Inside Mercy Graves

"Mercy!" Lex Luthor said, voice calm despite his cock relentlessly teasing the reporter's prostate.

Lois Lane looked up at the name...and saw that Mercy Graves, Lex Luthor's bodyguard and chief of security had re-entered the room. Except now the small woman wore nothing but a white bathroom, stepped forward on naked feet. Her short mousy brown hair hovered over the fluffy white angora wool like a dark cloud, the hazel eyes looked...oddly resigned. Without preamble, Mercy pulled at the sash, and let the robe fall to the floor.

The body beneath was all hard-packed muscle, smooth and hairless, toned and fit. The body of the practical martial artist, with its scars and bruises, unlovely when compared to a model or a pornstar...the breasts small, one nipple disfigured by what might have been a knife slash...and then the reporter's gaze dropped down, between Mercy's legs. THe cunny was shaved bare, and it dripped...

Has Mercy been playing with herself this whole time, getting herself wet for this moment? Lois wondered. How loyal to Lex Luthor is he? What is his plan?

With an acrobatic flourish, Mercy twisted and fell onto her knees, ass pointed toward the dickgirl reporter. Mercy Graves angled herself backward, using her hands to spread her pussy, achingly close to the reporter's quivering cock.

"Stick your cock inside of her," Lex ordered. "All the way. We want it nice and deep when you inseminate her."

Emotions warred inside of Lois at the word "inseminate." Hesitantly, her thoughts in a tumult, wanting to cum, wanting to fuck, wanting to obey—yet all of this seemed so wrong.

The purple head of her glans pressed into the hot, tight slit of Mercy Graves. The bodyguard was a strong woman, but she shook as Lois pressed deeper....and deeper...letting out a little grunt of discomfort.

"All the way. She can take it," Lex Luthor said, never slowing his scientific stimulation of the reporter's prostate. "This is what she is being paid for, after all."