Stay Quiet

As the room spun, Lois slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to suppress even the tiniest squeak. Angelica's cock was inside her pussy. The reporter gyrated her hips unsteadily, grateful as the dickgirl's hands roamed over her chest. No one appeared to see them, as Lois shifted back and forth in the dickgirl's lap, and that was how she wanted it.

Ninja-fucking, Lois had thought of it, back when she was a horny teenager, discreetly masturbating under the covers. Sometimes holding her breath so that her father and sister couldn't hear. Minimal movement was the key, careful control...and unstoppable horniness to not cease doing something that she should not have been doing in a place where she shouldn't be doing it.

Lois felt the cock hit too deep within her and winced, remembering the long, lonely hours at the university library. They would lock the students in, after midnight. You couldn't leave until morning, but that was okay because the stacks were almost empty, and people needed to finish term papers, cram for the exam, pass out quietly in the middle of a research essay...and Lois would be there, in her cubicle, typing one-handed, her hand between her legs, masturbating just to keep awake.

Now here she was again, the dickgirl's hands roaming over her tits...no, the drunken reporter realized, stifling a hiccup, only one was mauling her boobs. The other hand had dipped down, over her belly, moving toward...

Lois Lane's eyes shot open and she had to bite her tongue to stifle a moan as Angelica's fingers began to rub the reporter's pussy. The dickgirl was shifting her hips back and forth, causing the chair to squeak a little, thrusting just that fraction of an inch, the hard teeth of her zipper biting into the reporter's ass, and it was everything Lois could do not to scream.

But they were being quiet, ninja-fucking well below the ambient noise level of the room. Drunken eyes roamed passed them and nobody seemed to settle on the couple in the corner, the half-naked woman squirming in the other's lap.

Maybe they really do see me, Lois thought, still pleasantly buzzed. Or maybe we're hiding it well?

A part of her wanted to shift a little, put the table between them and the rest of the room. Another part of her realized her dry her throat was. She moved her hand down from her mouth, hips still moving, wincing at every squeak of the chair, panting softly as she reached for the beer.

The beer was growing warm, the head nearly off of it. But it was wet, and faintly bitter, and that suited Lois fine right now. She and Blaze was getting into a rhythm, moving together, the dickgirl's finger tracing the reporter's clitoris in little circles. The lights seemed to be getting brighter and Lois gave a silent little beer burp, stifled a laugh, because here they were fucking and no one knew, no one could tell at all...

Then Angelica Blaze did a very curious thing.