Take Me Somewhere

Effortlessly, the dickgirl swung Lois Lane up in a fireman's carry over her shoulders. The reporter felt the laugh burst forth; Angelica hadn't even bothered to zip up her pants, the fat cock dangling, the jeans sagging and falling off the hips. With one hand, Blaze cinched her belt tight, then bent down and gathered together her lover's fallen clothes. One hand grasping her shoulder-candy's ass, Angelica stepped through the heaving, panting, fucking crowd, fending off gropes and hungry mouths with a careful flick of her dick, turning down cumsockets begging to be fucked, moving with speed and surety that Lois knew she couldn't match in her condition.

They went through the Black Door, and the drunken reporter idly wondered at how many times in her life she had been carried. A lot more since she came to Metropolis, that was certain. With Superman it was always very...chaste. His hands never roamed. Was careful to angle her breasts so they wouldn't brush against his chest. Blaze, though...the hand gave her ass a good squeeze, and Lois could feel the dickgirl's cum run down her thighs, probably dripping on her lover's shoulder, as though Lois were some obscene pigeon marking a statue.

Angelica turned right, away from the elevator. Not taking Lois back through the club. Instead, she took her to the underground parking garage...all the lights were out, but the dickgirl seemed to know her way. When they were within a dozen yards, headlights flashed, and Lois caught her breath. Something dark, sleek, angular, and candy-apple red. Like a setpiece from an 80s music video.

The beep echoed throughout the empty cavern. Gull-wing doors opened. A shiver ran down Lois Lane's back. Her first wet dream had been set in a car just like that. She could still remember falling asleep watching some film...and her faceless lover had reached over to change gears, but their hand had slid in between her thighs, questing fingers cupping her cunt, rubbing it hard, then one finger slid up and down and into that wet slit as they changed lanes.

It was a dream that she never thought she'd see in real life. Not in Metropolis, where owning a car was so expensive, and traffic in the city was so bad...

Angelica set Lois down in the passenger seat—naked ass on the red leather seats, her clothes at her feet. The door closed, and Blaze climbed into the driver's seat. Lois noticed she hadn't bothered to zip up, the soft mass of her cock hanging out over the seat.

Maybe it was the car, maybe it was the booze, but despite having just had the shit fucked out of her...Lois felt a familiar itch inside. Like she could really go again.

"Where are we going?" The reporter asked, as she buckled up.

"It's a surprise," Angelica flashed her a smile, a secret, knowing smile, like the Mona Lisa. For a moment her eyes appeared pure white,with no pupil or iris. "Besides, life is about the journey, not the destination."

Lois bit her lip. She might have been drunk, but in a car like this, that was the kind of philosophy that would have made her panties drop...if she had even been wearing panties.

As Angelica revved the engine, the reporter determined that she was going to make the trip to wherever they were going special for the both of them.