Chapter 12 by Zeebop

What Does Blaze Want Lois To Do?

Make Me Cum

"Inside?"

Lois sucked in her breath, feeling the throb of the cock inside her pussy. The terrible potential in that cock. She hadn't been sexually active for almost a year. Hadn't been on birth control for months. It was a risky day. There were still options, but...

"Is that a problem?" Her client asked.

"No baby," Lois pitched her voice as sultry, starting to move again, lifting her ass and sliding it back down. "Just want to make sure you get your money's worth."

There were no words for a few minutes. Lois would slide down and grind her ass into the dickgirl's crotch, then back up, moving slow and steady, building a rhythm, thighs and calves burning with exertion, since she was doing all the work. The client, thankfully, just sat there. No roving hands, no conversation. It let Lois focus on the task at hand...and think.

I wonder if this is what it's like, for the whores, Lois thought, feeling the heat build inside her body. She wasn't trying to get off, but she wasn't trying not to get off either. Her pussy had been so long without a real dick. Worrying about what to do, about pregnancy, STDs...now I need to get tested, get morning-after pill...

But this is just one time! She told herself. One time, just once...and I need to make a good impression. Might as well enjoy it.

With trembling fingers, the reporter-whore reached down and began to rub her pussy. Felt her breath coming in little gasps, her hips move a little faster. Not trying to **** it, just let it come naturally. Getting into the mood of the thing, fucking this complete stranger, so scary and yet exciting at the same time.

"What if I told you...there was a way to earn a lot more money, than turning little tricks every night?" Her client told her.

Lois, half-lost in her fucking, had to control herself. Without stopping, she said: "I'm listening."

"One big trick. One hundred thousand dollars. But there's a time commitment."

The reporter licked her lips. "How long, exactly?"

"About nine months."

The whore bottomed out on her client's lap, dick spearing deep inside of her, legs suddenly weak and shaky. She tried to play it off by grinding her hips hard around the lap.

"What...what are we talking about, exactly?" Lois asked.

"Surrogacy."