The Privilege To Cum

The brown wrist twisted in the reporter's asshole. Lois Lane's mistress adjusted the camera and listed her hand. Now on the screen, the reporter saw her obscenely stretched rectum, tight pink flesh glistening around the dark brown wrist...and beneath that, the small stretch of skin that was her taint, and beneath that the hairless seam of her pussy.

One brown finger slid down that dripping snatch. Lois could feel her palms sweaty on her knees. A part of her wanted to bark. She would ruff if her Mistress told her to. The comments on screen were getting crazy, excited, and she imagined young mean fapping themselves as one rough brown finger pushed into Lois Lane's hole.

"Dat's nice, bitch. Ya done good, real good." The old woman was working the brown finger back and forth steadily, and Lois was squeezing her pussy muscles. She could feel the excitement build inside her body, and though she had never cum from just penetration, she wanted to—more than anything else, she wanted to cum. But it wasn't happening, not yet.

The old woman drew her finger out to just the lip and pulled downward. Lois grunted, as for the first time she saw her cunt stretched, the pink tunnel on display. Dozens of people masturbating to her juicy pussy, as her stuffed asshole burned.

A shadow fell over the camera as the old woman maneuvered herself. Lois felt a second finger slide into her pussy...and a thumb rubbed against her clit. The reporter began to pant as they pinched lightly together, the thumb rubbing her clit, the fingers rubbing around inside her pussy, and the hand began to twist inside her asshole, gently pushing and pulling, never leaving but making her ass stretch and her legs start to ache and shake.

Minutes passed, and Lois could feel it working. The collar suddenly felt too tight around her neck, her ass felt fit to burst, sweat dripped down her hanging breasts from her armpits, cold little drops hanging from hard nipples, and the old black woman was working away slowly but steadily with both hands, and Lois could hear her own soft moans, needy and whining as a puppy that had to pee, and she was squeezing her ass and pussy, hips shaking, and the people on screen were urging, begging, demanding that she cum...

Something hot burst inside of her. Her whole body clamped as the fingers sent her over the edge, as her pussy and ass finally squeezed tight, and a hot wet stream burst from Lois Lane's cunt and splashed the lens, so that all she could see where brown smudes buried in the pale pink depths of her pussy and ass.

Silver stars swam in front of Lois Lane's eyes as she collapsed forward, legs no longer able to support her weight, pulling the old woman's hand out of her engorged ass with a wet plop, and the last thing that Lois saw on screen before the recording cut out was her own obscenely gaping ass, just a great pink cave, the rim threaded slightly with blood, the depths dark and slick.

"Good puppy. Ya earned ya tail."

Lois couldn't even speak. She lay there, quivering, as something cool and wet poured into her ass. As fingers grabbed and pulled at that hole, keeping it open as a rounded tip, not quite as big as that hand, but it a little longer and more solid, slid home. Her ravaged anus closed around the thinner neck...and Lois felt the brush of fake fur on her buttocks.

Tears came to her eyes, and she wagged her butt back and forth to make the tail sway.