End: I Want That Too

Lois couldn't stop the grin splashed across her face, the thumping of her own heart. It felt so good to be able to say that out loud...and to say it to someone she knew shared her dirty little secret.

Yes, she was Lois Lane, Star Reporter for the Daily Planet. An independent, career-minded woman that didn't need a husband and wouldn't be kept at home barefoot and pregnant like some backward housefrau from the 1940s.

But, Lois admitted to herself, watching Angelica Blaze's cock grow to its full erection. That doesn't mean that sometimes I don't want to be bent over and impregnated by a horny stud.

Babies, a soulmate, a career...Lois wanted it all. And now...she reckoned she was going to get it. The very idea gave her goosebumps.

Extending a single finger, Lois touched the swollen tip of Blaze's stiff prick. A drop of precum, clear and oily, oozed out.

"I want to date you. I want to take you home with me, and have you dump your seed into me every night. Your ring on my finger, and for you to keep my knocked up for a long, long time. Can't you tell I'm wet just thinking about it?"

Lois spread her legs for emphasis. Her pussy was a sticky, sopping mess, leaving a puddle on the stool.

"But...I still have a job to do, and so do you." She patted her stomach. "So we're going to go out and eat, like normal people. And you're going to tell me the truth about the missing women, and what you've been doing here, because I know you're tied up in it somehow. And when that's over..." Lois sucked in a breath. "You can breed me again."

Angelica blinked. For a moment, the eyes were dark pits, showing white eyes without iris or pupil, but then it was gone, and the hazel orbs stared out, fixated on the sight of the reporter's pussy.

A long thin red tongue slipped passed the shemale's lips...forked, and quite pointed, like that of a snake tasting the air.

"I would like that," Blaze admitted. Her eyes drifted up to stare into the reporter's own, the dickgirl's face a pure expression of devotion. "A great deal. But I have your word...if you're pregnant...will you..."

"Yes. I'll marry you," Lois' grin relaxed into something a little more wicked. "And I expect you to keep me pregnant for a long, long time."

They shared a laugh—the laugh of two friends and lovers who have the same secret. Lois didn't know what the future would hold, aside from dinner and great sex. It made her dizzy to think about being pregnant, what that would mean for her life and work...but that was for tomorrow. For tonight, Angelica Blaze would do almost anything she asked...and after Lois got the answers she needed, she suspected it would be a very wild night out indeed.