Her Weight In Gold

Blaze was on the chair. Lois Lane was on her toes, straddled the demon, a crimson cock in her pussy and ass. The reporter's right hand was on Blaze's shoulder, her left fondled those big red balls. Over the course of their game, the reporter's morals had been upended, shifted, all the greed and lust brought to the surface, all the temperance gone. At the word "gold," Lois felt an electric thrill slide up her spine, and she momentarily forgot about the ache in her ass.

"I'm listening," Lois said.

The demon grabbed her hips and slowly **** Lois down onto her cocks.

"A normal pregnancy is forty weeks. A normal pregnant woman gains about thirty pounds. Every four weeks I'll weigh you...and pay you your weight in gold."

Lois Lane did a quick calculation. Gold could go for $1,000 an ounce depending on the market...she weighed 115 pounds now...that was $1.8 million when she wasn't pregnant, and it would only go up as the pregnancy advanced...she could easily clear over twenty million dollars in less than a year.

More, if she pigged out.

The reporter bit her lip. Greed warred with her few fragments of self-control. She didn't have any real qualms at this point about selling herself. After all, her pussy and ass were already stuffed full of the demon's cock. But did she really want to potentially lose her hard-won and hard-kept figure? Sure, she could always lose the weight after the baby came, but she knew other women had said that and begun the sometimes very rapid slide into utter obesity.

"I should warn you, though," Blaze said as she cupped the reporter's small ass in her hands.

"What...what's that?" Lois said, suddenly breathless with anticipation.

"One: twins run in the family," Blaze pulled Lois against her, grinding the reporter's crotch against her own, her dicks as deep into the reporter as they could go in this position. "And two: I retain the option to...extend the contract. If I want more children, you will provide them, at the same rate."

"That...that sounds like quite a commitment," Lois hedged. "You could keep me knocked up..."

"For life," Blaze's half-smile was strange just then. "Yes, well...we'll see. But tell me Lois Lane, do you accept this generous contract? The exclusive use of your pussy and womb for your weight in gold?"