The Temptation of Superman

"Lois," he said, quietly but firmly. "You're drunk. You're not in the right state of mind to make these decisions. I would love..."

"Superman" paused, and for a moment the **** reporter quit playing with his dick with her nylon-clad feet. She could feel how stiff and taut his prick was between her toes. The effort in his face as he struggled with temptation. Yet he wasn't some frat bro that would have gladly slammed her against the walls and plunged his rigid prick inside her pussy until it hurt, then pump a load of his swimmers deep inside her cunt with his babymaker. No, he was too...noble for all that.

Which wouldn't do at all.

Because when Lois got drunk...really tipsy...she got horny. And as much as her heart wanted to burst seeing and hearing Clark Kent, dressed as Superman, about to confess his love to her...right here and now, that wasn't what she wanted, or needed. No, in this game they were playing, Lois Lane needed to unlock him as a fuckable character.

"Shuperman," she slurred. Her feet shifted to grasp his hips, ankles locking behind his back. "I am...drunk. But I'm alsho really horny. I need to get off. And if you...if you won't make love to me..."

Her violet eyes locked onto his. "...it would be irreshponshible to let me fuck anyone elshe, right? Who knowsh...I might forget a condom or shomething. Ri...rishk of dishease and all that."

He didn't stop her as she dropped her ass low, until her panty-clad pussy rested on his stiff shaft...and it was stiff. Lois almost felt that if she let go of his arms right now, his cock alone would be enough to hold her up. Except now she was feeling dizzy from the sudden movement, and dared not let go at all.

"Sho...how about...I ushe you to get off? Jusht for shafety." She flexed her body, small breasts pressing against that massively muscled chest, her pussy damp where it pressed against his 'Man of Steel.' "You don't have to...schtick it in me. Jusht shtay hard...like thish...and let me..."

Just like that, Lois was rubbing her pussy against his throbbing cock...pressing her chest against his. Staring past those glasses into his eyes. It would have been so easy for him to just lift her up and slam his dick inside of her, but he wouldn't do that. Yet neither could he bring himself to stop her. She wondered what was going on behind those beautiful blue eyes...and her ask kept running back, further and further, until she was rubbing her clit against the tip of his dick, and it felt so good and...Lois couldn't take it anymore.

"Jusht the tip," she begged, panting, **** to get off. "Jusht...!"

In the present, Lois Lane could feel she had Blaze's undivided attention. The pain in her ears had retreated to a dull throb, and Lois could feel something hot and wet trickle from her nostrils, she hoped there wouldn't be too much damage...but now that she was locked into reliving these memories, there was no way she could stop herself from what came next.