Lois Is Knocked Up Before She Knows It

The interview room was silent except for the slap of flesh on flesh, the little gasps and moans from Lois Lane, the wet squelching sounds as her pussy bottomed out on that meaty cock. Angelica Blaze was seated, her hands on the reporter's waist, helping to lift Lois up and down, to maintain their rhythm—but it was Lois that was moving. Whose heels were planted on the floor, thighs and calves bunching as she rose and fell, rose and fell, her tight cunt squeezing that thick prick every time she pulled off, grunting softly every time she slammed back down.

"You really want it, don't you?" Blaze said, her voice a husky whisper, even though it was just the two of them in the room.

"Yes," Lois huffed. She tried to keep in character. To answer how "Joanne" would answer. A prostitute that agreed to be a surrogate for a strange dickgirl would butter her client up, compliment their hard cock, anything to get paid and to keep getting fucked.

Except the moment the word was past her lips, Lois felt a wave of heat rush up from her pussy and flow through her body. Every hair on her arms and legs stood on end, as though from a static shock...and then, as suddenly as it had happened, it faded.

"I can tell," Angelica said. "Your pussy is so wet. So hot. I know you said you want to get pregnant, but be honest...you've wanted this for a while, haven't you? A baby. And a hard cock to give it to you."

Lois swallowed. She had misgivings about answering. Her client was obviously a metahuman, and Lois could tell something had changed in her mind...but she didn't think Angelica Blaze was forcing her to say these things. The reporter decided to try and experiment, without breaking character.

"Maybe. My line of work...getting pregnant hasn't really been a realistic option before," the reporter said as her ass hit the dickgirl's lap, and she bounced back up immediately, body on autopilot. Despite the fact that they had just had sex, Lois felt like she was just getting started.

"Of course. Professional woman with your career and all," the dickgirl said, without a hint of irony or sarcasm. "But surely you've felt the ping of your biological clock...maybe you've just dreamed of it...haven't you?"

Lois could tell what answer Blaze wanted, but a part of her rebelled. She was already going to get pregnant, why was it necessary for her to admit that she'd wanted a baby?

"Haven't given it...a lot of thought," Lois panted. "Not like it matters much, right? I'm going to get pregnant now."

"Yes you are, sweatmeat," Blaze said. "Right now."

The reporter's ass slammed down into the dickgirl's lap...and this time, Angelica held her there. Once again that strange static tingle went over her whole body, the hairs standing on end. The cock was plunged uncomfortably deep...and then, to Lois Lane's amazement, the dick began to throb. A liquid heat poured deep inside the reporter, and something inside her abdomen seemed to flutter. The reporter gasped and her pussy spasmed in a sudden, intense climax, her whole body convulsing in place, spine stiffening, toes curling inside her shoes, her hands clutching Blaze's knees in a white knuckle grip.

It should have been impossible to feel those jets of sperm hit her cervix. Should have been utterly impossible for Lois to feel herself get impregnated. There were no nerves or sensory organs in her uterus that could sense the moment when sperm met egg, or when fertilized egg was successfully implanted. All of which process could take hours, sometimes days.

Yet right at that moment, a swift and terrible certainty hit Lois Lane. Impossible as it was, she seemed to know, without knowing how she knew...that she was pregnant.

As swift as it had come, the feeling passed. No longer could Lois feel the jizz that must be dripping off her cervix, the hairs on her arms and legs went down again. Yet the terrible knowledge, the certainty of her impregnation and fertilization, remained.

That, more than the strange inhuman strength of Angelica Blaze or the lingering echoes of her orgasm that made her muscles suddenly feel like jelly. The sperm swimming around in her snatch gave Lois the sudden feeling as though she needed to wipe herself...but the thick cock was plugging her pussy, keeping the virile sperm deep inside of her.

"Did you enjoy that, Joanne?" Blaze said, in that same strangely husky voice. There was no tiredness, no sound of exertion, as if the dickgirl hadn't just blasted a load that most men would only see if they successfully completed No Nut November. Lois was aware now of some terrible danger in how she answered that question...but at the same time, she knew she had to answer it.

What would Joanne say? Lois wondered...and then she had it.