Chapter 18 by Zeebop

How does Lois answer?

I Want You To Do It

Angelica Blaze pulled Lois Lane's shirt over the reporter's head. She was smiling—not that Mona Lisa smile, but something more natural, almost catlike in its delicacy. The dickgirl gently pushed the reporter back onto the bed, and slipped her own shirt off.

Nor did she stop there. Standing there at the foot of the bed topless, Blaze quickly shucked her shoes, and began to shimmy out of her pants, the hard cock popping into view, stiff and ready for action.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Blaze said, as Lois watched her strip. The reporter hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her own pants and began to wiggle out of them.

"What's that?" Lois asked.

"Being bad."

The dickgirl slid onto the bed like a cat, dark eyes locked on the reporter's. Just that easy, natural movement, totally unembarrassed about her body, utterly confident, cock twitching, moving easily into Lois Lane's space. The reporter had her legs together, and drew them up a little to make space on the bed.

"How do you usually do it? With your other lovers?"

"Just...normal, I guess," Lois felt her heart beat faster. "Missionary, for the most part. On my back, legs spread."

"Hmm. Not the best way to make you feel good, is it?" Angelica placed one hand on Lois Lane's right knee. "How about we do things a little different? Something you haven't tried before. Experiment a little."

The dickgirl leaned close, and for a moment Lois thought she was going to kiss her again, but instead Angelica said something that made the reporter's heart race faster.

"How do you want me, Lois?"

The hand slid down the reporter's thigh, warm and dry, but it stopped just short of Lois's hip, instead rubbing softly back and forth.

"Whatever you want, I'll do it. Maybe you've got a kink you'd like to try? Or some new position? Just say the word. Push your limits a little. Don't be afraid to be bad. Because I want this to be a night you remember for a long, long time..."