CHAPTER 43.
GOTHAM HOTEL,
Vicki vale and his friend Alica just arrived to the hotel, she want to get a autograph from Clark kent on his new book. Her friend is not interest in meeting this guy whoever called Clark kent, so she stayed in the hotel front flirting with guy in the front. Vicki vale arrived at Clark's room and press the alarm, a minute later Clark kent opened the door, he easily recognise the woman.
"Vicki, what are you doing here," Clark asked in frustration, Superman was about to call his wives for having sex with them, he is clearly not happy about some woman interrupted it, Vicki vale must admit it he is handsome one when he is not wearing his glasses, then again Clark surpassed the anger and thought that's not the way to treat a lady and asked her come in with a smile, she smiled and entered the room.
"oh, it's really nothing i am fan of your works," She paused and flash him a smile and then continued, "i just want to get a autograph on your new book,"
"oh, i never thought the famous Vicki vale is fan of my work, i am really flattered" Superman said.
"Well, a month ago i heard about your works from Cat grant and i started reading your books its really good," Vicki vale said with a smile. They chatted for a while.
"I should get back downstairs. My friend must be probably wondering where I disappeared," the redhead reporter said, finally. "it nice talking to you."
She stood up, then turned to open her bag. After rifling through it for a few seconds, she pulled out a copy of Clark kent's book.
"Do you have the kitchen sink in there?" Clark kent asked teasingly, watching her taking the book from her bag.
"Everything but that," Vicki vale said. "I carry all the stuff I think we might possibly need in almost any situation."
"Ah, I like a woman who is prepared for anything," Superman said.
"Could I ask you to autograph this for me?" Vicki vale asked Superman, holding out the book.
"I'll tell you what," he said. "I'll sign it, if you do something for me."
"Of course," Vicki vale said. "Anything you want, if that means getting autograph from the famous reporter Clark kent."
"Take off your panties," Superman said, matter-of-factly. She hesitated, not sure she'd heard him correctly.
"What?" the redhead reporter asked, quietly.
"Take off your panties," Superman said again, slowly enunciating each word as she looked at him, she clearly like the way he asked, she liked him being straight.
"I can't..." she began, her face flushed, she really find the reporter attractive and his boldness she loved it, but she want to find a excuse for not taking off her panties. "There are people..."
"but you want to do don't you," Superman said and giving her a smug face.
"I do," she admitted, she really want to be his slut, "but, not here not in a cheap hotel."
"I'm not going to ask again, Vicki," Superman said more like order, his voice was rich her pussy is clearly dripping with desire. "Do it right now."
the redhead reporter turned her head and looked down the window, trying to see the people in the outside of the hotel. After a moment, she placed the book on the table and moved her hands to the front of her dress. Still unsure, she crouched slightly, moved her hands under the fabric, and up her legs.
She looked into his blue eyes. His did not waver from hers.
As he watched, she slipped her fingers inside the top of her panties and slid them down her legs. She stepped out of them, carefully. He reached out with his left hand to steady her, and she took his hand with her right.
She held up a pair of flesh-colored lace boyshorts, hooked on the first two fingers of her left hand, displaying them for him.
"Come here," Superman said, gently pulling the redhead reporter toward him. She stepped closer. He released her hand and took the underwear from her. He dropped the delicate fabric on the table, and then pushed the heavy wooden table to the other side of the booth. He scooted himself back, giving her some space. She stood, looking into his eyes in the dim light.
"Show me," Superman said. Again, she hesitated. He waited.
Slowly, she grasped the hem of her dress, and lifted it upward until her hands reached her waist. Superman lowered his eyes to her cleanly shaven pubic region.
"Touch it," he said. The reporter bunched up her dress in her left hand, and moved her right downward. Moving her left foot a few inches on the left – spreading her legs slightly – she slipped her fingers between her legs. She moaned softly as her middle finger brushed her clit.
"That's right, get them wet," Superman said, as she moved her fingers against her lips. The blue eyed kryptonian spread her legs farther.
"Put them inside," he ordered. This time she complied immediately, slipping her forefinger into her wetness. After a few strokes, her middle finger joined the first.
"Is it wet?" he asked.
"Yes," Vicki vale whispered.
"Faster," he said. She did as he ordered, she couldn't beleive what she is doing taking order from a handsome man like some common slut. Only a minute later, he saw her mouth fall open, and her knees bend slightly, as if wanting to buckle.
"Are you close?" he asked.
"Yessss," she hissed. He smiled for a moment.
"Stop," he demanded. It took a few seconds for his command to register in her brain.
"What?" Vicki vale said, confused.
"You heard me," he said. She pulled her hand from between her legs.
"Clean off your fingers," he said. As he watched, she moved her fingers to her lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked them slowly, tasting her juices. After a moment, she took the fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, cleaning them thoroughly.
He moved his big right hand to his crotch and adjusted himself through his pants. Her eyes followed his hand.
"Put your foot up here," Superman said, patting the blood red vinyl. She complied, silently, taking a step closer and placing her right foot between his legs, on the seat. The kryptonian placed his hands on the toe of the red head reporter boot's. He let his fingers trail over the leather for a moment. He lifted his head and looked at her beautiful face as he moved his hands upward. When his fingers touched the skin above her boot, a small moan escaped her lips.
He trailed his fingers over her warm white skin. Without breaking eye contact, he placed his left hand on her hip. His right slowly moved up her calf, over her knee, under her dress, and along her thigh. She trembled as he moved higher. Her head fell back and her mouth fell open as his fingers found her sex.
"Oh, my God," she whispered.
"Mmmm, so hot," he said, smiling. He slid his forefinger between her wet lips. Moving it back and forth several times, it quickly became slick with her juices. Turning his right hand slightly, he let his fingers brush her clit. She gasped when she feel his strong finger in her clit.
"Take your top down," Superman said. She looked toward the other booths again. She couldn't see the other people, but she felt sure their eyes were locked on her.
"I..." she began. The kryptonian slipped his middle finger into her pussy, pushing until his second knuckle entered her. She grabbed at his wrist with her left hand.
"Yesss," she hissed, it's been years since someone actually make her their bitch, she loves strong man who take charge in this type of situation, she wondered how big his cock must look like. He added his forefinger to her wetness and her left knee nearly buckled.
She reached out to steady herself by grabbing his shoulder with her right hand, she could feel his shoulder feel like steel.
Superman reached up with his left hand and pulled the strap of her dress off her shoulder. She released his wrist and reached up to pull the other strap. The top slid down to her waist, exposing her flawless big breasts. He placed his hand on her right breast and felt her hard nipple brushing against his palm.
He pushed his fingers deeper inside her. Her leg trembled as she tried to remain standing. She tried to lower her right leg to the floor, to steady herself.
"No," he said, loudly and slapped her nipple hard not hard but hard enough for normal human.
"Fuck," she nearly screamed, stopping herself knowing everyone here would probably hear.
"Don't fucking move," Superman ordered.
"Please," she whispered. He slapped her nipple again, while burying his fingers in her cunt. Her body jumped at the mix of pleasure and pain.
Knowing she couldn't remain standing much longer, he pulled her to him, spinning her body so she sat on his lap, facing away from him.
Her ass rubbed against his hard cock through his pants as she wiggled on top of him. His right hand returned to her crotch and he rubbed her clit hard. With his left hand, he took hold of her hair, and pulled her head back.
"Make me cum," she pleaded.
He pulled harder on her hair.
"Beg me," he said.
"Pleeease, Clark kent," she whispered. "I need to...I need to cum."
He gave her nipple another sharp slap, the pain was intense.
"Do not call me 'Clark'," he growled, as she moaned.
She writhed on top of him, and he began to feel small tremors running through her body. Knowing she was on the verge of orgasm, he removed his hands from her body, dropping them to his sides.
"Nooo," Vicki vale pleaded. "I'm gonna cummm..."
Her breath came in short huffs as she continued to grind herself against him. Her body began to convulse and he realized he'd waited too long, pushing her too close to the edge before stopping.
"Don't cum," he said in her ear.
"Oh, God! I..." Vicki vale began, but a wave of pleasure washed over her, and her speech dissolved into a long moan. Worried she would fall off him, he put his arms around her. Her body contorted and her knees came up toward her chest.
Superman twisted his head to watch her face as she came. He could tell she was fighting the urge to cry out. Again, the blue eyed kryptonian pushed his right hand between her legs. His fingers quickly found her clit and he rubbed fast and hard. She nearly screamed as another orgasm rocked her body before the first had died away. Her body shook on top of his and she fought to breathe.
"Please..." she tried to begin. He ignored her attempt to speak, continuing to move his fingers. Squirming, she whimpered and gasped as he drove her toward the edge yet again.
A minute later, as the waves of her third orgasm receded, her body went limp on top of him. He moved his fingers away from her clit, letting them trail over the skin of her inner thighs, then up to her stomach. His left hand rested on her hip, steadying her.
"Are you OK?" Superman asked, as diminishing aftershocks continued to run through her body. She turned her head. It took a few moments for her to collect herself.
"I don't know," she said. "I just came so hard I can't feel anything right now, oh my god, you know how to touch a woman."
"Just relax for a minute," Superman said. "Then, we'll start with your punishment."
Her eyes went wide.
"Punishment?" Vicki vale asked. "For what?"
"You came after I told you not to," he said.
"I couldn't help it," she cried. "You made me feel better than anyone."
Superman moved his left hand to her chest and slapped her nipple. Her body jumped as if hit by a jolt of electricity.
"I'm sorry," she cried.
"Don't apologize for your pleasure," he said. "That's the whole point of this. But, you did disobey me. Now you have to be punished, so you'll learn."
"How?" she questioned. Superman turned his head to look toward the other brighter lights from the lower level allowed him to see three were occupied by couples. At the moment, they each seemed to be minding their own business, though
Superman felt sure some of them had been watching before he turned his head. Vicki vale followed his gaze.
"Go ask them to come over and watch," Superman told her.
She shook her head. He slapped her left nipple and she let out a small yelp of pain.
"Don't disobey me again, Slut," the kryptonian said, loudly. She stood slowly, making sure her legs would hold her up after she'd cum so hard.
"Which ones?" she asked.
"All of them in the hotel," he replied, coolly. She pulled at her dress, attempting to straighten it. He pulled her hands away.
"No," Superman said. "Take it off."
She turned to look at him. He remained silent and grabbed at the fabric, pulling it away from her body.
"But, I..." she started, but stopped. She let the dress slip over her hips. Superman held it up, keeping it off the floor. He lowered it enough so she could step out it, placing her right hand on his shoulder as she did.
He straightened up and dropped the dress next to him on the seat. Now nude, except for her ankle boots, Vicki vale stood in front of him naked showing her glorious body.
"Go on," he directed.
"What should I say?" Vicki vale asked.
"Tell them you'd like them to watch me punish you," Superman said. She slowly walked towards the door naked, she is about to open the door.
"stop," Superman said, Vicki vale stopped, he walked close to Vicki leaned close to the redhead, he never thought the whore would do such thing walking towards people nude and ask them to watch her punishment.
"Good girl, you love obeying my orders, don't you" he whispered. She smiled at him, indeed she loved obeying orders from him.
"Bend over the table," he ordered. This time, she didn't hesitate. She placed her hands on the wooden top and leaned slightly, sticking out her ass. He waited a moment. She looked back at him over her left shoulder.
"I said bend over," he said, putting a hand on the hot skin of her shoulder and roughly pushing her down until her upper body rested on the cool wood.
The boots she wore made her tall enough that bending over so far left her ass up in the air. Superman looked down at her perfect cheeks. He wanted nothing more than open his pants and plunge his aching cock into her. He battled with his libido, however, forcing himself to stay in control.
"Spread your legs," he ordered.
She did so, for the best view of her pussy to the kryptonian. The kryptonian ignored her efforts as he stood beside Vicki vale. Placing his right hand on her ass, he let his fingers brush against her wet lips. Her body jumped as if struck by electricity.
He paused for a moment, then pulled his hand away from her ass. Her body tensed in anticipation, knowing what was about to happen. Superman brought his hand down forcefully, giving her ass a firm slap enough to give pain and pleasure to the redhead reporter.
"Fuck," Vicki vale hissed. She tried to stand, but Superman held her firmly in place. Turning her head to look back at him, she quickly gave up resisting.
Superman struck her cheeks again. She grunted at the pain.
Before she'd finished reacting, he moved his fingers back to her cunt, rubbing her gently.
"Oh, God..." she moaned, while clawing at the far side of the table. Superman removed his left hand from her shoulder and slipped it under her hip, reaching back between her legs. His fingers found her clit and as her body reacted, he used his right hand to spank her ass again. Her body trembled.
"That's right," he whispered, "enjoy the mix of pleasure and pain."
"More, please" she croaked. He smiled. Raising his hand, he smacked her harder, the sound of his hand meeting her firm ass echoed around the balcony.
"Stand up, turn around, and sit on the edge of the table," Superman said, to Vicki complied.
"Watch them," Superman said. The kryptonian knelt between her legs. His lips touched the side of her left knee, and moved slowly upward. He kissed his way to her thigh, then to her left hip bone. He gently bit the skin there, before proceeding downward.
As his tongue trailed over her mons pubis, he noticed a small, circular discoloration. Even in the semi-dark he realized it was a tattoo, but didn't stop to look closely. He maneuvered over the inked skin, and down to her cunt, tasting her juices.
Vicki vale gasped and her head fell back. She placed her hands behind her, spreading her fingers on the top of the table for support. He grabbed her legs and draped them over his shoulders, then grabbed her hips, and held her tightly as he tried to thrust his tongue inside her.
"Fuuuuck," she cried feeling his talented tongue. He attacked her pussy with his mouth, and the table shook as she wiggled against his face. She grabbed his head with her right hand, pulling at his short hair, trying to force him farther into her. Looking up, he watched her chest rise and fall and she struggled to breathe. He could see her mouth moving, but with her legs pressed against his ears, he couldn't make out her words. He moved his right hand, letting her leg fall from his shoulder. Her words were unintelligible and even though his tongue was inside her, he smiled.
Without further delay, he moved his mouth to her clit, taking it between his lips, and sucking it gently. His free hand moved to her pussy and he pushed two fingers inside her. Her body stiffened and she held her breath for several seconds.
He moved his fingers in and out of her, increasing the force and speed of his penetration. Her breath came in great sobs and she clawed at his head.
"Yessss," she hissed. "I'm gonna cum."
Superman felt the muscles of her pussy clutch at his fingers. He struggled to keep them inside her, thrusting deep as her body began shaking. Her left leg returned to his shoulder, squeezing him, and her body bucked violently as she came again.
The convulsions lasted for more than a minute. He kept his left hand on her right hip as she writhed against him.
As the tremors of pleasure subsided, he let his slick fingers slip from her wetness. Taking his mouth from her clit, he stood. Her legs slid downward, and her feet again touched the floor. He kissed his way up her body quickly. He found her lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth.
She kissed back as his fingers lightly caressed her clit, trying to extend her orgasm. Her body jumped at his touch and she moaned into his mouth.
He felt Vicki vale's warm body against his, and knew he had to have more. Superman turned and pushed her back to the edge of the table. He quickly opened his pants. Pushing them over his hips, his thirteen inch erect cock sprung free. He moved between her legs and she reached out to touch him.
"No," he said, brushing away her hands.
"Please," Vicki said. "I want to feel your big cock."
He slapped her left nipple. She groaned at the pain.
"Greedy girls get punished," he said. "Put your hands behind your back."
She obeyed. He stepped closer and guided the tip of his cock across her clit. Her body jumped at the sensation. He moved his hardness back and forth over her bud, then slipped down her wet lips. She moaned as he pushed himself against her, aching to be inside her. Just before he entered her, the last rational thought remaining in his pleasure-clouded brain bubbled to the surface and he stopped.
"What's wrong?" she asked, looking at him.
"Nothing," he said. He wanted to fuck her. At this moment, he wanted it more than anything in the world; burying his hard cock deep inside her, moving in and out until he exploded. The desire clouded his sense.
"Fuck me," she said, almost begging him. It took the very last vestige of his self-control to resist slamming himself into her. But, he realized he needed to control himself in order to teach her to let him control her.
"No," he said. "Not yet."
He took a step back.
"Please," she cried. "Don't stop now, fuck me with you big cock."
He raised his hand toward her chest.
"I'm sorry," she said,
"Get on your knees," he said, again looking at Vicki. "It's my turn."
She slipped off the table and knelt in front of him. She looked up into his eyes. He ran the fingers of his right hand over her lips. She stuck out her tongue to taste herself on his skin.
She moaned around his fingers.
"Want more?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered. "Please."
With his left hand, he grabbed the red hair at the back of her head. He pulled, tilting her head back a few inches. She gasped, her mouth staying open as he looked down at her.
"Tell me what you want," he ordered. She strained to look at his thirteen inch cock.
"I want you in my mouth, i want that big cock in my slutty mouth" she said.
"i didn't hear you correctly, again what do you want in your mouth?" he asked, pulling her hair harder.
"Your mighty cock," she whispered. "I want to feel your cock in my mouth. I want to taste your cock in my mouth."
He took his hardness in his right hand and stroked it slowly.
"Say please," he told her.
"Pleeeease," she hissed, trying to move closer to him. Holding her hair firmly, he moved close enough to allow his cock to trace over her lips.
"Mmmm," she murmured, as she tried to take him between her lips. He groaned as he let her warm mouth envelope the head of his cock. Her tongue danced over the tip, licking away the drop of pre-cum there, and his body stiffened.
She took him deeper, sliding her lips down the tight skin of his shaft. She wrapped her right hand around his girth and gave it half a dozen hard strokes.
He released her hair. Letting his left hand fall to her shoulder, his fingers grabbed at her damp skin.
"That's it," he mumbled. "Take it deep."
Moving her left hand to his ass, she pulled him toward her, forcing the head of his cock into her throat. She grunted as he placed both hands on her head. He held her in place, feeling her throat clutch at his thirteen inch cock, as if trying to swallow him whole.
"Oh, fuck, yes," he groaned, she strugled against his cock, but did not attempt to pull away from him. The kryptonian could hear the redhead reporter, struggling to breathe through her nose, as she held him there for almost a minute.
He realized he couldn't last much longer – he needed to cum. Using his right hand, he pulled his throbbing cock from her mouth.
"Look at me," he said, grabbing her chin with his left hand and lifting her face upward. "Pucker your lips."
Her eyes met his as he began stroking his cock, letting it brush her lips. Again, he moved his left hand to her hair.
"Give it to me," she whispered. "Give me that fucking cum. I want to taste it."
Her sudden assertiveness pushed him to the edge, the redhead feel like a common slut begging for this handsome man cum.
"I'm gonna cum all over those pretty little lips," he grunted.
"Yes, right now! Cum for me," she demanded. She opened her mouth in expectation and once more took the head of his cock between her lips.
Surprised, he moaned as his body began to convulse. He tried to pull his cock out of her mouth as his first stream of cum hit the back of her throat. She struggled to stay upright and keep her lips around him as his body bucked hard against her.
"Fuck," he hissed, through gritted teeth. He finally freed himself from her mouth and fired a stream of cum onto her lips and cheek. She closed her eyes.
"No," he said, pulling her hair, "look at me, i want you to watch me cum in your face."
Her eyes opened again, staring into his. More cum hit her face and she moaned as the warm fluid ran down her chin. He moved his hand back and forth along his shaft, jerking himself onto her.
He guided his cock back to her lips and pushed himself into her mouth.
"Get it all out," the kryptonian demanded. She took him deep, letting him slide into her throat and holding him there for several seconds as she drew out the last few drops of his cum. His body quivered as she continued sucking his now hyper-sensitivecock. His knees nearly buckled as her efforts seemed to drain the energy from his entire body.
Once sure he was milked dry, she let him slip from her mouth, though he held her hair tightly until his orgasm subsided completely. He looked down at her face. His cum coated her lips and chin, and had splattered onto the tip of her nose and both cheeks.
As he watched, she tipped her head down, opened her mouth, and let cum and saliva dribble out and drip onto her chest.
"Oh, God," Superman moaned, watching the gooey liquid run down her body. As Superman's cock rehardened in sec, he released Vicki vale's hair. She looked up at him.
"We made a mess," she said, smiling, she could see his thirteen inch cock back to life comeback to life, she wonder how is it even possible, she wanted to touch the beautiful piece of meat.
"Stand up," he said, reaching out to help her. He picked up her boyshorts from the table. Turning them inside-out, he reached up toward her face.
"What are you doing?" she asked, pulling grabbed her and held her close.
"Shhh," he admonished.
Using the lace panties like a small towel, he gently wiped her face and chest, cleaning her as much as possible. Once he finished, he turned the underwear right side out and handed them to Vicki vale.
"Put them on," he said.
"What?" she said, more than asked.
"You heard me," he said.
"You're crazy," she protested. "They're wet and sticky now."
"Don't make me repeat myself, vicki," he said, quietly.
She did as he ordered, sliding them up her legs and pulling them snuggly into place.
"You took some big steps tonight," he said. "Trust, submission, exhibitionism, a little S&M."
Vicki vale looked down at the floor.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," he assured her. He reached out, placed two fingers under her chin, and lifted her face until she looked at him.
"You've got more to learn," he said. "But, as you do, you'll get more and more confident, and allow yourself to enjoy the pleasure submission can bring."
She gave him a small nod.
"May I clean myself?" she asked, quietly.
"Yes," he said, as he closed his pants. She reached into her purse and removed a make-up compact. Clicking it open, she checked her face using its small mirror. Pulling several tissues from a packet, she wiped her face, lips, neck, and chest. Then took a few moments to clean her glasses.
"Did I miss any?" she asked.
He leaned close to inspect her.
"Looks OK to me," he said.
She retrieved her dress from the seat where Superman had dropped it. As he watched her get dressed, Superman took a small notepad from the pocket of his t-shirt. After scratching a few figures on a piece of paper, he tore it out.
Vicki collected her bag, and lifted the copy of Clark kent's book from the table.
"Hey, you didn't autograph my book," she said with a smile.
"I'll sign it at the office," he said.
"What?" she questioned. He handed her the paper. She took it and read his office phone number.
"I'll be there," she said with a smile. She reached out to take his arm, but he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She leaned against him, and he steadied her as they walked toward the stairs to the first floor.
"I know," he said, quietly.
"How?" she asked.
"Because," he assured her, he wanted to fuck her now but he knows it's late and her friend is wondering where Vicki is "you're mine now."
"i have to go it's getting late, we will meet soon again, master," she said with a smile. After she leave. The kryptonian called his wives they arrived at hotel and he fucked them non stop.
A/N hai guys reviews are welcome.