Clark's Second Session

Clark was once again back in Doctor Wayne's office. He couldn't help but smirk unintentionally as his imagination put Bruce in the next room. God, what would a therapy session with Batman be like? Though generally, he thought Bruce would probably benefit more from some professional psychological help than he would. Not that he imagined Batman had any sexual issues, given his alter-ego's long line of celebrities and other beautiful socialites he dated, but he definitely had issues.

Strangely, Ms. Aniston's desk was empty, the beautiful big-busted secretary absent. He checked his phone. It was 2:03, his appointment had been scheduled for 2.

There were muffled sounds coming from the closed doorway to Dr. Wayne's office and Clark mentally focused on his hearing, he generally ignored most sounds beyond his immediate vicinity as it was incredibly difficult to concentrate on his current situation if he didn't do so.

“UUUUUHH!!! OOOHHHHHH!!!!” Those were the long moans of Nicole Aniston, something he'd imagined constantly over the past couple of weeks. Clark felt the blood rush to his groin in response, just as it had when he'd merely pictured such cries in his mind.

“UH! Oh God! Ohmy God! UGH!!!! UNGHH!!! SHIT!!!!!!”

“YEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!! OH FUCK!!!!!”

His exceptional Kryptonian hearing picked up the sound of the Doctor's pelvis smashing rhythmically into her plump hips as well as the wet squelching sound of his cock thrusting into the enthusiastically willing woman.

”And your cock, D-Doctor, it’s s-so b-b-big...OH, GOD, FUCK ME HARDER!!!”

Clark flicked his X-ray vision on without conscious thought, reacting to a sub-conscious desire, he could not resist.

“If you say so, you sexy slut,” Dean said with a lazy smirk as he slid one of his hands down from her slender waist, and gave one of those succulent, jiggling ass cheeks of hers a hard, playful slap. He had her bent over his desk and he looked like he was having the time of his life, his blue tie loose around his neck upon a ripped torso that was every bit as defined as Clark's own, even if it wasn't quite as bulging with thick muscular meat, his pants bunched down around his ankles, jackhammering away at Nicole’s juicy little cunt with obvious enthusiasm.

Her feet were planted on the ground but her knees buckled as she cried out, her legs shaking. Her gorgeous face was pressed into a stack of sweat-soaked papers on the desk, her mouth open and tongue flicking as she panted, whimpered and begged for more.

"Yes...yes...YES...OHMYGOD!!!!"

Clark wanted to look away from the sight of his therapist fucking that hot, sexy little minx... but that was a lie...

Not only could he not tear his eyes away from the two of them happily fucking away...to his embarrassment, he found that watching them was giving him an absolutely raging hard-on. It was such a hot sight. Nicole, with that pretty smile of hers, her eyes closed and those luscious, huge, perky breasts of hers bouncing around like crazy as her boss slid his giant dick into her tight little twat...holy shit, what a lucky guy, Clark thought enviously. The Doctor was, of course not showing any issues whatsoever maintaining his hardness or staving off climax...

What was more than embarrassing, he found himself wanting to jerk off as he watched them.

He didn’t know why the urge was so strong, but he found that he wanted more than anything to pleasure himself while watching them. His hand wandered down to the increasingly agonizing bulge in his slacks, his fingertips wanting to unzip the fly so he could, well, relieve himself. Clark didn’t know how he did it, but it took just about every ounce of willpower he had to keep his pants zipped up.

So instead, he watched the Doctor and his secretary rutting away like dogs in heat in the next office for thirty, maybe forty-five minutes, the fluorescent track lighting hanging from the ceiling flickering oddly as the two horny lovers moaned and writhed in ecstasy. The sounds of slapping flesh echoed throughout the room as well as Clark's ears along with their throaty gasps of wicked pleasure, Nicole begging the Doctor to fuck her even harder...and Dean needing no encouragement as he banged the naughty slut like a screen door in a hurricane.

Clark was awash with arousal, his dick actually tore through his pants to stand tall against his stomach, frantically spitting out pre-cum so that the front of his pants were speckled with with filth. He could feel himself beginning to sweat profusely as the pressure in his loins increased.

The Doctor's secretary, the busty blonde now riding him cowgirl style atop his desk, papers strewn everywhere, her enormous bosoms flying all over the place like water balloons as she jiggled them about, smacking into her chin even.

Even without touching himself, he thought his exposed and achingly erect dick was about to explode. His trousers were torn and parted epic-ally by his own monstrously hard member as he helplessly watched the two horny humans fuck, his cock throbbing in indescribable desire, harder that it'd ever been in his life. It was both the sexiest and the most tortuous thing he'd ever seen, and he needed to bite his lips to keep from moaning...

His eyes looked like they were going to explode as his X-ray vision kicked in, and he saw the Doctor's long, hard tool slide in and out of her juicy hole, saw her creamy love tunnel being repeatedly penetrated, stretched, explored and invaded by his fat prick as he slid in and out with his enormous testicles smacking against both her luscious butt-cheeks and her engorged clit.

He could see the enlarged vein running along the top of the doctor's dick, thick as a pencil and as impressive as any he'd ever seen.

Clark saw through the doctor's skin with his X-ray vision, giving him a perfect view of the big man's ejaculation, semen boiling and roiling within his enormous testicles, firing and exploding out through the Doctor's thick urethra, traveling down his ultra-long shaft at breakneck speed, leaving a thick trail of his cream behind.

He saw the Doctor's raw ejaculate spraying against the secretary's cervix, filling her womb with semen as he bred her like a filthy savage, her own vaginal juices and love nectar pouring down between her buttocks and chest, running along her belly and pooling between her legs as her body struggled to handle all of the Doctor's thick spunk.

Instantly at the same time, Clark came, hand gripped tightly around his turgid member, he pounded away at his thick length. He wasn't quiet. It was impossible, no matter how much he wanted to resist drawing attention to himself, he came loudly. He writhed in ecstasy as his fist pumped rapidly and thick shots of semen shot up into the air again and again as he groaned.