Buck's Apartment

Buck the Lab Technician lived in an old factory that had been converted into illegal loft housing. Which worked well from Lois Lane's perspective; anyone looking for her would check her apartment, hotels, and other places first. Buck's apartment would be largely off their radar.

They drove in silence, the reporter tuned into his mental wavelength. Fear, anxieity, elation, and lust blurred through his mind. There was the fan-worship of Lois Lane, the fear of being caught, the embarassment at having being caught with his pants down and cumming inside her pussy...the same pussy that was still a disgusting, slimy mess.

Need to do something about that, Lois thought grimly.

He opened the door and stood aside as the reporter, naked under her borrowed lab-coat, stepped into the apartment. She scowled as she found his mental image of the bachelor pad matched reality. Cheap furniture, stacks of books and movies, a sink full of dishes, a gaming chair by the computer with a bottle of lotion and box of tissues next to it...and more than that, a trashcan almost overflowing with spent jizz-rags. The reporter's lips curled back and her nose crinkled at the smell of stale spunk.

"How much do you jerk off?"

Buck didn't answer...but something about her stance, her demeanor, her tone of voice triggered something in him. Powerful images flashed through her mind, as they did through his: snippets of pornography, dominant women, subordinate men. Lois turned and eyed the young man. He was scrubby, and not exactly jacked, but not entirely unattractive...and a part of the reporter was curious how far she could turn this insight into his psyche to her advantage.

With a dramatic gesture, Lois threw the labcoat open, to expose her naked body. His cock didn't get hard immediately, but it twitched...and Lois saw in his mind the scenario he dreamed.

Time to make it a reality, Lois thought.

"You made quite a mess in me," she said coolly, violet eyes half-lidded, feet shoulder-width apart. "I think you should be the one to clean it."

He hesitated. In his mind, Buck almost couldn't believe this was happening. The reporter did her best to project confidence. Her mental radio tuned itself more specifically, digging through the torrent of images that arose unbidden in Buck's porn-soaked brain.

"Now, dog! Lick my cunt!" She ordered...and then with a cruel smile that brought his cock to full mast, she added. "Be a good boy, and maybe I'll keep you."