He Can't Hold It

Strong hands gripped Lois' shoulders, pulling her up off of her knees.

"I...I'm sorry," Perry mumbled, voice strained. Lois looked down at his prick, red and angry and wet, ready to explode. He shifted his right hand to her skirt, pushing it up over his ass. "I need..."

Before she could do anything, he pulled her into his lap, tits thrust into her face. Lois was too surprised to even fight it as he felt the warm thickness of him against her butt, and then his hand was fumbling down there and—

Perry's cock slipped inside her pussy. Lois gasped as though from an electric shock at the warm, familiar sensation of being filled, but also at the suddenness of it.

This is too far! I shouldn't be doing this. We shouldn't be doing this. But...we are...

Thick, strong hands grabbed her ass, squeezing the cheeks, and pressing her down further onto him. And then for a few minutes there was no time for thought. She straddled him, letting him thrust up into her, rolling her hips in time with each pump. His face was red and sweaty as he buried herself in her bosom, neither of them even undressed as primal need took over.

It was different from earlier tonight in the alley. Then, Lois had felt dirty, used. Now, lost in the rut as she started fucking him back, bouncing up and down on her client's cock, she felt...what? Not in control, exactly. His hands still clung to her, holding Lois tight and pulling her to him as he thrust as deep as he could with his pants still down around his knees. Yet she felt...something else. A flutter in her chest as her pussy clenched around his prick, holding him to her tits as he screwed his eyes shut, probably imagining the wife he'd rather be fucking.

He needs this. She thought as she let out a moan. He needs this release.

Then he did release, inside of her. It was much more abrupt than Lois imagined, she hadn't even begun to get excited enough herself yet—but she knew he had been holding back, and it was her mouth that had sent him over the edge, **** for a cunt, any cunt, to shoot his load into. Lois could feel the hot, wetness dripping out of her pussy as he held her close, unleashing all that pent-up seed. The reporter held him close, milking his stiffie with her pussy, doing little kegel exercises.

I did it. I really did it. A kind of numbness swept through Lois' mind.