Her Whore Life

Down the halls of the Daily Planet Lois Lane walked, her high heels clicking. Skirt scandalously short, with a wonderbra to give her some cleavage and a low shirt to show it off. Heads turned as she walked, and Perry White reached for his blood pressure meds. Lois smiled, knowing that ever since she had come to the office he hadn't needed viagra. It felt good to have all those eyes on her. To be wanted. Desired.

Lois was just about to sit on her desk when a shadow leaned across the entrance to her cubicle. Six feet, three inches, and broad at the shoulders as a quarterback; dressed in a suit that was still a bit baggy on his form, hiding the definition of his muscles. Hands grabbed the reporter from behind, pulling her close until her ass was pressed against that crotch. Something big and hard there, through the layers of fabric.

"Good morning to you too, Smallville." She said. Playfully, she began to grind her ass against her erection. "I see you're up early this morning."

One big hand touched her desk...and when it left, she saw the slightly damp, sweaty bills he had been holding. The reporter carefully picked them up and tucked them away in her purse. Friend rates. Lois didn't mind giving a discount to her best customers. Especially not when they had a big dick.

She brushed past him and let him watch her as she headed for the family restroom. Hips sashaying, knowing he was watching her. The money felt good. A few more visits with Clark Kent, and Lois would be able to afford those breast implants. A little work and maybe she'd be able to earn some real cash.

Lois didn't bother to lock the door of the family restroom. Checked her makeup and hair in the mirror. A minute after she had slipped in, the door entered and her man, hard as steel, came in. Blue eyes so intense behind those black plastic frames as he locked the door behind him.

The reporter pulled up her skirt and leaned over the sink. No panties, just the stockings and garters. She knew that drove him wild, the sight of her wet pink slit, gleaming and ready for him. His breath was hot on her neck as he kissed her. The head of the cock pressed against her cunny.

Something was wrong. It was too hot, too real, too...

"Wait!" she moaned. "A condom!"

"All out," he pushed forward, spreading the lips of her labia as his tool slipped inside her tight tunnel. The whore moaned and grabbed the edges of the sink. Stared into the mirror at her own flushing face as his hands groped her breasts through her shirt, the cock pushing in deeper...and deeper...he was so big.

"I...I could get pregnant!" She swallowed. "If...if you want to go raw that's extra."

"I'm all out of cash," he said...and then pushed forward, Lois uttering a little gleep as she was pushed up onto her toes, the cock so deep it felt like it would burst out her stomach. Her face was pressed up against the mirror, every breath fogging the glass.

One big hand came up. It held a gold ring...and on it a stone gleamed.

"Do you take diamonds?" He whispered in her ear.

The reporter blinked. "But...I'm a whore..."

"That's right," he said, grinding his dick deep inside her cunt. "That's what I love about you. That's why I want you to be my whore..."

I am his whore, the words sounded in the reporter's ears.

Something clicked inside Lois Lane then. The way it sometimes did, when she was asleep, and her nighttime fantasies had taken a particular turn. Suddenly she was aware that she was dreaming. That this was all inside her head. Clark Kent fucking her raw in the bathroom. Offering to marry her. Everything about this was so wrong somehow...