Dick Follows Lois Lane Into The Elevator

Dick Grayson, alias Nightwing, followed Lois Lane through the club to the freight elevator. Keenly conscious of his environment, the undercover caped crusader was aware of the security guards here and there...none of whom seemed to be following them. Yet what really caught his attention was the reporter's ass.

As a Robin, Grayson had more than a few encounters with older women—villainesses like Poison Ivy and Catwoman. Nothing had happened while he was underage, but he had developed an appreciation for more mature female figures. He wouldn't normally have thought of Lois that way...she was of an age with Batman and Superman, with only a decade on him...yet his eyes kept being drawn to that slim, well-formed ass, a little fuller than Batgirl or Catwoman's, and showed off to great advantage by the tight red pants.

He was hard by the time they stepped into the elevator. The door clanged shut, Lois hit the button...and the reporter, red-faced and panting, was peeling her pants down as soon as the elevator began moving.

"Wait..." he said, sensing something was wrong. He grabbed her hands as, pants and panties around her knees, she waddled foward and made a grab for his pants. In the tight enclosed space, it seemed warmer than in the crowded club. The smell of her pussy was distinct above the ancient grease and paint. Lois looked up at him, face a mask of desperation.

"Please. Come on. Just...just stick it in," she said, almost a whimper.

Logic warred with horniness. His cock felt like a steel spring inside his pants. Batman had trained his sidekicks well against attempts at seducation...but this was different. There was no sly allure here. Only naked need. His hands were closed on her wrists, and he watched in shock as Lois dropped to her knees, leaned forward, and grabbed his zipper with her teeth, yanking it down to undo his fly. Nightwing could only stare as the reporter, hands held above her head, used her mouth to pull down his boxer shorts and expose his cock.

Like a nymphomaniac, her mouth latched onto the dick, slobbering hot kisses along the shaft. Nightwing felt a thrill run through him which he could only liken to the effects of some of Poison Ivy's pheromones. Lois Lane was like a beast, **** to mate...and as she raised her violet eyes pleadingly toward him, the tip of his cock in her mouth, he said:

"Wait...a condom."

Something flashed in those violet depths. Lois stood up, awkwardly...then twisted and turned. Nightwing never let go of her wrists, but the reporter wasn't trying to escape. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, so that he was drawn into hugging her from behind. The tip of his prick pressed against her dripping slit, unbelievably hot on his cock.

"It feels better raw," Lois Lane said, her voice a husky growl.