Kent-Lane Apartment, Metropolis, New York
Lois could only look at the black, full-bodied, latex catsuited version of the Superman suit Clark was wearing. It gleamed and glistened to reflect the light bouncing off the apartment's overhead lighting. Her eyes lazily grazed a trail over the skintight ensemble. Lois was pleased how the new catsuit showcased Clark's every bulging muscle and his well-endowed cock that was outlined at his crotch. It was simply breathtaking for the twisted reporter, and Lois couldn't wait to carefully pull down his crotch zipper to free her husband's straining manhood so he could fuck her for all she was worth. But Lois knew that she had to play this the right way, as not to alert the man known the world over as Superman to any wrong-doing. She tentatively stepped forward and ran a black-nailed hand over his strong chest, lingering especially over the blood-red outline of the trademark 'S' shield. It was then something clicked in Lois' frenzied mind. Clark had been speaking this entire time, and she had been too caught up in what had to be her beloved Rubber Queen's work and how the other love of her life looked in his shiny black catsuit to even realize it. Lois looked up into Clark's sheepish face and finally heard what he had been saying.
"...and I know I should have waited for you to open it, since it was addressed to the both of us, but I was just so intrigued with what could possibly have been inside," Clark said with a shrug.
"You know, Clark," Lois began pausing long enough for her to pull him in for another long, sensuous kiss, her tongue gracefully dancing around his lips and inside his mouth. She finally pulled away and batted her eyelashes playfully for him, before continuing, "You could have simply used your X-ray vision to see what was inside."
"Now, Lois," Clark said with a wry smile on his face, "Where is the fun in that?"
"So naughty," Lois purred, unable to help herself, "I might have to punish you."
Clark pulled Lois in closer and she began to nuzzle his neck. His eyes rolled back in his head for a moment, but he caught himself. He cleared his throat and tried to continue his explanation, feeling that he owed it to the love of his life, "I've been wearing it all weekend. Waiting for you you to see me in it. Oh, and Lois, the catsuit...ah...came with...um...a butt plug."
"Oh, Clark," Lois breathed, running her own latex-bound tits over his slick and smooth chest. She was so hot, and wanted nothing more than to hike up her mini-dress and plunge her fingers in her slick pussy. It wasn't just Clark's current appearance and his open admission at how his ass was currently plugged, but it was the fact that Her Majesty, The Rubber Queen, had somehow gotten to the most powerful being on the planet. The Lady Latex and herself had worked out a cunning plan to ensnare the Man of Steel into the Rubber Queen's clutches but the woman they both viewed as their entire world was well on her way into making him the Man of Rubber. It made Lois' love, affection and devotion to the Rubber Queen grow even stronger, if that was even possible. The reporter was suddenly snapped back to reality by Clark questioning her, and she had to ask him to repeat what he said.
"I asked what do you think?" Clark asked, stepping away from her and rising off the floor of their shared apartment to give her a slow spin in mid air. His red cape billowed behind him before Clark landed back on the ground.
Lois cocked an eyebrow and murmured her response, "What do I think? Mmmmm, I think I like it too much to keep my hands off of it."
With that, Lois lowered herself down to her knees, her tits and hands sliding down the sleek, smooth material of Clark's catsuit all the while. The incredibly seductive look on Lois' face, as well as her expertly wanton teasing of his body, was too much for Clark and his cock became swollen in its skintight, latex prison. Lois bent forward and gave his crotch a long lick with her tongue, to tease him all the more, before she looked up at his pained face.
"I love you so much, Lois," Clark gasped, loving the feel of his wife reach around his body and rub his latex-bound ass. It only served to remind him how it was plugged, and Clark wanted nothing more than to free his rock-hard erection so he and Lois could fuck like rabbits for the rest of the night.
"I love you too, Clark," Lois purred, carefully unzipping his fly and allowed his huge cock to flop out. Even before Clark had the chance to sigh in mere contentment at having his erection out in the open, able to breathe and not bound in a rubbery prison, Lois had her mouth on it. She ran her tongue along the length of his entire shaft, and stopped every now and then to plant soft kisses along Clark's mammoth member. She took special time to lick and swirl her tongue on the purple head of his erection, before she kissed that too. While she was worshipping Clark's erection with her mouth and tongue, Lois paid special attention to play with the Man of Steel's balls.
Finally, Lois Lane, ace reporter for the Daily Planet, was bobbing her head up and down on her husband's erect prick like a common street whore. She was getting herself off, imagining what she must have looked like, wantonly and enthusiastically fucking her own mouth and throat with her own husband's swollen cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head and Lois began to moan and mew around the erection in her wet mouth when she imagined what life would be like once Clark fully embraced life as a rubber, latex and leather fetishist, just as she had. Once he submitted to the Rubber Queen and her world of blissful perversion. Life would simply be perfect!
The blowjob continued, and both Clark and Lois were lost in the unabashed pleasure of the experience. Finally, Lois could hear Clark utter a loud, guttural moan and Lois embraced for what was coming next. Clark came wildly in her mouth, and Lois swallowed as much of his seed as possible but some of his cum did leak from the corners of her mouth, some of it pooling in her cleavage and on his own shiny latex dress. Lois licked up as much of it as possible, while rubbing the rest into the sleek, unnatural fabric, only adding to the overall sheen of the dress. Lois then bent down and proceeded to clean Clark's cock of any excess jism, before she threw her head back, her eyes half-lidded in total ecstasy.
"So, Clark," Lois murmured, "What's next?"
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Oliver Queen's Loft, Star City
Oliver walked into his loft apartment after a long day and passed his the panel where he kept his secret supply of bows and arrows. At least he wasn't needed to thwart any crime or vanquish any villains in his alter-ego of the Green Arrow. He was still couldn't shake how much the woman in latex, Christy was her name, shared with him about her unique sexual lifestyle. Oliver ran a hand through his goatee a few times. He never thought about spicing up his and Dinah's love life in such a way, but Christy seemed so passionate about her lifestyle choice that she just had to share it. Maybe there was something to it, he thought.
He went to his refrigerator and poured himself a glass of water, before making his way over to the control panel of his computer. He needed to see if any of the other 'Arrows' or Justice League members left him any messages before he called it a night.
That was before he saw movement out of the corner of his eye in his bedroom. He called out Dinah's name, and he heard a low, carefree laugh that wasn't typical of the Dinah he knew. He smiled, knowing that maybe Dinah was playing a game of some sort with him. Did she too want to spice up their relationship?
Oliver made his way toward the sound of the laughter. He didn't need to worry about any wrong-doing, since his loft was equipped with the best security system a man of Oliver's considerable wealth and connections could ask for. He knew only one other person had the code to get in, and that was Dinah Lance. So when he walked into his dark bedroom, he didn't need to fear anyone that wished to do him harm. What he saw, though, gave Oliver Queen quite the shock.
"Hello, Ollie," Dinah purred, laying seductively on his kingsized bed.
She was dressed in her usual fishnet stockings, but that was where everything that was familiar with the Black Canary's wardrobe ended. She wore a shiny black latex bra, waist clincher, thong and sky-high stiletto heels. Her body was completely on display and Oliver couldn't help but think back to Christy's long talk about her latex lifestyle. Just looking at his girlfriend caused Ollie's cock to twitch to life in his trousers.
Dinah noticed this and giggled again, before purring in her huskiest of voice, "Like what you see?"
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