Lois Needs A Real Cock In Her Ass

I need to feel it again, Lois thought as she sat on the dildo, her burning asshole held open by the silicone cock.

I need to experience it...one more time. Just to...to...

She struggled to put what she was feeling into words. The need to be more than a victim. To prove to herself that she wasn't afraid of it. That it hadn't conquered her. That she could take it up the ass and not think of being a whore, that she could look people in the eye and be the bold, determined reporter again. The kind of strong, independent woman that could slap her butt and say "Yeah...I take it up the ass. I like it."

Suddenly, a knock at the door.

Strong, insistent. Lois reached up and turned off the water. The knock came again. The reporter hissed. Her hand slid down and locked around the silicone balls, tilted forward, using her weight to slide the suction cup off the floor. She stood up, holding the toy inside her, not wanting to lose the feeling of it up her ass.

Body soaking, she stumbled out of the shower, grabbed a bathrobe one-handed. Getting it on one-handed, holding the nine inches of silicone dick in her ass the whole time, the little plunger dangling behind her like a tail was a chore. The knock came again.

"Just a minute!" Lois called, loud enough she hoped her caller could hear. Clenched her ass as hard as she could as she changed hands, slipping her arm through the other sleeve. She only needed to hold it for second, both hands to tie the knot...there.

She stumbled toward the door, the bathrobe making her just decent, one hand behind her to help hold the dildo in. With her free hand, she reached the doorknob, turned and pulled.

"What?" The reporter growled, just as the knuckles were about to rap again.