I'll Do It. Fuck Me Pregnant.

The words hardly left Lois Lane's mouth when her pussy clamped tight on the hard dick. An old familiar shudder went up her spine, toes curled, eyes narrowed down into slits as she screamed and creamed. The newly-minted whore rode out her orgasm on that hard, hot cock, consequences be damned.

Then she felt it.

Lois Lane had never actually felt any of her lovers cum in her before. She had always been careful, made them wrap their dick in a condom, never accepted any excuses. This was the first time she had a raw cock inside of her, and beyond that...the cock throbbed, suddenly thicker. Blaze grunted, hips twitching of their own volition. Deep inside Lois, as her cervix opened and closed in the throes of her orgasm, the woman felt the dickgirl cum inside of her.

Once, while drunk and horny, Lois had plunged the showerhead inside her pussy and turned it on full blast. The scalding hot water had blasted her sensitive birth canal, so hot and intense that she could only keep it there for a second, and her pussy had throbbed in pain for the rest of the night. That was what it was like when her first client came inside her.

Heat, impossible and intense, filled her pussy almost to the point of pain. Lois Lane's scream ratcheted up a notch, ass squeezed tight, fingers a blur on her clit, and for the first time in her life she knew what a multiple orgasm was like, peak fading into peak, voice grown ragged, unable to stop squeezing her pussy on the hard cock, keeping all that virile sperm deep inside her fertile cunt.

Yet eventually, orgasms have to end. Her toes uncurled, and Lois leaned forward. The heat was less intense now, but her pussy still felt hot and wet. She basked in the afterglow, caught her breath. Felt the warm skin of Blaze's thighs beneath her own, the cock a plug that seemed to keep any of the jizz from escaping.

"Oh fuck," Lois swept a sweat-slick strand of hair from her face. "I think...if I'm not pregnant from that..."

"I told you before," Blaze said. "If you agree, you're not leaving this room until you're pregnant. For one hundred and fifty thousand dollars..."

A hand slipped around to hold Lois Lane's stomach, the skin of her palm so warm that Lois could feel it through the costume. "...your pussy is mine, my little Star Sapphire, for the next nine months."