Jimmy's Girlfriend

"James Olsen, you skinny-dicked cheating manwhore motherfucker!"

The voice was young, shrill, and definitely female. A part of Lois Lane felt bad. She had always hated cheaters, and yet here she was, upsetting another woman by sucking her boyfriend's cock. It was almost enough to keep the reporter's lips off that stiffening prick, her tongue from swirling around the little purple glans and tasting the sour smegma it scraped off the sensitive folds of flesh beneath his foreskin.

Almost.

"Lucy, please!" Jimmy begged. "You don't understand! This is my boss! I think she's been **** or something..."

Lois did not offer her side of the story as Jimmy offered a tastefully edited version of events. His girlfriend, who must have had the patience of Job, actually listened to him. In fact, the reporter could hear her heels click on the hard floor as she drew nearer, angled herself to get a better view. In her peripheral vision, Lois caught a vague skinny, blonde shape.

"Wow, she is like, really into it," Lucy said, most of the anger and hurt gone.

"It's like I told you...she's been **** or mind-controlled or something. I should call Superman...or maybe the Justice League..."

"You should fuck her," Lucy said.

Lois Lane stiffened. Her pussy squeezed tight, a rivulet of hot juice oozed out of her slit and down her leg at the mere thought of taking that dick.

"Wha-huh?" Jimmy Olsen said, momentarily incapable of coherent speech.

"I've been reading about this new paraphilia, it's called cuckqueaning?" Lucy said. "And, like, there are these women that really get off on having their boyfriends or husbands or whatever fuck other women in front of them? I haven't tried it, but...I mean, you're a fucking bastard prick for cheating on my anyway, James Olsen, and you fucking owe me! So you're going to pound this MILF-y slut while I watch, or I'm breaking up with you!"

Helplessly, Jimmy Olsen stared down at Lois Lane...and the reporter raised her eyes, lips still tightly wrapped around his cock, cheeks hollowed out as she slurped...and she knew, somehow, that he was asking for her permission.