Tell Me You're Most Embarrassing Sexual Experience

It was a simple enough command. Something that would test the limits of Lois Lane's influence over the young woman impaled on her throbbing clit, but not something that would immediately elicit alarm if it worked. Maria's face immediately flushed more, a scarlet blush straight across her nose and cheeks burning all the way to her ears.

"I...I dressed as a dog and licked peanut butter out of my best friend's pussy right before her wedding. She was wearing her veil, and these white stockings and garter belt and...you see, she's allergic to dogs, but she's always had this...I guess a fantasy? But her husband, he's like totally square. She loves him, but he thinks a romantic evening is when she has two fingers in his ass while she sucks his dick, and she just didn't think he would understand. So there I was, in these too-small pawprint panties with a tail plug in, and these furry gloves and boots and floppy dog ears, and my face painted up like a muzzle, and she laid back on an ottoman and rubbed this organic creamy peanut butter into her cooch. I padded over to there on all fours, tongue hanging out and she was just...she just leaned back as I sent to town and she kept moaning 'Good doggie! Good doggie!' louder and louder..."

The reporter grinned as the story trickled out.

"Did you like it?"

Maria couldn't even talk. She just bit her lip and nodded. Lois decided to push it further.

"So...the women in these experiments. Are they still on-site?"

She nodded again.

"Mister Luthor says he needs to monitor them," her eyes went wide. "Oh shit, I was supposed to bring you down to the experiment chamber...he's probably looking for us!"

"Well then," Lois said smoothly. "You'd better ride my clit until you cum, and then uncuff me from this bed so that we can escape."