No one was home. Lois Lane unlocked the door with the key Clark had given her. She deposited her bag and jacket and slipped into the kitchen. She had no idea where he was, but she knew he was not here making her dinner as promised. And she was hungry, fortunately her boyfriend usually kept a pretty stocked larder. She fixed herself a sandwich and made her way into the living room.
Kicking off her shoes, she channel surfed, but nothing was on, so she picked up a magazine and thumbed through it. Finished eating, she put the empty plate in the sink. Walking back she felt a rush of air. "Clark?" But she was alone. She sat back down and was surprised to feel the rough cloth of couch on her bare legs. Her skirt was gone. Looking down at her dark blue bikini cut panties she quickly crossed her arms in defense. "Very funny. Now come out." Silence greeted her so she stood and started to wander around.
The apartment seemed deserted, but she knew he was watching her. She imaged him peering around a corner, eyes tracing the graceful curve of her ass. Despite herself she started getting aroused. She gave in, "okay, you win." She spread her arms wide. Nothing happened, there was no sign of him. He was toying with her. "Fuck," she grumbled to herself, then realized he could hear. "This isn't funny!" she stamped her foot in frustration.
Well this was getting her nowhere. Then inspiration struck. Going through his collection of CDs she found what she was looking for and played it. Slow dance music filled the room as she made her way to the center of the room. She began swaying and ran her hands over her body. The lights dimmed, challenged accept. "Are you sure don't want to come out and play with me?" she asked in an innocent voice. "No? Too bad, I guess I'll have to amuse myself." She gracefully cupped herself, tugging on her nipples to make them standout. "Mmm." Throwing up her arms she waterfalled down. Then, teasingly slowly she undid the first button on her simple blouse. One lone finger slipped into her mouth, and then traced the little patch of newly exposed flesh. "Want to see more?"
The next button slid through its eyehole, and top of the soft swell of her full breasts could be seen. She was starting to get into it, dancing for her man even while she could not see him. The first traces of moisture trickled through her lips and were absorbed by her panties. If he was going to get her all turned on and make her wait she would return the favor, so she undid the bottom button instead. She smiled to herself as she turned and rubbed her legs together. She could picture Clark frowning. She slipped her hands under her shirt, to fondle her bounty. Another button was undone, and she discreetly ran a finger over her nether lips, creasing the cloth of the panties. She involuntarily dipped when her legs went rubbery at the contact. She was getting a little too worked up. There were only two buttons left, no matter which she did her perfect tits would be very visible.
After a moments hesitation she opened up the top one, revealing ivory skin meeting the black bra. She still did not understand why he liked for her bra and panties to not match, when he let her wear them at all. She spun and bumped into an impressively muscled leg that rested on the coffee table. He was sitting on the couch, clad only in her favorite maroon silk boxers, which jutted obscenely. Gleefully she grinded her thigh against his pole, "Happy to see me?" He was silent so she lithely dragged her body, up over his and then with her hair back down. The music, low lighting, feel of her lover's hard body, dancing for him, made the moment incredibly erotic. Her senses were overwhelmed.
Clark did not seem to be suffering from any ill effects as he undid the final button, and yanked her shirt down pinning her arms at her side. 'Shit' she thought 'I'm defenseless now.' A devastating smile from Clark let her know that he knew it too. Her bra was next, pulled down, the straps locking her down further. His kisses started on her left hip, slowly working over her flat tummy. They tickled. He gentle blew on the underside of one breast and she yelped. He had not even touched her. He smirked, but she did not care. Looking down she saw a blatant wetspot on her panties. The first few times she had been embarrassed at her body's simmering reaction to his expert ministrations, but she was past that now and just relished the feelings. "What did you expect? You know what you do to me." He lunged at her tit, catching the nipple in his teeth with practiced precision, and pulled it in. "Ahh!" Maybe she heard him murmur, the first sound he had made, she was not sure. She was sure he was staring up into her eyes with intensity. He did not stand, but floated up to kiss her knowing full well these little superpower displays made her go gaga. Tongue swirled in her mouth as firm hands mauled her ass. Suddenly everything stopped, Lois opened her eyes.
He snapped the elastic band of her panties. "What is this?" he sounded menacing.
"They're called panties."
"You know I don't like panties."
"Well," she giggled, "you don't have to wear them."
He gave her ass a playful slap. And pulled them *up*. Lois gasped as they slipped between her lips. He started sawing them back and forth. "No need to be cheeky." He pushed her and she fell back onto the couch. Stepping up he pushed his dick through the hole in his boxers. It transfixed her as it hovered just a few inches in front of her eyes. Unknowingly her mouth opened. Her lover dragged it down the side of her face, cherishing her as he stroked her cheek. It past tantalizingly of her lips and then down her neck, she was paralyzed as it dipped into the valley between her heavy breasts. Frozen, beads of sweat forming, her whole being focused on her flat tummy as he traced burning lines over her skin. She lifted her hips in silent plea. He noticed, but shook his head with a malicious grin. "Not even close lover."
Then he did the most erotic thing she had ever experienced, dragging the swollen red tip of his power over her lower lip. Her tongue darted out to give him a quick lick. "Stick out your tongue." She opened wide and he worked his dick over her. Was he going to cum on her face like a porn-star she thought, alarmed. Then the idea suddenly seemed very hot. It was not to be, he only gave her a single drop of his precum. Grateful for the treat she swallowed, enjoying his tangy flavor.
His thick member hung low in front of her face. "Would you like to suck my cock Lois?" Wow. She swallowed. He knew damn well she'd love the chance to devour him in one gulp. Not trusting her voice she nodded. He pressed the head against her mouth. "Go ahead." Licking the head, she started to work her way down his pole. She had an indescribable sense of rightness as he feed her his hard weapon. Gently, cherishingly she bathed him with her tongue, lightly flicking around with the tip even as he filled her more. She had come to love this, forming her mouth into a soft moist home for her lover's penis; feeling the most powerful man in the world tremble at the touch of her tongue. He gently cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes. Love was in both their looks. He made a few soft thrusts. Unable to use her hands she had to get inventive, twisting her neck to give him the sensation she wanted. Taking a deep breath she sat up and forced his cock down her throat, a trick she had just mastered. "Damn." He grunted. She smiled at him. "You're amazing, what you can do." She slowly pulled back, and felt him tremble, he was very close.
A dirty thought came to her. "Let's try something a little new." Opening her mouth wide, she stuck her tongue out and butterflied him. Clark groaned and exploded, shooting his sweat cum right into her mouth. A few stray strands landed on her cheeks.
"Was that good?"
"You have no idea!"
"Good enough to be let free?"
Clark stroked his chin as he considered. "No!" Grabbing her hips, he pulled her down on the couch until her pussy was in perfect attacking position.
He used his eye lasers to warm up his target, and she gasped. He knew that was one of her favorites, she couldn't stop her cunt from flowing now if her life depended on it. "That's cheating!?" She yelped as he drove his tongue into her, panties and all. Even his tongue had super strength, as he lifted with it, forcing her hips up. It had super speed as well, whipping out to snap her clit once before diving back in. Lois felt herself fast approaching the point of no return, she was deliciously helpless. The he stopped. "No Clark!"
"What do you want?"
"Please, lick my pussy and make me cum." He smiled and dove back in, it only took a few moments before Lois' whole body trembled and she melted into the couch in perfect satisfaction. "Oh god, that was amazing. You're getting too good at that Clark." He tenderly helped her out of her shirt. She stretched and shoved her soon to be husband. "You bastard!"
He chuckled. "Maybe you'll learn to stop wearing panties."
Lois felt the heat of embarrassment, rise in her belly and tint her neck. While she was fine with showing of her polished body in private, Clark wanted her to be more daring. She didn't demand he open his shirt at work, why did he insist so much? She felt his hands on the lacy garment in question, but pushed them away (he would tear them off, and she lost too many expensive pairs this way). She rolled them down well muscled legs and let her ass hit his member on the way up. He was already hard! He was going to be the death of her if she was not careful. His prod slipped between her cheeks, and she squeezed. They both groaned at the new erotic feel. "Put it in me Clark."
"Say please."
"Don't you want to fuck me?" She wiggled herself over him, and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath.
Clark was not interested in pussy-footing around, and slotted his dick in her moist hole. Now it was Lois' turn to gasp. "Something wrong dear? I thought you wanted this."
"Oh I do!! Don't you even think of pulling out!"
