Get Fucked

Maria smiled and nodded. It was the easy solution.

Just pretend to be a bitch in heat, she told herself. It's no different from what we've already done, right? And that felt pretty good. I'm getting paid for this. I can do it.

A bead of sweat ran down the valley between her boobs as Lois pulled out just long enough to rub her hard cock up and down the length of Maria's cunt before slipping it back in with a wet squelch.

It felt bigger. Maria kept the stupid grin plastered on her face, cheeks hurting as the big fucking cock gouged out her pussy again. It felt like having a beer can crammed into her cunt. Worse than that was the sinking revelation.

Oh god, I am a whore, she began to pant as Lois picked up speed, the fat prick stretching her out, pushing deeper and deeper with each stroke. Maria swore she could see a little dimple above her pussy where the head of the reporter's cock was pushing up her stomach skin a little. And I'm not even on birth control.

Maria drummed her heels on Lois' ass, gripping the reporter's shoulders with both hands, trying to encourage the bitch to get it over with and empty her load...but the reporter had just came, and even though she was still hard, it was obvious that this would take more than a few minutes. The young woman wondered if her poor pussy could stand the fifteen to twenty minutes it would take for the reporter's remission period to end, to feel another shot of cum bust into her fuck-weary cunt.

Or whether that would even be the reporter's last.

A new worry was percolating in Maria's consciousness too: Luthor hired me to get a sample. But what if I really do get pregnant? Is he going to extract the embryo? Or am I going to get my contract "extended" to a full-on surrogacy? Good money, but do I really want to get knocked up?

That was food for thought for a long ten minutes. Maria's pussy, ass, and legs were sore, her lungs on fire. This was more intense than her regular workout session, and there was no end in sight. Lois Lane plunged on single-mindedly, sinking her prick deep in Maria's welcoming trench with each stroke, sweat dripping off of her and onto her young lover's own naked form.

Maria could feel their mingled juices running down her body to where cock and cunt were locked in their eternal union and disunion, their little tufts of pubic hair drenched and plastered with sweat. The young woman felt sticky, hot, tired, in dire need of a bath and ice cream and an ice pack for her ravaged puss...and then Lois began to speed up.

There was an air of desperation to this phase of their coupling. The reporter was panting now, rutting with abandon, her hips slamming hard into Maria and the young woman just laid back and took it, too tired to either protest or encourage, wishing that her pussy would just go numb. And when Lois did finally cum—slamming her cock in so deep it nearly poked into Maria's cervix, and letting out a primal grunt of release—Maria gave a sigh of relief.

Her hands moved down to Lois' ass, cupping and squeezing gently, letting her pussy milk out the last drops...glad that this was finally the end of it, that she could move on and get the mingled sperm samples to Luthor and deal with the consequences.

Except after a full minute buried in Maria's muff, the young woman didn't feel the reporter soften at all. She looked up at the reporter's dazed eyes, and Lois stared back, looking somewhat lost...face flushed with sex...and Maria realized with a sinking feeling that the reporter still wasn't finished with her.