Beg For Help

"Help me," Lois' voice was plaintive, ****.

"What was that, sweetmeat?" Blaze's right hand crept around to the small of the reporter's back, pushing their hips closer together, the shemale's hard bitchbreeder pushing deep inside. Lois stared into those eyes, watching the dickgirl revel in the moment.

"Help me make you cum," Lois pleaded. "Tell me what to do, to get your to impregnate me."

The shemale's smile grew wider.

"Of course, sweet thing. First..." the dickgirl tightened her hold on Lois' hip and lower back. "...you have to move your hips."

Although her arms were relatively thin, Blaze began to lift Lois up as though she weighed no more than a child, drawing the reporter off her cock and slamming her back down, pressing her bitchbreeder so deep that Lois' clit would grind into the dickgirl's crotch. Lois felt herself flail for a moment, no more than a sex toy for the shemale to slide up and down her cock, but after a few passes the reporter found her feet again and began pushing and pulling with Blaze, drawing herself up farther, pressing down harder, until they were moving together in one heaving motion.

"Good...good...and once you get in a rhythm...start squeezing my dick with your pussy...like you don't want to let it go." The dickgirl turned her attention to Lois' neck, kissing and licking, as the reporter tried to follow through. On the upstroke she made her pussy relax, accepting as the big dick slid inside of her, all along her inner canal...and on the downstroke, as it was being withdrawn she tightened up, kegel muscles flaring, and Blaze had to drag her cock out as though it was going to take all of Lois' pussy along with it.

Lois panted, feeling unfamiliar muscles start to burn, but it felt so good—and there were no more words for a few minutes, as they fell into the system of the rut, Blaze's tongue and mouth exploring, the cock driving up and out, up and out in the old mating dance, and Lois reached down and began to fiddle her clit, her own climax building, but there was an aching need inside of her, and she knew that Blaze could feel it too.

The dickgirl started to buck beneath her, no longer just lifting Lois up and down, but moving her own hips, sending those swollen testicles swinging, and her hands gripped the reporter tighter, the nails like talons that pressed painfully into the skin, cat's claws leaving fine scratches behind as they shifted to grab the cheeks of the reporter's ass, lifting and squeezing, rubbing and pulling...

"Beg for it." Blaze growled. "Beg me for my seed, you slut, you whore, you cunt...cunt..." The dickgirl was shaking all over, uncontrollably, the cock beginning to swell and stiffen that little bit more, the thrusts now short and frantic.

"Breed me, daddy." Lois leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Pump me full of your cum, shoot it all inside me. Make me a mommy."

"Lois..." Blaze hissed and slammed the reporter down so hard she felt her flesh bruise beneath Blaze's hands. The cock inside seemed to swell uncomfortably inside her channel, and every twtich and throb was like an electric shock through Lois' pussy.

The reporter held the quivering dickgirl as she pumped her load inside. Worked her internal muscles, trying to milk that cock.

"It's all right now. It's what I want," Lois soothed her. "Give me every drop."

And they stayed like that, Blaze's head resting against Lois' breast, as the adrenaline excitement died down, and the dickgirl's ragged pants gave way to deeper, more regular breathing, until the shivering stopped.