Lexluthors Girlfriend Jimmy Olsen 01

Lex Luthor's Girlfriend, Jimmy Olsen

Groomed to be a Slut!

by Mistress Tawny Suede

Introduction

As long time readers know, I just can't seem to get enough of Superman's crossdressing pal, Jimmy Olsen. Most of my other JO stories are based on the silver age version of the character, but this story is about the bronze age version. This story is set in the era created by John Byrne.

Superman did not develop his powers until his late teens. Lois Lane is a very aggressive well known reporter by the time that Clark Kent is hired by the Daily Planet. At the time of this story, they have been dating but are not yet engaged. Lex Luthor is not a bald scientific genius but rather is a red headed, hard hearted cruel business man with definite evil criminal purposes.

And Jimmy Olsen is a barely eighteen year old, slightly built, cub reporter only recently hired at the Daily Planet. He is young and eager. He admires Lois and Clark and wants to become a famous reporter, just like them. He has met Superman several times, but there have been no adventures in outer space, and he has not been transformed into a werewolf or a turtleman, or any other weird version of himself.

He has never crossdressed, never thought to put on a bra. He may have tried on a pair of his foster mother's panties once, out of curiosity, but never has he considered dressing as a girl... until now.

Chapter 1 - Seduction

"One minute, Mr. Luthor!" the large black chauffeur turned to look over his shoulder from his seat at the wheel of the large black limousine.

"You are ready, Mrs. Bascombe?" Lex Luthor eyed the tall statuesque blonde woman beside him in the car. Normally he would have any woman down on her knees sucking his cock, but he had hired this woman for a very special purpose. Kent and Lane had proved intractable and difficult to manipulate. He had been making headway with Perry White, holding some indecent photos of his wife as surety, but then the bitch had gone and died, leaving him no hold over the senior editor at the Daily Planet.

With this one, he was going to try a different tact. A very different tact.

"Eyes forward, Anton!" Lex Luthor snapped at the driver. "On your task!"

Felicity Bascombe was a specialist in her field. At thirty-eight years of age, she was mature but domineering. She finished the cigarette she had been smoking and then adjusted her blouse and jacket so that her ample cleavage was on display.

Luthor gave Anton the signal to start the car. It had been raining for several hours. Twilight was setting in as large puddles were gathering on the road where the drains could not handle all of the rainwater. Fifty feet in front of the parked car was a large drain which Anton had earlier partially blocked to ensure a large puddle at just that location. As Anton depressed the accelerator, the limousine surged forward and hit the puddle at just the right time to send a huge splash of water up over the sidewalk, drenching the young man passing on the sidewalk at just that moment.

"What the fuck!" exclaimed a young Jimmy Olsen as he was completely drenched with water and muck from the roadway! He walked an hour home from work each day at the Daily Planet, taking this same route. On other rainy days he had never ever been splashed by cars! Why today? Why him? And why hadn't the car swerved to avoid doing this to him! Who the fuck did they think...

His umbrella was lost. The rain was peltering down on him. Then he noticed the bright tail lights of the car that had splashed him and then stopped ahead of him. It was a large car. A very large limousine. God, he was going to give them a piece of his mind! And then the back door opened and a tall blonde woman stepped out, holding an umbrella. A very tall, very gorgeous looking woman with large breasts and very tall heels. She walked towards him, the umbrella open.

"Oh, we are SO sorry! Our driver is such a clumsy fool!" She took his arm and pulled him under the umbrella. Even in the downpour he could smell her expensive perfume. He inhaled and was lost in the headiness of her aroma. "Please, come into the car. Let us drive you home!"

Jimmy let himself be led to the car and then he was inside. The interior was large. He plopped down on a seat facing backwards, making a small splash. The woman climbed in, closing the umbrella and handed him a towel to wipe his face with.

"Our apologies to you," rumbled a deep voice. "Anton will be punished!"

Jimmy found his voice as he looked up. "Oh, I'm sure it was just an accident." And then he caught sight of the man beside the beautiful woman and his voice turned into a squeak. "Lex Luthor!"

Luthor's eyebrows raised in feigned surprise since young Jimmy Olsen has been the target of this charade all along. "Mr..... Olsen, if I'm not mistaken. Let me see... Jimmy Olsen, of the Planet. Am I correct?"

"Ye.... ye... yes sir!" Jimmy exclaimed.

"Well, I had not expected such a distinguished guest!" Luthor grinned. "Mrs. Bascombe, this is Mr. Olsen, esteemed colleague of Lois Lane and Clark Kent at the Planet. I was simply going to hand him some money to apologize and replace his ruined clothing, but this young man deserves better treatment."

"Anton", he called to the driver. "Take us to Mrs. Bascombe's residence please!"

Turning to the woman he said, as they had pre-arranged, "Please take young Mr. Olsen into your home and clean him up.! Here is some money for new clothes for the young man. Please buy him something.. suitable."

No one consulted Jimmy as to what he wanted, and in just a few minutes, the beautiful woman led Jimmy by the hand into her brownstone. As soon as they got into the foyer, Jimmy marvelled at the elegance of the fancy house! The woman tsk tsked at how thoroughly soaked Jimmy was. "Don't move off of that carpet she said. No, better yet.." she opened a door which revealed a small bathroom. "Go in there and strip off your clothes. We'll wash them for you to wear home. I'll go find you a towel and something to put on!"

A couple minutes later Jimmy was naked. Mrs. Bascombe tapped lightly on the door and opened the door just a crack to hand in a towel. "Leave your clothes on the floor. Wrap this towel around you and then go to the shower just down the hall. While you are cleaning off, I will put some clothing in the bathroom for you!"

When Jimmy stepped out of the shower, he dried himself off then looked at the clothing left for him. He opened the door a crack and said, "Mrs. Bascombe! Mrs. Bacombe! I can't wear these!"

"Well, I'm sorry dear, but you are going to have to!" the attractive woman replied from the hallway. "Your clothes are still in the washing machine, and will have to be dried after that. I'm afraid I don't have any men's clothes in the house so you will have to wear those, for an hour or two!"

"That long?" Jimmy's voice cracked. "Um. Okay, I guess."

"Come out when you are ready. I have opened a lovely red wine which I'm sure you will enjoy!". Felicity Bascombe almost giggled to herself.

A couple minutes later Jimmy Olsen emerged from the bathroom. He was wearing a pair of pink silk panties. Above this, he wore a shimmering white night gown and on top of that a fur trimmed robe. On his feet he wore fluffy slippers. "Oh you look lovely," the older woman told him. "Almost good enough to eat!" she smiled wickedly. "Here, get this inside of you!" she said, handing him a large glass of red wine.

Jimmy was extremely nervous being around this beautiful woman while he was almost naked. Looking at Mrs. Bascombe he figured she was old enough to be his mother, although he had no idea who his true mother was, having been abandoned to being raised in foster homes when he was no more than a baby. Old enough to be his mother, and yet, so very lovely. He swallowed a big gulp of wine and almost choked.

The blonde led the red headed lad to a couch in the sitting room and they both sat. Mrs. Bascombe topped up their glasses from the bottle which she went to set on the coffee table, and then exclaimed, "Oh dear, this is almost empty. I'll get us another so we girls can drink while we talk." Jimmy sat and watched the shapely figure as Mrs. Bascombe carried the almost empty bottle out to her kitchen.

Jimmy realized that he was getting a hardon which was hard to hide in the satin panties. He tried to think of other things and to shift his prick with his hands, but he suddenly realized that had put pressure on the tip of his dick and suddenly there was a wet spot on his panties where his piss hole made contact. Oh good lord, he couldn't let her see that! He shifted the robe so that it hopefully covered his groin. He took a sip of his wine, and then another. He had never had good wine before and he was enjoying it, although not the situation. He adjusted his dick again and realized that the satin panties felt really nice against his cock. He rubbed himself a bit more before remembering he was trying to get rid of the hardon, not encourage it!

Time stretched on a bit and Jimmy was beginning to wonder where his hostess had disappeared to, when she suddenly came strutting into the room, full wine bottle in hand. "I'm sorry to take so long," she told him. "But I figured you might feel more comfortable if I changed into something similar to your lingerie!" Jimmy groaned as he took in her full figure. Mrs. Bascombe was now also dressed just in lingerie. Similar to him, she was wearing a panty and bra set in pink, a sheer nightie over that, a silken robe and fluffy slippers, but whereas his were mules with no heel, hers had heels at least four inches tall! Her bra barely held her large breasts. She had refreshed her bright red lipstick.

As she sat, Jimmy inhaled her strong mesmerizing perfume. She leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. "Now its just us girls chatting!" Then she reached up and wiped a bit of lipstick from his lips. "That's better, though your lips did look nice with a bit of colour!" she told him. He blushed at the very idea!

Jimmy was spellbound as his hostess asked him many questions about himself. At first they sat a couple of feet apart, but each time that the woman leaned forward to pour more wine, or to adjust something on the table, she inched closer and soon Jimmy felt their shoulders nudging each other. The heady scent of perfume filled his nostrils, her bright lips enchanted him and her soft voice overwhelmed his mind. Several glasses of wine had his mind swirling, and wondering. Was she trying to seduce him?

Their faces were close, their mouths just inches apart when Jimmy suddenly felt a light grazing across the tip of his penis. He moaned softly and as his mouth opened, Felicity's mouth moved forward and she kissed him tenderly. He groaned and pushed his mouth harder against hers. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and he sucked on it. As he did, her hand now squeezed his dick and he grunted softly and then he came, spurting cum into his panties, quickly soaking the front. He sobbed a bit and then leaned into her shoulder, panting.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he almost cried against her, as she held him tight.

"Don't be sorry." she whispered to him. "You looked so cute and adorable. I could not resist!" Then she tilted his head up and kissed him strongly, leaning him back. She was the aggressor. She hungrily kissed him and he kissed her back. She took his hand and placed it on her breast. This was his first time touching a woman's breast and he was tentative. She reached down and cupped his groin, finding him instantly hard again. But rather than squeezing him. She moved the cum in his panties around, spreading the stain, and his embarrassment.

Then she suddenly stood up. "We have forgotten the time!" she said. "We should have moved your clothes from the washer to the dryer hours ago! I'll go do that now!" And she fled the room.

Jimmy lay back panting. He was light headed from all of the wine, and the closeness of Mrs. Bascombe. His groin was feeling cool from the wet jizz, but he could not find any tissues to clean himself up with.

Felicity Bascombe soon returned. Jimmy gasped when he saw her. She had removed her bra and panties and now just wore the four inch heels and a black nightie. Her breasts were on full display, as was her, um, gosh he guessed he should call it her pussy! He gulped. She leaned down, her firm breasts not giving anything up to gravity, and took a cigarette from a case and lit it with a heavy lighter from the table. Jimmy disliked smokers, but there was something so erotic about how she lit it.

"I'm sorry. My dryer seems to not be working well. Your clothes are going to take a few hours to dry. I am so sorry!" She took his hand and at her beckoning he stood up. She stepped in so that they were very close, the tips of her breasts actually brushed his chest! "I'm afraid we're going to have to find a way to occupy that time!" She kissed him. And kissed him again.

"You mean...?" he asked with a squeaky voice.

"Having sex?" she queried him. Then she laughed. "Of course, sweet girl. I find you strangely alluring. Of course, only if you want to. Do you want to?"

"Have sex? With you?" stammered Jimmy with a squeaky voice. "Well, yeah, I guess."

"You could sound more enthusiastic," she said. "Most men would kill to go to bed with me!"

"But your husband..."

"Husband? Oh sweet girl. There is no Mr. Bascombe. Once, a long long time ago, yes. But no longer. I live here alone and I indulge myself as I wish. You do wish me to... indulge you?" she smiled and Jimmy was almost afraid.

"Well yes. Please." Jimmy tried to kiss her, but she pulled back.

"On my terms, you understand?" she said.

Jimmy nodded. He didn't know what she meant. But he was a virgin. He had never fucked a girl. And here was a woman twice his age who was eager to have sex with him. "Of course, anything you say!" he told her.

"Come with me." She led him by the hand, up some stairs to the second level, through her large bedroom and into a large walk in closet with a makeup table and jewellery cases.

"I prefer my men to be big and brawny. Muscular and strong, with large cocks." Jimmy looked down at his feet, embarrassed. "But I also find that I have a taste for young delicate women in my bed. Someone who I can dominate and who will do what I want. I find they eat my pussy better than any man and I love their softness and tenderness."

Jimmy sat at the makeup table, afraid to say no to anything. This woman wanted to have sex with him. He had really meant it when he said he would do anything for her. So he did not object while she applied makeup to his face and his eyes and then some lipstick to his lips. She stood when she told him to. She removed his nightie and fastened a bra around his chest and then tsked and put a different nightie on him. "You look so lovely." she kept telling him as she worked on him. "Beautiful." she said as she used berets to hold his hair back strategically. Finally she clipped a couple of earrings to his lobes and then stood him up and led him to a full length mirror.

As she worked, she smoked a cigarette and then lit another. This one looked different and the smoke smelled sickly sweet to Jimmy. The odour was no unpleasant. When she sometimes exhaled in front of him he breathed in the heady scent of the smoke, and her perfume.

She stood behind him, her large tits pressed into his back and her hands softly roaming over his body as he finally saw himself in the mirror.

"You will never be the big brawny man, but for tonight, you can be soft and tender." She reached down and cupped his cock in her hands, and kissed him deeply. "Can you do that for me?" she asked.

Jimmy nodded. He would do anything at this point. Literally anything.

He stared at the pretty girl in the mirror, realizing that it was he himself. He stood on one hip, then the other, raised and lowered his hands, and the girl in the mirror mimicked him. "Yes, darling, that is you!" Mrs Bascombe whispered in his ear and then her teeth nibbled at his earlobe, playing with the clip-on earring. One hand reached under his bra cup and squeezed his nipple gently. He moaned and lay his head back on the woman's shoulder. She kissed his cheek and then turned his head enough to slide her tongue into his mouth, but only briefly. Jimmy was lost in pleasure as her hands stimulated various parts of his body.

He was a boy. He wished she would not tease him, calling him a girl. But gosh, he did look good, and he did say he would do anything, because she promised to let him fuck her. She had promised hadn't she? And then his doubts were swept away as her hand reached into his panties and she firmly grasped his dick and pulled it out in plain sight, in the mirror. He almost cried at how good it felt as she began to pump his cock.

He licked his lips, tasting his own lipstick. His knees felt weak, but Mrs. Bascombe's other hand held him firmly, her large breasts pushing into his back. "Does that feel nice sweety? Such a pretty clittie! Oh, you are such a sweet girlie boy. I love pretty boys. But I especially like sweet pretty girls."

Jimmy could not help but moan again. Her hand felt so good on his dick. No one else had ever touched his cock before. He had masturbated many times, but never had his hand felt so good as hers did on his dick. Oh fuck, he could feel his balls churning!

"Look at yourself. Such a plain boy, but such a pretty girl! Oh baby, do you want to cum for me? Do you want to shoot your sperm all over the pretty girl!"

"Oh god yes, oh fuck! Please let me cum! Please make me cum!" Jimmy panted.

"Is she a pretty girl? Is the girl in the mirror pretty! Do you want to cum for her?"

"Oh yes! She's pretty. I'm pretty! Just let me cum. Please!!"

Felicity Bascombe continued to tweak one of the young reporter's nipples, and kissed his neck as she quickened the pace of her pumping and in moments Jimmy's legs quivered and he gasped as he shot thick ropes of cum onto the mirror in front of him, spraying jizz across his own feminized image. After several strong spurts, the woman wiped the tip of his dick with a tissue, so as not to soil her own nightie, then turned the boy so he was facing her.

She pulled him in closely, and engulfed his mouth in hers. As he was not being aggressive in any way, she took one of his hands and placed it on one of her large tits. She wanted to keep him stimulated and interested. So many men lost interest in sex after they came, but she was determined to keep her prey's mind engaged for quite awhile.

"Do you like my breasts?" she asked him softly. He looked up at her and nodded. She pulled his mouth to one of her nipples and said, "Suck me!" Willing to do whatever she asked, Jimmy licked tentatively at the stiff nipple, and then sucked it fully into his mouth. He had cum twice already but his cock started to rise yet again. Ah, the benefits of youth, Felicity thought. So long as that dick was stiff, she could continue to manipulate the boy. The task that Lex Luthor had set her was looking much easier.

Of his own accord, Jimmy switched to her other breast. She leant her head down and kissed the lad on his forehead. As he sucked, she took his hand and led it to her pussy. Jimmy felt the soft fur and then his finger touched her pussy lips. Oh my god, he actually had his fingers on a woman's sex. He shivered and his cock went fully rigid. Mrs. Bascombe pushed his hand fully against her quim. "Do you feel that? You've made me so wet! I need your cock! You do want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Oh yes. Please yes!" Jimmy replied. His voice was soft, almost as if he felt he might scare her away. His hand was very moist, damp with her pussy secretions.

She led him to the bed. She kissed him, but then sat him down. He was panting with lust. She went to her dresser and returned with a couple of tissues and a tube of lipstick. "A girl must look her best in bed." she told him as she wiped off his lipstick and then took a few moments to re-apply it. She smiled at the results. She then climbed up on the bed, lay back with pillows against the head board and spread her legs wide.