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Chapter 11 by Zeebop Zeebop

What Does Lois Have In Mind?

Make Jimmy Lick It Off Her Fingers

It was a show of dominance. Lois Lane released his testicles and pressed her soiled hand into his face.

"Clean me."

"Gee whizz, Miss Lane..."

She shoved her palm into his lips. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that she could feel his teeth against the heel of her hand. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter wanted to make it clear in no uncertain terms who was in control.

Something soft and wet touched her tongue. Jimmy's lips worked, sucking up the semen. There wasn't much, and it only took a second or two...yet his lips and tongue seemed to linger, as if French-kissing her palm, his face burning in either lust or humiliation and his cock twitching.

"Swallow."

He did. Lois stalked over to the sink and pointedly washed her hand.

"That wasn't the first time you've done something like that, is it Jimmy?" He didn't meet her gaze in the mirror. "It's all right, you know. Plenty of boys get curious. There's nothing gay about eating your own cum."

The shot hit home. Lois wondered if she was overdoing it...but the blush across his cheeks and the chubby he was sporting told her that if anything, Jimmy was getting more out of the sadistic-dom act than she thought.

"M-maybe once or twice," he admitted. The way his ears were burning, Lois doubted if it was just once or twice. She wondered how often he imagined being on the other side of the gloryhole, being the one sucking cocks and swallowing sperm.

"Listen, Jimmy," she said. "I came here tonight to find those missing women, and that means I need your help. So while we're together tonight, you're going to do exactly what I say when I say it...and maybe, if you're a good boy..."

She left the rest of it unsaid. Better for him to imagine what his reward would be.

"One last thing," Lois said. "We need to look the part..."

Jimmy didn't protest too much as they switched clothes. In his suspenders and bowtie, Lois looked like a dyke to watch out for. In her panties and tight pants, Jimmy looked...well, like fresh meat.

They exited the bathroom. Lois followed the redheaded reporter through the crowd, as he led her toward a set of fire stairs she hadn't seen before. A part of her wondered if Jimmy was gay, or bi...or whether he was just one of nature's submissives, or a beta-male that got off on being made to do gay things.

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