Clark Kent, To The Rescue

Lois nearly froze as she saw who was at the door. Clark Kent. The big, bumbling...broad-shouldered...handsome...puppydog-eyed...ex-linebacker...farmboy...with a cock. The reporter's heart seemed to skip a beat...and then began to beat furiously. She smiled as a wicked plan came to mind. A way to finally satisfy her urges.

The reporter hurriedly threw on a robe, pulled the dildo out of her ass and threw it in the bathroom, and opened the door.

"Come in Smallville!" She said, nearly dragging him in by his sleeve. The reporter slammed and locked the door behind him. "You can't believe how glad I am to see you!"

"Lois," Clark stood a bit abashed, seeing her in her robe, and tried not to stare. "Sorry to come here so late, but you weren't answering your phone and I...thought you might be in distress." He answered lamely.

Lois could scarce imagine what had sent her co-worker at the Daily Planet to her apartment at this time of night, but she wasn't about to look a gift-dick in the mouth, so to speak.

"Yes Clark, actually I do need help with something." She put her hands on his chest. That broad, muscular chest. He was really imposing, if he just stood up a little taller and threw his shoulders back. For the first time in her life, Lois was looking at Clark as a sexual being, and she had to admit she liked what she saw. But the reporter also had more immediate needs. Ones that she was now determined for Clark Kent to fulfill.

"Of course, Lois, anything," He said, eyes wide and innocent.

"Clark..." She took his tie and began to unknot it. "I need you to fuck my ass. Right now."

The great blue eyes blinked behind their dorky glasses. As if the brain behind them couldn't process what the ears had told him.

"Lois...are you feeling alright?"

Lois tossed the tie over her shoulder. She began to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt, then gave up and began to undo the buckle of his pants.

"Smallville, I've had a really bad night. I need this. You wouldn't turn down a damsel in distress, would you?" Lois whipped off the belt. There was bright red underwear underneath, and her hands latched onto that. One of Clark's big hands gently wrapped around her wrists.

"Lois, look at me," he said.

She raised her eyes. There were tears in them. Her secret weapon. The reporter's whole body began to shake, her ass felt so empty and she was set to break down and cry right then and there.

"Please Clark," she half-sobbed. "If you care about me at all...just fuck me in the ass. I'm begging you. I just...I really..."

His other arm came around her shoulders. Crushed her to that broad chest. He was warm, she could feel the heat of him through his clothes. Smelled good, too...like laundry left out on a summer day. Warm tears trickled down her cheeks.

"You're not under duress?" He asked softly. "No one is making you do this, you're not being mind-controlled, anything like that?"

"No!" She said, and sniffled. "I just...I need it. I need it so badly. You don't understand. I just need a big, friendly cock in my asshole right now. I need to feel it. I tried earlier with a toy and it just...it doesn't..."

Lois Lane looked up at him, and the way Clark's hair was haloed by the light...he stared as though he was looking straight through her.

"Alright Lois," he said softly. "If that's what you want. I just...don't want to talk advantage. It's not every day a beautiful woman throws herself at me and asks me to..."

"Smallville," Lois said smiling. "I appreciate that. Trust me when I say there's no-one I'd rather have ream me out tonight."