Pull It Out

As soon as Angelica Blaze's back was turned, the reporter quickly tore the dripping, swollen cotton pad out of her pussy. She had to fight not to make any noise, but it came free slickly. One hand covering her pussy, the reporter deftly tossed the tampon toward the far corner—out of the dickgirl's line of sight.

Why she did it, Lois couldn't rightly say. Maybe it was just that she didn't want to get pregnant just then. Her action had been quick, instinctive, as they often were on her undercover investigative missions.

It wasn't that you aren't a good fuck, Lois mentally said as if talking to Blaze. It's just that I can't really embrace your little fetish right now. I'm on the clock. Missing women to track down, columns to write, Pulitzers to win.

When Angelica turned around, blushing and bearing the reporter's lacy black thong, the reporter smiled gratefully. The reporter kept one hand covering her pussy, as though holding the tampon in as she tried to step into the skinny panties.

"Oh, let me help you with that," the dickgirl said.

Unable to protest, Lois could only stand rigid as the dickgirl slipped the string of the thong up the crack of her ass, moving her hand at the last possible moment as the little triangle of black lace just covered her naughty bits. The reporter's heart beat faster during this little operation as Blaze tied the strings on her hips to hold the panties in place.

Did she see it? Does she know? Lois felt a sudden surge of—not guilt, but apprehension. She had no idea what the dickgirl's reaction would be if she found out that Lois had tossed the cum-filled tampon. As it was, she wasn't sure that the jizz still in her pussy might not leak out at any moment.

Just soldier through it, Lane, the reporter told herself. The night's far from over.