We're In

Nervous expectation ran through Lois Lane as assistants led her and Lana to the middle of the set. Back in sexy librarian mode, fully dressed. Blaze thought it would look better, to see the mess they made, before and after. Lips and cheeks glazed with cum, collars and shirts stained with pussy juice. Final preparations had begun.

It seemed so easy. Once Angelica Blaze declared action, the cameras would pan over the scene—they would dub over the audio introduction in post-production—and then the first four men would come forward and start fucking. Once they came, they would pull out, and Lois and Lana would go and start licking pussy.

The math was simple. With four cocksockets and two cuntlickers, there was no way Lois and Lana could suck out all the spunk from the pussies as fast as it was poured in. At least one of these women, possibly all of them, were going to get knocked up. But before that happened, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter and her new partner in crime were going to be slurping down more semen than your average whore saw in a month.

The reality of what they were about to do struck Lois suddenly. She could feel herself start to shake a little, body's fight-or-flight response kicking in. They were going to do this on camera. People would see her. Eating pussy. Sucking up the sperm of strange men. Acting like a complete cumslut. And even with the best of assurances that everyone was healthy, being exposed to so many bodily fluids...she could catch a disease. This was insane, no amount of money was worth this, she had to...

Lana's hand slipped inside Lois Lane's own. Warm and soft. She gave Lois a little squeeze. The redhead leaned over to whisper to her.

"I just wanted to say—thank you. This is the craziest, most exciting thing I've ever done in my life, and I don't think I'd ever have considered it without you," Lana Lang's breath was warm on Lois Lane's ear, "And when we're done, I promise you, I'm going to take you home and make you cum harder than any of these sluts."

An entirely different sort of shiver ran down Lois Lane's spine. Angelica Blaze began shooing people off set.

"Places everybody!" she yelled. "Quiet on set! Everybody ready? Bitches on stage, smile for the camera!"

The whole room seemed to hold its breath. The fresh-shaved pussies glistened. Hard cocks stood at attention. Blaze sat in her director's chair, as if awaiting the perfect moment. Then...

"Action!"