Slowly Fist Her Ass...While Someone Watches

"Aaaah!" Lois gasped...instinctively tightened up...but there was no escape. Monica's hands kept the reporter's ass spread. Her lips and tongue explored Lois Lane's nipples, the hollow of her throat. Handcuffed as she was, Lois could do nothing as Maria's fingers slowly slid in and out of the reporter's asshole. Fingers and strap-on rubbing against each other through the thin skein of tissue, Lois Lane's ass and pussy both so full...

...and about to be fuller.

"Maybe we should give her a little something," Monica suggested. "Help her relax a bit."

"I can help with that," a new voice broke in. Lois turned...and saw that someone had slipped silently into the room. A statuesque brunette, her dark hair falling in coils from a high, broad forehead, dark eyes oddly intense, a Mona Lisa smile on her lips. She was tall, lanky, and dressed in a black sarong and halter top that left her limbs free but kept her small breasts covered. From somewhere, she produced a small silver flask, unscrewed the lid, and took a swallow, and then brought it to the reporter's lips.

"Call me Angie," the newcomer said. "Don't worry. I'm just here to watch."

Hesitating only a moment, Lois let the golden liquid spill onto her tongue. Sweet, strong, like rotten apples. Brandy, by the taste of it. She let Lois have three pulls at the flask before taking it away, and the reporter's head already began to swim.

Down below, Maria was pushing another finger into the reporter's ass. That made three...and despite the booze, Lois felt as if she was at her limit. Making it stranger was that Angie was watching, sitting apart from the threesome, hands in her lap, her dark eyes taking in every detail as Lois Lane's hips rolled and her pussy and ass were stretched.

"How far do you plan to go?" Angie asked Maria.

"I want to fit my whole hand in her ass," Maria said, as her three fingers slowly pushed and pulled in and out of the reporter's butthole, the pink integument sucking on her fingers. Lois swallowed hard. Even with the buzz from the drink, the pleasure from the silicone shaft in her pussy, she couldn't shake her apprehension. Monica's fingers kneaded her ass, but it was a weak distraction at best.

Angie caught the reporter's eye. "You need to relax more. Would you like some more help?"

Not sure what kind of help the newcomer could provide, the reporter nodded.