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A Weekend in Lois Lane	By : Dandello2000 Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Superman (All Movies) > Superman (All Movies) Views: 5679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Richard White looked out over the newsroom, looking for one person in particular. He spotted Clark Kent coming out of the elevators and hurrying to his desk following some unexpected and mysterious errand or possibly a summons to talk to a source. Richard gave the tall man a few moments to get settled in at his desk before sending one of the gofers to pass along the message that the Daily Planet's assistant city editor wanted to talk to him.

Richard watched as concern washed over the other man's face at the summons. Clark looked over to Richard's glassed in office and the assistant editor smiled and beckoned him over.

"Is there a problem?" Clark asked nervously as he walked through the office door. Richard wondered once again how such a shy, nervous man could be as good a reporter as he was. And Clark was a very good reporter, almost as good as the famous Lois Lane.

Richard smiled at the other man and closed the door behind him. "No, everything's fine," he assured him. Clark seemed to relax a little and sat down in the chair Richard gestured to. "In fact, I wanted to tell you what a great job you've been doing these past two weeks covering the whole New Krypton mess and Luthor," Richard continued. "I know Perry won't tell you and I do have to admit I was a little leery about him hiring you back after being gone for so long. But I was wrong."

Clark watched him from behind thick glasses, blinking like an owl. "Um, thank you. But why did you want to see me?"

"Actually, it's a personal matter," Richard admitted. He ignored the nervous butterflies in his gut. "I know you and Lois had a relationship in the past, and I know she trusts you. And from what Perry and other people have said about you, you're discrete."

"Richard, if there's a problem, I'll do what I can to help," Clark told him seriously.

"No, it's not that," Richard said then looked up at the ceiling in frustration. "God this is so hard. Back in college I could walk into a bar and snap my fingers and have damn near anybody I wanted. I guess I'm out of practice." He gave a self-depreciating chuckle.

"I'm not sure I'm following you," Clark said but there was something in his expression that told Richard he understood just fine.

Richard sighed. This was going to be harder than he'd hoped. "Once a month Lois and I have a 'date' weekend. We send Jason off with his grandparents or his aunt and uncle so we can have some time to ourselves. We go camping..." He smiled at the memory of their last camping trip. He'd laid her sleeping bag out in the sunshine, blindfolded her, tied her out spread-eagled and took her right there, telling her that hikers had stopped to watch and were thinking of joining in. She had gotten so incredibly hot at the idea that people were watching. He was getting hot just thinking about it.

"Or we take off to another city," Richard continued, trying to get himself under control. "See the galleries and museums or we go clubbing. Grown-up things we can't do with a child in tow."

"So, what do you need from me?" Clark asked.

Richard took a deep breath. "Clark, I'm sure you've been around the block a few times. I mean, a good looking guy like you "

Clark chuckled. "I've been around the world a few times but I wouldn't say I've been around the block."

"Look, ever since Superman showed up, things haven't been the same between me and Lois," Richard admitted. "This happens to be our date weekend and I promised to surprise her with something she'd never expect." He paused, studying Clark's reaction before continuing. "I want to surprise her with you."
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Clark wasn't sure what had prompted him to accept Richard's invitation to spend the weekend with them. He'd never been particularly interested in alternate lifestyles and was frankly surprised that Lois was. But then Lois had always been extraordinarily curious about everything. Maybe it was his own overwhelming curiosity that brought him to their door at seven o'clock on a Friday night.

He had hoped for a chance to see Jason, but General and Mrs. Lane had picked the boy up right after school and Clark wasn't sure what time they'd be bringing him back on Sunday. Maybe it was better this way. Spending the weekend with Lois and Richard was bound to raise questions he wasn't sure he had answers for.

He rang the doorbell and waited, listening for sounds from inside. Footsteps padded to the door and the door opened to reveal Richard wearing a long loose robe of black silk buttoned up to his neck. The fabric rustled sensuously when he moved.

"Right on time," Richard said with a grin. "I love a man who's punctual." He moved aside to allow Clark to enter.

Clark held up the gifts he'd brought, a box of candy and a bottle of wine. "I wasn't sure what was appropriate for this sort of thing," he admitted.

"Lois will love the chocolates and we can have the wine at dinner tomorrow," Richard told him. "Have you eaten?"

"I had a little something before coming over," Clark said.

"We have sandwiches made up if you get hungry."

Clark looked around the living room. "And where is Lois?"

Richard's grin grew wider. "Waiting for us. She doesn't know I invited you so try not to talk or make any noise. I want it to be a surprise."

Clark followed Richard downstairs into the finished basement and over to a plain door. "This was supposed to be a media room. It's soundproof," Richard explained as he unlocked the door and opened it.

Clark took a moment to look around the large room. It was paneled in dark wood and lit by candle sconces, although there was a large adjustable lamp as well as a mirror above the large iron four-poster bed that was set against the wall opposite the door. The two other walls appeared to be lined with closet doors. The floor was covered in a thick carpet that muffled any sounds of foot steps. Additionally, heavy oriental rugs were arranged around the bed, adding to the sumptuousness. But it was the ornate columned bed itself that was the centerpiece to the room, the bed and what was on it.

Lois was naked except for a blindfold, a leather collar with a tiny gold lock on it, and furry cuffs on her ankles and wrists. The cuffs were attached to steel bars and the bars were secured to cables and eyebolts set into the wall at the head of the bed. She was laying on the bed, a pillow under her back and her buttocks on the edge of the mattress. But her feet were being held in the air over her head, exposing her tight round ass and pink pussy lips to the view of anyone standing in the doorway.

Clark wasn't really into bondage scenes. It smacked too much of the horrors he'd seen in warzones, in countries where torture was the norm. But seeing Lois bound, exposed, available... He had a hard on just thinking about it. He wanted to run his hands over her silken skin, explore her moist folds and openings with his fingers and tongue. The last time he'd seen her naked the urgency to simply 'have at it' had been too great for both of them. He hadn't taken the time to study her body, to explore her intimately, to discover her likes and dislikes. He had assumed there would be time later. He'd been wrong.

Richard closed the door behind him.

"Richard, who was at the door?" Lois asked and Clark felt his heart leap in his chest.

"Did I give you permission to speak?" Richard asked, swatting her exposed buttocks with his open palm. The slap left a red mark against her pale skin.

She gasped but didn't cry out. She sniffed the air. "There's someone else here, isn't there?"

Again he swatted her ass. "If you can't keep quiet, I'll just have to gag you. Do you want me to do that?"

"No," Lois said in a surprisingly meek voice.

Apparently that was the wrong answer, or maybe it was because she had spoken instead of shaking her head, but Richard grabbed a silk scarf from an iron ring on the wall, placed the scarf between her teeth and tied it around her head. That done, he stepped over to Clark and murmured, "I think you're a little over-dressed. There's a bathroom through that door." He indicated the door in question with a nod of his head.

Clark went into the bathroom. It was clinical white with floor to ceiling tile, a bidet and an oversize shower in addition to the standard accoutrements. One oddity - the bathroom had no privacy lock. A silk robe like Richard's, this one in white, hung on a hook on the door. Clark shed his jeans, fisherman's knit sweater, and underwear, folding them neatly on the wooden bench opposite the shower, and put on the robe. Clark hadn't worn the Suit under his clothes this evening. Superman was taking the weekend off. As busy as he had been for the past two weeks, he deserved a break.

The bathroom door opened and closed. "If you think it's too much for you, I'll understand," Richard said quietly. "It can be a little overwhelming."

"Oh, no," Clark assured him hurriedly. "I just never..." He swallowed hard. "I want to..." He tried to calm himself, aware that Richard was studying him. "Are you sure you're okay with this? I mean, you're her fiance. It just feels so weird to objectify her this way, to have permission to violate her like this."

Richard chuckled then his expression turned serious. "After Jason was born, Lois lost any desire for intimacy. I mean, before he was born, as weird as it sounds, the sex was good, really good. Afterwards, even after she was healed up, there was nothing. Maybe it was post partum depression. I don't know. As a joke on Valentine's Day, I bought her one of those over-priced novelty bondage sets. You know the ones, the pink blindfold and nylon restraints with ribbons. I figured she'd get a laugh out of it."

"But then...?"

"I came home and found her tied to our bed waiting for me. And it was the most incredible fuck I'd ever had. She was an animal. It was like the tethers released all her inhibitions. We did things that day I'd only read about."

"They say that people who have high pressure jobs frequently find voluntary sexual submissiveness to be very liberating," Clark said. He was sure he sounded like a sociology teacher, but Richard didn't seem to mind. "But are you sure?"

"Clark, we all have our fantasies. Mine,,, I want to watch you fuck her," Richard said. "I want to be able to watch my slut being enjoyed by another man. I want to know I have the power to simply give her cunt over to someone as a gift."

Clark tried not to show his surprise as Richard's vulgarity. It was a side to the man he hadn't expected. But then, he hadn't expected to walk in and see Lois bound, gagged and ready to be taken. "That sounds a little... I don't know... Sick?" Clark said.

"Believe it or not, even though she's bound and gagged, this is her show. She can stop it at any time," Richard said. "She can press the panic button in her hand, or use her safe word and it stops right there. She knows that no matter what, my job is to keep her safe." He tapped his ear and Clark realized the other man was wearing an ear bud. "Even if I'm not in the room with her, I'm listening."

"So, you're saying she actually wants this? She wants you to watch her having sex with another man?"

"That's part of the game. Although I do admit I upped the ante on her. She didn't think I'd do it, but I know you want to do her. That's why I asked you. I may even take pictures. And then, if you're game, we'll let her watch as I fuck you."

"I'm not sure... I'm pretty straight."

"You might be surprised," Richard assured him with a clap on the shoulder. "Now let's hurry before she hits that panic button. She's just waiting to be put through her paces, but she does get impatient."

Lois hadn't moved but Clark noticed that Richard had brought out a low table with a metal tray on it and positioned it at the end of the bed. On the tray were a number of devices Clark recognized - a small egg-shaped vibrator, a long slender vibrator, a speculum, a string of hard beads with a large steel ring on one end. The other objects were more obscure - several exotic sculptures made of heavy glass. There were also several different types of lubricant, latex gloves and finger cots, and an assortment of condoms. A crystal bowl was filled with ice and water and two of the glass objects - one a simple round topped cylinder and the other a knobby curve with balls on each end - were chilling in the bowl.

"She likes ice," Richard said conversationally. Clark heard Lois's heart rate jump at the sound of Richard's voice, but he didn't smell fear coming from her. She was excited but not afraid. "And that really plain one?" Richard added. "If you shine a flashlight through it, you can see all the way up."

Again, her heart rate jumped but it still wasn't from fear, at least not entirely. Clark suspected she was fully aware there was someone besides Richard in the room with her. She didn't know who it was, of course, and that was making her nervous.

Richard climbed onto the mattress beside Lois's body, massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples as he regarded Clark with a wry smile. Clark could smell her arousal, could see how erect her nipples were. Richard was murmuring to her, telling her how slutty and nasty she was and how she didn't deserve the pretty boy he'd found for her.

"Pretty boy?" Clark had never considered himself pretty. He knew he was moderately good-looking even though his glasses obscured his features. As Superman people claimed he was god-like, an Adonis come to Earth. But he doubted they were actually looking at his face. He chose to ignore what Richard was saying and began to concentrate on the task at hand. He laid one hand on the soft mound of her belly, playing his fingers down to the soft brown curls of her pubic hair. With his other hand he picked up an ice cube and dropped it into her navel. She shuddered under his hands. He rubbed more ice on her skin, down the soft skin of her thighs. Richard had been right. She liked the feel of ice against her skin.

He found the hard nub of her clit and flicked it before running his fingers over her soft nether lips and slipping one finger inside, feeling the warm moistness. As she had done the very first time he did it to her so many years ago, she clamped down with muscles surprising in their strength.

She relaxed and he studied the various devices on the tray, finally choosing the simple glass one Richard had commented on. Clark spread lubricant on it and slipped it inside her. It was icy cold but that seemed to only increase her arousal. He spotted a penlight on the tray and shined it up the glass. Richard had been right, you really could see all the way up. He watched in fascination as her internal muscles tried to eject the foreign object. It became almost a game. She pushed it out and he pushed it in.

Clark felt Richard watching him and felt his face grow warm. He'd been caught acting like a small child with a new toy.

"Pretty boy has a very pretty blush, you know that?" Richard told Lois. She mumbled something through the gag. Richard listened. "You want more? Do you think you deserve more?" She shook her head and mumbled some more. Richard continued murmuring to her as he continued his ministrations of her chest, kissing her, nibbling her nipples, licking the soft skin of her breasts.

Clark removed the plain shaft and chose one of the fancier ones, gently gliding it inside. Then he put on one of the latex gloves and lubed it as well. Her ass hole was a tight rosy bud but it parted under the mild pressure of his finger. Again, the penetration only seemed to increase her arousal. And her arousal has getting him even hotter. He grabbed the string on beads from the tray, lubed them and pressed them into her, pausing after each one. The waves of sexual scents that came off her were incredible. She seemed to be totally into it, riding the beads, riding the glass sculpture. The restraints kept her from bucking too hard but he could tell she was trying.

At some point Richard had unbuttoned his robe and untied Lois's gag. She was still blindfolded and was now sucking on her fiance's cock in wanton abandon. Following Richard's lead, Clark unbuttoned his own robe, rolled on a condom and entered Lois's waiting, succulent nether mouth. It was all he could do to keep from climaxing right then. He took several calming breaths and brought himself under control.

"Stay there," Richard ordered from behind him. The man was astonishingly quiet, or maybe it was the ambiance of the room, and what he was doing, that had kept him from realizing that Richard had moved. He pulled off Clark's glasses, slipped a blindfold over his eyes and tied it. Clark knew that a blindfold wouldn't keep him from seeing if he chose to - until he tried and discovered he couldn't. Did Richard suspect the truth about him? The blindfold was lined with lead.

Richard tapped his butt to remind him to stay on task. Without sight, his other senses became even more alive - the pressure on his sheathed shaft, the warmth of the room, the sex smells from all three of them.

Clark felt the silk robe fall away and soft binders being wrapped around his wrists, his wrists being drawn together behind his back. He felt cool fingers tracing the scar on his back. "Do you have any idea how utterly gorgeous you are?" Richard murmured, running his hands down Clark's back, over his buttocks, returning to the scar. "I want to kill the perverted bastard who did this to you." A butterfly kiss on the healed wound sent shivers down Clark's spine. "It was Luthor, wasn't it?"

Clark nodded. It was no used denying the truth. They knew who he was, what he was.

"God, you're beautiful," Richard said breathlessly. He was running his hands over Clark's ass again, parting his cheeks. Clark jumped a little in surprise as he felt a finger penetrate him, then something hard and cold and smooth. It was like nothing he'd ever felt, nothing he'd ever imagined. It was incredible. Was this what Lois felt when he was inside her?

She was moaning, screaming, begging for more. He sped up his thrusts, but her position was wrong for clit stimulation by intercourse alone. And his hands were tied behind his back. Then he felt a hand on his belly, felt the fingers caressing Lois's clit as Clark thrust into her even harder. She shuddered and moaned louder, her breath harsh, eager, hungry. Finally, he felt her internal muscles pulse and shudder. He let himself go, echoing her climax with his own.

He felt her relax, heard her gulping air like a runner at the end of a hard race.

"Well, Lois, did you like your surprise?" Richard asked.

Her immediate response was a low, satisfied sigh of satisfaction. "I'd almost forgotten how gorgeous he is," Lois said dreamily after her breathing evened out. "Can I keep him?"
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