Angelica Blaze

Warm, soft hands ran over Lois' ass. The reporter's attention was focused on the hot rod of flesh in her mouth, and that flavor.

She felt the pants being pulled down her hips. Followed by her panties. The cool air kissed her bare pussy. Still Lois focused on the cock at hand. Her head bobbed on the hard chocolate shaft, and through her tongue she could feel that big vein begin to pulse. The reporter knew the stranger on the other side of the wall was close, the salty, familiar taste grew even stronger in her mouth...

...and then she felt something large and warm push against her soft folds. Lois moaned around the dick in her mouth as the head slipped within her...and as it went deeper, to spread her out. It was slow but inexorable, not even pleasure exactly but a terrible feeling of fullness and pressure as it continued to slowly drive into her. Lois teetered on the edge, and moaned harder as she came a little.

That last bit of vibration was all that was needed to set the stranger on the far side of the wall off. The first gooey rope hit the back of Lois' throat, and the reporter almost gagged, then drew her head back, lips still locked around the soft head, to catch the rest of the load on her tongue. Her lips milked the tip of the cock in a sort of kiss as the sperm pooled in her mouth. She swallowed it down, licked the slit, but already felt the cock soften, and let it fall from her mouth.

She felt the salty load trail down her throat, like swallowing a loogie. It only whetted her appetite. Close, but not the real thing. Her attention was brought back to the present when the soft persistent thing that had been filling her had finally reached her cervix with a painful bump—and something warm and soft slapped against her thighs. Lois looked back to see what...and who...was filling her.

She was pale of skin, and gave a half-smile as she gently grasped Lois by the hips. Raven hair, slightly wild, but dark as Lois' own ran down to her back. She was tall, stately even—she carried herself with chin raised and broad shoulders thrown back; she wore a dress shirt but it was open, which caused her bare, heavy breasts to jut forward, the nipples pink and stuff with wide areolas. The reporter **** herself to look up, into half-lidded eyes that seemed so dark as almost to be black, and were set in a face that reminded her, vaguely, of the bust of Nefertiti—smooth, almost streamlined and alien yet distinctly human.

They were locked together at the waist, and the reporter realized it was her gigantic cock lodged inside Lois' pussy. Her heavy balls rested against the back of Lois' thighs.

"Hello," she said, with the barest trace of an accent. "I am Angelica Blaze." She gave Lois' buttocks a squeeze. "I've been waiting all night to meet you."