Chapter 15 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Say?

Yes, Please

Lois Lane licked her lips. Her palms were sweaty. Butterflies in her stomach. She was staring at the cock, nostrils flaring to take in the musky, animalesque scent of the great black shaft as the chocolate fingers ran up and down it. Back in her mind, a part of her knew that she should take the tits and run, that she had no idea what another dose would do to her, that she didn't want to screw up and end a big-titted freak...

"How does it work?" Lois said as she knelt between the black shemale's thighs, her hands hefting and squeezing the hot balls in its loose dark scrotum. "I mean, does this happen to all of your...clients?"

"Miss Blaze doesn't let me fuck anyone else without a condom. Says she used too much power on me, which is why things happen, when they get exposed to my cum."

The reporter's hands moved up the shaft. She could actually feel her tits against her upper arms as she stroked the horsecock to its full towering two-foot height. The balls were clenching and unclenching. The head had flared, and there was a pool of precum forming around the urethra.

"Blaze. She's your boss? The one that did this too you?" Lois moved her mouth closer, until her breath stirred the puddle of pre-cum. "Can I...meet her?"

"Sure," the black shemale said, one brown hand gripping the back of the reporter's head and guiding her closer. "Right after I blow another load down your throat."

Lois Lane had nothing to say to that. Her mouth was locked around the top of the shaft, tongue lapping at the piss-hole. She could almost feel her tits growing already, a strange pressure building in her chest as her heart thudded against her breastbone.