Clark Kent Goes For Lois Lane's Pussy

His broad, muscular shoulders were stooped, as if to conceal his height. Hat in hand, dark glossy hair swept back. The sky-blue eyes behind the black plastic frames darted about, as though not sure where to look. Still dressed in the same suit and tie that she had seen him in that morning, the clothes somehow loose-fitting, not at all flattering to his frame...though Lois Lane knew he had played college football and still maintained himself in fantastic shape, somehow.

"Clark Kent!" Lois Lane said, then shut her mouth.

The blue eyes fixed on her...and Lois Lane's heart sank.

He can see my cunt, she thought. The mortal embarrassment struck Lois Lane speechless. Clark Kent, the goofy, lovable Kansan from the Daily Planet who was her only real competition for scoops on Superman was staring at her naked, bound with her legs about her shoulders and her pussy and ass on display in the bitch box...and worse than that, Lois could feel how dark and puffy her pussy had become, a raw and animalistic pussy that was starting to leak at just the idea of a cock that close.

He took a step forward...and then another. "Lois. So it is you. I had heard you were coming here, but I didn't think..."

Then, in the blink of an eye, he was standing right in front of her. The height of the box was perfect. No step stool for Clark Kent. He could unzip her pants and slide his cock straight into his fellow reporter's supercunt in one smooth movement...and for the first time, Lois Lane felt oddly ****, her heart beating hard. She didn't understand why his very presence here should elicit such emotions...her pussy let her control that one dickgirl, it should do the same for the mere mortal Clark Kent...

His hand hovered in front of her pussy. Not touching it, but so close that she could feel it, so close.

"It's so warm," he whispered to himself. Clark Kent raised his head. Those blue eyes burned into her own, catching the reporter's gaze and holding it.

"Do you know how often I've wanted to...make love to you, Lois?"

"Smallville," Lois said, finding her voice. "I..."

She heard his fly unzip. Something pressed against her pussy. Not as big as the horsecock but...hard. Clark Kent was a man of steel. He pressed against her lips, her enhanced pheromones already working on him, cunt juicing for the fucking it was preparing for.

"I can't...stop myself." He said, and Lois could see that he was struggling, really struggling, not to just plunge forward. She read pain, frustration, and something else in those eyes, something she had never expected to see there.

Love.