Go wild, play riskily and try to convince Lex, to scratch my itch

I bit my lip as I squeezed my tit. My hand moved between my tights -

"Yhm~" I moaned highly as I looked at my fingers covered with my sex juices. I licked the sweet nectar, before turning my eyes back to Lex. I needed something to quench my itch now, it seemed.

I started slowly descending to Lex office. I scanned his office and found all of the cameras. In a split of an eye, I burned all of the recording electronics - I wouldn't want to leave him any recording of our little meetup, no matter how much the prospect of blackmail might turn me on. Just to be on the safe side, I melted the button of the silent alarm hidden under the desk. I frowned as I saw a black box with something inside - kryptonite. I hesitated for a moment, before deciding to follow through with my plan. The danger just turned me on more.

"Enjoyed the show?" I asked as I flew through the window. I landed on the floor and started walking forwards the man, with a swing of my hips, my heels clicking loudly on the floor. Damn, I needed to fuck.

"You are the one responsible for Mercy." He narrowed his eyes.

"Guilty as charged." I grinned as I stopped next to the sitting man and leaned against his desk. "I had soo much fun toying with her, making her squirm, making her experience one orgasm after another, until the grand finale." I smiled as I moved to the side, now sitting on the centre of the desk, my legs apart and between them, Lex Luthor. "And now, I came to sample you." I grabbed my cleavage window and moved it to the side, releasing my bountiful breasts from the tight suit.

"You can't be serious." He stated baffled.

"I'm plenty serious." I answered a little disappointed. He merely eyed my chest for a moment. Those tow boobs deserve far more attention. "I am not your enemy. Your rivalry with Superman is not my business. So I decided to drop in to, well, to fuck and make sure there is peace between us."

"So you behave like a dumb bimbo and you show your peaceful intentions by torturing my employee?" He asked arching his eyebrow.

"Hey, she enjoyed it." I protested. "And I detest the nickname. I am a slut in need of good fucking, ready to take a risk to have some good time, but neither am I dumb, neither bimbo. So," I grabbed his hands and put on my chest. "about that fucking~" I smiled slutily.

"I don't think so." He said as he took back his hands.

I frowned.

"Come on Lex. We both know that you are looking forward to fucking me. I can feel your blood pulsing with excitement, your dick pushing against the material of your trousers. And don't tell me, that fucking me, would not be a kind of sticking it to Superman in some way~" To think I needed to convince him - like showing my tits would be not enough.

"True... I will admit, you are rather attractive and the prospect in having one over Superman is tempting." He said slowly but then shook his head. "But I will certainly not agree to do it on your terms." Finished with finality.

I bit my lip, frustrated. But my excitement and need grew. I reached out to one of desk drawers and took out a box with sealed kryptonite.

"This is what you are talking about?" His smile was more than enough of an answer, and it sent shivers down mine spine. "I would be powerless, completely on your mercy, ah~" I moaned as he put a hand on my tight.

"Doesn't that turn you on even more?" He asked as he slipped his hand under my costume, his fingers slipping inside me, teasing me. He was right. The danger, the uncertainty, the peril turned me on even more.

"EH! You could do any-ything with me-e. Even kill-l me." I moaned as his fingers moved inside me, my nipples were erect. "Ah!" I arched as he suddenly thrust his fingers.

"I just might." The bastard smirked not even trying to deny it.

I bit my lip as another moan escaped me.

The smart thing would be to beat him and leave. On the other hand, I could think with my pussy - and I have no idea how it would end for me.