CHAPTER 44.
GOTHAM HOTEL.
After a long day, Superman arrived to the hotel. Suerman pulled back the curtains and sat in a gaudy upholstered chair he'd turned so he could look out the large windows. He'd shut off the lights to wait, and though his two-bedroom suite was located on the top floor, gotham city gave the room a soft glow. He gazed eastward, His eyes traced over the buildings outlined against the black horizon.
He is waiting for a lovely woman Vicki vale in a small hotel She'd confessed to being a fan of his work, he is really surprised when she confessed it to him, He knows she is a famous reporter in gotham, He pressed her, asking for her panties in return for an autograph on her copy of his book. Wanting to see how far she would go, he simply pushed her...and she had submitted herself to him completely. When they finished, he gave her the number of his office, then again he called her and ask no more like order to her.
The phone on the end table interrupted his contemplation. Trying to remain patient, he let it ring four times before he answered it. The young night clerk announced he had a visitor.
"Please send her up," he said, simply, he could clearly saw the beautiful redhead reporter slowly walking towards his room. He walked to the door, opened it slightly, then returned to his chair by the window. She arrived several minutes later. He heard a few soft knocks on the door before the Redhead reporter pushed it from the hallway spilled through the entranceway and into the sitting room, illuminating the space between them.
"Hello?" she said, unsure, she want to call him Clark kent then stopped remembering him say never call him by his name.
"Come in," he answered,without turning his head.
She closed the door, and he heard the metallic click of the lock as it snapped into place. Vicki vale turned and walked toward the figure silhouetted against the window.
"I'm glad you came," he said, first he thought why would he need another bitch for his harem, then again he decided to make every bitch his and again Vicki vale is talented reporter she has a great mouth that would probably help both have him great blowjob and he is planning on offer her a job in his company.
"Several times," she said, referring to their activities at their meeting, she wanted the reporters big cock and him constantly making her his bitch, she loved the way he treat her, he never sees him as a woman or princess or an angel like most mens, he treat her like a common whore, first time she saw him with lois lane when she was in metropolis for pulitzer awards, she never thought him as a bold type or a orderly type, she clearly judge the book by its cover in Kent story. oh, no her master's story.
"Did you go home before you came here from work?" the kryptonian asked, he knows she didn't.
"No, I came straight from the work," she answered, standing next to his chair.
"Good girl," the blue eyes kryptonian said, rising.
Suerman slipped behind her as she looked out the window, but remained silent for several moments and watched the park outside.
"It's a beautiful view," she said, finally. "Even in the dark."
"It certainly is," the man of steel agreed. He offered her a seat. She declined, but placed her bag on the chair.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked.
"I think I've had enough tonight," she laughed.
"I have water, juice, and soda," he said. She politely refused. He nodded as he placed his hands on her hips.
"Have you ever used a safe word, Vicki?" the man of steel asked.
"No," she whispered, slowly shaking her head side to side.
"Do you know what it is?" he continued.
"Yes," she said, she clearly watched 50 shades of grey.
"If I do something you don't like, or if I'm hurting you, just say mmm. Orange, and I'll stop," man of steel assured her.
"You can do anything you want," the redhead reporter said.
"You don't even know what I might do," Superman said with a smile.
"I trust you," she said.
"Vicki vale, this is about your pleasure as much as mine," Suerman said. "If there's something you want me to do, or if something feels good, I want to know."
She looked at the floor. He rotated her body and his right hand moved upward. Placing two fingers under her chin, he lifted, bringing her eyes up to meet his.
"I'm serious," he said.
His fingers slipped from her chin as she nodded her understanding.
"come with me," the man of steel said, holding out his hand. Vicki vale picked up her bag, intertwined her fingers with his, and he led her to the bedroom. As in the sitting room, the lights were out and the curtains open. She put her bag on a chair near the foot of the king-sized bed and turned to face him. Moving closer, he took a few moments to gaze at her beautiful face in the dim light.
"Get undressed and join me," he said, finally. Leaving her, he walked into the bathroom. He flipped on the light, but did not close the door. While he waited, he reached in the spacious shower stall and turned on the water. As it warmed, he stripped off his clothing. Vicki vale walked in a minute later, nude, holding her panties in her right hand.
"May I rinse out my underwear?" she asked.
"Of course," Superman said, He admired her body as she stood at the sink. Starting at her feet, his gaze traveled up her lovely skin, over her tight round ass and back, to her chestnut brown hair. The mirror allowed him to see her face and her perfect big round white breasts. She looked up and saw him watching her. The redhead reporter eyes sparkled, and she smiled.
Suerman stepped into the shower as she hung the flesh-colored lace boyshorts on a towel rack. Vicki vale pulled the scrunchy from her ponytail, and tossed it on the counter as he reached out to her through the open door. and sink before taking his hand. She stepped in and moved close to him - his large, 6'3" frame dwarfed her 5'7". Capturing her shoulders, he gently turned her body.
Easing her under the spray of hot water, he watched the streams hit her skin and disintegrate into droplets which splattered against the dark sand colored marble tiles and glass of the stall. She spun gradually. Again facing away from him, she tilted her head and for nearly a minute doused her red hair.
"It feels so good," she said as the water ran over her, she never could feel his muscles touching her body. "It'll help sweat out the vodka."
Suerman reached for the shampoo as she straightened, and then pushed her hair back, letting it fall straight down her spine. He poured a generous amount of the fragrant goo directly on the top of her head.
"Smells good," she said, as he returned the bottle to the shower caddy. "What kind is it?"
He told her, then related why he'd chosen it, and she laughed as his hands weaved into her mane. He massaged her scalp, gently washing her hair - taking his time, almost teasing her - letting the long strands slip between his fingers. As her breathing deepened, she reached out and placed one hand on the glass, the other on the tiles opposite. Finished, he held her head firmly, guiding her back to the drizzle emanating from the showerhead. For a few moments, her body relaxed, then her hands came to her hair and his retreated as she rinsed. Twisting, he picked up the bodywash, the redhead reporter loved the feeling of the big man's hand giving her gentle massage.
Squeezing the bottle, he filled his right palm with emerald green gel. He rubbed his hands together, then reached out and placed them on her shoulder blades. Sliding them downward, he gently lathered her body, cleaning her with care. As his fingers slid around her waist, a small moan escaped her lips, and she leaned back against him. She felt his hardness press against her slippery ass, the mighty shaft of him slithering up between her cheeks.
Deliberately, he moved upward, teasing her pink nipples as he cupped her breasts. Her hips swayed as she grabbed his hands, trying to direct him, but he resisted.
"Please," she said, looking back at him, she wanted to feel his big hand.
"Patience," he whispered, then kissed her mouth. She tried to reach back and touch him, dragging her nails over the skin of his thighs.
"I know you want me," she said, twisting her right arm in an attempt to grab his thirteen inch cock. Taking half a step backward, he captured her wrists.
"You know what happens to greedy girls," he growled. He easily forced her hands out in front of her.
"Put your hands on the wall," he ordered. She complied, bending slightly at the waist, her fingers splayed wide on the wet tile at the front of the shower - the streams hitting her lower back. He shifted close to her.
"Keep them there," he said.
Vicki vale began to turn her head when he delivered a hard slap to her right butt cheek. She yelped in pain, and her hands almost left the wall.
"Motherfucker,"she hissed.
"Did you say something?" he asked, quietly, he knows what she said. Before she could answer, he struck her again. She fought to stifle a moan as she clawed at the tiles. Her feet parted and he took a small step to his right as his left hand drifted along the crack of her ass. She gasped as his fingers slipped between her legs and caressed both holes simultaneously.
"Oh, God," she sighed.
"Do you want to cum, again? You greedy bitch" he asked.
"Pleeeease," she responded. "I want you to fuck me hard, pound me harder."
In truth, he wanted nothing more - he ached to thrust himself inside her, pressing her against the wall as he rammed himself into her - but he restrained his desire. He rubbed her clit lightly as he nudged a fingertip against her asshole. Her body stiffened under his touch, and Suerman stared at her face.
"Not yet, you greedy," he said, shaking his head slowly. A groan escaped her throat as she closed her eyes tightly and let her head hang down toward the floor of the stall. He continued, and her breathing quickened. His right hand drifted to her right shoulder. Holding her firmly, he turned his left hand and cautiously inserted the tips of the first two fingers. She tried to push back toward him, but he withdrew, and applied pressure with the palm of his right hand, holding her in place. He leaned over, his mouth near her ear.
"Don't you fucking move, trust me you don't want to" he growled. He stood up quickly, let go of her shoulder, and again clapped her ass. She squealed beneath him.
"Understand?" he asked. She nodded in response. He delivered another blow to her flesh, the pain pass through her pale flesh.
"Say it," he demanded.
"I understand," she managed after another short pushed his fingers forward, slipping them farther inside her. She sighed loudly and her cunt contracted around him. His right hand returned to her sensitive clit and he rubbed hard. Her body jumped.
"Shit," she cried. He could feel the tension building in her and he thrust his fingers deeper, reaching his last knuckle. Without pausing, he began working his fingers in and out while manipulating her button.
He watched goose bumps rise on her skin, and felt tremors running through her. A long moan resonated through the fog of steam filling the stall.
"Yessss," she hissed. He pulled away.
"Don't stop, please" she yelled, trying to stand up. Suerman put his hands on her back and held her in position. His hand slapped against her skin once more.
"I was about to cum," she protested.
"I know," he said, flatly.
"Then why?" she questioned.
"Stand up straight," he ordered.
She complied and he pushed himself against her, forcing her chest to the tiles at the front of the stall. His cock brushing her inner thighs, and his hands slipped around her; his left crossing her breasts, he squeezed her nipple; his right wormed its way down her stomach to her sex.
"You must learn to ask if you may cum," he whispered.
"You want me to beg?" she retorted. His fingers retreated from her flesh.
"OK, I will," she insisted quickly. "I promise."
"I know," he said. Again, he slowly started to massaged her clit. She struggled to wiggle her hips, grinding against his cock. It took only a minute for her to approach the edge of orgasm. Her body quivered and her knees threatened to buckle.
"I need to cum," she groaned, she needed to beg so. "Please, may I cum?"
Once more, he pulled away his hands.
"No," he said. "You haven't earned an orgasm yet."
"What?" the redhead reporter asked in frustration, her body slumping back against his.
"You have to earn your orgasm," he said.
"How?" she quickly shut off the water. He kissed the side of her neck as the last drops trickled from the showerhead.
"Let's go to the bedroom," he said, taking his lips from her wet skin. Making sure she could stand on her own, he took a half step backward, then turned and opened the shower door. Wobbling slightly, she followed. Suerman wrapped a hotel robe around her. She crossed her arms over her chest, hugging the terry cloth to her body as he rubbed her shoulders and back.
"Do you have a hair brush in that bag of tricks you carry?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"Get it," he said. Vicki vale sauntered away from him, letting her hips rocked back and forth. Suerman picked up a towel and dried himself quickly, turning off the bathroom light as he followed her into the bedroom. She rummaged through her bag for a few seconds before producing a brush. He tossed his towel toward the bathroom door and sat down, straddling the corner of the bed.
"Come here," he said. She approached him. Taking the brush, he scooted back a few inches.
"Turn around and sit down," he ordered. She complied, pressing her robe-covered ass against his crotch and inner thighs.
"Like this?" she asked, looking at him. He reached up and used his fingers to pull her hair to the left. Gently, he began combing it; carefully straightening any tangles and knots. Without stopping, he leaned forward and smelled her clean hair. Her breath caught in her throat as she heard him inhale deeply. Her body tingled at his touch; his voice; his delicate control of her. Her skin felt as if electric current were passing through it, threatening to explode her senses.
She tried to calm herself as he backed away and asked about her job. Caught off guard, it took her a moment to respond. He continued to groom, She could feel his hardness against her. Her pussy throbbed under her robe, she could feel the wetness between her legs. After he'd edged her twice in the shower, she needed to cum - her body was demanding orgasm. As if sensing her thoughts, he held the brush in front of her.
"All done," he said. Taking it, she stood up and turned to face him. His erect thirteen inch cock pointed at her, and her eyes locked on it. She tossed the brush toward her bag and opened the robe, letting it fall silently to the floor.
"I need you to fuck me, please it's been so long." she said. Ignoring her plea, he rose, and moved to the nightstand.
"Come over here," he said. He turned on the lamp next to the bed, illuminating the toys he'd brought from fortress - a Silver Bullet vibrator; a small, ruby crystal-headed butt plug; handcuffs; a ball gag; a bottle of water-based lubricant. He watched her eyes go wide for a moment as she surveyed the selection. Her mouth opened.
"Do you have something to say slut?" he asked.
"App-ealing," she said, a smile spreading across her lips, she could feel her inner slut smiling when the reporter called him a slut. "App-ropriate. App-roval."
Staring at her, he brought his left hand up to her neck. As he squeezed lightly, her mouth fell open. His right hand slid up to grab her newly combed hair. Pulling firmly, he tilted her head back, and freed her neck as he moved his nose to hers.
"A safe word is not something to joke about, young lady," he growled. "Understand?"
Vicki vale managed to nod a fraction of an inch. Suerman stayed there another moment, then kissed her neck. Keeping hold of her, he walked her backward until her legs hit the bed. He released her hair, and she gasped as he pushed her down. Something on her lower belly caught his eye, and he remembered catching a glimpse of her tattoo while they played in the small hotel. His fingers traced across the green ink over her pubic bone as he leaned in to examine it closely.
"What does it mean?" he asked.
Her fingers joined his.
"It means 'take flight,' in Chinese," she said.
"Hmmm, chinese." he grunted.
"You don't like it?" she asked.
"I do," he countered. "And, it's in an interesting place. I bet the tattoo artist enjoyed doing it. But..."
"What?" she pressed.
"Are you sure it doesn't mean 'a pint of beef and broccoli?'" he teased.
"Noooo," she laughed, she loved the sense of humour in him. She hadn't stopped when he grabbed her hips and roughly flipped her onto her stomach.
"Ohhhh," she sighed. "I like that."
"Put your hands behind your back," he ordered. She did so, and he picked up the handcuffs and ball gag. Mounting the bed, he cuffed her wrists, then placed the gag in her mouth. She mumbled something. He looked at her and removed it.
"How can I say the safe word if my mouth if full?" she asked.
"How indeed," he said, with a wicked grin. Again, he stuffed the plastic ball between her lips, and secured it. Suerman stared down at her. Turning her head, she raised her eyes to his - he found it fantastically arousing, as if she were trying to seduce him.
"Get your ass in the air," he ordered. "Up on your knees."
Keeping her face on the bed, she struggled to accomplish what he wanted.
"That is a beautiful fucking sight," he said, looking down at her. Once more, he grabbed Vicki vale's hips, and dragged her backward until her knees rested on the edge of the bed. Suerman picked up the vibrator and then knelt behind her. He rotated the base of the vibe, turning it on to its lowest setting. She whimpered as he slid it up the inside of her right leg. As the toy brushed her lips, Vicki vale's muffled voice rose to a loud moan. Her body began trembling, the kryptonian could see the Red head reporter trembling beneath him.
"Not yet," he said, loudly. He slapped her ass and the sound echoed around the room.
"Do not cum, slut," he ordered. She muttered something the ball gag rendered unintelligible and he removed the vibrator from her skin. Suerman waited several seconds, enjoying the sight - he focused on her glistening lips - as the tension in her body drained away slowly.
"Are you ready, Vicki vale?" he asked. Her ass wiggled side to side, and he thought he heard a murmur in the affirmative.
"Would you like to cum now?" he asked, needlessly.
"Yeth," she pleaded around the gag. She couldn't see the smile on his face as he re-activated the vibrator and his face moved closer to her. Almost simultaneously,his tongue pushed against her asshole and the toy contacted her highly sensitive clit. Vicki vale's body surged forward and Suerman slipped his right arm around the front of her legs to hold her to him.
"Fuuuuu," she roared, unable to finish the word as pleasure flooded her senses. A few more seconds passed and her body began bucking violently against his face. He held her firmly - keeping his tongue and the vibe on her flesh - as she came, squealing and convulsing. A groan escaped his throat as he poked at her hole.
Suerman did not relent. Forcing Vicki vale down on the bed, he began kissing his way up her back as he carefully guided the tip of the vibrator inside her. Her wetness allowed it to slide in easily and she tried to shimmy backward, taking more of it.
"Pleath," she begged. He nudged the toy deeper as his tongue trailed up her spine, tasting her salty skin, and as he reached the space between her shoulder blades, she came again, the second orgasm exploding through her before the first had faded completely.
"Good girl," he whispered, moving his mouth close to her right ear. "Enjoy it. Let it wash over you."
As she shook, fighting for breath, he gently let the vibe slip out of her. With his left hand, he fumbled to turn off the slick toy, then dropped it to the bed, letting it rest between her thighs. Vicki vale turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder "Would you like more," he asked as their eyes met.
Vicki vale tried to speak, but was prevented from doing so by the gag. Using her eyes, she tried to draw his attention to the reason for her difficulty. He didn't need to be reminded. Reaching up with his left hand, he roughly pulled the ball gag out of place, and it slipped down around her neck. She took a deep breath before he pushed two fingers into her mouth, letting her taste herself on them.
"Mmmm," she purred, as her tongue wound around them for several seconds.
"Well," he said, extracting the digits.
"I want you to fuck me," she said. His left hand moved to her ass and he slapped her right cheek hard. She yelped in pain.
"You want?" he growled.
"Please," she cried. He repeated the question and the blow.
"I'm sorry," she stammered.
"Are you giving the orders now?" he asked, raising his hand again.
"No," she said quickly, and repeated her apology.
"I don't think I'm going to let you have my cock yet," he said.
Her bottom lip stuck out in a mock pout. Suerman pulled his right arm from under her thighs, reached up with both hands, and wrestled the ball gag back into place. Her attempted objection was muffled. He let his hands travel downward along her body. His fingers left her flesh, he stood, and turned away from her. She twisted her neck, trying to watch him as he moved to the nightstand.
For a few moments, Superman hesitated. Eyeing the items remaining beneath the lamp, he wondered if he might be pushing Vicki vale too far for a first encounter. His voracious desire drove his decision. Making sure she could see, he scooped up the lubricant and the butt plug, then approached her.
"Up, now," he commanded.
Again her hips rose, while he used a thumbnail to flip open the bottle. Tilting it, he squeezed, watching a dozen drops of the gooey liquid fall into the crack of her ass. Vicki vale's body shuddered, and she purred softly, as it oozed down her lips. He closed the bottle and tossed it aside. Using his fingers, he spread the lube around her asshole, teasing her.
"Look at me, slut," he did, and he held up the silver and crystal plug - about four inches long and a little more than an inch in circumference at its widest point. Light glinted off its surface and she moaned. Her eyes followed it downward until it disappeared behind the curves of her ass cheeks. The cool metal touched her skin and she flinched.
"Do not move," he said, loudly enunciating each word.
Silently, she nodded several times, her eyes wide. He let the plug glide around her hole, twirling it slowly, coating it with lube. Watching her, he pressed the head against her hole. Her hips shifted forward, no more than an inch. Suerman's hand came up, and she stopped, fearing his punishment.
"Relax, slut," he said, soothingly. Once more, she indicating that she was prepared, even as her breathing increased. He gently advanced the plug, and she slowly opened as the tip entered her. She sighed around the gag. Suerman did not stop, pushing gingerly but smoothly as the steel steadily spread her sphincter. He looked at her face. Her eyes were screwed shut and she was biting down on the gag.
"You're a good girl, Vicki vale," he whispered, patting her hip with his free hand. Finally, the plug slipped inside her, settling in her rectum as her hole clenched around the stem.
"Thiiiiit," she cried, as her eyes popped open.
"Are you OK?" he asked. She hesitated a moment, then nodded her head while keeping her eyes on his. Ensuring the plug was secure, he pressed his thumb against the crystal head, forcing it deeper by several millimeters. Vicki vale's hips leaned away from him, but he grabbed her. As she resisted, he slapped her ass - hard. Her body jumped and she tried to scream.
"Turn over," he ordered, when her body relaxed. As she complied, Suerman stepped off the bed and knelt on the floor. He forced her knees apart, slid his hands under her ass, and then pulled her to him. Locating the vibrator, he again activated its motor. Placing the toy on the crack of her ass, he slowly manipulated it until it made contact with the head of the butt plug. Vicki vale's body stiffened as if struck by a bolt of lightening as vibrations rumbled through the steel and into her entire body.
Suerman looked into her eyes as he lowered his face toward her. His tongue extended and touched her lips. She tried to speak, but once more the gag rendered her words incoherent. He licked her slowly, trying to control himself. She began to whisper the same thing over and over.
"Mmmm, hmmm." she moanamed. Her hips began to gyrate, and he thrust his tongue inside her as he fought to keep the vibe on the crystal. He continued this effort for another minute, then his mouth drifted upward to her clit. Taking it between his lips, he flicked it with his tongue. Moving the toy to where his mouth had just been, he let it slide into her pussy. Her thighs quivered and he glanced up her body. Vicki vale's face was twisted into a beautiful grimace. Without delay, he intensified his attack on her bud, lapping at her roughly as he fucked her with the vibrator.
She tried to ride his face, draping her legs over his shoulders, and grinding her hips into him. The short murmurs of pleasure melted into a long moan. Looking at her, he saw her eyes were shut tightly, and her head shook from side to side. He could feel the tremors running through her body and realized she was trying not to cum. Suerman hadn't given her permission, and she did not want to defy him. This only made him double his efforts, wanting to see how long she could hold out before she came.
It pleased him that it took only another minute. Her body bucked against him. Suerman fought to keep his mouth on her clit as yet another orgasm exploded through her senses and her ass lifted off the bed. He stayed with her, his movements diminishing as he tried to support her. Her body gradually went limp and her cheeks slowly sank to the comforter.
Letting the vibe slip from her wetness, he shut it off, and tossed it aside. He kissed his way up her body. As his lips nuzzled her collarbone, his hands slipped behind her neck to unsnap the ball gag.
"I'm sorry, I came without your permission," she stammered as soon as he removed it.
"Shhhh," he said, before kissing her, letting her taste herself on his mouth. She kissed him back, pushing her tongue against his. They stayed like that for more than a minute, Vicki vale is fighting for air, each breathing in the other.
"Are you ready for more?" Suerman asked, parting their lips.
"Yes, Clark," she mewed. He slapped her face lightly.
"I told you not to call me Clark," he said.
"I'm sorry master." she said, a grin spreading across her lips.
"You're a naughty girl," he said.
She nodded at him, he knows she is independent woman, she love fucking independent bitches.
"Bad girls get punished, don't they?" she asked. His right hand came up to her neck. She gasped as he seized her, squeezing hard enough to cut off her breath. At the same time, he pulled her up to a sitting position - which served to press the butt plug into her ass.
"That's right," man of steel growled, as her mouth opened in a faint moan. "They do."
He held her there motionless, waiting. Initially, she didn't react, but suddenly realized he wasn't letting go, and her eyes went wide in panic. Her mouth opened and she tried to speak as she tried to wrest herself from his grasp - her efforts only making the plug jiggle inside her.
"What?" he asked, rhetorically. "I can't hear you."
"Pleeeeease," she croaked.
"Please, what?" he asked,releasing his grip by a fraction of an inch. She inhaled deeply before replying.
"Can I make you cum, master?" she asked. He looked at for a long moment, both surprised and pleased by the question.
"I don't know," he replied, sarcastically. "Can you?"
"I'd like to try," she shoved her down to the bed roughly, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her stomach. She looked back at him, curious to know what he'd do next. Leaving the bed, he walked to the nightstand. His back to her.
When he turned toward her, her eyes traced over his body and settled on his cock. Before returning to her, he scooped up the keys to the handcuffs binding her wrists.
"Lift your ass, again, slut," he commanded. As she complied she lifted her app towards him, he climbed on the bed, positioning himself behind her. His cock poked the cheeks of her ass and she pushed back toward him, again looking at him over her shoulder. His fingers traveled over the skin of her hips, then her back, until reaching her wrists. He quickly unlocked the cuffs, removed them, and dropped the love bracelets and keys to the floor.
Vicki vale's hands fell to the bed and she began massaging the red marks around her wrists. As he watched her, Suerman took his mighty cock in his right hand and stroked himself, brushing the head over her clit as he did so. She gasped loudly as he pressed his left thumb against the crystal head of the butt plug.
"I need it, master, please" she said, putting her hands flat on the bed and pushing her upper body into the air. "Please don't tease me anymore."
She couldn't take anymore tearing, For a moment, he considered punishing her for her greediness. But, he could feel his self-control slipping. In truth, after the events at the club and now in the hotel room, he needed to fuck her just as much as she needed him to fuck her - his desire would not wait another minute.
Her slick lips parted as he gently nudged the tip of his cock into her. Both of emitted long sighs. He looked in her eyes and she nodded her head, indicating her readiness. Suerman gently advanced another inch, waited a moment, then pulled back. He repeated this action several times, going deeper each time, working his length into her slowly, as she lubricated him with her juices.
As he buried himself inside her, he put his hands on her hips, his fingers pressing into her torrid flesh. Her warm wetness enveloped him and clouded his brain with lust. For a few moments, he remained still, enjoying the sensation of her tight vaginal muscles flexing around him. He began twisting his hips slightly left and right, shifting his cock inside her.
When he could no longer stand the torture he was inflicting on them both, he retreated a few inches, and then thrust forward deliberately as he pulled her back toward him. His hip bones made contact with her cheeks and they both gasped at the pleasure of him filling her. Without hesitating, they continued, moving together steadily.
For several minutes, Suerman struggled to keep her - and himself - from going too fast. As she panted, trying to catch her breath, he allowed his length to slide in and out, from tip to balls. Each time he entered her, Vicki vale pushed herself back onto him.
"More," she begged. She added a belated "please" just before Superman delivered a blow to her right ass cheek. She screamed and her body lunged forward.
"You're a slow learner, don't worry, but you will learn" he growled as she glared back at him. Superman grabbed her left shoulder for better leverage. He delivered another blow to her skin and she clenched, nearly crushing him inside her. Increasing his speed, he roughly forced himself into her.
"Oh, God, yes," she sobbed. They were both sweating, and her body began to pulsate as he drove into her.
"I need to cum, master," she cried. "Please, may I?"
He smiled.
"Good girl," he whispered, as his balls slapped against her clit.
"Please," she repeated urgently.
"Cum for me, slut," he replied, quietly.
"Yessss," she hissed. Only a few seconds later, her cunt constricted around his shaft and she convulsed against him.
"Fuck, yes, master, I'm cumming," she cried, telling him nothing her body hadn't already revealed. She struggled to look back at him as she came, but then her arms bent and her torso collapsed to the bed.
"Yes," she said, weakly. Holding her tightly, he kept himself inside her as the waves of pleasure washed over her. The redhead reporter's right hand reached back, searching for his. Releasing her hip, he took her hand, and she squeezed his fingers until her orgasm had run its course. As Vicki vale relaxed, she released his hand and flattened out, belly down on the bed.
She gasped as his big cock left her, feeling the empty without his big cock. Superman looked down at the spent figure spread before him. Reaching out, he ran his fingertips over her wetness.
"Shit," she wailed. Vicki vale rolled onto her right side as her body involuntarily doubled over.
"Please, no," she pleaded. He raised his right hand and leaned over, seeking the flesh of her ass.
"I'm sorry," she squealed. "I just need a minute."
Rather than spank her again, he poked his fingers between her legs, sliding past her damp thighs before she could close them.
"Fuck, Superman," she cried, futilely trying to free herself of his carnal assault. He rubbed Vicki vale's clit as she squirmed. She tried to speak - desperate for permission to cum - but couldn't gain enough breath to form the words. It took less than a minute for her to reach orgasm again. Before she stopped shaking, Superman gently rolled her onto her back, then grabbed a pillow, and slid it under her head. He lay down on the bed, at her right side.
"You are not a nice man," she said, in mock defiance.
"I'm not," he agreed, pushing her legs apart. Her eyes closed as his fingers traced over her tattoo.
"You haven't cum yet," she observed a minute later, she really admire his stamina.
"No," he answered.
"I want you to," she said, sounding as if she were certain the statement would earn her more punishment.
"You do?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, opening her eyes to look into his.
"So, you think you're in charge now?" he asked.
"No, I just..." she said, before he cut off her words.
"Always a greedy girl," he said.
Remaining silent, she nodded slowly.
"Is it greedy to want you to cum after you've made me cum so many times?" she asked, meekly.
"Are you trying to be logical, Vicki vale?" Superman asked gave her smile.
"I don't..." she began. "I..."
His right hand flew to her chin, and turned her face to his.
"Maybe I haven't made you cum enough," he growled, "if you can still be logical."
He forced her down and slipped on top of her, positioning himself between her legs. She tried to resist, but he grabbed her wrists, dragging them over her head, and pinning them to the bed. Holding her in place, he teased her with the head of his cock.
"Now, tell me what you want," he said, sternly.
"I want more," she groaned.
Controlling both wrists with his left hand, he used his right to slap her left nipple. She shrieked in pain as her body contorted under his.
"Tell me," he ordered.
"I want you to fuck me hard," she hissed.
"Beg me," he responded.
"Please master," she whispered. "Ram that dick in me. Make me cum again."
Adjusting his hips, he slid the length of his shaft along her clit. Her body stiffened under him.
"Do you want to cum in me?," she asked, when she recovered. He stopped and looked into her eyes. She sensed his hesitation.
"I know that's why you didn't want to fuck me at the club," she purred. "Or, in the shower."
Superman's brain was being swamped by a tidal wave of pleasure, and somewhere in that overheated gray matter, he knew better. Her right hand twisted free of his grip and slid down between their bodies. Wrapping her fingers around the bottom of his shaft, she carefully removed the latex. She held it up for him to see, then blindly tossed it toward the edge of the bed.
"It's OK, I'm on the pill," she assured him. "And, you can shoot it wherever you want, baby."
She froze for a moment, not knowing if he would allow her such an endearment.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked, again facing her. Raising her face to his, she kissed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly. Lips opened and tongues danced as he awkwardly reached down to guide himself to her pussy. The tip of his cock brushed the outside of her wet pussy for a moment, then he shoved half his length into her.
Their mouths parted and she cried out as her fingernails clawed at the skin of his back. He lowered himself on her, pressing her into the bed. Her knees came up as he pulled back an inch, and then buried his cock in her, his balls slapping against the crystal head of the plug still in her ass.
"Oh, Jesus, yes," she screamed, digging her heels into his butt cheeks. Superman didn't wait for further encouragement. He slammed himself into her, mashing his mouth against hers as he did so. They moaned, fighting for breath, unwilling to break the kiss. Slipping his arms under her, he increased the speed and force of his advances.
"Yes, more," she demanded, her head tilting back. They moved together wildly, each desperate for the other. For a few minutes - or perhaps 20; time had ceased to have any meaning - they found the rhythm; that magical perfect mutual motion when every one of his thrusts met her as her ass bounced off the bed from the last. A sharp grunt escaped Vicki vale's throat each time he entered her.
"Is this what you want?" he demanded. "You want me to fuck you hard?"
"Give it to me, master," she pleaded, trying to hold him as their bodies moved. He felt the familiar ache growing in his ball, the tightness in his lower belly. He'd been restraining himself since she'd walked in the door, denying himself in order to please her. But, teasing her had taken its toll on him, and knew he couldn't last much longer. Vicki vale didn't. She came with little warning. Her cunt constricted around him and her body convulsed violently. Superman continued fucking her, even as he fought to hold back, wanting to extend her orgasm. She purred his name in his ear, pushing him over the edge.
"i am cumming," he leaned to the left, allowing his cock to slip from her. At the same time, he pulled his right hand from under her and grabbed the shaft, giving it several hard, fast strokes before a long stream of cum erupted from him. It landed on her lower belly, partially covering her tattoo. As his body bucked atop hers, he struggled to keep himself aimed at that spot.
The kryptonian fired again and again, and any thought of deliberately hitting a particular spot vanished; his only desire now to remain forever in the bliss flooding his brain. In the dying throes of her latest orgasm, Vicki vale embraced him. Pulling him back to her, she kissed his mouth. Semen continued to dribble from his penis, now trapped between their bodies, and he maneuvered his hips to let his shrinking shaft slide over her sticky skin.
For several minutes, they lay together, delighting in the aftershocks of pleasure running through them. The two kissed, murmured quietly, and let their fingers explore each others hot skin.
"Should I get a towel?" Vicki vale asked, finally.
"Only if you can crawl out from under me," he said, not entirely kidding.
"I don't think that's possible," she laughed. They talked and kissed for another minute.
"I wasn't sure what I could call you," she said. "You didn't mind, do you master?'"
"You can call me anything you want," he said. "Except Clark; master; mister; boss, or anything like that."
"Hmmm, what about daddy?" she teased. "Or, papi?"
He stared at her, frowning. She giggled as she remained trapped beneath him.
"I think you can add those to the list, smart ass," he minute passed before Superman groaned and rolled off her. Crawling off the bed, he stood, and retrieved the towel he'd earlier thrown into the bathroom. Returning, he gently cleaned her, carefully wiping away the cum he'd initially deposited on her belly, and then smeared around as their senses slowly returned to reality. After mopping off himself, he dropped the towel to the floor beside the bed, and asked if she'd like to get under the blankets.
"Can I take this thing out of my butt first?" she asked, rotating her hips and pointing at the plug. He couldn't help but smile.
"If you wish," he , she inched her way to the edge, and eased herself off the bed. She shuffled, awkwardly, toward the bathroom.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "You're walking like you've got a stick up your..."
Vicki vale turned and gave him a look that cut off his statement.
"Just kidding," he said. "Do you need my help?"
As she turned to continue, she gave him the "come here" sign with her finger. Superman followed, retrieving the robe she'd been wearing. Entering the bathroom, he found her examining herself in the mirror. She'd put on her glasses and once more pulled her hair back using the scrunchy. He held out the robe and she slipped into it.
"You are absolutely beautiful," he whispered.
"My hair is a disaster," she objected.
"We'll have to brush it again," he observed, with a smile.
"I don't know if that'll help," she lamented. He shook his head as he walked to the toilet. Putting the lid down, he sat.
"Come here and bend over," he directed. Vicki vale moved closer, turned, and bent over the counter. Superman reached out and flipped the bottom of the robe onto her lower back.
"Christ, that is a work of art," Superman said, taking a moment to admire the view of her bare ass. "Michelangelo couldn't have sculpted an ass this fine."
She looked back at him over her shoulder. Her expression let him know he should get on with it. Placing his right hand on the small of her back, his left slid up between her legs. She stiffened as he took hold of the crystal head of the butt plug. Vicki vale tried to relax and keep her breathing even as, over the course of a minute, he rotated the plug and carefully removed it. He washed up and returned to the bedroom. When she emerged, he pulled down the blankets and she crawled into bed. She placed her glasses on the nightstand and lay on her right side, facing the window. Superman snuggled behind her, his body spooning hers. Slipping his left hand between her arm and body, he hugged her to him.
"Are you OK?" he asked, softly.
"I think so," she said.
"Think?" he questioned. "Did I hurt you?"
"But," she continued, "this was so different."
"How?" he prodded, gently.
"I don't know," she admitted. "It was like you were doing it for me, instead of to me."
"You're a very smart and one of the sexiest woman i know," he said, she blushed.
"Don't tease me," she said, trying to pull away.
"I'm not, Vicki," he said, clutching her tighter. She resisted for a moment, then relented. He kissed the back of her neck, pushing his tongue against her skin. He gently bit her, and she jumped.
"The difference, Vicki," he said, "is that once you came the first time, you realized I'm just as interested in your pleasure as in my own. Your whole body relaxed, even as you stood naked in the that hotel, and you surrendered yourself to me."
"When you didn't want to fuck me, I was worried," she said. "I thought maybe I didn't turn you on enough to make you cum."
"Silly girl," he chided, he cumed lot on that day, he gently. "I wouldn't be here if you didn't excite me."
"I got a little self-conscious," she admitted, without reacting to his attempt at humor.
"It was our first time," he reminded her. "I had to teach you that giving up control would be a good thing. In the future, there may be times when I cum in five minutes, and don't let you cum at all."
"I hope not," she objected.
Vicki vale remained silent for nearly a minute.
"So, what did I learn when I came the ninth time?" she asked with a short laugh.
"I think by that time, you believed what I told you," he said. "That I love making a woman cum...almost as much as cumming myself."
"I certainly believe you now," she said.
"Good girl," he whispered.
"I've never cum so many times," she purred. "I lost count. Some of them blended together."
"Submission and trust can lead to pleasure," he said. "For both of us."
"I think I understand," she said.
"So, you're OK?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered. "As long as I don't have to walk anytime soon."
He smiled and again moved his lips to the back of her neck.
"Are you going to put this in one of your stories?" she asked after a few moments.
"Probably," he allowed. "At some point at least part of it will find its way into my work. But, I won't use your real name."
"I know," she said. "I was just wondering because you claim your stories are based on true events."
He laughed softly.
"Well, I'm not exactly the Tolkien of fuck stories," he said. "But, I have a vivid imagination, maybe i should write new story. I use a combination of real events and fantasies."
They lay quietly for several more minutes, letting their breathing return to normal. Finally, fearing she would fall asleep without knowing, she spoke.
"At the hotel you said I'm yours now," she whispered, without turning her head.
"I did," he agreed.
"Am I?" she asked.
"Do you want to be?" he asked in return.
"Yes," she answered. His arm still around her.
A/N Hai guys reviews are welcome.