Chapters tagged lois lane

by Zeebop

Chapter 4

There were tables at the back of the bar. Lois saw the paddles, the red plastic cups. Two smiling young men, white and black, on one side, their names were Jorge and Mac; the reporter took up her position next to the green-haired young woman, whose name it turned out was Aimee....

by Zeebop

Chapter 5

"Time out!" Lois cried. She reached down under her shirt, unhooked her bra, and pulled it off. She let the black cups rest on the head of her drunken, passed-out partner. The reporter grabbed Aimee's paddle out of her unsuspecting hand. Dual-wielding the two paddles, she planted...

by Zeebop

Chapter 6

Among the crowd, Poison Ivy watched. She had seen Aimee dose the reporter's beer with Ivy's new toxin, but Lois Lane was showing none of the discoordination and drowsiness that she should have demonstrated—indeed, by the way the woman was kicking her minions' ass at beer pong, it...

by Zeebop

Chapter 7

With her peripheral vision, the reporter had noted that there were doors at the back of the club—obviously what had been offices back when this had been a warehouse, now apparently converted into private rooms. The reporter swayed a little as she directed her two "slaves" to pick...

by Zeebop

Chapter 8

"So...do you boys come here often?" Lois Lane said, then sipped her beer. Jorge and Mac looked at each other. "We're not boys," Mac said. He was the Black man of the pair...and seated next to Lois, the reporter found her eyes drawn down to the crotch of his pants, and the disti...

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Chapter 9

It was Mac that made the first move, the Black man's hand sliding up the reporter's thigh to cup her crotch. "Hey," he said, voice low and deep. "We've answered your questions. Why don't you order us to do something else?" Jorge had shifted in his seat, one hand sliding up unde...

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Chapter 10

It was Mac that answered. The Black man met and held the reporter's eyes. "We were having a good time. Sure, they had a bit to drink. We had a bit of fun. They touched us, we touched them...and eventually, our pants came off. You want to see what they saw?" Both Mac and Jorge s...

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Chapter 12

Sometimes, luck can be pushed too far. For Lois Lane, the spores, coupled with the drinks she had already had, overwhelmed her. She was in a deep sleep as Jorge and Mac began their work. The reporter moaned softly, but did not wake, as Mac grabbed her breasts and squeezed them r...

by Zeebop

Chapter 3

A new song started. Lois Lane could feel the deep bass beat causing the dance floor to vibrate. Hot young bodies crowded onto the floor as the lights shifted to a startling emerald green...the strippers in their cages shifted to a bump and grind...and before she knew it, the repo...

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Chapter 4

One hand slipped under the reporter's shirt. Lois Lane gasped as she felt fingers on the naked skin of her flat stomach—but her dancing partner was bolder than that. Warm, slim fingers slipped behind the waistband of the reporter's tight red pants, and slid down, beneath the lacy...

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Chapter 5

A thrill of excitement went down Poison Ivy's spine as the reporter, who had stiffened in her arms, began to move. All around them, the dancers bumped and moved. A few people watched as Lois Lane's thumbs dug into the waistband of her pants, and pulled sharply downward. The tight...

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Chapter 6

The words were delivered in a husky voice that Lois could barely hear above the music...yet somehow they cut right through the feverish heat that gripped the reporter's brain. Lois struggled through a confusion of emotions as she brought her arms down to lift up her shirt...and t...

by Zeebop

Chapter 7

Poison Ivy pulled her fingers out of the reporter's snatch...and to her horror, the mostly-naked reporter found herself turning around to see her tormentor for the first time. The top looked to have been torn from a once-elegant strapless green dress, one that barely covered Ivy...

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Chapter 8

Lois Lane buried her tongue in Ivy's twat. All she could smell was the weirdly floral musk of the villain's bush, all she could taste was the sour juices that burned her tongue and lips, all she could hear was the pounding of blood in her ears and the thump of the music...yet the...

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Chapter 9

The reporter sputtered and coughed with her tongue still buried inside Poison Ivy's honeyed asshole. Around her, she could feel the temperature climb as the crowd closed in...the music was nothing more than a bass vibration through the floor. As she began to sweat and squirm bene...

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Chapter 10

Beneath Poison Ivy's ass, Lois Lane struggled. Her tongue swirled around and around the hot, wet hole that seemed to suck on the intruding member. Pussy juice dripped into the reporter's eyes, which stung and teared up. Around her, Lois could hear the heavy breathing get louder.....

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Chapter 11

Fingers scraped at the reporter's thighs. Ivy's sweaty asshole opened more easily, and more of Lois Lane's tongue slid up into the woman's bum...but the Daily Planet's greatest reporter was more focused on another tongue and another hole. Down between her legs, some beaver more e...

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Chapter 12

The silent crowd did not know the redhead who pushed her way through to be the first to get her lips on Lois Lane's pussy. Nor did they care. The lithe, athletic young woman was attractive in her own right: the long legs were well-muscled, the tight cut-off shorts hugged her well...

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Chapter 13

The crowd gathered closer. Lois Lane could hear the shuffle of their feet, smell the sexual excitement in the air. There was that air of quiet anticipation, like a porn shoot as the performers took to their marks. Yet even as the reporter's tongue ran around and around inside Poi...

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Chapter 14

Batgirl had been staking out the club when Lois Lane had stepped in. Even dressed for a night out, with those tight red pants and heels, the Caped Crusader knew the only thing that could have brought the Daily Reporter's greatest reporter to this particular club was the same thin...