Chapter 11 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Lick The Tip

Gently, hesitantly, Lois stuck out her tongue, the edges just brushing past Blaze's thumbs. The pink tip of her tongue, ultra-sensitive, contacted the soft surface of the shemale's cock. Heart thudding in her chest, the latex-bound reporter began running the tip up and down the length of Blaze's urethra.

Fear ran through Lois—trapped in a bathroom, bound in black latex-cum, this sexually excited inhuman boy-girl in front of her—and her brain ran through her increasingly diminished set of options. In this situation, there was little power to be had. Blaze was obviously a metahuman, or alien, or something. The trick with the latex proved that. And if Lois didn't want to end up ****...or worse...then she knew she had to play along, at least for a little while.

The reporter dipped her tongue back into her mouth a couple times, to keep it from drying out. Then she concentrated on swirling her little muscle around the bulbous purple head of the prick. Getting it nice and wet...and Blaze's hands relaxed their grip, just a little, as Lois focused on washing the head of her cock.

"That's the spirit," Blaze cooed.

It's funny what runs through your mind in these situations. Lois' internal monologue started up as she began running her tongue around the flared rim of the cockhead. All those charts about taste regions on your tongue...it really is saltier on the sides.

She was licking the bottom of the cock now, the head pressed up against her lips...and Lois knew there was only one place left for it to go. Mentally, she tried to prepare herself.

Look, it's just a blowjob. No different from earlier. You've got this, Lois.

Except it was different. Before, the Daily Planet's star reporter wasn't afraid of losing her life if she didn't do a good enough job, or worry about what a load of latex-sperm would do to her throat. Lois opened her mouth as wide as possible, wrapping her lips around the teeth.

"Oh, don't worry about that." Blaze grinned. "I've got it covered."