Play Dead

Lois concentrated on relaxing her lower body, letting her hips and legs sag, to keep from gripping or tightening her vaginal muscles. It was harder work than it seemed, especially when her invader pistoned forward, shoving their cock back into her hole, but the reporter was determined to go limp. If she had to fuck, she would do her best to make her "guest" do all the work, to not participate in any way except physically being there. To remove herself from the act of sex as much as possible.

It's not me. Lois struggled to avoid clenching her pussy as the bony hips slapped against her ass, the top of her thighs biting into the lip of the hole. I'm just being fucked. I'm not fucking them back.

It helped that just having some guy drill into her had never been enough to get Lois off. Oh, sure, she enjoyed a pleasant cunt-stretching as much as the next woman, but an actual orgasm usually required ten minutes of oral sex. Even by herself at home, with a little bullet vibe and her fingers it could take her half an hour to cum.

So as the in-and-out continued, speeding up slowly as the fucker pushed the cock slowly deeper and deeper into her depths, letting Lois feel more and more of the length, the reporter did everything she could to play dead. It was working too...she could almost feel the frustration from the intruder at her failure to respond, no matter how hard and deep a dicking she got.

"Might as well be fucking a piece of meat..." the voice echoed oddly in the tunnel, and Lois suppressed a glee of exultation as she felt the still-stiff cock pull out of her, its load unspent...

...only to feel those strange hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks. Lois almost involuntarily shuddered with alarm, but she shut it down, resisting the urge to clench her sphincter tight. Yet she could already feel something warm and wet probe at her anus.

"Let's see how you like this."