Don't Cum In Me

Worry and defiance **** the words out of Lois Lane's mouth—or maybe she suddenly broke whatever spell that the fertility idol and the pounding prostitute penis had cast on her. Lois was a career woman, she couldn't afford to get pregnant right now, like this.

"Are you sure?" Angelica didn't let up, her balls slapping against Lois' thighs, leaning over her client as she pushed her prick in and out faster. "Because your lips say no, but your pussy says 'yes, please'..."

"No, s-seriously," Lois moaned, grasping her own breast and squeezing a nipple. "I...I know what I said earlier, but I can't have a baby right now...and I'm not on any birth control..."

Lois Lane knew that cocks don't just get bigger. But at that moment, she swore that it felt like the dick inside her just swelled some discernable amount, and the escort brought her hot lips down to press against Lois' neck, kissing and sucking, never letting up in her unending **** on the reporter's pussy...and Lois leaned into it, feeling the pleasure build inside of her, even as panic clawed at her mind.

She knew the dickgirl wasn't wearing a condom.

This is nuts! Lois thought to herself. It's dangerous...she could have a disease...or I could get...knocked up...

"Please," Lois begged, pushing against Blaze with her hands. "Pull out. Don't cum in me."

The prostitute growled, hands grabbing Lois Lane's wrists. While keeping the reporter's cunt impaled on her cock, the dickgirl used raw strength to flip Lois over so that the reporter's back was to the bed, heaving breasts pointed toward the ceiling, arms pinned to the bed by the prostitute's hands, legs spread.

"You should beg for my cum," Blaze whispered harshly. "Beg me to fuck a baby inside of you."

"No!" Lois almost shouted as Angelica began to move again, grinding her cock into the reporter's pussy in little circles. The situation had gone from bad to worse. The dickgirl's strength was greater than Lois anticipated, and it dawned on her that if the prostitute did cum in her, there was nothing—absolutely nothing—that she could do to stop it.

A shiver of fear and excitement ran down Lois spine, and her pussy involuntarily clamped down on the invading cock, as if unwilling to let it go.

What am I doing? Lois wondered. It's like my body wants her to cum in me...but I don't!

"Do you have any idea," Blaze was breathing heavily, and Lois realized the prostitute must be near her limit. "What it feels like to be blue-balled by such a beautiful woman as you? You hired me...we start to have sex...all unprotected, just like you want...and now in the middle of everything you want me not to cum in you, even though it's what we both want..."

The brunette's hair hung over her face, beautiful lips curled back in an expression half-pained, half-snarl. The cock inside Lois began to throb.

"If I do cum in you now, that would be ****. Is that really how you want this to end? I thought we were having fun. That I was fulfilling a need..."

And Lois realized that Angelica Blaze was pleading with her, desperately holding on, for her, despite every instinct that told her to spew her sperm deep inside the reporter's cunt...and the idol was there, just in view, the squat, headless bulk with the swollen belly almost seeming to stare at her...and Lois knew, deep in her heart, that she really wanted to feel that cum inside of her. She felt torn, mentally, physically, emotionally.

What should I do?

Her lips parted. A decision made. "I..."