Mindfucked

Hands grasped Lois Lane's arms and legs, holding her aloft. Mouths found her breasts, sucking gently on her tits, tongues tickling her nipples. Warm, wet lips slipped onto fingers and toes. The reporter didn't even struggle, her mouth, pussy and ass momentarily bare, and she wanted...something.

What do you want?

The voice seemed to come from the back of the reporter's own head. She twisted and turned, eyes still covered with cum, unable to see anything. Mouths were working their way up her legs and down her arms, kissing, licking, tasting. Her thighs quivered as the tongues slid along her sensitive skin, her pussy and ass and mouth feeling terribly empty.

Show me, Lois. Show me what you desire.

Images flashed through the reporter's mind. She shrank back as she remembered her own sex fantasies. Wet dreams, daydreams, some of those sexual scenarios that she would rub herself to in those idle moments in the shower or beneath the covers. Teeth began to nibble gently at her buttocks, as she recalled her college fantasies...naked in the locker room with the basketball team, spin the bottle with the girls in the dorm turning into a rampant lesbian orgy...and more than anything...

A cock. Hard and throbbing, veins bulging. So thick her jaw ached to look at it, the masculine musk so heady that she could taste it. Even as a young woman, she had always wanted to just really take her time and explore a cock...something a few of her lovers had indulged, at least for a while, but all of them got too excited, too eager to get to actual business.

Ah, now we're getting somewhere. Why deny yourself this, Lois? Let's explore this fantasy...

Just like that, Lois could smell the cock in front of her...feel the heat of it, though her lips didn't touch it. She couldn't see it, but she knew it was there...just out of reach.

The reporter cried out, her pussy burning, demanding any kind of stimulation. The teeth were nipping playfully at her inner thighs, tongues licked her armpits, her breasts were being suckled by increasing ****, nipples banging against teeth...and yet through it all, Lois was aware of the hard, throbbing manhood that she was sure was right in front of her.

"I want..." her voice sounded hoarse, throat dry. "I need..."