Fuck Me Like A Bitch

Lois Lane shivered with barely-repressed need. It had been a long time since she had any sexual contact whatsoever. Now, her body felt like it had shifted into some new sexual mode. She needed to be fucked, right now.

"M-miss Lane!" Jimmy said, his deflating pecker softening in her grasp. "I...I just came! Give me a few minutes and..."

The reporter squeezed his balls, tugging gently...just enough to make the ginger idiot shut up. On the floor between Jimmy Olsen's feet was a rubber band. Not a thing one either, but some thick industrial brand.

Perfect, she thought as she grabbed the elastic, prying it apart with her fingers.

"M-miss Lane...what are you going to do with that?" Jimmy gulped audibly.

He grabbed the counter of the sink, knuckles white as the reporter quickly wrapped the elastic around his balls, then stretched and twisted it to wrap around the root of his cock, then with considerable effort and both hands stretched and twisted it again, so that the final fold could wrap around the base of balls and cock.

Lois surveyed her work with satisfaction. The balls strained in their little pouch, the elastic dug tightly into the skin at the base of the half-hard cock, which was rapidly growing purple, veins standing out, head starting to look tight. It just needed a little more...encouragement.

She opened her mouth, let her tongue roll around the head. Jimmy Olsen had just cum. Even young as he was, he couldn't get hard immediately to meet Lois Lane's need. So she took her time, running her mouth up and down the length of the shaft, kissing those ginger-furred balls, teasing and coaxing. The rubber band that bit into his flesh kept more blood in his dick and balls than could flow out, and the organ began to swell and grow.

By the time she did wrap her lips around the shaft, it was hard and angry. The veins bulged. The swollen head was taut and looked ready to burst.

"Miss Lane...please!" Jimmy begged.

Lois slid her lips off the cock, kissing the tip gently, tasting just a salty hint of precum. Then she stood and walked into the stall. Bent over the toilet, exposing her dripping cunt glittering wetly in the light of the overhead bulbs.

"Like a bitch, Jimmy," she glanced over her shoulder and waggled her ass.