Use Me

Lois' voice was eager, keen with anticipation. She wiggled her butt, flexing the cheeks around the shemale's finger. Already, the reporter could feel her nipples press against the latex-like covering that gripped her breasts like a second skin, felt the warm heat of her pussy in the palm of her covering hand.

It just felt so good to...let go. To not be Lois Lane, star reporter of the Daily Planet for a while. No one could recognize her in this outfit. No one could impregnate her. And while she had never done much with anal play before, she wasn't opposed to the concept by any means. There had been long nights, sipping wine and rubbing her pussy, watching women scream and groan as they took it up the ass on her laptop—Lois had never experienced that.

Now she wanted to.

Angelica Blaze's finger disappeared from between Lois' asscheeks. Strong hands gripped her hips, lifted her up. Sudden panic struck Lois as she tried to move to compensate, and found she couldn't.

"Don't worry." The shemale's voice was calm and reassuring. "Nothing bad is going to happen. We just need to get you cleaned up a little."

Lois was lifted over Blaze's shoulders—the reporter's first inkling that her lover with the magic cock was far stronger than she looked—and passed through a maintenance door in the back of the bathroom into a small closet with a large sink, a drain in the floor, a length of rubber hose, and other supplies.

Angelica set Lois down on her side, over the sink, facing the wall so that her ass was pointed toward the center of the room. The reporter watched, unable to do more than squirm, as Blaze took a small jar of vaseline from an overhead shelf... Felt one hand lift one black-clad cheek...and then something cool and sticky pressed against her asshole.

Except it was no gentle, teasing finger this time. Angelica's finger was lubricated, slick, insistent and businesslike. After smearing a gob around the ring of her anus, the shemale simply pressed her digit inside. Lois was too shocked to clench...and then, as she got ahold of herself, too lost in the new sensation of something inside of her butt, moving around. Blaze was gentle, her finger moving in slow, steady rings, spreading the petroleum jelly all around the inside of Lois' asshole.

Lube is good. Lois reminded herself. Eases entry, less painful, helps to prevent injury. She blinked, staring straight ahead at the bare grey cinderblock as the finger probed her ass, massaging the muscles in unfamiliar ways. It isn't even that unpleasant.

Just as Lois was wondering if she could get used to this, the finger withdrew—though she could feel the coat of slime still inside of her, which gave her the uncomfortable sensation of needing to wipe her bottom...but then she saw Blaze's hand reach past her field of vision to fetch something else... and she remembered what the shemale had said about getting cleaned up.