Sloppy Seconds

The two stayed there like that for a few minutes—Angelica Blaze on the toilet, Lois in her lap, the great softening cock still plugging her well-fertilized cunt. The reporter and her lover were facing each other, tits mashed together, clinging to one another. Blaze had her head hung back in post-coital bliss, and Lois gently explored her shoulder and neck with small kisses, tasting the shemale's salty sweat, feeling the churning liquid heat within her pussy.

"That was...amazing." Blaze smiled her Mona Lisa grin. "We must do this again sometime, if it didn't take."

The reporter stiffened at that. She had not come this far, dry-humping this woman she had just met in the public toilet of a dingy club and begging the big-cocked bitch to seed her womb, for it 'not to take.' Lois leaned back from Blaze, body suddenly more tense.

"No time like the present, right?" The reporter stared hard at Blaze's eyes as one hand crept down to gently haft and squeeze the shemale's testicle sack.

"You must be joking." Angelica's dark eyes went wide.

In answer, Lois knelt against Blaze's chest and began rolling her hips, grinding her wet pussy on top of the softening dick...and felt a response. The reporter smirked as she kept it up.

"You can go again, right?" A cruel twinkle in Lois' eye as she sped up her movements on her lover's lap. "Don't tell me you need a little help getting it up?" Her hand dropped lower, finger circling gently at Blaze's anus again.

"Oh you whore." The shemale roared with a combination of indignation and admiration. Then Blaze stood up from the toilet. Lois yelped, legs instinctively circling around her lover's waist to support herself, but Angelica's hands were there, cupping her ass, supporting her weight as the shemale staggered through the open door of the stall toward the counter and sinks opposite. Each step, Lois could feel the hardening phallus within her, reaching to new depths, cum dripping out of her well-spermed cunt onto the floor.

Cool tile met Lois' backbone as the shemale unceremoniously set her on the ledge...and then Blaze set her arms on either side of Lois for support. By now the reporter could feel the length of the dick inside her...and Angelica Blaze began to move. Lois yelped as the hard cock slammed up her well-lubed passage with surprising ****, but in this position Blaze had all the freedom she needed for hip-swinging, pounding, jackhammer thrusts...and Lois could do little more than lie back and take it as the stiff nail began to hammer away at her slick pussy, each stroke accompanied by a sick squelch as the jizz already swarming through her well-fucked snatch was churned into a milky froth.

Lois grunted with each impact, feeling her thighs shudder as Blaze rammed into her again and again, picking up speeding, balls swinging to smack into the reporter's ass. Blaze herself just grunted, eyes closed, muscles across her chest, shoulders and arms tense, vivid veins standing out on her neck and temples. The reporter panted and moaned as the fucking kicked into high gear, friction burning against her cunt lips, the back of her head grinding into the mirror that ran along the wall.

She had liked to see her lovers in the moment when they lost it—really lost it, at the moment of ejaculation, when all thought processes shut down and it was just some pure animal need written across their face. Now though...Lois imagined this is what a cow felt like, when a bull mounted her. There was no thought to Lois' comfort or pleasure, her wants and needs were secondary to the fact that she was a wet piece of meat for Angelica Blaze to seed.

Lois admitted to herself she loved it. Loved, in that moment, the idea of being used. Mated. Bred. To cast aside for a moment all the dignity and pretense of love, affection, of being a civilized and mature woman, to give herself up to being a horny fucking monkey that wanted another load of splooge in her overstuffed womb.

Yet...Lois smiled to herself...she was never one to just sit back and take it either. The reporter's hands came up and grabbed at Blaze's nipples, pulling at her lover's breasts, twisting the pink nubs between thumb and forefinger so they pointed toward the ceiling...and she was rewarded when she heard the shemale howl.