Don't Stop

Lois didn't want to beg. The shemale's prick was still buried in her cunny, hard as calculus, and despite the warmth filling her insides, the reporter knew she was close, but not there yet. Filled, but unfulfilled. She panted, perched on top of the prostitute, trying to get a hold of herself. To put it into words. A command.

"Don't stop," Lois said finally. "Until I fucking scream."

Then Angelica grinned...and rolled over. The reporter instinctively held on for dear life as she felt the room shift, the bedsheets and mattress under her back. The shemale prostitute was on top of Lois now, pinning her to the bed. The cock throbbed once. Her lover-for-hire leaned down low to kiss Lois gently on the lips, then looked into her eyes and whispered:

"As you wish."

Stiff and strong, the escort began to flex her hips, drawing her cock out of Lois' sloppy slit and then sliding it back home, grinding her hips down as he bottomed out inside the reporter. Lois grabbed the bedsheets in her hands, spreading her legs as wide as he could to encourage the prostitute to go deeper, faster, harder...and Angelica did.

Starting with a slow and steady pace, the in-and-out built up momentum steadily, sawing away, stirring the load of sperm dumped into Lois into a frothy mess that jut lubed the cock even more. They were moving in sync now, two animals in the ancient mating dance, buttocks flexing, hips colliding, tits swinging in time to their thrusts, and Lois could feel the tension rising within herself, like a wire growing ever more taut.

Her cunt was a furnace of heat and friction as the hired dick plunged in and out of her so fast that it was a blur, Angelica's ass rising and falling, Lois' legs now wrapped around her, heels drumming against the shemale's buttocks as she urged the prick on—and then the prostitute shifted her weight, supporting herself with one hand on the bed as the other reached down to fiddle with Lois button.

The sudden stimulation to her clitoris brought Lois to the brink, the combination of vigorous rubbing and frantic fucking pummeling her body. Lois gulped down air and arched her back, squeezing her pussy muscles, nipples stiff, ass clenched so hard it began to hurt from the strain, Angelica's prick driving that jizz straight up against her womb.

The sound began low in the back of her throat as she crested the final peak that set off her internal cascade. Her eyes closed painfully tight, mouth open as the moan rose and rose in volume, steadily building to match the pace of the spasms erupting inside of her. And when it reached a crescendo, heart beating like it was about to burst...

...Lois screamed.

Angelica fucked her right through it. The shemale's cock remained hard, testicles slapping against Lois' ass, hips thrusting, thumb grinding the reporter's clitoris in quick, smooth circles, and with the continued stimulation Lois kept cumming...and cumming...and cumming. Her pussy spasmed around the welcome invader, her chest heaved, face flushed a crimson red, barely able to breathe as the orgasms rolled over and into one another, and Angelica fucked her through it all.

Lois had never had multiple orgasms before. It was a night of firsts for her. And as she came down from the last, the prostitute finally slowing her pace, the reporter looked over at the gravid idol and thought about her greedy uterus, lapping up the shemale's sperm during all of her orgasms...and Lois had to admit to herself...