Chapter 11 by Zeebop

What Is Lois In the Mood For?

She Needs Something In Her Pussy

The atmosphere in the club was suddenly heady. Lois Lane staggered. Her pussy, she was suddenly aware, was absolutely drenched, rivulets running down her legs inside her pants. She shook her head to try to clear it, but the heat in her pussy seemed to be spreading throughout her body, nipples hardening.

The lights seemed brighter now, and the umph-umph-umph of the music was a driving beat that echoed in her skull.

"You okay, hon?" Maria said. "You're sweating."

Lois swallowed. "I...I'm hot."

"You're wearing too many clothes," Aisha chided her. "You need to lose the pants and sit down. I'll get you something cool to drink, you sit and cool off."

Maria's hands grabbed the reporter's hips and began to roll her pants down. Lois grabbed onto the nearest table to stay on her feet, unable to argue as the young woman stripped her tight red pants off, stepping out of her heels when Maria slid them off her feet. She left Lois in her thong, leaning against the table.

"I've got a seat for you," a new voice said, cutting above the music. Lois turned her head to see a tall woman in dark jeans and wifebeater, no bra, the nipples of her small breasts clearly visible through the material, sitting on a chair at the table the reporter was leaning on. Dark curly hair fell to the middle of her back, and there was a kind of classic beauty to her features, like the bust of Nefertiti, mouth twisted in a half-smile like she knew a secret but would never tell.

No. Not a woman. The jeans were drawn down, a hard throbbing prick in her hand, a bead of precum on the tip of the swollen purple helmet. Just looking at it made something inside of Lois yearn, realizing how long it had been since she had last had a dick.

"Have a seat," she patted her lap...and right that moment, despite all of her better judgment, Lois wanted to do just that.