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Phero-Moan My Lovely	By : Dandello2000 Category: G through L > Lois & Clark Views: 4115 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the television series (Lois & Clark) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes: Pheromone My Lovely was written by Deborah Joy Levine
Lois looked in her closet for just the right thing for a seduction or an ambush depending on how you looked at it. She still couldn’t believe how hot Clark had looked in his white shirt and tie, or how much she had wanted to take him out of those trousers. She would have been willing to screw him on his desk in the middle of the newsroom but she knew he was far too modest to have gone for that.
Unlike most of the men she knew, Clark needed a gentler touch. She pulled out a black leather halter and short shorts from the back of the closet and studied them critically before putting them back. Too slutty and much too obvious. Besides, Claude had liked seeing her in the leather. Claude had also liked to accessorize it with a leather collar and cuffs so he could parade her around to his friends at Club Darque.
Claude had liked to do a lot of things she hadn’t told Clark about - things that, no doubt, would shock the farm boy when, and if, he found out about them. Claude had been an interesting and capable teacher, introducing her to things she was fairly certain even Perry would be shocked to find out about. But Claude had a major flaw had also been his undoing. He had thought his dominance of her extended outside the bedroom and when he discovered it didn’t, he had attempted to punish her by stealing her story and telling their coworkers that she was as cold and frigid as a popsicle. Perry couldn’t do anything about the stolen story, but the Daily Planet had strict rules about sexual harassment. When Lois complained about Claude’s provocative statements to her and about her – and when several other women in the building backed her up concerning Claude’s attitudes and proclivities – Perry made sure the man was on the next plane to Gotham.
She pulled out a sweatshirt and cutoffs then put those back as well. She was looking for a seduction, not a feel up behind the Tastee Freeze, although the thought of a feel up by Clark behind the Tastee Freeze was giving her stomach pleasant flutters of anticipation. His hands on her breasts, roaming down her ribs to her belly, unbuttoning her jeans to discover she was going commando. His fingers caressing her kitty lips, her little rose, exploring her as she sat on his lap, feeling his hardness against her…
She moaned in anticipation. A make-out session behind the Tastee Freeze has definitely on her list of things she wanted to do with Clark. But first she had to snare him.
The naughty schoolgirl uniform wouldn’t do either. She knew Clark preferred his women over twenty-one and she doubted his fantasies extended to schoolgirls deserving to be spanked. A rope dress was out too. Not only was it difficult to weave together by one’s self, she wasn’t sure what Clark’s reaction would be if she showed up dressed only in macramé, especially once he realized where some of the knots were and what they were for. Something else for later.
One last costume. Her favorite, even if Claude had never let her wear it. Scheherazade. She studied the bra critically, placing it against her body as she looked into the full length mirror. A gold brocade shelf bra trimmed with gold colored chains and coins. Sheer blue silk covered the tops of the breasts. Instead of the usual harem pants, the costume had a gold brocade girdle that matched the bra, with more fine gold colored chains that extended almost to her knees and coins that tinkled together as they moved. Sheer blue silk scarves made up the shirt. They parted just enough as she walked to hint at her legs without showing them.
Exotic but not slutty. It would do. She pulled out the ankle chains, bracelets and gold lace choker that went with it, along with the strappy sandals. She put everything on and considered her reflection. The top was a bit more revealing than she wanted at first sight, so she draped a large blue scarf over her bust as camouflage. She also considered whether or not she wanted to wear the gold thong that went with the costume or her ‘other’ jewelry.
After a moment’s thought she decided against either option. Although her other jewelry was extremely sensual, even provocative, she knew she was going to be driving to Clark’s place and she didn’t want any distractions on the way. Thinking about Clark was going to be distraction enough. The butterflies in her belly were dancing and it was all she could do to keep from reaching down and relieving herself right there and then. But she wanted to stay on this edge. She wanted him to know how much she wanted him
She unlocked the wooden box in the back of her closet and pulled out several ‘toys’ she thought might be useful in convincing Clark that she was the one and only woman in his life and that it was time they cut out the ‘innocent partners’ game and moved to more grown-up activities, the hard core ‘make me scream with pleasure’ ones. She knew Clark wanted her. She had seen the look in his eyes, the look that said ‘I’m undressing you and want to do nothing more than to screw you hard.’ Now she just had to get him over his shyness, to get him to act rather than simply dream about having her.
She stuffed the toys into a leather bag, grabbed her trench coat and her purse and headed to Clark’s. She knew it was late but she really didn’t care. She had an itch and he was the only one she wanted scratching it.
-o-o-o-
It was very late, but Clark had finally identified the woman holding the antique atomizer who had apparently found a way to make people drunk with desire. He just hoped the effects of the drug wore off soon. Lois declaring her love for him in the middle of the newsroom had been disconcerting, to say the least. Especially since Lex Luthor had been standing there at the time.
Clark sighed. He was tired, not physically but mentally. He had changed into sweat pants and a t-shirt hours before, but he simply couldn’t unwind enough to sleep. He thought about taking a flight around the city. He usually found that fairly relaxing, especially on quiet nights like tonight.
He was still debating about it when the doorbell rang. He hurried to answer it, opened the door and discovered Lois standing in the hallway clad in a trench coat and high heeled sandals.
“Lois,” he greeted her, surprised to see her. “It's very late.”
“Not too late, I hope. For us. For happiness,” she responded dreamily.
She undid the belt to her trench coat to reveal the outfit underneath. It wasn’t exactly skimpy, but it certainly wasn’t what he had expected to see. She sauntered up to him, a secretive smile on her face.
“Oh, no. Lois, please don't,” Clark protested but she wasn’t listening to him. She kicked the door closed behind her and dropped the trench coat on the floor. She stepped in front of him and put her arms around him.
“I love you, Clark Kent,” she told him, her voice and expression sultry, seductive. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Lois, please go home,” Clark told her.
“You're here. This is my home,” she told him. She moved closer and he backed up, making his way down the steps to the living room. She simply followed him, grabbing his arm to keep him from going too far.
“Lois, you don't know how much I've thought about, dreamt about this very moment...” Clark told her. He was frustrated beyond belief. He wanted her so badly, but not like this. “But it's not real. I mean, what you're feeling isn't real. I don't know exactly how, but there was something in the perfume that affected people in the newsroom. Made them drunk... on love, lust, whatever. Lois, I just can't take advantage of you this way.”
She smiled at him. “Clark, believe me, my feelings are real, and so are yours.”
“Lois, it’s the drug that’s making you say that,” Clark protested. “I can’t take advantage like that.”
“Maybe I want you to take advantage,” she purred. “Maybe the drug has simply brought our feelings out into the open. Put them in their proper perspective.” As she spoke she sidled closer to him. He kept backing away until his knees were against the straight back chair he kept for his father’s bad back. He sat down, still staring at her.
“Lois, please, you don’t want to do this,” Clark told her.
She pouted prettily at him. “Don’t you want me to be happy?”
“Of course I want you to be happy.”
“Then let me please you,” she told him.
“Lo-is.”
“Just sit there and enjoy the show,” Lois instructed him. She had tucked the scarf that had covered her chest into one of her bra straps, revealing the brocade and silk top. “You like what you see, don’t you?”
“Of course I like what I see,” Clark told her. “I…”
She began undulating in front of him and pulled the blue silk from her bra, exposing her breasts. He watched as she caressed herself, her nipples engorged and hard as marbles.
“Lois…” he said. He got up and attempted to grab the scarf she had thrown over her shoulder to cover her up.
“Clark, if you can’t sit still and watch, I’ll have to help you do it,” she threatened. He sat back down in the chair, wondering what she meant. He found out soon enough. She danced over to the case she’d brought with her and brought out a roll of bright blue vinyl tape about two inches wide.
“Lois, what’s that for?” he asked nervously. It wasn't that he was worried. He knew there was nothing she could do to hurt him unless she had kryptonite hidden in the case and he would have felt it if she had. It was just that this was a side to Lois he’d never suspected. It was interesting, to say the least, and he found himself both concerned and turned on by her open sensuality.
“Do you trust me?” she asked innocently.
“Yeah, I guess so,” he replied.
“Clark, either you trust me in this or you don’t.”
He sighed. “Okay, I trust you.”
“Then let me have my fun, okay? I promise not to harm you.” As she spoke, she danced closer, unwinding a length of the vinyl. She wrapped it around his wrist and the chair arm, securing him to the chair. The tape wasn’t sticky, but it stuck to itself like plastic wrap. She repeated the action on his other wrist, kissing his hand. Then she wrapped his ankles, caressing his thighs and calves through his sweat pants as she did so. Clark tested the bindings and realized that if he were human, he would be very securely bound to the chair.
She danced away, looking back over her shoulder at him. “If it gets too much, just use your safe word.”
“Safe word?” He looked at her worriedly. The situation was already very close to being ‘too much’.
“Safe word. Like your full name or ‘red’, ‘red light’. Something like that. That way I know you mean it.”
“‘Red light’ works, I guess,” Clark said.
She smiled. It was the wantonly sexual smile of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how good it was going to feel when she got it.
She started undulating again, arms raised over her head as she moved around him, dancing to music only she could hear.
She came closer, and began caressing his thighs again, working up to his crotch and the hard-on that was tenting his sweat pants. She cupped his balls through the fabric and it was all he could do to keep from trying to squirm away from her. He was Superman, but she had him at her mercy.
“Uh, Lois?”
“Yes, Clark?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m having fun with my boy toy,” she told him, looking into his eyes as she kneaded his testicles and penis through the thick fabric. “I promise not to leave any marks. At least not where anyone else can see them. You know, you’re wearing too many clothes.” She hooked her fingers into his waistband and started to pull down his pants as far as she could, exposing his genitals. He obliged by lifting himself up just enough to let her slide the pants down to his knees. He was afraid if he didn’t cooperate, her next step was to grab scissors and cut his pants off of him.
Then she started to work. He gasped as her hands touched his bare skin. Her fingers trailed down his belly, tracing patterns across his skin as she made her way downward.
“Lo-is…” he hissed, shuddering at her touch. She moved in even closer and covered his mouth with hers, nipping at his lower lip as she grabbed hold of his balls.
“Shut up boy toy. This is my game. You can have your turn later.”
“Uh, I really need to tell you I’ve never done anything like this before.” He gasped as she grabbed his erection.
“I kind of figured that,” she murmured.
“No, I mean, I’ve never…”
She pulled back to look into his face. “You’re a virgin?” She sounded delighted. “You are. You’re unicorn bait. No wonder Cat was so annoyed with you. She didn’t know she had a scared innocent on her hands.”
“I wasn’t scared and I’m not all that innocent,” Clark protested weakly.
“Jerking off to your daddy’s Playboys doesn’t count,” she purred.
“Lois, please…”
She pouted. “But I’m not done playing.” She pulled off his glasses, carefully folding them and placing them on the coffee table. Then she studied his face for a long moment. “You know, it's remarkable. I never noticed before.”
“What?” He couldn’t quite keep a tremor out of his voice.
“That you look a lot like... Superman.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Would Superman let you do this to him?”
“He might. If he wanted me badly enough.” She kissed him again on the mouth then moved to the corner of his jaw and down his neck, running her hands up under his t-shirt. “I promise not to tell.”
-o-o-o-
Lois was delighted that Clark, despite his obvious trepidations, had agreed to ‘play’ with her, allowing himself to be bound to the chair, at her mercy. She was also delighted to discover the parts of him that she’d only imagined under that towel so many months before lived up to her expectations. He was uncut and exquisitely proportioned.
She wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel his hardness against her soft nether lips as he penetrated her. She wanted to ride him like she had never ridden a man before. But he was an innocent in more ways than one. She didn’t want to scare him too badly. But he was at her mercy and she was loving every minute of it.
She kissed him on the mouth, teasing him with her tongue, exploring his teeth, his tongue, the sweetness of it. His breathing became heavy. She released his mouth and began to move down, nibbling his jaw before planting kisses on his neck. She ran her hands over his smooth chest – Claude had been a hairy beast – running her thumbs over the soft skin of his aureoles, lightly pinching his nipples beneath his thin cotton shirt.
He closed his eyes and let out a faint moan. She backed away to look at his face again. Clark really did look like Superman even down to the same cute little mark above his lip. Could it be…? It would explain so much – all those inane excuses, how Clark knew so much about the superhero. It was utterly, insanely clear and she felt like a fool for not seeing it before.
“Clark, look at me,” she ordered.
He opened his eyes.
“Do you want me?” she purred.
“Lois, you know I do, but…”
“Then watch…” She stepped back and began dancing once again to the music only she could hear. She unclipped one of the sheer skirt panels and dropped in on the floor. Clark’s eyes were glued on her. Another panel hit the floor, exposing her long legs. She ground her hips, watching Clark’s reaction to her. Two more panels fluttered to the floor. The thin chains tickled her thighs and the coins chimed musically as she shimmied around Clark’s chair. She could hear Clark’s breath coming harsh and fast.
Lois came back to stand in front of him, caressing her own breasts, teasing him with her closeness as she swayed.
“You’re killing me…” he managed to murmur.
“How do you want me?” she asked, running her hands over his broad chest and hard belly once more.
“I… um,” Clark stammered. She pressed a finger to his lips then bent over and delicately licked the tip of his shaft. He smelled good, like sea air and forest and lavender soap. Clark shuddered under the ministrations of her tongue. “Lois, what are…?”
“Shhh,” she whispered. She cupped his balls with one hand and licked him like a fudgcicle. She positioned herself to be able to see his face and saw that his eyes had darkened even further with hunger, with desire.
She snaked her fingers across his length, breathing on him, savoring his muskiness, then she made a loose fist circling his shaft. Clark’s breath became strained as she tightened the pressure and started moving her fingers upward. When she reached the tip she gently pulled his foreskin and stretched it down. He gasped as her thumb pressed into the swollen ridge on the sensitive underbelly of his shaft.
“Watch,” she ordered, smiling knowingly at him. She bent, closing the remaining distance and parted her lips, taking him in. She felt him throb and twitch as she fondled his balls. She shifted position to get access to his scrotum and licked the velvety skin there. He squirmed under her hands and mouth, his breath coming in gasps. It was exhilarating to control him this way.
“Lo-is,” he breathed.
He was so ready. A drop of pre-come exuded from the tip and she lapped it up like a cat. Then she straightened and kissed him on the mouth again, sharing his own flavor with him.
Lois stood, placed her hands on Clark’s shoulders and spread her legs wide to straddle him. She was so wet, so ready to take him. His dark eyes widened in surprise as she rubbed herself against him and he realized that she was naked beneath the girdle. She settled down onto him, feeling his hardness fill her up. She sighed at the toe curling waves of ecstasy that rolled through her body as she arched her back and rocked on Clark’s lap.
Claude had never done that for her, ever.
-o-o-o-
He hadn’t been able to move. He was trapped, mesmerized by her movements, by her scent, by her. It didn’t even occur to him to move, to stop her. He forgot that he was Superman and no bindings could hold him.
His insides quivered as she bent over, exposing even more of her breasts to his view, then she bent even further, hiding them, teasing him. Her hands and mouth on his genitals had almost been more than he could take. He had never known it could feel so incredibly good. Reading about it was no substitute for experience.
She tasted his pre-come then kissed him on the lips, letting him taste the sweet-salty muskiness for himself. He had no idea how much more he could take. She seemed to sense how close he was and moved to straddle him, rubbing the head of his penis against her soft kitty lips before engulfing him.
If having her hands and mouth on him felt good, being inside her, feeling her moist warmth swallowing him up, was utterly mind-blowing. He opened his eyes to see her watching him, expression rapt, triumphant as she rocked against him, twisting her hips to give herself and him even more pleasure. She moaned and he found himself moaning along with her. He reached out and grabbed her buttocks, gently kneading them beneath the gold brocade.
“Oh Clark,” she moaned. He moved his hands up her back, pulling her closer, into a deep sensuous kiss. He could taste her arousal on her tongue, in her breath. She shuddered and bucked and he felt her internal muscles kneading his flesh. He exploded inside her in a wave of ecstasy.
“Oh Superman,” she breathed, laying down on his chest with him still twitching inside her. That was when he realized both his hands and feet were free and they were floating above the chair.
“Oh Superman…”
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