Yes I Do

Lois didn't hesitate. Her every sense was on edge, heart beating, adrenaline pumping. It wasn't just the crowd all around her, it was the sick dizzying drop right in front of her. If she made the wrong move right now, she would die.

"Good,' the voice whispered in her ear. Strong hands gripped her arms, almost painfully tight. "Now...face your fear."

The push was unexpected. A sudden powerful thrust of the hips that shoved that huge cock in just a little deeper, until Lois thought it would split her in half—but more than that, if pushed her right to the edge, her body hovering over the open pit. Lois screamed...but those strong arms held back, kept her from falling.

That was the only thing, though. Lois stared down that long slide, into the liquid white **** that waited for her. If the grip should loosen on her cum-slick skin...if the cock inside her wilted...the reporter would fall tits-first down that long glass ramp. And there would be nothing she could do about it.

"It feels, exciting, doesn't it?" The voice seemed so far away.

"Yes!" Lois cried, feeling her body tense, knees aching as her whole body weight was supported by them on the very rim of the pit, and on the hands holding her back.

"Feels like you're alive?"

"Yes!" Lois screamed, **** back a sob, wanting this to end.

"You're so much stronger than you think you are." The voice was like velvet and steel. "Come back, Lois. Come back from the edge, if you can."

Lois leaned her body back, pressing her ass against that cock, gritting her teeth as she **** it even deeper inside of her—and it bent back, bit by bit, until she was almost sitting on the unseen thighs.

Then the thrust came, sudden and unexpected, and Lois' body arched out again, over the pit, eliciting a squeal of terror from the reporter...but as she hung there by her arms in that steely grip, and the cock slowly withdrew, she saw the game. Clenching her mouth into a hard line, she was determined to play.

Pushing backwards, Lois would fuck herself on the cock—and her unseen lover would thrust forwards, back and forth they went. It was sex on the edge of ****, the kind of visceral loveplay that Lois had never dared nor dreamed of trying....but it was her only hope, the only way to survive.

So she fucked, and was fucked. Bucked her hips faster and faster, squeezed her cunt tight against the thick invader as it scraped along her inner walls.

Lois seemed to be aware of every curve and ridge on the that cock, the warm, firm swell of the balls that slapped against her vulva the prick stretched her to the max and slammed into the hilt, the long, feminine nails on the hands that gripped her...

It was a kind of awareness that she had only ever experienced in life-or-**** situations, when the bullets were thick in the air, and she knew at any minute this might be it...and here she was again. Heart pounding, pussy pounded, the long drop ahead of her, and every thrust of her hips might be the last...and she could feel the orgasm building and tried to fight it, biting her lips, her tongue, thigh muscles threatening to rip themselves from her bones, hips aching, toes curling and try as she might, it was happening anyway...

She squirted, hot liquid pissing out around the cock that stoppered her cunt. Her back arched as though in a seizure, arms trying to wrench themselves out of their sockets, and though she was unable to push back any more, the thrusting continued, fucking her right through the middle of her cuntbusting orgasm, until the exhausted reporter drooped, panting, eyes wild and ****, all strength gone from her legs as she hung limply from the arms that held her...and that feminine voice laughed and spoke: