End: Lois Lane Isn't Done Fucking

Lois Lane took a moment to take stock of her situation. She had started out this evening hoping to find four women that had gone missing, and had ended it by fucking a ridiculously well-hung dickgirl and probably getting knocked up. It was the start of a secret life the likes of which the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had never wanted. Now that she was here, however...

"Do you have a bed?"

Angelica Blaze blinked.

"It's a brothel. We have several beds. Why?"

"I want to do it doggy style, but I don't want to get rugburn on my knees," the reporter pulled herself off of Blaze's dick, not even caring about the mess she made as a torrent of jizz fell out of her pussy and slid down her legs.

The dickgirl stood up, and indicated one of the doors.

"You're taking this very well, I must say." Angelica said. "I expected more...angst. Or at least agitation. I did just impregnate you."

"I've learned to roll with the punches," Lois said, and opened the indicated door. The bedroom beyond was well-appointed, if very blue. A royal blue carpet, matching blue walls, a four-poster oak bed with blue sheets and blue hangings; the chair and loveseat were virtually antiques, and upholstered in blue velvet. The small marble-topped bar had blue glass decanters and cups, and Lois saw a small door open on the other side that revealed a small bathroom, with blue-and-white tile and a blue sink and toilet.

Angelica Blaze closed the door behind her. Her eyes were no longer dark, Lois saw. They were pure white, with no pupil or iris. Utterly inhuman. "So you're not upset at all?"

The reporter laid a hand on her stomach. "It's not like it used to be. There's less of a stigma to being a single mother...and you said that you'd help keep it secret, right?"

"That's correct. No one will notice, unless you bring it to their attention." Blaze began pulling off her clothes. Lois took the hint and stripped out of what was left of her prostitute uniform. She preferred to be naked when she fucked, anyway.

"I guess I'm just not a negative individual," Lois said as she climbed on the bed. "I like to see the opportunities. For example, I've been on a sexual dry spell for months. I'm glad to have someone to fuck...and without worries."

"I shall be more than glad to see to your sexual needs," Angelica Blaze said.

Lois was on all fours, and waggled her ass. Blaze slid onto bed, her cock still hard. Lois knew that had to be magic of its own. No-one human could maintain an erection like that, not after pumping as much cum into the reporter's cunny as Angelica had.

"Although if this is going to be a proper relationship, there should be a little quid pro quo," the reporter said. She paused as the dickgirl lined herself up. Sighed as the cock slid into her. From this position, the shemale's cock could slide in deeper...almost too deep...although Lois admitted she felt a little thrill as it pushed the old cum deeper into her cunt, too deep to get out. The reporter had to admit that now that she accepted the idea, getting pregnant was more of a turn-on than a turn-off.

"You wish to bargain?" Blaze said, rubbing the reporter's ass with her hands.

"I want to know what happened to the women who have gone missing. I want some of the details of your operation. Not necessarily enough to shut it down but...enough for my article. I need to get something out of this night beyond a bun in the oven," Lois said as she pushed back, eyes closing as she relished the way the cock spread her lips.

She reached back between her legs with her left hand, to feel the heat of Angelica's balls in her hand. The dickgirl gave a little sigh of contentment.

"I'm certain that can be arranged," Blaze said.

They began to move together, Lois Lane backing her ass up into the dickgirl's ass, Blaze moving slowly, savoring the way the reporter's pussy suck at her cock. The dickgirl's hands roamed over the reporter's body, exploring, squeezing, caressing; Lois Lane's hand was doing some squeezing and caressing of her own, gently working that heavy sack, her fingers pressing into the dickgirl's taint, feeling the hard little nut there, and the slick little slit that was hidden by the dangling testes. The reporter made a mental note of that: if this was going to be a regular thing, she wanted to explore Angelica's pussy too.

The pleasure built up inside of Lois. The need. She began to push back faster, let the cock sink in deeper. Her hand moved from Blaze's testes to her own pussy, the reporter rubbing away at her clit as Blaze kept pushing that cock in deep. The dickgirl got the idea and moved forward, her breasts pushed into the reporter's back, her weight pressing down on Lois as Angelica's hands moved to grope Lois Lane's breasts, her hot lips leaving a trail of kisses on the reporter's shoulder.

"I like this side of you Lois," Blaze whispered. "Unfettered. Cognizant of what you want. I hope to see you cum on my cock many more times, over the next forty weeks. And perhaps, if our arrangement is...agreeable...we might even extend it."

Lois laughed, a tinkling little thing that gave way to moans as her frigging fingers sped up. She was close, and her hips were bucking, the cock so deep inside that with every movement she was afraid it was going to bruise her cervix, and Lois was beyond the point of being able to control herself.

Yet she didn't. Whatever or whoever else Angelica Blaze was, the dickgirl was a conscientious lover that would not allow the bucking, humping woman beneath her to injure herself on her cock. She squeezed Lois Lane's nipples as the reporter finally went over the edge, pumped her cock hard as the reporter's quivering hips suddenly gave out, toes curling, moaning in ecstasy as her whole body shook and cramped...and when Lois collapsed onto the bed it was then, and only then, that Blaze began to hump her faster, slamming her abs into that ass, pumping and pumping the reporter straight through the final echoes of her orgasm...and yes, as Lois expected, a fresh hot stream of sperm shot deep inside of her pussy, like an arrow aimed straight at her womb.

Lois chuckled. It was the kind of sex she had dreamed of, during her long and lonely nights.

"You're going to make a girl fall hard," she said, as Blaze panted on top of her.

"And you, Miss Lane," the dickgirl said, "Could seduce the devil herself."

The night grew old. A private car brought Lois Lane back to her apartment, with all her notes from her interviews, and a number to call when she wanted a booty call. There were some other particulars to their agreement, but Lois was tired and dropped into bed fully-clothed.

Dawn came with all the usual realities for Lois Lane. Cleaning spunk out of her holes. The pleasant soreness from fucking, stretching out and feeling the unexpected cramps were muscles were pushed too far. Hydrating, to make up for all the fluids lost. Hunger grabbed her stomach, and she poured milk on cereal, munched away as she began to review her notes, the article taking shape in her head. Writing it would take most of the day. And tonight...

Lois Lane, during a pause in her writing, ran a hand over her stomach. Pregnancy tests wouldn't be accurate for a couple of weeks, although a part of her already knew that if she wasn't pregnant yet, she would be soon. The idea didn't upset her. Maybe she was ready to be a mother. Whatever else might happen, Lois doubted she would ever really regret her night out.