Mount Up

Lois **** herself to breathe. It was like her whole being was focused on that warm pillar between the cheeks of her ass, and the terrible emptiness between her legs. She couldn't remember a time when she had ever wanted, needed dick more. Not even during her most hormonal period or the dire throes of puberty. Her body craved it...despite everything Lois knew she should be worried about.

She had only met this stranger, a prostitute, moments ago. On her bed, in her apartment, about to have unprotected sex...she could be exposing herself to any kind of disease, to pregnancy...and as Lois raised her hips up and carefully maneuvered the towering prick to the opening of her pussy, she realized he didn't care about any of that. The reporter looked down between her legs, slipping the head of the erect prick between her pink folds...

...and sank down onto it in one smooth motion that had them both gasping.

Lois ground her hips against the escort beneath her, feeling the swollen balls rub against her ass. Normally penetration alone didn't do it for her, but just at that moment being filled felt so good that she just wanted to revel in it. The reporter tilted her head back and bit her lower lip, grinding back and forth slowly, letting the sensation build up inside of her...and then she felt a hand, warm, slim and strong on her lower belly, gliding down the black tangle of her bush, and a thumb settled on her clitoris, pressing gently on the hood above the sheath...and that was good too.

Angelica's other hand settled gently on Lois' right hip. The reporter opened her eyes and stared down at the prostitute, who was looking at her questioningly, as if asking for permission. Lois nodded, and the hand gripped a little harder...and Angelica began to roll her hips in time with Lois' grinding, sending her dick a little deeper into her client when their crotches rubbed together, giving the reporter just that extra little bit of sensation and friction...and Lois let herself moan, unselfconscious for a moment of the audience beneath her, convinced she had made the right choice.

Yet...something wasn't right, not yet. As good as it felt to feel a hard cock in her snatch, as much as Lois enjoyed the prostitute's ministrations on her clit, the sight of Angelica's breasts rising and falling as her breath quickened, obviously trying to hold off until Lois reached her peak, the reporter knew that craving which had driven her to hire the escort was for something more than a good fucking...and an image formed in her mind of the idol, with its swollen gravid belly. An image that must have been working on her subconscious all night, to get her biological clock tick-tick-ticking until now, as she felt the balls tense beneath her, orgasm coming closer and closer with each moment, she had only one command for her employee of the evening...