Lex Luthor Milks Lois Lane

There was no rough, bestial thrust. No primal pumping of hips, dog-like humping, apish sexual fury. The head of Lex Luthor's prick barely penetrated the reporter's asshole, her aching orifice instinctively squeezing the cockhead inside of her, trying to pull it deeper or push it out, but unable to move it. A hot, still irritation pressed against the reporter's ass from the inside, stirring sensations Lois couldn't put a name to.

M-maybe he wants me to beg for it again, Lois thought to herself, and opening her mouth she said, with as much confidence she could muster:

"P-please fuck my ass. Fuck it! Please. My slutty hole needs your stiff dick. I...I want to feel your cock deep inside of me. Fucking split me in two..."

Even to her own ears, the reporter's pleas felt pathetic and ridiculous. Lines culled from some ancient porn she had watched, utterly unconvincing, delivered with a needling whine. She shifted her ass uncomfortably, wondering if he wanted her to move.

"Stay still," Luthor commanded, iron in his voice. "Stay exactly as you are."

Bent over on hands and knees, Lex Luthor in a squat as the head of his cock plugged into her ass, Lois did as she was told. Shivering with a mixture of sexual need and embarrassment, face burning, cock aching.

The bald billionaire knelt over her. His hand reached around, found her half-hard-cock, and squeezed. Lois was unable to repress a moan as her dick, which had already cum once, began to swell in his hot, strong hand.

Luthor kept her like that. The head of his cock plugged into her butt, unable to move, the throbbing prickhead pressed against her prostate, and his hand smoothly tugged at her dick, pulling it downward, like a milkmaid with a cow's teat...

Lois had just cum not long ago. It would take her time to cum again. Lex Luthor, with his genius, probably had calculated her refractory period down to a fraction of a second. His stimulation of the reporter's cock and ass was just ****, a demonstration of his power over her.

"Whose cock is this, whore?" Luthor said, demanding an answer.

"Y-yours," Lois said, limbs shaking, palms and knees aching as all her eight pressed on those four points.

"And whose ass is this, whore?" Luthor said.

"Yours," Lois said. In her mind, she knew he was working his way through some personal power fantasy, but at the moment, Lois didn't care. Her cock was harder than ever, and it hurt. The tip of her prick burned, and his constant tugging put strange stresses on her cock and crotch.

"That is correct. You are mine. Your cock, your ass, your cum all belong to LexCorp, which belongs to me," he tugged harder, and Lois grunted as she was afraid he was going to pull her prick out by the root. "And you will only cum when, and where, I order you to."