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Chapter List
- 1-The Replacement
- 2-Assisted
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“One last thing, Clark – almost forgot. You’ll have an assistant come help you with your stories,” finished Mr. Rien.
“An assistant?” Clark asked.
“You know – like an intern? Don’t have those in Metropolis?”
Superman chuckled, “Well, certainly not personal ones. Glad to have any help I can get though.”
“Truth be told, you’re an exception; when Mr. Wayne writes a recommendation like that – well – we just want to make sure you feel at home. Let me know if there’s anything you need while you settle in.”
“Thanks,” Clark finished, and turned to leave. A thought occurred to him and he suddenly stopped and turned around, “One thing, when will my assistant be arriving?”
“She should already be here. Maybe she’s already at your cubicle?”
Clark laughed quickly at his own question, “Oh, right. Thanks.”
As he walked through the busy Gotham Gazette office, he felt at home. It was Monday, and he had had quite a strange couple of days. He awoke with a throbbing pain in his loins in a jewelry store Saturday morning. Luckily for him, the place was closed over the weekend, so he avoided any awkward conversations. Still, he had no idea what happened to cause it. Nor did he know the cause of his strangely high libido.
Oh well.
            The rest of the weekend had been as normal as it could be for a sexually repressed superhuman. That night and the following one he worked to put away petty thugs. Stopping robberies, maybe a murder here or there. It was peaceful. It was monotonous. Maybe a little boring. But peaceful.
            And today he had come in for the first day at the job Batman got him. ‘Job.’ Superman laughed internally at the idea often. His job was fighting supervillains and inspiring the citizens of the world! This reporter gig is just something to keep his mind off of the stresses of being Superman. It was a calm respite where he could just be an average joe with an idiot boss like the rest of us, without having to worry about supervillains plotting his demise at every second. And having a secret ‘in’ with Superman made his job as Clark Kent a lot easier, too.
            Superman continued to let his mind wander through these topics until he reached his cubicle. Immediately, he noticed two things. One, ‘cubicle’ was an understatement. This was an office, with a nice assortment of potted plants and pretty paintings. There were two desks, presumably one for the assistant.
            Which was the second thing he noticed. A woman bent over his desk facing away from him in tight khaki pants. She had dark hair and seemed to be reaching for something, moaning slightly every time she reached out her hand a little bit more beneath his desk.
            The woman’s pants were very tight. Clark Kent immediately noticed her large ass straining against the confines of her tight pants, seeming to bulge more and more the more she reached under the desk. He stared dumbly at her for seconds longer, taking in the sexy sight in front of him. The more she struggled the more she moved her ass, now a perfect moon reflecting Clark’s expression. This had a clear effect on him. His bulge began to grow more prominent in his pants as the assistant moved her butt back and forth.
            A gasp was heard, and the woman shot back up.
“Gotcha!” she exclaimed, holding a pen in her hands. She turned around, revealing herself to Clark, and smiled, “Oh” she laughed, cutely bringing her hand to her mouth, “Hi, Mr. Kent. I’m Deena.”
The first thing he noticed now that she moved her prominent behind to the back of her was her pretty face. She had jet black hair and soft features. Her skin was pale with a tinge of olive that gave it a charming, exotic look. She wore a simple pink cardigan that served to hide her breasts – which nonetheless were attractive.
Superman reciprocated the gesture, “Nice to meet you, Deena. You must be my assistant?”
“I sure am! I’m really excited to be working under you, Mr. Kent” she replied, flashing her brilliant whites and shaking his hand. Her touch was incredibly soft.
Clark was hoping she didn’t notice the bulge she caused growing in his dark pants. He was eager to sit down.
“Likewise,” he said, smiling, “I hope it wasn’t too hard putting my desk together”
“Oh, it was nothing. You should try out the chair, it took me forever to get that put together.”
He began to move past her to sit at the desk. Suddenly, while Clark was busy looking at a painting, Deena fell onto him. Her ass met with his groin and they both began falling together. With a hard thump they fell on the floor together, her tight ass grinding into his totally erect cock.
Superman relished in the feeling. She was teasing him now, he thought, rubbing her ass against him like that. His cock was thick and hard, making a clear outline in his pants and now nearly touching her ass. Superman had moved his hands to catch her before falling. They landed on her wide hips and seemed to guide her down onto his crotch.
            They stayed like that for a moment. Clark let out an audible groan from the sensation. And his hands began pressing her down into him a little bit more. God, her ass is better than Lois’s. So thick, so firm, in such tight pants. I really just want to –
“Oh Mr. Kent, I’m so sorry – I tripped on a pen I left out – I didn’t mean to” she felt Clark’s cock grinding against her ass, and, just for a moment, a sly grin appeared on her lips. She tried to get up, pushing off of Clark’s legs, but his hands held her there. She forcefully pushed herself off him with a grunt, taking her sweet body away from him. Clark looked in desperation as her ass slowly began to turn around, and was replaced by a very, very angry assistant.
“What is wrong with you? A young assistant is assigned to help you and you – you sexually assault her?”
Clark was knocked out of his stupor, and looked suddenly at Deena, now standing up and looking down at him. “Sorry, it – it was a m-mistake,” he stammered.
Deena threw her arms in the air. “I don’t want to hear it. You’re a pervert, aren’t you? What, did you come here just to try to have sex with me? Is that it?” Her tone became more and more accusatory, zeroing in on his true motive.
Clark avoided her gaze. “No, no that was a mistake”
She chuckled loudly at his weak statement, moving over to the door. Clark’s eyes followed her heels as they clicked on the way over, then rose his gaze after she closed the door. There was a surprising smile on her lips.
“Here’s how we’re going to settle this,” she began, closing the door, “You will do what I say, ok?”
“Ok”
“Ok?”
“Okay mistress,” Clark finished
“There we go,” Deena cooed, “Stand up and unzip your pants.”
“Huh?”
“You heard me. You’re obviously hard from just looking at me. Unzip your pants.”
Clark was in danger. This woman now held serious power over him, especially in the female-dominant society the world was going towards. He did as he was told, and brought his pants to his feet.
“And your underwear”
He looked at her. She returned his pitiful gaze with an expectant one. She motioned with her hand, her beautiful face leading him on.
He took off his underwear, and his large cock came bursting out of the confines of his briefs. Deena gasped at the size of the thing, clearly Lois was a lucky woman. She smiled widely at the prize she was about to get.
“Wow, you’re huge! All that for me?” she asked, and took off her cardigan, revealing a tight polo shirt underneath that revealed sizeable breasts. Superman gawked dumbly, making his penis pulsate with his increasing heartbeat. Deena let out a quick giggle, and began to approach him.
            She got up close to him and placed a hand on his right shoulder and his upper thigh, so close to his throbbing erection, now begging to be touched. Stretching up, she licked his ear seductively, and whispered, “One more thing,” her breath hot on his neck, “spread your legs”
            Something in Superman woke up, and knew better than to resist her. The pain of his previous encounter with the femme fatales still stung in his testicles, but more importantly in his subconscious. They had planted a seed that made him more pliable in future endeavors – whether Superman knows it or not. And it was working. Five minutes ago, he didn’t even know this woman, now she has him by the balls and is making him do whatever she likes. Something in him was cracking. Clark did as the sexy woman told him to, and spread his legs.
“So,” she kissed him softly on the lips, “easy.” She finished, and brought her knee up to his testicles, smashing them in one fell swoop. Clark felt an unmistakable surge of pain shoot up his body as her knee made contact with his large testicles. He fell to the ground holding them as Deena laughed at him from above.
“Yowch. I sure am glad I’m not a pervert. That looks like it hurt!” she started.
Superman rolled around gasping in pain after the assistant’s hit. His groin felt numb from the brutality of her kick. Superman had been hit by many supervillains in his time, but that one felt especially terrible. Something so simple hurt him so much. Regardless of his pain, his cock continued to throb.
Deena looked down at him, smiling. She had won over him now. She had a puppet. Just like all the rest.
“How are you doin’, Mr. Kent?”
Superman let out a gasp, “P-pain”
“Oh well. Pervs get what they deserve, huh?” Deena moved over to sit in a chair, pleased with herself. “Stand up,” she commanded. Superman found the strength to obey her.
“Answer these questions and I may have mercy on you. Do you think you deserved your punishment?” Deena asked as if speaking to a child.
“N-no”
She looked surprised, and turned her head, “No? Why not?”
“You just fell on me, I didn’t do anything wrong,” he said, his dick still risen.
“Mhmm,” she hummed, looking away in thought, “so you weren’t trying to fuck me?”
“No”
“Were you staring at my ass?” she asked nonchalantly.
Clark was caught off guard by the question, “W-What? No I, uh, didn’t notice.”
“Is that right? So if I were to turn around,” she turned around, showing her ass to superman in full display, “and bend over,” she bent over, “it wouldn’t have any effect on you?”
Superman stared right at her amazing behind, every curve becoming more and more accentuated the more she moved her lithe body down. Her ass dominated his vision as he stared at it intently. He moved his hand over to his cock and began stroking.
“Ah, ah, ah. No touching yourself,” Deena commanded, and Superman complied, “if you just admit, I won’t be mad.” She began to take off her tight top.
He took a loud gulp watching her. She stopped just before her bra became exposed, “Hmm, Clark?”
“Okay, I admit.”
“Admit what?”
“I want to fuck you”
“Is that it?”
“I was staring at your ass.”
“You were, this little ol’ thing?” she said, slapping her round ass.
“Yes”
“For how long?”
“At least a minute”
She chuckled to herself, her shirt completely off now, revealing her hourglass figure and large breasts. “Anything else?”
“I rubbed my cock against your ass,”
“Wow. Sounds like you’re a pervert.”
Superman said nothing.
“Say it”
“I’m a pervert”
“You’re a pervert who spies on girls while their alone”
“I’m a pervert who spies on girls while their alone”
“And you deserved getting kneed in the balls”
“I did”
She clasped her hands together, “Very good! I think someone’s earned a reward!”
Superman looked hungrily at her. “Let’s have a taste of you,” she said, getting down on her knees and pushing Superman onto a nearby chair.
His cock was still incredibly hard, even more so from Deena’s dominating insults, allowing for easy insertion into her moist mouth. Her mouth felt heavenly and Superman nearly came immediately. She swirled her tongue in circles around the head of his large penis as the sounds of his cock popping in and out of her mouth became louder and louder. Superman was in heaven. Deena was a hot piece of ass, and she was now sucking his dick. She moved one hand to fondle his large, bruised balls while her mouth did all the work pleasuring his rod. The pleasure eclipsed the pain as Superman got closer and closer to cumming.
“No cumming just yet, Mr. Kent. We have more to do,” she said, taking his cock out of her mouth and pumping it with her small hands. Clark looked down at her hungrily and she unclasped her bra, freeing her perfect breasts.
            They moved over to the desk, where Deena took off her tight pants to reveal her sexy, firm ass, causing Clark to nearly explode. She teased him some more by grinding it into his cock, coating her ass with his precum.
“I’ve barely touched you, big boy. Don’t go getting me all dirty just yet,” she taunted.
“You’re so sexy,” he replied
“Mmm,” she responded, pleased by his answer. She decided to push him. “Sexier than Lois?”
Superman paused for a moment, then responded, “Without a doubt,” and began to knead his fingers into the flesh of her muscular ass, eliciting a moan from Deena’s lips as she felt up his muscular chest.
They continued feeling each other up, getting more and more bold as the seconds passed. Clark moved his fingers past her panties and began to tease her clitoris with two of his fingers while his assistant moaned in bliss. Deena loved how feminine he made her feel.
A long moan escaped her ruby lips. “Is my ass bigger than hers?” she asked, knowing the answer already.
“Yes”
“Are my titties bigger than hers?” she continued, pushing the globes together and smiling childishly at Clark.
“Definitely”
Deena flung her arms out to the side in glee and giggled, proud of Clark’s eagerness to tell her.
“Give me what she couldn’t take, big boy.”
Deena jumped onto the new desk, knocking over several knick-knacks she had just spent quite a bit of time setting up, spread her legs wide and shot Clark a sexy look. Superman couldn’t imagine being more turned on, and met her lips with a heavy kiss and then grabbed her back while groping her tits with his other hand, careful to tease her small nipples on the way. With a powerful thrust, he inserted his dick into her vagina, a catharsis of sexual energy.
“Oh my gooood,” Deena moaned, Superman’s huge cock reaching deep into her. She hadn’t felt a sensation like this ever in her life. She had always had a crush on Clark Kent, who didn’t, but she had no idea he would be so gifted beneath the belt.
            Her face began to flush with color as he continued pumping his cock into her. His touch on her breasts became more and more aggressive and this went on as he relished in the taboo situation. Deena’s skin began to glisten with a faint sheen of sweat, making her look all the more exquisite. Her titties bounced with every powerful thrust, his eyes glued to them when not closed for a dirty kiss.
            Gasping between words, Deena managed, “Y-You’re s-such a –” her voice failed her as his dick nearly hit her cervix. The feeling in her was rising, she wouldn’t last long.
            “PERVERT” she yelled, knocking over a clock on the desk, just managing it before she came on Clark’s dick . She wasn’t the only one about to cum, either. Although superhuman, even he couldn’t last long with a bombshell like that on his dick. He looked at her face as she came, strained but undoubtedly writhing with pleasure, a loud moan escaping her lips.
            “Pervy perv,” Deena whispered between pumps, “lusting after your sweet,” she moaned, “innocent,” she looked into his eyes, “fat assed assistant.”
            Clark’s mind was enraptured with his assistants irresistible allure, “What else could I do with you bent over so sexy like that?”
            Deena let out a throaty laugh, interrupted by Clark’s continual thrusts, “Where do you wanna – ohhhh --- finish, Mr. Kent?”
            He hadn’t even been thinking about cumming. His mind was totally stuck on his young assistant’s tight vagina and her knockout tits that still bounced relentlessly as he pounded her. He groped her chest with both her hands as she held herself up, puffing her chest out in the process and commanding his gaze to them.
“Your tits,” he said clearly, his mind a haze.
“Not an ass man at the end of it all? Color me surprised. But whatever you say, Mr. Kent.”
            Clark got out of Deena as she pushed him into a nearby chair and she crawled over to him on her knees. The sight almost made him cum prematurely. He didn’t even notice her knock over his computer in the process. The world was just him and his woman right now, with the only noises being the ones they made, and the feelings being those of their bodies touching. And he was watching her crawl over, exaggerating the swing in her hips and smiling slyly as she did so, like a tigress on the prowl.
She got up to him, and sat on her knees in front of him, placing her hands in her lap. “Mr. Kent, have I done a good job?” she feigned, smiling cutely.
“Well you’ve done a good job so far, but it all depends on the end product,” he grinned, hungry for her to make him cum.
            She smirked, and opened her mouth and began to suck him off again. Deena used her right hand to tease his balls as her tongue kept him in heaven. Superman clenched his fist trying to restrain himself. Clark grabbed her hair and began massaging it. She moved her tongue in pirouettes around his head and then took his cock all the way down her throat. Clark dared a glimpse at the act. Seeing his assistant totally envelop his cock in her sexy mouth nearly made him cum right there. She shot him a knowing glance with her predatorial eyes, knowing the end was near.
            She popped him out of her mouth and began quickly pumping his cock with her hand and pushing her breasts out towards him. Every pump from her heavenly hand was another step closer to his inevitable finish.
Superman looked down at her, his pleasure at her command.
“Cum for me, Mr. Kent,” Deena demanded.
Clark gave a final long moan as he looked down at her beautiful face, and then down to her perfect breasts, between which was a mandala necklace.
“Cum for me”
His dick gave a final jerk as the cum began to come out in spades. Some of it landed on her face, which she didn’t seem to mind.
“Superman,” Deena finished, her breasts becoming coated with his jizz. A knowing smile appeared on her glowing face as Superman continued cumming, not a care in the world.
“Such a dumbass pervert,” Deena insulted as Superman was still recovering from cumming. She stood up and held up his cock with one hand, observed it for a moment, and punched him in the testicles with the other. Deena stood there, both her perky tits and beautiful face coated with cum, with the arrogant look of a winner. Finally, the combination of pain and pleasure finally jolted him out of his decadent stupor.
            He opened his eyes to see Deena standing before him, fully clothed. He shook in confusion as he realized he was now sitting at his desk, with all the knick-knacks as before now in perfect order. Superman as well, was fully clothed. Deena was giving him a curious look.
“Mr. Kent?”
He quickly looked around the room and saw no evidence of their past misconduct. His eyes finally reaching Deena’s, he replied “Uhh—y-yes?”
“Are you okay?”
“Oh, s-sorry, just checked out there for a moment. What were you saying?”
“Oh nothing, just that the company has these casual Friday events every week after work. This one coming up is a meditation seminar,” she giggled, “Maybe if you’re having trouble focusing you should come!”
Superman laughed nervously in response, “Maybe I should, yeah. Say, where’s the bathroom in this place?”
“Oh – it’s just down the hall to the right. Do you want me to sh—”
“Thanks,” he replied curtly, hoping she didn’t notice he had cum in his pants.
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