She Calls In An Assistant

Lois sighed. In her heart, she didn't want to make the call. But she knew there was no other choice. There were people that owed her favors, friends she could trust, but none of them who she could really expose herself to with this. There was really only one option.

She dialed the number. He picked up on the second ring.

"Smallville. Are you busy? Good. I've got a bit of an emergency, I need you to get over to my apartment as soon as you can. And I need you to pick something up along the way. No questions, okay? I'll tell you when you get here..."

The reporter threw on a robe. She surveyed the horror that was the bathroom, the tub with its scum of cum, the empty bottle. Felt the giant sperm wiggle inside of her, body cramping as it instinctively sought to expel the intruder, but it was too deep.

It only took Clark Kent fifteen minutes to arrive. She opened the door and let him in. Tall, broad-shouldered, in today's suit, which needed ironing, black plastic frame glasses slipping down his nose. He set a bag on the kitchen table, took out the contents. The biggest bottle of lube in the adult toy store on the corner.

"So...I take it you're not inviting me for an intimate night in?" He said, blushing furiously.

"That depends Smallville," Lois said, rubbing her stomach as it audibly growled. "Help me out and you might just get lucky."

She explained, as quickly and succinctly as possible, about the events in the club. Clark stared hard at her small, tight body in the thin robe, as though he was looking straight through her. The reporter supposed she couldn't blame him for getting an eyeful; he would be getting more before the night was over. And bless his heart, he didn't doubt a word of what she said.

"What do you want me to do?" he said, when she finished. "I could take you to the emergency room."

"No doctors," she set her mouth grimly.

Lois undid her robe and slid it off. She felt a peculiar wave of embarrassment, disrobing in front of Clark Kent. Yet at the same time, it felt so...natural.

"Take off your shirt and lube up your arm," she said. "I want you to stick your hand up my butt and pull the sperm out."

Clark said nothing for a moment. He took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeve. Lois gulped when she saw the muscular, hairy forearm.

"Lois..." he stopped, stared at his hand. The big man seemed to be trying to stare anywhere except at the naked woman in front of him. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Smallville, you're the only one I could call to do this. The only one I trust not to tell anyone or take advantage." She stepped forward and got up on her toes to plant a kiss on her cheek. "I know this isn't how they do things in Kansas, but when I a woman asks you to fist her ass, you do it. Okay?"

Clark Kent said nothing. But he nodded, very gently.