Girlfriends Suck Cock, Right?

Angelica Blaze held up her limp cock in one hand, a hopeful expression on her face. Lois gave her A Look.

"Really? I'm trying to talk to you about serious relationship stuff, and the first thing you ask is whether I'm going to put your dick in my mouth?"

"It's not like that!" Blaze said, earnestly. "It's just...this would be monogamous, right? No sexual relations with other people?"

The reporter felt her spine stiffen a little. This wasn't where she was expecting this conversation to go, but it seemed a reasonable enough question.

"Yes." she said guardedly.

"Right. Unlike normal humans, my sex drive is...well...demonic. On my own, this isn't a problem, there are plenty of...candidates. But if it's just the two of us...well, I'll only have one subject for my ardor. You might find that a bit...overpowering."

Lois cocked her head. "How often do you need sex, exactly?"

"I normally fuck six to eight times a day." Angelica said, looking a little sheepish. Without even stroking her cock, Lois could see it begin to stiffen. "I can ejaculate a lot more—it's how I keep the bar supplied—but I need regular sex or I go...a little crazy."

"Define 'crazy,'" Lois said, not sure whether or not she should believe what the dickgirl was telling her. The reporter was finding it increasingly difficult not to stare at the swelling cock.

"Super-villainy. When I get **** to get off, I get...irrational, impulsive, a bit amoral." The rod in her hand was stiff now, a drop glistening at the tip of the swollen purple helmet.

"So...if I can swallow your semen on a daily basis, you can stop being a supervillain?" Lois said, not sure she could believe the thoughts she was entertaining right now.

Only horny teenagers with no sexual experience considered getting laid eight times a day the stuff of dreams. Adults had to plan out their day, pussies and assholes and cocks grew chafed and sore. What Angelica Blaze was describing was something clinical...sex addiction, priapism, satyriasis, and only the DSM-V knew what else. From the sound of it, what Blaze needed was more than a cumbucket to pour her accumulated jizz into every day. She needed therapy, maybe medication.

On the other hand, Lois thought to herself. The first step to getting help is admitting you have a problem...and it's good that she brought this up now, instead of trying to surprise me with it later. At least if she's being honest and upfront, we can work around it...starting right now.

Lois licked her lips.

"Yeah," the reporter said. "We are going to be monogamous. No supervillainy. And girlfriends do suck cock."

The reporter leaned forward, pressing her lips against the swollen tip of that cock, smearing them with precum, as if to prove her point.