Tell Blaze To Cum On Her Tits

"No cumming inside me!" Lois commanded. "Frig my pussy with your fingers while you jerk that monster off on my tits!"

The order came naturally, forcefully. Lois Lane had never been a shrinking violet in the bedroom, but she had also never been so commanding. Yet Blaze obeyed, without hesitation. Even though Lois could almost feel the disappointment, the yearning heat of those balls as Blaze rubbed her dick in the valley between Lois Lane's small breasts.

Always too small for a proper boob job, the reporter nevertheless pressed her breasts around the raging red erection as best she could, as Blaze rubbed at the head of her dick with her left hand, and her left hand buried two fingers in Lois Lane's twat, the thumb poised above the reporter's clit like a scorpion's stinger, jabbing down to rub the hard, sensitive nub.

It was the kind of sex that Lois Lane had never had. Most sex was boring, unacrobatic, straightforward. A few minutes of humping and pumping that led to a used condom and Lois finished herself off with her fingers. A pleasant distraction for a maximum of the time it took Lois to enjoy a good cup of coffee. But with Blaze...

Lois Lane's hips bucked against those fingers. Her eyes were fixated on the tip of the demon's dick, which threatened to hit her chin with every stroke. They were panting, grunting, sweating, abs flexing, thighs quivering, so close...and then Lois went over the edge, her pussy clamping down on Blaze, the thumb almost vibrating against her clit, and only three heartbeats later Blaze grunted and the first jet-black pearls splashed across Lois Lane's chin.

Obediently, the demon angleed her dick downward, still stroked, hot sticky ropes of coal-black jizz splashing against Lois Lane's collarbone, across her chest, and down, down, two or three times what any normal human being could manage, to pain the reporter's breasts with the hot demonic seed...finally rubbing the tip of her cock against the reporter's nipples, until they looked like some carnal ice cream sundae.

In any other circumstance, she would be a keeper, Lois told herself. She relaxed against the bed, the hot cum running in rivulets down to her belly button. Her mind felt a lot more clear, suddenly, now that she'd orgasmed. It always seemed to be that way. More than that, though...it was nice just to have sex with another person, to not have to rely on her own hand, or something battery-powered.

"Well, Lois?" The demon panted. "Have I not fulfilled your desire?"

Lois opened her eyes half-way and regarded Blaze through her eyelashes. Her brain was thinking...there had to be some moral calculus that would keep Blaze out of trouble without completely enslaving her...

Then the reporter had it. She smiled as the solution came to her. It really was so much easier to think after sex.