Stay And Take This

You can do this, Lane, she told herself. It's just sex. Save the power. You don't know how to recharge this thing. Just lie back and think about OH SHIT.

The first customer slapped the whore's ass. That was the extant of the foreplay as he shoved his cock inside of her, the prick sliding easily in the well-lubricated channel. Lois was so shocked at the intrusion she could hardly process the experience at first...but then, she started to get into it.

Sure, it was unexpected, but the cock wasn't too big or breaching too deep, and it was sliding easily in and out of her channel. He was wearing gloves, which she was absurdly glad of for some reason, holding her hips to steady himself as he pumped away. Off to the side, the older woman had set up an egg-timer, which was tick-tick-ticking down...

Five minutes can be an eternity. But it wasn't long enough for Lois to get off. She rarely did, just from penetration. Her wrists tugged gently at the stock, wishing she could rub her clit...but she'd just have to endure it.

The egg timer buzzed. The unseen cock gave one last shove and then pulled out, something warm flowing down the reporter's thigh...and she knew then that five minutes was more than enough for some men.

Another cock pressed against her entrance. The old woman reset the timer.

So it went.

Lois kept count of the cocks, using the egg-timer as basis. Before half an hour was out, she was panting and moaning, thrusting back against them in sexual frustration. Her pussy was getting hotter, and she could feel the need building within her, but without the added stimulation to really get off, it was just sexual ****.

More than that though...the cocks were getting bigger.

At first, the reporter thought it was a product of her overheated imagination. But as her pussy stretched and strained against a real womb-scraper, she knew that this was a big one—bigger than anything she had ever taken before—and winced as it plunged in deep, her pussy wrapped tight around the invading dick.

When the going gets hard... Lois told herself, then chuffed as the tip of the dick kissed her cervix. ...and the going is certainly hard...just gotta...hang on...

She turned her head over to the old woman. The reporter caught the steel-haired matron's eye and mouthed the words: "How many left?"