Chapter 16 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Resist The Urge

Lois Lane wanted the cocaine. She didn't need it—she still couldn't feel her face. Her mind was racing as the **** sang through her brain. Yet it wasn't about want, it was about need.

This is what addiction is like, Lois thought to herself, holding herself carefully away from the two powdered lines as the dickgirl behind her slid the cock slowly into her cunt.

"Damn, you're tight!" Angelica hissed. Lois gripped the desk, glad for something that could take her mind off of the **** literally beneath her nose. She couldn't afford to be addicted to cocaine. Had to focus.

"It's not that I'm tight," Lois felt something slide out of her nose, and her tongue reached up to lick at it. Unable to tell if it was snot or blood, but it made her tongue tingle. "It's just that your cock is so fat."

The reporter stared down at the Peruvian flake. Her heart was racing, pulse pounding in her temples. Arms starting to shake with nervous energy.

"Hey. Hey." She found herself saying. "Can we sit on the couch. I want to bounce on your cock."

The dickgirl's nuts slapped into the reporter's pudenda. A strong hand slid into the reporter's hair, pulled it back gently.

"Oh?" Blaze said. "But you haven't finished your treat. Come now, dear...didn't your mother ever tell you it isn't polite not to clean your plate?"

The hand gripped the reporter's scalp and began to press her head downward. Instinctively, Lois braced her arms against the desk, but the dickgirl's strength was unbelieveable. Millimeter by millimeter, the reporter felt her face being pressed down toward the piled cocaine...and at the same time the fat, hard cock ground deep in her pussy, the head painfully far inside her cunt.

What am I going to do? Lois thought, feeling the edge of her nascent addiction. Should I play along and snort the coke or...or is that just the **** talking?