Lois Rims Blaze

"I..." Lois blushed, heat burning through her body. "I could stimulate your prostate. With my tongue."

Angelica Blaze raised an eyebrow. "Have you done that before?"

Lois swallowed. "No. But I...I've kind of wanted to. Give someone a hand's free orgasm."

The reporter's chest was tight, and she could feel the burn of a blush on her cheekbones. She hadn't admitted that to anyone, and it felt so out of character to just say blurt it out like that, but...at the same time...she could feel her body crying out, and while she knew that she should deny it, she had to do something, anything.

"Well, I'm hardly going to say no," Blaze said with a smile. "Lucky for you I like a little back-door action now and then, so I'm clean down there. If uh...if you want to get started."

Lois composed herself. She let a smile play on her face, like during an interview.

I owe this to Angelica, the reporter told herself, trying to ignore her own desires. Just have to act confident.

The dickgirl's sack was resting on the edge of the table the cock pointed forward like an artillery piece, the empty double shot-glass before it. Blaze spread her legs shoulder-width apart and bent her knees slightly, hands gripping the edge of the table.

"Whenever you're ready."

Still naked, Lois Lane took a few steps and knelt down before Angelica Blaze's ass. The dickgirl was tall enough that on her knees, Lois could bury her face in those cheeks easily. For a moment, the reporter considered the sight before her: the pink cheeks were smooth, and covered with a fine, almost invisible down. Muscled rather than fatty, and Lois could see the hanging labia of her pussy.

Slowly, like an actor parting the curtains to peek at the audience, Lois moved her thumbs inwards along the cleavage of Blaze's ass, and gently pushed the cheeks apart...to start at the little pink sphincter, sweet and clean.

Lois chuckled.

"What?" Angelica said.

"You have a birthmark on your asshole," Lois said.

It was true. Just on the rim of the bright pink sphincter was a dark cafe-au-lait birthmark, shaped like a kind of five-pointed star, pointed downward. Lois leaned forward to get a closer look...and took an experimental sniff. Blaze was clean, she couldn't smell anything foul or rank at all. Of course, there was only one way to really tell.

Lois felt the heat of the buttocks press against her cheeks, her nose just touched the dickgirl's back. She could feel the air get close and hot as her breath was trapped in that tight little pocket. Opened her mouth as sweat and dew beaded her upper lip, extended her tongue...and felt it push against something soft and yet stiff as muscle.

For a long moment, Lois traced the outlines of that anus. The little folds, the change in texture between the soft pinkness and the skull around it. It tasted of Angelica...a little bit like licking a raw steak, but with hints of salty sweat and feminine musk.

The reporter pressed the tip of her tongue against the very middle of the sphincter. It tensed, momentarily, and then relaxed. Lois took a deep breath, sucking in all the flavor of that ass...and then pressed her entire face forward, tongue spearing through that tight little tunnel, which seemed to grip and grab at the slimy little invader.

For long minutes, Lois slid her tongue around inside of Blaze. She could feel the quiver in Angelica's body as the heat and pressure built up, but Lois wondered if she really could manage a hands-free orgasm. It was something that the reporter had always longed to do...had wet dreams about, making a guy burst at the seams, jizz dripping from their stiff pricks, utterly helpless at that moment...and as her tongue pressed deeper, finding a hard little nodule, she felt Blaze's weight shift suddenly, almost sitting on Lois Lane's face.

Blaze grunted hard, and Lois could hardly breathe, the weight of that ass almost smothering her, yet she didn't want to leave, happy to have the warm weight pressing against her, cunt drooling down her thighs now as Blaze strove to fill up the glass...and a part of her mind wondered, despite every worry and concern she had, if the dickgirl was still able to go another round.