I Want More

Lois put her fingers on the swollen, rubbery tip. Pressed the stiff dick down until it reached the entrance to her fresh-cleaned pussy. Panting as she slid it into her with her own fingers. Raised her legs up to wrap behind the dickgirl's back, ankles locking above the escort's buttocks, pulling the hard cock deep inside of her.

The idol was watching them from the table. The reporter almost thought she sensed a kind of haughty approval from the gravid statue. As if Lois was finally doing what she was supposed to do.

Above her, Angelica leaned forward, her breasts dangling. Every time her hips pulled back, the reporter flexed her legs, drawing the cock back down inside her depths.

"If you keep that up," Blaze panted. "I won't be able to pull out in time."

Lois grinned, wickedly. "Who said anything about pulling out?"

She could still feel that last lonely drop from the first load, deep inside of her. It was like having a cast on your leg, an itch you couldn't scratch. Something inside of her wanted more...and Lois realized that she was horny enough to indulge herself.

Why not? she thought. I'm a grown woman. I paid for it.

"There might be consequences," Angelica murmured, picking up the pace. They were almost face-to-face now, and Lois Lane slid her hands up to rake her nails across her lover's back.

"Good," Lois huffed, feeling the steady heat build inside of her. "I want consequences. I'm tired of sterile, neutered, safe sex. I want to be fucked raw and hard and..." Her heart caught in her throat as she gave voice to the terrible dark fantasy that had haunted her all evening. "...leave me with a little something to remember you by."

The grin seemed to engulf the reporter's vision. Blaze pressed her cheek against her client's her lips brushing Lois Lane's right ear.

"Someone to remember you by."

The steady pussy-pounding turned into a cunt-smashing jackhammer fuckfest. The swollen testes banged against the reporter's buttocks until the cheeks were red and smarting, the old jizz in her cunt churned up into a white froth, and all Lois could do was cling on for dear life as the eager rapid pistoning churned her cunny up.

Blaze growled, muscles flexing, and for just a moment Lois thought that her lover had completely lost it. The eyes had rolled up until she couldn't see iris or pupils, just pure white, the skin so flushed it looked like blood on parchment, and for the briefest of seconds Lois Lane could have sworn...really sworn...that a pair of dark horns curled back from the dickgirl prostitute's forehead.

Then Lois Lane's pussy clamped tight, instinctively milking the hard cock that was unloading within her, and she couldn't see anything, body spasming and eyes squeezed into slits. With all of her lovers, the reporter had never once came at the same time with any of them. Most she didn't cum with at all, just letting them have their fun and then finishing herself off later, with her hand. This time...

They howled together, two voices joined as one, the hard cock pressed up as thought it would spear her cervix, shooting jizz right at the mouth of Lois Lane's womb, and the cervix was opening and closing, scooping it up, sucking it inside her most precious space, where it would do the most good...

...or the most damage.