She who could find a way out of almost any situation, or into any situation that would help her scoop the competition. And this discomfort was all because she, Lois Lane, who many said was one of the most beautiful girls in Metropolis, was a virgin, whose sweet vagina had never known the joy of a hard cock thrusting inside it.

Perry had kissed her neck on that oh-so-tender spot beneath her right ear, drawing his knee up between her thighs to the hotspot that was even now responding wetly to the unwanted stimulation. Her mind rebelled at being touch by a man thirty years older than her twenty-three, but her awe of the Chief and her fear of his power over her made her part her lips when his mouth came down on hers. Lois' problem was that, now out of her teens, she was getting no regular sex from anyone. It was by her own choice that she had avoided such things, on religious and moral grounds, but she felt that she would be very inclined to surrender her virginity to Superman, if he were ever to want it, if he ever swept her into those strooooong arms, tore her clothes away and thrust his Cock of Steel up into her tender, wanting pussy.

But this was no Superman who was prying her thighs apart on the desk right now, but the paunchy, grey-haired editor of the newspaper, the man with the power to keep her down, let her rise, or fire her on any pretext. It was a situation in which Lois had absolutely no experience, for Perry was the only boss she had had in the last four years, and her existence depended on his approval. Now she was faced with this bad situation, or that of possibly losing her job. But when Jimmy Olsen burst into the room, his tight black hair in an Afro and a brilliant smile shining from his dark brown face, saving her from a fate worse than unemployment, she breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief.

"Miss Lane, Chief," Jimmy burbled, the position in which he had caught them not lost on him. "Superman's here, in the offices. He has something important to tell us, he says."