I Am Not A Whore

She rose like a lioness leaping on a gazelle. Her right hand twisted into a fist as she brought it up against the carefully-tailored silk covering his crotch. Felt the impact on her arm as she drove his testicles up inside of his body.

Lex Luthor fell to his knees, eyes bulging, **** on his own vomit. The dickgirl reporter grabbed his right ear between thumb and forefinger and leaned down to whisper in it.

"I'm a lot of things, Luthor. I like sex. Sometimes, I like to be tied up, or told what to do. Maybe I even like to be spat on, or **** to suck a cock or gargle balls or eat ass. But I. AM. NOT. A. WHORE."

She delivered the last five words as a scream, as loud as she could, Lois not letting the scientist pull away as she screeched the truth into his ear. The reporter stood up and brought her knee against his face. There was a satisfying crunch, and a bright blossom of pain in her knee as the bald head snapped back as though on hinges.

Lois Lane stood over the prostrate mad scientist, feeling the adrenaline sizzle through her brain. She was angry, panting, flushed with excitement—and she felt the tell-tales of that other, less often mentioned symptom: a sudden desire to urinate.

She stared down at the **** scientist. There was already an ugly purple ring around his eye. The reporter lifted her cock, like she had seen men do. Aimed it at his head.

It was harder than she thought. The urinary tract had been rerouted, but she had no practice with it. When the piss did come—burning up the length of the channel, clearing out the last sticky remnants of her jizz—the tip of her dick seemed to just explode in a yellow double-jet. Took it a few seconds to "combine the streams" and point them at Luthor's head.

She waved it back and forth, feeling a sudden ease of pressure on her bladder.

I can definitely see why guys have fun writing their name in the snow. Lois thought.

Too soon, it was over. She knelt down and wiped the dripping tip off with the edge of his silk suit jacket.

The reporter hobbled toward the doorway. She was naked, had a dick, could still taste her own cum in her mouth. But she had just busted Lex Luthor's balls, and she was feeling pretty good about that.

This night wasn't over yet.