End: Impregnation Porn

Lois Lane rubbed at her dripping twat pushed dragged her laptop onto the bed next to her and booted it up. She needed...something. Her body was hot. Ready. But there were images she needed to get off. There had been times before when she had woken up randy and ready to go, but never this wet, never with such a terrible desire burning in her mind that she couldn't name.

Metropornopolis-dot-xxx came onto the screen, and Lois hesitated, left hand hovering above the keyboard, fingers of her right hand rubbing at her pussy. What did she want to watch? Men? Women? Lois Lane felt herself waffling, lost in the choices available. With a growl, Lois clicked on something at random...

Sweaty pimpled buttocks rose and fell. A white woman, pink buttocks quivering, was riding a black man's cock. Moans came out tinny and breathy from the laptop's speakers. Lois rubbed at her pussy, felt a tingle there, but not quite what she needed. The reporter scrolled down to recommended videos. Hypnosis porn, Japanese pornographic cartoons, pregnant women getting creampied by strangers...flashes came back to Lois. The giant sperm, squeezing itself into her hot box.

A shudder went through Lois as she squeezed her eyes tight. Two fingers slipped into her pussy. Normally she didn't really need penetration...masturbation focused on rubbing her little clitty...but now, right now, she needed it. Her eyes opened back onto the screen. One handed, she began to type...hit enter.

A whole new pornographic world filled her screen.

LITTLE WHITE WOMAN GETS BLACK BRED.

FERTILITY HYPNOSIS.

ALL CREAMPIE GANGBANG.

IMPREGNATED AT THE FERTILITY CLINIC.

The hottest videos were marked by little white sperm-signs. Lois began to slide her fingers easily in and out of her slick slot, as she tapped on one video...

It was a mashup, a compilation. A techno soundtrack provided the backbeat, overlaid with women moaning. Snatches of corny porn dialogue faded in and out. A motley of images ran, one after another, sometimes fading over each other, sometimes running side-by-side on the screen. Faceless women getting their cunts pounded by hard cocks. Medical videos of artificial insemination. A dozen animates sequences of sperm meeting with egg. Pussies glistening with fresh spunk. Women rubbing rounded bellies.

"Taking cock to get pregnant," Lois said under her breath as the mashup continued. t felt like a fever running through her body now, and the reporter's fingers pounded deeper and harder into her pussy. She hardly dared blink, eyes burning as she struggled to take in every moment. Frantic need pushed her onward, her cunny on fire, whole body stiff as she pounded her cunt faster and harder, barely blinking. So lost did she become in the almost hypnotic pulse-pounding beat of the porn.

Words flashed on the screen. Lois could barely read them. A woman was talking in the background of the audio, and Lois turned up the volume, not caring if the neighbors heard her.

You know what you need. What you want. What your purpose is. Take cock. Get pregnant. Take cock. Get pregnant.

"Take cock, get pregnant," Lois panted, her stomach almost squirming, thighs aching as she struggled, the climax so close...

...and she was still no closer as dawn broke across the city. The demon Blaze, in her lair beneath the club watched the frustrated reporter. Little did Lois Lane know that the camera on her laptop was surreptitiously broadcasting her performance to an appreciative audience. The demons stroked her own crimson cock as she watched the reporter grow more and more frantic in her self-fucking, the hidden messages in the video burning themselves into the woman's brain.

"Soon, Lois," Blaze said. "Soon, you will find out exactly what happened to those missing women...when you join them!"

As to whether Lois Lane could extricate herself from Blaze's trap...that is another story. For Lois Lane, her night had come to a frustrating, unclimactic end.