Stick It In My Cunt

Blaze hesitated. The cock stayed stock-still in the reporter's asshole, the dickgirl demon's hands on the reporter's hips. Lois on her hands and knees, her words hanging in the air.

"Are you sure?" The demon asked.

"Don't make me say it twice," Lois said. "I want it, you want it, no more talking. Just...do it. Do me."

No gloating words then. Perhaps the demon sensed something in the reporter's tone. Or perhaps she was simply content with getting what she had come here for, without nearly as much struggle as she had imagined. Yet the prize was no less for the ease with which Lois Lane gave it up.

Blaze pulled slowly out of the reporter. The cock slid out of the asshole without a sound. Lois felt the weird emptiness of her freshly vacated colon, the burning rim of her stretched sphincter quickly fading, though not completely. She heard the dickgirl doing something behind her.

Wiping off her dick, hopefully, Lois thought, cheeks burning at the thought. Going straight from anal to vaginal is a good way to get an infection.

There was the sound of plastic being squeezed as Blaze lubed up her crimson erection. Lois stayed still as the demon rubbed at her pussy, the fingers slipping into her cleft, oiling it up for the fucking it was about to receive. Even at her wettest, it was good to have an extra dollop of lubrication. The reporter might have appreciated the consideration...if she didn't suspect Blaze's motives for it.

Not that it has to be anything untoward, Lois thought darkly. She just wants a smooth fuck. And I'm giving it to her.

The reporter tried not to think about that. Not as the hot, swollen head pressed against her lips. It felt even bigger than it had in her asshole as it squeezed inside, making Lois Lane wrinkle her face in a grimace as it stretched her pussy, just a little. But big as it was, it fit. Even though it felt like she were a virgin again, just for a moment. Her pussy so tight, the cock so stiff.

It has been a while, Lois thought as she began to push back, letting her buttocks press against the demon's abs, feeling the old familiar burn as they picked up the pace, found their rhythm. Good sex is about good communication, but they were getting along fine without any words at all.

Which only left the question of how it should end.

Do I want her to cum in me? Lois thought, letting herself pant and moan a little. Blaze's hands were sliding up and down her back, stroking softly. I mean, obviously I want to, but it isn't safe...but then nothing about this is safe. No condoms, no birth control, and oh yeah I'm fucking a demon.

Blaze began to massage her ass, pumping a little harder. Lois wondered if that meant she was getting close, or if she had something else planned. She wouldn't put it past the demon to start getting creative now that they were in the thick of things.

I mean, I'm probably safe today. Safe-ish. There's always options. Lois let herself moan louder as the demon's thumb teased her asshole. Not penetrating, just rubbing it gently. Wet and slick with lubricant, toying with the other orifice as she plowed the reporter's cunt.

I could ask her to cum in my ass. That's mostly safe. I mean, you hear things about women who let the jizz leak from their asshole into their pussy and get pregnant, but bunghole babies don't really happen in real life. I mean they could, but the odds are astronomical...

Lois Lane's eyes shot open and she gave a little "whoop!" as the thumb slid into her asshole, and the reporter shivered uncontrollably at the very new feeling of getting fucked in the pussy and fingered in the asshole at the same time.

I really should tell Blaze where to cum, though. Lois decided.