Mister Luthor Will Be Pleased...

Lois Lane's smile vanished like a cow picked up by a tornado.

"Excuse me?" The reporter growled.

"I mean, he's been planning this so long...I was very hesitant at first, all the fertility treatments and tracking periods and trends, but he assured me that he'd covered every possibility and...he's just so brilliant!" Mercy Graves gave a sigh. She smiled. "It came off just like he planned. I'm going to be pregnant. He's going to win."

Lois turned her head to look at Lex Luthor. He was still breathing, but the eyes were closed and drooling onto the floor. His cock now looked shrunken and pathetic, nestled between his legs. Even soft, Lois was sure that she was bigger than the bald billionaire had been hard.

"Fuck Lex Luthor," Lois said. "He didn't knock you up, I did! I'm the one that fucked you, I'm the one that came in you! Ground your cervix into paste!"

It must have been the new hormones flooding Lois Lane's system. The reporter felt weirdly aggressive, hurt, emotional...with an effort, she pushed herself up and worked to twist Mercy Graves onto her side. The brunette gasped as she caught a glance at Lex.

"Look at him, Mercy! He's pathetic! A bald prick whose pathetic pecker couldn't impregnate you properly!" Lois said. The reporter shivered, and her aching cock, surprisingly, tried to rise...it didn't succeed, shooting pains running through her disobedient prick...because even a dickgirl has a refractory period...but the half-hard erection twitched inside Mercy Graves' cum-filled snatch.

"You think he's so smart," Lois said as she **** her hips forward, pushing rope inside the jizz-filled cunny. "But if he's so smart, then why am I the one fucking you now?"

Mercy began to twist and claw to get at him...and Lois wrestled with her. Adrenaline rushed through the reporter's limbs, and Mercy was distracted, otherwise the shorter, more muscular woman might have made short work of Lois Lane...but as they twisted and grappled, the reporter used her temporary advantage to its best effect.

Which is how Lois ended up in a kneeling position, her buttocks against her heels, Mercy Graves hilted on her cock, the reporter pinning both of the bodyguard's arms behind her...the brunette staring at where her helpless boss lay.

"I'm going to fuck you in front of him. Show you who your real boss is. Who owns this pussy," Lois said, quivering with terrible need. "I'm going to fuck you until you love me..."