Quickie Now

Just get it over with, Lane, Lois told herself. It was like taking off a bandaid, best to just rip the thing off. If she didn't do it now she'd spend all night worrying about it.

"Let's do it now," Lois Lane said.

Angelica Blaze nodded. "Certainly. Do you have any preference on...position?"

"Just stay put," the reporter said, undoing her seatbelt. Rolling onto her side, the reporter hooked her thumbs into her tight red pants, and the black panties beneath, and pulled them both down, squeezing them over her hips. Until at mid-thigh her pussy was perfectly exposed.

She turned and looked at the demon. "Take your cock out. Do I need to get you hard?"

Blaze smiled, unzipping her jeans. A blood-red cock emerged from the depths, maybe six inches extending past the teeth of the fly, the purple tip swollen and rigid.

"No," the dickgirl demon said breathily. "You are more than enough to get me hard."

Lois swallowed. She stood up, hands on the ceiling, feeling the vibration of the moving limousine as she maneuvered herself over to where Blaze was sitting, legs akimbo, the red pecker sticking straight up.

Can't believe I'm doing this, Lois told herself as she was positioned between those knees. Her own legs were bound together by her pants, limiting her ability to move. A part of her hoped that the car would hit a pothole, that she would be thrown backward into the demon's lap—but no such luck. She was going to have to do this of her own free will.

For mom, she thought as she lowered herself.

Something warm and hard brushed against her pussy. Angelica's hands were on either side of the reporter, waiting to catch her if she fell. Lois began to breath harder as she sank onto the crimson cock, feeling her pussy spread, the familiar and sensation of a hard prick in her long-neglected cunny.

Sank down until she could feel her ass against Blaze's jeans, the hard teeth of the fly biting gently into her labia.

Gently, slowly. holding onto the ceiling handle with her right hand, Lois began to fuck the cock. Raising and lowering herself, never letting the dick out of her pussy. The suspension in the limousine was excellent, but she could still feel a slight rumble through the soles of her feet. Up and down, faster and faster. It was quick, awkward...and, Lois realized, she was getting off on it.

The reporter blushed, glad that she was facing away from Blaze so that the demon couldn't see. It was embarrassing to her to feel pleasure from this, that her pussy was getting wetter, that the cock was hitting deep whenever she bottomed out. She started squeezing her cunt tight whenever she stood back up, milking the hard dick...and outside Metropolis rolled by, unable to see Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter, riding a cock, moaning softly, her right hand rubbing her pussy now as she went faster and faster and...

Blaze grunted. A warm wet explosion inside the reporter's cunt. The limousine rolled to a stop.

"We're here," the demon breathed. She was panting gently. Lois hesitated, feeling the ache in her pussy. Blaze had cum inside of her, but the reporter hadn't gotten off yet...

"Did you want to go inside?" Angelica asked.