Blaze Shows Lois Her Cock

Angelica Blaze leaned back in her chair, and her hands fiddled with the top of her black jeans. Lois felt an instinctive urge to look away war with her curiosity— was this woman about to stip off before her? Show her some sort of tattoo?

Then the zipper came down, and the cock flopped forward.

It was a dick. It was indisputably a dick. As thick as both of the reporter's thumbs put together, circumcised so that the pink mushroom tip was distinct atop the shaft, a big ropey blue vein running like a river or line of hills back toward Angelica's crotch...and Lois caught a glimpse of hard-muscled abs there.

She raised her head, violet eyes looking at Angelica's throat, but there was no Adam's apple. The reporter frowned as she looked for other signs of transgender anatomy, but except for the dick, the tip of which now hung on the edge of Lois Lane's favorite kitchen chair, Blaze looked to be...all woman.

"I have a pussy too," the stranger offered. "I'm a—what do they call it?—fully functional hermaphrodite. You can't see it unless I take my pants off all the way, but I don't really have a clit, the slit starts just at the base of my dick, and you normally can't see it because my balls get in the way..."

Lois lifted her glass and drained what was left of the vodka.

"Okay. You don't need to show it to me. But why are you showing it to me?"

"I'm—I'm a lesbian," Angelica's mouth twitched. "I mean, I think of myself as a woman, you know? And I'm sexually attracted to women. I like to make love to them. So at the bar, I...I try to meet people? Most of the time, it doesn't really get so far that I show them what I'm packing, but I keep hoping one day I'll find the right person and..."

She shook her head. "I'm sorry, I'm babbling. I just don't normally talk about this stuff with people, you know? Don't just put it out in the open."

It certainly is out in the open, Lois said. She poured herself another drink, if only so she didn't have to stare at the cock that was still out in the open air.

"Take your time. Tell me what happened."

"So they...I'd hit on all of them. And we even got along for a while. Did some stuff. They liked to play with my cock, you know? But they weren't looking for a relationship, so you know we'd have our fun and then move on. I liked to say hi to them, and sometimes if there was a night we'd both struck out we might go home and have a bit of fun. Keeping it casual. That's how I knew them."

Lois was doing her best not to stare at the cock. A part of her knew she should tell Angelica to tuck it back in...but then the reporter's elbow slipped, and she could feel cool air on her nipple...and the dick between those legs started to rise. The woman carefully reached over and pulled her robe shut, but it looked like the damage was done. The head was already lifting up off the edge of the chair, that big vein even more prominent, the little head starting to swell and grow livid as blood flowed into it...

"So I was..." Blaze coughed. "I was trying to chat you up. At the club. I pointed the guy out to you. And then I had to go to the bathroom to drain the monster, and when I came back I saw you talking to him, and I figured you weren't interested, then I saw him slip that into your drink..."

The reporter smiled at the image. She could just about imagine a tall, gorgeous woman coming along and trying to pick her up. It was the kind of attention that would have tickled the reporter's fancy.

"How did you make your approach?" Lois asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

Blaze blushed a little. The cock was still growing, and Lois wondered what it was about the reporter that was so attractive to the well-endowed hermaphrodite in front of her.

"I..." The dickgirl turned, cheeks burning. "I have to admit, I used a pickup line. It was kind of cheesy, but it made you laugh."

"Tell me," Lois said, unable to keep a smile off her face. She knew that she should be focused on the missing women, but the obvious **** that Angelica found herself in...sitting in the kitchen of this woman she had tried to pick up, with a hard-on, Lois Lane naked except for a robe that kept slipping off her shoulder.