Take A Break

Frustration gnawed at the reporter's loins, and she could almost feel the idol just...looking at her. With a sigh, he minimized her current tabs and opened a private browsing window. It was time for a little relief.

Lois shucked out of her panties, still feeling the tampon inside of her. This wan't the first or the fiftieth time she had masturbated while on her period—sometimes it even seemed to help her a little get over the symptoms, the cramps and pains that sometimes accompanied her monthly visitor.

Opening up her favorite porn site, Lois hesitated before typing in the search terms...the gravid belly of the idol kept seeming to draw her attention, and despite the fact that Lois had set it out of the way, it was definitely crowding close behind the screen now, so Lois could hardly ignore it. Eventually she settled on something a little different from her normal material: impregnation creampie. The video clip dutifully loaded, and the reporter clicked on the first one, not even caring to be picky...she had a need.

The clip opened up with a naked woman on her back, leg splayed before the camera...and a funnel planted in her pussy, the clear plastic reducing the porn actress' vagina to a meaty blur, the opening lodged deep down inside of her. Without further ado, a slender cock appeared on screen, the hand attached to it jerking off frantically, pointing his swollen knob right at the target...and fired, string of white jizz briefly airborne before they hit the plastic, and began to side down into the depths...

Normally, Lois preferred something with a little more plot than just gonzo sex...even liked the old vintage material from the Golden Age of Pornography...but tonight she was imply looking to get off. So she leaned back in her chair and watched the seemingly endless string of men march onto camera to blow their potent loads in the slut's fertile hole. Two fingers rubbed around her clit in a circular pattern as she made up her own narrative...

The bitch on screen was moaning now, hips bucking a little, and it appealed to Lois to think that he was getting all that cum without even the decency of being fucked, getting knocked up without even feeling one of those hard cocks stretch her little pink pussy... The brunette rubbed herself harder, knowing the exact frustration of wanting to be penetrated and not being able to feel it, her own cunt feeling wet and messy...and then Lois smiled as a nasty idea struck her.

Wrapping the string of the tampon around her right index finger, the reporter gave a little tug...just enough for an inch of white tampon to emerge from her vagina, only the bottom portion of it stained red...then gripped it with her fingers and shoved it back in.

The feeling was not all Lois could have desired...the tampon wasn't anywhere as rigid a cock or a real sex toy, but the little bit of friction felt good, especially when she kept rubbing herself with the other hand...

Lois fell into a routine, working her pussy with both hands, feeling the tampon slide in and out, in and out, rubbing her pussy a little harder a little faster...breath coming in pants, heart beating in her ears...and on screen the creamy rivers of cum were sliding down that narrow plastic tunnel, down to the waiting womb, the jostling sperm of so many men competing for the right to fertilize her egg...and the idol was there, just behind the screen now, that big gravid belly that seemed to portend the slut's ultimate fate...

She felt the orgasm build, thighs tensing, toes curling, rubbing and pulling harder and harder, on the screen jism sliding glob by glob down that dark tunnel to pool around that cervix... and then Lois did cum, cunt clutching, hand spasmodically frigging against her clit, and the tampon was ripped free with a spontaneous jerk of her wrist that sent it flying across the table, to land on the statue's belly with a wet splat as the reporter shook and rode out the orgasm.