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Edit: Also tag suggestions. I forgot tag suggestions. Tags for the Tag God.

Edited because I forgot some rather important details and noticed a repeated formatting mistake.", "writing": "[u][center]First Impressions[/center][/u]\n\n``Come on! How are we supposed to get a good shot from out here?''\n\nThe labrador reporter tapped her foot as the young photographer glared at her. Normally he would be happy to lend a hand to a woman with such lustrous black fur, striking purple eyes, and that fit, trim physique, but this was simply a bridge too far. ``If we get too close to that bank, we might be the ones getting shot!''\n\nThe reporter rolled her eyes. ``And how do you know they have guns? You won't even peek around the corner!''\n\nThe photographer was packing his camera back up. ``They don't rob banks with plungers, lady. I didn't sign up for this.''\n\nThe reporter scoffed. ``What did you think you were signing up for? Getting paid to watch football and shill for whatever celebrities are the hot new thing this week? The Daily Planet doesn't print last week's `news' like it's still new; our job is a public service! What if one of the robbers escapes? We get a clean shot of his ugly mug on tomorrow's front page, and he won't be able to buy a candy bar without the cops hearing about it!''\n\n``Then why don't you go and ask him for an autograph---without me!'' The younger iguana practically tossed the camera at her, forcing her to reel back. ``I quit!''\n\nThe reporter sputtered as she watched him walk around the corner, and away from the bank. ``I don't believe... Fine then! This story's all mine! I can take all the credit for myself! I don't need you! I don't need anybody! I'll just...''\n\nIt was around this time that she realized she didn't have enough hands to snap pictures and write notes at the same time.\n\n``...figure something out.''\n\nThe reporter squared her shoulders. This was fine. Mental notes were a thing. She could take mental notes! She just needed to remember important details, and to take relevant photos, in an extremely fast-paced work environment, that may or may not have bullets flying around it...\n\nShe was slightly less square by the time she peeked around the corner; as expected, there was still a semicircle of police vehicles surrounding the bank's main entrance. Also as expected, they seemed too focused on the front entrance to notice the young reporter watching them from a few blocks away.\n\nShe decided to take the long way around, keeping a discreet distance from the stand off but listening intently for any sign of commotion. After a painfully long detour around the back, she confirmed her suspicions: the back end of the bank, with no obvious ways in or out, wasn't anywhere near as well guarded. There was only a single squad car patrolling a loose perimeter around the bank---`just in case,' presumably. She waited for it to pass before making her move.\n\nBehind the bank was an alley, cut off from the main entrance by a tall fence and lacking any visible backdoor into the bank. The only noteworthy `feature' of the alley was a large black car, almost a van, backed in near the alley's entrance; she reckoned the spot was decent `free parking' for anyone with Olympic-level reverse parking skills. She doubted it belonged to anyone involved in the bank standoff, since they'd need to jump a fence to reach it; at the very least it wouldn't be doing the robbers much good all the way back here.\n\nSomething that did catch her interest were a few small windows set into the bank's brick walls, just above her eye level. They were probably more aesthetic than functional, since there wasn't much to see from inside but a brick wall, but at least they let in a little light---and let curious reporters sneak a peek from the back alley, if they stood on their tiptoes.\n\nDoing just that, she quickly peered over the edge before ducking back behind the windowsill; she could see maybe a half dozen men in ski masks (how original), as well as a smaller handful of employees in blue teller uniforms. A second peek confirmed that at least two of the robbers were more interested in the mostly-female tellers than they were in the vault. One was brazenly unbuttoning a teller's shirt while another was lifting a blue skirt to reveal the white panties underneath; from the looks of things, the tellers didn't intend to offer much resistance to the `search.'\n\nLifting the camera above her head to snap a few photos was easier than standing on her tiptoes, though she honestly had no idea where she was aiming. She hoped a few extra photos would make up the difference, tilting the camera this way and that to get as many angles as possible. She also made sure to jot down a few notes between shots, though there wasn't much worth writing yet. If she wanted a story worth putting her name on, she'd need to get a better look...\n\nThe next time she peeked over the windowsill, things started getting... [i]weird.[/i] At first the only change she noticed was one of the men gesturing at the two robbers who were `preoccupied' with the tellers and mouthing something she couldn't hear until they took their hands off; nothing too surprising.\n\nBut then another robber seemed to freak out and point at one of the windows; not the one she was peeking through, thankfully. She couldn't see what he was pointing at from her vantage, but soon spotted something unusual out of the corner of her eye: a large shape flying past the windows of the opposite wall. She almost swore she saw a long face, with a distinct muzzle, but it was moving much too fast and high to be a person.\n\nThen, with no warning, one of the robbers suddenly dropped his gun, shaking his hand like he'd just been stung by a bee. A second robber raised his gun as if to aim at something she couldn't see before doing the same, both of them backing away from the windows and shouting loud enough for her to hear muffled voices through the wall.\n\nAnd then something very strange happened.\n\nThe front doors of the bank, which she could barely see, suddenly burst open, and something---or rather, someone---came rushing through them. He was moving too fast for her to see anything more than a blur of blue and red as the robbers starting reaching for their weapons. Most of them had barely gotten their hands on their guns by the time the vaguely anthropomorphic figure was on top of them.\n\nBoth of the robbers who had been molesting the tellers, who had barely moved away from their hostages, suddenly hit the ground clutching their heads. Two of the other robbers, whose guns were holstered prior to the interruption, managed to draw their pistols and aim at their assailant; one gun was sent flying before its owner could pull the trigger, but there was a loud bang as the other robber managed to get off a single shot---right before a big violet comet hit him square in the chest. Apparently the robber missed, since his assailant seemed unaffected.\n\nWhile his `friends' were busy being beaten silly, one of the remaining robbers pulled something from the large bag around his waist. It was a small plastic cylinder, just big enough to fit in the palm of his hand, with a red button on top. It looks kind of like...\n\nThe reporter accidentally bit her tongue as the wall she was leaning on suddenly shook with enough force to knock her flat on her back. Fortunately that was the worst she suffered, as she was a (reasonably) safe distance from the part of the wall that just exploded. She even managed to be more concerned about the camera's safety than her own for a few seconds, before realizing that the bank now had a fancy new rear exit, a little over a dozen feet away from where she was sitting...\n\nShe tried to scramble to her feet and sprint from the alley as quickly as possible, almost running face-first into the big black vehicle she forgot was parked in the entrance. She had enough space to slip past, fortunately, but could also hear shouting and shooting not far behind.\n\nShe glanced over her shoulder just long enough to see two of the robbers climbing through the hole they just made, one spraying bullets wildly behind him before they both started sprinting for the car. She hoped they hadn't noticed her by the time she made it around the corner, or at the very least were too preoccupied with running from whatever was chasing them to pay any attention to her.\n\nShe wound up getting her wish as they started up the car and hit the gas, swerving out of the alley... and straight towards her. For a brief moment she cursed herself for not being more careful what she wished for, before wryly reminding herself that this was probably the last time she'd ever make that mistake.\n\nAnd then something even stranger happened.\n\nShe saw something big and blue out of the corner of her eye before hearing the car behind her screech to a sudden and violent stop. She stumbled to a halt and turned around to see what it was stuck on, only for her dainty jaw to drop in shock.\n\nStanding directly between her and the previously [i]quite[/i] mobile automobile was a tall, broad-shouldered man in a red cape, specifically a white dog (what breed, she couldn't say), wrestling with the front bumper with both hands. That would have no effect on the vehicle, of course---except she could clearly see his fingers digging into the metal, and as she watched he simply tore the entire hood off with one hand before doing the same to the car's engine.\n\nHe dropped one on either side before casually reaching under the carriage and picking the whole vehicle up with both robbers still inside, turning the would-be getaway vehicle on its side and leaning it against the wall so the now rather jostled robbers were effectively trapped, at least for the moment.\n\nAnd then the strangest thing of all happened.\n\nThe impossibly strong man turned around and asked: ``Are you alright, ma'am?''\n\nThere she was, staring with her mouth agape while a man who just stopped a bank robbery and tore a hearse open with his bare hands was stopping to ask if she was okay. At this point she was thoroughly convinced that she must be hallucinating. Or perhaps the car already hit her and she was now in heaven, having her first meeting with an angel. A big, buff angel in a blue bodysuit that rescued damsels in distress from bank robbers.\n\nShe could think of worse rewards for a good woman.\n\n``Nothing worse than a few bruises, I think---getting knocked on my ass was the worst thing to happen to me today.'' Well, getting ditched by her photographer was probably the worst thing to happen to her today, but he didn't need to know about that part. ``You, uh, just going to leave those other guys inside?'' She pointed to the bank behind him.\n\nThe enormous man turned to glance over his shoulder. ``I wouldn't worry about them; the police followed me through the front door. All they need to do now is finish rounding up the robbers and make sure everyone's safe so they can pick up these two.'' He gestured at the sideways car.\n\nThen he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. ``Although, they might be a while; some of the hostages they rescued are feeling rather... [i]appreciative.''[/i]\n\nThe reporter nodded sagely. ``Yeah, I'm not surprised they want to jump straight into it; some of those thugs were really working 'em over before you arrived.'' She stared at the noticeably-not-transparent walls for a split second before her brow furrowed. ``Wait, how do you know they already got started? Did the girls really look that frisky?''\n\nThe man held up his hands bashfully. ``Ah, actually, I...'' He glanced to the side hesitantly. ``Well, suffice it to say that I can do a few things that most people can't.''\n\nThe reporter raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to glance around him at the rather large vehicle currently resting against the wall. ``You don't say?''\n\nHe rubbed the back of his neck again, though he looked more nervous this time. ``Yes, well... it's a long story.''\n\nShe leaned in conspiratorially. ``I have time; in fact, the Daily Planet would love to get a full interview, if you're willing and able... and I'd love an excuse to spend a little more time with you.'' She reached out to trace a finger along the big, red `S' on his chest, enjoying the rock-hard abs hidden under his suit.\n\nThe man looked surprised when she mentioned the Planet; he probably wasn't expecting her to be a reporter. ``Well, I don't think I can stick around too long, but I'd be happy to schedule something for later---say, tomorrow night? Though I'd prefer if we met somewhere a bit more... [i]quiet,[/i] if that's not too much to ask.''\n\nShe frowned; this was the kind of interview she'd want to do in a proper studio, with cameras and everything, but there was no way she could let such a golden opportunity slip through her fingers. ``Deal. But I don't want you blabbing to any other papers before then, no matter how pretty their reporters are.''\n\nHe held out his hand to her, smiling warmly. ``I think I can manage that.''\n\nShe appreciated the strength of his grip and smiled as they shook on it. ``Ah, good! I wasn't sure what I was going to do to convince you if you said no, seeing as I already owe you a thank you blowjob.''\n\nHe seemed taken aback for a moment, waving his free hand politely. ``Oh no, that won't be-''\n\nHe was cut off as she yanked herself into his unyielding abs, pressing her entire body against his. ``You shouldn't leave a girl high and horny after a rescue like that. It's only natural for a damsel in distress to give her savior a full-throated thank you... and to yearn for a hero's cock inside her.''\n\nFor reasons he couldn't quite explain, he had a hard time seeing anything besides the striking purple eyes staring up at him, longingly. ``Well, when you put it like that...''\n\nShe grinned mischievously as she slowly slid down his chest. ``Don't worry big boy---I promise I'll enjoy this almost as much as you will.'' He watched the top of her head sink lower and lower until she was kneeling at his feet, grinning up at him. ``Now let's get these trunks off!'' She reached for the thick yellow belt around his waist, unbuckling it and slipping it off with practiced movements. ``Let's see what I'm working wi-''\n\n`Seeing what she was working with' turned out to be just about the only thing that could shut her up at that moment; she found it a lot harder to be witty after having the biggest dick she'd ever seen dropped on her face.\n\n``Uh, are you okay?'' The man lifted the fucking log he called a penis off her face in genuine concern as she stared cross-eyed at a dick that would put most porn stars to shame. Length, width, it didn't matter; that monster could probably beat every other dick she'd ever handled by both metrics, large enough that she was almost concerned it wouldn't fit. But she was nothing if not an honest women; she'd promised this man a full-throated thank you, and by God was she going to give him one!\n\n``Oh, I'm fine, but why didn't you warn me you had an actual third leg! Where do you even hide this thing?'' She was trying to sound annoyed to hide her concern as she started stroking his shaft, getting a feel for his weight; she was honestly a bit worried she would get cold feet if she admitted how nervous she was after seeing what she had agreed to choke on. On the other hand, the thought of attempting to deepthroat suck a massive dick was also getting her a little excited, especially after that [i]impressive[/i] rescue.\n\n``Well, I get a lot of practice...'' He shifted around a bit so she had a little more room, something she definitely appreciated, though she wished he'd take his hand off his own dong for a few moments; it felt like he was worried she couldn't handle his dick, which stung her feminine pride a little, valid though his concerns may have been. She was pretty sure his mind would be put at ease once she started putting her mouth to good use, and sure enough, he grunted appreciatively and loosened his grip as soon as she wrapped her lips around his dick.\n\nIt felt every bit as big as it looked, and she made sure to pull back for a big breath before trying to work her way down the shaft properly. It was slow going; while she had never had many issues with length, enough girth made the whole process considerably more difficult. She was too focused on the task at hand (or mouth, in this case) to keep track of how long it took her, but she had to pull back for air multiple times on the way down.\n\nShe didn't let herself be deterred, though; on the contrary, each ragged breath only fanned the flame in her chest. Every time she was forced to pull his cock from her throat, gasping for air and resting his dick on her shoulder, she looked up to see her savior wearing an expression of simple, tranquil bliss. If she had a mirror, it would have contrasted perfectly with her own disheveled, slightly tear-stained face; she might be mistaken for a common street whore sucking an unusually fat cock if not for the burning passion in her eyes.\n\nShe inhaled deeply once more, as deep as she ever had, and dived down on his cock again. She forced herself to take him deeper than ever before---bob by bob, inch by girthy inch---until she finally felt what she was searching for: a dense, hairy wall preventing her from sliding her lips any farther down.\n\nHer lungs were burning, but if she could make an expression around the fat cock packing her lips at that moment, it would have been a satisfied grin. She squeezed her lips as tight as she could, kissing the base of his cock hard enough to leave a dark-purple lipstick ring before pushing herself off so hard that she nearly tipped over. Coughing sporadically and wiping the tears from her face, she looked up at her savior triumphantly.\n\nLeaning slightly forward, he admired the rich purple ring she'd left at the bottom of his cock, his entire shaft now dyed with the proof of her gratitude. ``Wow. I haven't met many girls who can actually deepthroat the whole thing like that!'' He sighed in contentment and closed his eyes, a wistful look on his face. ``Where'd you learn to give head like that?''\n\nShe giggled, before suppressing one last cough. ``That's the secret: every girl can deepthroat any guy she wants, it's just a question of how much she wants to.'' Somewhat recovered, she resumed stroking his shaft with one hand, slipping the other under her own skirt. ``But kissing the base of your cock was just a matter of principal; now I can focus on thanking you properly!''\n\nAnd so she resumed blowing him, no longer worrying as much about depth as she bobbed her head up and down and vigorously fingered herself. She had honored her word, and left ample evidence of her gratitude for any other sluts looking to get a taste of her savior's dick; now she was purely concerned with bringing her rescuer, and herself, as much pleasure as possible.\n\nShe must have been quite successful, as he soon grabbed the back of her head and guided her lips back down his shaft. He was surprisingly gentle, but firm, and she was soon choking down the full length of his impressive manhood again. She even managed to kiss her own lipstick ring a few times as he fucked her throat, letting her come back up for air every minute or so only to force her to swallow his cock again a few seconds later.\n\nNeedless to say, she came quickly and strongly, ruining her underwear in the process and freeing up both hands to brace herself against his immovable thighs, as hard and strong as steel. She no longer even attempted to use any sort of technique to get him off, simply allowing him to use her mouth as a sex toy, patiently waiting for the inevitable. Finally feeling the torrent of jizz flowing straight down her throat was one of the most satisfying moments of her life.\n\nShe reeled back as soon as he loosened the grip on her head, gasping for air like never before. He looked like he just had all the weight in the world lifted off his shoulders; it certainly felt like it, with how much he'd cum. A part of her wondered if he was emptying his balls regularly, like any healthy young man should. She was still so shaky from the face-fucking that she barely registered when he spoke again.\n\n``Are you alright, miss?''\n\nShe stumbled to her feet, wiping her face with her sleeve without a care for what it was doing to her purple business top. Eventually she was able to make bleary eye contact with the man she'd just blown---a man she still didn't even know the name of. ``Oh, don't worry about me; I've walked off worse in the last week. Give me a few minutes to get my feet under me, and I'm sure I can convince one of those fine boys in blue to give me a ride. Though I might have to give him a little ride first...'' She leaned into his chest, pretending she needed the support.\n\n``But thanks.'' She smiled as she looked into his bright blue eyes. ``Lois Lane, by the way.''\n\nHe smiled back, more broadly this time, reaching around her waist to properly hold her for the first time. ``Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lois.''\n\nShe giggled, enjoying his strong arms. ``Well you certainly seemed pleased to get acquainted with my throat.''\n\n``Do you ever stop?'' he asked, melodramatically rolling his eyes.\n\nShe grinned and stood on her tiptoes to whisper into his ear: ``Only when I'm choking on a fat cock.''\n\nShe jumped in surprise and giggled uncontrollably when she felt the firm slap on her ass. ``Down, girl! We haven't even been on a proper date yet.''\n\nShe suddenly stopped giggling and looked him in the eye. ``Are you offering?''\n\nHis grin faltered as he gently pushed her away. ``Well, I did promise you an interview...''\n\nShe started. ``Ah. Of course. The interview...'' Then, as if by magic, her animated demeanor returned. ``We still haven't decided on a time. Let me just grab my notebook...''\n\n``Actually, I can find you, assuming you won't be too busy.'' He rubbed his shoulder, suddenly unwilling to make eye contact.\n\nShe frowned for a split second before her grim detachment returned. ``'Things that most people can't,' eh? Will I have to wait until the interview to get an explanation for how you can do that without spying on me? Or should I assume you'll be as forthcoming about that as you are with your name?''\n\nHe looked taken aback. ``You-?''\n\n``Noticed?'' She rolled her eyes when he nodded dumbly. ``I'm a reporter, big guy; `noticing' is my job. But more importantly: I'm a woman. Most of the time I'll know a guy's address, phone number, and favorite position before I can manage to fit my name into the conversation---and not necessarily in that order.'' She cocked an eyebrow. ``You got something to hide, Mr. Perfect?''\n\nHe winced a little. ``No. Well, yes. Look, just don't call me that. Please.''\n\nHer eyebrow rose even higher. ``Why not? And what should I call you, anyway?''\n\nHe held up his hands defensively. ``I don't know, just not... [i]that.[/i]\" He then tilted his head thoughtfully. ``Well, I guess you could call me Kal-El.''\n\nShe frowned again. ``Kalel? What kind of name is that?''\n\n``No, no.'' He gently corrected her. ``Kal. El. You've got to say it as two separate words. I'd explain more but... we should probably save it for the interview.''\n\nShe sighed, her shoulders finally falling. ``Yeah, we seem to be saving a lot for that interview...'' She straightened her back again. ``Well, I shouldn't keep you, since you're such a busy man.'' She tried to straighten out her clothes a little, before quickly giving up on looking presentable. ``I've got places to be, myself. See you for that interview, Mr. Big Shot.''\n\nHe opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again. Eventually he settled on a simple ``You too'' before raising his fists into the air, followed swiftly by his feet; his entire body rose off the ground and into the sky, as if by magic. Lois watched him disappear over the rooftops, still shocked to see a man fly after everything that had happened in the last half-hour. She wouldn't have believed it herself, had she not seen it with her own eyes.\n\n[i]...Wait.[/i]\n\n``I forgot the camera!''\n\n\n\n[center][b][i]-----[/i][/b][/center]\n\n\n\nNo one paid much mind to the messy woman barreling through the Daily Planet; a slightly-sticky Lois Lane bending her high heels by kicking in the doors of the Editor-in-Chief's office while shouting something about a new violent gang or corporate conspiracy was only really surprising the first few times around. A few had to duck out of her path or wait for her to pass before going about their own business, and occasionally a female coworker would point out a bead of off-white liquid she had missed on the way in, but most spared the wild-eyed woman little more than a glance as she rushed towards the elevator... then angrily grumbled when the doors didn't immediately open at her assertive command.\n\nRather than spending the time she was forced to wait straightening her fur or reapplying her makeup she pulled out the handwritten notes she had hastily scrawled in her notebook during the taxi ride over; she started pouring over them as quickly as she could, crossing out, replacing, and occasionally inserting dozens of words onto the bent pages. By the time the elevator doors opened they were almost halfway legible, not that she had any intention of letting anyone but an editor take too close a look.\n\nShe nearly knocked over a very young and confused red fox with a camera around his neck who was waiting for the elevator doors to slide open---he must not have gotten the memo, practically tumbling out of her way as she made a beeline straight for the door marked `Editor-in-Chief.'\n\nShe didn't bother to knock before yanking the door open, waving around her stack of ink-stained paper. ``Chief, you won't believe what I just-!''\n\n``Don't call me Chief!'' a greying bulldog in a brown suit yelled before she was halfway through the door, slamming his fist onto an equally-weathered---and sturdy---mahogany desk. ``...And let me guess: some weirdo in bulletproof tights just stopped a bank robbery, right?''\n\nLois Lane's face went completely blank. ``How did you-?''\n\nPerry White gestured dismissively to one side. ``New guy beat you to it. Good thing, too, since it's just about the only excuse I'd accept for being late on his first day.''\n\nLois turned her head slowly, only then realizing that she had walked in on an ongoing conversation. Standing with his back almost against the wall was a white canine of indeterminate breed---probably a mutt, she thought---with a loose-fitting business suit and almost comically-thick glasses, though they did very little to hide the mortified look on his face; the man just about jumped out of his skin as soon as they made eye contact and started very pointedly looking everywhere she was not.\n\nLois rolled her eyes; why [i]wouldn't[/i] the biggest story of her career get stolen by some nerdy virgin that got nervous at the mere sight of a woman? ``What, did he fly here? Even if he started doing interviews right after the cops stormed the place, I came straight from the bank as soon as I- ''\n\n[i]`...finished giving the weirdo in tights a blowjob.'\n\nShit.[/i]\n\nPerry raised an eyebrow when she slapped herself on the forehead, but didn't offer any comment. After quietly reprimanding herself for her carelessness, she continued. ``Okay, so I might have been a little delayed, but unless he's hiding a spy-camera in those glasses, he'll still need my photos and notes from the robbery.''\n\nPerry raised his eyebrow even further, this time impressed. ``You mean you and Daryl actually got photos of this `bulletproof man' I've heard so much about?''\n\nLois Lane froze for a split second, and Perry White's eyes narrowed instantly. [i]``Lois...''[/i]\n\nShe only briefly considered trying to bend the truth---not that she had any chance of getting anything past the Editor-in-Chief, anyway. ``Well, Daryl might of... quit before we actually made it to the bank...''\n\nPerry sighed. ``Yeah, I reckoned it was only a matter of time. That mean you took the pictures yourself?'' He gestured to the camera still hanging from her arm. ``You sure they're usable? They're gonna have to be top-quality to convince people there's a bulletproof man in red and blue spandex running around.''\n\nLois opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again, then opened it again as her boss grew increasingly cross with her. ``Well, I'm sure we can find a good picture of the robbers...''\n\n``No.'' Was his only response.\n\nLois Lane sputtered, almost throwing herself across his desk. ``[i]No?![/i] But this... [i]superhuman hero[/i] is the most exciting thing to happen in Metropolis since-!''\n\nPerry raised his hand to silence her. ``And that's exactly why we can't publish it; who's going to see the Daily Planet as a reputable newspaper after we run a story like this without evidence? How do you know your witnesses weren't suffering from some kind of mass hysteria from all the stress, or that this wasn't all staged, or any other number of explanations?''\n\nLois grumbled, refusing to look him in the eye. ``Well, unless I imagined a beefy hunk saving my life and stuffing my lips with his thick dick...''\n\nPerry snorted at that. ``Considering how much of a whore you are? Yeah, I bet your imagination's [i]full[/i] of stuff like that...'' He firmly stood up and walked around his desk. Lois subconsciously stood at attention as he leaned back against the thick, wooden desktop, fully aware of what he was about to ask. ``But since you're so willing to take some time off to give random guys head, I'm sure you won't mind showing me and Clark here just how sure you are that there's a `superhero' running around Metropolis?''\n\nLois started a little when he gestured to the awkward man in the loose suit again. ``Him too?''\n\nPerry shrugged. ``Well, since this is his story now, I reckoned you'd want to ask him if he'd let you be his cowriter---as nicely as you can, of course.''\n\nThe awkward man---Clark, apparently---looked like he was just about ready to jump out the window as he held up both hands. ``Oh, no no no! I couldn't possibly-''\n\n``Are you a hound, or a pussy?'' Apparently his spineless attitude was almost as irritating to Perry as it was to her. ``You've got the perfect opportunity to get a fine young woman's lips around your dick, and you're gonna chicken out?''\n\nClark tugged at his collar nervously. ``Well, I just don't think I should take advantage of-''\n\nLois rolled her eyes and dropped to her knees before he could embarrass himself any further. ``Oh, just shut up and get your dick out so I can get this over with,'' she demanded, starting to undo his pants herself; she noticed that `Mr. principled' already had a rather noticeable bulge in his pants, even with how oversized they were. She also noticed that he wasn't doing much to stop her, at least until his belt was already unbuckled and she started moving to unzip his pants.\n\n``Ah, I can, uh, do that myself...'' he said nervously, awkwardly turning away from her and Perry as he reached his own hand into his pants. Lois rolled her eyes again before turning to face her boss---or, rather, his crotch.\n\nPerry White wasn't the type to wait for a girl to undo his pants for him; he grinned as she was almost slapped in the face by his thick bulldog dick. His `pride' wasn't as long as her rescuer's had been, but it was still had an impressive cut of sausage. A lesser woman might have been intimated by the thick, veiny slab of meat, but Lois had gotten quite familiar with her Editor-in-Chief's dick since she started working at the Planet---well, since she first interviewed to work at the Planet. She hoped he wasn't disappointed that she wasn't gasping at the sight of it, but she figured going down on him right away would make up for it.\n\nApparently she was correct, as he grunted appreciatively and grabbed the back of her head to rhythmically fuck her face. ``Ah, yeah... best cocksucker at the Planet...''\n\n[i]`Best cocksucker in Metropolis!'[/i] she corrected him---or would have, if her mouth wasn't full.\n\nAfter the absolute battering ram of a cock she sucked earlier, deepthroating her boss almost seemed easy, and she was determined to get his balls emptied as quickly as possible so she could get to work on her story. Thankfully Perry was the only man in the room with real experience; she doubted `Clark' was going to last more than a minute once she started working his-\n\n``Holy Hell, Clark! What are you feeding that thing?''\n\nLois just about gagged on Perry's dick when he suddenly raised his voice, releasing her head long enough for her to come up for air, sputtering. ``Holy---Warn me next time, Perry! What are you even on ab- ''\n\nAnd then she saw what he was on about.\n\nClark, nervous, awkward, boring Clark, was standing there with a veritable third-leg popping out his pants. For the second time that day, she found herself staring down one of the biggest dicks she'd ever seen; hell, it was almost as big as her rescuer's! Except where such a big dick fit perfectly on a big hero, his seemed like a cosmic joke---the least manly man imaginable, blessed with such vast manhood. She suddenly felt a little sorry for all of the men around her, any one of whom was more deserving of that impressive cunt-wrecker than him.\n\nWell, except maybe Lex. She was tempted to ask Perry to take a few pictures of her swallowing that massive cock, just so she could see the look on Luthor's face when he saw them. That and to remind him of how good she could have been to him if he wasn't such a massive prick.\n\nClark rubbed the back of his neck nervously. ``Sorry, I'm a little, uh...''\n\n``Little Nothing!'' Lois exclaimed, doing a poor job of hiding her annoyance. ``If I had seen that thing earlier, I wouldn't have agreed to suck it!''\n\n...\n\n``...so easily.''\n\n...\n\n``Shut it, Perry.''\n\nThe bulldog held up his hands, grinning ever so slightly. ``I didn't say anything.''\n\nShe huffed as she reached out to grab the thick shaft, determinedly stroking it with one hand. ``But I did agree. So how about you stop waddling in place and bring it over here so I can get this over with!'' Clark jumped slightly, almost tearing his dick out of her hand. She sighed in exasperation as she got a better grip, leaning forward to bring her lips to the bulbous head; she hoped this wasn't going to become a regular thing.\n\nMuch like the thank you blowjob she gave earlier that day, getting her lips even halfway down his dick was a challenge. Unlike the thank you blowjob she gave earlier that day, she wasn't enjoying that challenge whatsoever; she knew she had to work as much of his shaft as she could if she wanted him to get him off quickly (which she most certainly did), but she couldn't help coming up for air every minute or two.\n\nIt didn't help that Perry wasn't the kind of man who'd sit back and enjoy the show, grabbing her other wrist and guiding her hand to his shaft when he got impatient. She started jerking them both off at once, stroking their shafts in time as she turned to suck Perry's dick, then Clark's, then back to Perry again, over and over. After what felt like an hour, Perry grabbed the back of her head again, this time much more aggressively, outright shoving his cock down her throat. Only the suddenness surprised her, and she was ready and eager to swallow his entire load, finally finishing the first half of her task.\n\nClark, surprisingly enough, took a bit more work, but she still managed to empty his balls after a few minutes. She'd have to remember to ask about his sex life later; she found it hard to believe a man could build up that kind of stamina without practicing on at least a few cunts, and she was rather curious as to what convinced them to spread their legs for him in the first place.\n\nBut those questions would have to come later; right now she had more important things to focus on.\n\nShe wiped the jizz from her face---well, the fresh jizz---and rose to her feet, brushing off her skirt as casually as she could after giving her boss and coworker blowjobs. Perry was already sat behind his desk with his pants back on, casually watching her finish up, while Clark actually turned around to stuff his dick back into his pants.\n\n[i]Dork.[/i]\n\n``Well, I assume that means we have permission to get started?'' she asked Perry, turning towards the door.\n\n``You go ahead and get the prep work started. I've got a few things I wanted to go over with Clark on his first day.''\n\nLois Lane glanced back over her shoulder curiously, but decided that it wasn't her business; she had much more important things to focus on, after all. She made her exit from the Editor-in-Chief's office, practically bouncing with excitement about what may well be the biggest story of her career.\n\n\n\n[center][b][i]-----[/i][/b][/center]\n\n\n\n[i]She knew.\n\nShe had to know.\n\nHow could she not know?[/i]\n\nShe'd talked to him face-to-face two times in the same day. Hell, she'd had his distinctively large (most of the women he knew described it as `monstrous') dick in her mouth twice in one day.\n\nNot to mention how suspiciously he must've looked and acted after she'd walked in on his meeting with Mr. White; she'd told him she worked at the Daily Planet, but he wasn't prepared to bump into her again as soon as he flew to work! Wearing two layers wasn't the only reason he started sweating as soon as she walked through the door...\n\nFortunately, he'd managed to remember what his `underclothes' looked like before she got his pants around his ankles and caught a glimpse of any red and blue; he'd even managed to rub most of the purple lipstick off his junk while she was busy sucking up to Mr. White. But she was a professional reporter---there was simply no way she hadn't picked up on any of the clues just because he was dressed differently.\n\nSo why hadn't she said anything? The man she was so desperate to prove the existence of was literally standing in the same room, so why hadn't she said anything? Was she respecting his privacy? Was she worried that he'd deny her accusations in front of her---their boss?\n\n``Jesus, Clark! You look like you're about to have a heart attack.''\n\nClark Kent nearly jumped out of his clothes when he heard the Editor-in-Chief suddenly call his name; he'd been so busy panicking about Lois that he'd almost forgotten the other dog was still there.\n\n``Oh, no Chief, I just-'' He realized his mistake as soon as Mr. White's mouth turned down into a frown---well, a bigger frown. ``I mean, Mr. White, sir. I just- ''\n\n``Perry is fine.'' The graying bulldog grumbled while flipping through the stacks of paper covering his desk.\n\n``Yes. Right. Perry. It's just, well, with Ms. Lane, I kind of- \"\n\nHe was completely caught off guard when Mr. Whi---Perry actually laughed out loud, slapping the hardwood desk with a heavy hand. ``Oh, that! Yeah, `Ms. Lane' really is something, isn't she? Her future husband's got his work cut out for him, I can tell you that much. But you don't have to worry about her; she didn't get where she is by sucking cock---well, not just by sucking cock---and I wouldn't let her muscle in on your first story like that if I didn't think you could learn a thing or two from her. It'll be good for you to work with someone with real experience---provided you can keep up, of course.''\n\nClark found himself taken aback---that was certainly not what he was worried about, but it did catch his attention. ``If you think she's that good, then why, uh...''\n\n``Make her suck my dick?'' Perry snorted. ``Like I said: she's something else. Good nose for trouble, and a knack for getting herself out of it, but she'll let it all get to her head if you don't remind her that she's not the main character of a TV show every once in a while, you know?''\n\nClark started to nod, then stopped himself. ``No, I'm not sure that I do, sir.''\n\nPerry actually chuckled again. ``Well, don't worry about it too much; I'm sure you'll understand soon enough. Oh, and a word of advice: You want to flip that tight skirt of hers up and take her beautiful black booty for a ride? Then keep your eyes open and a pen handy; once she's on a story, she'll do anything to get her name on the byline, so keep beating her to headlines like that and you'll have her biting your pillow before you know it.'' Perry's tone of voice sounded about as casual as it could get, but the scrutinizing look he gave Clark while he spoke left him uneasy. ``And who knows? Maybe being beaten fair and square a few times will get her to pull her head out of her ass long enough to recognize how hard you worked for it. Women like men they can look up to.''\n\nClark wasn't entirely sure why he added that last part; it sounded like he was suggesting things that Clark wasn't even prepared to think about. As much as he would love to earn the affections of a woman like Lois Lane---even considering how much of a handful she'd no doubt be---he wasn't even sure what his current relationship with her was, let alone where it might go.\n\n``Thank you, sir, but I think I should really be focused more on getting my feet under me, it being my first day and all.'' He said and bowed while backing towards the door.\n\n``Suit yourself.'' grumbled the bulldog, tossing several pages into the trash.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
First Impressions


``Come on! How are we supposed to get a good shot from out here?''

The labrador reporter tapped her foot as the young photographer glared at her. Normally he would be happy to lend a hand to a woman with such lustrous black fur, striking purple eyes, and that fit, trim physique, but this was simply a bridge too far. ``If we get too close to that bank, we might be the ones getting shot!''

The reporter rolled her eyes. ``And how do you know they have guns? You won't even peek around the corner!''

The photographer was packing his camera back up. ``They don't rob banks with plungers, lady. I didn't sign up for this.''

The reporter scoffed. ``What did you think you were signing up for? Getting paid to watch football and shill for whatever celebrities are the hot new thing this week? The Daily Planet doesn't print last week's `news' like it's still new; our job is a public service! What if one of the robbers escapes? We get a clean shot of his ugly mug on tomorrow's front page, and he won't be able to buy a candy bar without the cops hearing about it!''

``Then why don't you go and ask him for an autograph---without me!'' The younger iguana practically tossed the camera at her, forcing her to reel back. ``I quit!''

The reporter sputtered as she watched him walk around the corner, and away from the bank. ``I don't believe... Fine then! This story's all mine! I can take all the credit for myself! I don't need you! I don't need anybody! I'll just...''

It was around this time that she realized she didn't have enough hands to snap pictures and write notes at the same time.

``...figure something out.''

The reporter squared her shoulders. This was fine. Mental notes were a thing. She could take mental notes! She just needed to remember important details, and to take relevant photos, in an extremely fast-paced work environment, that may or may not have bullets flying around it...

She was slightly less square by the time she peeked around the corner; as expected, there was still a semicircle of police vehicles surrounding the bank's main entrance. Also as expected, they seemed too focused on the front entrance to notice the young reporter watching them from a few blocks away.

She decided to take the long way around, keeping a discreet distance from the stand off but listening intently for any sign of commotion. After a painfully long detour around the back, she confirmed her suspicions: the back end of the bank, with no obvious ways in or out, wasn't anywhere near as well guarded. There was only a single squad car patrolling a loose perimeter around the bank---`just in case,' presumably. She waited for it to pass before making her move.

Behind the bank was an alley, cut off from the main entrance by a tall fence and lacking any visible backdoor into the bank. The only noteworthy `feature' of the alley was a large black car, almost a van, backed in near the alley's entrance; she reckoned the spot was decent `free parking' for anyone with Olympic-level reverse parking skills. She doubted it belonged to anyone involved in the bank standoff, since they'd need to jump a fence to reach it; at the very least it wouldn't be doing the robbers much good all the way back here.

Something that did catch her interest were a few small windows set into the bank's brick walls, just above her eye level. They were probably more aesthetic than functional, since there wasn't much to see from inside but a brick wall, but at least they let in a little light---and let curious reporters sneak a peek from the back alley, if they stood on their tiptoes.

Doing just that, she quickly peered over the edge before ducking back behind the windowsill; she could see maybe a half dozen men in ski masks (how original), as well as a smaller handful of employees in blue teller uniforms. A second peek confirmed that at least two of the robbers were more interested in the mostly-female tellers than they were in the vault. One was brazenly unbuttoning a teller's shirt while another was lifting a blue skirt to reveal the white panties underneath; from the looks of things, the tellers didn't intend to offer much resistance to the `search.'

Lifting the camera above her head to snap a few photos was easier than standing on her tiptoes, though she honestly had no idea where she was aiming. She hoped a few extra photos would make up the difference, tilting the camera this way and that to get as many angles as possible. She also made sure to jot down a few notes between shots, though there wasn't much worth writing yet. If she wanted a story worth putting her name on, she'd need to get a better look...

The next time she peeked over the windowsill, things started getting... weird. At first the only change she noticed was one of the men gesturing at the two robbers who were `preoccupied' with the tellers and mouthing something she couldn't hear until they took their hands off; nothing too surprising.

But then another robber seemed to freak out and point at one of the windows; not the one she was peeking through, thankfully. She couldn't see what he was pointing at from her vantage, but soon spotted something unusual out of the corner of her eye: a large shape flying past the windows of the opposite wall. She almost swore she saw a long face, with a distinct muzzle, but it was moving much too fast and high to be a person.

Then, with no warning, one of the robbers suddenly dropped his gun, shaking his hand like he'd just been stung by a bee. A second robber raised his gun as if to aim at something she couldn't see before doing the same, both of them backing away from the windows and shouting loud enough for her to hear muffled voices through the wall.

And then something very strange happened.

The front doors of the bank, which she could barely see, suddenly burst open, and something---or rather, someone---came rushing through them. He was moving too fast for her to see anything more than a blur of blue and red as the robbers starting reaching for their weapons. Most of them had barely gotten their hands on their guns by the time the vaguely anthropomorphic figure was on top of them.

Both of the robbers who had been molesting the tellers, who had barely moved away from their hostages, suddenly hit the ground clutching their heads. Two of the other robbers, whose guns were holstered prior to the interruption, managed to draw their pistols and aim at their assailant; one gun was sent flying before its owner could pull the trigger, but there was a loud bang as the other robber managed to get off a single shot---right before a big violet comet hit him square in the chest. Apparently the robber missed, since his assailant seemed unaffected.

While his `friends' were busy being beaten silly, one of the remaining robbers pulled something from the large bag around his waist. It was a small plastic cylinder, just big enough to fit in the palm of his hand, with a red button on top. It looks kind of like...

The reporter accidentally bit her tongue as the wall she was leaning on suddenly shook with enough force to knock her flat on her back. Fortunately that was the worst she suffered, as she was a (reasonably) safe distance from the part of the wall that just exploded. She even managed to be more concerned about the camera's safety than her own for a few seconds, before realizing that the bank now had a fancy new rear exit, a little over a dozen feet away from where she was sitting...

She tried to scramble to her feet and sprint from the alley as quickly as possible, almost running face-first into the big black vehicle she forgot was parked in the entrance. She had enough space to slip past, fortunately, but could also hear shouting and shooting not far behind.

She glanced over her shoulder just long enough to see two of the robbers climbing through the hole they just made, one spraying bullets wildly behind him before they both started sprinting for the car. She hoped they hadn't noticed her by the time she made it around the corner, or at the very least were too preoccupied with running from whatever was chasing them to pay any attention to her.

She wound up getting her wish as they started up the car and hit the gas, swerving out of the alley... and straight towards her. For a brief moment she cursed herself for not being more careful what she wished for, before wryly reminding herself that this was probably the last time she'd ever make that mistake.

And then something even stranger happened.

She saw something big and blue out of the corner of her eye before hearing the car behind her screech to a sudden and violent stop. She stumbled to a halt and turned around to see what it was stuck on, only for her dainty jaw to drop in shock.

Standing directly between her and the previously quite mobile automobile was a tall, broad-shouldered man in a red cape, specifically a white dog (what breed, she couldn't say), wrestling with the front bumper with both hands. That would have no effect on the vehicle, of course---except she could clearly see his fingers digging into the metal, and as she watched he simply tore the entire hood off with one hand before doing the same to the car's engine.

He dropped one on either side before casually reaching under the carriage and picking the whole vehicle up with both robbers still inside, turning the would-be getaway vehicle on its side and leaning it against the wall so the now rather jostled robbers were effectively trapped, at least for the moment.

And then the strangest thing of all happened.

The impossibly strong man turned around and asked: ``Are you alright, ma'am?''

There she was, staring with her mouth agape while a man who just stopped a bank robbery and tore a hearse open with his bare hands was stopping to ask if she was okay. At this point she was thoroughly convinced that she must be hallucinating. Or perhaps the car already hit her and she was now in heaven, having her first meeting with an angel. A big, buff angel in a blue bodysuit that rescued damsels in distress from bank robbers.

She could think of worse rewards for a good woman.

``Nothing worse than a few bruises, I think---getting knocked on my ass was the worst thing to happen to me today.'' Well, getting ditched by her photographer was probably the worst thing to happen to her today, but he didn't need to know about that part. ``You, uh, just going to leave those other guys inside?'' She pointed to the bank behind him.

The enormous man turned to glance over his shoulder. ``I wouldn't worry about them; the police followed me through the front door. All they need to do now is finish rounding up the robbers and make sure everyone's safe so they can pick up these two.'' He gestured at the sideways car.

Then he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. ``Although, they might be a while; some of the hostages they rescued are feeling rather... appreciative.''

The reporter nodded sagely. ``Yeah, I'm not surprised they want to jump straight into it; some of those thugs were really working 'em over before you arrived.'' She stared at the noticeably-not-transparent walls for a split second before her brow furrowed. ``Wait, how do you know they already got started? Did the girls really look that frisky?''

The man held up his hands bashfully. ``Ah, actually, I...'' He glanced to the side hesitantly. ``Well, suffice it to say that I can do a few things that most people can't.''

The reporter raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to glance around him at the rather large vehicle currently resting against the wall. ``You don't say?''

He rubbed the back of his neck again, though he looked more nervous this time. ``Yes, well... it's a long story.''

She leaned in conspiratorially. ``I have time; in fact, the Daily Planet would love to get a full interview, if you're willing and able... and I'd love an excuse to spend a little more time with you.'' She reached out to trace a finger along the big, red `S' on his chest, enjoying the rock-hard abs hidden under his suit.

The man looked surprised when she mentioned the Planet; he probably wasn't expecting her to be a reporter. ``Well, I don't think I can stick around too long, but I'd be happy to schedule something for later---say, tomorrow night? Though I'd prefer if we met somewhere a bit more... quiet, if that's not too much to ask.''

She frowned; this was the kind of interview she'd want to do in a proper studio, with cameras and everything, but there was no way she could let such a golden opportunity slip through her fingers. ``Deal. But I don't want you blabbing to any other papers before then, no matter how pretty their reporters are.''

He held out his hand to her, smiling warmly. ``I think I can manage that.''

She appreciated the strength of his grip and smiled as they shook on it. ``Ah, good! I wasn't sure what I was going to do to convince you if you said no, seeing as I already owe you a thank you blowjob.''

He seemed taken aback for a moment, waving his free hand politely. ``Oh no, that won't be-''

He was cut off as she yanked herself into his unyielding abs, pressing her entire body against his. ``You shouldn't leave a girl high and horny after a rescue like that. It's only natural for a damsel in distress to give her savior a full-throated thank you... and to yearn for a hero's cock inside her.''

For reasons he couldn't quite explain, he had a hard time seeing anything besides the striking purple eyes staring up at him, longingly. ``Well, when you put it like that...''

She grinned mischievously as she slowly slid down his chest. ``Don't worry big boy---I promise I'll enjoy this almost as much as you will.'' He watched the top of her head sink lower and lower until she was kneeling at his feet, grinning up at him. ``Now let's get these trunks off!'' She reached for the thick yellow belt around his waist, unbuckling it and slipping it off with practiced movements. ``Let's see what I'm working wi-''

`Seeing what she was working with' turned out to be just about the only thing that could shut her up at that moment; she found it a lot harder to be witty after having the biggest dick she'd ever seen dropped on her face.

``Uh, are you okay?'' The man lifted the fucking log he called a penis off her face in genuine concern as she stared cross-eyed at a dick that would put most porn stars to shame. Length, width, it didn't matter; that monster could probably beat every other dick she'd ever handled by both metrics, large enough that she was almost concerned it wouldn't fit. But she was nothing if not an honest women; she'd promised this man a full-throated thank you, and by God was she going to give him one!

``Oh, I'm fine, but why didn't you warn me you had an actual third leg! Where do you even hide this thing?'' She was trying to sound annoyed to hide her concern as she started stroking his shaft, getting a feel for his weight; she was honestly a bit worried she would get cold feet if she admitted how nervous she was after seeing what she had agreed to choke on. On the other hand, the thought of attempting to deepthroat suck a massive dick was also getting her a little excited, especially after that impressive rescue.

``Well, I get a lot of practice...'' He shifted around a bit so she had a little more room, something she definitely appreciated, though she wished he'd take his hand off his own dong for a few moments; it felt like he was worried she couldn't handle his dick, which stung her feminine pride a little, valid though his concerns may have been. She was pretty sure his mind would be put at ease once she started putting her mouth to good use, and sure enough, he grunted appreciatively and loosened his grip as soon as she wrapped her lips around his dick.

It felt every bit as big as it looked, and she made sure to pull back for a big breath before trying to work her way down the shaft properly. It was slow going; while she had never had many issues with length, enough girth made the whole process considerably more difficult. She was too focused on the task at hand (or mouth, in this case) to keep track of how long it took her, but she had to pull back for air multiple times on the way down.

She didn't let herself be deterred, though; on the contrary, each ragged breath only fanned the flame in her chest. Every time she was forced to pull his cock from her throat, gasping for air and resting his dick on her shoulder, she looked up to see her savior wearing an expression of simple, tranquil bliss. If she had a mirror, it would have contrasted perfectly with her own disheveled, slightly tear-stained face; she might be mistaken for a common street whore sucking an unusually fat cock if not for the burning passion in her eyes.

She inhaled deeply once more, as deep as she ever had, and dived down on his cock again. She forced herself to take him deeper than ever before---bob by bob, inch by girthy inch---until she finally felt what she was searching for: a dense, hairy wall preventing her from sliding her lips any farther down.

Her lungs were burning, but if she could make an expression around the fat cock packing her lips at that moment, it would have been a satisfied grin. She squeezed her lips as tight as she could, kissing the base of his cock hard enough to leave a dark-purple lipstick ring before pushing herself off so hard that she nearly tipped over. Coughing sporadically and wiping the tears from her face, she looked up at her savior triumphantly.

Leaning slightly forward, he admired the rich purple ring she'd left at the bottom of his cock, his entire shaft now dyed with the proof of her gratitude. ``Wow. I haven't met many girls who can actually deepthroat the whole thing like that!'' He sighed in contentment and closed his eyes, a wistful look on his face. ``Where'd you learn to give head like that?''

She giggled, before suppressing one last cough. ``That's the secret: every girl can deepthroat any guy she wants, it's just a question of how much she wants to.'' Somewhat recovered, she resumed stroking his shaft with one hand, slipping the other under her own skirt. ``But kissing the base of your cock was just a matter of principal; now I can focus on thanking you properly!''

And so she resumed blowing him, no longer worrying as much about depth as she bobbed her head up and down and vigorously fingered herself. She had honored her word, and left ample evidence of her gratitude for any other sluts looking to get a taste of her savior's dick; now she was purely concerned with bringing her rescuer, and herself, as much pleasure as possible.

She must have been quite successful, as he soon grabbed the back of her head and guided her lips back down his shaft. He was surprisingly gentle, but firm, and she was soon choking down the full length of his impressive manhood again. She even managed to kiss her own lipstick ring a few times as he fucked her throat, letting her come back up for air every minute or so only to force her to swallow his cock again a few seconds later.

Needless to say, she came quickly and strongly, ruining her underwear in the process and freeing up both hands to brace herself against his immovable thighs, as hard and strong as steel. She no longer even attempted to use any sort of technique to get him off, simply allowing him to use her mouth as a sex toy, patiently waiting for the inevitable. Finally feeling the torrent of jizz flowing straight down her throat was one of the most satisfying moments of her life.

She reeled back as soon as he loosened the grip on her head, gasping for air like never before. He looked like he just had all the weight in the world lifted off his shoulders; it certainly felt like it, with how much he'd cum. A part of her wondered if he was emptying his balls regularly, like any healthy young man should. She was still so shaky from the face-fucking that she barely registered when he spoke again.

``Are you alright, miss?''

She stumbled to her feet, wiping her face with her sleeve without a care for what it was doing to her purple business top. Eventually she was able to make bleary eye contact with the man she'd just blown---a man she still didn't even know the name of. ``Oh, don't worry about me; I've walked off worse in the last week. Give me a few minutes to get my feet under me, and I'm sure I can convince one of those fine boys in blue to give me a ride. Though I might have to give him a little ride first...'' She leaned into his chest, pretending she needed the support.

``But thanks.'' She smiled as she looked into his bright blue eyes. ``Lois Lane, by the way.''

He smiled back, more broadly this time, reaching around her waist to properly hold her for the first time. ``Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lois.''

She giggled, enjoying his strong arms. ``Well you certainly seemed pleased to get acquainted with my throat.''

``Do you ever stop?'' he asked, melodramatically rolling his eyes.

She grinned and stood on her tiptoes to whisper into his ear: ``Only when I'm choking on a fat cock.''

She jumped in surprise and giggled uncontrollably when she felt the firm slap on her ass. ``Down, girl! We haven't even been on a proper date yet.''

She suddenly stopped giggling and looked him in the eye. ``Are you offering?''

His grin faltered as he gently pushed her away. ``Well, I did promise you an interview...''

She started. ``Ah. Of course. The interview...'' Then, as if by magic, her animated demeanor returned. ``We still haven't decided on a time. Let me just grab my notebook...''

``Actually, I can find you, assuming you won't be too busy.'' He rubbed his shoulder, suddenly unwilling to make eye contact.

She frowned for a split second before her grim detachment returned. ``'Things that most people can't,' eh? Will I have to wait until the interview to get an explanation for how you can do that without spying on me? Or should I assume you'll be as forthcoming about that as you are with your name?''

He looked taken aback. ``You-?''

``Noticed?'' She rolled her eyes when he nodded dumbly. ``I'm a reporter, big guy; `noticing' is my job. But more importantly: I'm a woman. Most of the time I'll know a guy's address, phone number, and favorite position before I can manage to fit my name into the conversation---and not necessarily in that order.'' She cocked an eyebrow. ``You got something to hide, Mr. Perfect?''

He winced a little. ``No. Well, yes. Look, just don't call me that. Please.''

Her eyebrow rose even higher. ``Why not? And what should I call you, anyway?''

He held up his hands defensively. ``I don't know, just not... that." He then tilted his head thoughtfully. ``Well, I guess you could call me Kal-El.''

She frowned again. ``Kalel? What kind of name is that?''

``No, no.'' He gently corrected her. ``Kal. El. You've got to say it as two separate words. I'd explain more but... we should probably save it for the interview.''

She sighed, her shoulders finally falling. ``Yeah, we seem to be saving a lot for that interview...'' She straightened her back again. ``Well, I shouldn't keep you, since you're such a busy man.'' She tried to straighten out her clothes a little, before quickly giving up on looking presentable. ``I've got places to be, myself. See you for that interview, Mr. Big Shot.''

He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again. Eventually he settled on a simple ``You too'' before raising his fists into the air, followed swiftly by his feet; his entire body rose off the ground and into the sky, as if by magic. Lois watched him disappear over the rooftops, still shocked to see a man fly after everything that had happened in the last half-hour. She wouldn't have believed it herself, had she not seen it with her own eyes.

...Wait.

``I forgot the camera!''



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No one paid much mind to the messy woman barreling through the Daily Planet; a slightly-sticky Lois Lane bending her high heels by kicking in the doors of the Editor-in-Chief's office while shouting something about a new violent gang or corporate conspiracy was only really surprising the first few times around. A few had to duck out of her path or wait for her to pass before going about their own business, and occasionally a female coworker would point out a bead of off-white liquid she had missed on the way in, but most spared the wild-eyed woman little more than a glance as she rushed towards the elevator... then angrily grumbled when the doors didn't immediately open at her assertive command.

Rather than spending the time she was forced to wait straightening her fur or reapplying her makeup she pulled out the handwritten notes she had hastily scrawled in her notebook during the taxi ride over; she started pouring over them as quickly as she could, crossing out, replacing, and occasionally inserting dozens of words onto the bent pages. By the time the elevator doors opened they were almost halfway legible, not that she had any intention of letting anyone but an editor take too close a look.

She nearly knocked over a very young and confused red fox with a camera around his neck who was waiting for the elevator doors to slide open---he must not have gotten the memo, practically tumbling out of her way as she made a beeline straight for the door marked `Editor-in-Chief.'

She didn't bother to knock before yanking the door open, waving around her stack of ink-stained paper. ``Chief, you won't believe what I just-!''

``Don't call me Chief!'' a greying bulldog in a brown suit yelled before she was halfway through the door, slamming his fist onto an equally-weathered---and sturdy---mahogany desk. ``...And let me guess: some weirdo in bulletproof tights just stopped a bank robbery, right?''

Lois Lane's face went completely blank. ``How did you-?''

Perry White gestured dismissively to one side. ``New guy beat you to it. Good thing, too, since it's just about the only excuse I'd accept for being late on his first day.''

Lois turned her head slowly, only then realizing that she had walked in on an ongoing conversation. Standing with his back almost against the wall was a white canine of indeterminate breed---probably a mutt, she thought---with a loose-fitting business suit and almost comically-thick glasses, though they did very little to hide the mortified look on his face; the man just about jumped out of his skin as soon as they made eye contact and started very pointedly looking everywhere she was not.

Lois rolled her eyes; why wouldn't the biggest story of her career get stolen by some nerdy virgin that got nervous at the mere sight of a woman? ``What, did he fly here? Even if he started doing interviews right after the cops stormed the place, I came straight from the bank as soon as I- ''

`...finished giving the weirdo in tights a blowjob.'

Shit.

Perry raised an eyebrow when she slapped herself on the forehead, but didn't offer any comment. After quietly reprimanding herself for her carelessness, she continued. ``Okay, so I might have been a little delayed, but unless he's hiding a spy-camera in those glasses, he'll still need my photos and notes from the robbery.''

Perry raised his eyebrow even further, this time impressed. ``You mean you and Daryl actually got photos of this `bulletproof man' I've heard so much about?''

Lois Lane froze for a split second, and Perry White's eyes narrowed instantly. ``Lois...''

She only briefly considered trying to bend the truth---not that she had any chance of getting anything past the Editor-in-Chief, anyway. ``Well, Daryl might of... quit before we actually made it to the bank...''

Perry sighed. ``Yeah, I reckoned it was only a matter of time. That mean you took the pictures yourself?'' He gestured to the camera still hanging from her arm. ``You sure they're usable? They're gonna have to be top-quality to convince people there's a bulletproof man in red and blue spandex running around.''

Lois opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again, then opened it again as her boss grew increasingly cross with her. ``Well, I'm sure we can find a good picture of the robbers...''

``No.'' Was his only response.

Lois Lane sputtered, almost throwing herself across his desk. ``No?! But this... superhuman hero is the most exciting thing to happen in Metropolis since-!''

Perry raised his hand to silence her. ``And that's exactly why we can't publish it; who's going to see the Daily Planet as a reputable newspaper after we run a story like this without evidence? How do you know your witnesses weren't suffering from some kind of mass hysteria from all the stress, or that this wasn't all staged, or any other number of explanations?''

Lois grumbled, refusing to look him in the eye. ``Well, unless I imagined a beefy hunk saving my life and stuffing my lips with his thick dick...''

Perry snorted at that. ``Considering how much of a whore you are? Yeah, I bet your imagination's full of stuff like that...'' He firmly stood up and walked around his desk. Lois subconsciously stood at attention as he leaned back against the thick, wooden desktop, fully aware of what he was about to ask. ``But since you're so willing to take some time off to give random guys head, I'm sure you won't mind showing me and Clark here just how sure you are that there's a `superhero' running around Metropolis?''

Lois started a little when he gestured to the awkward man in the loose suit again. ``Him too?''

Perry shrugged. ``Well, since this is his story now, I reckoned you'd want to ask him if he'd let you be his cowriter---as nicely as you can, of course.''

The awkward man---Clark, apparently---looked like he was just about ready to jump out the window as he held up both hands. ``Oh, no no no! I couldn't possibly-''

``Are you a hound, or a pussy?'' Apparently his spineless attitude was almost as irritating to Perry as it was to her. ``You've got the perfect opportunity to get a fine young woman's lips around your dick, and you're gonna chicken out?''

Clark tugged at his collar nervously. ``Well, I just don't think I should take advantage of-''

Lois rolled her eyes and dropped to her knees before he could embarrass himself any further. ``Oh, just shut up and get your dick out so I can get this over with,'' she demanded, starting to undo his pants herself; she noticed that `Mr. principled' already had a rather noticeable bulge in his pants, even with how oversized they were. She also noticed that he wasn't doing much to stop her, at least until his belt was already unbuckled and she started moving to unzip his pants.

``Ah, I can, uh, do that myself...'' he said nervously, awkwardly turning away from her and Perry as he reached his own hand into his pants. Lois rolled her eyes again before turning to face her boss---or, rather, his crotch.

Perry White wasn't the type to wait for a girl to undo his pants for him; he grinned as she was almost slapped in the face by his thick bulldog dick. His `pride' wasn't as long as her rescuer's had been, but it was still had an impressive cut of sausage. A lesser woman might have been intimated by the thick, veiny slab of meat, but Lois had gotten quite familiar with her Editor-in-Chief's dick since she started working at the Planet---well, since she first interviewed to work at the Planet. She hoped he wasn't disappointed that she wasn't gasping at the sight of it, but she figured going down on him right away would make up for it.

Apparently she was correct, as he grunted appreciatively and grabbed the back of her head to rhythmically fuck her face. ``Ah, yeah... best cocksucker at the Planet...''

`Best cocksucker in Metropolis!' she corrected him---or would have, if her mouth wasn't full.

After the absolute battering ram of a cock she sucked earlier, deepthroating her boss almost seemed easy, and she was determined to get his balls emptied as quickly as possible so she could get to work on her story. Thankfully Perry was the only man in the room with real experience; she doubted `Clark' was going to last more than a minute once she started working his-

``Holy Hell, Clark! What are you feeding that thing?''

Lois just about gagged on Perry's dick when he suddenly raised his voice, releasing her head long enough for her to come up for air, sputtering. ``Holy---Warn me next time, Perry! What are you even on ab- ''

And then she saw what he was on about.

Clark, nervous, awkward, boring Clark, was standing there with a veritable third-leg popping out his pants. For the second time that day, she found herself staring down one of the biggest dicks she'd ever seen; hell, it was almost as big as her rescuer's! Except where such a big dick fit perfectly on a big hero, his seemed like a cosmic joke---the least manly man imaginable, blessed with such vast manhood. She suddenly felt a little sorry for all of the men around her, any one of whom was more deserving of that impressive cunt-wrecker than him.

Well, except maybe Lex. She was tempted to ask Perry to take a few pictures of her swallowing that massive cock, just so she could see the look on Luthor's face when he saw them. That and to remind him of how good she could have been to him if he wasn't such a massive prick.

Clark rubbed the back of his neck nervously. ``Sorry, I'm a little, uh...''

``Little Nothing!'' Lois exclaimed, doing a poor job of hiding her annoyance. ``If I had seen that thing earlier, I wouldn't have agreed to suck it!''

...

``...so easily.''

...

``Shut it, Perry.''

The bulldog held up his hands, grinning ever so slightly. ``I didn't say anything.''

She huffed as she reached out to grab the thick shaft, determinedly stroking it with one hand. ``But I did agree. So how about you stop waddling in place and bring it over here so I can get this over with!'' Clark jumped slightly, almost tearing his dick out of her hand. She sighed in exasperation as she got a better grip, leaning forward to bring her lips to the bulbous head; she hoped this wasn't going to become a regular thing.

Much like the thank you blowjob she gave earlier that day, getting her lips even halfway down his dick was a challenge. Unlike the thank you blowjob she gave earlier that day, she wasn't enjoying that challenge whatsoever; she knew she had to work as much of his shaft as she could if she wanted him to get him off quickly (which she most certainly did), but she couldn't help coming up for air every minute or two.

It didn't help that Perry wasn't the kind of man who'd sit back and enjoy the show, grabbing her other wrist and guiding her hand to his shaft when he got impatient. She started jerking them both off at once, stroking their shafts in time as she turned to suck Perry's dick, then Clark's, then back to Perry again, over and over. After what felt like an hour, Perry grabbed the back of her head again, this time much more aggressively, outright shoving his cock down her throat. Only the suddenness surprised her, and she was ready and eager to swallow his entire load, finally finishing the first half of her task.

Clark, surprisingly enough, took a bit more work, but she still managed to empty his balls after a few minutes. She'd have to remember to ask about his sex life later; she found it hard to believe a man could build up that kind of stamina without practicing on at least a few cunts, and she was rather curious as to what convinced them to spread their legs for him in the first place.

But those questions would have to come later; right now she had more important things to focus on.

She wiped the jizz from her face---well, the fresh jizz---and rose to her feet, brushing off her skirt as casually as she could after giving her boss and coworker blowjobs. Perry was already sat behind his desk with his pants back on, casually watching her finish up, while Clark actually turned around to stuff his dick back into his pants.

Dork.

``Well, I assume that means we have permission to get started?'' she asked Perry, turning towards the door.

``You go ahead and get the prep work started. I've got a few things I wanted to go over with Clark on his first day.''

Lois Lane glanced back over her shoulder curiously, but decided that it wasn't her business; she had much more important things to focus on, after all. She made her exit from the Editor-in-Chief's office, practically bouncing with excitement about what may well be the biggest story of her career.



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She knew.

She had to know.

How could she not know?

She'd talked to him face-to-face two times in the same day. Hell, she'd had his distinctively large (most of the women he knew described it as `monstrous') dick in her mouth twice in one day.

Not to mention how suspiciously he must've looked and acted after she'd walked in on his meeting with Mr. White; she'd told him she worked at the Daily Planet, but he wasn't prepared to bump into her again as soon as he flew to work! Wearing two layers wasn't the only reason he started sweating as soon as she walked through the door...

Fortunately, he'd managed to remember what his `underclothes' looked like before she got his pants around his ankles and caught a glimpse of any red and blue; he'd even managed to rub most of the purple lipstick off his junk while she was busy sucking up to Mr. White. But she was a professional reporter---there was simply no way she hadn't picked up on any of the clues just because he was dressed differently.

So why hadn't she said anything? The man she was so desperate to prove the existence of was literally standing in the same room, so why hadn't she said anything? Was she respecting his privacy? Was she worried that he'd deny her accusations in front of her---their boss?

``Jesus, Clark! You look like you're about to have a heart attack.''

Clark Kent nearly jumped out of his clothes when he heard the Editor-in-Chief suddenly call his name; he'd been so busy panicking about Lois that he'd almost forgotten the other dog was still there.

``Oh, no Chief, I just-'' He realized his mistake as soon as Mr. White's mouth turned down into a frown---well, a bigger frown. ``I mean, Mr. White, sir. I just- ''

``Perry is fine.'' The graying bulldog grumbled while flipping through the stacks of paper covering his desk.

``Yes. Right. Perry. It's just, well, with Ms. Lane, I kind of- "

He was completely caught off guard when Mr. Whi---Perry actually laughed out loud, slapping the hardwood desk with a heavy hand. ``Oh, that! Yeah, `Ms. Lane' really is something, isn't she? Her future husband's got his work cut out for him, I can tell you that much. But you don't have to worry about her; she didn't get where she is by sucking cock---well, not just by sucking cock---and I wouldn't let her muscle in on your first story like that if I didn't think you could learn a thing or two from her. It'll be good for you to work with someone with real experience---provided you can keep up, of course.''

Clark found himself taken aback---that was certainly not what he was worried about, but it did catch his attention. ``If you think she's that good, then why, uh...''

``Make her suck my dick?'' Perry snorted. ``Like I said: she's something else. Good nose for trouble, and a knack for getting herself out of it, but she'll let it all get to her head if you don't remind her that she's not the main character of a TV show every once in a while, you know?''

Clark started to nod, then stopped himself. ``No, I'm not sure that I do, sir.''

Perry actually chuckled again. ``Well, don't worry about it too much; I'm sure you'll understand soon enough. Oh, and a word of advice: You want to flip that tight skirt of hers up and take her beautiful black booty for a ride? Then keep your eyes open and a pen handy; once she's on a story, she'll do anything to get her name on the byline, so keep beating her to headlines like that and you'll have her biting your pillow before you know it.'' Perry's tone of voice sounded about as casual as it could get, but the scrutinizing look he gave Clark while he spoke left him uneasy. ``And who knows? Maybe being beaten fair and square a few times will get her to pull her head out of her ass long enough to recognize how hard you worked for it. Women like men they can look up to.''

Clark wasn't entirely sure why he added that last part; it sounded like he was suggesting things that Clark wasn't even prepared to think about. As much as he would love to earn the affections of a woman like Lois Lane---even considering how much of a handful she'd no doubt be---he wasn't even sure what his current relationship with her was, let alone where it might go.

``Thank you, sir, but I think I should really be focused more on getting my feet under me, it being my first day and all.'' He said and bowed while backing towards the door.

``Suit yourself.'' grumbled the bulldog, tossing several pages into the trash.

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