That Was Exactly What She Needed

Lois' scream settled into a sigh, and the prostitute's frantic fucking settled down into gentle, long, slow strokes as they both caught their breath. The reporter bit her lips and laid back in the bed, letting her hands unclench from the bedsheets.

The craving that had been eating at Lois was almost gone, and she relaxed like a hungry cat after a big meal. She could feel the warm wetness of her cunt, sticky and sloppy from their extended coupling, and it just felt so right. While Lois had never been one for creampies before—too many dangers, too many complications—she had to admit, as she basked in the afterglow, that it was exactly what she needed.

Or...almost. There was still a lingering edge of need there, and her slick and happy cunt still squeezed and milked at the cock that was slow-fucking her.

The prostitute Angelica leaned down over Lois, hands cupping and massaging the reporter's tits. Just over her shoulder, she could see the bulk of the idol on the bedside table. The thing seemed to have shifted, so the round belly was pointed directly at the coupling pair.

"You've been hard a long time," Lois felt an obscure embarrassment as the shemale played with her breasts. She had never really been with a woman before, much less a transwoman. Now that they had fucked—even though they were still fucking—the reporter wasn't quite sure what to do.

"Cialis," Angelica whispered, before kissing Lois' left nipple. "Though having such a beautiful woman beneath me certainly helps."

A burn came to Lois' cheeks, and she wondered what she must look like, laying on the bed and blushing like that. Angelica herself was filmed in a light sweat, but otherwise still looked ravishing.

"Thank you," Lois paused. "For everything, I mean, not just the compliment. For uh..."

"The orgasm?" The escort's smile was wicked, like they shared a secret. "Or the creampie?" Lois felt fingers tip-toeing along her lower abdomen, up to her belly button.

"Both," Lois answered honestly. Tentatively, she reached up a hand to touch the prostitute's breast. That little need inside her...Lois had known it before. When she was really pent up, sometimes one orgasm wouldn't cut it...and Lois had never had multiple orgasms before tonight. But she had sat for hours in a darkened room before a computer, frigging herself harder and harder, searching for just the right porn to get off...and this felt a little bit like that.

The reporter licked her lips before asking the question: "Think you have another one in you?"