It's A Bet

Blaze said it with a smile, calm and self-assured. The smile of someone that thought they had already won.

Lois had other plans.

The reporter turned, never letting Blaze's cock out of her own squishy, cum-filled snatch, pivoting on that hard axis until her ass pressed against the scarlet shemale's stomach. With her feet flat on the floor, Lois tossed her head, looking demurely over her shoulder.

"Are you ready?" The reporter batted her eyes.

"Ready for you to cum on my dick," Blaze shot back. "So I can breed you all over again."

"Promises, promises..." Lois teased...and got to work.

She raised her hips up until only the soft tip of Blaze's demonic dong was still inside of her pussy—and slammed it back down, the whole length of the shaft shooting into Lois at once. Hard enough to make the demon grunt, to make those hips move, to start re-charging her reservoir...

Hands on her knees, Lois raised her booty and slammed it down again and again, establishing a rhythm. It was like doing squats, and Lois could feel the burn, both in her thighs and in her cunt as the hard prick passed back and forth over all the spots inside of her. Simple penetration usually wasn't enough for her, Lois knew—but it was what got dicks off. Whatever else Blaze might have been, with those tits and feminine-looking body, she definitely had a dick.

For several minutes, it was just a pounding, purposeful coupling. Lois imagined Blaze was feeling it rise within her, with every shift of her hips, every clamping of Lois' tight cunt on that spear of flesh, the hot insides threatening to melt the tip of the demon's cock. She could feel her own climax building slowly, though she was trying to hold off.

Blaze had the edge here, and Lois knew it. But eventually the demon would come, it was just a matter of stamina...or so the reporter thought.

Until she felt Blaze's hand smack her ass.

Lois moaned, shooting a dirty grin over her shoulder. A red imprint was raised on the pale flesh of her buttock, and the expression on Blaze's face was smug. The reporter knew she had to rise to this challenge, get Blaze involved...

"Harder daddy," Lois hissed, pitching her voice high. "Haven't I been a bad girl?"

The reporter shortened her strokes, thighs screaming, flexing her buttocks. The expression on Blaze's face hadn't changed, but there was a gleam in those white eyes...and the hand came down hard, again, and open-palmed swat that stung so hard Lois thought even Blaze's cock could feel it.

Lois knew what she had to do to succeed.

"I have been a bad girl. I deserve to be punished, teasing you for so long, waving my pussy around while you were just boiling over inside. Don't you want to pump your seed in me? See me get all big and round with your bastards? It's going to be a long nine months, just carrying one inside me...think how much worse it's going to be when I'm eating for three. My tits are going to swell and my ass is probably going to get fat...no one will want to fuck me when I'm like that..."

The reporter was babbling through her dirty talk, making the strokes shorter and shorter, which she knew Blaze would find frustrating. Unfortunately, the imagery was working on her too—she could feel her pussy getting wetter as she thought about what she would look like, swollen with twins, draped in maternity wear, everyone's eyes on the unbelievably knocked-up reporter, carrying some bastards from a one-night stand.

Warm, strong hands slipped onto Lois' hips. Blaze half-rose off the chair, pushing Lois forward onto her hands, and now the demon was in control, pulling her cock out and pushing it back into the reporter with long, savage thrusts.

"I know what you're doing," the shemale growled. "It won't work. I'm going to make you cum. Make you cum on my dick."

"Yeah?" Lois squeezed her pussy. "Not with limp thrusts like that. C'mon daddy" the reporter teased as Blaze pounded her cunt. "Put your back into it."

With a roar, Blaze did. The dickgirl slammed into Lois hard and fast enough the reporter thought her hips were going to crack, those heavy balls slamming into Lois' pudenda, and Lois could feel the strain in her arms and legs as she was ready to collapse...and worse, her climax was edging nearer and nearer, the extra stimulation making her gasp and pant, unable to say anything, her one thought being: don'tcumdon'tcumdon'tcumdon'tCUM...