Dirty

"You know what you are, Lois?" Blaze leaned forward and sniffed the reporter's black hair. "You're a secret slut. So prim and proper in life, you've worked so hard to get where you are, not some bimbo that made her way with her looks and getting down on her knees to suck old men's stubby cocks and gargle their jizz for a promotion...or an office...no, you worked hard."

The barking laugh caught Lois off guard. "But it's a lonely life, isn't it? And at night, when you're all alone, I bet you sit there and rub your little cooch raw thinking about those bitches with the bottle blonde hair and fake tits that let their sugar daddies pry their assholes open every night, or pass them around to their friends at parties...and a part of you wishes that were you."

Lois said nothing, but pumped harder, shoving her ass back against the demon. She grit her teeth and focused on the task at hand. Let her talk. Let her work herself up so that she blows her load.

"You wish you had the courage to be one of those dickhounds that know what a cock tastes like the day after, who wake up in the morning and pry the sperm-smeared hundred dollar bills off their body. To look in the mirror and not recognize yourself after all the fake tans and lip injections, pussy and ass sore, wondering if this is the night you got knocked up by 'daddy' or one of his friends."

The reporter stared at the carpet, feeling the burn in her pussy.

I'm not like that. She told herself. It's only a fantasy...dirty talk. I'd never do that.

"Oh, your kind are treats where I come from. It's the hypocrisy of it...the repressed desires, dying for release. You debase yourself while dreaming of how you would indulge your carnal appetites. Getting wet at meetings as you imagine what your boss's dick tastes like...rubbing yourself in the bathroom and hoping desperately that some coworker will come in, like a pathetic porn plot, and you'll end up passed around the office like a toy..."

Visions flashed through Lois' head as she humped, chest burning, pussy throbbing with need, thighs aching from the strain.

"...and the best part, slut, is that now that you're addicted to my cum...you'll do all that and more. You'll suck a hundred cocks, belly swollen with splooge, just to lick my cockhead clean. I'll have you on all fours on stage as I claim your ass, and you'll love every moment of it, because you'll get your fix."

The reporter moaned, her cunt squeezing tight on the throbbing dick, and she felt unaccustomed wetness between her legs. Lois bent over, arms on her knees to stare past her hanging tits, feeling the full length of Blaze's cock buried with her...and the white trickle of cum running down her thighs in sticky rivulets.

"You'll be my bitch...and more than that..."