Chapter 16 by Zeebop

Where Does Lois Ask Blaze To Cum?

In My Mouth, I Want To Taste It

Lois panted, eager to cum, but she knew that she couldn't take a load in her pussy. It was too dangerous, even now, even if Angelica pulled out. It was better all around if she just let her cum in her mouth.

"No," the dickgirl said, driving her cock in deep so that the balls slapped against the reporter's pussy. "I'm going to cum inside you."

The reporter's eyes widened.

"I...I don't want that!" She said. "I told you..."

"I heard you," Blaze slid her cock out until only the head was still buried in the reporter's folds, and then thrust the entire length of it deep inside the reporter again. "But you need this. I can tell."

"No! Look, I'm paying you, so..."

"I quit."

Lois Lane's heart froze for just a second. "What?"

"This isn't about money anymore," Angelica, still buried to the root, leaned down to kiss Lois Lane's neck. "You're not my client. So I don't have to listen to you."

"That...that's not how it works!" Lois said. "You can't just...I still..."

"Want to feel what it's like," Blaze whispered. "Want to feel that seed hit you, deep inside. Want to feel your body curl and cramp, cervix drawing that seed into your womb. You don't want a dick-for-hire. You want a mate."

The cock inside her throbbed, stretching against her walls, and Lois prayed that the escort wasn't already cumming inside her.

"So make your choice, sweetmeat." Blaze nibbled at the reporter's neck. "Either you can be the girl that cried ****...or...you can be the woman inseminated while making love."

Lois felt her life slow down. There was a terrible truth to the escort's words. It would be ****, if Lois withdrew consent. Never mind if she had agreed up to this point, she had told Blaze not to cum inside of her, yet here she was, willfully disregarding her request...and she felt there was a dangerous precedent there, if she said "no" but meant "yes"...if she changed her mind at all.

Deep down inside, Lois felt herself stand at the crossroads of her life.

What do I want? She wondered.

Knowing one way or another, this decision would be one she might regret for the rest of her life.