It Doesn't Hurt

Lois was panting. Heart racing. Palms sweaty. A part of her continued to be afraid that someone would come in...they were doing this in a public restroom! She was getting her ass fingered by a strange dickgirl she didn't know, and the only thing she had to protect her was a safeword.

"You're tensing up. Does it hurt?" The dickgirl paused the finger inside of Lois.

"N-no, mistress," Lois said, getting into the role of submissive. "Just worried...if anyone comes in..."

"No one will come in," the finger began to pull up and down, side to side, not trying to push in or pull out, just stretching. "Where do you think you are?"

"I..." Lois looked around. A moment ago, she thought that she was in a filthy public restroom in a club...but now she found herself in a clean, spacious private bathroom. Through an open door she could see a bedroom...with whips, chains, an X-shaped cross, a shell full of sex toys.

"We're at my house," Angelica Blaze said. "You came here to interview me."

The reporter blinked, confused. Her ass relaxed, and the finger began to move in and out of her again.

"You wanted to know about the women who had gone missing," the dickgirl pressed her finger up into the knuckled, and Lois gasped as she felt the tip swirling inside of her colon. "You wanted to feel what they felt. Experience what they had."

"I...I did?" Lois Lane shook her head, memories confused. Everything Blaze said seemed wrong but...as she said it, the memories bubbled to the surface. Coming to the house. Talking with her. Going into the bathroom...and there things got confused. Like two films being run at the same time. It was just so hard to think when there was a finger slowly fucking her ass. Was that the **** or...something else?

"You're doing so well, Lois," Blaze said. "I think you're ready for more. Do you want more?"