Chapters tagged lois lane

by Zeebop

Chapter 6

A familiar carrot-top stood framed in the doorway. Lois blushed at the sudden flash of his camera. The flash went off half a dozen more times as Lois held up her hands, to try and disguise her face. "Dammit, Olsen," Lois cursed...and he stopped. She lowered her hands, and saw th...

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Chapter 7

Lois licked her lips as she saw the bulge in Jimmy's underwear. She placed a hand on the tightey-whiteys. A pleasant heat radiated through her palm, and up to the tip of her middle finger, where a small damp stain appeared. "Alright, Jimmy," she said with a smile. "I suppose you...

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Chapter 8

The cock in her pussy pulled out suddenly, and a few moments Lois felt a familiar hot rain on her ass—Olsen must have gotten a good look at the scene, from his vantage point. The smooth pounding of her hips against the condom-clad cock beyond the wall, the sudden withdrawal, the...

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Chapter 9

"Since you're here anyway, Olsen." Lois said. "You're going to help me." Lois brushed past him out of the stall, to touch up her makeup. She wish she'd thought to bring a toothbrush or mouthwash; her breath was going to smell like jizz to whomever she met. "Gee Miss Lane," Jimm...

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Chapter 10

"It started out as a joke," the ginger-haired young man said, as he led Lois out into the crowded bar, and down a dark stairwell. The steps were sticky, and the reporter didn't want to touch the rails. "One of my girlfriends dared me to come down here—she thought it would be hot...

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Chapter 11

There was a line in the bathroom. Eager young twinks and sissies, a regular drag queen's ball, standing in agitated expectation before a hole in the wall. Jimmy walked past them to the other side. There was a kneepad there, and a box of wet wipes. A fresh bottle of Evian, and, m...

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Chapter 12

It was a flyer, glued high enough on the stall to keep it clear of the usual scrawl of graffiti and mutilation. As Jimmy Olsen sucked cock, the slightly drunk reporter read the flyer. > TIRED OF SUCKING COCK? > OF COURSE NOT! Intrigued, she read on. > WHY SETTLE FOR THESE LI...

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Chapter 13

Lois Lane gave one last look at Jimmy Olsen. The redhead was bobbing, lips pushing against the gloryhole as he sought to take all of the dick in his mouth. All of his world narrowed down to the dick her was sucking. She silently wished him luck, and slipped noiselessly out of the...

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Chapter 14

Lois Lane felt a strange trepidation as she stared at the black door. It was a solid rectangle of darkness, smooth as mercury, strangely lustrous as the light of her phone played on it. Gathering her courage, the reporter raised her fist to knock on it. "What do you want?" The...

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Chapter 15

"I never...I never drank pee," Lois said. Her face flushed at the admission. It was a strange thing to be embarrassed about—most people, she imagined, had never drank pee. Yet here she was, trying to imagine something dirty enough to get inside this cult, and that of all things w...

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Chapter 16

Wet palms against the knees of her tight red pants. Lois held the head of the cock in her mouth. Without prompting, her tongue slid out, the tip playing around the foreskin. The voice hadn't asked her to do that, and Lois had acted on instinct. Her tongue pressed, pushing back ag...

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Chapter 17

The cock slid forward...and Lois Lane's eyes went wide as she felt the long, slow slide of the python as it slid down her throat. This was beyond anything in the reporter's experience, and for a moment Lois almost panicked, almost pulled away from the door, or tried to bite...but...

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Chapter 18

Lois Lane stifled a moan. It wasn't just the cock in her mouth, or her throat, or her ass. It was the whole sensation of the whole long thing that had pushed through her entire body. She could feel the heat of it, the pulse. The reporter sat there transfixed before the Black Door...

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Chapter 19

The cockhead squirmed inside the reporter's pussy...she frowned around the terrible organ as she felt something hot and sticky like fresh tar ooze out of her slit. Brought ooze-covered fingers up before her eyes, staring in horror at the black mess the clutched onto them...and th...

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Chapter 20

Lois Lane stumbled into darkness, pants still around her knees. A hand held hers, guided her along. The fingers on her inner wrist were warm. Someone pressed something damp and dry against her face—a towel. Another slid between her legs as the reporter ground to a stop. The repor...

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Chapter 8

They were getting close. Lois could feel it in the urgency of the thrusts as she was taken on both ends, Jimmy's balls bouncing on her chin, the steadily increasing rhythmic slam of hips against the bathroom wall. She wanted to lose herself in the moment, to take it all in...but...

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Chapter 9

Jimmy gulped. Lois smiled, but didn't let go or tighten her grip. She could feel the sticky cum still on her face. "Do you understand me, Jimmy? You've had your fun, and now I own your balls. You will only cum when and where I say—and if I find you jerking off, or sticking it in...

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Chapter 10

His testicles were still in her palm. Every time they began to sag and relax, her fingers squeezed until the nails bit into the flesh. Jimmy Olsen stood on tenterhooks as she fixed the makeup as well as she could one-handed. At any moment, someone might come in and see them—and t...

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Chapter 11

It was a show of dominance. Lois Lane released his testicles and pressed her soiled hand into his face. "Clean me." "Gee whizz, Miss Lane..." She shoved her palm into his lips. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that she could feel his teeth against the heel of her hand....

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Chapter 12

Down a stair. A long, graffiti-covered hallway. To a plain, featureless black door...and standing before it, a huge black man that could have been a linebacker on the Metropolis Meteors. His biceps were thicker than Lois Lane's thighs, and stretched the sleeves of his matter blac...