Lois Agrees

Lois Lane stared down at her new tits. She slid her hands under them, lifting the great wobbling masses. All her life, the reporter had dreamed of boobs. Now she had them.

Best not to get too greedy, she decided. After all, I've already got everything I want right here. Don't want to lose that.

"Then we're in agreement," Lois said. "My pussy, all night, and the women go free and I keep my tits."

"Done!" Blaze said, the thrill of victory in her voice. "Now...to the bedroom!"

The demon took the reporter's hand. Somewhere, lightning crashed. Lois felt for a moment as though she was falling. Wind whipped past her body, images flashed past her eyes. Cement, stone, a dinosaur skeleton...and when she felt a bare floor beneath her feet, the naked, top-heavy reporter found herself in a great five-sided crimson bedroom, the walls and ceilings of dressed stone, a great pentagram hovering overhead from which lights of various colors shone down on the vast circular bed in the middle of the room, which was covered with red silk sheets and topped with pillows of various sizes. There were five tables around it, piled with bottles of lubricant and sex toys of various shapes and sizes.

There were no windows, but Lois saw doors leading off to a bathroom, a closet full of what looked to be costumes, what appeared to be some sort of **** dungeon, and two that were closed.

Blaze came up from behind Lois, her hands sliding beneath the reporter's massive tits squeezing and groping them. The cock slid in between the cheeks of the reporter's ass.

"Long have I awaited this moment, Lois Lane," the demonic dickgirl growled. "And it shall be my pleasure to debase you in ways you never imagined."

Lois squeezed her butt cheeks around the hard cock.

"So...how do you want me first?" The reporter shot back, never once considering that when you make a deal with the devil, you should always read the fine print...