End: I Can't Get Pregnant

"I just can't. I'm sorry, I..."

Lois Lane never finished the sentence. Angelica Blaze tore the reporter off her dick and stood up. The dark eyes glared at Lois, expression set hard and unreadable. Then with contemptuous ease the dickgirl tossed her hard onto the bed.

"Please! I'll suck you off, I'll..."

"You'll do more than that," Blaze said menacingly.

The dickgirl grabbed the reporter's thighs and spread **** them open. Lois couldn't believe her strength...she tried to twist in the dickgirl's grip, but it was like the prostitute was made of stone.

"I normally charge extra for anal," Angelica said. "But if you ask me very nicely, I'll do it for no extra cost."

Lois Lane's pucker clenched in anticipation.

"You wouldn't! You..."

"Wouldn't I?" Blaze rubbed her dick over the reporter's wet slit before nestling it in between the taut asscheeks. "If I fucked your ass without permission, that would be ****. If I came in you without permission, that would be ****. I'm going to empty my balls into one of your holes tonight, and if I'm going to be a ****, then I might as well choose which one...and you know where I want to seed you."

The reporter's hands clenched the sheets. She was in a bad position, and she knew it. A part of her wanted to fight, to argue, to say that this was all stupid but...they had been having a sexy time, until Lois Lane said no. Maybe...they still could.

"Look we...we don't have to be ugly about this," the reporter said. "You can fuck my ass. Just...go slow? Be gentle? It's my...my first time. Back there."

Some of the tension in the room evaporated. Lois could feel Blaze's grip soften, though the reporter could also feel that she'd have bruises there the next day.

"It'll hurt." Angelica warned. "Even if I'm gentle."

She wasn't lying.

Lois Lane felt her heart hammer in her chest as the dick pressed against her back door. It felt big...too big. Blaze's body blocked out the light as she loomed over Lois. Something warm and wet drooled on her hole, and Lois knew that it was actual drool, the dickgirl letting her spit flow out to lube up the reporter's back channel, and Lois knew she should be glad about that, but mostly she was just....scared? Excited?

The cock pressed against Lois Lane's pert pucker. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter tried to relax, to **** her muscles to unbunch...and she thought maybe she had done it.

Until the cock pressed forward.

It was like a nail being hammered into a stubborn piece of wood. Bright pain lanced through Lois Lane's asshole, her body cramping, her empty pussy almost begging to be filled...and Blaze didn't stop, not even when Lois buried her face into the covers and sobbed. The cock was bigger than she had imagined, and the reporter could feel her ass being torn up as it was **** past her sphincter...and then it was in her, stretching out her little hole, and it kept going deeper and deeper until it felt to Lois like a baseball bat had been shoved up her ass, and she couldn't stop crying...

Until the balls pressed against her labia.

"You're tight," Angelica Blaze whispered in her ear. "But I'm going to go slow."

It was like having her ass drawn inside out. Like a red-hot poker was being slowly shoved in and out of the reporter's burning hole, churning up her guts. Even though she knew the cock was just a little on the large side, it felt massive, as though it was tearing her apart. And the worst part was...the absolute worst part...

Lois was starting to enjoy it.

Her asshole was a rim of fire, her guts felt like they were going to be torn out, her aching pussy was begging for a dick, but the dickgirl escort was humping Lois Lane's ass slowly but steadily, spitting on her dick whenever it slid out of the hole, just so that next time it could slide in a little deeper, and Lois thought she would get bored, or that the pain would get overwhelming and she'd just pass out, but instead...instead...she started to moan.

Little soft moans, as the sobs ended. The searing pain was gone, and even though Lois was sure there would be blood on the toilet paper tonight, the intensity of the penetration remained. It was nothing like getting her pussy fucked, not really, and thought her cunt cried out, Lois embraced the pain. No one ever got knocked up by getting fucked in the ass.

Or hardly anyone, anyway. Lois remembered those terrible rumors in high school—girls who had gotten fucked up the butt but were stupid enough to let the cum leak down into their pussies. "Butt babies" is what had been scribbled on the bathroom walls. Terrible, stupid ideas that came back to Lois Lane now as Blaze picked up the pace, her balls slamming into the reporter's neglected labia, as though all those virile sperm just wanted to leap straight into her unprotected cunt.

Then Blaze almost pulled out. Lois could feel the swollen glans stretching her asshole from the inside...and something hot shot down into the dark depths of her colon. The dick throbbed and pulsed inside of her, and Lois Lane realized that this was it, that the escort was cumming.

She could almost feel the hatred emanating from the gravid little statue as if the reporter was thwarting her plans. Lois thrilled at that...then grunted as the dickgirl pulled her cock out of the reporter's ass with a wet pop, a nasty, warm drizzle leaking down from her gaping asshole toward her pussy.

Before Lois could worry about that, the bed creaked. Blaze eased herself off, stiff cock a nasty, disgusting mess as she circled the bed toward the reporter's face.

"You'll want to get this nice and wet," the dickgirl said. "Because it's going right back in your ass."

The reporter's butthole twinged.

"You paid for all night," Angelica Blaze said. "And the client always gets what they paid for."

Lois Lane took a deep, shuddering breath. Remembered how it had felt with that cock up her ass.

"No more fucking my pussy, right?"

"Not unless you beg for it."

With a sigh, Lois Lane opened her mouth for the cock stained with blood and cum. A part of her knew that this wasn't how tonight was supposed to go...but it was, perhaps, one of the better ways it could end. Her sexual dry spell was over, a couple checkmarks in her carnal bucket list checked off.

I might not be able to sit tomorrow, Lois Lane told herself, or even shit solid, but at least I won't have to worry about a baby.

Her asshole spasmed. A white glob of cum oozed out of the asshole and ran down the reporter's taint. It hovered over the delicate pink folds...pregnant with impregnating potential.

Perhaps in a few weeks, Lois Lane would learn the truth about "splash conception." Or perhaps her luck would hold.

Either way, the dawn would come...and so would Blaze, many times, her cock sliding easily in and out of the reporter's loosened ass, the reporter panting and moaning as she awoke to her new kink, her new destiny. Lois Lane would always remember that night out as when she first really discovered the joys of anal sex...but certainly not the last time she would have someone fuck her butt long and hard, and fill it with their cum.