It wasnt the firs time that Clark Kent or Superman has been manhandled by an exterior source in the guise of a lecherous robot. One time, many years ago, Superman had just another such encounter with a small android sent to planet Earth in order to bring back to it's mentor, the alien scientist of another world, a speciman of Superman's manjuice. Unlike the time robots sought the same source for a dying planet, this was an experiment from the alien scientist to find out what composites ly in store in the cumjuice of a real life Superman, born on another alien world, and the last of the species.
Clark doesnt talk about this episode much, because he does not want to alarm earth's inhabitants of life on other planets far away in distance galaxies. Not all life in the exterior modes have capabilites so far advanced, some are even primitive because they remain so, but it is the far reaches of the universe with highly sophisticated civilizations, that cause Superman the most trouble, because they always want to know what makes him tick.
One lonely day in his office, while proofreading an article before submitting it to Perry White, he became so involved in the headline story, that he failed to notice what had just come in thru the half open window. A tiny circular robot with small wheels, and several appendages slowly and quietly made its way into Clark's office area before it landed even quieter on the wooden floor of the Daily Planet. The robot had been programmed to hunt and locate the man of steel, not by sight, but by the density of his physical prowess that most humans would never pick up on in his hidden garb.
Here was a big man, with his sports jacket hung on the hat rack, and his hulking body smoldering over the desktop computer. His legs were big and curvaceous, even in his tight business pants. His tight long sleeve shirt almost busting out with muscle, and his neck just as big almost busting the neck collor. He was a regal majestic handsome animal that begged to become the speciman doner of a far away plan, but it had to be done gently and swiftly, without the doner's consent. That is what the computerized functioning little robot was all about, a quick take that would never fail to deliver its mission to bring back the cumjuice of a real life Superman.
Clark sit at his desk quietly gazing deeply at his computer saved article, reading each line intently for mistakes or mispronunciations. Almost talking to himself while reading, the little strang robot moved in closer to the man of steel from underneath the desk. It approached him directly from the front and guided itself closer to in front of Superman's legs. Superman's legs were spread slightly apart, with his feet slightly tiptoe to make both his heels slightly elevate. The robot took a long look at what it was about to encounter from underneath the desk, and saw what looked like a giant sitting on a chair. The robot was a little dismayed, but knew it had to deliver or it what be aborted and quite possible destroyed for failing its mission. So the clever flat circular robot had no choice but to take its one appendage and silently draw forth the protrusion.
Quietly it moved even closer underneath, and the guided appendage on the left side with the bending pin handle came upward to between Superman's bulking legs and thighs. The handle gently reached up towards the small opening of the fly clip, and the small pin reached all the way inside it. From the upward position of the tiny fly clip the robot's pin handle guided the zipper to quietly become undone. Since the robot's mission was to succeed without fail, it did not do this clumsily, but achingly slow and deliberate. So professional the undoing of Clark's opening fly, that even his super hearing or sense was alarmed. The bulging fly opened gracefully to finally expose a red colored peeking bulge. A bulge that even relaxed itself by lingering out even more so from the finally opened fly zone. Clark bent down further towards his computer to retype a mispelled phrase, when the robot decided it was time to attack. With the other appendage, which was a suction cup of fair length, it drew over the gaping red bulge and set itself down.
There the motor, which was easily heard within the room came on to alarm Clark, but it was too late! The suction cup drew in the man of steels manhood appendage swiftly into the hard suctioning cup from outer space, and began doing its thing.
Superman's red bulge easily became engulfed inside the hard suctioning cup like vacuum, as it began an orgasmic trance of power, even for a grown Superman. Clark looked down to see he was being metalically raped from the front of his crotch. He noticed his fly had been opened, and some wierd little machine was gang banging his dick from inside his Superman shorts that began to stretch out developing a hard on into the surrounding cup like robotic arm. Both his strong hands braced the desktop as he felt a shiver run down his gigantic spine, and made him feel like mush. His chest muscles began to ache outward from inside his tight shirt, and he found his legs began to stretch outward against the floor.
The robot had taken the demon from within the tight writhing shorts, and began to force conculsions of suctioning power thru the man of steel, right into his chair, Still holding the strong fly clip down with the left arm, keeping it steady, the right arm used its leverage to take it even more of the ultimate hardening slab of meat into its power. The whirling and the suddeen wizzing of the small machine was now echoing inside the room, so much so, someone from outside his locked office door asked what was that noise! The gasping Clark Kent, that was beginning to sweat above his brow, answered with a stuttering, "Im just taking a noon d-d-day s-sh-shav-e-e-!" Supposedly that reply was enough for no one questioned the remainder of the affair. Clark, however, pushed both of his hands against the desk and also pushed up against the tilting chair. The robot followed Superman's thrust and even though the man of steel rocked backward a little, the robot's arm drew the red shorts into its cup even further bringing the fantastic bulge into the air sucking it even harder with better leverage. Clark's eyes began to cross as his mouth fell down wider with dampening sweat. Where this thing came from, who would know, but it was taking Clark and Superman both for an eager ride in his office chair. The sucking power to this thing was intolerable, as it kept motioning more and more for the man of hot rod steel to grow deeper into its mad sucking machine capabilities.
Finally, Clark's glasses almost fell off with his hands wrestling with the side of the chair. His beefy legs strode up and by this time he did begin to tiptoe in his shoes of shiny black leather. His chest muscles were wearing themselves out from heavy breathing, and he wasnt sure how much more he could take. It was certain this tiny robot was after more than sexual humiliation with Superman because his pelvis grew with an aching need to let loose with his manhood of jism. The sucking over his dickhead from inside his shorts was strong as he ever felt could ever happen by a machine, especially as small as this. This must have been an android from an advanced race, he thought. Suddnely his legs tensed even further and he found himself pushing the chair over backwards until he grabbed the filing cabinets with both his strong arms to keep from going over. This position made his crotch protrude out of the opened fly even further, and the robots hand brought the zipper down to a resounding reach of total submission. Both of Superman's balls lay bobbling from the side of his drenching shorts brought into the suctioning cup from outer space. His balls flapped themselves on the sides of his inner thighs as the cup dealt eagerly with the very hard and big, big head of Superman's dick muscle. His mouth looked down at the man sucking robot, and couldnt stop gaping at his long thick dick being ravaged by a computerized sex sucking machine. The vacuum felt curiously out of this world, and so unlike anything here on Earth could possibly manage in rhythm and sucking power. His dick seemed to glide itself magically into the cup with each suctioning blow.
Then the cup grabbed whatever came out down even further inside towards the fly opening. His legs began to buckle with frenzy, and his strong calves supported both his legs upward to continue to tiptoe. Finally it was going to happen, Superman (or Clark) could stand it no longer, and had to let loose. His big manly beefy tongue broke out of its throat hole and perched itself outward like a positioning worm as the cumjuice building within his meaty thighs belt forward a very long stream of white almost gun shooting sperm.The machine took what shot out of the red shorts for what it was worth, bringing every found drop inside its container tube area, taking Superman's wilting body into sky heaven sexual oblivion, and making him spurt out every last drop into it's gullet. With that, Clark fell completely over backward onto the hard wooden floor with his legs high in the air, and the machine said, "thank-you", and flew out the window. Just then Jimmy Olson had gotten the master key, and came inside to see a sweaty Clark on the floor with his shoes in the air. "Let me quess, you're shining your shoes too!"
THE END
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