Get Plugged

They stayed like that for a minute, Lois enjoying the afterglow of her own orgasm, of the fate prick plugging up her cunt. She had enjoyed the whole encounter a lot more than she had thought she might—but all things had to end, and she still had a job to do.

"That was nice," the reporter planted a kiss on her lover's cheek. "Maybe we can do that again some time."

Her efforts to climb off of Angelica was halted by the shemale's hands on her hips.

"I...can you do one thing? For me?" The woman's eyes pleaded with Lois, and the shemale unconsciously bit her lower lip in an expression of such puppy-dog perfectness that it made Lois' heart melt. The reporter raised an eyebrow.

The shemale lowered one hand to beside the toilet—there was a little black purse there, which Lois would have sworn wasn't there before—and fished out a tampon.

"I just...want to plug you up." Blaze's voice was quickening. "So you'll have a little bit of me inside you...all night."

Lois smiled, and caught her lover's face in her hands. "You don't want it to flow out. Keep all your little swimmers in there where they'll do the most good." The reporter lowered her mouth down to Angelica's ear. "Want to knock. Me. Up."

The shiver that ran through the shemale, all the way up to her half-hard prick, told Lois she was right. She smiled, thinking of the pills she had at home. Why not let her lover of the night enjoy a little fantasy.

"Alright, slut. But if you want it to happen—you have to do it. Plug me up."

Lois sat back down on the softening dick with a squish. Angelica Blaze was almost vibrating in anticipation, like a kid in a candy store. Grabbing the reporter's buttocks in both hands, the tampon pressed into the reporter's left cheek, the shemale stood up—balancing Lois on her dick as she walked out of the stall, straight to the sink and counter.

The counter was hard and cold on Lois' backside, but she was grateful to lean back against the mirror. Blaze shifted her hands to the reporter's legs, pushing them back...back...Lois could feel the strain in her thighs, the building pressure on her back, and grabbed her own legs to pull them back toward her shoulders. It leveraged her crotch up and off the shemale's cock, into the air...spilling the bare minimum of cum. Lois smiled at the thought of what this position must look like to Angelica...like Lois was really trying to conceive.

A white cotton rod appeared in view—the tampon. Angelica licked her lips as she carefully spread the reporter's lips with two fingers, and slowly tipped the feminine hygiene product into Lois' gaping, raw canal. After a pounding like that, Lois wasn't sure she'd even be able to feel it, but within a few moments she felt the gentle pressure against her walls that told her the cotton was swelling, soaking up her juices and probably a great deal of ejaculate. The white string dangled across her matted pubes.

"Stay like that for a minute!" Blaze sounded giddy as a schoolgirl. "I'll get your panties."