To Reach Your Cervix

"W-what!?" Lois said, unable to believe her ears. It occurred to the reporter that handcuffing herself to the bed with a blindfold on so a complete stranger could fuck her might not have been the wisest of moves.

Fuck! This is what I get for being so damn horny I can't think straight.

Angelica Blaze gave the speculum a few more turns.

"Aaaah! You're going to rip me open!"

"Don't be ridiculous. You have no idea what your body's capable of."

"It hurts!"

"Hmm. Think of it like exercising. You haven't had sex in a while. Your muscles are too tight. They need to stretch out for a bit. Maybe you'd like a little...massage?"

To illustrate her point, Blaze slid two fingers into the reporter's stretched-out pussy. It was difficult for Lois to judge the exact size of the gap by touch alone—it certainly felt like her pussy was being spread impossibly wide—but the dickgirl's two fingers together were scraping the metal wings of the speculum as they gently rubbed the bottom of the reporter's gaping slit.

It was everything Lois could do not to hump those fingers. She wanted them to rub her clit, she wanted that cock to be stretching her out, not the cold hard metal of this mechanical **** device. A slow minute passed as Angelica rubbed and rubbed...and then Lois felt the speculum open up just a little wider.

"Fuck!" Lois said, agitation in her voice, arms straining against the handcuffs. "This isn't funny anymore! I just wanted sex!"

"Rest assured," Blaze said. "By the end of this night, you will be well and truly fucked."

Something about the way she said that made a shiver run down the reporter's spine—though whether of excitement or fear, she wasn't certain. The reporter licked her lips. Being angry wasn't going to get her anywhere with Blaze, that was certain.

"So...why do you want to reach my cervix anyway?"