CHAPTER 4

"Miss prince, I need you in my office, now," Mr. Kent's voice barked through the intercom. His voice crackled. Diana pushed a button on her phone,

"yes, sir." Diana prince replied, He ended the call, the light on her phone flickering off. Diana sat back in her seat, the scratchy fabric of the computer chair rubbing against her neck, making the skin between her blouse and the bottom of her bun itch. She stretched her legs under her desk, pointed her toes in her black stiletto heels and then relaxed.

She wondered what his boss upto (Clark kent) had been so testy about lately. Attorney Clark kent was one of the best bosses she had ever worked for during her years as a secretary. He was wonderful at his job, handsome, smart and successful with a sharp tongue and a quick wit. He was also a kind and generous employer. Their small office, twelve people i all, respected the man. But for some reason these last few weeks, Clark kent had been unusually testy with Diana, quick to anger whenever she asked a question or made a small mistake.

Diana stood there, teetering on her heels as she shimmied out from behind her cramped desk, piled high with red wells and letters. She smoothed her tight black skirt, adjusted the sleeves on her cream colored blouse and walked down the hallway to Clark Kent's office.

She slipped in between the small crack he had left open. Papers were littered all over the room, it was a miracle the man could find anything in his office.

"Close the door behind you," Clark's deep voice ordered. The back of his chair was facing her. It was a heavy, ornate red leather chair lined with bronze studs. Diana prince could see the thick head of wavy black hair just above the edge of the leather chair.

She obeyed, turning to push the door closed. She heard a click. The soundproof door would be locked from the outside. Diana gulped, her palms beginning to sweat. Mr. Proctor never closed the door unless he was in a very important meeting. She shook on her shoes, wondering if this was it, if he was letting her go after the steve trevor case screw up.

"Sit down, Diana," Clark Kent instructed. As she sat down in a small chair across from his desk, his own chair swiveled around so he was now facing her. His blue eyes glittered under the lights. His crisp black suit molded perfectly to his well toned body. His eyes scanned over Diana, soaking in every delicious curve. Her raven hair was in a pony tail, her clothes tight, professional, but a bit to immodest. Clark kent could see deep cleavage and her hips seemed to spill over the edge of the chair. She crossed her legs, a quick flash of her garter showing before her pulled down the hem of her skirt She wore tall, black stilettos, Christian Louboutins.

"You wanted to see me, sir," Diana asked, leaning back in her chair. Clark kent smiled smugly. Oh, if only his little secretary knew, Clark kent could feel his cock beginning to harden just enough to annoy him.

"Do you know why you're here, Miss Prince?" Clark kent asked, She shook her head, flashed of her tight bun peeking out from side-to-side. "The steve trevor case, Diana prince. Think about it."

"Sir, that was just an honest mistake. Really, I hadn't meant to" Diana prince pleaded.

"You didn't mean to sign the Order to end the case in my name? You didn't mean to send that order to the insurance company so they could file it with the court? Because of your fuck up, Diana, we now owe our client for a case we can't collect on because you signed my name to the wrong damned paper." Clark kent ordered, Diana shook like a scared kitten in her chair. A small tear slipped from the corner of her eye. Her knuckles were white as she held onto the chair, too afraid to move and brush away the tear.

Clark kent stood, towering over her as he stalked around his desk, stopping in front of her. He moved his hand down, brushing away her tear. She flinched. Clark kent seemed to fill the room and suck out all of the air. Diana couldn't catch her breath. Her boss' eyes glittered, she could feel his hot gaze invading her space, making her itch in places she couldn't scratch.

"I'm so sorry, sir," Diana prince whimpered.

"I'm sorry too, Diana. I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go for this," Clark kent said, his lips flattened in a straight line, his eyes dancing wildly.

"No, please sir" Diana whispered, shaking her head furiously, "No, please Clark, Mr. Kent, sir, I can't. I need this job. I have to pay my rent. I have nowhere else to go," she murmured.

"Miss prince," Clark kent sighed in defeat.

"Please!" she almost yelled. Clark kent sighed and ran a hand through his raven hair. He had her right where he wanted her, but he had to play cool. No smiling.

"How badly do you need this job, Diana prince?" Clark kent asked.

"You know I need this job, sir," Diana said, still quaking in her shoes.

"And what will you do to keep this job?" Diana's mouth dropped. This was beginning to sound like the beginning of a poorly scripted porno. But she knew lying and doing the flirty "I'll do anything for you"

crack was not going to get her anywhere. She straightened her back.

"I'll work weekends. I'll work overtime. I'll even take a pay cut if necessary, Mr. kent." Diana said, Clark kent stepped away from his desk and closed the gap between him and his secretary. She was trembling, but trying to be proud. Her red lips were pursed, she couldn't seem to look away from him as he began slowly circling her. He wanted her to beg.

"Well, is that so? And how do I know you won't slack off on the weekends? Or while you're alone in the office, working overtime? You're not very convincing, miss prince. One last chance. What will you do to keep your job?" Clark kent asked.

Diana took a long, deep breath. So that's what he wanted? He wanted her to be some porn star bimbo who would say she'd do "anything" to keep her job.

"Fuck you," she spat and turned. Clark kent grabbed her by her his and take her away from the door, she struggled against him, her whole body following. She stumbled in her shoes, nearly falling. "You're hurting me. Get off of me you fucking asshole,"

"You want this job? Well you'll have to work for it." Clark kent lifted his beautiful secretary until her legs were flailing and dropped her gracelessly to the floor, her head smacking into the wall a small crack form in the wall. She was sprawled under him, her legs sticking out under his desk. Her skirt had hiked up and he could see the lacy edge of her black stockings. His thirteen inch thick manhood stiffened more.

He seized the few seconds he had and grabbed her shoulders, hoisting her to her knees. He hurriedly yanked off his tie and looped them around her wrists, tying her hands behind her back. The scratchy carpet felt rough on her knees. His hands felt too big for her to escape. He was everywhere.

"No, please stop mr Kent," she begged. She tugged and pulled on the tie, but it only seemed to tighten further. Clark kent unzipped his pants, shoving them and his boxers to his knees, his rock hard thirteen inch cock springing free in front of Diana prince. Her eyes widened. She scrambled backward and hit the wall. She was cornered between a wall, a desk, and his thick cock.

"No, please," she shook her head. He grabbed her bun and pulled, freeing her hair. She cried. He grabbed her hair and rammed his thirteen inch cock into her warm, wet mouth before she could close it.

Diana prince gasped for air, gagging on him. "No," she screamed with his big cock down her throat.

Clark kent thick member invaded her mouth, his salty pre-cum coating the back of Diana's throat, making her gag harder. His hands tugged and pulled on her hair, keeping her face still as he humped her lips, the heavy head of his cock stretching her unwilling throat. She tried to breathe, her tongue moving to try and make room.

Clark kent was capable of raping his secretary. He slid his cock from her lips and bent down, pulling her up by her shoulders.

"No, mr Kent, please. This isn't you. Please, don't do this to me." Diana pleaded.

"Oh, this is me," Clark kent said. He pushed her until she sat on the edge of his large desk. His hands tugged apart her blouse, buttons scattering around his office. He shoved the shirt down her arms. Her round large breasts nearly spilled from her black lace bra, her hard nipples puckering like pebbles under the skimpy fabric.

"You think you can walk around in tight shirts and not let me play with these?" Clark said, he look like a animal in heat, His hand reached out and cupped her firm round breasts. Diana moaned. Clark froze.

"So you like that, do you?" Clark kent asked.

"No," Diana pleaded, "No, please don't." As his hands roughly explored her body, Diana realized how hot and wet the junction between her thighs felt. Her pussy ached and her clit tingled. Was she really enjoying this? What was wrong with her?

Clark kent stepped back and opened a drawer. He reached in and withdrew a long pair of scissors. Diana's eyes widened.

"Get away from me. What the fuck are you doing with those? No, stop," Diana screamed as he leaned over and snipped the straps of her bra. He dropped the scissors back in the drawer before leaning towards her. His arms wrapped around her waist and unclasped her bra, tossing it across the room. Her big breasts sprung free, two large, perky globes tipped with perfect pink nipples.

Clark kent leaned down and suck on a little nub. Diana shrieked and jumped, almost falling.

"Oh, so you like that, do you miss prince?" Clark asked, slowly licking the other big tits.

"No, please stop, please, sir, stop," Diana begged.

"Stop? But it feels so good, doesn't it? You're so sensitive, i can feel it" Clark kent said

"Stop it sir, please!" Diana prince moanamed in both pleasure and pain.

"You know my tongue feels so warm against these tits," Clark said before dipping his head to suck and nibble on one tit, his hand reaching up to cup her other breast and roughly squeeze it hard.

"by the God," Diana prince gasped.

"Now we're getting somewhere. You like this, don't you, you miss prince." Clark kent,

"I.. I..." Diana prince gasped, her eyes closed and head thrown back, pushing her breasts closer to his hungry mouth. Sparks of pleasure were bursting behind her breasts, sending shivers throughout the rest of her body. She was almost on the edge. She was excited. She was scared. She had never been so turned on in her life. She squirmed on the desk as Clark kent kept up his assault on her breasts.

He stopped suddenly, pulling his head and lowering his hands. He grabbed her waist and dragged her to her feet. On shaking legs, Diana stood and said nothing while Clark kent unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs.

He took the scissors again and snipped the sides of her panties, pulling the useless black lace aside and tossing the scrap of fabric on top of her destroyed bra. He kept the stockings and garter belt on her. They framed her long, lovely, slender legs perfectly. He pushed her on the desk, laying her down on her back.

Diana as still in a daze when she screamed, his tongue licking her pussy.

"Fuck!" she screamed. When Clark's talented tongue slid from the tip of her clit to her entrance, the tip of his tongue poking, trying to slide in her hole. She was so tight. She was wet too, dripping on his face, his little beard damp and scratching the skin on her thighs. Her legs hung wide, letting him taste and explore, forcing his tongue between her legs, tasting every inch of her delicious pussy.

He slid his middle finger deep inside her, loosening her before he fucked her. His tongue teased the top of her clit where she screamed loudest. His fingers slid in and out, fucking her while he teased her with his tongue. He knew she wouldn't last much longer. He slid in another finger and Diana came apart.

"Yes, oh fuck yes, Clark. By the gods your tongue is blessed!" Diana moaned, screaming his name as she came on his fingers. As she calmed down, he pulled his fingers out slowly, letting her feel him.

"So that's a yes? You want me to fuck you, dont you miss prince?" Clark kent asked.

"What. Oh, um no," Diana shook her head, trying to close her legs. Clark grabbed her knees and roughly forced her legs open, her wet pink pussy shining at him, a damp invitation.

"No, don't, please mr kent" she said, her voice is unconvincing, he knows she last the fight, she is hers do as he pleased, trying to pull herself higher up the desk.

Clark held under her legs and pulled her back down, lifting her legs high and stepping between them.

"No, don't. That's rape, Stop. Please stop mr kent!" Diana yelled as the head of his rock hard cock nudged her tight entrance.

"You said yes. That's not fucking rape miss prince. You're so fucking wet and you came so fucking hard. I can't wait to feel you cum on my cock," Clark said, he slid into Diana as she screamed and begged him to stop. She squeezed him like a virgin, his cock surrounded by a tight, damp warmth that sent shivers through his balls and spine. His secretary felt so good.

"Oh yeah, that's it you whore. Take it. Fuck I've wanted to screw you on this desk for the longest time. Oh you like it, i know it you are nothing but a whore, my dream is coming true" Clark panted, His hips pumped like piston into her, his hands holding her hips close to him. He watched her big breasts bounce, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her pussy tightened around his cock.

He leaned over her and sucked on one of her perfect tits. He fucked her harder as he sucked.

"Yes, yes, oh fuck yes! Just like that! Oh, yes sir, fuck your secretary!" Diana screamed when she came, her pussy clamping down hard on his cock.

Clark kent swore, his own orgasm taking him by force and surprise. His secretary felt better than he had ever imagined. She squeezed him perfectly, her silky smooth stocking covered legs wrapping around his hips, her heels digging into his ass as he pumped her pussy full of cum. He leaned over her, and kissed her hard.

"So, about that job?" Diana breathed under him.

"I think we can come to an arrangement. A pay cut might not be necessary, but no reason you can't work with me on Saturdays from now on," Clark smirked.

Diana smiled a sexy smile as she squeezed his cock with her pussy. "Of course, sir. I'll do anything to keep my job."

"ofcouse you you do Diana" Clark said,

"Kal, i love this roleplay sex, we should do this again, next time we reverse our role" Diana said, she kissed Kal, when zattana told Diana about role play sex, she wanted to try it with Kal. She told him about him, he hesitated first then, he just play along.

"Now miss prince, who is Kal," Clark asked, he suddenly realise what Diana is asking,"wait what you mean we reverse our role you dont mean..."

Diana smiled she watched Clark's discomfort she liked when Clark face is in discomfort,

"yes Kal, you know what i mean, we reverse the role, now you are my beautiful innocent Secretary and i am your boss, you resist me, well i rape you" Diana said with a smile, the kryptonian groaned in discomfort, he needs to stop this before its get out of control.

"well, Diana i dont think i have, you know what it's take to resist you, why would you have to rape me you should just ask me, i am willing to give myself to you, who has the power to resist such a beautiful boss," Clark said, hoping he may escape from rape, Diana smiled in return, he know the smile that means he loss the argument.

"i play along when you raped me, why its hard for you, its just acting Kal, you know i always wanted to rape you" Diana said with a smile. Diana watched the artificial intelligence in fortress "Kelax just rearrange this place"

"yes mistress Diana" the AI replied, Clark watched Diana getting dressed,

"Diana, how many years you are planning to rape me,?" Clark asked. Hoping he would get an answer.

"you wouldn't beleive me if i told you, now get dressed and go to the secretary chair, wait for my instructions" Diana said. "I fall in love with a evil woman" he thought himself, the kryptonian slowly walk towards the secretary chair, waiting for the Phone, the phone rang.

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