Her Body Makes The Decision For Her

The reporter rubbed her throbbing temple with her free hand. It just seemed so surreal to be in this position—how many women knew they were pregnant immediately after sex? Or had been convinced to get knocked up by a demonic dickgirl just to appease the ghost of her dead mother? Now here she was, being invited to be the mistress of this Satanic shemale, and...and despite every rational reason Lois could think of for why it wouldn't work, her mind kept reminding her of the baby, of the expenses to come, of how hard it would be to be a single mother without any support, and...

...and Lois realized her hand was instinctively sliding up and down Blaze's erect prick, precum dribbling over her fingers as her thumb ran over the ridge of the sensitive glans. Down between her legs, the reporter's pussy, already a bit sore and sloppy from the recent fucking, instinctively squeezed...a bit of Blaze's jet-black baby batter oozing out o fher, but more of it trapped deep inside of her pussy, so that the strongest swimmers were still roaming around her womb, looking for a prize that had already been claimed.

Lois Lane recognized the sensation. It had happened before, when she'd ended a long sexual dry spell. The sudden urge to get fucked again, almost amounted to a physical need. The reporter had never had a partner that could keep up with her when that happened. She remembered riding her lovers until they were pushing rope, and then crawling up their body, wiping her pussy on their chests and trapping their faces between her thighs and forcing them to lick her out until she came again...

All of which made Lois flustered to remember. Here she was, in front of her own mother, jerking off Angelica's cock, her own body crying out for another round.

Cool hands found the reporter's shoulder. Her mothers thumbs dug into the muscles at the bottom of her daughter's neck.

"I know that look," Ella Lane said softly. "It was the same look when I brought you a plate of celery sticks while you were studying. You were so engrossed you didn't even notice, but you were hungry and your body reached out and grabbed the first stick automatically. Your body has already made the decision for you, hasn't it Lois?"

The reporter dropped her head to stare at Blaze's cock. Her left hand had never ceased stroking it. Purple veins compressed under her fingers, and immediately popped up again as her fingers passed. The little urethra opened as she tugged on the glans...and the smell was warm and familiar, now that she had gotten used to it.

"Okay," Lois said quietly. "I'll be your mistress. But I have terms!"