Let's Start As Fuckbuddies

Angelica Blinked, slowly. Lois thought for a moment she could actually see the dickgirl's irises disappear.

"Fuckbuddies?" The dickgirl said.

"You know," Lois Lane said. "Friends with benefits. We have sex, but keep it casual."

Angelica's brow furrowed. The corners of her mouth turned down.

"Define 'casual' in this context," the dickgirl said.

"Just...we would have sex, and be friends, but we wouldn't necessarily be in a relationship," Lois said. "We could date other people."

Angelica Blaze digested this.

"So I could...make love to other people," she said.

"Right!" Lois said.

"And you could make love to other people," Blaze said.

"Exactly," the reporter said with a sigh.

Angelica Blaze nodded her head...and then she stood up. The dickgirl's right hand grabbed the back of Lois Lane's left knee; her left hand laid flat against the small of the reporter's back. She dipped the half-naked reporter low, her cock still lodged firmly in the reporter's pussy. It was as though they were caught in the midst of an erotic dance...which, the reporter thought, they rather were.

"No," Blaze said, as she stared into the reporter's eyes.

"What?" Lois said, only one foot on the ground, precariously balanced and held up solely by the dickgirl's arms.

"I do not like to share. I do not wish to share you. I wish...all of you. At any cost." The dickgirl's eyes were pure white now, without pupil or iris, and began to glow from within. "You may not be my whore, Lois Lane, but I will suffer no other to love you."