Lois Lane, Lex Luthor's Futa Secretary

Lois Lane's cock tented her black pencil skirt. She poured the coffee—kopi luwak, some of the most expensive in the world—into the small handmade porcelain cups, rimmed with gold, that Mr. Luthor liked. The secretary glanced at her wristwatch as she flipped her skirt up.

The panty hose were part of her uniform for the job, specially made to accommodate the thick, long girlcock that normally hung so that the head just hung below the hemline of her skirt. It amused Mr. Luthor to see it dangle there. The secretary rubbed her hand over the satin hose, careful not to rip it—the cost for a new pair would come out of her salary—and she aimed the broad, squat head with its thick glans at the cup.

Her free hand reached back behind her, under her skirt, to touch the base of the plug that kept her ass stretched out during the working day. She had been slowly working her way up, a little bigger every day, until now the plug she wore had the thickness and heft of a can of cola. Fingering the base of the plug stimulated her prostate, and Lois rubbed her glans with her fingers, aimed her cock at the cups of coffee...

White jizz shot down into brown-black liquid, which immediately erupted into liquid chocolate clouds. Lois Lane bit the inside of her lips, to stifle any moan Mr. Luthor might hear, and quickly wiped the tip of her cock off on the edge.

Such swift ejaculations were more exhausting than stimulating, and the secretary quickly fixed her skirt, picked up the tray with the coffee. A smile came to her lips as she turned on her stiletto heels—another workplace requirement—and carried the coffee into Luthor's office.

His desk was a slab of black glass that might have been some ancient sacrificial altar...except that the top glowed with symbols, windows, a gigantic computer screen. Luthor's hands stabbed out with precision and confidence as he dealt with the business of his multibillion-dollar corporate empire. Lois set the tray with the steaming, semen-laced coffee on a small tray at hand.

"Your next appointment is in fifteen, sir," Lois said. "Would you like me to—"

"Suck my cock," Lex said. The order was concise. He didn't even stare at Lois as he said it, simply reached down and grabbed a cup of coffee and slurped it down. Obediently, the dickgirl dropped to her knees and crawled under his desk. She knew she would have to act quickly to make him finish before his appointment, and there would be no time for her to pull out...she'd have to swallow his load.

As she unzipped his hand-fitted pants to free Lex Luthor's dick, something intruded on Lois Lane's dream...and it popped, like a soap bubble, and the reporter found herself suddenly awake.