Chapter 11 by Zeebop

What Happens With Rat?

A Man Asleep

He collapsed. Without cumming, without fucking. Lois watched the slack-jawed idiot teeter and then fall forward, the heavy weight of his body nearly pushing her to the floor, his cock still embedded in her frenzied snatch.

"You asshole," she murmured, pussy burning with need. "You weak, cheap, stupid, pathetic excuse for a man. Can't even last long enough to finish the goddamned job..."

Lois Lane rolled over, sending the **** goth onto his back. She squatted on his cock, which was still hard. The need inside of her was even worse now—the frustrated agitation of interrupted sex, orgasm denied—except worse than any time she had ever experienced it.

There was only one thing to do. The Daily Planet's best reporter set her jaw and shifted her hips, beginning to bounce up and down on Rat's dick.

"Let's see if at least part of you is up to the job," she muttered angrily, slamming her ass down into his stomach, hoping she left a bruise. Her only hope, she knew, was a nocturnal emission.

So she rode his dick. Lois Lane ground her pussy against his crotch, she reached down to grasp his hairy balls, fondling and squeezing the sack in her fingers. The reporter closed her eyes and tried to bring back the images that she normally did when masturbating... Superman when he held her close, the long swollen length of the shaft she imagined he hid in those red shorts, so virile she felt she could get pregnant just by staring at it...

...except it wasn't working, not down in this dungeon sub-basement, riding the cock of an **** goth. Lois felt as if that spark from the idol was still burning inside of her, crowding out all of her normal images...and all she could picture was her belly swelling with life, that pale cock blasting her womb with spunk...and the worst part was, as much as Lois hated the very thought of getting knocked up by this complete loser she had just met, it was starting to work for her...