That's Enough

The reporter's voice sounded soft and fragile, even to herself. She stared at the screen, the camera focused on her own pussy, the head of the cock touching it. Strapped down to the breeding bench, so close to getting inseminated...and yet Lois Lane knew she couldn't go through with it. The bound reporter didn't know what she had been thinking, but she just wasn't ready to get...bred.

"Second thoughts?" Angelica Blaze said from behind her.

"Yeah," Lois swallowed.

"Understandable. It's a big decision."

Lois stared ahead at the screen. She could see as well as feel the sweat dripping down her pussy. The reporter focused on her breathing: in through her mouth, out through her nose. Tried to get her heartbeat under control. Her arms and legs wiggled in their straps.

"So are you going to..." she began.

The cock moved away.

A finger slid down from the top of the screen. Lois froze as she saw it descend. Covered in a latex glove.

"We can do other things, you know. I know you're scared of being pregnant, but that isn't the only service we offer. It's been a long time since you had sex, hasn't it?"

"Yes," Lois said, before she could think of anything else to say.

The gloved finger touched the reporter's pussy. Lois couldn't stop herself from shaking.

"Maybe you'd like a little orgasm? Just with my hand. There's no harm in that, is there? It's not good for you to go so long without one."

The dickgirl's gloved finger ran up and down the reporter's dripping slit. Torn once again by a decision...what she should do, and what she wanted to do.