Stand Up

Lois **** herself to her feet, off of that cock. The world was spinning, the room a blur, her balance off. She was falling forward...

Hands caught her arms from behind. Angelica's hands, strong and slim. The dickgirl's cock slid back home as she guided the reporter to lean over the table. Lois gasped for air, feeling the cock even deeper from this ankle. Her knees felt weak and wobbly, like they always did when she'd had too much to drink, and she held onto the table for dear life.

Slowly, the dickgirl pressed herself against the reporter. Brushed Lois Lane's black hair away from her ear. A wet, slimy tongue pushed into the canal, and in her drunken haze it almost felt to Lois like it was pushing straight into her brain.

You like to drink.

The words came into the reporter's mind. The cock plunged into her pussy. Lois shuddered, feeling the truth of the words sink in. she wasn't an alcoholic, but she liked to get buzzed, and rarely stopped until she did. The balls slapped against her pudenda with steady regularity, and no-one in the club seemed to be paying them the least bit of attention.

You're a horny drunk.

Realization struck Lois, as Angelica's hands lightly slapped her ass. Drinking **** had always set the reporter's libido off. There had been times she'd almost thrown herself at men...and women. That's why she had to control herself, and seldom drank in public. Even alone, in her apartment, when she could kill a bottle of wine she often ended up masturbating for the rest of the night...

When you're drunk and horny, you forget birth control.

Lois moaned, feeling the raw cock inside of her. She'd had a couple close calls in college. Had to break up with one boyfriend that knew she liked it bareback and raw when she was shitfaced, and always tried to get her drunk so he could dump his baby batter in her unprotected cunt. Now here she was again, getting railed from behind, no condom, no birth control, no thought for the consequences...

The tongue seemed to twist, and Lois squirted involuntarily, eyes rolling up in the back of her head as a burst of pure pleasure accompanied the thought. She had the disconcerting impression of the long, slim tongue wrapped around her frontal lobe...and then the voice in her head spoke again...