Shame

Lois Lane closed her eyes, unfulfilled and...yes, ashamed. She couldn't bring herself to answer.

The reporter had told herself she'd be an adult about this, that sex work was legitimate, that it was perfectly all right for two consenting adults to enjoy each other's company for pay. Yet some resurgent Christian upbringing swept to the surface, and her body cringed as guilt and shame washed over her as she realized what she'd done.

I just paid for a whore to cum in me, she thought. Her eyes itched, and there was a hollow, empty feeling in her heart. Why? Why did I do it? Why didn't I...I don't know, call Superman, go to a bar and find a date, something? Why did I have to pay for sex?

Angelica Blaze said nothing, her hard cock still inside of Lois. It felt like an accusation.

I didn't even have an orgasm. She came in me and I didn't even cum. I could be pregnant, and what am I going to say? "Sorry honey, your mom couldn't be bothered to have a relationship so she hired some well-hung prostitute to cum and fuck her and it wasn't even all that go—"

Fingers slid along Lois Lane's ribs, teasing, tantalizing. Almost automatically, the reporter giggled, ancient reflexes kicking in.

"I knew you were ticklish," Blaze said with a grin. "Coochie coochie coo..."

Lois shrieked, all thoughts suddenly banished as the whore's hands swept over her most sensitive spots, light fingers poking, prodding, stroking. It was worse now that she was expecting it, laughter bubbling out of the reporter in a constant stream as ther fingers crept along her arm pits, her neck, behind her ears, down her midriff, behind her knee... Angelica was relentless in her ****, and within very many minutes Lois was left half-curled on the bed, struggling for breath, tears running down her face.

"Feeling better?" Blaze said, as she finally let Lois alone for a minute, the laughter dying into a kind of wracking sigh as the reporter sucked in air.

"Yes," Lois said, wiping away at the tears on her face. "Thank you."

"Good," Blaze said, sliding her dick in and out of the reporter's pussy. "But I have to tell you a secret."

"What's that?" The reporter looked up at the escort—just in time for Angelica to reach down and press her mouth against Lois Lane's own. The dickgirl's hands slid up the reporter's arms, grabbing the wrists and pinning them to the bed.

"You're beautiful," Blaze said, when she finally broke the kiss. "And I'm going to fuck you until you cum, and then keep fucking you until you cum again, and I'm going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until you beg me to stop."

She reached down and kissed the tip of Lois Lane's nose.

"And I will make sure that you never, ever regret this night."

Lois Lane's smile died a little as she stared up into the utterly serious face of the escort. This seemed above and beyond the call to satisfy a customer. Yet right now...maybe that was exactly what the woman needed. What they both needed.

"You promise?" Lois asked.