Hunt for another cock

As she headed for home, that part of her that wanted to do it again, the desire for more, was steadily winning out over the curiosity as to what was in the bottle secreted between her legs. A small trickle of warm semen was working its way down her thigh and her asshole felt hot and a little sticky. She reached into her pants to wipe away the small bit of juice, and when she'd gotten it all and pulled her hand back out she realized she had no handkerchief or anything to wipe it on. She didn't want to ruin her clothes and there was no grass or plants or...as she was looking around to find somewhere to clean her hands she suddenly became aware of a salty flavor on her tongue, only to realize that she had inadvertently put her finger in her mouth while thinking. She was an habitual nail biter and the motion of bringing her finger to her mouth was common. It was not common, however, for that finger to be covered in a strangers cum. She began licking her fingers greedily, trying to get every last bit of it in her mouth. In moments she had licked them completely clean. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough. She could taste the flavor, but the feeling, the texture of a hot load on her tongue and the singular sensation of it running down her throat, was missing. Plus it tasted a little too much like her own asshole for her liking. No, what she wanted was pure, unadulterated, straight from the tap cum. Normally she would just go find Clark and drain him two or three times then fall asleep full and satisfied. But she was still on a story and it would be risky for her cover to go home instead of back to the hotel. But she really needed a bellyful quite badly. See, she had gotten kind of addicted to it over the years.

She'd never used sex to get a story or an interview, but she'd had to use it in the course of getting a story quite often. She blew Vandal Savage every morning for two weeks while trying to get the scoop on a new team of villains he was assembling. He said that having so much life in him he needed to expel some every morning in order to ease his burden. And given the amount of burden he expelled every time he might have been right. While infiltrating an army Bane was creating in Bolivia he had chosen her to be his company regularly. He would always come unannounced, usually in the middle of the night, and hold her down by **** as he fucked her from behind. Always in the ass. He said that with his venom engorged member he wanted to make sure that no matter how experienced his prey, they always felt every inch of his full length and circumference. And she did. Every time. The less said about why they call him the "Toyman" the better. But it was after she tracked down Ra's al Ghul that drinking semen became a full on addiction. After years of trying she had finally found the headquarters of the League of Assassins. But having nowhere near the level of martial prowess necessary to join them as a warrior, when she found out from a local woman that they always needed new serving girls she jumped at the chance. She thought that meant serving meals, but she was the one who wound up being fed. As a serving girl she was required to "service" any of the men whenever they desired, and looking like she does it was desired several dozen times a day. Several dozen times a day for six months. Lois had enjoyed sucking cock about as much as the next girl (provided that the next girl really, really enjoyed sucking cock) since she was sixteen, but when she returned from that assignment she became insatiable. Fortunately she was married to a man who blew loads like a fire hose. Although Clark had noticed that there was a gargantuan upswing in the amount and quality of the blowjobs he was getting he had never confronted Lois about why. They had an understanding. He would never ask her about what she had to do on stories, and she would never ask him about what he had to do as Superman.

Since she was still undercover and on a story none of this counted as cheating, right? From the time she had tasted the creampie through the time she had been lost in thoughts of all those delicious cocks and the cum she craved she had been standing still in the middle of the sidewalk. She looked dazed and was shaking a little from the yearning when a young man approached her.

"Um...miss? Are you OK?"

She suddenly snapped back to reality. Looking him up and down, she decided he was, in fact, a man. Therefore he had a penis. Therefore...