Do What The Whore Says

Lois pulled down her pants, freeing her seven-inch prick. Mara's eyes remained glued to the veiny length of it, the big swollen purple head. The reporter noticed that the buxom young woman was almost hypnotized, practically drooling.

"Where did you get your tits?" The reporter asked, as she stepped out of her tight red pants.

"Hmm?" Mara was inching closer, hands reaching out for the dick. Lois slapped them away.

"Your tits. They weren't that big before." The reporter said. "What if I wanted tits that big?"

"Ms. Blaze," Mara muttered, absentmindedly. The young Latina slid onto the bed, her fat breasts looking ridiculous on her small frame, bigger than her head. The whore was breathing heavily as she spread her pussy lips, the pink depths shining bright and wet. "Please, I need it."

Lois knelt down. The room was so small that she could rest her back against one wall, and pat the head of her cock against the red-hot pussy in front of her. One good thrust would see her sheathed inside that whore's cunt...and probably slam Mara's head back into the opposite wall.

"What about Blaze?" Lois said, flicking Mara's clit with the swollen head of her cock.

"She gave me my tits. Gave us all our tits," Mara's voice was panting, wheedling now. "Demons...demons in our tits...grow bigger with every cock we fuck...I just need a little bit of your soul...think how big I could get..."

The reporter considered that. The woman was obviously delirious with lust, babbling, all pretense of the calm, professional prostitute lost. She was a cock addict, begging for cum. Lois wondered how many dicks she had taken since she made her deal with Blaze.

Not that it really mattered. If there was a demon inside of Mara, Lois knew one way to exorcise it.