worthless...and she loved it. Loved being just a a receptacle for the dickgirl's seed, the seed that was going to knock her up, get her good and preggers.

It's what you've been waiting for all these years.

Lois Lane's body went cataleptic, muscles clinched so tight she couldn't move. The lights went crazy as her eyes unfocused, the sounds of the bar grew distorted and strange as a high-pitched buzz filled her brain. All those years she'd struggled and fought to be respected despite her gender, to fight to get the top of her profession instead of sleeping her way up, to trade on her sills and intelligence and...and all that time all she wanted was...

...for someone to take control, to bend you over and plow your tight cunt, to breed you. It's your secret fetish...your inner self...who you really are...

The reporter began to shake. Her cervix spasmed, opened and closed to suck up the demon's potent jizz like a baleen whale, the black froth of Satanic spunk swept into the dark uterus to find the reporter's egg...and for a moment, Blaze wondered if she hadn't pushed the reporter a little too far.