One Grunt For Yes

Angelica grunted once, loudly, and her grip on Lois tightened. The shemale's face was set, breath panting, eyes rolling up into her head. The pounding thrusts began to speed up, and Lois bit her lip against the punishing dicking she was receiving—and she knew this was only the beginning.

Lois had seen it before—albeit only in men. All of her boyfriends, if teased and coaxed long enough, entered into that primal state, where ejaculation was not only imminent but unavoidable. Sometimes, masturbating alone for long hours, Lois had approached something like it, frantically jilling herself, hand a blur on her clit, toes curling, paging desperately through her porn with one hand, searching for that last little bit of stimulation that would send her over the edge.

The reporter knew that in those moments, she couldn't have stopped, even if she wanted to. Even if someone had barged into the room or something on the stove had caught fire. She knew that she wouldn't stop until she came. Now...now Blaze was like that, humping furiously, sawing her long, hot meat in and out of Lois' hot tunnel like the antidote was buried deep in the reporter's cunt.

Angelica's sudden heat stirred the embers in Lois. It always turned her on, watching her lovers lose it in front of her, inside of her...and right now she was unprotected. Exposed. A dangerous day, coupling with this gorgeous shemale bareback—and Blaze had an impregnation fetish.

Lois smiled, sweat plastering her hair to her forehead, knowing just how she could use that.

"Cum for me," she gripped her lover and brought her lips up to her lover's ear, Blaze never stopping even a moment from her fucking. "Cum in me. Make me a mommy. Knock this slut up. Slut wants your seed inside of her so bad."

Lois knew it was working when she felt the dickgirl speed up her thrusts, and the reporter thought her own insides would melt, pussy so wet it was meeting the pounding cock with wet squishy sounds as the strokes shortened.

"I want a baby. I want your baby. Want to see my belly all swollen and round with the results of my whoring. So everybody knows I got fucked and bred..." Lois began to pant as her own climax approached, and Angelica was pounding away so hard that the reporter could feel her own hips creek under the ****. "...kn-knocked up, tits f-filling with m-milk, ach-aching for release..." She panted, right on the edge now herself. "...j-just cou-ounting the days u-until you cou-ould put another one i-in me...keep me...preg...for...life..."

The image haunted Lois in her mind. It wasn't just idle dirty talk, trying to find what buttons to press. She could see herself, maternity dress flowing, figure ruined, tits bloated, the **** slut with the gravid belly and leaking milky breasts, just waiting to birth one so she could get loaded up with the next, and Blaze there to hump her, night and day, so her pussy was always a sobbing, nasty, cum-filled mess, even when she showed up at the hospital with a cunt full of fresh jism...

Fantasy crashed hard with reality as Lois creamed. Her pussy clamped down, howl choked in her throat as she raked her lover's back with her fingernails, and electric current shooting up her spine...and that in turn set off Angelica. Once, twice, three times the shemale slammed her full weight in Lois' battered cunt, until the reporter thought the tip of the dick was going to kiss her cervix or drive her spine into the wall...and a wet liquid heat filled her.

It had been a long time since Lois had been bareback with anyone. She had forgotten the immediacy of it...the way her pussy felt gooey, as the load was shot deep within, the already overflowing channel super-innundated. The way you could know you'd been marked deep within, that just didn't happen with a condom.

Blaze collapsed into Lois' arms, breathing heavy. The reporter buried her face in the shemale's hair, smelling her perfume and the night on it...but also sex, raw sex; sweat and cum and tears of pure exertion, salt and musk. She knew it was time to turn the knife.

"That was good baby...really good. Seeded me deep. All those little swimmers, making their way down toward my womb..." Lois could feel it too, as her pussy's spasms died down in small convulsive fits, and knew deep within her cervix was eagerly sucking up all that sperm, drawing it deeper within her. "...but you promised, remember? You promised to show me where the girls are."

Angelica grunted, spent. Then she raised her head to look Lois in the eyes...except her eyes were different now, pure white, no pupils or irises at all, and dark shadows seemed to be gathering in the orbits. The reporter stared uncomprehendingly at what she was seeing...and then Blaze opened her mouth to speak.