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The fight didn’t give Kon much time to think and he just didn’t have the energy for contemplation by the time it was over. He flew back to Lexcorp, chiefly because of how close it was, and found that with typical Luthoran efficiency, the windows to ‘his’ office opened up to let him in when he approached.

He floated inside, touched down, and walked to the bathroom. No matter how much of an asshole Lex had been, his shower looked mighty good. And the water ran hot in the first nanosecond Kon twisted the dial around. He stripped, leaving his jeans and T-shirt in a heap on the otherwise pristine bathroom floor, and climbed in to let the shower soak him.

He was surprised to find that, in addition to the shower being the size of a walk-in closet, it had a little bench he could sit down on while still getting sprayed by the showerheads. Multiple.

He did so, groaning as his weight came off his feet, and put some lackadaisical effort into scrubbing his body as he sagged there. Jerk though Lex might have been, he knew how to live. Kon happily sat down until the very end of the shower, when he grunted his way to his feet, rinsed off and stepped out.

Suddenly, he was faced with Eve Teschmacher—Lex’s secretary. She looked good behind a desk, but she looked even better with nothing blocking the view: her curly blonde hair, hazel eyes, curvy breasts, well-turned ass, and long shapely legs. She was the type that would turn any man into a Casanova, even if he’d taken a vow of chastity. And she was holding a towel.

“Would you like me to dry you off, sir?”

“Dry me… dry me,” Kon stammered, before realizing how naked he was. Unless he’d missed a soap sud, there was nothing to keep Eve from seeing him fresh from the shower. He grabbed the towel from her. “What are you doing here?”

“Anticipating your needs. That’s my job.”

“You think I need you to dry me off?” Kon demanded, tying the towel around his midsection.

“You might. If you do, I need to be here to offer my services.”

“But I’m naked!”

“My work can’t be put on hold just because you’re not wearing clothes.” Eve beamed at him. “You seem tense. Would you like a massage?”

Actually, that did sound pretty nice. He was still carrying some tension from the fight and now that he was all clean and dewy from the shower, a rubdown sounded like the exact thing he would go looking for. And here it was, being offered to him free of charge.

It struck him as the sort of thing Clark might frown upon, but that seemed of dwindling importance now that Kon was here, on the precipice of getting a good massage.

“Metallo did punch me through a building,” he reasoned out loud.

Eve took his hand with a cooing smile of sympathy. “Come along. Let’s get you sorted.”

“Shouldn’t I get dressed?” Kon wondered.

“For a massage?” Eve asked, investing the question with such incredulousness that Kon had to agree the notion was ridiculous.

She led him to another of the seemingly endless array of rooms attached to Lex’s office, this one a relaxing space with half the walls taken up by a floor-to-ceiling aquarium. The actual room itself revolved around a massage table that looked like it cost more than a new car.

Eve shoved Kon down on top of it. He fit into the ergonomic contours and it felt more comfortable than his bed. Then she adjusted the towel—pulling it out from under him so that it was only draped over his ass, no longer a kilt he was ‘wearing’.

Kon felt quite a bit more exposed, even though he was showing no more skin… any misgivings associated with the feeling went away as he reasoned that he was only being exposed to Eve. He rested his head on folded arms, getting comfortable.

“Let’s see what we can do about you being sore tomorrow,” Eve said, clapping her hands together, and Kon had no idea from that statement if she was for or against.

Eve began kneading his shoulders, an unmistakable eagerness in her touch. Kon groaned, caught between pleasure and trepidation. He slowly gave into his own anticipation, his desire for more and more and more of Eve’s touch.

Eve could actually see his tense muscles unclenching under her grinding fingers. She worked her way down his back until she was at the edge of his towel. Kon couldn’t be said to hesitate, as he wasn’t doing anything, but he did hold his breath. It felt like his heart skipped a beat as well, with him wondering what Eve was going to do.

She slipped her hands down to his ribs, rubbing and stroking his skin. It was flushed and tender from the shower and he welcomed her touch as it went to his hips. The way she gripped him made Kon think of how a man would grasp a woman as he did her doggy style. He was gratified it felt so good; he’d hate to think it was uncomfortable for the bitch he was fucking.

Kon tried to shake off that thought, but there seemed to be no thinking of anything else while Eve reached under his towel, petting his flanks. There was nothing intimate about the touch, it was as soothing there as it had been elsewhere, but Kon still felt his cock hardening against the plush massage table. Right then, as aroused as he was, even rubbing his cock against that well-upholstered inanimate object felt exquisite.

Slowly Eve became aware of Kon’s ass moving. She allowed herself to stare at it and saw that, yes, it was lifting and dropping ever so slightly. Kon was prodding his cock into the padding—fucking it with his naked manhood while she massaged him.

The thought of the fat, beautiful prick she had seen him sporting as he came out of the shower—all hot and hard and eager to spurt its load of cum everywhere it could go—being wasted on the massage table that could give so little pleasure to him in return—it just drove Eve batty. She put her hands on Kon’s lower back again, but this time she slid them underneath the towel to squeeze and fondle his bare ass.

“Oh geez,” Kon groaned as she roughly pushed and kneaded into the firm muscle of his ass. “That feels awesome, Ms. Teschmacher!”

His legs slowly parted and Kon lifted his toned ass to meet Eve’s hands. She cupped both of his cheeks in her slender hands, rubbing and squeezing them ever more roughly, and pushing down in sync with Kon’s rutting motions. With her help, Kon gave in more fully to his lust, fucking faster while Eve literally pushed him harder into his masturbation.

Kon’s eyes were closed as he humped the massage table with ever-growing vigor. Eve could see how ardent his lust had grown, but it seemed to her like he was so far gone into his fantasy that he wouldn’t realize how obvious it had become to her. Her busily working fingers brushed aside his towel and she enjoyed the sight of his bare ass as much as the feel of it.

“Holy… Ms. Teschmacher…” Kon moaned, feeling her hands slide over his parted thighs. His legs opened even more, letting her see his scrotum bulging with cum.

“Does this feel good?” Eve asked teasingly, massaging the insides of his thighs, feeling the hair on his swollen balls with her knuckles.

“Yeah, yeah! Don’t stop, please don’t—“

The massage table suddenly creaked, cracking, and Kon froze. Eve’s hands kept molding his firm ass, but she did it without thinking, paying more attention to his face as he realized what he’d been doing. Then Eve looked down, to shamelessly admire his oversized balls. She leaned in close to them, until their aroused heat hit her in the face, and the strong masculine scent filled her appreciative nose. Her lips parted with desire.

“Kon, you’ve been pleasuring yourself, haven’t you?”

There was silence. Then Kon spoke without daring to open his eyes. “I… I can’t help myself.”

“I understand,” Eve breathed. “Sometimes I touch myself too.”

She hadn’t meant to say that. It had just popped out, and even as it dawned on her that it had been said and that it was too late to take it back, Eve couldn’t regret telling him. She wet her lips, her tongue staying out of her mouth—then extended it to touch to Kon’s ballsack, tasting the musk nestled among his wiry hairs.

Eve couldn’t believe she had done it, any more than that she had admitted to masturbating. But the exciting nearness of Kon’s naked body, the size and hardness of his impressive cock, they beat down all her misgivings. She felt like she could be as depraved and sinful as she wanted to be with him.

“Would you like me to help you come?” she breathed, cupping his warm balls in her hands and squeezing them inside her sweaty palms.

Kon’s body stiffened, feeling Eve’s soft hands both relieving and intensifying the ache in his throbbing balls. He’d never thought something like this could happen to him. It all felt like some erotic daydream, but with every second that passed, Kon sank deeper into it. He wasn’t waking up. This was the real thing. He’d no sooner entertained a fantasy about sweet, sensual Ms. Teschmacher than it’d come true!

Eve took a hand from his balls—even with their heft, she only needed one to play with them—and slid her freed fingers under his belly until she’d touched his phallus. She wrapped her fingers around it, adding a squeezing pleasure to what Kon was feeling as she rolled his balls in her hand.

“Oh man… holy crap… Ms. Teschmacher!” Kon groaned, his voice warning her to pull back as he rolled over onto his back.

Eve had to let go of him when he twisted his body around, but then his cock thrust up into the air, standing up so straight as he settled onto his back that it was like he’d suddenly gone from flaccid to erect. She took hold of his towering prick, rubbing it hotly up and down.

“Fuck, my balls!” Kon moaned, and although it clearly wasn’t an order, Eve moved to obey anyway.

She reached for his big balls with her other hand, while her eyes stayed locked on his enormous manhood. The purple head at the top of his nine thick inches shined with precum, more of it drooling down from his flaring slit.

“Uhhhh, Ms. Teschmacher!” Kon gasped when her fingers squeezed a little too hard.

Eve’s clit stiffened, her hungry pussy aching as it trembled, every little shift inside making her feel the slippery juices that now filled it. She wanted more, but she couldn’t bear to let go of Kon’s prick. Even if that would let him put it where it would do far more good.

The masculine heat of his magnificent erection burned at Eve’s palm and fingers. Even the precum seeping from his tip was hot. She felt the rigid veins on his thick dick, filled with hot blood, and her senses reeled as she imagined feeling that engorged member inside her taut folds instead.

Maddened, her head swimming, her vision even blurring, Eve grabbed Kon’s huge prick with both hands. She stroked it up and down, chanting mindlessly for him to “Come, come!” Her dilated eyes pored over his burgeoning cockhead. “Come, Kon! Shoot your load all over me! Give Ms. Teschmacher your cum!”

Kon grunted, feeling her fist slam down on his balls with every overwhelming downstroke. Being a mortal woman, she literally couldn’t make a dent in his scrotum, but she still made him grunt with the sheer insane force she was bringing to bear on pleasuring him.

She’d have to pound on his balls a lot harder to make him have any reservations about letting this beautiful, big-titted blonde fondle his cock. She was begging for him to pump his hot cum all over her while her creamy breasts were jiggling halfway out of her low-cut top. Seeing her in such a state, Kon almost felt a pang of shame—how could he be staring at a woman in such an intimate moment?

Then the realization hit: look at her, hell, he could do whatever he wanted to her! He sat up, grabbing hold of her blouse, and ripping it right off her body. Eve cooed—not just aroused, not just tingling deep inside, but feeling an actual physical relief to having her proud breasts jiggling out in the open air. Then Kon buried his face in her warm, sweet-scented cleavage.

“Yes! Yes!” Eve cried, shaking her shoulders to rub her soft breasts all over Kon’s face. “Suck them! Suck!”

Though he was nearly stunned by actually having his face surrounded by Eve’s voluptuous breasts, Kon managed to move his mouth around until he caught onto one of her nipples. The moment Eve felt the liquid heat of his lips wrapped around her long, rigid nipples, her clit panged and sparked. Her pulsing sex was already overflowing with cream and as much as she’d felt like she was coming when he had stripped her upper body bare, now Eve was definite. She had just squirted with Superboy sucking on her nipple.