End: Lois Wants To Ride The Cock

It's safe, Lois told herself as she gently levered the cock down, the prick so stiff it was fighting her and she had to get up on her tiptoes to let the head slide against her pussy lips...and then she spread those too. Bracing her shoulders against the wall, Lois raised her hips, working by touch to slide the condom-covered cock inside her pussy.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Lois said, as much to fill the silence as anything. "I don't...I never just...with someone I've just met! In a public bathroom..."

She giggled, slightly nervous. Her head swam, and Lois felt, at that moment, almost drunk or high. The way she did when she was too horny to think straight.

The condom-clad cock pressed into her pussy. Angelica lowered her arms and grabbed the reporter's thighs, lifting them up easily. Lois, suddenly off-balance, grabbed onto Blaze's neck, her upper back still pressed against the wall.

"Maybe it's destiny," the dickgirl said, as she pressed forward, spreading Lois's thighs wide as her cock slid deeper into the reporter's cunny. "Maybe everything that happened tonight did so just so that you would end up riding my cock."

"And why would that be?" Lois said, not sure if Blaze was flirting or not. With her accent, the dickgirl's voice had that deadpan, serious tone to it that made it hard to tell.

"Because I've been watching you since you came in. Waited for you to find your way down here. Flirted with you openly. Guided you to this moment, one touch at a time. Led you, step by step, choice by choice, to this very moment."

Lois frowned. She winced as the cock poked a little too deep inside of her...but she liked the feel of the girth, spreading her out a little. Her heels drummed on the dickgirl's buttocks.

"That's...a little creepy. I didn't come here to get fucked, I came here to find those missing women."

Blaze smiled. "Yes. That's why they're missing."

A pit seemed to open up in Lois Lane's stomach. Her head buzzed, heart suddenly hammering faster. "What?"

"Oh, I didn't know you were going to be the first to investigate...but I knew someone would," Blaze smiled. She began to move, keeping most of her cock buried in the reporter, just inching back and forth so the tip of her cock hit the back of the reporter's cunt with uncomfortable regularity. "Now that you're here...well, I wonder who might come looking for you?"

"That's...that's not funny," Lois said. She blinked, vision suddenly going double. "I...I thought we were just...fucking."

"Oh, you're fucked, Lois," Blaze said. "Utterly...completely..."

"Aagh!" Lois Lane's back arched as the cock stabbed deeper than before, pain flaring out from deep inside of her.

"...fucked. That was the condom tearing, by the way. Ultrathins are known for that..."

Blaze began to move, more violently. Her hips slammed into Lois, who suddenly found it difficult to move, her arms and legs going limp, head lolling on her neck. She wasn't sleepy...it was just like her muscles didn't want to obey. Each limb felt like it weighed tons, and the reporter could only watch and feel as the dickgirl slammed her cock in and out of the reporter's cunny. Lois saw the ultrathin condom shredding around her pussy, the cock now looking thicker and almost blood-red, so swollen and engorged had it become.

"Don't...worry...sweetmeat," Blaze grunted as her strokes grew shorter. "The...****...will wear off...soon. But we're...only just...getting...startED!"

The dickgirl's voice rose in volume and with a triumphant grunt at the end. Lois felt sick, almost nauseous, her head listing awkwardly...and down around her cunny, a black ooze began to bead around the cock stuffed into her cunny. At first, Lois thought she was bleeding...but it was too dark, too thick. Like crude oil.

Angelica leaned back, her hands still holding the reporter's legs.

"You know, I was hoping to get you so keyed up you'd beg me to cum in you," the demon said. "But ultimately, I'm impatient...and to tell you the truth, I would have done it no matter if you had begged me or not."

The reporter couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Not even to call out for Superman to save her. Still impaled on the dickgirl's rigid pole, Lois was carried out of the bathroom...and through the crowded club. None of the women lifted a single finger to help her as they passed. Lois wanted to scream...her mouth worked, gawping like a fish...but no words came out. Just unintelligible sounds, the **** paralyzing her vocal cords.

Blaze carried her into another room. A gaudy looking bedroom, gilt-framed prints of classical pornography on the wall, a four-poster bed whose wooden spired were carved as six-foot tall veiny polls topped with shiny cockheads, golden sheets, saffron-colored carpet. The dickgirl let the reporter fall onto the mattress. It was just the right height so that Blaze could stand at the edge and keep fucking the reporter without effort.

"Welcome to your new home, Lois Lane. Your night out is over...so let's celebrate the first of your nights in."

Wet schlupping sounds filled the room as the paralyzed woman lay back, unable to move, as Blaze laughed and sawed her cock in and out of the cum-soaked slit. Impotent, Lois Lane found her mind wandering, fantasy and reality merging into one long erotic nightmare...unaware when, if ever, she would awake.