A Daily Planet intern decides to test his luck.

Caleb was nothing if not a hard worker. The young intern had just recently transferred to the Daily Planet from the Gotham Gazette, and despite being such a new fixture at the office, the opportunity to get the hell out of Gotham was more than worth any late nights he felt the need to put in to prove he deserved a permanent spot at the Planet. Besides, making copies, running coffees, and helping edit the occasional fluff piece were far preferable tasks to dodging killer clowns or crocodile-men on the way to work. With his hands occupied by cardboard cupholders full of hot cups of coffee, Caleb made his way toward his destination, cracking a smile as he counted his blessings at having been hired in the saner of the two cities he’d worked in.

Sanity was a tough thing to come by in today’s world, Caleb mused. With metahumans, vigilantes, aliens, monsters, and all manner of remarkable, dangerous, and downright unexplainable occurrences going on each and every day, he was glad to at least be working in a city he felt a sense of normalcy in. There was always the off chance that a supervillain would crash through the wall of his apartment, followed shortly thereafter by one of the Justice League, but that risk was much, much lower than the odds of being mugged or stabbed or shot by one of the Joker’s thugs.

Besides, Metro Mutual offered him a much better rate on his metahuman insurance policy than Gotham Guardian could ever dream of.

“Okay, Miss Lane!” Caleb called, carefully balancing his two armsful of coffees as he eased the door to her office open with his hip, scooting inside backwards. “Coffee’s here!”

“Thanks, Caleb!” the intern heard Lois reply from behind him.

Caleb arranged the drinks on Lois’s side table by the door. He whistled as he set them out, glad that the menial task was at least giving him something to do on what was otherwise an extraordinarily dull night.

“Hey, you should really stay a while and check this out!” Lois offered. “This is actually really interesting!”

“Thanks, Miss Lane,” Caleb replied, beginning to turn around. “But I’m not all that… into… f- f- fashion…”

The intern’s mouth hung open as he took in the sight of the three nearly-nude women in front of him. Lois’s skirt was hiked up around her waist, feet propped up in her chair, legs splayed shamelessly open as she plunged two fingers in and out of her dripping-wet pussy. Her modest breasts bounced slightly, beads of sweat forming on her bare skin as she masturbated. Her face was flushed, her cheeks red with arousal.

“Really?” Lois asked, her voice breaking slightly as her legs shook. “But it’s ooohhh, fuck, so FUCKING good!”

Lois trembled as she came, her sticky release spurting between her fingers, the lips of her pussy visibly twitching as she squirted onto the floor. Caleb stared, dumbstruck, as his boss climaxed right in front of him like it was nothing. His gaze turned toward Cat and Lana, the latter of whom was braced against Lois’s desk, panties around her knees, while Cat knelt on the floor, eating her out from behind. The reporter’s tongue was hard at work against the folds of Cat’s pussy, and she slurped and moaned shamelessly while she licked.

“Yes, yes, YES! Oh, yeah!” Cat agreed, tilting her head to address Caleb over her shoulder. “Even if you’re not into fashion, a young guy like you would probably at least want to check out this hottie model, right?”

“I… I…”

Caleb stumbled back out into the hallway, heart pounding in his chest. He slumped against the door, hands shaking until he laid them flat against the wall to steady them. The momentary glance he had gotten of his boss and her companions made his head spin. He felt his cheeks burning red as his pants tightened at his crotch. Caleb had only gotten a glance, a brief, split-second peek, at the computer screen, but there was no mistaking what he had seen there.

Vixen, the Vixen, of the Justice League, was burned into Caleb’s mind. The sight of her nude body, her dark skin streaked with semen, those sticky, white stains coating her gorgeous form was something Caleb was certain he’d never forget. The image of the cock buried inside her, the fresh cum leaking from her pussy and down her thighs, was now permanently etched into the intern’s memory. It was a shock, to be sure. It was a very welcome shock, but it was a shock nonetheless. Surprisingly enough, Caleb wasn’t too focused on the glimpse of Vixen’s nudity or on the lewd acts he’d gotten a quick peek of her performing.

Caleb had seen the amulet around Vixen’s neck.

“There’s no way…”

Caleb muttered to himself in disbelief, his voice a low, shaky whisper. He brought a shaky hand to his chin, stroking it as he thought. There was no mistaking what he’d seen. It had been all over the news - not to mention the internet - lately. That amulet was responsible for Vixen’s behavior. It had the ability to influence women, making them uninhibited, pliant, and about as shameless as could be.

Caleb would know. After all, he’d helped Lois Lane write the Daily Planet’s special report on the amulet and the ladies of the Justice League it had recently affected…

The intern could practically hear the little angel on his shoulder as the gears began to turn in his head. He could just pretend he hadn’t seen anything. He could just walk away. He should just walk away. That was his boss! Sure, his boss was a very attractive woman. Sure, his boss was sitting just feet away from him right now, fingers knuckle-deep in her pussy, completely oblivious to the fact that Caleb had just watched her squirt all over the floor of her office. Sure, Caleb had an undeniable attraction to the sexy, older woman he reported to. All of that, however, didn’t negate the fact that acting on the very real, very intense, very undeniable urges he was feeling in that moment came with an immense amount of risk. What if someone walked in? What if he got Lois pregnant and she found out he was the father? What if, what if, what if?

As all the ways things could go wrong flashed through the intern’s lust-shocked mind, Caleb found himself tuning out the rantings of his conscience and wondering, instead…

What would the devil on his shoulder have him do?

On the one hand, taking advantage of those ladies was, to say the very least, immoral. On the other hand…

Caleb swallowed hard, biting his lip as the image of Lois’s bare breasts flashed into his mind. The sight of her cumming right in front of him, of Cat eating out Lana, of all three women moaning in pleasure, blissfully unaware of the thrall they were under, was simply too much to resist.

“Fuck it,” Caleb muttered, clenching his fists as he gathered his resolve. “I’ll never get another chance like this again!”

The intern turned on his heel, took a deep breath, and strode purposefully back into Lois Lane’s office.

“Hey Caleb!” Cat beamed, cheerfully waving at the young man as he re-entered. “Fffuuuhhh- Forget something?”

The reporter was still kneeling, but she straddled Lana’s face now. With her panties around her ankle, she leaned forward, rolling her hips, grinding against her friend’s tongue as it snaked between her lower lips. Her expression was not what Caleb might have expected. She looked, aside from her state of complete undress and the fact that she was sitting on another woman’s face right now, of course, perfectly normal. Her lips twitched into an involuntary moan every now and then, and every once in a while, the rush of arousal she was experiencing crept into her eyes, their lids fluttering closed for a moment, but aside from that, she looked every bit the respectable reporter she usually was.

“Decide to join us after aaahhh- all?” Lois asked, her fingers slowly circling her clit. “I knew you’d come around!”

Lois had stopped scrolling through Revlon’s webpage, deciding her hand was better employed kneading one of her exposed breasts than clicking a mouse. The computer screen displayed a handful of images, all of Vixen, all showcasing her nudity for the camera, all displaying the amulet around her neck. Caleb eyed the screen, feeling his erection stiffen and twitch at the sight of one of the Justice League’s women being fucked and splattered with cum. He turned his attention back to the trio in front of him, deciding to test the waters.

“Yeah,” the intern replied. “Just… Thought it would be a better way to spend the rest of my shift than making copies or something, you know?”

“Oh, oh, oh, ooohhh, definitely!” Lois agreed between moans. “I remember thooose days! Late nights, odd jobs, coffee runs… Ah! Aaahhh… Mmmfff… I kind of miss it.”

She shuddered, toes curling as her pussy leaked all over her chair, her arousal dripping freely as she masturbated as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Caleb tried his very best to maintain his composure, resolving to take things slowly lest the women somehow snap out of their trance.

“It’s definitely hard work,” Caleb said. “But I hope I’m on the path to being a regular fixture around here!”

“Follow your dreams, kid,” Cat chimed in playfully, still rolling her hips, thrusting against Lana’s face. “Put in those late nights and don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, ooohhh, don’tfuckingstop, FUCK!”

The reporter ground herself against Lana’s face, rubbing her pussy against her mouth. Lana licked dutifully, tongue rolling along Cat’s slit as it twitched and flexed rhythmically, signalling her sweet, orgasmic release. Lana lapped eagerly at Cat’s rhythmically-tensing womanhood, moaning as she caressed the trembling reporter’s quivering thighs, fingers trailing along her goosepimpled skin, tongue exploring the folds of her sensitive, wet pussy.

While Cat came on Lana’s face, Caleb decided that, so long as no one else entered the room, he was well and truly safe to do whatever he wanted. With shaky hands, he unfastened his belt and let his pants drop, tugging his underwear down immediately after. He was harder than he’d ever been, his cock twitching eagerly, dripping precum from its tip as he watched Cat dismount Lana’s face. The fashion designer was gasping for breath, cheeks flushed red, her face sticky with Cat’s juices, her hair a mess of red locks haloing her features. Despite her blissful, breathless state, however, she carried on the conversation like nothing was happening.

“You know,” Lana began, easing herself up into a kneeling position. “I always wanted to intern for Revlon when I was finishing school… Now they’re kind of a competitor for me!”

Caleb approached Lana, and she reached up, hands trailing along his thighs, fingers wrapping around his shaft.

“All friendly competition, of course,” Lana clarified with a smile. “Better watch out though, Lois! Your intern here might just be gunning for your job!”

The redhead started to stroke Caleb’s erection. He could hardly believe it. A shaky gasp escaped his lips, and his cock throbbed in Lana’s hands. Her soft, gentle fingers glided up and down, back and forth, coaxing fresh, warm precum from Caleb’s eager erection. The intern couldn’t stop himself from moaning, letting out a low, breathy gasp as his excitement got the better of him.

“W- Wait, I’m… Nooo!”

Caleb stammered helplessly, trying and failing to slide his cock out of Lana’s grasp before he succumbed to the pleasure. Too late. He came prematurely, pushed over the edge by the woman’s light, teasing touch. His cock throbbed hard, and Lana stroked him through his climax, closing her eyes and opening her mouth, letting her tongue hang out to catch the thick, sticky ropes of semen he was letting out. A few hot, heavy spurts splattered across her face, the rest oozing into her open mouth as Caleb shuddered in orgasmic release. Once his premature orgasm was over, he staggered back a step, breathless, blushing, thoroughly embarrassed at having finished so quickly.

“Deny it all you want,” Lois teased, one hand kneading her breast, the other’s fingers circling her stiff, swollen clit. “I can tell you’re c- c- cumming! for my job!”

“Ahh… Haaa… F- Fuck…”

Caleb gasped heavily, leaning against the wall as he watched Lana swallow the cum that had made it into her mouth. She left the rest streaking her face, ignoring it as if it wasn’t there. The redhead reclined back on the floor, spread her legs, and started to masturbate.

“Don’t play innocent, young man!” Lana teased, fingers stroking the lips of her pussy. “We know you want to be a big, famous reporter like Miss Lane here!”

“And like Miss Grant,” Cat chided, cupping her ample breasts in her hands.

Caleb’s gaze drifted between the three women. The sight of his load, fresh on Lana’s face, kept him hard, despite having just emptied himself. He decided to keep pushing his luck, approaching Cat. He placed his hands on her hips, sliding his erection between her thighs, pulling her close. She responded by grinding against him, hands sliding around the small of his back to hold him against her as she rocked her hips, rubbing the intern’s erection against her wet slit.

“I’ve woooohhhrked here for just aaaahhhbout as long as Lois, you knoohw, that feels good!” Cat remarked casually, her words interspersed with shaky gasps and lusty moans.

“And I still scoop her every time when it comes to the big sto- oh, oh, OH! stories,” Lois bragged as she came again, legs shaking as her fingers slipped inside her twitching cunt. “Aaahhh… I always manage to publish the big stories on Superman, you know.”

“Mmmfff… Better diversify your portfolio, Lois,” Cat warned, one hand trailing up Caleb’s body, wordlessly coaxing the intern into taking his shirt off. “Or one of these days… Ooohhh, right there… It’ll be my name on the front-page article… Mmm…”

Cat’s playful banter trailed off as her fingers slid up the back of Caleb’s head, gently easing the intern toward her for a kiss. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, probing, exploring, offering the lucky young man his first taste of what a lust-drunk older woman was capable of. Cat sucked Caleb’s tongue, moaning as she kissed him deeply, greedily. Her free hand slid down his nude body, sneaking its way to his crotch to caress his erection, her fingertips trailing up the underside of his stiff shaft.

Caleb could hardly believe his luck. He closed his eyes, returning Cat’s hungry kiss, locking lips with her, moaning against her. His tongue twisted with hers, and before he knew it, the pair were stumbling toward an empty chair. The backs of Caleb’s knees hit the edge of the chair, nearly causing him to lose his balance. Cat broke the kiss, a strand of saliva hanging between their tongues, and gave the intern a playful shove, pushing him down into the seat.

“Who knows?” Cat said nonchalantly, dropping to her knees. “Maybe I’ll do a little fluff piece on the latest Revlon line… A little collab with Lana… Something to get the people’s minds off of all that craziness in Gotham…”

With that, the reporter leaned in, parted her lips, and took Caleb’s cock into her mouth. The intern leaned back in the chair, moaning as pleasant, warm wetness enveloped his erection. Without hesitation, Cat started to suck. She bobbed her head like it was the most natural thing in the world, lips gliding smoothly up and down Caleb’s cock, tongue dragging along the underside of his erection, one hand stroking him, the other cradling his balls.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” Caleb gasped, placing one hand on Cat’s head to help set her pace.

“Well, it took a lot of practice!” Lois replied, grunting the last word as she pinned Lana to the floor, holding her thighs apart as she came down between her friend’s legs. “You don’t become front-page material overnighmmph!”

Her voice became a wordless, muffled sound as she started to eat Lana out. Lois’s lips sealed around her friend’s clit, and she sucked, licked, and nibbled at the redhead’s sex while her friend reclined, arms folded behind her head, lying casually back as if she were just chatting with a girlfriend.

“I think a little teamup between my company and the Planet would be fuuuuuck- fun!” Lana remarked, a shiver running up her spine as Lois’s tongue dragged its way up her folds to circle her clit. “Maybe you two should rock, paper, ooohhh, fuck, you should scissor me to see who gets to write the article!”

“Mmph-hmm… Mmmfff…”

Cat’s response was unintelligible as she swallowed up Caleb’s full length, practically kissing the base of his cock. She slurped loudly as she drew herself back, slowly dragging her lips up his full length, flicking her tongue along his underside to tease him as she gently kneaded his balls. All the while, she stroked him with her free hand, pumping up and down, staring up at his face, the lucky young intern blushing hard as he realized he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Hey!” Lois gasped, popping out from between Lana’s legs. “That’s actually not a bad idea!”

She quickly repositioned herself, turning around, sliding between Lana’s spread legs, pressing her pussy against her friend’s.

“A little friendly competition never hurt anyone, right?”

Lois and Lana began to grind, each holding the other’s thigh for support with one hand, the others clasped together, fingers interlaced. They rolled their hips, continuing their back-and-forth banter, their words interspersed with sharp gasps, breathless moans, and lusty little whimpers.

Cat, meanwhile, had brought Caleb just about to his limit. It hadn’t taken long. The young man had something of a hair trigger, it seemed, and the reporter knew just which buttons to press to pull it. Gritting his teeth, Caleb laced his fingers through Cat’s hair, reflexively moving his hips, thrusting into her mouth as she sucked, trying desperately to prolong the experience.

No such luck.

“Fffuuuck!”

Caleb let out a **** moan as he came. Cat’s lips were wrapped around the very tip of his cock, tongue lapping at the sensitive underside of his glans to send him over the edge. She purred happily around his throbbing erection as thick, warm spurts of fresh semen gushed onto her tongue. Caleb filled her mouth, the reporter patiently waiting for every drop of her sticky reward before pulling back, finally releasing Caleb’s cock from her mouth with a soft, wet pop.

“Das ‘ight- mpleh…”

Cat voiced her agreement with Lois and Lana around a mouthful of cum, not even realizing it was sliding off her tongue and splattering her chest. Thick, messy globs fell from her tongue, plopping in a sticky mess all over her breasts. Cat didn’t seem to care in the slightest, though, and the display was more than welcome, as far as Caleb was concerned. His cock stayed stubbornly hard, twitching eagerly for more attention.

Lois and Lana kept rubbing against each other, bodies pressed together, the wetness dripping from their pussies mingling on the floor between them. They were flushed, panting, their bodies writhing in pleasure.

“Hey, Caleb,” Lois began. “You used to wooohhhork in Gotham, right?”

She paused briefly, just long enough to reposition herself on top of Lana, pinning her down and dropping her hips to properly grind against her.

“Right,” Caleb replied as nonchalantly as he could manage, one hand absentmindedly moving to stroke his cock to the sight of Lois humping Lana.

“What dooohhho you think ah, ah, ahhh about working with Lana?” Lois asked between moans. “You could fuck get some experience, and I’m ooohhh, yes sure Lana wouldn’t mind take it! taking you under her wing for your first aaaahhhssignment!”

Lois thrust her hips, grunting as she came again, squirting across her friend’s belly. Lana, breathless though she was, didn’t react in the slightest to the sticky spurt of quim splattering her skin.

“Now there’s an idea!” Lana gasped excitedly, squirming out from under Lois. “I’d love to help the newbie with his first real article!”

She took Lois by the hand, pulling her toward the chair Caleb was seated in. Both women knelt in front of the intern, eyes bright as they beamed up at him.

“He gets some experience in the field,” Lana began, wrapping her fingers around Caleb’s shaft. “I get some good publicity! Win-win, right?”

“What do you think, Caleb?” Lois asked, interlacing her fingers with Lana’s around the intern’s cock, slowly stroking him with her friend. “Ready to get some real experience?”

“Hell yes,” Caleb replied eagerly, heart pounding in his chest as his boss leaned in and took a nice, long lick of his shaft.

“Sounds like a plan then!” Lana beamed, pausing briefly to lick the tip of Caleb’s dick once Lois was out of the way. “Welcome to Fashion Lane!”

Caleb couldn’t help but chuckle at the double-whammy thrill of getting his first real assignment and getting his cock sucked by Lana Lang and Lois fucking Lane at the same time. Never, not even in his wildest, horniest dreams could he have imagined that this would actually be happening. He pinched himself on the arm, a long overdue test to see if he was dreaming. The slight sting of pain told him that, yes, this was really happening. The thrilled intern grinned, leaning back, folding his arms behind his head as he let the women kneeling in front of him get to work.

Lois started to suck, her free hand brushing her hair back as her other worked in tandem with Lana to stroke her intern’s shaft. She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, ever so slightly bobbing her head as her tongue circled his glans. Her bright, violet eyes were fixed on him, as if something somewhere inside her knew what she was doing and wanted to make damn sure he was enjoying it, whether or not she was conscious of it. Bit by bit, Lois slurped more of Caleb’s length between her lips, tongue snaking around and around his sensitive crown, teasing only about an inch or so of his cock into her mouth before she suddenly slid back and released him.

“We’ll have to set up an interview,” Lois stated, saliva hanging between her lips and the tip of Caleb’s cock. “I can help you draft some questions tomorrow!”

“Just make sure he mmblph mhh lmmph gmmph,” came Lana’s reply, the latter half muffled as she took Caleb’s cock between her lips.

The redhead fashionista was nothing short of a professional cocksucker, Caleb quickly came to realize. She bobbed her head expertly, moaning, slurping, licking. Her lips were sealed tightly around the intern’s shaft, cheeks hollowed as she sucked, maintaining a firm seal as her lips dragged gently along his length. All the while, she and Lois kept stroking him, their hands clasped around him, squeezing gently, coaxing out warm, salty-sweet dribbles of precum.

“I don’t think that will be a problem,” Lois giggled as Lana pulled back from Caleb’s cock, taking a deep breath as it popped out of her lips. “You’re always a total hhmmmphhh-mmph…”

Lois found it just as difficult as Lana had to talk with her mouth full. Her muffled words, however, sent a pleasant little buzz through Caleb’s erection as she tried to speak. The intern moaned softly as his boss sucked his cock, inching her way further and further down his shaft. She wasn’t nearly as good at it as Lana, or even Cat, but there was something sexy and endearing about how hard she was trying. She made it as far as she could, about halfway down Caleb’s length, before she gagged, sputtered, and pulled back coughing.

“W- ACK! With me c-URK! coaching him,” Lois began, eyes watering as she coughed. “I’m s- ECH! sure you’ll get a nice boost to business!”

“Well, that sounds lovely,” Lana purred, leaning in close to Lois, free hand cupping her cheek. “How ever can I repay you?”

“Let’s just say you owe me one,” Lois teased in a low, breathy voice.

The two women leaned in, lips meeting around the tip of Caleb’s cock. They kissed around the intern’s glans, tongues swishing along his sensitive flesh, warm breath making his tip tingle with the intense sensation of their shared passion. Caleb gasped and moaned, his dick throbbing hard as he watched Lois and Lana making out around his cockhead. Their tongues, warm and wet, trailed over and around his most sensitive spot, teasing his crown until he couldn’t take it any longer.

“F- Fuck!” Caleb hissed, not bothering to try holding back this time. “G- Gonna cum!”

Lois and Lana continued kissing, deepening it, in fact. Their lips locked around Caleb’s tip as his cock twitched and pulsed. Their tongues slithered along the underside of his sensitive glans. Their hands pumped his cock, milking him to completion between their lips. Hot, thick spurts of semen gushed from Caleb’s tip, splattering messily all over the women’s lips and chins. Caleb’s load squirted out hard and heavy, some getting in the pair’s mouths, but most of it running down their chins and dripping into their cleavage, leaving them in much the same state Cat was now.

Lois and Lana kept kissing, snowballing Caleb’s fresh load back and forth before finally breaking apart. Semen and spit hung between their lips, dangling precariously before the strand snapped and fell onto Lois’s chest. The reporter ended up with Caleb’s cum in her mouth, the thick, sticky wad having been pushed in by Lana’s tongue. She swallowed and stood nonchalantly, strolling back to her computer desk and scrolling through the nude photos of Mari McCabe.

“Oh!” Lois gasped, leaning in to get a closer look at one of the pictures. “Maybe we could dress you up in one of your new designs!”

She clicked the image, enlarging it to give Lana, who moved to join the reporter, a better look.

“Something like this, maybe?” Lois suggested, gesturing toward the image of Vixen, who was very much not wearing anything as someone pumped her full of cum from behind.

“Hmmm… That’s cute, but if we’re doing photos, what about something more like…”

Caleb’s attention drifted away from Lois and Lana’s conversation. His gaze trailed over to Cat, who had been mostly quiet during the proceedings between her two friends and the intern. The reporter was leaning on Lois’s desk, bent over slightly, looking intently at the images on the computer screen. If it weren’t for the fact that she had a hand between her legs, fingers pumping her dripping-wet cunt, it might have looked as though she were innocently enjoying the purported fashion shoot on the screen.

Caleb couldn’t take his eyes off of Cat’s behind. She was, without a doubt, the curviest of the women in the room. Soft and round in all the right places, the reporter was a temptation Caleb just couldn’t resist. The intern couldn’t help but imagine what her butt might look like bouncing in time with the swing of his hips, her cheeks rippling from the **** of his thrusts.

He wouldn’t have to wait long for the mental image to become a reality.