Lex Luthor Tries To Stop Her

Lois turned a corner, cock throbbing, hard as a spike of bone between her legs. Standing before her, in one of his immaculate bespoke suits of grey silk, was the familiar bald head and frowning face of Lex Luthor.

"That's far enough, Miss L—aagh!"

Luthor coughed, eyes bulging as the dickgirl reporter's cock spat a highly accurate gob of semen right into his mouth. Lois didn't even slow down, slamming into the surprised villain at speed. They went down in a tumble of limbs.

In combat, training counts for a great deal. Lex Luthor regularly practised martial arts, kept his body in top condition. Yet even the most experienced martial artist can be surprised, and for all of his training in karate and judo, the head of LexCorp was not as familiar with fighting on the ground.

Or of a crazed dickgirl who was desperately ripping off his pants.

Lex fought back, hampered by his clothes, which gave Lois an easy grip. The brief glimpses of her nipples and bobbing cock were distracting. Her hands slipped into his waistband and pulled hard, the leather belt the only thing keeping them from sliding off his hips. He tried to push her away, not because he wouldn't hit a woman but because he didn't want to damage a valuable subject...and when that didn't work he struck her hard, once in the face.

The belt buckle broke as she fell back. The dickgirl grinned, blood trickling from one nostril, still holding onto his pants, which were now loose.

Instinct turned then to flight, to put some distance between them. Ass hanging out, bespoke leather shoes scrabbling against the floor tiles, Lex was not prepared when the reporter's elbow slammed into the top of his head. He was stunned only for a moment...but that was all the time Lois Lane required to line her dribbling cock up with his hole.

He heard a gawp and a spit. Felt something warm hit his rectum. A rough thumb rubbing it between his cheeks. He reached inside his jacket, searching for a weapon. Something inside of Luthor told him this couldn't be happening, not to him, not to...

Lois pressed the head of her cock against the villain's browneye.

"I always thought you were a bit of a tight ass, Lex," she hissed. "Let's find out how tight."