Thirsty

Lois reached for the pitcher of ice water. Part of her was thinking about washing the taste out of her mouth. Another part...just felt numb.

I just sucked a cock and swallowed a load of cum in front of a room full of people, The reporter's hands shook as she brought the cool glass to her lips. And I don't feel...anything.

She began to drink. Slowly, carefully, letting the ice-cold liquid slide down her throat and settle in her stomach, like she had been taught during desert survival courses. Lois drank and drank, feeling the terrible heat flee from her just a bit, her dry mouth evaporate. In a few minutes she'd be sweating again, but that was a good thing.

I should feel...sad? Angry? Degraded? Lois felt her stomach a ball of cold liquid, and imagined the jizz she had just swallowed swirling around in there with the ice water. I should feel...something. Why don't I feel anything? Did I...like it?

Lois set the pitcher down and gasped for breath. She hadn't realized her long she'd been holding it in, just to drink. A slight pain crept up her into the front of her brain...ice cream headache, drinking something too cold, too fast.

I didn't like it, she told herself, remembering the hot meat that had filled her mouth. I didn't like it.

But the memories wouldn't go away. Lois could still taste the warm skin on her tongue, the swollen cockhead hitting the back of her mouth. The terrible need that had gone through her as she dropped to her knees. It had been so easy. It was terrible that it had been so easy. A lifetime of principles thrown out because...because she was thirsty?

Angelica Blaze took Lois by the arm. Unconsciously, the reporter leaned her head on the shemale's shoulder as the big-dicked bitch led her toward a door.

"Come along, Lois," Blaze whispered. "I have such sights to show you."