End: Lois Lane Smokes Something Else

Lois Lane blew out the smoke from her lungs. She was getting used to it now, the movements, the gestures, the feel of the hot smoke in her lungs. Her room was hazy with a pall of smoke...far more than what her few cigarettes could have managed. It stung her eyes...and so she almost missed the figure that was limned in smoke.

The reporter never saw the hit that knocked Lois onto her back on the bed. The cigarette went flying. Lois coughed and sputtered as she felt the naked form settle on her upper body. Hot, heavy, bare flesh against bare flesh. Unseen fingers pushed the wet hair out of the reporter's eyes. Traced the edge of her jaw.

"You seem to have dropped your cigarette. Let me give you something else to smoke."

Something pressed against the reporter's lips. Warm. Sticky. She couldn't smell it through the smoke, but Lois had sucked enough cocks in her life to recognize what it was. With a feral lurch, she tried to bite it.

That was her last mistake.

The invisible cock delved into the reporter's open mouth. Lois Lane's teeth slid across the skin, unable to bite into the meat...there was no give to it, and it simply scraped along her teeth, pushing forward. When the glans hit the entrance of her throat, the reporter's anger switched to panic. Undeterred, her invisible attacker pushed on...the hot meat seeming to bend at it slid into the reporter's throat. For a moment, Lois felt her air supply cut off...her heart hammered...she wiggled beneath the invisible incubus or succubus or whatever it was that sat on her chest, stealing her breath.

Then the cock pulled back a little. The reporter sucked down smoke-laden air into grateful lungs.

Unprepared for when is slammed back, the heavy balls slapping into her chin, the swollen glans pushing into her esophagus.

How long the degradation went on, Lois Lane didn't know. Her invisible assailant **** her throat mercilessly, the hot cock plunging in and out of her mouth, the glans scraping the reporter's throat until it was raw...and as the tears trickled down the reporter's throat, from both the smoke and the frustration at her own helplessness. She tried to focus on her breathing...and heard, after a while, the huff and puff of the person who fucked her throat.

The worst part was...Lois could feel herself getting wet. She could taste the dick, and it aroused memories in her body of other encounters. The lovers she'd taken in her mouth. How oral sex had always been the prequel to lovemaking...or, if Lois was honest with herself, sometimes just to fucking. It had been a long time since she had dressed up and gone out, just to catch a man, to feel something hard and hot up inside of her instead of just her fingers, just some toy...and her body wanted that, now. Ached for it.

The end came unexpectedly. The cock pushed deep...deeper than before, the balls pressed against her chin throbbed, hard abs pressed against the reporter's nose...and Lois nearly gagged as something hot and wet shot down her throat, to hit her stomach like acid, filling her chest with warmth.

Her unseen **** pulled out slowly, leaving a slime trail all along the reporter's ravaged throat, leaving a salty, bitter deposit on the reporter's tongue as Lois coughed and sputtered.

"This was fun, sweetmeat. If you ever want to play with me again—light one up."

The bed creaked...and then the weight was gone from her chest. The naked reporter, coughing and sputtering, rolled over. The smoke had begun to clear...little more than a grey haze near the ceiling, the smoke alarm hanging empty and disabled. Lois Lane staggered into the bathroom...and there on the sink was a new pack of cigarettes, of a brand she didn't recognize. A black box marked with the symbol of a red flame.

Lois Lane grimaced, face burning, pussy wet and dripping. She felt violated, used, abused, sullied...but this was insult added to injury. A part of her wanted to just sweep the offending cancersticks into the wastebasket...but another part of her wanted to light one up and finish what they had started.

In the end, Lois stuffed the cigarettes, unopened, in a drawer. She coughed, still tasting the tobacco and sperm. Thinking back to the events of the night. Wondering what she could have done differently...but it was too late now to go back. Not tonight, anyway.