What Do You Look Like When You Cum?

"On your chat program. You showed those strangers...and now I want to see it for myself."

Lois blushed harder...but she knew this was part of the game. If she refused...if she could refuse...she would lose.

Losing was not something Lois Lane was prepared to do.

Slowly, deliberately, the reporter slid her hand down the front of her pants. Fingers crawled beneath the thin, lacy material of the underwear, past the neatly trimmed tangle of pubic hair, and played over her netherlips. It was warm and cramped inside of her pants, and Lois rubbed back and forth for a moment, trying to feel how close she might be... but it was no good just going through the motions. For her, she always needed something to focus on, some scenario, some erotic fantasy...

Ironically, it was the mention of the chat program that piqued her interest. Lois watched Blaze watch her...and rubbed harder.

It was different than the chat program, because Blaze knew who she was. Even fully clothed, Lois felt exposed...and that thrilled her, a little. It was odd, but she never felt threatened by Superman. For all of his power, she knew he would never hurt her. Blaze though...even across a dark room, she exuded menace. Like Lois was a piece of meat that she might snatch up at her whim. Even this game was a display of her power.

Lois shuddered, rubbing harder, focusing on her clitoris. She wondered what Blaze would do to her, given a chance. Already he was amused seeing Lois **** herself in front of her...and she knew Lois' fear and desire...how easy it would be to make that a reality...

The reporter stared into those cold eyes and felt her nipples harden, pushing against her bra. She could totally see Blaze watching her as some nameless thug took her from behind. The image excited her, and Lois rubbed harder, focusing on her clitoris...most of her lover were so intent on fucking her, they never paid much attention to her love button. All they wanted to do was plunge their hard cocks in and out of her, like a piece of meat...and Lois would wait until they shuddered and climaxed, coaxing their cream out of them, and then later on she would slip away to finish the job with her fingers...

Except now Blaze was here, watching, and Lois made a little noise in her throat her pussy clamped down and her fingers pressed hard against her swollen clit...and those hungry eyes watched her, alive with interest, as Lois lost control, just for a moment, just for a little orgasm...and the reporter huffed as she took her wet fingers out of her pants.

"Your turn." Blaze smiled.