Mission Accomplished

A wet heat spread throughout Maria's groin, and she squeezed her pussy down painfully tight, trapping it deep within. She allowed herself a satisfied smile.

It had felt touch-and-go for a little bit with the reporter, but her little ploy had worked. Mission accomplished: sample acquired successfully; Mr. Luthor would be very happy. Now all she had to do was disengage and...

"You know," the reporter breathed heavily, face still flushed, cock still hard as a rock. "I think I could go again."

Maria's eyes widened. This wasn't part of the plan.

"I mean, you do want to get knocked up, don't you?" Lois began to move again, sawing her fat cock in and out of Maria's pussy. "Maybe it's just that you're so baby-crazy that's turning me on, but I really do feel like I could cum again..."

A sinking feeling settled in Maria's chest. The sex had been great, but it had all been for the job. Now that the job was done, she wanted to get out of here. The sample wasn't getting any fresher, marinating in her pussy, getting stirred up by that log that Lois was plowing her with. As it was, Maria wasn't sure she'd be able to walk straight after this.

Lois, though, was really getting into it. She began punctuate every deep thrust by grinding her crotch against Maria's own, to move her hand down to hover over the woman's belly as though she could will the seed inside Maria's womb. Maria tried to smile, to bump her heels against her target's buttocks, to think of something, anything that would get her out of here...

"You're not talking," Lois' eyes narrowed, tone shifting. "You haven't said a word. All that good shit about wanting a baby...a minute ago you couldn't shut up about it."

Maria licked her lips. "No...baby, that was...it was great, but I have...have to get back to work..." The lie felt clumsy and ****, even to Maria. She expected the jig was up, to see Lois' face twist in anger and resentment...but instead there was a cruel twist to the reporter's lip that made Maria's piss run cold.

"Good," the reporter's hand slipped lower, thumb rubbing against Maria's clit. The woman gave an involuntary gasp. "I think that makes it better, really. You might not want a baby...but you're going to get one."

There was a sullen determination in Lois' voice, and the thrust of her hips lost any hint of restraint or gentleness, their crotches slamming together with hard slaps that Maria was sure would leave bruises on both of them, but one look in Lois' eyes showed the barmaid that the reporter was far past caring.

Now as the reporter pile-drived her pussy with that pistoning prick a real fear began to creep into Maria's mind... What can I do? Mister Luthor wants his sample. If I try to fight or run, she'll know. But if I just sit back and let her fuck me...how long is it going to take to satisfy her? How long can she go?

It was a serious question. Maria had no doubt that Lois' augmented biology could produce another load of sperm, and quickly; her refractory period was much less than that of a normal male.

But how many times would it take to satisfy her? Maria panted, feeling her cooze ache from the slam-fuck. What can I do?