Lois Frees Herself Before Lex Luthor Arrives

With practiced ease, Lois slid out of the hand bindings...and immediately sat up and got to work on the bindings about her ankles. She had hoped that the cock would soften, or at least cease to be annoying, but the damnable thing stood painfully stiff, and it was almost worse when she was sitting up, because the tip of the cock hovered in the air, the smell of her own precum oddly arousing as she undid the last bindings.

How do men deal with these things? Lois thought to herself...but the reporter blushed as she realized the answer to that. Guys would jerk off, of course. Probably half of them did it first thing in the morning during their shower. The reporter had dealt with enough morning wood from former lovers and ex-boyfriends to know how needy the stiff little pricks could be.

Never thought I'd walk a mile in those shoes, the reporter thought. I have to admit, the sex was pretty intense. It was like my dick just took control. No wonder men have such a hard time, if they have to deal with these things. If I can't get this undone, I'm going to have to get a girlfriend...or a boyfriend.

Images flashed through the reporter's brain. Jimmy Olsen's boyish ass. Wrapping the black curl of Superman's hair around her finger as he sucked her cock. Buried to the root in Mercy Grave's tight cunny and blowing her load all over her insides...

The erotic daydreaming didn't help Lois free herself any faster, but it made her cock shake, the drop of precum oozing down the sensitive underside of her shaft.

Lois thought about stripping the sheet off the bed for a makeshift toga...and had gotten as far as taking off the pillowcase...when the door to the room began to open. With a leap, the naked dickgirl reporter jumped to one side of the door. Instinctively, she wrapped the pillowcase around one hand and gripped the free end in the other. Held taut, it would make an effective garrote.

Lex Luthor's bald head came into view. The tall, broad-shouldered man in his bespoke grey pinstripe suit surveyed the empty bed and scowled. He turned to say something to Mercy Graves...and out of his peripheral vision, he saw the naked reporter, erection raging, leap forward with her improvised garrote between her hands.

The only question was...who was her target? Lex Luthor or Mercy Graves?