Jimmy Wants To Fuck Lois Lane

Her fingers were still lodged inside her ass when the words slipped out of his mouth. The reporter narrowed her eyes, lips curling...and then Jimmy Olsen started crying again.

"P-p-please Miss Lane! I've never b-been with a woman before! I'll do anything! I'll be your ****! I'll—"

"Jimmy," Lois sighed, exasperated, digging around for an excuse. "Do you even have a condom?"

He sniffled. The tears were flowing so freely down his eyes it was like a faucet had been turned in his brain.

"N-n-no..."

"Can you get it up again?" She pressed. He'd only cum a minute or two before.

"S-sure!" he said eagerly. "I-I mean at home, sometimes I can go five or six times! It just...takes me a little bit to get hard again. But if, um...if you could press your fingers...harder..."

Lois Lane frowned.

"Jimmy...do you seriously want your first time to be a pity-fuck where I have to finger your asshole to get you hard enough just so you can stick your skinny little dick inside me?"

His big blue eyes blinked. He gave a hopeful sniff.

"Yes?"

The reporter sighed. There were plenty of good reasons not to do this, number one of which being that this was Jimmy Olsen, number two of which being that they didn't have a condom, and number three being that her fingers were already getting cramped. On the other hand...she could use some help with getting her story tonight, and if her math was right then today wasn't too dangerous if he accidentally came inside of her, and there was something kind of hot about a pathetic little bitch-boy begging her to reaffirm he wasn't gay as she fingered his ass.

Decisions, decisions, Lois thought.