I Need It

Lois Lane blurted out. The reporter heard herself say the words—and it was true, she realized the moment that they were past her lips. But she couldn't process the why of it. Why she needed to be creampied so badly. Why some part of her seemed to crave it, and why that craving had grown to such proportions that she had hired this prostitute...something so out of character...

"Why do you need it?" Angelica pressed—literally pressed her cock as deep into Lois as she could, her hips pressing into the reporter's ass on the bed.

"I...I got the idol...and...I got this craving..." Lois stammered.

"Sounds like somebody's not being honest." The escort drew back, cock sliding out of Lois until only the head was in. Instinctively, the reporter tried to inch her ass backwards, to impale herself on that dick, but Angelica let go of the reporter's breast and placed her hand on Lois' hip to stop her.

"It's just a statue. Just stone. I don't think it can make you do anything. After all, you're a grown woman. You decided to hire me tonight. Made the call, gave your credit card number." The prostitute's other hand came up to pet Lois' hair. "You were dripping when I got here, wearing nothing but a robe. You wanted this." She licked Lois' ear. "You needed this. Why?"

Angelica's hips moved again, plunging the hard cock home again in Lois' cunt, and for a moment the reporter's mind was blank to everything else—except the statue was still there, it's belly pointed at her. The great, heavy gravid form, not a sphere exactly, but stretched and kind of drooping like a woman's belly does near the end of pregnancy. Lois stared at it, and an image came to her of her own belly, taut but sagging over her waistline, nipples dark on her breasts, arms cradling her baby bump...

Lois' heart thumped in her chest, in time to the rapid pistoning of the penis pounding her pussy. Something inside of her quivered at that image, and she struggled to hang on to it...to be honest with herself...

The reporter moaned and the prostitute panted, slamming her hips into Lois now with a sudden urgency. Confusion ran through Lois, and she almost saw herself staring back at her from the idol.

"I'm...about...to blow." Angelica panted. "But...not...inside... Not...unless...you...tell...me...why..." The strain was evident in the shemale's voice, and Lois felt it too, in the way the escort's strong hands gripped her hip, the slap of the testicles against the back of Lois' thighs. The reporter's clit screamed out in neglect, but the internal struggle continued.

Lois closed her eyes, but the image of herself was still there, smiling, holding her belly...but now the thighs were spread, and a cock was pumping up and down into that pregnant pussy...the gravid doppelganger staring back at Lois so utterly confident, satisfied, filled and fulfilled...

Is that really what I want?