Lois Gives A Thumb's Up

There was no getting around it. Lois Lane was in a precarious position, exposed and recognized. If playing up to the expectations of a fan helped her out of this situation, she was willing to pay that price. Maybe it was just that her inhibitions were still lower than normal from the drinks she'd had, or perhaps it was just that she was still horny, but Lois couldn't help but think:

It would be really nice to get some oral sex right now.

So she flashed Angie Blaze, plumber, a thumb's up...and the smug little smile on the woman's face sent a cold shiver down the reporter's spine. Without a moment's hesitation, the plumber disappeared outside of the reporter's line of sight...and then she felt the rubber gloves spreading her cheeks, exposing Lois Lane's pussy for inspection.

"Oh my. Such a mess back here. I guess I'd better clean up a bit before I clean these pipes..."

Lois rolled her eyes. Not only was she dealing with a lesbian plumber, but she thought she was a comedian too. Still...the naked reporter couldn't deny a certain excitement at the whole porn scenario-ness of it all. She felt like she'd stepped into one of those dirty videos that her father kept beneath his bed, the ones that he would sometimes forget and leave in the VCR so that a precocious Lois Lane gained a very odd idea of the facts of life.

Yet Lois Lane had never in her entire sexual life acted out those scenarios. The idea of some random, attractive stranger coming in while she was indisposed, her mouth wrapped around a metal cock and stuck there, and offering to eat her pussy was just the thing of utmost fantasy or artfully crafted internet erotica. It didn't happen in real life.

Which is why she shivered like a virgin to feel the huff of Angie's breath on her exposed pussy...and why it took all of her willpower to not bite down on the metal tuber stuck in her mouth as a hot, spongy triangle of tongue began to slurp at the reporter's exposed slit. Lois swallowed, her stomach groaning, as the plumber gently yet thoroughly cleaned and explored her new work area. The soft tongue slid into every nook and crevice in and around the reporter's pussy, from the sweaty crease where cunt met thight to the tiny divot of her urethra, from the stiff little clitoris to the super-sensitive patch of skin between pussy and anus.

Despite herself, Lois moaned, her voice echoing oddly in the hollow metal tube stuck inside of her. Her legs quivered as the anticipation built up, the sexual heat rising in her body, nipples stiff and hips shifting on their own as she tried to back her ass into that eager and accommodating face...except, just when Lois thought she was about to cum, Blaze pulled away.

"All clean!" the plumber announced. "Now, let's clean those pipes..."