My Mouth

The words came out of Lois' lips almost before she could think. A sudden terrible emptiness filled her stomach.

"Alright slut," the voice purred. The hips slammed hard into Lois' ass...and then stopped. Began to withdraw, slowly, achingly slowly. So Lois could feel every fraction of an inch of raw pussy as the member retreated. Instinctively, her cunt muscles constricted, trying to keep the invader inside of her, but the tide was inexorable as it slowly withdrew.

The reporter panted, tongue lapping at the air. Already imagining that monster on her lips.

The tip left her with a smooth, wet schlick. Lois gasped at the cool air on her nether regions, the aching need deep within her. She wanted something to fill it...but not as much as she wanted something to suck.

Lois turned around. Angelica Blaze stood there, stroking her cock. The reporter stared at the shaft, which was still wet with her juices. It wasn't a human dick. A dull pink with hints of purple-blue veins beneath the surface, the head was flat and soft and a pale lavender. Impossibly long and fat, she could have measured the thing with her forearm...yet the whole thing sagged slightly along its arch. Blaze's hands sank into the soft tissue of the dick as she grasped it.

The heavy balls underneath were more normal, but taut and round as the testicles on a prize pig. Sperm factories. Bitch breeders. Lois shuddered to think what would have happened if those had offloaded into her slit...but as she smelled the heavy scent, saw the clear precum leaking out of the tip of that dick, she knew she wanted it inside of her.

Every drop.

"I'm close," Blaze said, as she grabbed her shaft and stroked it, from about halfway down it's length to the tip and back again. Her other hand hefted that huge left testicle. "Wanted to blow from the moment I entered you. But I've been holding back. Waiting."

"For what?" Lois tried to say. It was only then, when she tried to talk, that she found she'd been drooling, and the words came out in a jumble. Yet the woman with the strange and terrible dick seemed to understand her.

"For you to want me to." She said, eyes wide with a terrible delight. "If you want it..." she stepped forward, so that pale lavender head was right in front of Lois' face. Close enough a few drops of her own pussy juice struck her lips as Blaze stroked her shaft harder and faster. "...come and get it."