I Might

Angelica lifted Lois' leg up and rolled the reporter onto her side. Lois thought that the escort was going to fuck her like that, but to her surprise the prostitute laid down on the bed behind Lois, cock still buried in her snatch.

It was a position Lois knew—one of her boyfriend's had a mirror that had run the length of he bed, and he liked to fuck her like that in front of it. So he could watch her as he fucked her. Lois hadn't minded it much...but it felt strange to be in that familiar position with this hired dick filling her. Only there was no mirror here: the only thing they could both see was the bare bedroom wall...and the idol.

"You seem to like creampies," Angelica's voice was breathy in her ear. "Any particular reason?"

"I...just seem to be in the mood for it tonight," Lois said honestly. Why she was in the mood for it was something she didn't want to go into. But it felt good...to have her legs closed, but that warm cock sliding in and out of her from behind. It gave her thighs a rest and made her cunt feel extra tight.

"I noticed the statue on your bedside table...it's a fertility fetish, isn't it?" The escort reached a hand over to cup Lois' tit and give it a squeeze hard enough to elicit a moan from Lois.

"Y-yes, I think so." The reporter began bumping her booty back against the prostitute, meeting her thrusts. It wasn't even as if she needed to cum at this point, Lois just needed...more cock for her snatch.

"You used to hear about that kind of thing. Lonely women, wives whose husbands were impotent, lesbians who didn't want a father in the picture...hire someone to help them take care of a problem," Angelica was thrusting a little faster now, almost punctuating her words by burying her cock in her client's cunt. "I've never done that before, but I have to ask: is that what you want?"

Lois moaned as the prostitute quickened her pace, but didn't answer.

"Did you want me to unload another creamy load from my balls into your unprotected quim? Did you call me up so I could impregnate you? It's not that I mind," Angelica was panting now, and the hand grasping the reporter's breast had tightened its grip even harder, so the tit-flesh was red and swollen between her fingers. "In fact, I think you would look really hot knocked up. A little baby in your belly, swell out your thighs a little, your tits..."

A hot kiss was planted on the side of Lois' neck—the first of several, as Angelica made her way up to the reporter's jawline...and then the prostitute buried herself up to the hilt and froze there. Lois turned to meet the kiss she was sure was coming...and stared straight into the shemale's dark, flashing eyes.

"Tell me." Angelica's voice was soft. "Why you want this load."