Hot Massage & A Douche

Tonya Wong poured water over the rocks. The water boiled almost instantly, rising as a cloud of steam. Lois Lane and her new blonde friend—Cynthia Johns—relaxed in the heat as Angelica Blaze and her assistants rubbed oil into the two women's sweaty, tired bodies. It was almost like a spa day.

Except, of course, that Blaze hadn't yet given Lois any opportunity to wash the no-doubt potent cum out of her pussy.

The reporter could still feel it there, as Tonya handed her an ice-cold pink gin to sip. The kind of sticky wetness in her cunt. The reporter knew that she needed to address the issue and soon. But in truth, it had been a long time since she had a massage or visited a sauna, and Blaze's hands were nothing less than magical, working out the deep knots in the muscles of her back.

"...I only come here about once a month, but when you've been in business as long as I have dear, you'll know that this kind of treatment isn't just a luxury—it is an essential part of your health regime." Cynthia sipped her own martini (three olives, extra dry). The woman had been profusely thankful at the vigorous cunt-stretching the reporter had given to her, and the two women had been bonding all during their rub down.

With a wet smack on the ass that stung pleasantly, Blaze announced she was done. Lois stretched. She could have tolerated that kind of treatment all night, but now it really was time...

"We have your douche all set up, Miss Lane," Tonya Wong said, taking the reporter's empty glass from her hand as Angelica helped the sleepy reporter to sit up.

"Douche?" Lois said, blinking her eyes. The combination of steam, vigorous fucking, ****, and being up past her bedtime was affecting the reporter, and she knew it.

"Just a little precaution. We like our guests to leave here clean inside and out. We can do an enema too, if you'd like."

Lois blinked. "No, that won't be necessary. A douche will be fine."

They led the two women into a pristine shower, tiled in a complicated tesselation of white and pink. They were parked on little stools right across from each other. Normally, Lois would have felt self-conscious about being naked in such close quarters with two women and a magnificently hung dickgirl, but the others showed absolutely no concern about the whole situation, and Lois didn't want to make a fuss.

Blaze positioned a large, blunt-tipped syringe onto a slot in the floor, just above the drain.

"The stool goes over this—you see the hole in the bottom?—position the tip just at the entrance of your pussy. There's a foot pedal, so you can operate it yourself. Just press down, and it'll squirt deep, cleaning you out inside."

Lois licked her lips. It seemed pretty simple and obvious. Anyway, this was a ready-made opportunity to clean the cum out of her cunt. That should decrease her risk of pregnancy. Over on the other side, Tonya Wong was helping Cynthia, who obviously had too much to drink, to insert the nozzle into her pussy. Lois blushed as the horny little minx bent down and gave a quick kiss to the older woman's clitoris!

Now that's what I call full-service, Lois thought, as her foot found its way to the pedal. Fortunately, she wasn't that ****, though she had no doubt that Blaze would be more than happy to do the same thing. The reporter glanced over at the now-quiescent dong as she reached down and spread her lips, so that the nozzle of the syringe would shoot directly into her pussy.

A part of her still couldn't believe she had taken the whole thing.

Maybe I'll come here again someday. She thought.

Her foot hit the pedal. But what shot out of the syringe, jetting into her bared pussy, wasn't water.