End: I'm Going To Be More Than Just His Whore

It was such a simple decision, and yet Lois knew that it was fraught with consequences. She wasn't sure how she would manage it, but Lois knew that she hadn't had enough of this old man's dick, or of him. Whether he was married or not. Somehow she had to...

"Lois, I don't think it's appropriate for you to keep working here," Perry White said.

The whore-reporter's heart sank. So he had recognized her. She stared into his eyes.

"Perry, I..."

"That missing women case, right? I won't take you off of it. No more undercover work. Not as a whore."

She stared into his eyes, his cock still surprisingly hard for a man his age.

"I'm going to have to ask that you stay patient, during the divorce. It's been coming a long time, it won't surprise her any. The only difference is, this time I'll be stepping out on her."

Lois Lane blinked as she caught his reasoning. "You mean you want to keep..."

With surprising strength he stood up, his stiff prick still inside of her.

"I mean, I want to marry you. I want to impregnate you. I don't want you fucking any other guys." He turned around and they landed on the bed. Lois on her back, knees spread. The stiff cock stabbing into her slippery slit. "I'm not too old to have kids, and you're young—prime breeding age."

Lois swallowed. This was technically sexual harassment. He was her boss...she could sue...file a complaint...then again that would mean explaining to everyone how he had whored herself out in the first place.

"I paid for all night," he said. "And the viagra is kicking in. I'm going to ball you until dawn's early light, and then we're going to leave here together. I'll buy you a ring. Whatever birth control you're on, you'll stop it. I want kids. I want lots of kids."

The reporter shuddered. This was all happening so fast. She knew that she should protest, point out all the flaws in the plan, how it would look, the morale at the office...but all she could think to say was:

"Perry...I'm not on birth control."

Lois didn't think the old man could get any harder. She was wrong.

He began to drive his cock inside her with long, fierce strokes.

"This is how you like it, isn't it? What you wanted. I've dreamed about fucking you since the first time you walked out of my office. Never did a damn thing about it. You were my employee, my best reporter. I did everything right by you, gave you every break, treated you fair..." he whispered, and Lois could tell her was pouring his heart out. "...but I'm not going to let you prostitute yourself. If you need a dick in this cunt, I'll fill it up for you. I don't give a damn what anybody else thinks. Not my cheating bitch of a wife, not the paper, nobody. But don't worry Lois. I'll do the right thing. Come morning, when we leave here, first thing I'm going to do is buy you a ring..."

Lois Lane's heart melted like butter as the old man pumped and shafted her tight cum...and she moaned and squeezed and kissed him back. For tonight, and for many nights thereafter, the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter was going to be her editor's personal whore. Lois could almost imagine their days at the office, when he'd call her in for a private meeting and she'd leave half an hour later, face flushed and pussy dripping with his spunk.

She didn't know what would happen. Whether any of his little swimmers could actually hit the mark. If his wife would contest the divorce. What Clark Kent would say when he saw the gold band and diamond on her finger...but even though Lois Lane knew that this was so wrong on so many levels, while he was pushing his cock deep into her like he would pierce her very soul, grunting with all of his might, reaching around with those ink-stained fingers to rub at her clit, planting his kisses along her neck, fondling and squeezing her tits, talking all the while about how much he wanted a child, how much he wanted to fuck her when she wanted to show, how sexy she would look in her wedding dress when she bent down to suck his cock...

...Lois Lane wanted to believe that it would all come out all right.

When the morning came, they walked out. No word to anyone. Found the first jeweler that was open...and he did buy her a ring, right then and there, too.