There's A Line of Men Waiting To Fuck Her

The cock slipped out. Lois Lane lay in the hole in the wall, panting softly. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been fucked like that. For half a heartbeat, she almost didn't care that it was a complete stranger who just cum into her unprotected pussy. Happy sex chemicals filtered through her brain, and she lay with her breasts against the cool stony floor of the tunnel.

Unbelievable, she thought, shaking her head. I just fucked a complete stranger while stuck in a hole in the wall. I could get pregnant, or a disease! But I can't worry about that right now. I need to get out of here and...

Another pair of hands gripped her hips. Lois froze. She could tell they were different than the one before. Smaller, rougher. They pried her ass cheeks apart, so that the pink insides of her pussy were exposed, jizz spilling out.

"What a mess!" A man's voice.

"So? You gonna eat that or fuck it?" A woman's voice, familiar, gruff. "There's people waitin'."

The words, echoing down the tunnel, sank into the reporter's brain immediately. Someone else out there, touching her. People waiting. Eat or fuck.

Lois Lane swallowed as she realized that people must have heard them fucking. Formed a line. Now they all wanted their piece. They were about to run a train on her. What had started as a chance encounter had just turned into Lois Lane, Public Cum Dump. Metropolis' newest bicycle.

The reporter stared ahead into the darkness. It felt like it was too late to get away. And if she crawled back out...well, now she was outnumbered and faced with a crowd of horny potential rapists.

Fucked if I do, fucked if I don't, Lois banged her fist against the stony floor of the tunnel. What the hell am I going to do? Just sit here and let half of Metropolis fuck me because I can't make a goddamned decision?