Her Face

"Almost perfect," The Joker said, sniffing the pie theatrically. His pale pecker, stiff as a board, hovered above the cream-filled crust. "Just a little extra on top. If you don't mind?"

Swallowing gently, Lois rubbed her hand over the Joker's cock. She stood behind him, reaching around and running the palm of her hand against the silky skin on the bottom of the unnaturally pale pecker, her thumb running over the weirdly bulbous mushroom tip at the end. A part of her couldn't believe she was doing this. Lois had refused to even jerk off her boyfriends. But for the moment, the Crown Prince of Crime thought she was a whore...and Lois Lane would much rather help him masturbate over a pair of cream pies than do any of the other things the sick criminal's imagination might come up with.

So while her right hand worked the shaft, the left hand reached down to cup the Joker's hairless sack, rubbing gently at his taint. The more direct way to stimulate the prostate was through the anus, but Lois wasn't prepared to go that far without a pair of gloves and a few drinks in her. Not unless sh had to. The Joker, for his part, seemed to have his mind on other things.

"Tell me something funny," he hissed. "Something to get me going."

"What's the difference between a pregnant woman and a light bulb?" Lois asked.

"You can unscrew a lightbulb. Harder." Joker hissed. The reporter wasn't sure he meant her stroking or the joke, so she sped up the pace and tried another one.

"What do you get when you have sex with a pregnant woman?" Lois whispered into his ear.

"I don't know...what?"

"A baby with a black eye."

He cracked a grin. She felt him tense. "Again."

"How do you get 100 babies in a bucket?" Lois said hoarsely.

"Tell me." His testicles were drawing tight, and she could feel the hard knot of under his balls, her fingers pressing on it. Her hand was jerking fast and hard around the tip of the cock, aiming it at the two perfect pies below.

"With a blender." She said.

The first spatter of his ejaculation shot out almost a foot, landing on the furthest cream pie. Lois kept stroking as the Joker giggled, abdominal muscles crunching, sperm spattering out in a remarkable series of thick ropes. Even in porn, Lois Lane had never seen so much cum...or so thick. The first gobs were a pale yellowish-green, unhealthy looking, spattering the two pies with at least a dozen ropes of fresh, thick jizz. As his laughter died into a wheeze, the reporter shook the end of his cock, leaving the last few drops to land in the middle of the nearest pie.

"Ah, thank you." The Joker said as Lois disengaged. "Now for the next part."

Lois braced for this. She knew it was coming. He picked up the furthest pie, staring at it lovingly for a moment...and then with a surprising speed he twisted and turned. His face was split with a manic grin, eyes wide and bloodshot, pupils dark and massive, and that was the last thing Lois saw before the pie slammed into her face.

He held it there, just for a moment. Lois Lane tasted banana, fresh cream and sugar, and something salty and bitter that she knew had not been part of the original recipe.

The pie plate fell to the floor with a clang. Lois breathed out, clearing her nostrils, opening her mouth and tasting more of the pie and the Joker's nasty sperm...and wondering where he was going to put the second pie.