Message-ID: <29671asstr$986127004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Stephen Gray" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MIMEOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2001 17:03:35 EST Subject: {ASSM} Purple Potion 07 {S Gray} (MMF mc reluc nc) Date: Sun, 1 Apr 2001 08:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates Chapter Seven: Taxi Ride Clark Kent was having a hard time concentrating on his story. The deadline was rapidly approaching, but he simply sat there and stared at the computer screen, watching the cursor blink impatiently. All of his thoughts had wandered two desks away, where a dark-haired woman sat, hunting and pecking at the keys of her computer. Lois Lane. To most of the world, she was an aggressive, hard-edged reported who would do almost anything to get her story. But Clark knew her well enough to know that there was a softer side to her. Beneath that cold-blooded exterior, there was warmth, compassion - even tenderness. He had been watching her, secretly, for as long as he had known her. He had seen her in moments when she allowed her guard to slip, when she thought no one was looking. It didn't take X-ray vision to see that there was more to her than just drive and ambition; there was a softness as well. She tried her best to hide it from the world, but Clark had seen it, and he loved her for it. And that was what made him miserable. He wanted her, more than anything in the world. He wanted to kiss those lips; he wanted to hold her in his arms. He wanted to feel her body against his as they flew through the sky. He wanted to take her all over the world; he wanted to show her all the amazing things he had seen in his travels. But more than anything else, he just wanted to make her smile. There weren't enough smiles in her life. But how could he tell her that he loved her? As Superman, he would always be hounded by thugs and villains who wanted to harm him anyway that they could - including striking against his loved ones. If the world suspected how much he cared for her, she would always be in danger. And if anything ever happened to her, because of him... It was more than he could bear to think about. Besides, he wasn't even human; he was just a lonely castaway from a distant planet that no longer existed. Lois deserved to be with someone else, someone with whom she could share a normal life. And despite that fact that he loved her - or rather because he loved her - he would never say a word to her about who he was, or what he truly felt. So he adjusted his glasses, and went back to work on his article - trying to forget the fact that he could never reveal himself to woman he loved. "Christ, is it four o'clock?!" shouted Lois. "Dammit, I have to be at City Hall in ten minutes!" She jumped up, threw on her coat, checked her watch, swore a couple of times, sat back down, hit 'SAVE' on the computer, jumped back up and ran for the elevator. "Bye, Clark!" she said, without looking at him. "Uh...bye Lois." He watched as she disappeared into the elevator, and sighed. Then his eyes strayed over to her desk, and he saw that she had forgotten her purse. -------------------------------------------- Lois stepped out into the street and rushed toward the nearest taxi. "City Hall, please...and there's an extra twenty if you can get me there in five minutes." The driver said nothing, but instead he pressed a button on the dashboard. Suddenly the doors locked, and a thick plastic window slid up, sealing the rear compartment. There was a hissing noise, and Lois smelled a strong, rose-like odor. "What's going on?" she shouted, pounding her fists against the windows. "Let me out of here!" The driver just smiled at her, and then checked his watch. Lois began to kick at the windows, which had suddenly grown dark. She was finding it difficult to breathe; that heavy aroma was everywhere. It was so strong; she was beginning to feel light-headed. In a few seconds, she felt her panic begin to subside; she knew that something was terribly wrong, but she was caught up in a new sensation: she was starting to get very, very horny. Her pussy began to throb, and it wasn't long before she felt an irresistible urge to fondle her breasts through the silk blouse. "She's ready," said the driver, speaking into a cell phone. The back doors opened, and two men in dark business suits got in the back seat with her. "Who...who are you?" asked Lois. She didn't really care who they were, though...what she cared about was how soon she could feel a hot dick plunging into her pussy. And it seemed that these men were her to oblige her, because they promptly began to tear off her clothes. She didn't bother to fight them; instead, she helpfully unclasped her bra so that one of the thugs could play with her breast. She smiled at him as he rubbed his hands over her plump mounds, his thumb teasing the nipples until they were hard and stiff. Then he began to suckle her, and she tilted her head back, savoring the sensation of having her nipples sucked. Meanwhile, the other thug had slipped a hand beneath her skirt. She moaned as she felt it groping its way beneath her panties and across her ticklish pubic hair until it found her slit. She felt his fingers rubbing against her cunt lips, smearing the juices that were beginning to ooze from her excited sex. Between the pleasurable assault on her breasts and cunt, she was quickly becoming ready for a good fucking. "Give it to me," she pleaded, licking her lips. "Oh, God, I want to be fucked!" Her hips began to thrust back and forth, as if demonstrating her need. The men grabbed her skirt and tore it away, and her pink panties were soon to follow. Then there was a tongue on her pussy, wetly digging its way just inside her hot slit. She felt another tongue licking and kissing its way across her belly. Her whole body was being groped and licked, and all she could do was moan and gasp at the unbelievable pleasure these two thugs were inflicting upon her. And the worst was yet to come. Trousers slid down, and cocks sprang up. She stared hungrily as one of the thick cocks made its way toward her waiting pussy. He didn't enter her right away; instead, he rubbed his swollen organ against her moist opening, teasing her, making her ache for it. "Fuck me," she begged, squeezing the ass of her well-endowed captor. She watched eagerly as he positioned his cock at her entrance, and then slowly pushed it inside. "Yes," she hissed, clenching her teeth. "Fuck me." Hot, hard flesh drilling deeper inside her, squeezing its way inside her slick vagina. "Fuck me." She wrapped her legs around him as he began to move in and out. The first few strokes were slow and gentle, but they quickly grew faster and faster, harder and rougher, until he was slamming himself inside her, bouncing her body up and down on the narrow leather seat. While one man fucked her pussy, the other man attended to every other part of her feverish body. Her lips were kissed, her nipples were well suckled, her thighs and belly were continuously massaged. Her lust was mounting with each passing second, and she could feel an orgasm coming closer and closer with every brutal thrust of that thick cock. "Fuck me," she panted. "I'm so close..." -------------------------------------------- Clark sighed in relief as the elevator finally reached the ground floor. Why was it that whenever he was in a hurry, people always had to get off at every floor? He ran to the door and stepped outside, his eyes darting up and down the sidewalk. Just as he thought...Lois had already gotten a ride. Then he heard noise from a taxi cab parked across the street. It seemed as though the car was bouncing up and down slightly. Strangely enough, the windows were tinted dark. He decided to take a peek with his X-ray vision... And there was Lois, completely naked, her legs spread wide apart, her body rocked up and down by the insistent cock pounding she seemed to be begging for. Clark felt his heart stop. Without bothering to change into costume, he flew across the street and ripped the car door open. He pulled the thugs off of Lois and hurled them against the side of a nearby building. Lois gazed up at him, barely coherent. "Clark," she moaned. "Please...please fuck me. Please...I'm so close..." She offered her pussy to him. Clark pulled off his jacket and tried his best to cover her naked body. Without saying a word, he picked her up and carried her back across the street to the Daily Planet. "I love you, Clark," she murmured. It was the last thing she said before she fell asleep in his arms. to be continued... -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+