I Want Them To Fuck My Tits

There had been few times in Lois Lane's adult life when she truly needed to be fucked. Oh, there had been times when she was horny, when some combination of hormones, ****, and abstinence had pushed her near the point where she would have said "yes" to nearly anything with a functional cock, and even entertained any offers from women—but those had usually ended with a frenzied bit of self-satisfaction, hand churning between her thighs, screaming into a pillow so as not to disturb the neighbors.

Now...Lois Lane's nipples ached in a way she had never known before. It was everything she could do not to jam her fingers into the new orifices right then and there. All that the reporter could figure is that the extra holes came with a flood of hormones that was driving her libido past anything she had ever experienced before. She could feel them start to leak, the juices of her breast-pussies overflowing as they begged desperately for attention.

Blaze smiled wickedly at the reporter's obvious sexual distress.

"It's okay," she said, taking Lois by the hand and leading her through a door that the reporter could have sworn wasn't there a moment ago. "Listen to your body. It knows what it wants. What it needs."

The room on the other side was small...perhaps five feet by three feet. The wall opposite the door appeared to be a solid sheet of glass, looking out into a men's restroom. Gathered there were about fifteen young men in their underwear.

There was a pair of holes in the glass wall. Five inches in diameter, set close together. At chest height.

"One way mirror," Blaze pushed her forward toward the holes. "They can't see us, can't hear us...but you know what to do, don't you?"

Hesitatingly, the reporter stepped forward. She couldn't believe she was about to do this. Yet at the same time...if she didn't do something...she felt like she was going to go crazy.

So Lois Lane stepped up and pressed her chest against the mirror, her breasts pushing out through the holes. This morning, that would have been embarrassing enough...but now, as she watched the young men pull down their underwear to stroke their cocks to hardness, the reporter could only feel...

Aroused.

"Come on," she muttered as the nearest one grabbed her right breast, shoving the swollen purple cockhead against the little hole where her nipple had been. "Fuck my tits!"