Chapter 18 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Beg For?

Lois Begs Blaze Not To Cum In Her

"Don't. Please. I can't...I can't get pregnant right now," Lois said. "My career...I'm not...I'm not in a place to..."

Angelica Blaze grunted. The dickgirl stood and shifted, the reporter clinging to her as they spun around until Lois Lane's back was against the wall...and the dickgirl could plunge her cock even deeper into her. Painfully deep. Lois gasped at each thrust as the head threatened to brush against her cervix. She hadn't been balled like this in years, and the thought of those nuts unleashing a torrent of seed deep inside of her scared her worse than anything right now.

"What's it matter? Whores gets pregnant all the time. I'm sure you can afford to get it scraped out of you," Blaze said, cruelly. "Hell, maybe I'll set you up on another little date so you can pay for it. We can throw you a little abortion party. Hundred bucks a head, no need for condoms because this cunt is already knocked up."

"No-no! Please, I can't, I can't, I couldn't...I..." Lois couldn't put it into words. She was all in favor of a woman's right to an abortion, but the thought that she herself would get one was...she couldn't fathom it. Not unless there was some serious medical issue. Which is a hard moral conflict to have when her ankles had crossed behind Blaze's back and that big cock was threatening to split her in two.

"I see..." Angelica said. "So if you get pregnant, you'll keep the baby. I have to tell you, that makes me want to impregnate you more."

"Please, don't," Lois said, not sure at this point what else she could say. "I'll...I'll do anything you want, just don't...don't cum in me."

"Anything?" Angelica leaned in deep...and paused her fucking. Lois writhed, hating herself as her pussy squeezed on the cock. "Even if I want to fuck your ass? Even if I want to cum in your mouth? Or if I want to record it so that I can play it back later? Or how about if I want to broadcast it, so that the whole world can see your face as I fuck Lois Lane for money like the whore she's become?"

The reporter's heart thundered. The dickgirl's face was so close to her own that Lois could feel her hot breath.

"Tell me, Lois. Tell me what you'll give me...or I'll paint your womb with my seed!"