MtS update

Clark had become attuned to Mercy’s thoughts, desires, and needs. He theorized that one of the best ways to keep his beautiful new companion from straying back to Luthor was to satisfy her so completely that she could not imagine another man even coming close to giving her what she wanted. He was determined to give her a fucking she would never forget each and every time that he took her.

He wanted her to be eager to take his cock into the softness and warmth of her body, and he wanted her to be so addicted to the pleasure he gave her that she would constantly crave his touch. She would not want to be far from her ‘fix’ and she would be too afraid of having to go without it permanently to ever turn against him.

That was the worst-case scenario, though. One he had to acknowledge, if only because by bringing Ms. Graves into his confidence, he had put Lois and Lana at her mercy (so to speak) as well. If she betrayed him to Luthor, they would be the ones to suffer.

But what he really wanted was her love. And he was getting it. If he could have read Mercy’s mind, he would have known that her need was so intense and the satisfaction he gave her so complete that she couldn’t have stopped herself from loving him even if she wanted to. It was the natural result of the feast-or-famine affection she’d ‘enjoyed,’ neglected by Lex, and now spoiled rotten in comparison by Clark. 

Her new life was already so much more exciting and satisfying than that of Lex Luthor’s aide-de-camp, so much so that she would have voluntarily given up the position of power that Lex had left her with in order to be this happy. She had never wanted it, anyway. She had wanted to feel safe, loved, and secure, and Clark had given her that along with the choice in the matter that Lex had denied her.

And after Clark had made her come ten times from his licking, probing tongue, he answered her fondest hopes and filled her empty cunt with his steel-hard cock, fucking her hard, making her come another ten times before he fed her starving pussy with his seed. Mercy found herself hoping she’d get pregnant. Feeling his baby growing inside her would be like constantly feeling his touch, the same way he’d hold her hand or guide her with a grip on her shoulder as they talked together.

Mostly, though, Mercy let her mind go blank, her body responding instinctively to his touch. She knew that she needed him, but she also knew that her new master would use her body in whatever way pleased him at the moment. She had not yet learned that the reason he was eating her asshole for such a long, long time was because she had hoped for him to do so. And whatever she wanted, he’d trade for her loyalty.

Lois demanded Mercy’s mouth then. Her fingers softly stroked over Mercy’s groin, down along the insides of her thighs, moving in concert with Clark’s hand to find all her most sensitive spots.

“Go on! Do it! Shove it in! I need it so much!”

“You need to shut up,” Lois muttered. She would be taking her sweet time. Mercy wasn’t going to rush her, not now or ever. She was the one calling the shots.

Lois Lane was in charge and that was the way it was going to stay.

***

“Hear you’re not one of us anymore, Clarkie.”

Clark looked up from his monitor. His particular desk—decorated with achievement awards and mementos from Smallville—was in an isolated corner of the Daily Planet bullpen, easy for him to slip away from unseen. Lois was right across from him, though her desk was frequently vacant. Now, Cat Grant was sitting on it—something that would drive Lois batty if she were there.

“Not one of us, Cat?” Clark looked around suspiciously. “Did Perry say something to you? I’d hate to think I’m on the job market again…”

“No, no—single.” Cat’s eyes flicked down to his hand, and the two wedding rings he wore to signal his engagements to the future Mrs. Kents. “You’re going along with all this Evilutionist hoopla. Gawd, what a meat market.”

Cat was, not to put too fine a point on it, pure sex. Even in a competition where Lana and Lois dueled, neither of them slouches, she was magnificent, with a sensually tousled mane of rich blonde hair so light that it was almost platinum, descending in crooked curls down her shoulders. Her body was exquisitely chiseled, toned, and sculpted, leaving her a chic slenderness save for the fullness of her breasts and the supple swell of her hips, both shown off by the shockingly tight clothes she wore. And Clark thought he could hold his breath a long time…

A man-eater, her tastes had long included Clark Kent, even when Lois was blinded by Superman. But it was a surface-level attraction that Clark hadn’t felt right acting on, not when he didn’t feel for her as strongly as he did for Lana or Lois. But he had always found her friendly, sweet, good-natured, and admittedly, very attractive. He didn’t believe in any disapproval of her lifestyle. As she put it, men liked her and she liked being liked. If that was the extent of their relationship—well, what was wrong with that?

Clark straightened his glasses. “It really is a serious issue, Cat. I’m sure a lot of people are being hasty, but, well, it’s as good a reason as any to pull the trigger, I suppose. Life’s short.”

“Yes, yes, life is short.” Cat crossed her arms. “But it’s long too. I bet you they’ll find a cure for this thing. Everyone will get a shot, the whole mess will settle down, and the divorce rate will skyrocket when everyone realizes they made an ass of themselves, buying a marriage at half-price.”

“Half-price, Cat?”

Cat launched herself onto her feet, slapping her hand down on Lois’s desk. Oh, Lois wouldn’t like that. She was very protective of her desk. “Hypocrites, Clark. That’s what it is. If you had told a bunch of people to have casual sex and enjoy themselves and not worry about getting married, they’d have your hide. But as soon as someone says oh, it’s fine, just get married, get married as much as you want—it makes me sick. So a year ago, living with three guys makes me a slut, but now I marry three guys and I’m doing my part for the human race?”

“Three guys?” Clark repeated confusedly.

Arms crossed, Cat wheedled closer to him, shimmying from side to side in a little dance. “Not that you’re like that or anything, Clarkie. You’re a sweetheart. Everyone knows you and Lana and Lois have been going around in circles forever. I bet if this hasn’t happened, you three would’ve moved to Utah and started a commune or something?”

“A commune? Utah?”

“Kansas, right, Kansas, you like Kansas. You know what I mean. But not me, no. Marriage didn’t work out for me the first time around—except for Adam, I mean—and I’m not going to give it a second chance just because it’s trending!”

Again, Clark adjusted his glasses. “I thought you liked trends, Cat.”

Cat leaned onto his desk now. He could see her full breasts straining against her low-cut top—perhaps not natural, but the implants were quite well-done, leaving nary a trace of modification beyond their newer, more ponderous size. Clark wondered, somewhat scientifically, if such high-quality implants would feel the same as a natural breast like Lois or Lana’s?

“You’ve gotta be on the look-out, Clarkie. Everyone knows Lois Lane is Superman’s girlfriend. Sure, she’ll marry you, but you be sure she isn’t just using you as a beard.”

“A beard?”

“You know—pretending to be in a relationship with you, but really having sex with Supes.” Cat leaned a little further. “Which is a real waste of a perfectly good you.”

Clark cleared his throat. “I appreciate the concern, but Lois and I… Lois and I and Lana… Lois, Lana, and I?... we’re in an open relationship.”

“See!” Cat was practically in his lap, leaning over his keyboard with steepled arms. “That’s exactly my point! While you’re in an open relationship with her, she’s screwing Superman all the time? Where does that leave you? Such a sweet, considerate guy and you’re getting cucked.”

“Cucked?”

“You’ve got to stand up for yourself. At least insist on having a threesome. I mean, no way you can double-penetrate Lois—that woman’s a tightass in more ways than one—but she’s also always had a big mouth. Heck, I might even settle for watching. I hear Lois dated Lex Luthor for a while, so you know she’s a freak. But if you’re marrying Lana too, see if you can make Lois jealous by—“

Cat paused. Her eyes had drifted down again, like they had to spy on his wedding bands, but this time she’d seen something that’d thrown her for a loop. She made lasting eye contact with Clark.

“Clarkie… your barn door’s open?”

“Oh, no, Ma and Pa Kent are really conscientious about that. I never would’ve left them running the farm if I didn’t think they could handle it by themselves.”

“Clarkie, X-Y-Z.”

Clark blinked. “Are you feeling alright, Cat? You’re really talking very strangely. Would you like a glass of water?” He started to raise from his chair. “Do you need to lie—“

Cat quickly shoved him back into his seat. “Clarkie! The last time you went to the bathroom, were you sure to… to…”

Clark sighed. “Yes, Cat, I washed my hands. I may have worked on a barn, but I wasn’t raised in one.”

Cat couldn’t help it. Her eyes leapt away from him, down to his groin.

His hard-on couldn’t have been more obvious. The shaft stuck out like a length of iron pipe, forming a tent in his boxers that had escaped his open zipper. It was impossibly large—she hadn’t realized how incredibly stiff his dick had gotten. And from her. From talking to her. He was turned on by her. He was hot for her body. He wanted to fuck her.

“Two wives,” Cat said, her voice turning sultry, low, closing in for the kill. “But they’re not taking care of your needs yet, are they Clarkie? Lois is probably still getting her brains banged out by Superman. And Lana seems like the type to wait for marriage.”

“Now, listen here, Ms. Grant.” Clark sounded annoyed. “I realize you and Lois aren’t friendly, but that is my future wife you’re talking to, and you can at least show her some respect around me.”

“Of course I’ll show her respect,” Cat cooed. “I’ll help her out by taking this massive cock off her hands.”

“Wha… Cat, what does a rooster have to do with—“

Silently, flouncing, Cat circled around Clark’s desk and knelt on the floor beside Clark’s office chair, next to his thigh. She lifted her hands and squeezed the length of his fat cock through his boxers. It was rock-hard, throbbing. He made no move to push his chair away.

“She wouldn’t know what to do with a monster like this, but I do. Gawd, Clarkie, I knew you were born on a farm, but I didn’t know it was as a stallion…”

“Now Ms. Grant,” Clark repeated—his cock pulsing in her palm. “I know I said the three of us have an open relationship, but really, I’m quite content with Lois and Lana, they’re two swell gals!”

“Are they, Clarkie? Are they? Because the only thing I see around here that’s swollen…” Cat grinned, a tad foolishly. She always had gotten a little cocksure around— “I just want to give you a little taste, that’s all. So you know what a sweet guy like you should expect from two loving, devoted wives. Besides, you wouldn’t want to show up to your honeymoon too excited. You need to relieve some stress first. Otherwise you’ll finish too fast. Lois is used to Superman, not the Flash.”

“I’ve heard the Flash actually has a very happy marriage.”

Quickly, Cat crouched in the legroom of Clark’s desk, her voluptuous ass pressing against the modesty panel as she crammed to take up the same space as the tall farmboy’s lower body. She’d been in tighter spaces, though—especially that time she and Lois had gotten blotto at the office Christmas party. She opened up Clark’s boxers and withdrew his cock. She held it in her hand and stroked it gently up and down, comparing it to the other cocks she’d sucked.

Clark Kent had a big cock. It was fat and swollen and thick, with solid blue veins and a bloated purple head that looked like it was about to shoot cum on her face. As she studied his stiff manhood, Cat found herself becoming rapidly excited. She’d always had a thing for Clark, but it really had been mostly about his personality. Seeing his cock, thinking of giving him a blowjob—it was really turning her on.

“Ungghhh!” Clark grunted. He shuddered in his chair and shut his eyes. “I suppose… oh God, yes… as long as you’re making such a friendly gesture… ahhhh… it’d be ungracious not to accept, Ms. Grant…”

“Call me Kitty,” Cat told him. “Tell me I’m a good kitty…”

She stroked his dick faster, jacking him off, opening her mouth and sinking her head into his lap as she knelt on the floor. She couldn’t take it all, but his throbbing cock went deep into her mouth.

Cat sucked hard, eagerly, puckering her cheeks as she sucked him into her throat. Her tongue rolled skillfully all along the crown of his cock, darting in his cum slit like she was begging for it to be full of his ejaculation. She lay her left hand between his legs and played with the hairy sac of his balls, feeling the load of cum that had swelled his testes up like overripe fruit.

“Oh fuck!” Clark gasped. He thrust his hand convulsively into Cat’s thick hair and pulled her mouth further down over the throbbing length of his erection. “Yes, good kitty… suck on it… suck!”

“It tastes good, Clark,” Cat said honestly. She squeezed his throbbing meat and looked lovingly into his eyes, well-aware of the way his precum dripped from the side of her mouth, but feigning ignorance. “You’ve got a really beautiful prick. You’ll be sure to let me suck now and then after you’re married, right? If Lois and Lana are too busy? I’d love to pitch in!”

“Yes, of course!” Clark said impatiently. “Just keep sucking…”

Cat returned her mouth to the thrumming stiffness of his member, tantalizingly kissing up and down his long shaft, pressing her mouth to the ridge along the underside of his cock. She traced the path his cum would take when he shot.

Next, her lips brushed along the blood-engorged cockhead. She opened her mouth again and this time took nearly all of his burning prick down her throat. She pumped her head wantonly up and down, fucking her mouth, slurping up air as she sucked wetly around the thickness of his organ.

Cat felt his prick growing stiffer and stiffer between her tugging lips. She knew from experience that he was about to come. She grabbed him by the hips and held her drooling mouth directly over his jutting shaft, then sucked him as hard as she could, wanting to bring him off all in a rush. Her mouth slid feverishly around his swollen hardness. She took his cock in both her hands and milked it up and down, cajoling the cum from his balls.

“Uuhhh,” Clark sighed. His body went right in the chair and he thrust his hands into Cat’s hair, resting on her obliging head as it pumped up and down on his engorged manhood. “Oh my… my goodness… ahhhhh!”

His seed shot from the twitching slit in the center of his cockhead, Cat immediately feeling his salty flood pushing down her throat. It actually pushed her back in its ferocity, slamming her head into the underside of his desk, but she barely noticed, only whimpering hungrily as she worked the muscles of her throat to gulp down every drop.

Clark moaned, bucking his ass off the chair. His jism repeatedly spurted from his cockhead, and Cat kept on swallowing, but she couldn’t take it all. The cum burbled from the sides of her lips and ran in two lurid streams down her chin.

“Let me guess: better than Lois?” Cat wiped the cum away with the back of her hand. “Gotta be better than Lana…”

“Not so fast,” Clark mumbled, staring greedily at her stiff-nippled breasts pressing through her blouse. “Both Lana and Lois always finish the job.”

“The…” Cat looked at his cock, expecting to find it wilting in defeat after her champion blowjob, and instead saw that it hadn’t been diminished by an inch. If anything, it had grown longer and harder! “You… must really have been hard-up. What are you, the forty-year-old virgin?”

“If you like,” Clark said, reaching for his low-riding zipper. “We can call it a day…”

“No, no!” Cat insisted. “I’ve got this… if Lois can handle it, then I can too… I can too…”

She stared up at him as she touched the head of his prick with her tongue, smiling around it at him. Clark returned an abashed grin. As much as he hated to admit it, Cat was a tramp. She may have taken pride in the word, but she still was one. He wondered a little at what he was doing with a tramp. Why was he liking it so much?

Cat fed his swollen cock into her mouth; her fingers played with the reporter’s balls. She moved her blonde head back and forth, sucking and sucking. Clark’s breathing heightened until he was gasping and panting. His pelvis moved involuntarily—fucking her mouth.

With a gasp and a long sigh, he burst forth a load of hot cum, driving deep into her mouth to empty himself down her throat. Cat swallowed his seed eagerly, wanting more. She pushed her hand down her pants, finding her pussy warm and receptive, with all the makings of a fantastic orgasm, Christ, just from blowing him—!

The phone rang. Cat moaned, pulling herself together, and looked up as Clark sat back in his swivel chair, taking the handset off the cradle. “Hello? Ed, hi, I’ve been waiting for your call… one sec…” He pressed his hand to the mouthpiece and looked down at Cat. “Sorry about this. Just give me a second and we can get back to it.”

Get back to it? Cat looked in disbelief at his cock. It still had not fallen, protruding red and angry from his fly in a sight fit to make Cat wet.

She decided to treat Clark to a little surprise. Quietly, she slipped forward on her hands and knees, out from under Clark’s desk, crawling between his legs. She poised her greedy mouth right over his stiff, indefatigable cock.

“Yeah, Ed,” Clark was saying, “those figures sound about right, but what I was looking for was whether or not… ohhh, Jesus!” He moaned helplessly as Cat slipped his cock into her steamy mouth and sucked harder than ever. “Uh, no, Ed, I’m okay,” he panted. “Just dropped something.”

He struggled to keep the excitement out of his voice as Cat delivered a blowjob right into his lap, her mouth as hot as fire, her throat working stiffly and greedily on his manhood. She suctioned the thick, hot remnants of his last two orgasms off his shaft and swallowed them with relish.

“Yeah, Ed,” Clark said hoarsely. “Tell me more about the Cadmus Project.”

He wanted Ed to do the talking because he wasn’t sure he could control his voice much longer. Cat was sucking faster by the second, bringing his lust to the boiling point, and doing it so loudly that he wondered if Ed could hear the obscenely wet noise over the phone.

Then he felt his balls exploding with their latest load. There was no way he could stop the fiery rush up his bucking, throbbing cock. The first hot sting of cum hit the back of Cat’s throat, knocking her back like the kick of a shotgun, which she took with practiced ease and giggly enjoyment. She moaned hungrily and sucked like crazy, absolutely draining his seed from his balls.

Clark covered the mouthpiece of the phone and grunted “Eat it, kitty, aaagghhh!”

He flooded Cat’s mouth with blast after blast of scorching jism, and she took it greedily. Her cheeks swelled with the hot, salty cum, she savored the sheer mass of it in her mouth, then she gulped it down with savored taste and took another mouthful. Clark felt like he’d shot ten years’ worth of cum down her sucking throat.

“Great, Ed, I’ll be talking to you,” he sighed, hanging up.

“What did your friend want?” Cat asked after she’d swallowed one last time.

“Darned if I know. I didn’t hear a thing he said.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“No you’re not,” Clark said with a wink. “Bad kitty…”

“Kitty just likes her cream so much…” Cat replied with cloying mock-innocence.

“Not that,” Clark said. “You’re still leaving jobs half-done.”

Cat looked down at his manhood in disbelief. A quart of cum must’ve passed through it, but it was still undefeated. She actually stared at it, flabbergasted, as a drop of cum clung to the tip as if in mockery. She had never, ever heard of a man getting three blowjobs, coming three times, and being ready to go again so soon, so soon that it was like he’d never come at all. But he had come. Cat could feel it in her stomach, load after load, like she’d been on a bad date and eaten an entire carton of ice cream. All that cum she’d swallowed and he still wasn’t done.

“No wonder you have two wives.”

Clark shrugged. “I’ve eaten a lot of oysters lately. So? One more for the road?”

Cat licked her lips a little greedily, wondering if she should chance it. If she did, she might actually get a stomachache from swallowing all that juicy, delicious semen of his. She already felt as full and as bloated as she would after visiting a buffet. But if she let him come on her face, or on her tits—or both…

“Clark? You coming or what?”

Cat’s eyes widened. That was Lois Lane! But like she was panicking enough for both of them—and she was—Clark didn’t express any concern. Just nonchalantly tucked himself away and zipped up his fly.

“Yeah, Lois,” he said. “Be there in a minute. I just had to take a call.”

He opened a desk drawer as if to retrieve something, and instead addressed Cat in a hushed voice. “Sorry about that. I just remembered I promised to take Lois to dinner. We’ll finish this some other time, alright? You weren’t doing too bad for our first time.”

Then he disappeared from the desk.

Cat knelt there, watching his chair spin with the inertia of his departure, and thought of finishing up later. Not doing too badly for a first time. Lois Lane being the one to finish him off, after she’d done all the heavy lifting—!

It was the most frustrating situation she could imagine.

Fuming over it, Cat began to touch herself. She came almost immediately, imagining herself showing Lois her cunt stuffed full of Clark’s cum. And what Lois would do next with her cunt and all that cum…