End: Lex Luthor Wants His Cock Worshipped

Lex Luthor didn't say anything. That was the worst part of it. Mercy Graves knew how smart he was. If he ordered her to suck his dick, it was sexual harassment, a lawsuit, a shift in the power dynamic. It was so much more humiliating for his bodyguard, who he so often trusted with his life, to crawl forward of her own accord and open her mouth to lick his pierced prick.

Her tongue touched the cold studs, tasted metal. Mercy hated the feel of his eyes on her. Hated how worthless she felt when she disappointed him. Blood rushed to her cheeks as the humiliation mingled with the sexual arousal she had felt spying on Lois Lane. This was all just...so wrong.

Blood began to flood his dick. It stiffened slowly, as Mercy worshipped his dick with her mouth. Licked every inch. Sucked on the head. Then she took his testes in her mouth, felt the warm skin brush her cheek as it swelled...Mister Luthor was definitely a grower, not a shower. In length he might not have been above average, but all the piercings...the little bumps from the beads underneath his skin...it made Mercy even wetter when she considered what it would feel like.

Her fingers reached down to slide into her pussy. She moaned around his cock, stared up into his eyes. The veins on his bald head stood out now, his eyes fixed squarely on Mercy...and she knew she was too stupid to know what he thought but a part of her wondered if...maybe...

She took her lips off his dick. A line of spittle linked his rigid prick, with all of its piercings, and her own lips. Mercy stared into his eyes, but he didn't say anything...and then she turned around. On all fours, pants pulled down to expose her slit from behind. Mercy leaned against the toilet with one arm, reached between her legs with the other so that her fingers could spread her pussy lips, flash the pink.

"Please..." she whispered, as softly as she dared.

His pants hit the floor. She quivered with knees. Strong as she was, she felt like a deer as the hunter aimed his rifle. Then his cheeks swelled...and she felt the hot gob of spit as it hit her asshole. Drooled slowly down toward her pussy. Tears came to Mercy Graves' eyes at the sudden stinging humiliation.

Lex Luthor's thumb dug into her ass, and Mercy gave a strangled cry. The bald billionaire's right hand came around to grab her mouth. Tears streamed down her face at the sudden, painful violation of her anus...followed swiftly by that pierced cock-head as it pushed into her pussy.

She couldn't stop the moans. Like a whore, trying to convince the trick how good he is—except Mercy knew she wasn't faking. She hated herself as he used her. With every thrust, she could feel his former respect for her diminish. Once, Luthor had trusted her, needed her. Now she knew that she was just his cumrag, an expendable slut. It ate her up inside as his crotch pounded into her well-muscled ass. The little bumps on his cock seemed to hit every nook and cranny in her pussy. Combined with the thumb in her ass, it was different than anything Mercy Graves had ever experienced before.

What he lacked in length or girth, he made up for in stamina. Mercy could feel his tested hit her backside as he mounted her, the cock pushed in and out at a punishing pace, is thrumb stretched her once-virgin asshole...and all Mercy could do is clamp the toilet bowl and moan around his fingers as her pussy was pummeled without mercy.

Until her whole body seized. She shook as an electric wave clamped tight around his prick, and exploded outward throughout her body. Silver stars burst in front of her eyes. In response to that, Lex Luthor quickened his pace. Jackhammered that lumpy prick in and out of her pussy. Tore her cunt up. His fingers pushed back her lips, and she sucked on them as the terrible excitement inside of her unexpectedly built again...it was too much...

This time, he gasped too. As her body shook uncontrollably beneath him. As her pussy clamped tight around the base of his prick, and her cervix spasmed. Hot sperm flooded her tunnel.

They sat there for a moment, and panted softly in the afterglow. Lois Lane, somewhere, continued her night out. She and Maria had left several minutes ago, to find some quieter place to fuck. Slowly, Lex Luthor pulled his hand away from her mouth...and then he said the words that made Mercy Graves' heart almost stop.

"Other duties as assigned."

She swallowed hard. It was a catch-all clause in her contract. Never meant for sexual favors. Yet now...if she wanted to keep her job...Mercy knew she would gladly do what Luthor wanted. Bend over at a moment's notice and let him fuck her. She could picture herself riding his cock in a limousine, or crawling under his desk to suck his dick during a meeting like some bimbo secretary. Hold his cock as he took a piss and then clean him off with her mouth.

The worst part was...the thought of that sent a shiver of terrible excitement down the bodyguard's spine.

"Understood, sir." Mercy Graves said, and sealed her fate.