End: Lex Luthor Wants To Dominate "Superman" Utterly

It was a long, strange night for Lois Lane.

When Lex Luthor swept into the room, he was wearing crotchless purple chaps, a green shirt opened down to the navel that revealed his hairless chest, bald head gleaming as if freshly shined. Heavy rings gripped Luthor's testicles and the base of his prick, which stood out from his body, swollen and a livid purple, so stiff that it suggested chemical assistance.

"At last, Superman," Lex announced, his voice deep and resonant. "I have you in my power."

The bald villain, the architect of so many schemes, pushed the reporter back onto her bed. He fished inside her red shorts, to let the strap-on spring free. With a wicked grin, he spread his cheeks and lowered himself onto the toy. His pre-lubricated asshole took the whole thing with a contemptuous ease that told the reporter that this was far from Luthor's first time.

"See how easily I conquer you!" Lex snarled as he bottomed out on the toy. "Could that cunt Lois Lane take all of your mighty prick? The frigid bitch would split in two!"

Lex Luthor, you have the ass of an old whore, Lois Lane thought in disbelief. Yet curiosity made her hold her tongue. She grabbed onto his hips as Lex began to rise and fall. Panting like a bitch in heat, his rigid prick bouncing up and down so that his testicles slammed into her crotch with every thrust.

"Ah...ahh...Super-slut...fuck my ass, fuck it!" Luthor trembled as he ground his ass against the reporter's fake dick. "You know I love it up the ass. You know I want you to fill me with your cum..."

Lois Lane didn't even touch his cock when the first yellow-white ropes exploded. Luthor's whole body flexed as he sent his seed spinning out in long streamers of jizz painted the S-shield on her chest.

"Fuck...keep fucking me..." he gasped. "You are...under my control. Fuck me until I'm hard again. You're mine...your cock is mine...I can take it..."

They changed position. Lois Lane held Lex Luthor in her arms, the fake muscles of the costume like pillows as he licked his own baby batter off her chest. Then he was on his knees, spreading his ass with his hands, and Lois had to slide a finger in along with the strap-on, stretching the well-lubed ass further. Listened to Luthor whimper out his fantasies of domination and subjugation.

It was almost surreal to Lois Lane, sweating in her mask and costume, fucking Lex Luthor's butt as he lived out this utterly pathetic homoerotic fantasy. She found it had to believe she had ever been scared of him. The smartest man in the world, and all he wanted was a big hard Kryptonian cock to fuck his ass. It seemed so pathetically simple...

His jizz didn't shoot out the second time. It dribbled. His cock was rock-hard, and whatever he had taken would make sure it would stay so, but he quivered and moaned and white drops squeezed out of Lex Luthor's dick as "Superman's" cock pumped away at his ass.

Lois Lane lost track of time. In truth, she kind of got into it. She couldn't remember when she had started smacking that ass. Spanking his balls. Flicking the head of his dick. Lois remembered when Luthor was on his back, the rings on his cock and balls taken off before they could do permanent damage, his half-swollen dick oozing out more of his sperm onto his stomach as Lois pounded and pumped at that well-used asshole, hard and deep as she could, in a steady rhythm as though she was trying to drive a stake from his ass to his brain with just her hip.

Inside the suit, Lois Lane breathed hard. Her whole body was damp with sweat, her nipples were hard, and the once-light suit now felt heavy and confining. Yet she could see Luthor's eyes roll as he wrapped his legs around her, moaning Superman's name over and over like a mantra of lust.

She wasn't sure what time it was, when she collapsed, spent and light-headed onto the bed. Yet she remembered when Luthor rolled her over. His ass was red raw, grotesquely stretched, and Luthor dropped into a squat over the masked face and **** Lois to watch as he scraped jizz into his fingers and shoved it into his gaping asshole, where it dripped down in white strings onto the mask, through the holes, to make her eyes sting.

Somewhere, a buzzer rang.

"That was...quite acceptable," Luthor said, and his tone was once more the carefully-controlled voice of a businessman and executive. "I'll ask for you next week. The money will be better. But I want a bigger cock. Something...more fitting."

Lois Lane nodded dumbly. Luthor wandered off to shower and get changed.

The reporter lay there until he left. Dimly, she realized that her mission tonight was a colossal failure. She had set out to find some missing women, and had ended up as a whore plundering Lex Luthor's backside. Her own butt throbbed where the plug still sat, after all these hours. Luthor hadn't tried to fuck her ass once. It had all been about Superman fucking him.

Maybe I can use that, the reporter mused, as her eyelids grew heavy. With an effort, abs aching, she sat up and began to pull off the soiled costume. Lois knew she needed to make her escape, before Lex found out she wasn't a normal employee at all.

Which is how Lois Lane's night out ended. Sneaking out of a brothel in borrowed clothes before her cover was blown. Vowing to return to find out the answers that had eluded her. Abs sore, and with the image of Lex Luthor's gaping ass burned into her mind's eye. Wondering back through the events of the night, all the choices she had made, the times she could have done something different...taken another path. How different might Lois Lane's night out have gone?