What He Paid For

As Perry's meaty hand brushed her pussy lips, Lois' instinct was to close her thighs together—but she resisted that urge. Instead, heart thumping, she opened her legs a little, giving him better access.

How far am I going to take this? Lois' heart seemed to hammer in her throat. I mean, it's...Perry. And he's obviously been without for a while. Maybe this would just be like...helping out a friend?

She took a deep breath as his fingers spider-crawled up to her crotch, brushing against the lips. Not pushing or pressing, just...running up and down, exploring.

"Great Caesar's ghost, but I missed this," he whispered hoarsely. "Just...the feel of a woman, you know?"

"I know," Lois replied. She took a deep breath and reached over, crossing her thin arm on top of his. The fingers of her hand wrapped around his crotch. There was a warm hardness there, like a tube...and under that, a heavy chunk of meat that positive filled his pants.

Lois Lane had always known that the editor of the Daily Planet had cojones, but this was the first time she could attest that they were a fairly impressive set. She rubbed him through his clothes, even as he began to rub her slit, and she could feel herself getting wet...and Perry White was rock hard.

Just helping him out. Lois told herself, as her fingers found the zipper. Just being a good friend.

There was the usual fumbling. Perry's erection was stiff enough—and large enough—that getting it out of his boxers and through his fly wasn't going to be a one-handed job. Reluctantly, he withdrew her hand so that Lois could kneel in front of him and unbuckle his belt.

He stared down at her, curiously, and Lois did the best she could to give him a wanton look as she pulled down his pants, just enough to get at his underwear. Then the boxers came down as well, blue striped silk, something his wife had probably bought him...and it popped free, pointing at the ceiling.

Lois was impressed, both at the cock's dimensions and how hard it was, given Perry's age. It must have been seven and a half inches, tall and straight as an ancient Roman column, and with a fairly impressive girth. The hair on the balls, which almost filled his lap, was going grey, and it looked definitely like he'd never shaved it. Carefully, Lois drew the foreskin back over a purple helmet that looked ready to pop.

It was warm and alive in her hand, and she grasped it firm enough so that grunted softly as she tugged gently at the shaft. She looked up into his eyes...

How far am I willing to take this?

"I bet it's been an awful long time since you've had a blowjob, isn't it Albus?"

Perry White licked his lips, eyes wide.

"My wife didn't like doing it." He whispered.

"Her loss. I love it." Lois extended her tongue and ran it along the underside of the corona, glad that Perry kept clean. Although come to that, it wasn't as bad as she might have imagined her first blowjob as a whore might be...there was a warm, masculine smell to Perry, underneath his familiar cologne.

Gently, Lois pressed her lips to the head of his cock—just a kiss, and she smiled at the thought of all the people that assumed she had done just this to get her first job at the Daily Planet.

If they could only see me now, Lois thought as she opened her mouth to engulf the head, suckling gently.