Frustration

Lois Lane had never known what it was like to need to be fucked in the ass. Oh, she had been curious, sure—who hadn't?—but it had never passed that hidden threshold to a sheer physical need. Now, with her guts packed full of strange goo, her bumhole burning slightly from the stretching it had received, slick and squishy...she knew that she needed it. Needed it bad.

And it wasn't happening.

Gentle as a spring rain, Maria wiggled the tip of her strap-on against the reporter's bumhole.

"Do you think there's enough lube?"

"Yes. Go on, stick it in me."

"It's just your butt hole is so small. I don't want to hurt you."

"I want it to hurt. I need it to hurt. Jam it in there."

"Maybe I should stretch you out a bit first with my fingers. I don't want you to get a fissure."

"Maria?" Lois pitched her voice low, but there was something between a whine and a growl in there. "I need you to fuck my ass. Right now."

Her guts were packed with XXX. Lois was sweating and shaking with the effort of not voiding all of it out of her backside that very moment. She didn't know how much longer she could physically hold on. Yet Maria was waffling.

"Okay, I'm going to ease it in, nice and slow..."

"Shove the whole fucking thing in there right now or I'll do it myself!" Lois said, loud enough to scare whoever was taking a piss in the neighboring stall.