Better Fuck My Ass, Just To Be Safe

I can't believe I just said that, Lois Lane thought, her cheeks burning all the way to her ears. Except that there wasn't a condom...and as much as she was dripping, actually fucking dripping, she couldn't afford to take the chance and let Angelica Blaze stuff that cock up her pussy. It was just too dangerous.

"Are you clean?" Blaze said. "Back there, I mean."

"I, uh..." Lois didn't think she could blush any harder, but her face was absolutely burning. In truth, she had cleaned herself out earlier, before going to the club, but that was some time ago. Another enema wouldn't hurt.

"You've got a kit or something?"

"In the bathroom," Lois said.

"Well, why don't you go get cleaned up and ready for me," Angelica said, discarding the remnants of the broken condom. "And I'll be out here, thinking about your ass wrapped around my cock to keep me hard...and then we'll have a bit of fun, okay?"

The dickgirl reached over and planted a kiss on the reporter's forehead. Her lips were so hot that they burned.

"Yeah," Lois said as she slid off the bed, almost shaking with her urgency. "Okay."

"Don't rush it!" Angelica called out as Lois shut the door. "Don't worry—I'll be here all night."

In the bathroom, Lois Lane did her best to calm down. Her whole body felt hot. She grabbed the enema kit from beneath the sink...it wasn't much: a rubber bulb with a little plastic nozzle, and a bottle of lube. Just add water...insert tab A into slot B...well, rectum L...

The ritual cleanse gave Lois a little time to think. This was all so weird and new to her. A dickgirl sex worker in her bedroom. Waiting to fuck her up her ass. The reporter was almost giddy with excitement, unbelieving that she had gotten to this point.

Why not? Lois reasoned to herself. I'm an intelligent, capable, independent woman. If I want a little adult companionship, and I don't want to go through the whole hassle of trying to pretend to date someone when all I really want is to have sex...why shouldn't I? Most normal thing in the world. Plenty of men don't think twice about paying for sex, and everybody is willing and happy...I can do this. I will do this!

She took her time. Didn't want to hurt her little hole. Careful to lube the nozzle before inserting it. Heart beating faster and faster as she thought about the fact that she was actually going to get a cock in bumhole. It was like losing her virginity all over again.

Of course, when that happened, I gave him a black eye, the reporter remembered. Which was slightly unfair since I was the one who insisted on doing it in the first place...

Twenty minutes later, toilet swirling, clean inside and out, Lois stepped out of the bathroom.

Angelica Blaze was on the bed. Her cock looked, if anything, bigger than before. The dickgirl had slathered it with a clear, sweet-smelling lubricant...something like juniper berries. At the sight of the naked reporter, the escort slid her thumb down to the base of the dick and levered it to point directly upwards, in toward the ceiling.

"Climb up," Blaze said, those dark eyes fixed on Lois, that Mona Lisa smile on her lips. "It'll be easier for you, this way, to control the penetration."

Gathering her courage, Lois stepped toward and then crawled onto the bed.