The Reflections of Four Women

The mirror was fogged by the reporter's breath. The cock was hot and wet in her mouth, and Lois was drooling down out of the corners in little dribbles that met beneath her chin. The smell of the dick seemed to fill her mouth until Lois Lane was dizzy and light-headed, her tongue swirling around the swollen cockhead, body inching back and forth as she worked the shaft, enjoying the sensation of that warm skin on her lips.

Yet in the corners of the mirror, near the frame, where the fog didn't reach...Lois could see them. Naked women, four of them, two on either side. Watching Lois Lane with blank expressions, hollow eyes. The reporter thought she recognized those women, from their social media profiles. The women she had been searching for...the four that had gone missing. Tonya Wong, Jenny Dunlap, Mara de la Cruz, and Diana Reynolds. Those were their names.

So why are four naked women watching me suck this cock? Lois thought, her curiosity burning through whatever strange compulsion that was causing her to slurp and suck. Swiftly following on that thought was another one:

And why can't I stop?

The cock that had emerged from the mirror had begun to move...and Lois Lane found, to her surprise, that she couldn't stop. Though she held her body in place now, the cock was pushing and pulling, the glans hitting the back of the reporter's teeth as it fucked her face...and despite her best efforts, the reporter's mouth and jaw refused to let go, or bite down.

Which is when Lois saw the women in the mirror begin to move.