Epilogue: Corporate Ladder

Jimmy Olsen was late. Lois Lane was left waiting in the Daily Planet's family restroom for eighteen minutes before a soft, familiar knock came to the door. The door opened and she grabbed his bowtie, dragging him inside.

"Gee Miss Lane...I'm sorry I'm late, there was this pigeon..."

"Not now, Jimmy," she said, already on her knees and undoing his fly. "After breakfast. Have you followed my instructions?"

"Yes ma'am!" he said...and indeed, as his thin pink pecker burst free, Lois was pleased to see that he hadn't washed it at all. There was a rime of white dickheese around the glans, and the shaven balls were pleasantly taut.

"No cumming at all?" She said, running her tongue around the sensitive head, scooping the nasty scum into her mouth. "And you've been edging every day to the pictures I sent you?"

"Y-yes ma'am!" He practically quivered as her lips sank onto his short shaft, taking the whole thing into her mouth...and as she sucked, her fingers pressed against his taint, searching for that hard little nut...and it only took a few minutes before his hips were jerking, his breathing quick and labored, and her finger slid back to tease his little bunghole.

Jimmy Olsen gave a gargled gasp as her slinger slid into his prepared hole. The dickgirl reporter slurped, letting all that thick, pent-up seed coat her tongue, nasty and bitter as she liked it, before she swallowed...and kept sucking, until she was sure there was nothing left, and Jimmy's prick was a limp noodle in her mouth.

It was how she liked to start her Mondays, now.

Five minutes before noon, Clark Kent stood up and slid on his jacket. A bit of air, up on the roof. Lois felt her clitty harden. She waited four minutes before pushing herself away from the desk. Took the elevator to the floor just below the roof, and then the stairs...just to avoid any suspicion as she slid into the men's room. Bit her lip as she saw the far stall was occupied...and slid into the one next to it.

She slid one finger into the round hole that someone had cut into the thin wall between the stalls...and in response she heard the zipper come down. Barely able to suppress her excitement, Lois withdrew her finger...and through the hole pressed the great, mushroom-tipped salami, swollen red and angry, so thick that the blue-purple veins on the surface almost brushed the sides of a hole that was two inches in diameter.

One day, Lois knew, she would work up the courage to ask that cock to come home with her. So that she could spend hours giving it the attention it deserved. Yet they were at work, and had worked out their little encounter with mechanical precision. She only had fifteen minutes with that beast before they had to return...

Licking the tip of her index finger, she pressed it against that tight pisshole...and he moaned as it slipped inside. Her mouth ran up and down the rigid prick as her finger worked back and forth, a little deeper each time. The head as hard and shiny as a pool ball, her finger fucking that fat cock while her mouth worshipped it, right down to the root, her cheek pressed against the wall as her tongue slathered on that rigid meat, her own little dicklet painfully hard in her panties.

Precum dribbled down her palm as she drove her finger in suddenly up to the nipple, and the steel-hard shaft tightened and throbbed unexpectedly...

Lois pulled her finger out, and a bare moment later a white stream burst forth, so hard that it hit the opposite wall. The next moment her mouth was on it, tongue pressing into that pisshole, letting the rich jizz fill her mouth in short bursts that spoke of superhuman control.

One day, Lois thought, as the time was up and the still-hard prick retreated. One day you'll be all mine.

She had a few minutes left. Turning to where the seed was dribbling down toward the floor, Lois rushed to lick it off the wall.

Quitting time. Lois Lane's stomach gurgled, ready for dinner. She wished the coven met more than once a week, but for now...

"Lane. My office," Perry White, editor of the Daily Planet huffed as she was about to head out the door.

Lois slid into the room, crowded with books, his desk lost beneath stacks of dead trees. Perry White had heard of a paperless office, but like the unlit cigar he kept gnawing on and never lighting, he just couldn't let some things go.

"Troubles with the wife, chief?" Lois said with a grin.

"Not paying you to talk, Lane," he glowered. Leaning back against the desk, he let his best reporter undo his fly. Lois could still remember a couple of months ago, when she had done this the first time...nervous he had been. Now, it was almost routine. Bad marriage, no sex, the old man needed relief...

The hair on his balls was a grizzled grey. He was nearly as thick as Clark's monster, though nowhere near as long and hard. At first it had taken quite a bit of coaxing for her to get anything out of those old balls...now, though, she was pleased to see that he was already hard for her. That would make things go quicker.

"Alice...she just doesn't understand, you know? I mean, I get I'm not a young buck anymore, but I'm still a man. I still have needs!"

Lois clamped her mouth on his knob and used the fingers of her right hand to stroke the shaft. She had learned what he liked, what got him off. An uncomplicated man, Perry White. Some days, Lois wished his wife would just bend over and let him fuck her asshole...but if she did, Lois knew she probably wouldn't get her end-of-work treat.

"Thirty years of marriage...it's not like I'm asking for much! What the hell is she even using it for, except to take a shit? An enema, a bit of lube...hell, you'd think after all the times she's told me to kiss her ass, she wouldn't be upset the one time I try to take her up on it!"

The cock began to grow a bit soft in her hands...the boss was more interested in his story than a blowjob...but Lois powered on. She squeezed her fingers tight around the base of his shaft and began bobbing her head up and down, tongue sliding along the sensitive underside.

"Maybe...maybe I can get her to work up to it. Just a finger at first. One knuckle at a time. Ease her into the idea. Give her some fancy chocolates first, maybe a bouquet...et...eh...egh!"

He came, like old men cum. Jizz dribbling up from some deep reservoir, oozing out in a steady, warm trickle, with more than a faint aftertaste of pure piss. Enough for some mid-age crisis to knock up a nubile teenager, if she was stupid and greedy enough to spread her snatch for him, but Lois sucked it down like some vintage wine that had more than a tang of vinegar to it. She let the cock dangle over his balls as she carefully caught the last drop on her tongue.

"Thanks for listening, Lois."

"Sure thing, chief," she said with a smile. "And chief? Eat more veggies."

He blinked. "Right...right."

Lois left then. Her balls felt like they sloshed, cock hard, a damp spot against her panties. It was going to be an awful long wait until Friday, when the coven met.

Maybe I should look into one of those chastity cages... she thought.

It had been a long, hard day. Yet thinking ahead to tomorrow, Lois Lane couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation.