Lois, discreetly, stifled her own protests, then gave a surpised cry as his hand found the lush, silky bush of her cuntal mound. This was totally out of order, something she had never done in the privacy of a bedroom with a man she loved, much less with the boss here in his office. Someone could walk in at any moment and her reputation would be destroyed at the Daily Planet forever. But Perry forged ahead and in spite of Lois' thighs being tightly squeezed together, he middle figure dipped into the wet crease and slid inexorably in between the plump, heated lips of her pussy. With unerring acuracy his fingertip found the sensitive button of her clitoris and moved sensuously across it, drawing a moan of inescapable desire from her parted, full lips. She wanted to resist, had to, but it seemed she lacked the strength. She had no idea that Perry had already rendered her more compliant through chemicals in her drink, and as he manipulated her tiny love-bud, the feeling overpowered her and suddenly, of their own volition, Lois thighs snapped open.
"That's it, Lois darling," Perry crooned. "That's my sweet girl." He moved his fingertip in a tiny circle, sending lightening bolts of pleasure darting through her loins, while his other hand stroked her breasts and his mouth latched onto the sensitive flesh below her ear. "You're ready, I can tell. Ready to make love and get your career on the road to success."
Lois head lolled back on her shoulder behind her. "No, noooo," she moaned, feeling his finger slide into her hot and flowing vagina. This was it, what she had always been taught to avoid, but what she had felt she could do only with Superman, if the time was right. But here she was, sapped of her strength to resist. She felt rather than saw Perry come around in front of her, kneeling before her so he could pull her panties, hose, and dress off over her quivering hips, bearing her exquisitely beautiful flesh, so perfect, so womanly, so virginal. Carefully parting her knees with his hands, he moved his face closer to her fragrant cunt, slowly sliding his hands along her inner thighs until they found the tender lips of her pussy. With his thumbs, he pried the labia apart, moved his face closer.
Perry White massaged the young virgin's breast and knew he was getting Lois Lane terribly excited. Hell, everything was getting her excited: the squeezing; of his hand, the potent and aphrodisiac qualities of the substances he had put in her screwdriver. He could tell his rookie reporter was responding just as he had known she would.
The editor innately knew that her pussy would soon be begging to be fucked at last. His large cock swelled in the confines of his pants and the tension was grinding in his loins, and his balls ached with maddening intensity. Yeah, he could barely contain his impetuousness-this sweet, tight little virgin was going to be a delicious fuck, just like he'd dreamed.
A warning sounded in Lois' drugged mind, but it was too far away, too dimmed by the tranquilizer and rarified surroundings to be effective; she tried to move Perry's fingers from her breasts but only succeeded in bringing her hand to rest on his-and then let it fall back to her side. She closed her glassy eyes and pled, "Don't, Perry," she groaned. "Let me sit up. I don't want you to touch me like this."
White only tightened his fingers, and with his other hand fumbled with her cuntal lips. Lois labored for breath and squirmed harder, only pushing the now wet and swollen lips of her vagina down against the seat and making herself more aroused than ever. And then his finger ventured inside her slippery vagina and, shame of shames, his mouth covered her pussy and his tongue thrust at the portals of pleasure. Perry gave his tongue a twist inside her cunt and pushed her labia wide apart with his thumbs and began to work in earnest on Lois' sweet, young pussy. She growled low in her throat, unable to suppress her feelings as he licked her clitoris like a tasty little ball of cherry candy. Again and again he laved that tingling little bud of sensitive flesh until her hips began twitching and twisting with arousal. Lois consciousness soared up and away from her body, visions of Superman flying through her mind. She burned with shame at the thought that she was betraying him, her perfect Man. White hooked his hands under her knees and lifted them high and wide and plunged his tongue into the crevass of her bottom, finding the pink-haloed anus, stabbing pleasurably at that tiny dimple.
"Oh, Perry! Oh, Perry!" Lois groaned as he plundered her dual orifices with his expert tongue. "This is so wrong. Ooooooh!" He body was shaking with passion and the juice from her glands gushed out of her pussy, bathing the editor's face and chin. Oh, oh, oh, where was Superman when she needed him? Her knees spread wide of their own volition, jacking up and down the with spasms of feeling that thundered through her. She knew that, if Perry did not stop what he was doing, she would soon orgasm, right before the Chief's eyes. Oh, oh, oh!
And then the sight of Superman, his handsome face, was there in fRont of her, and for just a moment, she had the strength to tear herself away. She swung her thigh over his head and twisted out of the chair, jumping to her feet. She made to run for the door, her big, naked breasts bouncing free, but her dress, bunched around her waist, slipped down around her ankles, leaving her totally naked and, unfortunately, tripped her up. She stumbled forward and caught herself on the edge of the desk. Lois cried out and in an instant, Perry was there on her back, his arms around her, cupping her tits, his loins pressing against her plump, bare asscheeks. Pushing her forward, he nudged her legs apart and his fingers found her slippery, wet cunt.
"Lois, Lois," Perry breathed, tweaking her clitoris with one hand while loosening his pants with the other. He kept her there, the front of her thighs pressed against the desk so that she could go nowhere. She found herself greatly weakened with desire, her hot, wet pussy yearning instinctively for a male's penis even while her mind screamed that she should end this thing she was doing and allowing to be done to her.
Perry White, the editor, looked down at the luscious sweep of Lois' strong back, the shapely shoulders, the plump, loaf-like cheeks of her ass. He brought his hand up between those smooth pillows and found the deep warmth of the cleft. His fingers brushed across her sensitive, clenched anus on the way to the wet split of her labia, the wet hole trailing strings of the thick juice of her excitement. Once again, he found her clitoris and, while she moaned in ecstasy, went to work on it.
Jimmy Olsen came in from covering his boring assignment and looked around. The desks around the back office were empty and he was surprised not to see Lois working diligently at hers. He loved to finish off the day with a good chat with her. The fact was, Jimmy definitely had the hots for her and his every thought while he was near her at the office was of fucking the beautiful, nubile, young reporter. Jimmy was the shy type around women and he usually relieved himself with a friendly prostitute he knew from the streets. But Lois was the apple of his eye, though he knew she was crazy about Superman, and stRongly attracted to Clark, in that order. For that reason, he knew his only likely chance to enjoy intercourse with her would be by some sort of skullduggery, of which he had not yet conceived.
And so, as he stood by her desk, perplexed at where she might be, his attention was drawn to the door of the Chief's office by a groan of pain, a feminine groan of pain. He stopped and listened, and heard it again, louder and deeper this time. Quietly he moved over to the door and listened carefully, his ear close to the keyhole.
"Aaaaah!" came the woman's voice again, and he recognized it as that of Lois. Jimmy straightened up and poised himself to crash into the office and rescue her from whatever was happening to her. Then he paused. He couldn't do that. What if it was something private and she might be angry at being bothered. No, he definitely couldn't just crash into Perry White's office. Carefully he fished in his pocket for a credit card, slid it in between the door and the jamb, and quietly slipped the bolt. He moved the door in just an inch and peered through the crack.