Epilogue: With Great Power, Comes Great Sexual Desire

Lois Lane tried to put her night out behind her, like many mistakes. On Monday, she went to work...and it all seemed fine. No hangover from the night out drinking with the girls. The face in the mirror was her own, no sight of any changes from draining the demon's balls.

In fact, things were going better than normal.

Every time she got to the crosswalk, the light changed so she didn't have to break her stride. When she stopped off to get a cappuccino, there was no line, and she exactly the right amount of change in her purse. As she strode into the Daily Planet building, the elevator opened just as she was walking up...and she had it all to herself.

The reporter checked herself out in the mirrored surface of the elevator door. Her hair and makeup were perfect, didn't need any touch-up at all. Even the temperature of the room, which was normally too warm for her, was a couple of degrees colder...her ideal temperature.

It was all so perfect...except...

There was a scratchiness in the back of her throat. An itch in her pussy. Even her ass felt...neglected...and Lois had seldom dared to play with her butthole at all. Yet here she was, sitting at her desk, answering emails, and she could feel her thoughts just drift to the constant little agitations in her body. As if all the sexual urges she had tamped down and ignored over the last few months had suddenly been awakened...and Lois couldn't keep them off her mind.

Lois Lane sighed, knowing she couldn't give in to those urges at work. She'd have to set aside some time tonight and really ream herself out with her sex toys. Just fuck herself to the point of sexual exhaustion. In the meantime...

Her mind drifted to her coworkers. There was nothing wrong with a little sexual fantasy, now and then, and Lois closed her eyes and ran through her coworkers...Jimmy Olsen in a dress, the classic sissy with the itty bitty clit so stiff...Perry White, the old editor of the paper with the broken marriage. It was an open secret his wife had cuckolded him. Idly, as Lois sipped her coffee, she wondered what would happen in Perry's eyes strayed...and caught a glimpse of Jimmy's ass.

Blood rushed to her cheeks and she bit her lips as she imagined Perry finding himself unable to keep his eyes off of Jimmy's ass. Maybe the little sissy twink was wearing a tight dress today...or a little skirt that would flip up and show his girly striped panties, the little bulge of his balls and cock straining the fabric. By mid-morning, the old man would be hard. Agitated. Upset at himself for thinking this way. Then maybe they're run into each other in the restroom. Jimmy would take the urinal right next to his boss. Glance side-eyes at the old man having trouble pissing through his erection...and then the breathless sissy would offer to help him with that...

"Am I interrupting anything?" Clark Kent said.

Lois Lane's eyes flipped open. Her panties were soaked, but luckily she hadn't been actually touching herself. She leaned back in her chair, flashing her co-worker more cleavage than she normally dared to show...and her eyes went to Clark's pants, and for the first time she saw a bulge there.

Is he...? He is hard, Lois realized...and then, like a little devil on her shoulder urged her on, the blushing reporter decided to push things.

"Just daydreaming, Smallville," she said. "My sex life has been nonexistent lately, and I decided to imagine what it might be like to fantasize about some coworkers. Do you ever dream of having sex with anyone at the Daily Planet?"

Lois couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. They were all true, but nothing she would ever normally dare to say...not to Clark, not to anyone. Yet what surprised her was his response.

"I've been thinking about you, Lois," he said softly. "I've been thinking about you a lot lately, but this morning...it's like I can't get you out of my mind."

He took a step forward...Lois Lane's head was hanging over the back of her chair...and there it was, his crotch was pressed against her face. The heat was incredible. It was burning through the thin fabric. Lois caught her breath, but her pussy was swamped. She couldn't believe this was happening...but it was...and the Daily Planet's greatest reporter wasn't about to let this opportunity go.

"That's a very...hard situation, Mr. Kent," she said. She went to lick her lips, but then stopped. She wanted to leave her lipstick on his dick. "Maybe we can go to the men's room and I can...help you with that?"

He left first. The reporter paused and pulled her panties off, stuffing them in her desk drawer before following his wide back. Lois Lane's uncanny luck held again, nobody saw them as they both slipped into the men's room...and then they were both crowded into a stall, and Lois could feel herself almost panting as she unbuckled his pants. In this closed space, the breadth of Clark's shoulders and the massive muscles on his chest were apparent, even through his business shirt. He was built like a bodybuilder...and as she undid his fly, she pulled down the red underwear and gasped at what was the biggest, most perfect cock she had ever seen...even bigger than Blaze's had been...

Lane, you lucky cunt, the reporter said. She wasn't a size queen by any means, but she was so wet and horny right now that she was willing to let him batter her uterus into submission if it meant that...

They froze as they heard someone come in, whistling loudly. No words were spoken, they just moved as far away from the door as they could...and the footsteps fell as the whistler took a position at the urinal almost exactly across from their stall.

Lois cursed her luck...and then she heard the door open again, another man entering. The reporter instinctively gripped Clark Kent's cock...and began to slowly jerk it off with both hands, still amazed at the rigidity of it. She'd had glass dildoes more flexible...and in the small, cramped space, they were both breathing hard while trying not to be loud about it...and the heat was building between them.

Both of the men were pissing...or trying to...and then Lois heard Jimmy Olsen's voice, very clearly.

"...with that, Chief?"

Slowly, Lois turned around. She glimpsed out between the gap between the side of the door...and there, not six feet away, was Jimmy Olsen in a miniskirt, the tip of his clit poking out his panties, with a big wet spot, and the little sissy slut was trying to deep throat Perry White's dick, the grizzled grey balls pushed against his chin until the ginger-haired twink gagged...and Lois shuddered in ecstasy as behind her, Clark Kent lost the last thin sliver of his iron self-control as he flipped up her skirt and slid that fat cock up her dripping snatch.

Lois bit her lip....**** not to be found out, but turned on more than at any other time in her life as she watched her idle sexual fantasy be fulfilled in front of her while Clark Kent plowed her cunt in a way she had only ever dreamed of...

...and there was something wrong with that, Lois knew. Sexual fantasies don't just play out for you. There were too many coincidences today, too many things that went right, it was beyond belief...but as Perry white slammed his cock home past those painted lips and grunted as he unloaded his pent-up sperm into the sissy's fuckhole, Lois felt Clark absurdly paint her womb white...

They stayed like that, not daring to breathe, Lois impaled on that cock as the cum swam around her womb. Perry took a piss and left, Jimmy fixed his lipstick and left...and Lois realized that Clark Kent was still hard inside of her.

"Lois," he whispered after they were gone. "I know you haven't cum yet...and I can go again."

The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter clenched her pussy. She was going to be lucky not to get out of this pregnant...

...of course, if you did, Smallville would marry you and you'd get fucked like this every night, the little devil on her shoulder seemed to whisper in her mind...and Lois Lane had a suspicion that there was no such thing as coincidences, and that what was happening went beyond mere luck.