End: Lois Doesn't Use Her Safeword

It was right there, on the tip of her tongue. Lois knew that in a moment, she could end this. No cum inside her pussy. Zero chance of being pregnant. The reporter looked at the dark woman who had tied her down, who held the lube-slick baster. Lois Lane's pussy juices smeared on her lips and chin, the dark eyes alive...waiting...eager with anticipation.

How long has it been since anyone looked at me like that?

"Put it in me, mistress," Lois pleaded, in her most plaintive voice. "Pump me full! Fill my slutty womb with cum! I want to get knocked up! I need to cum!"

The Mona Lisa smile broadened into a grin that almost seemed predatory.

With one hand, Angelica parted the bound woman's labia. Lois felt her heart pound in her chest, breasts heaving as the hard, tapered tip of the baster pressed against the entrance to her pussy...and then began to slide in. There was almost no resistance. The combination of lubricant, Angelica's saliva, and Lois Lane's own flowing juices meant that the hard tube pushed in easily.

For a moment, Lois worried that her mistress was simply going to stab her cunt with it, as though to pierce straight through her cervix—but no, she only put in a few inches, and then began to draw it out. When only the tip was still inside, the calm, steady hand began to push it back in...and Lois shivered in her restraints as she understood the game, the dominatrix fucking her slowly with the hard tube of cum, pushing it in gently faster and faster, letting Lois Lane's sexual tension and excitement build and build...

What amazed Lois was how warm the tube is. She expected it to be cold from the cum, but it wasn't. Perhaps it was the heat of her own pussy, or the insulating properties of the lube, but the reporter could almost feel heat radiating from it...and she wondered if Angelica felt it too. The woman seemed absorbed in her task, and had shifted her position so that she knelt between the reporter's legs, the base of the baster held against her own clitoris, so that it looked almost like she was fucking Lois with it as she pushed the baster in deeper and deeper...deeper now than any cock that had ever fucked Lois, deeper than anything that had been inside of her since her last pap smear.

Sweat dripped off Angelica's face, fell is splashes on the reporter's naked belly and breasts. Lois could hardly imagine the state that she was in...almost as though she was about to cum, rather than the reporter...and the reporter was on the very cusp of climax, her arms and legs pulling against the bonds, ass sitting in a wet spot of sweat and pussy juice on the bed.

"Cum for me," the dominatrix said as she leaned over Lois, her dark hard falling down. Lois could smell her own pussy on the woman's breath. "Cum for me, so I can fill you full of my fucking jizz and knock you up like the good breeding whore you are."

Without even waiting for Lois to reply, the face dipped down, the hot mouth enveloping the bound reporter's, the tongue sliding into her throat—and Lois half-screamed as her pussy clamped tight around the hard invader, her back arched so that their breasts touched, the hard nipples sliding against one another, and deep inside of her Lois swore she felt a boiling heat erupt.

She had never felt any man cum inside of her. It had always been little more than a sensation of extra wetness, the weird sensation of the spent sperm "leaking" out of her after the fact. This time...this time she could feel it. The tip must have been near her cervix, the **** of the blast like a hail of birdshit striking her womb, her whole body shuddering and clamping tight at the unexpected sensation.

Blaze shuddered too. Lois could feel it as their bodies pressed against each other. The muscles tightened beneath her skin, stiffened and stiffened again. The reporter pictured the hand clutching the bulb at the base of the baster in a paroxysm, sending the frozen sperm shot deep inside of her cunt.

Then they collapsed. Lois barely able to move, the baster still buried in her pussy, Blaze in a languor as she caught her breath.

"Was that real sperm?" Lois asked, when she could speak again. "Could I really get knocked up?"

Angelica Blaze pulled the baster from her pussy.

"Oh, there's always a chance." She said, the Mona Lisa smile back again. "Maybe I should leave you tied up like that for a while, let it soak in!"

"Kryptonite!" Lois said. Angelica laughed, and began to remove the restraints...and then to pack her things. Lois sat on the bed, felt the cum ooze inside her pussy. It had really been shot deep inside. She knew that she'd be spotting for hours. Almost sadly, Lois realized that the affair was over, at least for tonight.

"Will I see you again?" she asked.

"Of course, dear," Blaze said as she got dressed. She put a card on the kitchen table. "Call me sometime. We'll have more fun."

They kissed before they parted. Nothing chaste about it. Just to taste each other's lips one last time.

It wasn't until the door had closed, as Lois collapsed back on the bed with one hand on her stomach that it occurred to her...that when Angelica Blaze had put away the baster, it had been empty and clean as though it had never been used at all.