Lois Moans As Loud As She Can

Lips still stuck on the faucet jammed into her throat, Lois moaned as loud as she could. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed help. She was stuck in the tub, cum up to her tits, belly aching, lips locked around a phallic faucet...it was past time to finally throw in the towel and call a professional.

She heard boots tread on carpet. The door squeaked open, and the plumber stepped into the bathroom. Lois tried to turn to look at her, but there was little she could do with the cock-faucet on her.

"Angie Blaze, plumber!" The woman's voice said. "Are you stuck?"

Lois moaned an affirmative.

"Is it still leaking down your throat?"

The reporter moaned again.

"Well, let me just turn off the...source...and I'll be right back."

Boots marched away. Lois sighed through her nose, wondering what a strange and terrible sight she must present. Still, the plumber took it well...and only a few minutes later, she felt the cock cease dribbling. The padding of boots on carpets returned.

"Now, let's just drain this tub a bit..." A woman reached a long, rubber-glove clad arm past the reporter. Over the scent of cum, Lois caught a hint of musk and sulphur. Not very feminine, but not unpleasant. The drain came up out of the tub, and Lois became aware of the slow suction as the jizz level began to slowly descend.

"I have to say, miss," the plumber said. "In all my years, I don't think I've ever seen pipes in more need of cleaning than yours."

Lois tensed, wondering at the double entendre. Was that intentional? Were they making a pass at her? The reporter was nearly helpless with her mouth on the cock-faucet. The reporter shuddered as she thought about all the ways this woman could **** her.

"Now, I can't quite say how you got in this predicament," the plumber sat down on the edge of the tub. Lois could feel rubber overalls against the side of her body. Nothing intimate...yet. But just that little bit of human contact when she was in such a **** position drove her cold. "Truth be told, this is a little out of my paygrade...Miss Lane."

The reporter nearly choked at hearing her own name. The only thing worse than being molested while like this was being recognized. If the plumber took a picture of her like this, Lois Lane's whole career could be over!

"Truth be told, I'm a big fan," the plumber said, leaning down so her lips just brushed the reporter's ear. "I've always had a desire for you to clear my pipes. Now I don't want you to think I'll just leave you like this if you say no...but if you are so inclined..."

Lois Lane's teeth bit into the metal pipe in her mouth. They weren't out and out threatening her, but the implication was clear. Even as much of an absolute mess she must look...covered in drying and half-congealed jizz, belly full of sperm, lips locked around the faucet like she was sucking it off...her fan still wanted a piece. She wasn't even sure how she was supposed to "clear her pipes"...at least, not with her mouth stuck like this. Maybe she was asking for some oral sex once she'd gotten Lois free?

The reporter knew she had to respond, and quickly.