Epilogue: Cream With Her Coffee

Monday morning at the Daily Planet. Every weekend has to end, eventually. The reporter moved through the cubicles with a little spring in her step and a smile on her face. After dinner, Lois and Blaze had spent most of the weekend in bed, talking, making plans, making love. She was sore in places that it would take her three mirrors to see...and she hoped to see a lot more of Blaze, in the coming weeks and months.

Lois smiled to herself at the coffee counter. Truth be told, she was pretty sure that Angie would marry her tomorrow if she asked. The reporter wasn't sure she was quite ready for that step...it was always dangerous, that first blush of infatuation in a relationship...and despite what the demonic dickgirl claimed, Lois wasn't 100% sure that she was pregnant, not until she took a pregnancy test, and even if she was preggers that wouldn't show up positive for a few weeks.

Of course, even just the idea that she might be pregnant had set Lois to thinking about changes in her life. No **** was an easy one, avoiding smokers shouldn't be hard. She'd found herself a little more careful of sharp shocks or impacts with her abdomen...and perhaps it was why she had gone with an ankle-length skirt today, instead of her customary pants.

Lois smiled a hello to Clark Kent as she walked to her desk, skirts swishing. She sat down at her desk, and logged into her computer...the reporter was just reading her second email when she felt something against her left ankle. Instinctively, she moved her foot...but it came back. Something warm, soft...and as it curled around her ankle, Lois Lane's mouth went dry.

Here? Now? Really? Lois glanced quickly under the desk, and saw something that wasn't a computer cable that was moving among the power and ethernet cables. Without moving away from her chair, Lois looked around...but she didn't know how far Blaze's cock could actually extend. The demonic dickgirl could be in the cubicle next door...or somewhere else on the floor...or anywhere in the building.

The reporter sipped her coffee, the cock sliding slowly up around her leg. She could probably get away, but then explaining a cock-headed tentacle in her cubicle might be tricky...

No, I'll just let Blaze have her fun, the reporter decided, trying to focus on her email. She'll cum and then it'll go away and I'll get done with the workday and threaten to tie it in a knot if she does it again.

It was proving hard to focus on her email as the cock slid up her leg. Lois had worn panties tonight, and she was wondering how Blaze was going to overcome that particular obstacle—in fact, the reporter didn't know a lot about Angie's little trick. How much feeling it had. The cock couldn't see, obviously, but she knew it could feel. It was warm, and not as rigid as normal, but it still felt...engorged. The reporter tried to focus on her work, wondering if this is what it was like when a cat sat on your lap while you were trying to work.

Except the only pussy in this scenario was Lois Lane.

A flush came to her face as the head rubbed against her pussy through the panties. The swollen glans was weeping pre-cum, but that wasn't the only reason why her panties were growing damp, and the reporter knew it. The reporter shifted her butt forward and spread her legs a little. The head was pressing against her panties, unable to breach the panties, but it still felt good...

"Lane!" A male voice barked out.

Lois twisted in her chair, not wanting to dare swivel. She winced as she heard cloth rip, but **** a smile onto her blushing face. It was her editor, Perry White.

"Hey, Chief," she said.

"Any luck on that missing women story?"

"Yes!" Lois said. "I made a contact at the club who gave me some leads. Should have it on your desk by tomorrow morning."

Her smile felt like a rictus grin. The cockhead was burrowing through the tear in her panties. Whether it could smell her cunt or just feel it, Blaze's dick was burrowing in, making the hole bigger, aiming to bury itself in her cunny.

"Tonight," he grunted. "Nine P.M. I want to fill a hole in the morning edition."

"Right, Chief," Lois said, already knowing she'd have to stay late to get the article together in time.

"Are you alright? You look a little...flushed. Not sick or anything are you? That time of the month?"

Lois Lane's left eye twitched a little. Perry White was a dear sweet man who had all the tact of battleship. It was all she could do not to scream as with a surge, Blaze's cock punched through the last remaining obstacle, the head squirming into her tight folds.

"Fine, Chief," she said. "No lady troubles. Probably won't have to deal with those for a while."

"Oh," he said. His eyes crossed, suddenly bewildered. "Nine P.M."

"You got it," Lois said, twisting back around to stare at the screen.

Very briefly, Lois considered stepping on the base of the cock...but as it began to move, drawing itself backward and forward, slowly squirming up and down her leg, the reporter **** herself to calm down, sip her coffee. In truth, it was beginning to feel good...and she had a lot of work to do.

Something hot and sticky seeped out of her pussy. The reporter's rictus smile faded into a smug grin as she wiggled her hips a little, letting the cock push in a little deeper.

It's a good thing I like a lot of cream with my coffee.