Epilogue: Lois Lane, Pregnant Cocksucker

Back in the club, where it had all begun.

The wall had been freshly painted, years of graffiti covered over in a smooth matte black layer.

The hole, some three inches in diameter, had been freshly sawn in the wall. The edges had been sanded down, then covered with layers of thick black electrical tape, radiating out like a dark sun. No rough edges for anyone's junk to be caught on.

A silver sharpie hung from the wall on a chain. Blaze had already written LOIS on the wall, and underlined it.

She had provided a pad, and a water bottle. A heavy lock on the outside of the door, to keep others out. Blaze had even been kind enough to clean the toilet.

"How long?" Was all that Lois had asked, instinctively cradling her belly, when the demon had told her what the price of tonight's fix would be.

"Two hours. Just to get you started. You suck any cock that comes in. One of them will be mine." The dickgirl gave that wicked little half-smile. "Maybe you'll even be able to guess which one."

Lois swallowed heavily. It had been three days since Blaze's last "visit." The reporter had been agitated and distracted at work, blowing up at people over little things. The staff of the Daily Planet had chalked it up to pregnancy hormones, but the 28-week pregnant reporter knew it was the addiction eating away at her. Body sluggish, listless, mind always coming back to thoughts of the demon's cock, the salty tang of her jizz. Just thinking about it now, the reporter's pussy dampened.

"Two hours," Lois said.

It was the waiting that got to the reporter. Lois had known reporters that turned into alcoholics during stakeouts, living in grimy squalor in their cars, just waiting and waiting. She had felt that kind of insanity herself, once or twice; when your world shrinks down to your personal space and your target. Two hours naked in front of a gloryhole wasn't much by comparison.

Outside, she could hear the music start. The crowd starting to filter in. The eager beavers would hit the bar first, get their drinks. Maybe sit out the first song, maybe dance. Two or three songs in, the drinks would be finished. Some would get another. But those with weak bladders, they'd already be ready...

The door creaked open. Rubber heels squeaked on the tile. Agitation ate at Lois, anticipation building. She could see only what the hole allowed her to see...black dress pants, black sneakers. A pale white cock pissing into the urinal. Shake shake shake of the finish. Hand moving to zip up...and pause.

Lois found herself holding her breath. He had seen the hole. Could probably see her underneath it, flash of naked skin. Would he...

Turn and face her. Full view of the fine blond hair covering the balls, curly and twisty. The purple mushroom tip of the penis growing closer and closer.

I don't really want to suck this cock, Lois thought to herself as her first customer inserted himself through the hole, his testes sliding over the ledge, belly pressed against the wall. But what if it's Blaze?

She leaned forward and licked the tip. A hint of bitter liquid piss as her tongue slid over the urethra. Her hand came up to lift the wet noodle so that she could pop the whole head into her mouth.

It was just a dick. Nothing magical, nothing strange or scary. A perfectly normal cock, the head soft and small, the flesh a little cool in her hand as she sucked on the head, stroking it with two fingers, encouraging it into life.

They were young. The dick swelled quickly under her ministrations. Lois ran her tongue around the head, wondering if the taste was familiar. If this was Blaze in some disguise, or just some random guy, who wandered into the bathroom for a piss and would wander out after a blowjob.

There was only one way to find out.

He began to move, when his dick was hard. She went down on him with long, wet slurps, because she knew that Blaze liked it when she made some noise. An average-sized cock, no signs of disease, no scars or other notable features. Textbook dick. But as he got close, she could feel him press in and out, flattening his stomach against the wall, basically trying to hump the hole. Her hands came up to gently fondle his balls, one finger sliding underneath, that patch of too-smooth skin, reaching back to his taint...

The cum burst out a moment before Lois expected it too. A hot, bright sticky dollop hit the back of her throat before she was ready, and Lois instinctively swallowed. The rest land on her tongue, collecting in a salty pool. Like trying to hold a tablespoon of soy sauce in your mouth. The pregnant reporter swallowed it quickly, glad she had the bottle of water handy.

This wasn't the jizz she was looking for.

He pulled out and zipped his fresh-cleaned cock back into his pants. Lois took the marker and touched a silver notch beneath her name.

Back to waiting for her cock to come in.