End: Lois Lane Chooses To Remain Curious

Lois Lane weighed her options. In truth, a part of her was thrilled not to know. It was exciting. It was dangerous. Wasn't that why she had hired an escort in the first place? To satisfy that urge for danger?

While Lois thought it out, Angelica Blaze slid off the bed and went to where she'd dropped her things. She returned, a minute later, with a glass of water and a small individually-wrapped pill.

"Well?" the dickgirl said. Her cock hung limp between her legs...but it had not shrunken much. The reporter saw a liquid dollop ready to drip onto her carpet at the very tip.

"Give me the pill," Lois said.

She swallowed it, and drank the water. Blaze kept her distance, but the cock began to twitch as Lois leaned back and spread her legs. The reporter could almost feel the sense of approval that radiated out from that squat, gravid, ugly fertility statue. The fat bitch seemed to tell Lois that this is what all of her ancestors had done, right back to the hairy monkey beginnings of this business. Spread their legs and take their chances. Take dick. Maybe get knocked up.

The reporter rubbed her clit. A degree at a time, the cock rose...swelled. The soft purple skin of the head grew taut. That grey, misty drop hung obstinately at the urethra. There was enough jizz in just that one drop to knock her up. Lois grinned as she remembered highschool sex education lectures. All the risks she hadn't taken back then, the fears she'd had, the absolute nightmares where she had woken up sure the condom had broken, that the spermicidal jelly hadn't worked, that she had pissed away her life...

Except sex hadn't made her life end. She hadn't gotten pregnant. Maybe she never would. Some women were like that. Lois Lane didn't know what her chances were...but she knew that right now, she didn't care to know the odds.

Maybe the pill was a placebo. The danger just made this hotter.

"You know," Blaze said as she rubbed the underside of her cock against the reporter's clit. "Regular sex is an important part of an adult woman's health. Like a massage. I can tell you've been neglecting that part of yourself for a while."

Lois grinned wide. "Oh? Are you going to pitch me a frequent fucker discount?"

Blaze smiled back, that secret smile.

"We save that for our favorite cunt-stomers," the dickgirl punned. She pressed her head inside the reporter's folds, and for a moment neither of them said anything, caught up in the moment as stiff prick slid one more into sloppy, slippery cunt-tunnel.

"Seriously, though. I would be willing to make a deal. No charge...on one condition. No condoms...and I get to cum inside every time I come over."

Lois licked her lips. "What about other forms of birth control?"

Blaze's lips twitched, but the secret smile held. "I prefer...not knowing. I like to think that every time I cum inside you, maybe this is the time I'm going to put a baby in your belly...and that the next time you call me, you meet me at the door in a little negligee and a positive pregnancy test and I take you hard, right then and there against the kitchen table..."

It was a long, involved fantasy...but Lois Lane didn't mind listening to it. Didn't mind that she had failed to find the missing women at the club tonight, or that she could, right this minute, be knocked up with the baby of this strange prostitute she had met just tonight. Tomorrow, the reporter was sure, she would berate herself up and down, and need to hold an ice pack to her pussy, and probably go out to the pharmacy and get a real morning-after pill if she didn't feel the tell-tale spasms that the one she had swallowed was more than a placebo...

...but if nothing else about this night out had gone right, Lois Lane was sure that at least she was having a good time...and she didn't mind at all as Blaze churned the cum inside the reporter's sloppy fuckhole into a grey foam, or the cock pushed the fresh seed in deep where Lois Lane's spasming cervix sucked it into her womb, or that the possible futures where she married Superman and had his child slowly became less and less probable as the timeline slowly diverged.