End: Lois Sucks His Cock, She's Earned It

"Alright bitch, here's your dinner."

The stiff prick slid through the hole. Lois Lane was on it in a flash. Her mouth closed on the shaft, lips wrapping around her teeth, and she didn't stop until the tip of the prick was at the entrance of her throat...and she didn't gag at all. She held the warm, solid cock in her mouth and started to suck hard, bobbing her head, the suction actually drawing her john to almost hump the wall of the glory hole.

Hunger drove her. An aching need deep inside of her. The reporter felt light-headed, faint, limbs shaking. Her belly throbbed, as if crying: Mommy, feed me.

When he came...when his hot spunk shot down her rope, the man cursing and gasping, unable to do more than paw at the wall as she drained every drop of sperm from his body...a terrible sense of fulfillment went through the reporter's body. A sense of wellness went through her as she swallowed, as her tongue slid around that glans and teased the urethra, looking for any more salty, bitter treats.

She let him go...limp, defeated, spent. The reporter rubbed her knees with her palms as she sat back on her heels, thinking hard.

I guess this is my life now.

While the reporter knew she should be appalled at what she had just done, she couldn't deny that the sperm injection was exactly what she needed...and that even with that, she still felt the hunger at the back of her mind, gnawing at her guts.

What else can I do? Lois wondered as she watched the world through the gloryhole. her john stuffed his limp prick in his pants and staggered away, barely able to walk. The bathroom door opened, more guys coming in.

I mean, I can't exactly go rob a sperm bank or something. I'll just have to make this a regular thing...maybe I could start a glory hole at the Daily Planet? But what if I get caught? No, I'll...oh shit.

She recognized one of the men, even though she couldn't see his face. The same rumpled suit, the same unpolished shoes, his shoulders slumped. The reporter couldn't believe he was here, in this club, of all places. Lois sighed with relief when he didn't approach the gloryhole.

There was a knock at the door.

The cocksucker froze, hoping if she just stayed quiet, he'd go away. The same scuffed shoes were visible beneath the door.

"Lois?" Clark Kent said. "I know it's you. We need to talk."

The reporter cringed. She was found out.

A red line appeared, the metal melting as surely as if a laser had cut through it, and the door opened. He stood there, face a mixture of sternness and concern. His fingers set the black plastic frames back on his nose to shield his baby blues, but for just a second Lois Lane saw him without them and...realized who she was really dealing with. Clark Kent stepped forward, and not for the first time Lois was aware of the sheer mass of him. Tall and wide at the shoulders, built like a linebacker, and she gave ground before him, retreating to the toilet.

"You've had an eventful evening," he said. "So why don't you tell me what you're doing?"

Lois opened her mouth, prepared to tell him that she was a grown woman, she could suck however many cocks she wanted...but his face was so sincerely worried that she couldn't do it.

So she sat on the toilet and told him everything. Every detail. The sex, the demon, the possession, the impregnation, the hunger, the blowjob...and she could feel the hunger gnaw at her as she relived the memories, her craving returning, and some internal sense had her stare at Clark Kent's crotch...and saw the hard bulge there that she had never seen before.

"I...see." He said finally, then nodded. "Lois, I can't let you suck all these strange cocks. Oral sex has a low risk of STD exposure, but it's still far too high. It's not safe for you or the baby."

Lois blinked.

"Then what do you suggest I do?"

"Simple," he said, pushing the glasses up as they slid down his nose. "You'll suck my cock. And only my cock."

"You can't just...make that kind of decision for me!" She said.

"Someone has to. You've made a series of bad decisions tonight. I think it is absolutely necessary for your own good that I take charge of your sexual well-being."

"But I...I need it, and you can't...you can't..." Her words faltered as he unzipped his pants. She had a brief glimpse of Superman's red shorts before those descended too, and out popped the most perfect cock that Lois Lane had ever seen.

Hard, it was thick as three of her fingers, veiny, with a flared head that almost had a defined ridge at the top that made her pussy wet just thinking how it would feel. The smell was the very essence of maleness, nothing unclean about it, and her nostrils flared, drool starting in her mouth.

"I'm afraid I must insist. We work together, so having you suck me off during the day shouldn't be a problem. But you'll have to move in with me for the duration of the pregnancy, so that I can see to your needs mornings and evenings. An unmarried couple living together isn't quite as noteworthy as it once was, but given your condition, I think we should apply for a marriage license as soon as possible."

He stepped closer. Lois couldn't take her eyes off the cock. Her whole body was leaning towards it. To think that she had wasted time on that limp prick earlier when this feast was here for her now.

"You...want to marry me?" She swallowed heavily, head spinning as she processed everything he had said. "You want me to suck your dick?"

"Mine, and no one else's." He said firmly. One hand grabbed the back of her head. "Fortunately, Kryptonian sperm production is excessive by Earth standards. I should be more than enough to satisfy your dietary needs...and, hopefully, you will be sufficient to deal with my sexual needs."

Lois Lane didn't say anything. She couldn't. Her jaw was straining open, just to get the head of that prick into her mouth. Teeth scraped against invulnerable skin, and a slight but steady pressure on her skull **** more of the dick into her mouth.

"Don't worry Lois. I'll take care of you and the baby."

He would, too, the reporter knew. She had no doubt about it. Her stomach rumbled as her lips closed, feeling the warm flesh fill her mouth to bursting...and then her throat seemed to open up, and for a moment Lois Lane couldn't breathe. Then she sucked in air through her nostrils, feeling that meat in her throat...and something warm and hot poured into her mouth. At first, Lois thought that Clark Kent must be pissing, that no human being could possibly cum that much...

...then she remembered that, no matter what he looked like, Superman wasn't really human. Her stomach gurgled as the liquid meal poured straight down her gullet, and for the first time, Lois heard him utter a contented sigh...but he didn't stop. Not for three full minutes, when she felt stuffed to the gills, painfully bloated as though she had overeaten, the heat of the liquid meal diffusing throughout her chest.

"That should tide you over until we get home. We'll move everything over from your apartment tomorrow...and then see about that marriage license."

Lois gasped as he pulled his cock free, leaving a salty bitter trail over her tongue as she struggled for breath. A part of her wanted to puke. Another part of her wanted to stick a straw in his urethra and suck the sperm straight from his balls. Her pussy felt like she had pissed herself. She looked up at Clark Kent with a kind of worshipful expression, and shakily found her feet. He brought her to his chest in a great bear hug.

Great Caesar's ghost, she thought to herself. I think I'm in love with Clark Kent's cock! And I'm going to marry it!

Her womb throbbed in strange contentment. It was going to be a long forty weeks.

She wondered what she had done to earn this much happiness.