Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What does Lois choose?

Lois Agrees—And Bites Blaze's Cock Off

The gagged reporter glared at Blaze, the tattoos throbbing...but then her eyes dropped, her cheeks flushed and she nodded. Nor did Lois Lane fight as the gag was taken out of her mouth. The dickgirl tattooist waved her prick in the reporter's face.

"That's a good girl," she said, as the smell of her unwashed prick made Lois Lane's nostrils flare. "Get a good whiff. Remember, you want to swallow all of my load. Otherwise...well, they might call you the most tattooed reporter at the Daily Planet."

The reporter didn't meet her eye. She opened her mouth, obediently...and Blaze guided her cock into her mouth. Watching the reporter's face as the tip of the dick touched the entrance of her throat. The convulsive gag. Lois couldn't see the dickgirl's smile as she pushed her stiff dick in deeper, pressing it past the clutching throat, **** Lois of air.

Blaze smiled wider as Lois seemed to struggle for a moment, the dickgirl grinding her crotch into the reporter's nose, the balls pressed against her chin. No doubt the tattoos on her chest were bothering her...and the indignity. The tattooist brushed the hair from Lois Lane's forehead, pausing deep inside of her throat. Letting Lois get used to it.

"Look at me," Blaze ordered. "Look at me as you suck my cock, like a good whore."

Lois raised her eyes. Violet eyes, full of fire and lightning. Blaze smiled wider.

Then she felt the teeth.

Too late, the dickgirl pulled back...screaming in sudden agony, the skin of her stiff prick shredding as the reporter's jaws closed. Black blood spurted from the half-severed prick as Blaze tore free...a fountain of demonic blood tasted like hot pennies in the reporter's mouth, that sprayed all over the reporter's face and chest...and the thirsty tattoos drank greedily.