Mercy Wants A Baby

"Hard to meet people in my job," Mercy said as she rolled her hips. The muscular woman ran her tongue across Lois Lane's face. "I was beginning to think I'd have to resort to a semen donor. But this...this is so perfect..."

Lois flinched. She could feel the pressure building at the base of her dick, and her hips were moving on their own, trying to push her cock in deeper. The reporter realized what she was doing and tried to stop...though she didn't know how long she could hold in her load. Already her body seemed to be remembering Luthor's programming, and the hot, wet, eager cunt sucked on her cock as though it wanted to be bred.

"Mercy—please!" Lois said. "I know I said I'd help, but I'm...I don't want kids! I'm not ready!"

The mouse-haired woman only grinned. Her mouth came down, pressing against the reporter's own in a stolen kiss, her tongue pressing against Lois Lane's teeth. The bodyguard's lips were hungry, and her thumbs pressed into Lois Lane's collarbone, causing the reporter to gasp in pain. Instantly, the squirming invader swept into the bound woman's mouth.

Lois tried to toss her head, but Mercy caught the reporter's lower lip in her teeth. With tears in her eyes, the reporter looked up into the woman's cruel smile, mirth and lust in those dark brown eyes.

Mercy let the lip go. Her grip softened.

"You owe me, Lane. Give me a baby. You don't have to raise it. I can manage just fine."

The woman levered herself up, putting her entire weight on Lois Lane's crotch. Her hands came down to play with the reporter's breasts, but what had the bound woman's attention was the rhythmic clenching of Mercy's cunt, as though she was trying to milk the cock dry...and Lois could feel the load approaching the point where she wouldn't be able to hold it anymore.

"Lois," the reporter said.

"What?" Mercy said, pausing in her fucking for a moment.

"Call me Lois," the reporter blushed. "We're already on intimate terms, after all."

Mercy grinned and tweaked one of the reporter's soft pink nipples.

"All right Lois. Are you going to be a good girl?" Without waiting for an answer, Mercy started moving again, rising and falling on the cock. Lois felt her heart beating faster, the cock painfully hard inside that impossibly tight tunnel, semen building with each twitch of her hips.

"I just...there's no guarantee. Even if I cum in you. Some people try for months...years...to get pregnant."

"Then let's hope it takes," Mercy hissed, and Lois could see that the woman was approaching her own climax, as her vigorous humping was increasing in speed and ****, the face flushed. "Because..."