Clark Kent Becomes Her Best Customer

Lois Lane's memories swirled, reshuffled, rearranged themselves. She remembered now how, once she had taken money once, it had been easier next time...and the next...until it became her "side hustle," a secondary revenue sream, and she took the appropriate precautions. Regular birth control and appointments for STI. Keeping aware of relevant laws, managing her finances. Dressing for success...and making the most of opportunities as they arrived.

Clark Kent, straight from Kansas, had all the signs of an easy mark. Not that he would probably ever need to pay for it, with those broad shoulders and strong chin, but Lois noticed how he was almost painfully shy, polite to a fault among women, no mention of a wife or girlfriend...and he was so fun to tease. It wasn't five minutes after they had met that Lois was re-tying his tie for him, watching the blush spread across those cheekbones...and something inside of her told her to go for it. So on a tour of the Daily Planet, they had slid into a maintenance room...and she locked the door behind them.

"Ever paid for a date, Smallville?" She asked, looking past those black plastic frames into sky-blue eyes.

"I, uh...gosh, no, Lois," Kent had said dumbly. "I mean...I always thought that girls..."

"No girls here, Clark Kent," Lois laid one hand on his broad chest. High school quarterback for sure. "Only women. I'm not like those teenage girls you knew back home. The thing about grown-ups is, they get to take control of their sexuality...make their own terms."

She pressed her hand against his crotch, and smiled at the big bulge there. Technically she was sexually harassing him right now, but he wasn't resisting.

"All I'm saying Smallville is that you don't have to suffer. We don't have to play games. A little quid pro quo, and we're both happy. Guaranteed." She had stared into his eyes as she said it, fingertips gently rubbing his balls beneath his pants. Smiled gently. "Tell you what. First taste is free."

He stiffened, a bit of Puritan resolve. Kent was bigger and stronger than her, he could have escaped in a moment. But he did nothing as Lois unzipped his pants and fished out his cock.

"You're not doing anything wrong, Smallville," Lois said, unable to keep a smile off her face as her hand closed on his cock, which was thicker than normal, just like she liked. "Just two consenting adults."

He didn't say yes, just then. Neither did he say no.

Lois popped into a squat, legs wide, her ass resting on her heels as she came face-to-crotch with his thick dick. He had been circumcised, the scar so faint and regular that it might had been done with a laser, and he kept himself clean. Her small tongue ran around the swollen, rubbery purple glans without a hint of smegma. The tip of her tongue teased his urethra, which was bigger than any she had ever seen, almost splitting his glans in two...and it surprised her when the tip of her tongue slid into the piss slit, her mouth muscle tingling as it tasted his precum. Above, Lois heard her new client moan.

Without wasting time, Lois opened her mouth wide and glomped on his cock, lips wrapped around her teeth as she took the whole of his head into her, jaws aching a little as she pushed herself forward...and just in time.

Imagine hoovering a cup of bitter yogurt, almost boiling hot, all at once. Only by dint of long practice did Lois not gag, kept his lips shut as spurt after nasty, gooey spurt coated her tongue. It was thick as glue and for half a second there was no end of it, and Lois had no chance to spit. She swallowed, the heavy, hot load moving down her throat like molasses...and somehow, swallowing that bitter virgin seed made the reporter wet and her knees tremble a little.

Yet she was a professional now. Ran her tongue all around and over that swollen knob, to leave it as clean as when she had found it. Smiled up at Clark Kent so he could see his baby batter on her teeth, coating her tongue, before she ran her tongue around and around, and this time swallowed again, so that he could see it. As a flourish, she left a kiss on his pecker, the remains of her smeared lipstick clearly visible on his glans as she stuffed the deflating python back in his pants.

"Now, next time," Lois said. "It will cost you. But don't you think that's worth a little compensation?"

"Yes," he squeaked out.

"And if you ever want more..." she smiled and straightened up. "You're a man, Smallville. You don't have to play games to get what you want. I'm not cheap and I'm not easy, but I am fair, and I am available."

That had been the beginning. As they worked together, Lois Lane made a point of educating Kent on sex work. Took him with her to interview prostitutes, sex clubs. After that time, she had made offers...and slowly, as they got to know each other, and he came out of his shell a bit more, Smallville had even begun to make overtures of his own. It thrilled Lois to see the man emerge, more confident in himself sexually and professionally.

She showed him things. They had watched porn together, to see new things to try. Lois Lane's was the first ass he got to fuck. The first woman to play with his ass. The first pussy he had eaten out. The money kept coming and she kept him cumming. He was her most loyal customer, and when Lois tallied up all that it cost, she almost felt guilty, wondering how Clark Kent could afford her on his salary...

...and then it happened. A disruption of the time stream that Blaze had not anticipated, an unintended consequence of her meddling in Lois Lane's life. One that would have immediate effects as the temporal changes collided with the present.