Marry The Steel Ch 02

Mercy Graves had had a long day. She was still chairwoman of the board, able to push against CEO Lana Lang and the majority shareholder, Contessa Erica Alexanda Del Portenza, but her position lacked the strength Lex had possessed.

Now Lang wanted to turn them into some kind of charity, shut down the weapons division, start building affordable housing, while the Contessa was a downright corporate raider, wanting to strip-mine Lexcorp for quick cash to furnish her own holdings. Mercy was the only one trying to hold things together for when Lex got out. And he would get out.

It was more than loyalty. It was safety and security. She and Lex were alike creatures, survivors who knifed through a hypocritical world. Keeping Lexcorp in stasis for Lex to retake the throne would allow him to watch her back, just as the services she provided watched his in so many ways. They had a mutually beneficial arrangement, united by sheer logic and self-interest. An alliance far deeper, far more meaningful, than any marriage.

But—sentimentally enough—she missed the sex.

The last time they'd been together, Lex had teased her, played with her, sucked her cunt, but left her with only one dirty little orgasm to tide her over, keeping all the real pleasure for himself. Mercy had known her turn was coming, but then all the business with the Eugenic Bomb—Lex's arrest—she had barely even seen him since.

The day had been long and hard, countering all of Lang and the Contessa's moves, trying to keep up a stalemate with two ruthless opponents. As soon as business hours were over, Mercy went to her small gym, running on the treadmill until the pitiless machinery of her body had worked out all the frustration. She'd fallen into the habit of being able to train herself. Not a bad habit, but a habit nonetheless. Her body was used to it, punished her for not supplying it.

Now effectively wrung out, at least as well as she could be under the circumstances, Mercy went to the bathroom. Her executive suite was on the same floor as Lex's, neighboring it, allowing her to attend to him without anyone being the wiser. Many times, he'd stepped through the concealed passageway into her shower and had her without warning, the surprise always bracing, thrilling.

Showering without him could only make her feel a little better. She took it cold, the first rush of water almost bringing a gasp from her. Mercy stood under it until her body was numb, her restless senses dulled. She had a busy day tomorrow. She had to get to sleep quickly, revitalize herself as best she could for the next day. She got out of the shower, her body covered with gooseflesh. She toweled herself off, putting on a white bra, trim white panties. Then she covered herself with a white slip, the neckline high, the hemline just above her knees, just in case she was awoken by new business.

Sitting before the mirror in her well-appointed lavatory, she brushed out her hair, then wrapped it in a silk scarf for bed. She thought of nothing but the appointments she would have the next day. She absolutely refused to think about Lex's hands on her breasts, fitting there more intimately than her bra ever could, or his tongue between her legs, pleasing her beyond description. She blotted out the vivid visuals of the mirror above Lex's bed, and tried very hard not to think of how good it had felt to have a strong body on top of her.

She stepped into a pale of slippers, pulled on a monogrammed robe—a distant Christmas present from Lex—and headed for the small bedroom she'd used while Lex was entertaining other company. Now that Lang had taken over Lex's offices, it was her new home. If anyone had seen her—hair neatly arranged, make-up thoroughly removed, resting bitch face properly businesslike—they could almost have taken her as ready to go to work instead of leaving it.

Then: "Oh! OH!

OHHHHH!

"

The sounds were obviously sexual in nature, feminine—orgasmic. Mercy automatically strained her hearing, detecting the urgent grunting of a male hard at work.

Lang, you slut,

she thought to herself. The noise was coming from Lana's office—

Lex's

office. Mercy decided to err on the side of curiosity. Whatever she discovered could prove very useful.

Opening the passage between her suite and Lex's, Mercy slipped into the crawlspace, the growing sounds pulling her in like a moth to the flame. In a few steps, she found the louvered walls that Lang still thought were only aesthetic. Mercy pulled the cord a little, opening the slats just enough to see through. Then the cord slipped from her hand as she teetered on suddenly wobbling legs. Leaning on the wall to support herself, she drew her phone from the pocket of her robe and began to record.

***

Lana held her legs wantonly open, fully displaying her dripping cunt and the damply matted hair that surrounded it. The muscles of her thighs were tensing and flexing repeatedly, as if in preparation. Lois's eyes shot past them, glued to her lewdly exposed pussy as she crawled between Lana's outspread legs.

"Never been eaten out by a woman before..." Lana exclaimed, flesh goosepimpling with anticipation.

"Yeah, right," Lois muttered.

"Even if she has," Clark remarked, patting Lois reproachfully on the head, "I'm sure being licked by you will be like the first time."

"Amateur hour, you mean?" Lana replied sweetly.

Clark swatted her ass. "Move a second," he said, holding up a pillow with his other hand. "It'll feel better if you're sitting on this."

Hotly flushed, somewhat because of the chiding little smack, Lana arched her back to let Clark put the pillow under her. Her ass, still a bright rose from how Clark's loins had smacked against it as he sodomized her, glowed prettily with the pillow to prop it up, put it on display.

Lois stared, shamefaced but more excited than ever. Unwillingly, her eyes darted to Clark, as if to ask how he could possibly approve of this. Wasn't she cheating on him, sort of, with Lana? But Clark just nodded, with the firm relish of the good that she'd always admired in Superman. With his permission to give into her licentious urges, Lois lowered her head.

Her tongue skimmed out from between her lips, seeking the pungent feminine aroma that was assailing her nostrils, finding the taste of it in the feminine dew that ran from Lana's cunt. Drawn in, drinking of Lana's charms with all her senses, Lois placed a moist kiss squarely between Lana's thighs.

Lana gasped, her mouth forming a total circle. "Shit! That feels good!"

"Language, Lana," Clark tutted, smiling ironically, and Lois jerked her head up as well.

"And don't act so surprised!" she added, part of her pleased to put a stop to this strange interlude that seemed incestuous in a way. She and Lana had related to each other as enemies for so long that to suddenly share Clark—share each other—seemed like a betrayal of their relationship. Or like the bottom had dropped out of it, letting them fall into the underpinnings that had always been there.

The latter, Lois decided, as Clark brushed some hair back out of her face. Part of what had made Lana such a friendly rival was that she was such a damn

catch

, Lois couldn't help but think Superman—or Clark—would be well-served with her as a wife. It made even her feel inadequate, competing with such a success. Now, giving in to their mutual desire, that inadequacy disappeared so fast, it left a howling vacuum. Lust rushed in to fill it.

Looking up thankfully to Clark for fixing her hair—for arranging this, in his astonishing wisdom—she extended her warm pink tongue, worked it into Lana's equally pink slit, the two seeming to merge into one glowing color. Lana giggled, almost with relief, squirming her little ass around happily as she was tantalized.

Clark watched with both happiness for his friends, his wives—and quiet, intent lust. The two women, so different, were quite the same in their willingness to get what they wanted. Sex made them the same wild animal, and he enjoyed the sudden common ground, female tongue meeting female sex, both hungrily embracing the other.

***

Despite her cold shower, Mercy was feeling warm. Her sex was heated in a sudden sunburst, making her feel hunger, sexual, ready to fuck.

It'd been a long time since Lex had gone to prison.

***

Blushing despite herself, embarrassed despite herself, Lois found herself enjoying her submissiveness even more. She'd always wanted a man who wouldn't quite let her run roughshod over him. A woman was good too. Even untouched, her body trembled and quivered as she probed her tongue between Lana's labia lips, at first sampling the delicious fruit, then wholeheartedly devouring it, using her fingers to spread the oh-so-willing gates and puckering her lips and slipping them neatly upon Lana's cunt. Lana's quivering little clit was soon caught in the perfect oval of her lips; Lana felt it being sucked into Lois's mouth.

"Oh! Oh! That's how I want my pussy eaten! Oh,

wow!

I can just feel your mouth all around my clit—your tongue—I can feel

everything

—oh, Clark, you can't imagine...!"

"Then show me," Clark said, a polite command as his cock ached in stiff torture, watching the obscene beauty of their engagement. He climbed upon the bed, kneeling beside Lana's head, his cock pointing itself squarely at her mouth. All she had to do was turn her head and... "And show Lois what a good cocksucker you are. I'm sure she'd be interested in a little friendly competition."

"I can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch!" Lois bragged. "But let the old lady go first. No reason to embarrass her..."

Lana swallowed hard—this was turning into an orgy. "You want me to—in front of Lois—while she—?"

"Hey, Smallville, if she wants to be a prude, might as well treat her like a prude," Lois suggested from her unique vantage point. "Why don't you give her a spanking for being such a naughty girl?"

"You'd enjoy it too much!" Lana shot at her.

"One of us would..."

"Lois!" Clark said chidingly. "There's no need to be rude. Not when your mouth could be doing so many other things..."

Flushing at Clark's seamless dominion of her—God, she loved finally having Superman

use her,

take her up on all the offers, all the flirting—Lois bent down to teach Lana once and for all who was better in bed, with male or with female.

Instantly, Lana was writhing and squirming, her movements almost deliberately provocative as she bit her lip, opened her mouth to take in breaths so deep they jostled her tits, then bit her lip even harder. Lois was tormenting her clitoris into a frenzy of pleasure, was ravenous for her cream. Lana pumped and thrust her hips, her whole body, like a bucking bronco, only held down by Clark's firm hands. Her long, flawless legs wrapped around Lois's neck in a tight coil, never wanting to release the source of such debased pleasure.

"Eat me!" she demanded, used to being obeyed. "Suck me! Eat my pussy and suck my pussy and oh, God, my poor clit! It's going to explode! Suck it, suck it! Only a girl could suck me like this!"

"Ha!" Lois cried out. "Lezbo—I fucking knew it."

"I was experimenting!" Lana retorted.

"I do believe the experiment was a success," Lois re-retorted, before her lips were completely covered by Lana's folds, even her nose partly buried in the juicy pink. The sound of her mouth at work was all too loud, her cheeks almost meeting inside her mouth as she drank in Lana's liquid pleasure. Lana's pelvis jerked back and forth with the tongue inside it, quick movements that shook her hips right off the bed.

"You do seem a little uninterested in men," Clark taunted, hands on his hips, his cock still ignored despite being right in Lana's face.

"Well, I could use something to distract me from 'amateur hour,'" Lana needled, before reaching up to cup Clark's enormous balls in either hand. Keenly aware that Lois was watching, her face blushing crimson, Lana put her small pink tongue all over the swollen, heavy orbs. She was deliciously ashamed of herself as she made them glisten with her saliva, coarse black hair matted to the wrinkled skin by all the spit she had applied.

"Enjoying the floor show, Lois?" Clark asked, knowing the teasing made Lana burn even hotter.

"Sure am!" Lois replied brightly, still rubbing her tongue over Lana's sex. "Just don't forget the main event..."

Mercy certainly wasn't.

***

Mercy took off her robe, letting it fall to the floor. It was getting warm. Too goddamn warm.

In a way, she felt jealous of Lang. She'd never expected Lang to be a saint, to devote herself wholeheartedly to Lexcorp as she had, leaving no time for more tawdry pleasures. Now that little idiot was getting the sex Mercy should've been having, eaten out, sucking cock, while Mercy could only watch.

And it was only fair that she should watch. Enjoy at least this... insane excitement from spying on the three of them, even if she couldn't join in. She deserved it.

Besides, Mercy didn't think she could help herself.

***

In and out, Lois fucked Lana's cunt with a stiff tongue, her victim's juices flooding her mouth, Lois moaning as she eagerly gulped them down. It might just have been the only thing sweet about Lana, she thought.

All the muscles in Lana's body were tense now, trembling. She squeezed her thighs down hard on Lois's head, crushing her ears to her skull so all Lois could hear was the beating of her racing heart and the distant echo of her tongue crawling through Lana's hungry cunt.

Lana suddenly needed something to do with her mouth besides shouting how much she loved Lois's tongues, how it was making her feel so fucking good, how she could feel the little ripples of lesbian sex rolling up and down her spine, all the way from the tips of her toes to the base of her skull.

She sucked one of Clark's massive balls into her mouth, holding it there lovingly, sucking and tonguing like it was hard candy. With the embarrassment of having to be so obscene in front of an onlooker, her friend and rival Lois (and Lana didn't know which of those designations was worse—more exciting), Lana was becoming unspeakably aroused. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with deep breaths, her skin reddened, her whole body burned on the point of frenzy. She nearly gagged herself giving Clark's other testicle the same treat as the first, working it between her full lips, sucking on it and flicking it with her desperate tongue.

"Mmmmmm!" Lana moaned, slurping her way off it. "Strong flavor, Clark! I love that tang, how damn

masculine

they taste." She kissed his balls, pressing them against the inside of his thigh with her lips, then puckering them to give a little suckle. He groaned and Lana darted a quick glance down the bed, pleased to see Lois was watching jealously.

The brunette shoved the full length of her tongue into Lana's cunt, groaning with one-upmanship when she felt her rival's inner muscles clenching against her tongue. Her own pussy was growing wet, but Lois ignored it. She wanted to get Lana off. In her mind, she'd made this a contest to see who was better suited for Clark. And it looked like she would be getting Lana off long before Clark got off.

The same thought struck Lana, the two women having far more in common than they would ever admit. Gripping Clark's prick at the base—her small hand dwarfed by its massive heft—Lana slipped the head into her warm, welcoming mouth. Lois eagerly watched the performance, Lana looking like she was trying to wear down the huge organ, defeat it with her combination of manual stroking and oral caresses.

Sucking and tonguing the sleek head, continually pulling and stroking with her warm hand, it seemed impossible that any man could resist coming. But Clark's erection refused to be eroded. It only seemed to get bigger and harder inside of Lana's mouth.

"That's a good start," Clark praised, the compliment making Lana feel shockingly warm. "Now let's see if you can get it into your throat."

***

Mercy couldn't take her eyes off Lang as she noisily sucked Clark's manhood. She felt the warm liquid marshalling in her cunt, its slow trickle down her inner thighs.

She was desperately trying to remember what it'd been like, the last time she'd sucked a big cock like that. She still couldn't remember as she stripped off her slip, but at least she felt better, not being covered in all that damn sweat.

***

Lana was so determined to please Clark that, when Lois licked her cunt again, jarring her back into awareness of her own building orgasm, it came as a shock. As if for the first time, she realized she was being watched. She blushed deeply around the mouthful of hard, pounding cock Clark had gifted her.

He pushed at her narrowing mouth, hands at his flanks to steady himself as he relentlessly filled her mouth with a kind of determined politeness. The thick, throbbing lance made Lana wiggle with excitement, her mouth watering but her saliva matched, even outdone by the fragrant juices that smeared Lois's face, trickling upon her inner thighs.

"Well, someone likes cock. Bit of a surprise, given how much she likes my tongue," Lois remarked, watching her frenemy accept more and more of Clark's shaft into her ovaled mouth. "Guess she's either a bisexual or just

really

skanky..."

"Ignore her," Clark told Lana. "See if you can make it disappear."

Lana's groan told him it was impossible. Occasionally swallowing her rapidly flowing saliva, trying not to let it trickle from the corners of her mouth, Lana worked herself forward onto the solid, pounding meat, both her new lovers watching intently as its bulk was accepted between her outstretched lips. Clark sighed, feeling his crown against the roof of her mouth, scraping through on its way to her throat. Lana's half-strangled gasp said she couldn't take anymore.

"Well!" Lois exclaimed, admiration mixed with envy in her voice as she looked at the shaft protruding from Lana's stretched lips and calculated how many inches she'd managed. "I can't believe she got it that far down her throat! She's talented, I'll give her that!"

"Give her more," Clark instructed.

Lois looked down at Lana's clit, hard and red and throbbing, and licked her lips hungrily. She could feel that wet cream cooling on her face. Mercurial as always, she decided to forego the competition. Now she wanted to see how long she could keep Lana at the very edge of ecstasy, build the tension up to the absolute limit and keep her there, in sexual agony, for as long as possible. Then make her come so damn hard.

Lois liked the idea of making Lana come.

She moved her tongue over Lana's sex, letting its sides stroke the edges of Lana's clit, the tip of her tongue play over its length, but never making direct contact. Not yet. Just as the clit seemed painfully erect, Lois dropped down, flicking her tongue-tip up and down the lips of Lana's cunt, then sucking on those tempting folds for just an instant, sending a solid tremor through the redhead.

Seeking to distract herself from Lois's tonguing, Lana began moving her head up and down on Clark's dick with deliciously long, sweet suckling. Both Lois and Clark watched with fascination as her flaming red hair bobbed up and down on his lap, her similarly crimson face straining with the effort to handle so much hard cock.

Lana was breathing raggedly now, catching her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, pinching them lightly at first, then increasing the pressure until she began to feel a little pain mixed in with the pleasure of the caresses. She twisted her head to one side, allowing Clark's bulging erection to press outward against the succulent softness of her cheek, letting Lois see just how much cock was hers, all hers.

"Yeah, that's it," Clark panted, petting Lana's head gently in appreciation. "Show Lois what a good little cocksucker you are."