Sit In Her Lap

Lois was about to fall when the warm, slender hands grabbed her hips and guided her down onto the waiting cock. She barely felt the fingers shift her panties to the side just an inch, to give the dick unfettered access to her cunt. then, the dickgirl was in her...and Lois huffed as her own wait carried her down onto that fat prick, settling in on the lap.

"So...full..." she gasped.

Aisha and Maria reappeared then, with two pitchers of beer and green glass bottles of mineral water.

"Hey hon," Aisha said with a smile. "Looks like you found a seat AND got us a table."

It was almost like the other women couldn't see the person whose lap Lois was sitting on. They didn't even blink at the way the fat shaft was plugging her pussy. They just laid their drinks down and started pouring. Lois reached for a water, but Aisha pressed a cold beer into her hand.

"Drink up, honey. You look like you need to hydrate!"

Behind and beneath her, the dickgirl's hands moved, rubbing the reporter's thighs. Lois found herself leaning back against her, sipping the cold brew—some kind of lager she was unfamiliar with, bitter with hops, not at all like the light American beers she was used to, yeasty and heady. She felt the soft padding of breasts against her back, the hard shaft spreading her pussy wide.

Aisha and Mercy were eye-fucking everything that moved, chatting among themselves about all the dickgirls in the bar, already looking for their next score. Lois drank and said nothing, all attention focused on the dick spearing her, the hands that had moved up to caress her stomach, slipping under her shirt now.

"My name is Angelica," the voice whispered in her ear. "What's yours?"

"Lois," the reporter said automatically, forgetting for a moment that she was supposed to be undercover. She gulped, the cold beer sitting in her stomach. Her head still felt oddly warm, but just getting off her feet and getting some fluids in her had cleared the reporter's head a little.

Or maybe it's just the cock in my pussy, Lois thought, giving her cunt an involuntary squeeze. I can't believe I'm doing this in public, with someone I don't even know!

Yet no one seemed to pay any attention to them.

"Lois," Angelica repeated, sniffing gently at the reporter's hair. "That's a lovely name. Are you feeling better now, Lois?"

The reporter set the empty mug on the table. Almost automatically, Aisha reached to refill it.

"Yesh," she said, trying not to slur her words.

"Would you like to feel even better?"

Somehow, the reporter doubted this was an offer for a couple of aspirin and a cup of hot coffee. The hands had slithered up under her shirt, cupping her bra...and Lois had offered no resistance at this point, nor did she seriously intend to. The room started to swim gently as she brought the beer up to her lips.

"Yesh," she repeated.