Reach Between My Legs

Lois turned, rubbing her ass in the woman's lap, and reached a hand down between her client's legs. She could tell the raven-haired woman was watching her intently, and the reporter knew she had to play the part of the whore to the hilt.

How far will I go for a story? Lois Lane asked herself. Something many people had asked her, and which she always answered: As far as necessary.

Her fingers pressed against the cloth covering the woman's crotch. Lois expected to feel something soft, the warmth of flesh coming through the cloth, the pliant give of a pussy beneath her hand. Yet what she felt was hard...hard and round, standing out, like a roll of quarters or...

"Oh." Lois said. She could feel a blush rise across her cheeks, glad that the woman couldn't see it. Tried to play off her surprise by pressing harder, her whole palm against it, rubbing gently, tracing the shape of it through her client's clothes. "It feels...big."

"Take it out," the madame said.

The reporter's fingers found the zipper. Her heart thumped in her chest as she brought the metal tab down. Reached in to feel warm skin, wet sweat against her fingers. Instinctively, she half-gripped the swollen schlong, guiding it out of its nest.

The hard prick was out then, resting against Lois Lane's pussy. She could feel the heat of it through her labia, the crotchless Star Sapphire outfit offering no barrier. With a relief, Lois thought it looked clean. Maybe a little bigger than she was used to, but nothing too intimidating.

"Take it inside you," her client ordered.

Lois knew that was coming. It was the test...THE test. To separate the women from the girls, the whores from the amateurs. She had been paid, and knew what that entailed.

This is the only way, the reporter told herself, as she gently rubbed her pussy along the shaft, getting it nice and wet with her juices. Raised herself up and with her hand on the cock stood it up so that the swollen purple helmet lined up with her own channel. With this, I go from being a reporter to being a whore.

Lowering herself back down felt easily. Ridiculously simple. All the frustration and moralizing that Lois had up to that point, and the physical act itself was almost an afterthought. She let out a little moan as her pussy sank down, swallowing almost every inch of of the turgid shaft, until her asscheeks brushed against her client's clothes.

Somehow, being a whore didn't feel that different at all.

Hands grabbed her ass, roughly but firmly, and pulled her down the last little inch. Lois gasped uncomfortably as the cock penetrated her a little more deeply than before, into untrod territory inside of her.

"Now," the dickgirl beneath her ordered quietly. "I want you to..."