Don't Cum In Me

"What?" Angelica Blaze said aghast, sweating fiercely, face twisted as she tried to hold back. "You're fucking kidding me!"

"I'm—" Lois huffed "fucking—" huff huff "serious—"

Lois stretch and nabbed a night mask she sometimes used at night, by her pillow. the black eyepads were useless, and she ripped it off, leaving her with perhaps ten inches of elastic cord—perfect for her purposes.

Pausing for a moment, the reporter quickly paused to wrap the cord tight around the base of the escort's dick, letting the elastic bite deep into the flesh as she finished it off with a slip knot.

Blaze looked at her, face in pain.

"You can cum," Lois promised her. "After I cum. Only then."

"Aargh!" The dickgirl screamed in frustration, and began to buck like a bronco. Lois Lane laughed and held on for dear life, her pussy pounded mercilessly from below—and before many minutes were gone their fucking entered an even more primal and frantic state.

No more words now, only animalistic grunts. Blaze's thumb attacked the reporter's clit without mercy, her cock thrust up so deep that Lois could felt it in her belly, almost but never quite uncomfortable, the swollen shaft rubbing against her inner walls. Lois Lane brought her own hands up to her tits, pinching the pink nipples hard, squeezing and mauling them roughly, putting on a show for her captive lover.

Her climax approached nearer and nearer, and as the pleasure within her body rose in a crescendo she imagined that straining dick, flesh purple and swollen where the elastic cut off the flow of blood from flowing out of the shaft, balls churning as they built up ever more sperm for a denser, more high-pressure shot...and just that image of a great glob of jizz striking her cervix like a hail of birdshit set Lois over the final precipice.

She screamed and sank down, the cock just a fraction of an inch shy of her cervix, the reporter fully impaled, cunt clamping on that blood-swollen shaft, the sex-mad prostitute screaming with her, **** to cum but unable to—and as her toes curled back so far that the arches of her feet start to hurt, Lois reached down and pulled a the end of the knot, causing it to unravel in an instant.

Hot jizz shot into her cunt as though fired from a cannon, and Lois actually shuddered as the first hot spurt hit her walls. From beneath her, Blaze bucked, cock pumping deep inside the reporter, the dickgirl's body striving to fulfill its biological imperative to mate, to fuck, to fill her up with its seed...and Lois sighed, waiting for the sense of fulfillment that she was sure was about to come with cumming.