That She Needed More

Lois Lane did not let her go. She was panting, heart thumping, pussy wet and stuffed...and Angelica was barely breathing at all, cock still firm and stiff, showing no sign of flagging. The heat inside the reporter's cunt was unspeakable, her pussy still trying to milk the hard cock. Lois had just been fucked like she'd never been fucked before, yet her body cried out for more.

It was unnatural.

The reporter found herself rolling over, the escort pinned to the bed, the cock still trapped within her cunt. Lois was shaking, her hips moving of her own accord. She tried to control herself, to comport herself, to stop...

...she failed.

"J-just lay back and r-relax," Lois said, voice quavering as her hips slid up and down, cunt dragged along the length of the dickgirl prostitute. Her heart thundered hard, pulse pounding weirdly so that she could feel it throb inside her pussy. Unable to stop herself, she found she could at least control the pace. Even though her supercharged libido demanded a frenetic bonobo-fuckfest, the reporter managed to keep it smooth and steady, pleasure building inside of her.

"Let me do all the work," Lois cooed, nervous and excited as her hands pressed down into the escort's tits.

Angelica lay back with a strange half-smile on her face, looking at Lois curiously, as though she knew something the reporter didn't. But Lois couldn't focus on that now. Couldn't focus on anything other than fucking her brains out.

Another orgasm was building inside of the reporter, her pussy squelching as she thrust herself onto that rigid cock. That too was impossible. She could almost feel the statue looking at her, and her stomach was roiling with something like nausea. She had never been this horny in her life, it was like she was **** or possessed...

Am I? Lois thought back to the drinks at the bar, stealing the statue, calling an escort. None of that was in character for me. This whole night it's been like I've been under some kind of...influence. Even now, I just had the biggest orgasm of my life and I feel like I need to be fucked or I'm going to die! This is insane! Something is seriously wrong with me.

"Fuck...fuck..." Lois half-sobbed, her pussy slamming down now, all of her weight pressing down, bed spring groaning, headboard banging against the wall. "Why...why can't I stop?"

Lost in her own thoughts, the last thing the reporter expected was for Blaze to answer her.