He could bend steel.
He could run faster than an express train.
And he was immune to conventional firearms including heavy artillery.
The point is as Superman he could a great deal many things but right now as Clark Kent all he wanted to do was run away. There must be something in the water, something in the air or maybe he had lost his mind everyone was really acting normal. All possible reasons for Lois to throw herself at him and for even Perry to threaten to walk out on his long-term suffering wife Alice. Right now, he needed time to think and consider what was happening. So that meant put some space between him and Lois.
Keen to get away from the crazed Lois Lane, Clark ducked into the copy room and locked the door. Either Lois was going for the gold medal in the world's best practical joke awards, or she had simply lost her mind. Whatever the case he didn't know what had or was happening, but he had to escape Lois's declarations of lust and love. He heard a grunt of frustration behind him and turned to see Cat Grant, society columnist of the Daily Planet standing in front of a copier. "Hey Clark, can you give me a hand with this?" She asked him noticing he had just entered the room "I messaged our repair guys, but they said they were too busy." She muttered in anger. They would feel the full wraith of Cat Grant for not rushing to her aid.
"Yes sure," Clark said grateful for the distraction from thoughts of the crazy Lois. "What seems to be the problem?"
"Ah this damn thing ate my original!" Cat all but growled so angry at the machine she almost hit it.
"Let me take a look," Clark said moving forward to it. He might as well do something useful while he was stuck hiding here, but his parents always brought him up to be useful. "Excuse me," he said, and Cat stepped back as Clark smiled at her as he opened up the photocopier taking a look inside.
"You seemed pretty deft at this," Cat commented watching as Clark opened the copier at ease and confidence. She found being a pretty girl there was quite a few things she could do like get out speeding tickets and skip the queue at a club. Sadly, modern technology like a photocopier to obey her every command just baffled her sometimes… baffled since when has she started using the word baffled? God! She had been in this office far too long!
"Well at the Smallville Press we didn't have a maintenance department to call 24/7. We had to fix things like this ourselves." He explained turning back at her. "Plus, I've always been good with my hands." He winked at her.
"Mmm really?" Cat smiled back at him devouring him with her eyes. But when he didn't blush or change the subject as he had done many times in the past, she felt confused. She found being a head-turner, she often used her feminine wiles to get what she wanted however she had learned that Clark Kent was immune and revoltingly safe in their previous interactions. Eyeing the man slowly with uncertainty she couldn't recall a time he winked, flirted, or even checked her out… like he was doing just now.
Clark himself frowned as he turned away from her and tired to focus on fixing the copier. Had he just been flirting with Cat Grant? Sure, he had become used to Cat's flirtatious feelings, but found it difficult to reject her outright at the risk of hurting her. The point is while he was okay with her making the odd comment, he had never returned one back until now. Little did Clark know that like Perry, Jimmy, and Lois he too was suffering from the affects from a perfume formula created by Miranda a chemist that includes a chemical that removes all the sexual inhibition. The blond woman had sprayed much of the staff and now various employees Clark included were beginning to feel the effects which included a loss of control and heightens sexual attraction.
Clark shook his head trying to clear his thoughts and focus on the copier but with Cat there it was proving tricky as she was very distracting in her beauty. Naturally he had noticed the array of provocative colourful outfits she wore on a seemingly daily basis to work. He could recall a time when she wore three different kinds of coloured bikinis in the newsroom when a major winter-time heat wave hit Metropolis. He too noticed her long dark hair and a curvaceous, graceful figure. Unable to help himself he turned back to her and stole another glance.
Oh! she saw that this man before her checking her out, appraising her like she was something to be bought. And, hell, maybe she was... for the right price. Clark swallowed hard as his eyes glanced over Cat's outfit and body. Her dress as ever was tight, clinging to every curve with quite high cut at the legs... and... Cat had legs.
OK, *obviously* Cat had legs. Clark knew that. He'd just seen her walking, but... now they were *those* kind of legs. Attractive legs. Legs that went right up to... other things. Legs that he shouldn't be looking at. Glancing up further he noticed her flat stomach and athletic build remembering she mentioned being on the Women's Track and Field Team at Metropolis University. Looking at further he saw she was smirking at him enjoying seeing this new side of him as she cocked her hips to one side, posing slightly for his benefit well aware he was checking her out. The fact that she knew he was checking her out and clearly revelling in it made Clark wanna lick that perfect lipstick off her mouth, to drag his hands through hair that was blow-dried and hair-sprayed into submission. He felt as if his entire body was tingling. He was flustered now, that much was obvious.
"Like the view?" she said, offering her dirtiest grin, making sure that her eyes slid down Clark's body real slow in a similar fashion as he had earlier. Smoothing down her thousand-dollar cocktail dress - a little black off-the-shoulder number, a gift from an ex-lover whose name she only dimly remembers and their face less she wondered how far this would go. Would Clark be too vanilla to such an idea like the one she had now? It seemed that he had decided for a pace of from bickering slash flirting shamelessly with Lois and wanted to switch lanes.
Clark couldn't account for it, but he suddenly had the desire to kiss Cat. To throw her on her back and really fuck her hard. He felt the blood pushing at the back of his eyes, the haze of pure lust that was making it hard to see straight, to breathe because it was pressing down so hard on his chest. Unable to resist any further, Clark pulled her close for a kiss on the lips. His tongue assaulted her mouth, forcing it open and ravaging the inside. He moaned feeling her soft flesh pressing against him. It felt even better than he had dreamt of. Quickly getting past her initial shock Cat responded pulling the man towards her with hunger as the unlikely pair made out heavily stumbling around the room.
Cat now was pressed up against the wall, with Clark looming over her. He held her wrists in each hand, pinning them over her head. He kissed her neck hotly, and Cat let out a deep-throated moan that was almost a growl as excitement filled her. They kissed constantly, each tasting the other. His hands touched her. Her hands groped him with ferocious animal intensity. The smell of her arousal soon became nearly maddening to him.
His hands travelled down her shoulders and along her arms until they rested on her hips. "Clark," Cat moaned as he pulled up her tight dress, while he moved down giving him a perfect view of her perfectly shaped legs. He caressed her butt with fondness before he grabbed the hem of her panties and pulled them down tossing away. He inhaled her arousal as his face came closer to the juncture of her legs. He lowered his face until it was buried between her legs. His adventurous tongue licked her outer lips, causing her to shiver. Cat placed her hands on his head, keeping him close to her and seeking for balance. Her face lit up in a mischievous grin it seemed like the farm boy had enough of being Mr Nice guy as he went about pleasuring her. Cat decided there and then that when she was finished with him, he would never look at another woman again. She parted her legs wider, and he appreciated the invitation. His tongue went directly for her clit. He sucked it softly, licking the surroundings gently, and then more desperately with each taste. She moaned and contorted under him cumming hard.
Her spicy scent seemed to add flavour to the air, and he grinned to himself at her reaction as he saw her face flushed. She saw his smirk and decided that was enough for her. Grabbing him she pulled off his tie hard as she started on his shirt. "Clothes off now!" Clark smirked at her as removed his shirt. Soon he was naked save his glasses naturally and watching as Cat took off her dress, she was wearing inch for inch. She ran a hand through her hair... she then trailed that hand down her chest, somewhat seductively. Clark's left eyebrow rose at the action, his eyes roamed her body. Oh yeah! He wanted her in the worse way! His cock throbbed, aching to bury itself back inside her.
He picked her up again and slammed her on the photocopier next to the window with such force the machine kicked into life. Cat gasped at the action but did not stop him one second as he positioned his cock to her pussy. He slowly entered her. Both of them were determined to enjoy the feel of each inch of sink meeting, deep inside. She wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging him to fuck her hard and hard he did slamming his cock deep inside. The photocopier underneath her scanning her ass producing copies of it but they didn't care one bit.
Feeling like she wanted to laugh for the intense rowdiness of it, Cat reached up and grabbed his head, pulling it down to her lips. He didn't attempt to wrest free, and instead moving harder against her gently about the hips. She was lost to the passion of herself and him. They was a far more enjoyable side of Clark Kent she decided. Her hands roamed around his back, feeling his tones muscles and his milky skin.
The buzz like a million sparks of electricity spread through her body as he thrust into her. Clark's hand started on a journey. He slid up the length of her smooth legs, higher and higher, rubbing and cupping the firm flesh of her thigh. A light pinching touch made her jump ever so slightly. He started to move faster, and she joined his rhythm. He was thrusting harder and harder each time. She was lifting her hips to meet every one of his movements. Clark leaned down and kiss her breasts before taking one into her mouth she moaned and bit her lip. They were moving as two wild animals, rutting hard, pushing each to the edge.
Gasping for breath Cat continued to writhe with him. He felt her muscle clamping down tighter on his shaft. She panted and moaned and clenched her eyes shut and called out Clark's name. Clark suddenly felt her inner muscles spasm practically milking him. He couldn't back any longer and shot his seed deep into her.
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Hours had passed when Cat's shaky hand appeared from behind the copier as she pull herself upright her head emerging as well. Her hair was a messy and there was thin layer of sweat across her still naked body. "Still haven't found the issue with the copier," she declared slightly out of breath.
She couldn't help but smile as she felt Clark's naked arm cover hers, his breath on her neck as he moulded his body against hers. She wriggled her ass around a little, her eyes lighting up as she felt him still hard. God does this guy ever go down she wondered happily. "Guess I still have some work to do then." He whispered into her ear before biting it. He couldn't get enough of her. The feel of being *inside* that velvet skin. Making that body respond to his touch, writhing under his hands. She moaned as they fell back onto the floor which was covered in their clothes.
Cat smirked as she landed on top of him and arched an elegant eyebrow. She leaned towards Clark, the musk of her perfume reaching out like tendrils, drawing him in as much as Cat's hands were doing now. Her lips were inches away from Clark's, moistened, ready. "Let me take you for a ride," Cat whispered, her breath tickling Clark's face, before closing the deal and the distance between them. Hands were once again everywhere, tongues duelling with moans and sighs of pleasure.
Clark grasped his cock and pointed it upwards Cat took that as invitation lifting her hips and impaling herself onto his long thick cock. He bit his lip and tried his hardest to cum at the feel of being inside her. She rode him in a rhythmic fashion, rocking back and forth against his turgid member, feeling his length inside her. Lois Lane might be the better reporter and win all the awards but if they were handing out prizes for this Cat knew that it would be hers without even trying.
Squeezing her ass before moving his hands to her hips Clark held her waist and thrust upwards again, feeling her hot pussy around his shaft, squeezing him. He had to bite his lip as she slowly moved back and forth onto him. She knew that she didn't have long to go now, feeling her stomach clench as she rose up and down on him with a more furious rocking motion. Clark reached towards Cat's breasts, holding them in each hand as she moved up and down on his rigid member.
"You feel so good," he grunted with pleasure as he nibbled on Cat's neck, exciting her further as Cat had her eyes closed, loving the feeling.
"Oh fuck," Cat groaned as she felt her lover's cock, deep inside her as she opened her eyes looking down at her lover licking her lips seductively, grinding her hips down on his erection. Clark couldn't believe how wild this woman was, how unashamed and almost proud of who she was. Moving against each other they returned to the sinful kissing as before. "I'm so close."
At that Clark gripped her hips and pulled her down on his cock forcefully determined to make her cum. Her mouth opened as she moaned, leaning back her head as she came. He was right there with her he felt her inner muscles clamp down around his cock pumping his cum deep inside her, feeling her pussy clench around him as she shook on top of him.
The pair collapsed onto the clothes, a panting and sweaty mess.
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Cat held up the paper in front of her and sighed. "Perfect!" She remarked bitterly and full of disappointment.
Behind her Clark cleared his throat and nodded. "Good," he all but squeaked from the corner of the room. The pair were still a mess but at least had their clothes on. "Guess my work here is umm… done." He offered rather pathetically causing Cat to roll her eyes. He had been doing this for the last hour now. Gone from sex mad animal to some shy stuttering Hugh Grant wannabe. It was like a light switch had gone off on his head and clearly it meant any lust or feelings for Cat had gone out of the window. Typical Cat huffed to herself. No doubt he would be tripping over to a certain Lois Lane as soon as he unlocked the copier.
"Thanks!" She smiled full of sarcasm at him holding up the paper as if it was a trophy.
Clark looked away ashamed. As soon as his head cleared and the affects of whatever he had been under had disappeared he found himself rather awkward and uncomfortable. How he wished for a superpower to turn back time so that this would never happen. "I… umm… I think…" he couldn't even come up with a sentence! No one could mistake him for a mild-mannered reporter now! "Sorry for earlier."
He was apologizing to her which meant he thought the whole thing was a mistake which only served to pissed her off further. "Copy rooms make you hot, do they?" She sneered at him, and he blushed. It would have to be the case that Cat was dead sexy when pissed off.
It lit the fires of raw emotion in him, his eyes flared with their intensity. She looked _so_ hot and suddenly pure crazed lust filled him reaching for her as he had done many times in the hours, they had spent together in this room he brought her close to his body.
Maybe there was still some fire in him after all Cat thought to herself allowing him to pull her into his arms. "Finish what you started," she challenged him, and Clark couldn't help accepting her challenge pulling her into a searing kiss. Pass the point of no return he crushed their bodies together… making a note to destroy all photocopies of his and Cat's antics.