End: Fresh, Hot Cum

Balls slapped against Lois Lane's chin. She could feel the cock in her mouth...the heat of it, the mass of it weighing down her tongue, the rubbery head bashing against the back of her mouth...but the strokes were getting shorter, faster. Blaze was gripping her head hard, but it was almost like she was pulling out, and Lois instinctively pressed her lips down and sucked harder...and just then her lips slipped, and the teeth hit the back of the dickgirl's glans...

Once, on a bet, Lois Lane had taken a swig out of a bottle of soy sauce at a Chinese restaurant. It was everything she could do not to spit it out, to **** herself to swallow the too-salty, too-strong liquid. Cum, she had found, was a lot like that. Bitter, salty, strongly flavored...but Lois had swallowed that soy sauce, and she swallowed jizz too. Mostly as a matter of pride, for she didn't like the taste, but it was a kind of reward for the men she had allowed to cum on or in her, and because it made her feel superior to all those women who would spit it out instead.

There had never been this much cum before. Nor had it been this thick, this strong. It blasted the back of the reporter's mouth, and behind her blindfold the reporter's eyes crossed. It was like a shot glass full snot...two shot glasses...three... The flavor was salty and bitter, but now she could pick out other flavors. Rich and almost sweet, nutty and earthy. Lois ran her tongue around the spurting head, and as it washed her back teeth she realized there was nothing she could do but swallow it, if she didn't want the drool it out of her lips...

...and Lois Lane realized she didn't want to spit it out.

Vibrators buzzing away in her cunt and ass, clit and nipples, Lois swallowed. It was like liquid taffy, so thick it almost stuck in her throat, and Lois had to swallow and swallow. She could trace the hot line of it all the way down her esophagus, and when it finally hit her stomach...later, Lois would tell herself that it was just the vibrators. That she didn't cum just from swallowing that jizz. Yet the very moment it began to fill her stomach with liquid heat, Lois Lane spasmed, every muscle in her cunt and ass contracting at once, spine tightening, handcuffs clanking as she tried to rip her arms away. In the darkness of her blindfold, Lois Lane swore for a moment she could see light, absolutely giddy as she came harder than any time she could remember...and it seemed to go on for a long, long time.

Until Blaze scraped the last of her jizz off her dick with the reporter's teeth, and rubbed the softening cockhead against the reporter's gums.

Then she was gone...and Lois realized she missed the cock that had just blown such a huge load inside of her. The reporter swore she actually felt a little full.

There was a click as key turned, the handcuffs opened. Lois rubbed her wrists and took off the blindfold herself as Blaze turned off the vibrators, one by one.

The dickgirl smiled at her, looking sweaty and satisfied.

"Did you have a good time?" Angelica Blaze asked.

Lois smacked her lips.

"Kiss me," she said.

The dickgirl smirked, and leaned forward. Their lips met...and opened. Tongues probing, gently. Lois brought her left hand up, to hold the back of Angelica's neck. Slowly, they both opened their eyes.

"What was that for?" Blaze asked.

"I like to get kissed when I get fucked."

"But we haven't..."

Lois Lane was already pulling the vibrators out of her pussy and ass.

"You can go again, right?" The reporter said.

"Sure," Blaze said, and reached down to stroke her cock back into life.

"Good," Lois said, licking her lips. "Because we're not done yet."

The night is long...and priorities change. A hunger had been awoken inside Lois Lane that could not easily be satisfied. There would be other nights to find the missing women; for tonight, Lois was intent to give as good as she got...or at least, so she told herself. In truth, the reporter thought little of why she did what she did. As she settled her cunt onto the dickgirl's cock, the vibrators still taped to her nipples, the reporter knew only one thing.

"Tell me when you get close," she said. "I want you to cum in my mouth."

Nor did Angelica Blaze have any complaints about that.