It's Open Season on Lois Lane's Pussy

"No condoms!" Angelica's voice cut above the din of the crowded bar. "Step right up, step right up and leave your mark! This cunt wants to get bred, and the Black Door is going to oblige her, am I right?"

A ragged cheer came up from around Lois Lane, though the reporter couldn't really turn her head without dislodging the cock from her mouth, she became aware of the movement of bodies towards her...and then strange hands on her ass, spreading her pussy lips open, the tip of something sliding up and down her gooey, creampie'd cunny.

The drunken reporter tried to look up at Blaze, who held her wrists firmly to the table. The cock in the reporter's mouth was stiffening, slowly prying the reporter's jaw further apart.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" Angelica whispered, just loud enough for Lois to hear. "This is why you came here."

As the new cock slid home, a shiver ran through Lois Lane's body. Maybe this was why she was here—she knew what she was like when she was drunk, she knew how dangerous it was to get fucked unprotected today. One cock was bad enough, but if she took...all of them...her pussy absolutely flooded with jizz...and even in her ****-addled mind, Lois couldn't suppress a little sexual thrill at that thought.

The cock inside her now was nowhere as fat as the one she was sucking on. After the absolute plowing she had just received, it was almost a relief, an average-size stiff prick in her well-lubed hole. Lois squeezed her pussy to tighten it up, wanting them to cum soon. Her tongue slathered the base of Angelica's shaft...it was such a nice cock, so much more fulfilling that any other prick Lois had ever ridden, drunk or sober. There was almost a pang of regret in Lois that this wasn't the only cock to breed her tonight...

The thrusting prick only last a few minutes before pushing in deep and holding it there for a few seconds...and when they pulled out, they wiped the wet tip against the reporter's thigh. Lois felt the soft, wet sponge of a marker on her right ass-cheek.

That was one. The next wasn't far behind.

Time was measured in cocks. Lois sucked on Angelica's prick, the salty pre-cum dribbling into her mouth, but never that thick, gooey load. One dick after another took their turns on the reporter's sticky hole, pressing their pricks deeply in the pussy, sometimes violent and sometimes gentle, all with the single-minded purpose of dumping their loads in the drunk slut that had come to this bar to get knocked up. The reporter lay almost in a daze, marking time by each marker stroke on her ass. How many? Ten...fifteen...it must have been an hour or more, and Lois Lane's pussy was sore now, the entrance swollen and raw, a constant stream of jizz leaking from her cunt. Her bladder was threatening to burst...and she hadn't cum, not once, not since Blaze had fucked her. The sex felt good, certainly, but without more stimulation, it was like getting a constant massage focused only on one part of the body, the muscles tired and achey.

"I know you said no more ****," someone said to Blaze. "But she looks a little thirsty. We don't want her to dehydrate, do we?"

Angelica pulled her cock out of the reporter's mouth. Lois felt her lips were dry, saliva gummy.

"No, we don't. Get the funnel."