Lois Lane Wants To Interview That Cock!

"Your boss?" Lois Lane said. "Then what are we waiting for!?"

The reporter planted her feet against the floor and stood up. The long black horse cock slid out of her and slapped back between the faux-Vixen's breasts. For a moment, Lois Lane wobbled on her heels, dizzy and suddenly, achingly empty.

But not for long! she said.

With a grumble, the blue-balled faux-Vixen stumbled to her feet.

"Sure. This way," she said as she adjusted her few scraps of costume. Not that anything could hide that horse-prick.

They left the room. Down a corridor of plush carpet, past doors from which soft moans and grunts issued. Prints on the wall showed supervillains and heroines in moments of undress during their fights. To a sort of lobby area with an elevator.

Lois Lane didn't even feel self-conscious, walking around half-naked, thighs clammy and pussy bared. There was an odd excitement inside of her. A feeling of anticipation. She felt almost giddy at the prospect of seeing a cock even bigger than the one she had already taken.

Plus, if it's whoever is in charge, maybe I can get the answers to my questions, Lois told herself. Yet even as she thought it, the reporter knew she was lying to herself. As much as she wanted answers, she wanted that dick more. That big dick to fill her up to the max. With every step she took, the yearning emptiness inside her seemed to grow. The hairs rose on the back of her neck as though something watched her, but Lois didn't care. Her focus had narrowed to a single thought.

I guess I am a size queen.

"In there," the horse-cocked shemale pointed. "Hit 'BB.' That will take you right to her."

Lois Lane pressed the button. The doors of the elevator opened, and she strode in, confidently. The doors closed...that strange sensation of being watched momentarily left her...and a sudden doubt assailed the reporter as her finger hovered over the 'BB' button.

What the hell am I doing? she wondered. Am I really going down there just to see how much cock I can cram into my apparently capacious cunt? Is this really who I am? Something weird is obviously going on here. I should call Superman or the Justice League. I should just leave. Take this elevator up and walk away. Obviously it's affecting me...how the hell else did I take a horse cock to the hilt without massive internal damage?

Rational thoughts warred with irrational desires as Lois Lane paused. It felt as though her entire fate was going to be determined by the push of a button.