A Reach-Around and Prostate Massage

Lois Lane opened her mouth. She eyed the limp dick Aisha was flogging hungrily. Yet if the transwoman couldn't get it up, then the demonic reporter knew she could go elsewhere. Maybe find out what was going on, who was behind this. It had to be more than a coincidence that four women had disappeared in a club that sold DMN.

Then Maria's hand clamped around the reporter's new-grown prick, and even the paranoid thoughts briefly blanked from Lois Lane's mind.

A spit-slick middle finger slid up the demonic dickgirl's asshole, and Lois Lane let out a low, animalistic groan like a cow being penetrated by a bull. On her hands and knees, the crimson reporter's face flushed purple, and her long forked tongue lolled out of her mouth as she panted like a bitch in heat.

"Hmm, temperate inside is higher than normal," Maria said. "The mistress did say you might run a fever. But I think you like it. Are you sure you've never taken a finger up the ass before?"

Mistress! The word flared through the reporter's mind, a vindication of what she had suspected. They were working for someone! This had all be a trap, a set-up...and Lois Lane had fallen for it.

"Noooaggggh," Lois said as her eyes rolled up inside her head. Maria kept a ****-grip on the transformed reporter's dick, even as the young woman's finger gently swirled around inside the ring of muscle that clamped onto her finger. As if searching for something. Weird, unexpected sensations crammed the reporter's sin-riddled brain as erotic scenarios briefly overwhelmed her paranoia and her mission once again.

Then Maria's finger curled slightly, and she smiled as she found what she was looking for.

Lois Lane made a **** sound as Maria's finger prodded her prostate. Her whole body stiffened, every ounce of her being focused now on the slim finger penetrating her anus.

"Oooh, sensitive," Maria whispered. Her finger kept a steady pressure on the hard little nut buried in Lois Lane's backside. The young woman's other hand began to slowly stroke Lois Lane's shaft. The reporter could only mewl and quiver as her foreskin was pushed up over the swollen glans, and then tugged down again. Over and over, slowly and calmly, Maria the calm eye of the storm as Lois Lane felt her insides about to explode. The veins throbbed on the scarlet schlong around Maria's pale fingers. Precum dribbled freely from the head, to drip on the floor.

"Looks like she's sprung a leak," Maria's voice was little more than a hoarse whisper, and Lois knew from then tension in it that the young woman could feel the sexual arousal that seemed to radiate out from the scarlet-skinned reporter in palpable waves. "Aisha, why don't you plug her up?"