End: I Really Am His Whore

A kind of shock ran through Lois, as Perry White held her close, hands squeezing her ass, his prick still plugging up her slit.

This hadn't been some possible life-or-**** ass fuck in an alley with a random john, or going "undercover" for some story. Lois had gone into a brothel, offered her services...and fucked the first customer that came in. The woman had the front desk probably already had her money ready.

What's worse, her customer was her boss...her married boss...

Even as these thoughts ran through her head, another part of Lois noticed that Perry was staying hard for an awfully long time...and then with a grunt and a lurch he was lifting her up, turning, and laying her back down on the bed.

His sweaty face nestled in between her breasts, Perry looked up at her and smiled. "Viagra...I'm good for hours. I paid for the time. I hope...I hope you don't mind. I'm just...really pent up."

And the way he said it—so honest and almost bashful—Lois felt a little bit of her heart melt.

Besides, it hardly matters now. The whore thought to herself. We've already fucked once, and he is paying me for my time...

"Oh Albus, I would love that," Lois put on her best sultry smile. "Just promise me one little thing." She raised her lips to his ear and whispered. "Fuck me harder than your wife."

His reply was a sudden thrust, deep inside of her, pushing the cum he had already shot toward the mouth of her womb, and as "Margot" gave a happy shriek at his enthusiastic, vigorous pounding, "Lois" suddenly realized he had cum in her without a condom.

Definitely can't make a habit of that. Unprofessional.

Lois thought to herself as Perry, now with his arms over her shoulders, began to enter a steady groove, one which was feeling pretty good for both of them. Biting her lip, Lois wrapped her legs around him, and reached down with her hands to grab at his lower back, encouraging him on with little whispers of:

"Harder daddy...fuck that pussy...can you feel how hot and wet you've made me? Such a bad boy cumming inside of me like that...you can get a girl into trouble..."

It was working. Lois could feel it in the red flush over his sweating face, the way he picked up the pace, grinding a little deeper, thrusting more shallowly, leaving more of his cock buried in her each time. Even with the viagra, it would take him ten or fifteen minutes to build up another load for her pussy...and "Margot" wanted to make sure it was a memorable one.

"Maybe that's why your dried-up wife won't fuck you...doesn't want any of that potent sperm to wash over her eggs...having a baby would just ruin a girl's figure wouldn't it? Can you imagine what I would look like with y belly all swollen up...tits full of milk...so full they'd be leaking out...and me unable to work, I'd just be hot and horny all day..."

A dirty trick, and Lois knew it. Worse, it was working on her too. Normally "drilling for oil" wasn't enough to really get her going, but she could picture that exact scenario. Lois Lane, pregnant reporter—no way she could tell Perry, and at some point no way she could keep doing her job—either of her jobs—but the idea of her boss knocking her up in a brothel was that little extra bit of taboo, that perfect taste of the forbidden that she could feel turning her on, making her excited of her own accord...and then Perry started talking.

"I'd buy you an apartment and ball you every day. You wouldn't have to work here any more. You wouldn't have to work ever. I'd love to see you knocked up. I'd keep you knocked up as long as you'd like."

There was something deep and calm and serious in Perry White's voice as he said that, like a man that has been drinking all night and suddenly stands up cold sober.

They fucked in silence for a bit after that, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Lois could feel her own sexual excitement build, even as Perry's thrusts grew shorter and shallower, until he was hardly thrusting at all, but had her hips pins to the bed, grinding inside of her.

Lois looked up, and for a moment her eyes met his—and his head dipped down, she opened her mouth instinctively, and they met in a single passionate kiss that seemed to make both of their bodies tense up. Somehow Lois knew, even if she couldn't feel it, that he was cumming inside of her again. Another load of soldiers, off in hunt of their quarry.

The kiss broke, the moment passed, and they both lay there panting as his jizz filled her.

"I'm not on birth control," her voice was thick.

"I meant what I said," Perry shot back. "Every word of it."

"And your wife?"

"I can't...I can't divorce her. She'd take everything." He took a deep breath. "But I can keep you. I can take you out of this."

Lois lowered her eyes. "There are things you don't know about me."

"I know two things. One: whatever you're earning here, I can do better for you," He reached down and kissed her, more tenderly, on the cheek. "Two: you deserve better than this."

The whore's heart melted a little more. How many johns had said such things, balls deep inside their rented lady-of-the-night? How many still meant it the next day, when they went home to their wives and sweethearts? Still, it was nice to pretend, if only for the moment.

"Okay Albus. I'll be your mistress," she ran a hand down his chest. "But for now...we've still got some time. How do you want me next?"

He smile then—the familiar smile she had seen so many times over coffee or a good joke, in the newsroom or in his office. There were so many unanswered questions—the missing women, how she would break the news that his prize whore was his star reporter—but that was all in the future. For the night, they had each other. That was enough.