Mount The Cock

Ah, what the hell. Lois thought as she turned around, lining her pussy up with the metallic dick. None of this makes sense, but I need to get off.

The steel prick was cold, and hard—but it had a pleasing girth, and as the reporter spread her lips and eased herself back onto the stiff rod, she let out a sigh. While Lois had never gotten off just from penetration alone, she did really enjoy the sensation of being filled, and the faucet-cock was like the hand to her glove.

Lois didn't bottom out. She wanted to get off, not impale herself. With knees half bent, she leaned forward, grasping the sides of the tub for support, the reporter began to move. It wasn't that different from one of her toys, really. The cum in her snatch and the chrome skin of the prick made it easy to slide herself on and off, on and off, sometimes letting her weight rest a little more on the knob so she could feel the pleasant pressure at it stretched her hole, just a bit.

Within moments, Lois had established a rhythm, slipping the cock a little farther in, feeling the friction and heat of her body warm up the metal. Lois closed her eyes and tried to lose herself in it. She was getting close, she could feel it. But it would take a little more than humping a metal cock to get her off. As the reporter shifted her hips, sending the cum in the tub sloshing like a storm-tossed sea, she tried to engage her greatest erogenous zone...

Many of Lois' erotic fantasies involved Superman—or the men and women she worked with. In her mind's eye they had all loved her, pumped her pussy with cocks and fingers, dared her on to new heights and erotic adventures...but somehow the idea of riding the Man of Steel wasn't working for her tonight. She tried to picture him, cock impossibly hard and stiff, her riding on top of him...but the image slipped, twisted.

Lois panted with desperation, but the person fucking her wasn't Superman. It was someone she had never seen before. The image that settled into her head was of a scarlet figure...a woman, the reporter realized with a start, with a matching crimson erection. Of course, Lois was aware of transsexuals, but she had never had any real sexual attraction to them before...but now...

The hard metal cock seemed almost a perfect match for the reporter's pussy, and she felt her ass begin to tap the back of the tub, her thrusts having carried her backwards until Lois was impaling herself on the full length of the cock. Yet in her mind it wasn't her doing the fucking; the red-skinned shemale was there, matching her thrust to thrust, pelvises colliding in a silent, **** mating.

She was on the edge and closing in, her climax building inside her stomach, heat building between her legs, slamming her ass back against the wall, and as she raised her hand behind her to steady herself, Lois grasped the water knob...and twisted it to full blast.