Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What Does Blaze Say?

Cum For Me Again

It was a command. Lois Lane didn't hear it with her ears. In her drunken haze, the tongue in her ear felt as though it wrapped around her brain, and Angelica Blaze's words went straight past the reporter's conscious mind, shot down her spine, straight to her pussy...

The nearest onlookers were in the splash zone as Lois Lane's pussy exploded. Her cunt spasmed uncontrollably, ejaculating wildly, eyes rolled up in her head. Angelica held her in place, her cock slowly working in and out of the squirting, shaking slit until the naked reporter's cunt-juice dripped off of the dickgirl's swollen balls.

You liked that, you slut.

It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Lois moaned aloud as her body heaved, moving itself, feeling the hot seed pouring into her, all the eyes watching the naked bitch who came shamelessly while gutting fucked in public. Slowly, inexorably, Lois Lane's mind was being tweaked...

Lois Lane smiled at her admirers. Spread her legs wide and moved her hips. She loved the feel of that hot cum squelching in her stuffed cunny...almost as much as she loved the admiring eyes staring at her body. It was so hot, the way they watched her get fucked. The way their cocks and nipples got hard, the way they couldn't look away. The reporter raised her arms above her head and bent her elbows, hugging Angelica's head to her. She wondered if she could cum again, while they watched...or maybe stand up and jerk Angelica off into her pussy, or get on her knees and finger her cum-filled gash while cleaning Angie off with her mouth, or...

The possibilities were endless. Enticing. Erotic. Exciting. Exhilarating. She rotated her hips and squeezed her cunt harder, milking the cum out of those big balls. Of course, later she would have to get a morning-after pill or something, just to be safe, but right now she reveled in the idea that she might be getting knocked up this very second, and everyone was watching and could see.

Then Blaze's hands began to roam over the reporter's body. Rubbing her thighs. Squeezing her small breasts. And the next little command burst into Lois Lane's brain.