Someone Behind Her

Lois Lane couldn't see who, but she knew it. Her tongue slid along the smooth underside of the cock in her mouth, trying to pick up details with her peripheral vision. In the mirror, her skewed reflection looked worried, maybe scared. Yet Lois herself felt...excited? Maybe eager?

The head of the crimson cock seemed to fill her throat, the right taste of it filling her mouth, the slightly musky scent in her nostrils as she breathed it in, watching her reflection do likewise. The silly, prudish version of her on the other side almost seemed to crinkle her nose in disgust. It was weird how different reality and reflection were, even this close. It truly had to be a magic mirror.

The figure drew closer to her reflection. The reporter could make out little details...a lean, red body, red as the cock in her mouth, utterly naked. Anticipation grew as she stared diligently straight ahead, sucking on her scarlet prick. Even as the fingers in the mirror touched the small of her reflection's back, she felt the warm, slightly callused tips on her own. They trailed down to the waistband of her reflection's tight pants, and Lois watched as well as felt them being peeled off her ass.

My ass is so much bigger, Lois thought, blissfully sucking away as the distress in her reflection's eyes grew and grew. As if mirror-Lois didn't want to be here but couldn't stop, couldn't pull herself away from this dick. Couldn't do anything as the pants were drawn down to her thighs, the black thong panty slid out of the way to expose her bare pussy...

Lois was wet. She could feel it in the cool kiss of air on her exposed cunt. Wondered what the woman in the reflection felt about that. Exposed? ****? Embarrassed? Maybe a little of all three. The shortstack reporter could feel distant echoes of those herself...but mostly she felt excited. Eager. This was like something out of a wet dream, one of those dark almost-nightmares where she was totally out of control of the situation, where some faceless, unknown person had their way with her.

Except it was really happening. Lois could see it in the reflection, as those crimson hands settled on the buttocks and spread them wide, exposing her most private parts. The reporter sucked harder on the dick in the mirror, shivering with anticipation for what would come next.