The Sex Is Good; The Info Is Better...

The dickgirl established an easy rhythm, her cock sliding in and out of Lois smoothly, almost lazily, taking her time and enjoying the warm, slick tightness of Lois Lane's cunt. Her head pushed the jizz up the reporter's canal, and the lip of the great wooden desk was biting into Lois Lane's thighs with every balls-deep thrust.

The reporter was beyond caring.

The first few pages had been copies of police files—the kind they don't like to release to reporters, giving the unredacted stats on Bruno Mannheim, head of intergang. After that were scans of a ledger...showing Mannheim's bribes to police and politicans. Names, dates, and amounts. Lois Lane was breathless, her heart fluttering as she realized what this meant...and then she turned the page and got to the photographs...

"Oh wow," she said as Blaze leaned over her, looking over the reporter's shoulder. "Is that...?"

"The mayor's brother. Likes 'em young. Mannheim was acting as procurer."

"Fuck...I need this." Lois Lane said...and then became aware of how hot her body had become. Her legs had slipped down until her clit was grinding into the edge of the desk, and almost without knowing it the excitement had been building in her body.

"Yes you do. And there's more. So much more. What do you say Lois...can the crusading reporter also be my surrogate?"

"Yes," Lois said, and pushed back against the dickgirl's hips...but Angelica wouldn't let her. The dickgirl pressed her body weight against the reporter, pinning her to the desk.

"There's more where that came from. You want it, don't you?" Blaze whispered in her ear.

"Yes," Lois said. She didn't even try to hide the naked need she felt at this point. The cock was throbbing, and she so wanted it to continue thrusting, to keep going until the reporter came.

"I'll give it to you. Everything you need. The money, the information...but in exchange...you can never tell me no. When I ask to fuck you, you say yes. When I ask if you want a baby, you say yes. When I tell you to go to work without panties, you say yes."

Blaze bent down and Lois granted. The cock was almost pressing against her cervix now, uncomfortably deep inside of the reporter.

"One no...one solitary no...and it ends. And you'll have whored yourself out for nothing," the tongue slid out of Angelica Blaze's mouth and pushed into the reporter's ear. Lois flinched...but didn't resist. She knew what Blaze was doing, and Lois felt sick to her stomach at the thought of what she would be giving up if she agreed...but on the other hand...

She looked back at the photos. Some people should die in prison.

"So Lois. Do we have a deal?"