Start With A Butt Plug

Fingers pressed against the reporter's asshole. Instinctively she tightened, heart beating faster. Her whole body seemed to stiffen.

She wouldn't!

"Ya play wit ya ass?"

Lois blushed. It was somehow a worse question than just being naked. Worse than just being seen. She knew how she should answer—she should throw her head back, shoulders square, and tell her straight. That's what Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter would do. Yet instead, she hung her head down and said.

"S-sometimes, mistress. A little. I haven't...I mean I've never been..."

"Ya be tight den. Open ya mouth."

The reporter did it automatically. She imagined the little devil on her shoulder working her wires like a puppet—but she knew it was deeper than that. A part of her wanted to obey. To see what would happen. It was like all her inhibitions had vanished, her curiosity run rampant. Nor was she surprised as the black butt plug, smooth and thankfully clean, slid in between her lips.

It was soft silicone, and tasted like a new car smells. A solid presence in her mouth, bulging in the middle, tapered toward the ends. The base flared open and Lois began to suck on it like a great pacifier. She knew—hoped—dreaded—where it was going.

Nor did the black cab driver disappoint her.

Grabbing the nearest half-used bottle of lube, Lois heard the squirting sound as the woman emptied it onto her left fingers...and then the now slick and slimy fingers were pressed betweeen the cheeks of the reporter's ass again, running over her sphincter. A part of the reporter almost hoped she would press forward, slide her fingers inside...but no. The spit-slick butt plug was pulled from Lois Lane's mouth.

A moment later, it was being pressed against her butt.

"Press down, hard."

Lois did. The soft tip of the silicone plug wiggled once or twice...and then found her pink startfish and pressed forward. The reporter grunted as it slid slowly inside, her ass trying to push it out, but the woman kept going...and going...until the flared base was pressed flush against her buttocks. Then the hand went away. The reporter relaxed...and the buttplug stayed.

"I gots biggah ones," the black woman said as she wiped her fingers off on the reporter's naked bum. "But let's see what otha toys we got for you."

Heart pounding in her chest, Lois followed her mistress deeper into the apartment. Curious as to what would come next.