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Adult +
Chapters:
7
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17,520
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Red K Summer
TITLE: Red K Summer
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
FANDOM: Smallville
SHIP: Clark / Other / Chloe...
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three
UNIVERSE: A look at how Clark spent his summer between the end of Season Two and the beginning of Season Three.
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The WB and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - Deton8@mweb.co.za
CHAPTER ONE
Metropolis, 1am, Saturday, Down town, Club Dare
The club was pumping, full almost to capacity with everyone bumping and grinding in the erratically lit dimness. He could feel the vibration from the base through the cushions of the plush couch he was reclining in. The VIP booth was stylish and gave him the privacy he required while still allowing him to watch the masses writhing to the music.
He let his hand rest lightly on the dark hair of the head that was currently bobbing up and down on his lap. The light caught the red stone on the ring he wore and it sparkled as he applied a little pressure. He groaned. The girl had a magic mouth and apparently no gag reflex. He had chosen her for her resemblance to Lana, but hadn't expected such hidden talent. She was a little taller and more curvy with a fair amount more on top. He'd singled her out of the crowd, sidled up to her and then promptly and very obviously ignored her. The appearance of wealth, a bad boy attitude and being impervious to strong liquor had done the rest. A couple of cocktails, a few shots, some sweet talk and promises and a bottle of Chrystal and he'd only had to make out with her for about five minutes before she let his hand slide up her skirt and another fifteen before she had her head in his lap. Her name was Missy, or Minnie or Mitsy, he knew it started with an M, but wasn't sure, so he just encouraged her with an "Oh baby" and his hand in her hair.
It felt good, really good, but he could go on like this for hours. He worked his hand down the low scoop of her top and cupped her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra. You had to love the chicks in Metropolis clubs, hardly any of them did. Her nipple was a rubbery little nub pressing into his palm and he rolled it as he massaged her firm, tit-flesh with his fingers, eliciting a humming moan from her around his shaft. The girl was a champion, fucking cock-sucker. He'd find out about the fucking later, he was sure. Her breast was just more than a handful for him and he explored the warm, smooth flesh freely drawing more vibrating moans from dark haired girl.
He noticed the heavy curtain that served as the booths door wasn't quite completely drawn and that the one of the booth across from him wasn't drawn at all. It seems he had an audience, and a familiar one at that. He fleetingly wondered how she had found him and gotten access to the VIP booth, but then Mischa, that was her name, did something exotic with her tongue and thought became inconsequential for a few moments. He should have known it would only be a matter of time. She was a reporter after all and stubborn to boot. He groaned his encouragement as the girl buried her nose in his pubes and massaged the iron tube of his erection with her throat. She started to back-off and he was tempted to hold her there, it felt that good, but he figured: Why force it. She seemed to be enjoying what she was doing and would most likely do it again of her own volition and he wasn't wrong.
He watched his blonde friend. He hadn't noticed before, but Chloe had quite a good body under her impishly cute face. A good figure, a fair sized rack and shapely legs you could lick honey off of, all-in-all not a bad package. She was still being furtive, just snatching glances. Was she still trying to make sure it was him or was she interested in what he was doing or having done to him? There was no way she could not know what the girl was doing. He wondered if she could hear the wet slurping sounds her wonderful mouth was making as it dragged up and down his member. There appeared to be someone else in the booth, someone out of his line of sight, who she was talking to periodically.
He decided to have some fun. He timed her furtive glances and then threw his head back. Closing his eyes to mere slits, so that they looked like they were closed, but he could still watch her. Next he deliberated gathered the girls hair in his fist and away from around her face, so that there were no obstructions to Chloe's view. He added a slow thrust of his hips to fuck into Mischa's talented mouth and, unnecessarily, used the fist full of hair to direct her attentions. The girl actually found his interaction to be encouraging and seemed to renew her efforts to drain him through his cock. He was almost sorry to do what he was going to, not out of any concern for the girl, but he doubted she'd be amenable to a repeat performance an she was really, really good.
He trained his hearing on Chloe, already noticing that she was no longer being furtive, she was watching them directly, intently. He could hear her breathing, it was ragged and her heart was pounding. Her eyes were wide and bright and her hands played nervously with the hem of her, by Metropolis standards, modest black dress as she watched Clark getting an expert blowjob. He let his control ease and let the pleasure and pressure in his balls build as Mischa used his cock like it was a popsicle on the hottest day of the year.
Clark watched her little pink tongue peek out to lick her lower lip before pinning it behind her upper teeth. Clark was surprised. He thought she would have turned away by now, but she seemed to actually be watching him more intently. Maybe, it would seem, journalism and voyeurism were only right situation apart. He smiled inwardly and wondered what else Chloe Sullivan might like. He watched Chloe wave off who ever else was in the booth without her eyes ever leaving the oral showcase he was presenting her.
He felt himself getting close to peaking. He had found out in his first few sexual encounters he had to control his orgasm. He came quite a lot in terms of volume if he just gave over to it completely. It tended to freak women out, it had freaked him and the high-class call girl he'd lost his virginity to after he'd robbed his first bank. He praised Mischa's efforts and gave her the courtesy of a warning about his eminent eruption. To, her crowning credit, she didn't take her lips from his member, she just eased back so that just the head was in her mouth and skimmed her fist up and down the length of him. He almost felt bad for her. He took a perverse pleasure in watching Chloe actually lean forward in her seat as he dropped any pretense of control and let his balls boil over with a quiet grunt.
She squeaked in surprise as his first spurt completely filled her mouth and tried to jerk her mouth off him. He had taken hold of her neck with her hair still wrapped around his hand and held her in place for his second spurt hearing her gasp and choke as she desperately tried to swallow. His eyes never left Chloe as he stared directly at her. He finally let her pull off him, spluttering, coughing and cursing. Chloe's mouth gaped open and he followed her wide-eyed gaze. His member stood proud, erect, twitching and glistening with saliva. He caught her eye at last and saw her start guiltily, but she didn't turn away.
He had let the girl back off, but he hadn't relinquished the hold on her neck and she struggled uselessly, cursing at him. With, a lopsided smile, he nodded back down to his crotch and released the rest of his load directly onto Mischa's startled face in four large, thick, heavy spurts of jism, effectively covering it. He let her go. A string of semen still connected the tip of his cock to her face as she screamed at him and then got up and ran from the booth. "Call me!" he shouted after her and chuckled.
The moment had shattered and Chloe seemed to be freed from her entrancement with him and his dick. A head popped around the open curtain, drawn by the commotion of Mischa's screaming exit and he got his first look at the other person that had been in the booth with Chloe. She was a feisty looking brunette and he heard Chloe refer to her as Lois as she grabbed up her jacket and purse and told her she had to leave. The brunette flicked her eyes down to his crotch and h saw a look of appreciation in her eyes and he grinned at her before he tucked away his semi-limp cock and zipped up his trousers. He heard Lois tell Chloe to wait for her when she pulled her head back into their booth, but the blonde was already rushing out of the booth.
He watched for a moment as she pushed her way through the crowd, heading toward the rear exit as he had guessed she would. Did she think it would be that easy? He was a blurr that nobody noticed as he zipped out the front entrance and around to the alley where the door of the rear exit would deposit her.
TO BE CONTINUED
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
FANDOM: Smallville
SHIP: Clark / Other / Chloe...
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three
UNIVERSE: A look at how Clark spent his summer between the end of Season Two and the beginning of Season Three.
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The WB and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - Deton8@mweb.co.za
CHAPTER ONE
Metropolis, 1am, Saturday, Down town, Club Dare
The club was pumping, full almost to capacity with everyone bumping and grinding in the erratically lit dimness. He could feel the vibration from the base through the cushions of the plush couch he was reclining in. The VIP booth was stylish and gave him the privacy he required while still allowing him to watch the masses writhing to the music.
He let his hand rest lightly on the dark hair of the head that was currently bobbing up and down on his lap. The light caught the red stone on the ring he wore and it sparkled as he applied a little pressure. He groaned. The girl had a magic mouth and apparently no gag reflex. He had chosen her for her resemblance to Lana, but hadn't expected such hidden talent. She was a little taller and more curvy with a fair amount more on top. He'd singled her out of the crowd, sidled up to her and then promptly and very obviously ignored her. The appearance of wealth, a bad boy attitude and being impervious to strong liquor had done the rest. A couple of cocktails, a few shots, some sweet talk and promises and a bottle of Chrystal and he'd only had to make out with her for about five minutes before she let his hand slide up her skirt and another fifteen before she had her head in his lap. Her name was Missy, or Minnie or Mitsy, he knew it started with an M, but wasn't sure, so he just encouraged her with an "Oh baby" and his hand in her hair.
It felt good, really good, but he could go on like this for hours. He worked his hand down the low scoop of her top and cupped her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra. You had to love the chicks in Metropolis clubs, hardly any of them did. Her nipple was a rubbery little nub pressing into his palm and he rolled it as he massaged her firm, tit-flesh with his fingers, eliciting a humming moan from her around his shaft. The girl was a champion, fucking cock-sucker. He'd find out about the fucking later, he was sure. Her breast was just more than a handful for him and he explored the warm, smooth flesh freely drawing more vibrating moans from dark haired girl.
He noticed the heavy curtain that served as the booths door wasn't quite completely drawn and that the one of the booth across from him wasn't drawn at all. It seems he had an audience, and a familiar one at that. He fleetingly wondered how she had found him and gotten access to the VIP booth, but then Mischa, that was her name, did something exotic with her tongue and thought became inconsequential for a few moments. He should have known it would only be a matter of time. She was a reporter after all and stubborn to boot. He groaned his encouragement as the girl buried her nose in his pubes and massaged the iron tube of his erection with her throat. She started to back-off and he was tempted to hold her there, it felt that good, but he figured: Why force it. She seemed to be enjoying what she was doing and would most likely do it again of her own volition and he wasn't wrong.
He watched his blonde friend. He hadn't noticed before, but Chloe had quite a good body under her impishly cute face. A good figure, a fair sized rack and shapely legs you could lick honey off of, all-in-all not a bad package. She was still being furtive, just snatching glances. Was she still trying to make sure it was him or was she interested in what he was doing or having done to him? There was no way she could not know what the girl was doing. He wondered if she could hear the wet slurping sounds her wonderful mouth was making as it dragged up and down his member. There appeared to be someone else in the booth, someone out of his line of sight, who she was talking to periodically.
He decided to have some fun. He timed her furtive glances and then threw his head back. Closing his eyes to mere slits, so that they looked like they were closed, but he could still watch her. Next he deliberated gathered the girls hair in his fist and away from around her face, so that there were no obstructions to Chloe's view. He added a slow thrust of his hips to fuck into Mischa's talented mouth and, unnecessarily, used the fist full of hair to direct her attentions. The girl actually found his interaction to be encouraging and seemed to renew her efforts to drain him through his cock. He was almost sorry to do what he was going to, not out of any concern for the girl, but he doubted she'd be amenable to a repeat performance an she was really, really good.
He trained his hearing on Chloe, already noticing that she was no longer being furtive, she was watching them directly, intently. He could hear her breathing, it was ragged and her heart was pounding. Her eyes were wide and bright and her hands played nervously with the hem of her, by Metropolis standards, modest black dress as she watched Clark getting an expert blowjob. He let his control ease and let the pleasure and pressure in his balls build as Mischa used his cock like it was a popsicle on the hottest day of the year.
Clark watched her little pink tongue peek out to lick her lower lip before pinning it behind her upper teeth. Clark was surprised. He thought she would have turned away by now, but she seemed to actually be watching him more intently. Maybe, it would seem, journalism and voyeurism were only right situation apart. He smiled inwardly and wondered what else Chloe Sullivan might like. He watched Chloe wave off who ever else was in the booth without her eyes ever leaving the oral showcase he was presenting her.
He felt himself getting close to peaking. He had found out in his first few sexual encounters he had to control his orgasm. He came quite a lot in terms of volume if he just gave over to it completely. It tended to freak women out, it had freaked him and the high-class call girl he'd lost his virginity to after he'd robbed his first bank. He praised Mischa's efforts and gave her the courtesy of a warning about his eminent eruption. To, her crowning credit, she didn't take her lips from his member, she just eased back so that just the head was in her mouth and skimmed her fist up and down the length of him. He almost felt bad for her. He took a perverse pleasure in watching Chloe actually lean forward in her seat as he dropped any pretense of control and let his balls boil over with a quiet grunt.
She squeaked in surprise as his first spurt completely filled her mouth and tried to jerk her mouth off him. He had taken hold of her neck with her hair still wrapped around his hand and held her in place for his second spurt hearing her gasp and choke as she desperately tried to swallow. His eyes never left Chloe as he stared directly at her. He finally let her pull off him, spluttering, coughing and cursing. Chloe's mouth gaped open and he followed her wide-eyed gaze. His member stood proud, erect, twitching and glistening with saliva. He caught her eye at last and saw her start guiltily, but she didn't turn away.
He had let the girl back off, but he hadn't relinquished the hold on her neck and she struggled uselessly, cursing at him. With, a lopsided smile, he nodded back down to his crotch and released the rest of his load directly onto Mischa's startled face in four large, thick, heavy spurts of jism, effectively covering it. He let her go. A string of semen still connected the tip of his cock to her face as she screamed at him and then got up and ran from the booth. "Call me!" he shouted after her and chuckled.
The moment had shattered and Chloe seemed to be freed from her entrancement with him and his dick. A head popped around the open curtain, drawn by the commotion of Mischa's screaming exit and he got his first look at the other person that had been in the booth with Chloe. She was a feisty looking brunette and he heard Chloe refer to her as Lois as she grabbed up her jacket and purse and told her she had to leave. The brunette flicked her eyes down to his crotch and h saw a look of appreciation in her eyes and he grinned at her before he tucked away his semi-limp cock and zipped up his trousers. He heard Lois tell Chloe to wait for her when she pulled her head back into their booth, but the blonde was already rushing out of the booth.
He watched for a moment as she pushed her way through the crowd, heading toward the rear exit as he had guessed she would. Did she think it would be that easy? He was a blurr that nobody noticed as he zipped out the front entrance and around to the alley where the door of the rear exit would deposit her.
TO BE CONTINUED