End: Clark Kent Becomes A Friend-With-Benefits

I just need to suck a dick, Lois thought. She bit her lip. Except, you know, I'm not a slut. I don't want to suck some random stranger's prick. But whose cock would I be comfortable letting just cumming inside my mouth...

For a moment, her mind went blank...and then the image came to her. The one man she knew that she could trust to help her in this task.

Lois Lane dug out her phone and texted Clark Kent.

Ten minutes later, Clark emerged from an alley next to the club. A keen observer might have seen something drop out of the sky, moving too fast for any details to be discerned. Yet no one had. Her carefully scanned the surroundings, X-ray vision revealing no interested parties nearby. Looking terribly out of place in his rumpled suit and fedora, his dress shoes that needed a shine and black plastic glasses, the big man strode along the sidewalk with easy confidence that nothing could harm him.

"Smallville!" Lois Lane's jubilant tone was like an arrow through the heart. She bounded up to him, all smiles, genuinely glad to see him, a huge old book in her right arm. For a moment he was taken aback by her club wear...the tight red pants that hugged her long legs and crotch, the white t-shirt that left nothing to the imagination, the bit of makeup and hair...and he could smell that she had been drinking, a little, and instinctively he looked beneath her skin and did a quick estimate of her blood **** level...no, she wasn't drunk, or under the influence, though there were a few unfamiliar organic molecules in her stomach.

"Come on," she grabbed his arm and dragged him back along the sidewalk. "There's a motel not far from here...we can get a room..."

"A room?" He said, as he let himself be pulled along. "For what?"

Lois Lane paused. She turned those violet eyes on him.

"I need you to cum in my mouth."

"Lois, are you sure about this?"

For the half-dozenth time, Lois Lane sighed.

"Clark, we've been friends for years. I trust you. Believe me, I thought about it, and there's no one else whose cock I want to suck tonight. Just help me out, okay?" She had seated him on the bed, the book opened to the right page, and was fiddling with his belt. On her knees, she looked up at him. "I mean...you do want a blowjob, right?"

He swallowed.

"Lois...there's no one else I'd rather get a blowjob from." Clark said, and he meant it with every fiber of his being. He could feel his cock strain against his underwear. "I just don't want you to think that you have to. There are other ways to find these missing women..."

"Hold that thought, Smallville," she said as she pulled down his unexpected red underwear. "Great Caesar's Ghost! Where have you been hiding that?"

Clark blushed. "It isn't that big..."

Which, by Kryptonian standards was true. Seven inches, two inches thick and tapering only as it approached the glans was on the small side according to the genetically augmented standards of old Krypton.

"Smallville, there are pornstars that would kill for this length and girth," Lois said reverently. Her eyes shifted down to the dick in front of her. "Hey, stud. We're going to have a good time."

She pressed her lips against the back of the glans...and then pushed her tongue out, down along the bottom as her upper lip rolled over the taut pink head of his mushroom tip. Clark Kent leaned back on the bed and let out a sigh of repressed desire finally fulfilled.

Lois Lane's hands wrapped around the small of his back for support as she began to bob her head. Clark was harder than any lover she'd ever had...but he was responding like a virgin, little moans escaping his lips as Lois tried to take a little more of him in her mouth, cheeks sucking in as she applied a bit more friction...and his smell came to her now, like sheets hung out on the line to dry on a hot summer day.

Like many women, Lois Lane enjoyed a certain quiet confidence in her oral sex skills. She'd never had a lover go away unhappy, even if blowjobs weren't especially enjoyable for her, and that sense of achievement had carried her through the occasional dirty, unwashed dick, the terrible smell of piss or worse things, the lingering thoughts of exposure to disease...

...but now with Clark Kent. The way he shivered was just too good to be true. She let her mouth slip off the head to kiss and run her tongue down the length of his skin flute, and it was like she played his whole body like an instrument. Impossibly rigid, quivering with unconcealable desire, Lois couldn't imagine Clark having ever had a blowjob before...and he was clean, and smelled so good, and...

...uncharacteristically, Lois wanted to do something special for him. With her hands, she guided him as she flipped over, so that the back of her head lay on the edge of the bed, and he stood over her, cock pointed straight ahead.

"Put your hands on my head," Lois said. "You control the pace. Fuck my face for a while...and cum in my mouth. That's important."

He paused, still as a statue, as his dick lay on her tongue—and for a moment, Lois was afraid he was going to punk out. Then his hands clamped about her head, so strong but careful not to hurt her...and he began to move.

Her heart fluttered as his cock punched at the entrance to her throat. Lois had practiced deepthroating before, and knew that stiff as his dick was, there was no way that Smallville would make the end into her throat itself...but she was thrilled that he was actually pumping his dick in and out of her mouth, taking her with evident abandon, his breathe broken into a pant. Lois reached down between her legs, fingers slipping into her tight pants as she rubbed her clit. She wanted this mouthful of jizz like nothing else.

Clark Kent delivered.

"Urrgh," he grunted, softly, as he drew his cock out until only the head was stuck between her lips...and cum pulsed out of his cock. Not the far-reaching shots that Lois imagined, but a steady pumping ooze, hot and rich and surprisingly not at all as bitter as jizz usually was. Thick as yogurt and there was a slight sourness to it, not really unpleasant. As it pooled around her molars, Lois had to remind herself not to swallow any of it. Not yet, anyway.

Finally, after what felt like a solid minute, he pulled out, one ropy strand oozing out over her chip. Lois Lane's cheeks were full like a chipmunk, and Clark reached out with his handkerchief to wipe her chin.

She quickly turned around, ran her finger over the lines of the spell...recited it in her mind, tried to shape her thoughts the way the instructions said...and suddenly she saw, in her mind's eye. Exactly where the women were.

Standing up, the reporter pointed toward the door. Clark was stuffing his cock back into his pants and followed her as she led the way, mouth full of his sperm.

Lois Lane knocked on the door. When Diana Reynolds opened it, the reporter finally swallowed. Licked her teeth a few times before she smiled.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Lois Lane, and this is Clark Kent. We're reporters for the Daily Planet. Can we talk for a bit?"

The door opened wider. It was a dingy apartment. Lois could see the meth pipe, and the dildos. The other three women were there, in various states of ****-out and undressed. She imagined the look on Clark's face, but kept a smile on her own.

"I see you party in shifts. That's very efficient..."

It was a good interview, considering. A bit more desolate than Lois would have liked for a human interest piece. Their dealer had started trying to pimp them out. Clark Kent made a few calls, and within a couple of hours all four of the women were in private cars, headed to Wayne Enterprises rehab facilities, all expenses paid for under some little-known grant that Smallville knew about. Lois smiled with satisfaction.

She'd gotten her story...but that wasn't all she'd gotten.

Her elbow caught Clark in the ribs, playfully.

"Hey, Smallville. You know you paid for the whole night on that hotel room? Check out isn't until 11."

His hand rested, somewhat nervously, on her hip. Lois reached down and pulled it toward her ass.

"We've been friends for a long time, Clark," she said. "Now we're friends with benefits, and I'm going to show you just what you've been missing!"

Right about then, Blaze scowled as she found what she herself was missing...and then she smiled as she realized who must have taken her book, and what the effects of its magic would be on Lois Lane...and the demon began to laugh.