Chapter 1: Introduction
Metropolis could get overwhelmed, true enough. People were always in too much of a rush, building verticals taller than sense, and smoke like little storm clouds filled the air. But it was a city full of stories, hidden tales buried underground and whispered through backstreets. It was a city waiting to be uncovered, like the layers of a ripe onion.
And that's where the Daily Planet came in, or more precisely, Lois Lane.
Lois, a journalist with the Daily Planet, thrived in the heartbeat of Metropolis and could navigate it like the back of her hand. She wasn't a woman who backed down from a challenge, and finding the interesting core of a city as diverse as this was just that.
Lois sat at her desk by a window overlooking the busy streets of Metropolis, her fingers racing across the keyboard as she typed away.
Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders as she leaned in to read her latest article, her violet eyes squinting in concentration.
I smiled. I was obsessed with her. She was the perfect woman with her raven hair, violet eyes, and large perky tits. All I ever wanted was to cum on those perfect tits. But she was married to that goody two shoes Clark Kent. It wasn’t right a woman as sexy as Lois should be mine, sexual serving my needs. Not master bating by her self while her lame duck husband is off helping people.
Of course I was already fixing that. As she was working on a new assignment I was using my new mind control power on her. Soon she would be begging me to fuck her. It was only a matter of time before she succumbed to my charm. I watched Lois from across the newsroom. The room buzzed with the noise of hundreds of workers, but besides the faint sound of her steady typing, Lois seemed lost in her world. Playing with her wedding ring. I walked over, and she looked at me with such hunger. “Hello my name is Lois Lane. Want me to. No I mean do you want me. No what is your name.” She stammered.
The air around us felt thick and heavy, and I knew I had Lois's full attention. I leaned in closer, our faces only inches apart. “My name is Henry,” I murmured.
Her cheeks turned slightly pink. “It’s nice to meet you, Henry.” And before I could even respond, her gaze dropped to my lips. She was mine.
As a journalist, Lois was supposed to be sharp and tough, constantly challenging the world and never backing down from unveiling the truth behind secrets. But here she was, caught in my web.
I couldn't help but think of how easy it was to manipulate people; they wanted to be controlled, to have someone else drive the car. That's what made my job so easy, and so much fun.
Lois's eyes remained locked on mine, but she blinked and swallowed hard. I knew she felt the tension between us. I could see it in the jerky way her chest rose and fell. God dammit, I wanted to rip that blouse open and squeeze those tits that had been tormenting me for so long.
Those juicy melons begged for attention. I reached out to push a loose strand of hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger on her cheek. I enjoyed her slight tremble.
“Lois,” I whispered, savoring her name. My cock knew this woman was someone it desired to be inside of, and often, she’d spread open as I plunged into that heated core of hers.
She couldn’t help herself; her eyes widened, looking for Clark. My powers had her under my spell; she couldn’t fight it.
I was too strong for someone as weak as her husband. She had always desired someone strong, someone dominant, she admitted it last night. Someone like me.
I took a step back, placing my hand on the back of the empty chair next to her, towering over her small frame. I saw her wiggle slightly. She was wet and wanted me bad. Probably so bad she had already taken out that glass dildo in her office and was teasing her already aroused pussy.
“So, Lois,” I said with a smirk, “I just wanted to introduce myself properly and say I'm a big fan of your work in the Daily Planet.”
It was a subtle compliment but packed with loaded meaning. I watched as her chest rose and fell, visibly shaken, her eyes darting around the room.
I could almost see the wheels in her mind turning as she tried to reconcile the pull she felt towards me with her rational judgment. I knew I had already won this round.
“oh so you do want me. I mean to talk to me. Let’s go to Perry’s office so my husband won’t disturb us. I mean we won’t be seen. I mean we’ll have privacy.” She said as she unconsciously undid the top buttons on her blouse. Letting me see the top of her lacy purple bra that perfectly matched her eyes.
Her fingers drifted toward her neck, absently playing with her wedding ring as she watched my every move.
I knew I had her right where I wanted her.
Without a word, I gestured for her to lead the way to Perry’s office, and she obeyed, getting up hurriedly from her seat. I allowed myself a quick glance at her curvy figure wrapped in a tight-fitting pencil skirt. I could imagine what her ass would feel like squeezed in between my hands.
Her cheeks flushed as she caught me looking, but did nothing to cover herself.
She couldn't help it. It was like her body moved at my will, obeying my every thought.
I followed her tall, slender frame as she marched toward Perry’s office. I let my gaze linger on her curves, causing Lois to breathe a little faster and trip over a nonexistent bump.
My cock twitched in my trousers, knowing the power I held over her. I couldn't help but suppress a grin. I was used to people relinquishing control in my presence—but with Lois, the effect appeared even more amplified.
She was a woman who thrived in situations where she could make things happen, but around me, she easily slipped into a role where she would let things happen to her.
I gestured for her to take a seat, and she complied. I circled around Perry’s desk, drawn to her as though pulled by a magnetic force. It took all the self-control I possessed not to reach out and stroke her cheek, not to trace her collarbone with my index finger or let my thumb follow the curve of her jawline.
Lois shifted in her chair.
Her heart pounded like an erratic drum, her breath coming fast, the warm honeyed scent of her arousal pinching my nostrils as I stood before her. The sight of her like this thrilled me.
"I can tell you're tense," I said as I leaned against the desk behind Perry White's chair. "I can see the knots in your shoulders." I reached out to massage her neck, feeling the tension seep away at my touch. Lois let out a soft sigh of contentment, her eyes closing. “ Actually there is something I wanted to do since I first saw you.” She said softly as she finished unbuttoning her blouse. Then she unzipped my pants and took out my cock. “Oh my goodness.” She whispered. “ I guessed that you were big but you are so much bigger than my husband.” She said as she licked her lips. “Good it’ll make it easier for this.” She exclaimed as she took off her bra. Then she took my cock in her mouth. She slid her tongue up and down and all around my throbbing member. After covering it with her spit she looked up at me and said “God you taste better than my husband to. In fact you taste so good I might get addicted to you.”
Then she smiled as she pressed her perfect tits around my cock, and began sliding them down and up my shaft. “I don’t think I ever cave anyone a tit job before. And it’s like the first thing I wanted to do to you.” She said happily unaware that she was acting as I made her.
Making her my sexual slave. “Your dick feels amazing in between my breasts God I wish I would have felt this sooner. Yeah baby, yes.” She moaned. I gripped her hair tightly and bobbed her head up and down my shaft like she was my sex doll.
She made soft, greedy little "mmm" noises as she sucked me off. I barely heard her moans. My mind was in a vortex of pleasure and delirium.
I knew I couldn’t last long. Her eagerness was pushing me to the brink of my endurance. I needed to take back the reins before it was too late. As much as I wanted to fuck her mouth, I had decided I'd have her in other ways first.
I pulled her up off her knees and had her stand up. Then place her hands on Parry’s desk. Learned her over and lifted up her tight pencil skirt revealing her purple lace panties that match her bra now discarded on the floor. I slipped off her, and discreetly put them in my pocket. “Should I take off my wedding ring it feels wrong to wear it when another man fucks me?” She asked. “No keep it on never take it off. Let it serve as a reminder that you fully betrayed your husband to me.” I answered. “That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” She mewed. "Perhaps I should, but... I think I'll leave it on." She gave me a smirk, a small wink, and I knew that I had completely turned her attention away from Clark Kent, for now.
Lois spread her legs and leaned forward for balance, pulling her buttocks up I could see her now swollen cunt staring back at me. "You think you can handle my monster cock?" I teased.
I ran my fingers up and down her soaking pussy lips and gently slid a finger in, meeting no resistance. I felt goosebumps rise on her flesh as I stroked her G-spot. I moved my thumb in gentle circles around her clit, eliciting soft gasps and moans.
I could feel the tension build up in her legs, her back and throughout her whole body. She gripped the desk tighter, the leather creaking under her grasp. Her juices dripped down my fingers, coating them with her musky scent.
A shiver coursed through her at my touch, and she pressed her hips farther toward me. It was a clear invitation, and I was happy to oblige.
"Mmm, Henry, you tease," she murmured. "But I think you'll find I can handle anything you have to offer."
I pushed in deeper, my finger brushing against her wetness and sending an involuntary shiver down Lois's spine. She arched her back, savoring every bit of pleasure it sent rippling through her.
"That's it," I whispered.
"Relax. Let me take care of you." I worked my finger deeper, gently flicking her clit with my thumb, and the gasps pouring from her mouth let me know exactly how much she enjoyed this intimate exploration.
"Do you want more?" I asked softly.
"Yes," she replied, her voice strangled by desire. "I want you now, Henry."
I couldn't resist those pleading words. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer as I stepped forward, lining my cock up with her entrance and teasing it gently.
Lois pushed back, making her eagerness unmistakable. I whispered into her ear, "Who do you belong to?" Her voice trembling as she responded, "You, Henry. I belong to you." Slowly, I inserted myself, and she moaned as she stretched to accommodate me. I took my time, filling her completely before pulling back.
I increased the pace, my hips slapping against her ass. Her moans filled Perry’s office, fueling me further. I reached around to rub her clit, making her gasp, as her pussy tightened around me.
I pushed deep inside her, holding still for a moment. I could feel her walls pulsating around me. I knew she was close, and I loved torturing her just enough before giving her the release she craved.
I started pounding into her with a punishing rhythm, sweat dripping from my forehead. Every moan, every gasp, it only made me want her more.
Lois began to relax against me and push back. I grabbed her hips harder, and my pace quickened.
Lois's gasps grew louder, and her grip on the desk clenched tighter. There was a desperation to her cries that called to me, fueling the rhythm of my thrusts.
I leaned down to kiss her neck, my teeth grazing her sensitive skin. The combination of sensation was almost too much. I felt my orgasm beginning to build within me, but I didn't let go. I wanted to push Lois to the edge and hold her there.
She clung to me, her legs shaking. And I knew she was close, too.
When she tightened, I knew she was about to disintegrate, to shatter beneath me.
I pulled out, letting her cling to me, and she moaned at the loss, her body heaving against mine.
I flipped her onto her back on the desk, never letting go of her hips. And then I plunged back in, filling her once again.
Her come poured out around me, soaking the desk beneath us. She caught her breath, her eyes wide and wild. Her body was a testament to how hard I had made her come.
She sprawled out before me, her chest heaving, her cheeks flushed and glistening with sweat. I looked down at her, and I was in awe of the power I held over her—at least for now.
Lois tried to say something, but she was too overwhelmed with pleasure. Her lips moved silently, as if searching for words that wouldn't come. Instead, she reached up to touch my face, drawing me closer for a kiss. It was a deep and sensuous one, the kind that told me the control had started to shift.
I pulled away slowly, wiping a trickle of sweat from her almond-shaped eyes. We both were panting heavily, her chest rising and falling with her breaths.
I looked around Perry's office. The room was now a mess; the papers scattered everywhere, the contents of our purses thrown to the side.
Lois regained control of her body and her consciousness, whispering sensually, "Henry, this never happened."
"Yes, Lois." I agree with a devilish grin. “But you can keep my underwear in your pocket, and if you ever want this to never happen again I’ll just give you my number.” She said with a sultry voice as she bent over to write her phone number on a card. Letting me see her naked ass as she did. When she slipped it into my back pocket she gave my ass a nice squeeze and kissed me passionately. “You are so much better than my husband at all this.” She said as she gently pushed me back and began to kneel before me. Her silky black hair brushed the tops of her breasts as she took my cock into her mouth, once again.
“I don’t want to think about that man anymore. I just want to enjoy you and your skills.” She said, looking up at me with those irresistible violet eyes.
I let out a low groan as she teased the tip with her tongue, my hands instinctively weaving themselves into her hair. I tried to stay still but found myself slowly bucking my hips as she swallowed more of me.
I gripped her hair gently, guiding her movements and letting out a low groan as pleasure coursed through me. Her mouth was incredible; she had the perfect balance of soft suction and a tongue that could tease and explore so deliberately.
My hands felt a tangled mess in her hair, brushing against the silk of her locks, and I couldn’t help but lose myself in the moment. I'd longed for this since I first laid eyes on her.
She moaned around my cock, sending vibrations through me that made me swear under my breath.
I thrust slowly, not wanting to hurt her, but unable to keep still any longer. My head fell back as she began to move her hands from my hips up to tease my chest, rubbing at my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt.
Lois was relentless in her pursuit of pleasure, and I couldn’t help but follow her lead.
My body tensed and jerked, and Lois looked up, her lips stretched around the rim of my cock, staring at me with deep desire.
My orgasm surged through me, and I started to come. She didn't flinch, accepting every pulse of pleasure I released. The sweet feeling invaded every cell of me, sending my mind—and heart—spiraling into a new reality.
When I was finished, Lois slowly released me from her mouth, licking and kissing her way up to my waist as if to show she savored every inch of what I had to offer. She looked up at me, and the hunger was burning in her eyes.
I opened the door leading to Perry's private bathroom.
I'm a gentleman, and I couldn't just leave Lois and not provide a place for her to freshen up.
"Go ahead, Lois," I gestured. "Clean up. Take all the time you need."
She smiled, looking a little dazed, then walked inside. The door shut behind her, and I was left alone in the office, trying to make sense of the feelings surging through me. My chest tightened, and my pulse raced like a rabbit on the run. I had controlled Lois into being my willing slut, and she happily betrayed her husband.
Taking solace in the privacy of Perry's bathroom, she freshened herself up, still lost in the haze of her recent orgasms. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, seeing a side of her that had never been brought out before. The real Lois Lane, unchained from her commitment to her husband, was finally free to let go and indulge in her deepest desires.
I stood alone in Perry's office, the taste of Lois on my lips and the feel of her body still warm in my memories. My heart pounded with anticipation for what was to come.
I had just had a taste of Lois; she had submitted to me, letting go of her loyalty to her husband. The rush I got from controlling her mind was unparalleled, and all I could think about was how I wanted to do it again.
After a few moments, Lois stepped out of the bathroom, now fully dressed and composed. She flashed me a small smile before walking towards the door, but not before stopping and giving me a devilish wink and saying, "I'll be in touch." It was a subtle but seductive message that made it clear she wanted more.
I watched as she slowly sashayed towards the door, her curves accentuated by the pencil skirt that hugged her hips just right. She opened the door, glancing back at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "See you soon, Henry," she said with a sultry smile, her lips painted a crimson red that made me want to taste them again.
Outside Perry's office, the newsroom continued to buzz with the noise of hundreds of individuals, but the energy seemed different somehow. Slightly charged with an undeniable tension that was palpable in the air.
As Lois left, her hips swayed with a newfound confidence. I couldn't help but stare at her retreating figure, consumed by the thought of our next rendezvous. After she disappeared from my sight, I turned back to the disheveled office and pondered the events that had unfolded.
Everything had transpired so organically—almost as if it was meant to be. With Lois being the strong and independent woman she was, I'd expected a bit more resistance, but she fell right into my trap like a lamb to the slaughter.