Big Dick, Smallville, Chapter 9: Victoria
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Dad and I were in the media room, watching football on the big screen. Dad made a couple comments about how I was way better than any of the players, and since it was true, I let it go. It felt like bad sportsmanship to rub it in like that, though. "Idiot!" He shouted, as the quarterback got tackled. "Man, if that was you, the guy wouldn't even have touched you," he said, taking a drink. "I made the wrong bet, this team sucks."

"I mean, you know how it is, Dad. Any given Sunday," I said, and he let out a sigh, even rolling his eyes. He didn't do any better than chance. Frankly, I think he did worse. People like betting on longshots, since turning a hundred into three hundred feels better than turning it into a hundred-fifty, and it makes the odds on them worse. My dad was no exception, as he had once again bet on the team that was the favorite to lose.

"Bah. They should be doing better," he said, waving his hand angrily at the screen before taking another long swig of his beer bottle.

I decided to change the subject from his probably-lost money. "How'd it go with that chick you met on Tinder?" I'd used the app a couple times, but it was just so impersonal. Part of what makes a girl hot is her personality, and the only personality I could ever identify from a profile was "crazy bitch". I felt bad for my dad, since he was relying on it to meet chicks nowadays. I knew I was getting the best results, since Tinder had an Elo, and it was still like a dead version of sex.

"Flaked again," he said, then belched. "Fucking ref!" He said, throwing a bit of trash at the screen as the ref made what I could only assume was a perfectly reasonable call that made Dad's chances of winning his money even worse. A loud knock came from the door. "Go check the door, kid," he said, and I got up to do exactly that, opening it to see Lex Luthor.

"Hello," he said, offering his hand. "I'm Lex, we met earlier at my plant."

"I remember." I decided to take his hand and shake it. "Surprised to see you coming down here. Worried I'm going to sue?"

"No, I wanted to offer my personal thanks," he said. "You helped save the lives of the hostages, and while my father denies all responsibility, the information you gave may help Earl Jenkins survive his condition. I personally have seen to ensuring he receives the best medical care possible."

"Okay. Good for you." Really had no idea why he was telling me this.

He let out a small laugh. "Sorry. What I mean to say is, thank you, Dick. I wanted to extend a bit more gratitude than just saying those words, so..." He paused, taking a step back, and gesturing towards the driveway. There was what was presumably his car - some sleek overpriced thing rich idiots bought because they couldn't think of anything better to spend their money on and were haunted by the idea of it just accruing interest, it could've been a Lamborghini or a BMW or a Mercedes-Benz, I actively avoided giving a shit - but also a second car, wrapped in a big old gift bow. It was a fairly nice red sports car. "I didn't want to go crazy on it." Oh. Just buying me a car, nothing crazy. "I'll have to write you a check if you want it, since there's taxes and registration fees and all that. I assume your father won't be opposed?"

"Hey Dad," I called out back into the home. "Guy wants to give me a free car, says he'll pay for taxes. Can I have it?"

"Yeah," Dad called back. "Wait, guy?" He added, a moment later.

"Yeah," I said, turning my attention back to Lex.

"In addition, if you choose to pursue legal action against LuthorCorp for some reason, this is in no way a payoff. That's in the paperwork too. You did a truly good thing, and you deserve a reward for it. That's all this is."

"Well... thanks," I said. It was weird. I hadn't previously been rewarded for doing the right thing, unless you counted sexually satisfying needy women. Or sex because a girl liked me more after I did the right thing. Okay, I could think of plenty of times I'd been rewarded for doing the right thing. Just not with an expensive new car.

"I'm hosting a charity gala at the Luthor Hall Collection at the Metropolis Museum; you can consider yourself invited. You can bring a girlfriend as well."

"I don't have a girlfriend," I said, pretty much on reflex - it was something that I had to make clear to the girls I was fucking, so nobody got too attached and thought they were special just because I made them come their brains out. Lex looked at me with obvious suspicion in his eyes, one eyebrow rising in challenge. I guess I am a six foot buff, gregarious guy, so it'd be pretty hard to believe I was single, but at the very least I could be between girlfriends, so I had no idea why he was particularly suspicious. "I have girls I like and have sex with." He let out a laugh at that, lips curling up into a genuine smile.

"Well, if any of them would like to go on a date like that, you can feel free to invite them. Otherwise, if you've got an interest in history, you can just come to the gala."

"I might go, sure," I said, with a shrug. To be honest, I was planning on it the moment he invited me. It was a chance for me to possibly find a lonely woman who was really, genuinely rich. Obviously I wasn't going to get hitched to some chick just because she had eight or nine digits of assets, but sex with well-off women was very nice because if you were good at it (I was), the women will give you all sorts of nice gifts.

"I'll look forward to seeing you again," he said, starting to leave before turning back. "Oh, and, one last time in case I forgot, Dick - thanks for what you did."

"You're welcome," I said, earning another smile and laugh.

"Not the humble type, I see." He gave me a clap on the shoulder, before heading back to his own car and driving off.

I watched the rest of the game with my dad. He, predictably, lost his money and got mad at the team he bet on.

* * *

Moira had actually been incredibly interested in getting me a proper suit when I mentioned that I needed the money for it. She pretty much treated me like a doll to play dress-up with the whole time, and barely even seemed to think about our normal post-purchase screw. Well, until it was well and truly fitted and tailored. Then she was a woman in heat. I guess she liked guys that were dressed nice.

The charity gala itself was weird. A lot of old people were there, naturally, and I could chat with them well enough, but I wasn't here to meet old dudes and older ladies. I looked around for any attractive girls who were single, and soon found one.

I just walked right up to her without hesitation, planting one hand gently on her bare shoulder to get her attention. "Hmm?" She hummed, turning my way. Her eyes seemed interested, as she took me in. I was definitely interested in her - she looked only a few years older than me, early twenties rather than teen, and she also looked smoking hot, and given she was here, probably rich. "Oh. Hello."

"Hello," I said, offering her my hand. "Dick. You are?"

She took my hand, and I naturally spun it around and kissed the back, earning a small laugh from her. Yeah, she was interested. One trick with women, to tell if they're interested or not, is to do just one thing that pushes at the limits of what's normal flirting and conversation. If they laugh it off and smile, they're generally into it. Unless it's an uncomfortable laugh or an awkward smile, obviously. "Victoria Hardwick," she said, like the name should mean something to me. It probably would have, if I wasn't invited here out of some sense of gratitude on the part of Lex, and instead had been another rich guy.

"Nice to meet you, Victoria," I said, like I actually knew who the fuck the Hardwicks were. "Want to grab a quick drink before the main festivities start? If you can call them festivities, anyway."

She smiled gingerly at that. "Sure."

* * *

Within ten minutes, we'd made our way to a supply closet, and she was panting as our lips mashed against one another, her hands running up under my shirt to slide up my chest. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, in between kisses.

It was such a ridiculously cliched line that my bottled response came out of my lips on automatic. "Well, you are, and I'm glad you are," I told her, my own hands groping that lovely round rump of hers as our lips pushed into each other once again. Her lips tasted faintly of strawberries, as we kissed, my fingers sinking into her nice ass as her tits pushed into my chest.

For a long few moments, her hands were only concerned with my chest, running along my abs, my pecs - but then she pressed deep enough against me to feel my erection, and her eyebrows rose, a faint hum of curiosity escaping her lips. One hand slid down at that point, worming its way into my suit pants, and she let out a gasp of surprise as her fingers wrapped around my cock, as her senses informed her that the thick, hard thing she felt in between my legs wasn't a toy or some rolled up socks or any other kind of stuffing, but my actual, genuine cock.

"That's big," she breathed out.

"Want to see if it fits?" I asked her. Women generally did - after all, they'd never get an opportunity to try out a real cock as big as mine probably ever again in their life.

There was a moment of genuine hesitation, her eyes going to the door, and I honestly thought maybe she was one of those girls who actually would stop you at some point because they don't want it. Then she turned around, putting her hands against the wall. "I like it from behind," she told me. "Don't make a mess," she added, as I pushed up her dress.

"Wasn't planning on it," I told her, pushing her panties to one side before slipping inside her waiting sex. She gasped at the feeling of me filling her up, slowly but surely making my way inside. One of my hands slid around her, finding her clit and teasing it with my fingertips. By the way her breath quickened and her heart rate rose, I could tell she liked it, as I rolled my fingertips one by one across it, an up-and-down rhythm that made her squirm, leaking her juices all over my cock, her inner walls squeezing me.

"Fuh, fuck," she panted, as I finally finished completely plugging her up with my cock, my whole length getting lodged entirely inside her. She felt nice around my dick, tight as hell as I just stayed there. Her fingers seemed to claw at the wall as she just gasped and squirmed. "My breast, play with, my nipple," she breathed out, and I dutifully used my other hand to reach up for her breast, gently rolling my fingertip along the nipple, toying with it from different directions, slowly but surely increasing the intensity of the sensations I was bringing to bear on her hot body.

* * *

Victoria had never been fucked like this. Dick's cock was simply enormous by any standards. She bit her lower lip to stifle a moan, as he ground himself inside her, continuing to play with her nipple and clit. His fingers kept playing, teasing, rolling, doing such an incredible job and only getting better as he worked. No guy she'd been with compared, either in terms of raw attentiveness and skill, or in terms of how big he was. Dick was porn star big, and she had to admit to a little jealousy that porn starlets got to get fucked by cocks this big every day.

Her biggest previous partner was seven inches; this guy had a full foot longer. Her most attentive previous partner had been Lex, but as a powerful orgasm hit her, she knew that Lex had never made her come this fast. Her legs shook beneath her, hot pants escaping her throat as she trembled, her heart racing from the pleasure that coursed through her whole body. Dick just kept up his work, playing with her nipple, playing with her clit. She felt like a worm on a hook, with that cock inside her. He wasn't even thrusting, and she'd already come.

"You like it, huh?" Dick breathed the question, exuding it like it was just an assumption of the reality she lived in. Not that he was wrong to do so - she definitely did like it, liked having him inside her. Liked the way his hands played with her nipples and clit. She nodded rapidly, greedily, wanting more. "Don't worry, there's plenty more," he told her, giving her neck a soft kiss - then he started to peel back.

If him lodging himself inside her had been a mind-numbing experience, something entirely new and fresh that left her gasping for air, him pulling out was like she was being turned inside out. Her inner walls clung to him, seeming to want to follow him. Every inch he pulled back, she gasped, her toes curling in her heels. She could feel the nipple that Dick wasn't playing with scrape against her dress, and she worried that she was going to become too much of a mess, just from this, even though all she was doing, was sitting there, hands against the wall. She had come to this damn gala for Lex, after all, but here she was, getting screwed by another man.

She just exhaled, as he paused his movement out of her. She couldn't tell how much of him was out of her, but it felt like half was still inside - which meant she was about as full as she had been with Lex, back when they'd been together. Dick was just that big. Her breathing was ragged as he started to push in again, and she squirmed, almost whimpering as she tried to restrain herself, not to make any noise or attract any attention - then his balls slapped at her clit again, and she let out a lewd cry, a staccato noise of ecstasy as she jerked atop him.

He grinned at that, kissing his way up to her earlobe. "Come all you want, make all the noise you want. Nobody's nearby," he said. She just shivered and jerked on his cock, as he rested entirely inside her, knowing that he was definitely enjoying himself as her pussy squeezed and gripped and did its best to milk an orgasm out of him. Fuck. She really had meant to come here for Lex, and she'd gotten completely distracted by this... well, she could meet with Lex again after the gala, if this took too long, she rationalized, as he began to slowly peel out of her again, that inside-out feeling making her gasp again.

"I'm on the pill," she told him. "You can come whenever you want." He just pushed back inside her at a lethargic pace.

"I pull out anyway," he told her, giving her clit another quick brush. "No sense in taking the risk you messed up."

"I puh, put a timer, on my phone," she defended herself, but he only responded by upping his pace inside her, his fingers against her clit brushing that little bit faster. Her legs pretty much turned to jelly inside a few seconds, as he rutted inside her, and she moaned beneath his attentions, her pussy squeezing, clamping, as pleasure coursed up her spine. She couldn't keep it in any longer, couldn't keep it quiet. She'd have to trust he was right, and there was nobody there, because he was just getting better and better, his fingers sliding across her bare skin, making her toes curl in ecstasy. Hot breaths escaped her throat, her head casting back, and she came again on that big, fat cock of his.

"You look cute, when you're coming," he told her, as he just lodged himself balls deep inside her and frantically played with her clit. "Those pretty cheeks of yours turned pink. Those beautiful eyes rolling back in their sockets. Your lips parted, your tongue almost lolling out," he explained, as he held himself deep inside her. "It's sexy." She just nodded, as his cock remained where it was, deep, deep inside her.

When she came down from that orgasm, she panted desperately for air, and spoke. "I, ah, have some things, to do at the gala, I can't, be back here with you, as long as it takes," she managed to get out. He pulled out of her at that point, a movement that was so fast that she almost came right then and there, at the feeling of being turned inside out.

"Then just suck me off the rest of the way."

She felt a heat grow in her cheeks, at such an embarrassing order - but she turned around and knelt anyway, getting down in front of that cock. She'd come hard and fast, from his cock inside her, so the least she owed him was getting him off. She reached up for his length, softly stroking it, and leaned forward to wrap her lips around the top of his cock. It was so big, she really doubted she could get it to the base - she took some pride in her sexual skills, but definitely not that much, so instead she licked and sucked on it noisily, giving him her best bedroom eyes as the hand jerking him off got faster.

It didn't seem to accomplish too much. He relaxed, just relishing the feeling of her mouth around his dick, but he was hardly about to come, by the expression on his face, his fingers softly running through her hair. She could taste herself on him, but he definitely wasn't getting off any time soon, as she sucked ever harder on his dick, twisting her head from side to side, sucking noisily at his length where it rested in her mouth. Her eyebrows wiggled suggestively, as she gave him her best 'smoldering, lusty' look - something she was quite practiced at, she felt.

Even that wasn't working, which was beginning to drive her to frustration - and apparently, him too, because his hand gently wrapped around her head, starting to push his cock that little bit deeper into her mouth. She wanted to get him off, and quick, so she did her best to relax, her fingers softly stroking his thighs as he pushed into her mouth.

He hit her throat, and for a moment, she thought she could manage to take it, previous work at blowjobs sufficing to greatly reduce her gag reflex - then he was another inch inside, and the sheer bulk of it made it impossible not to gag. Her throat squeezed, and her eyes started to tear up - but she didn't try to pull back. She did her best to relax, to let him deeper inside her mouth, to just take it. She did want another go-around with Dick. Who knew? Maybe after Lex, she'd-

Her thoughts were cut off as her gagging got worse, her eyes blurring from the tears. He stopped trying to push her to the base, but she just took that as a personal slight. Dammit, she could deepthroat a damn cock! She didn't need his pity! She relaxed her throat as best she could, even as her hands reached around to grab that succulent ass of his, fingers digging into the muscles as she did her level best to ram herself down. She choked, gagged, and sputtered, some saliva dribbling out over her lower lip.

When she had gotten about two-thirds of the way down his cock, her eyes were rolling back, her cheeks were wet with tears. At that point, he started to come, groaning as he jerked in place. She could taste it, frothy and bubbly in the back of her throat, making her gag a bit more as his sticky seed just came and came. His load was as obscenely large as his cock - more so, even. It felt many times more than any cumshot she'd taken in the past, just clogging her throat with a citrusy taste. Her toes curled, and, she finally felt him peel her off, letting her breath in earnest, gasping for air as she settled down on the floor, wiping at her face with the back of her hands.

He reached into her purse and offered her a tissue. She took it gladly as she wiped down her face. "Thank you," she said. "That was quite something."

"Give me your number, I'll call you again soon," he told her, and she nodded along, dabbing one last time to clear her face.

Then she scribbled down her number and handed it over to him. "Be sure to call soon - that was quite something."

"You weren't half bad yourself," he said, starting to dress himself as she knelt there. She reached into her purse to retrieve her compact, getting her face done up properly, while he headed back to the gala himself. Probably for the best. She certainly didn't want to look like a total slut to Lex.

* * *

I had made contact with a woman who appeared to be the only hot single chick at the whole damn gala. I knew all of one other person there, which was Lex Luthor, so I figured I might as well talk to him. "Ah, Dick," he said, smiling and reaching for an enthusiastic handshake. "I thought we'd lost you to boredom."

"Nah," I said. "Just met a hot girl, we were talking."

He let out a small laugh in response, a warm smile on his lips. "I'm sure. You do have a surprising reputation, for a hero, I have to admit. I did a bit of digging, and it seems you weren't being entirely honest about the name Dick - you're also known by Big Dick, aren't you?"

"Only chicks call me that," I said, with a dismissive gesture. "Be weird for a guy to do it." I wasn't gay. Nothing against gay people, I just wasn't one of them.

"I see. Anything in particular I can do for you?"

"I don't know anybody here, so, I figured I might as well talk to you. Could always find that chick to talk to again." What was her name? Victoria? Valerie? Virginia? Vivian? I'd already forgotten, other than that she had a last name that she seemed proud of. "Other than that, though, it's you or head home out of boredom."

Lex gave another small laugh at that. "Well, I don't know if I have that much to talk about with you - I may have a bill of clean health, but I'm hardly a college athlete - but I'll give it a try."

"Could talk girls," I suggested.

"Women are a classic discussion topic among men," Lex agreed.

"Ever the hopeless romantic, I see," the chick I had just been banging interrupted, her gaze completely focused on Lex for a moment.

"Victoria," Lex said, smiling as he saw her. Right, right. That was her name. He wrapped her in a brisk hug, though it felt more familial than sexual. "This is Victoria. An old friend," he said, turning his gaze back to me. "Dick here is a hero," he said, though his hand was on the small of Victoria's back. Not a possessive thing, just long acquaintanceship and some old intimacy. Victoria's eyes met mine, and there was a plastic note to her smile. "Went in to confront a hostage taker, managed to talk him down."

I could guess the relationship between the two. Exes who parted on good enough terms. Victoria wanted to get back with him, but he didn't know about that (either yet, or because she was being secretive about it), and she'd decided to fuck me because I was hot as hell. "It's a pleasure," I told Victoria, taking her hand and just shaking it this time. It's not like I owed it to Lex not to fuck his ex or anything. Hell, I barely avoided fucking my teammates' girls.

Victoria warmed a bit, now that she knew I wasn't planning on immediately telling Lex we'd been fucking in a supply closet. "A hero? I'm impressed. The closest thing to heroism we usually find at a place like this is heroically giving to charity for a tax write-off."

Lex smiled at that, like it was an old joke. Probably it was, for the obscenely rich. "Dick here's lonely since everybody at these things is twice our age," Lex said.

"Oh?" Victoria asked. "Yes. I suppose he would be." She gave me a look, her eyes seeming to plead for me to go. "I'm afraid I'm at a loss for words, honestly - I had hoped to start catching up with Lex, it's been months since we saw each other last."

"I'll get out of your hair," I told Lex, giving his bald head a quick rub, and he laughed at the move. "Probably going to wander around for a bit, maybe take in some of Metropolis, then head back to Smallville."

"Ah," Lex said. "Sorry." He sounded genuinely apologetic. "I wanted to do something nice for you, and yet all I've actually succeeded in doing is boring you."

"Nah, it's fine. Got to enjoy the company of a girl. Even got her number. I'll probably wind up calling her soon."

"Good luck with her, then."

"I don't need luck," I told him, earning another quick laugh, before I actually left properly. I wandered around for a bit, chatted up a few local college girls, and wound up quietly banging one of them in her dorm room while her roommate slept. (Said roommate woke up halfway through, but pretended to be asleep as she played with herself to the show. I decided not to mention it to the girl I was fucking, for obvious reasons.)

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