No Time To Think

Lois Lane's head hurt. It was so hard to focus. She knew that she didn't want to suck Lex Luthor's cock, but if she didn't...could she play dumb? Too dumb to suck a dick?

But even as Lois struggled through her options, her fingers undid the buttons on his pants. Beyond that was a wall of soft white silk marked with red hearts...and then the naked pink todger was there, right in front of her face, and the reporter lost her train of thought.

She could smell his dick. Could remember what dick smelled like. Things clicked into place. Lois brought her face closer, memories swimming to the surface. It was like connections were being made, as if...

"Stupid cunt," Luthor grunted with satisfaction. He grabbed the sides of her head with both hands. "Open your mouth."

Lois let her mouth drop open...and Lex Luthor shoved his cock into her mouth before she even had time to think.

Flavors flooded the reporter's mouth. Familiar flavors. She had tasted dick before. This dick was different, but it had the same earthy, salty flavor. The ridge of smegma behind the rim, like a sour ridge of cottage cheese, fine and grainy. Her lips closed on his dick as he pushed her mouth on and off of his cock. Lois became engrossed, not in the act itself, but the memories it invoked. She suddenly realized that she was thinking much clearer...

"Is she going to have to re-learn how to suck a cock?" Luthor asked Isley, pressing his balls against the reporter's chin.

"Brain activity is...odd." The redhead tapped at her tablet. "Some of the dead sections in memory are active again. Maybe some kind of muscle memory. Let her go and see what she does without prompting."

Abruptly, the hands released Lois Lane's head...and she now knew that she faced much the same choice as before—except this time, better able to visualize her options. The more she sucked, the clearer her mind became. If she stopped, she might get dumber again...and then who knows what Luthor would have in store for her.

To suck or not to suck, that is the question. Lois paraphrased.