Implant Her

Lois felt the balls pulse. The cock twinge. Her throat burned. Wet drops fell from her pussy onto the bathroom floor. Blaze guided her cock in to the hilt, until the reporter's lips were stretched around the base of the shaft, and her eyes looked up expectantly at her lover. That enigmatic Mona Lisa smile flickered across the shemale's features.

"Whatever you might have expected...this will be different," a hand clamped down on Lois' head, gently holding her in place. "I promise you that."

The reporter focused on her breathing, waiting for the hot blast of jism she knew would come—she could almost trace the passage of the load as the cock widened perceptibly in her throat, just enough to make her jaw ache at the corners. A hot wet spurt burst from the tip lodged in her throat, and Lois felt a thrill at the expectation of what was about to happen...but no more hot liquid shot out from that cock.

At first, Lois thought it was actually growing longer...she could feel something, solid and meaty, pass deeper into her throat. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, hoping to coax out the seed she so desperately wanted.

Then the thing in her throat wriggled.

Confusion struck her...quickly followed by panic as the thing continued to descend, warm and moving, creeping downward like a worm. Lois stared upwards...but Angelica Blaze simply stood there, smiling.

"I don't normally do this on a first date," Blaze's free hand stroked at a tear at the corner of Lois' eye. The wriggling thing continued to descend, and Lois could feel it now, hot and somewhat painful, as it extended all the way down her throat, into her stomach. "But whenever am I going to get such an opportunity? It isn't often that Lois Lane gets down on her knees to worship me."

Lois tried to bite, but her jaw was too tired, and the rubbery skin of the cock too thick. Blaze's smile widened a fraction. "No teeth. It's too late anyway. You invited evil to come into you...and once you do that, you are defenseless."

The tail of it slipped free from the shemale's cock. Lois could distinguish between them, the hard, hot meat jammed into her throat, and the soft, wriggling body that descended to join the rest of itself, sitting in her chest with an unaccustomed weight.

"There now. Almost done."