The world's most cunning and diabolical criminal mind, Lex Luthor, lay back across his mean prison cot, his head supported against the painted concrete wall, eyes closed. His fist caressed his cock, dreaming of his glory days when young beauties were drawn like moths to his flame, or at least to his ready cash. He had grown fond of one of those beauties, she who had stayed with him in his secret lair in the abandoned Gotham subway tunnels. Although not his intellectual equal, she was possessed of a compliant nature, a beautiful ass, an overflowing rack and a wonderful pair of cocksucking lips. Ah, those lips, wrapped around his cock, pumping up and down as he clutched his fingers in her lacquered hair...
...until that bastard, Superman, had foiled his nefarious schemes - by sheer luck, mind you – breaking into Lex Luthor's lair, exposing his plans and humiliating him! Now, the criminal mastermind lived in a solitary cell in the high security wing of the prison, fisting his cock and dreaming of revenge.
Then, his anger subsided and his mind returned to the woman's ass stretching her sheath dress, her white tits spilling from its bodice as she bent over his cock, sucking...
His cum pending, something, maybe a faint noise, caused him to open his eyes. Then, they widened in shock. Impossible! In his tiny cell, looming over him, not a yard away from his knees, stood an apparition of female pulchritude, clad in a skin-tight, black, hooded jumpsuit, a black domino mask surrounding her eyes. His heart pounded, his fist opened and he stared, cock falling and forgotten, trying to recalibrate his mighty brain to account for this new reality. Even in such close proximity, her outline blurred and shifted, straining his eyes. Was she wearing a stealth fabric – could such a thing exist?
Lex threw his weight forward to rise, but could not move. A glance down showed pearlescent webbing lightly holding him down to the cot and against the wall. Although surprised, he did not fear this situation. He never did – he could defeat any opponent by sheer intellectual force. Besides, the appearance of this beauty was the most intriguing phenomenon of his stay in the big house.
Then her scent surrounded him. A sudden fog of lust threatened to swamp his intellect. His cock suddenly retumesced, larger than ever, rampant to feel her touch. She gracefully knelt, sweeping back the hood to reveal rich, blonde tresses. She spread his knees and leaned over his shaft, cradling his bursting organ in one hand, his balls in the other. Her eyes dropped briefly to inspect her handful, then rose to his face. He saw that her eyes were odd behind her mask. At first glance, they appeared to be of the ordinary blue, albeit lovely, variety, but they had a supraordinary luster. She smiled slightly, then bent her head to his cock and ran her tongue from his balls up to the tip, inspiring a drop of clear fluid to materialize and start drooling over her fingers. He started at the sudden sensation and groaned, "Yes, bitch! That's it. Suck my giant cock!"
Above one side of her mask, an eyebrow made a momentary appearance and her head tilted quizzically, but she bent again to her task without demur. She plunged her mouth down around his cock.
He groaned loudly as the slippery heat and wriggling tongue assaulted his cock. Raising her mouth from his straining flesh, she spoke in a rich voice, "Now Lex, you wouldn't want the guards to hear you, would you?"
He shook his head and whispered, "Suck me!"
