Chapters tagged lois lane

by Zeebop

Chapter 11

Minutes ticked by. Lois Lane imagined Tyrell out there in the club, staring at his phone, watching her stab the tube in and out of her ass, jilling herself off for him. Her teeth gnawed at her inner cheeks, not wanting to ruin her lipstick. _Was it sexy enough?_ Lois wondered. _...

by Zeebop

Chapter 12

Lois Lane descended the stairs in silence. No roar of a crowd. No hum of activity. At the bottom of the stairwell was a metal door. Her heart hammered in her breast as she pushed it open...and closed her eyes to slits against the light. It had been a carpark at one point, just a...

by Zeebop

Chapter 13

Chocolate skin disappeared in a blaze of green light. Lois Lane stared as she saw the pink tits jiggle on the Black woman's chest beneath the blue bikini-top. If she hadn't seen it happen with her own eyes, she would not believe that the perky, milk-white titties belonged to a Bl...

by Zeebop

Chapter 6

The words were out of the reporter's mouth before she even realized what she had said. Her cheeks blushed red as she realized what she had just admitted...but Tyrell simply smiled and placed his hands on her hips. The lights shifted and music changed. A dull, thumping beat, gree...

by Zeebop

Chapter 7

The private rooms were passed a velvet rope and through a door guarded by two big black men, and ran off to either side of a small corridor. The decor shifted from grubby illegal club aesthetic to money: mahogany wood, plush red carpet that Lois Lane's heels sank into, old brass...

by Zeebop

Chapter 8

It must have been the drinks. Lois Lane knew her tolerance for , yet she was still taken aback at how tipsy she felt already. Her steps were a little unsteady as she stepped into the bathroom, her body unnaturally warm. She twisted the spigot and let water spew into the si...

by Zeebop

Chapter 9

Instinct moved the reporter. Even half-drunk and , Lois Lane had a keen sense of danger, and a sudden surge of adrenaline gave her strength. She grabbed at the towel rack above the toilet... ...and his brown hands closed on her forearms. When he pulled her back, it ripped...

by Zeebop

Chapter 10

The reporter screamed. She fought like a wildcat, until the metal bar bent and broke on his skull. She dropped the useless instrument, and her thumbs dug into the possessed man's eyes as the heat of the scaly cock made Lois Lane's pants melt. Horns burst through Tyrell's forehead...

by Zeebop

Chapter 5

"No thanks," the reporter said. Lois could feel how oddly frisky and eager she was, but something about this man triggered her instincts. His pearly white smile stayed on his face, but the dark eyes narrowed. "Don't be like that, baby," the Black man said. One hand reached out a...

by Zeebop

Chapter 6

The reporter's instincts warned her that something was wrong—but curiosity compelled Lois Lane to stay put, at least until she had heard Tyrell out. With a wary smile, she allowed Tyrell to lead her away from the dance floor toward the tables...and, as luck would have it, they fo...

by Zeebop

Chapter 7

Lois Lane almost sputtered when he said that. "The Mafia? Like, the actual Mafia? Not the Russian Mafia, or the Irish Mob, or the Golden Dragons Tong, or Intergang, or Joker's Gang but—the actual Mafia?" Her voice conveyed her utter disbelief. Tyrell nodded. "Michael Corleone s...

by Zeebop

Chapter 8

Lois Lane struggled not to show her disappointment as her fingers traced the short and stubby outline of Tyrell's cock. She was not a size queen by any means—and she knew that all those stories about Black men being generously endowed in the dick department were just bad racial s...

by Zeebop

Chapter 9

The pop came quicker than either of them expected. One minute Lois had wrapped her hand around his stiff little prick, rubbing thumb and forefinger over his head...and the next minute hot nutbutter splashed over her fingers, Tyrell's hips jerking as he emptied himself out. The re...

by Zeebop

Chapter 10

The reporter blinked. A part of her was curious to see what was going on down there—curious too to see how big the "Big Man" really was. Yet something in her gut screamed at her that this was a bad idea...and her head, for once, concurred. Signing up to get was a stupid mov...

by Zeebop

Chapter 11

In a quiet corner of the stairwell, Lois Lane Tyrell hard against the wall. Her grip on his wrist didn't relax for a moment. She pressed the stun gun against the side of his neck. Yet she left his left hand free. Tyrell was angry, tense...but still more scared of whoever...

by Zeebop

Chapter 4

"Hola, chica." Lois Lane blinked and turned. A woman hung off the bar there...tall, able to stare the reporter in the eyes even though Lois was sitting on a tall stool. Black tights gripped muscular calves and thighs, and stretched up over a thick waist with wide hips. Her shirt...

by Zeebop

Chapter 5

Taken aback by the Latina's forwardness, Lois Lane sipped her drink and herself to look into those almost-black eyes. Anything to keep herself from staring at those breasts. "I came here looking for some women..." Lois said, not sure whether honesty was the best policy or...

by Zeebop

Chapter 6

From the darkness, Lois Lane emerged into the light. It was full of tits. The reporter blinked, taken unawares as she followed Valeria into the dressing room. A half-dozen women in various stages of dress and undress were scattered about. Lois saw a slim young Asian woman dusti...

by Zeebop

Chapter 7

There was a liquid soap dispenser on the wall. Lois Lane filled her hands, cheeks burning. None of the women in the dressing room even blinked to see two women, one of them topless, head into the communal shower area. _It's okay, Lane_, Lois thought to herself. _You're not gay....

by Zeebop

Chapter 8

Water burst out of the spigot in a torrent, catching the reporter in its cold blast. Valeria laughed as Lois Lane sputtered, stepped back...and then the Latina was on her, those fat soapy tits pressed into the wet white t-shirt, her hot lips pressed against the reporter's own......