You Like It Here

Angelica Blaze's hands squeezed Lois Lane's tits, the hard nipples sticking out between her fingers, to the enjoyment of the crowd.

This is nice, isn't it? The thought ran through Lois Lane's head, and she could not tell where it had come from. Angelica's mouth was pressed to the reporter's ear, the tongue pushing in deep.

I could get used to this, the thought slithered through the reporter's brain. The naked woman squirmed in Blaze's lap, squeezing her cunny on that stiff prick. Appreciative eyes ran over her body...all those cocks hard and pussies wet for her...yet they kept their distance. Respectful, enjoying the show. Lois breathed in the air, so rich with scents of ****, sweat, sex. Spreading her knees wide, Lois reached down to fondle Angelica's balls, giving them an affectionate squeeze.

The reporter imagined coming here again...relax after a hard day's work with a cold beer and a warm cock. She was sure that Angelica would be happy to oblige. It sent a shiver of excitement down the reporter's spine to think of that. Coming in here, week after week. Stripping down. The eyes of the crowd watching as more and more skin was revealed. Then one of them would take the initiative, and Lois would find herself on her knees, her mouth sucking the sweat from Blaze's big balls...working her mouth on that thick shaft, getting it nice and wet so it could stretch out her pussy. The crowd gathered around them to watch, rubbing their crotches. Watching something better than any of that internet pornography...

Watching week by week, as my stomach swelled, the idea cut in on the reporter's reverie. She shivered, struck suddenly by the intense image of herself with the beginning of a baby bump. Mouth suddenly dry and eyes unfocused. It felt weirdly like something was poking at the very center of her brain, even though she knew that was impossible. Yet if she was pregnant, it would start to show, wouldn't it? Taking that cock unprotected, night after night. They would all cheer her on as they watched her stomach swell. Nothing sexier than watching some knocked-up slut fucking in public. They would stop serving her beer as she got on, but that just meant more for the rest of them. Some of them would probably touch her gravid abdomen...the baby would have so many aunts and uncles...

It was a powerful image. Difficult to shift...and Lois wasn't sure she wanted to shift it...though a tiny nagging voice in the back of her head seemed to worry about what other people would say. How she should go take a morning-after pill. A sexual fantasy was one thing, but this was real life.

Blaze's brow furrowed at this unexpected resistance. Yet she wasn't quite sure how much further to push things. Right now, she had the reporter ready to come back and ride her cock...it might be wise to leave it at that, for tonight.