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Chapter 16 by Zeebop Zeebop

How Does He Respond?

Show That Bitch What He Can Really Do

Blue sparks shot out of the black man's eyes.

"Bitch, if you want to feel me..."

His cock, half-hard, jumped in her pussy. Instantly, Lois Lane felt every muscle contract. It was like being tasered, or at least what she had imagined what that must feel like. The paralysis as her entire body seized up...then he reached forward and pressed one brown finger at her forehead, just above and between her eyes.

"Ain't supposed to fuck with the orbifrontal cortex much," he said. "But just a little pulse...and it'll release all the dopamine. I do it enough times, that's a conditioned reflex. Gonna get you addicted to my dick like Pavlov's dog."

Lois Lane couldn't say anything. She was shivering uncontrollably as her muscles refused to unlock, grinning so hard her face hurt, sweating, not sure what that would do to her...

"Zap," he said.

A little spark. Lois Lane's world exploded. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. More intense, more sudden, than any **** she had ever tried in her career as a journalist. Better than chocolate, or falling in love, or an orgasm. Her eyes couldn't roll back in her head, but for a few minutes Lois ceased to be a conscious human being. She was in ecstasy, utterly incapable of conscious thought, instantly lost in the greatest experience of her life.

By the time she came down, Lois felt that her muscles had relaxed...and Static was hard and pumping her pussy again. She could barely feel it, in the after-effects of what he had done to her. The reporter's tight slit squeezed automatically as he balled her deep, his cock pushing his own spunk back and forth in that sloppy hole. As Lois came back to herself, she remembered to breathe, sucking in air, tasting her sweat and his own. His abs were flexing as he neared his climax again, and Lois began to clutch her pussy harder, trying to move in time with his, her hips not quite working right.

He held up a finger again, a little blue spark arcing up the digit.

"Maybe you want it again? I gotta warn you, white lady...you might get addicted to this black dick. And I got a girlfriend. You ready to be some black man's sidechick?"

How does Lois respond to that?

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