End: Lois Disobeys

Somewhere, deep down inside of Lois, a spark burned. Her body screamed in sexual frustration. She wanted, really wanted, to give in. Just for a moment. Just so she could get what she needed.

But Lois Lane doesn't give in.

It was who she was, and who she would ever be. She stood up, hands tugging at the collar—and when that wouldn't come off, she tore the leash out of Angelica Blaze's hand.

The dickgirl stared at her, eyes wide.

"What are you doing?" she said. "I thought..."

"You thought wrong," Lois growled. "I'm no-one's bitch."

Before Angelica Blaze could utter another word, Lois was on her, pressing her lips against her lover's half-open mouth. The reporter lifted her leg and straddled the dickgirl's hard prick, sliding it home as the strong shemale half-heartedly tried to push her away.

In full view of everyone in the club, Lois mounted her lover behind the bar. Not as a good, subservient fuckhole, but as a woman who knew what she wanted and was eager and willing to get it.

Blaze gave in, letting her back slam against the back of the bar. Lois twisted on her dick, turning to face the room, bracing herself against the bar as she slammed her pussy back against the raging hard-on inside of her. The dickgirl's hands came down and grabbed her hips, settling in as if they belonged there.

"Bad girl," the dickgirl said with a smile. "I should spank you."

"Shut up and fuck me!" Lois growled.

The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter stared out at the club—all eyes were on her, enjoying the show. One...two...three...yes, all four of the missing women were there, dressed as waitresses. The reporter grinned, wondering how the interviews would go. She wasn't leaving here without a story...and without something else, too.

"Cum in me," she hissed at Angelica, pushing that cock as deep inside her as she could with each stroke. Some of the women were openly touching themselves now, smiling, laughing. Their faces were flushed, nipples hard, and Lois felt the sweat pour down her body and fly off her breasts as little droplets as she fucked herself on her lover's cock.

She wanted them to see her take it. On her own terms.

Then Blaze pushed forward, tossing Lois up onto the bar, hanging on for dear life as the dickgirl began a sudden pounding barrage that threatened to break her cunt. The savage shemale shafted Lois like she was trying to stab her dick straight through her cervix and into her womb, and even though the reporter knew that was impossible she howled and urged her on.

The dickgirl came first. Tossing her head back, a warm wetness burst inside the reporter's pussy. Weak and watery compared to her first load, there was still enough volume that Lois was sure that it could still have knocked up every woman in the room.

There was a soft click as Blaze undid the leash. Lois leaned around and they met for a kiss, as the room began a soft applause.

"We really need to work on our relationship," Angelica told her.

"I might love and honor," Lois shot back. "But never count on me to 'obey.'"

That night, there were drinks and interviews. Lois carried the squelching seed around in her pussy for hours, denied any chance to wash up until she got home, arm in arm with her new lover. Tomorrow, she knew, between the hangover and the sore pussy, she would look over the snoring shemale in her bed and there would be questions, maybe even regrets.

But not tonight.