Fuck Her, Of Course

Down the corridor, past closed doors, the S-shield flapping before her like a red flag before a bull...the chase felt like it lasted forever, though as Lois Lane's lungs and thighs burned, she knew it could only have been a minute or two. Nevertheless, it was long enough that when they did hit one long corridor, Lois sprinted with everything she had, grabbing that flapping cape and bringing her buxom prey tumbling to the ground.

There was a confused moment as Lois and her prey grappled. It ended up with the blonde on her back, the reporter's hard cock stabbing at her crotch. It was basically a Halloween-store version of Supergirl's old costume. No panties or bra underneath, an S-shield emblazoned on one boob, a weird eagerness in her eyes as Lois ripped the little red shorts aside, exposing the shaved pussy with the drooping labia.

Lois didn't care as she slammed her cock into the warm and waiting cunt. The blonde's eyes widened in shock as the reporter's dick unexpectedly stretched the well-used pussy to new widths. The reporter growled, one hand squeezing around that fat tit, staring at the S-shield as she began to unceremoniously hump and pump the fallen super-bitch.

The **** of the dickgirl's dicking caused the two of them to slide slowly down the corridor, an inch at a time, the blonde wincing whenever the cock struck too deep. But the reporter didn't care. Her she-cock was like a steel bar, pressure building inside of her, eyes aflame with lust as she stared at the S-shield, and she fucked until with one last grunt she buried herself deep and felt her pent-up jizz stream into the unprotected cunt and paint the entrance of the woman's womb white.

It wasn't until the blonde wig fell off, covering the S-shield, that Lois blinked and recognized the familiar form of Mara de la Cruz, one of the women she had come her to find. She grunted as one final spurt of jizz shot out into the over-stuffed cunny, dazed and confused at the strength of her own ejaculation.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"There's no time," Mara said. Panting, face flushed. She pointed to the door at the end of the hallway. "You need to escape! Now!"

There was the blare of a distant alarm, the sound of feet behind her. Lois pulled her cock out of the now-sloppy hole and took two steps toward the door.

"What about you?" She asked, noting how awkwardly Mara was covering up the S-shield with her wig, a small earpiece dangling from one ear.

"I'll be fine! It's you they want! Just go!"

Lois was torn, not sure what to do.

"Hypnotic reflex is strong, but she needs a bit of incentive," Lex said, stabbing at the console. "Have you activated the signal?"

"Yes, Mr. Luthor." Mercy Graves says, hesitation in her voice. "Radar shows Subject Two is on their way. T minus five minutes."

"Perfect," he cracked a smile. "Right on schedule."

On the door in front of her, a glowing S-shield suddenly blared. Lois saw it and her cock instantly returned to full mast. Without thinking, she plunged through the door, leaving her fuckbuddy of the moment behind, jizz dripping from her overstretched slit. The reporter found herself racing up stairs, her trail always marked by a glowing shield, which disappeared as soon as she reached the next milestone. Until, gasping for breath, thighs trembling, cock hard she emerged onto the roof...