Kissing Lex Luthor's Ass

Billionaire industrialist and mad scientist and Lex Luthor was certainly wealthy enough to have women literally kiss his ass—but like most men, had never felt the need to actually do it. Now he felt the unfamiliar touch of warm lips on his sensitive anus, Ivy's noise buried in his taint.

"What are you..." and then, too late, he remembered the lipstick.

The paralytic was absorbed quickly, Ivy knew, as she pressed her tongue against his sphincter. But she waited until his thrusts into the bimbofied Lois Lane had frozen, his cock impossibly stiff and hard inside of her. Then, and only then, did she take her mouth off of his lips.

Lois Lane, having finally noticed that Lex had stopped fucking her, was trying to grind her pussy on his dick. Poison Ivy observed this in disdain.

"Enough of that," she uttered. "Get off of him. Now!"

Flinching under the woman's voice, Lois obediently clambered off of the billionaire's cock...although Ivy noticed she immediately slipped a hand down to her pussy and began fingering herself.

"The paralytic toxin is non-fatal, and will wear off in a few hours." Frozen with his cock stiff and dribbling, Ivy knew that he could hear her, even if he could do little more than blink and breathe at the moment. "Just so you know, Luthor...I despise rapists. When you hired me for this project, it was under the grounds that all sexual activity would be explicitly consensual. You broke that rule. Now you have to face the penalty. Lois?"

The reporter, engrossed with rubbing her clit, looked up blankly.

"Kick Lex in the balls. As hard as you can." She ordered.

Automatically, Lois walked over, drew back her foot, and drove her toes in between Lex Luthor's testicles. A gasp of escaping air hissed out of his clenched teeth, paralyzed vocal cords unable to scream.

"Again," Ivy said.

The bimbofied reporter giggled as her foot landed an inch to the right. Lex Luthor's left testicle appeared to explode within its sack, which turned a deep violet. A single tear slipped down from the billionaire's eye.

"Keep kicking him," Ivy said, reaching down between her legs to rub her slit. "Pound those big, virile balls into jelly."