Make Her Work For It

"Okay slut. You can have your baby." The shemale said, then brought her lips close to Lois' ear, pressing her breasts into the reporter's back. "But you have to work for it."

So saying, Blaze settled down on the toilet, Lois seated on top of her...then the shemale let her arms fall away, and settled back.

Lois bit her lips as she understood. Blaze would supply the sperm. All she had to do was get it out.

Bringing her legs up to balance, oh so carefully, on the rim of the toilet seat, Lois brought herself into a squatting position, fully impaled on the large, strangely soft prick. Feeling the fullness of it inside of her. She stretched out to touch the walls of the stall for balance...and took a deep breath.

The brunette raised her ass, feeling the muscles in her calves bunch and stretch as she raised herself up off the cock...and then lowered herself back down. It was like doing squats, but only at the beginning, as Lois got a feel for the distance to travel, the bare aching emptiness as the cock pulled out of her, quickly followed by the pleasant pressure of it filling her up again.

Working into an ascending rhythm, Lois started to bounce up and down on the shemale's dick, breath quickening as she fucked herself with the meat pole, and wondered what everyone would think if they saw her now—impaling her slutty cunt on a random dick in a seedy restroom, begging a complete stranger to give her a baby—and the thought of that galvanized Lois into faster and more frenetic motions, the sexual danger spiking her fight, flight, or fuck response into high gear.

Her ass slammed down to meet the trim hips of her lover, legs burning as she willed the massive bollocks to unload into her. Lois could feel her own orgasm building, cunt burning, clit dying for attention but she dared not reach down and touch it for fear of losing her balance, and she didn't want to stop. She was so close, and as she gazed down at the taut skin of the testicles beneath her, thrumming with each impact as she slid her hole down to the base of the thick cock, she wondered how close that was.

Because she needed it. Having come this far, said so much, Lois realized she had slipped past that sexual event horizon, the point of no return. She would fuck until the massive load she knew, hoped, prayed was brewing in those bitchbreeder balls shot up into her cunny, and she would raise her hips in the air and let the steaming cream soak into her eggs until she was good and knocked up. It was the point at which all niceties of social norm and dignity fell away, and revealed the bitch in heat...

Behind her, Lois couldn't see or hear Blaze...lost in her own little world, humping the hot spike with the heavy bitchbreeders underneath, the reporter hardly cared...until that insinuating throaty whisper came from behind her again.

"Gonna have to work harder than that if you want my load, slut." The dickgirl paused significantly. "Maybe you don't want it that bad? Or maybe you just want some help."