Chapter 15 by Zeebop

How Does Lois Master Her Fear?

With Her Ass Cheeks

In answer, Lois pushed the cock and guided it back between her ass cheeks. She squeezed her buttocks. While she would never be one of those women with a massive badonkadonk booty, hours at the gym had given her decent glutes; the reporter knew that she could carry a hundred-dollar-bill between her asscheeks for six miles, if she had to.

Hotdogged between her ass cheeks, Lois Lane could feel the hard shaft. She let out a hot breath...and began to raise and lower herself on her toes. Her buttocks still squeezed the cock, but her ass slid up and down...she could feel the hairless balls against her cheeks on the downstroke, the cockhead almost touch her anus on the up-stroke. Her thighs began to burn, but Lois kept it up, a little faster.

Precum began to leak down the crack of the reporter's ass, and she could hear the heavy breathing of Angelica Blaze behind her.

"Good," Blaze said. "You try to take control, to put the contest in your own terms. But...that is what you fear, isn't it? The loss of control."

Hands grabbed the reporter's hips. Lois Lane's buttocks tightened, but now it was the cock that moved. It slid down, until the rubbery head was pressed against the reporter's asshole. Something wet and sweet-smelling drizzled down the crack of her ass, and Lois realized it was oil or some other lubricant.

"What do you do, when faced with penetration, Lois?" Blaze said. "Do you wait, and be the victim? Or do you take control, and become the perpetrator? Do you ****, and be ****?"

The reporter's heart hammered in her chest. She knew she had a choice to make.