End: Find A Black Cock And Fuck It

Lois Lane's eyes flew open. Her heart fluttered. She stood up on shaky legs, barely registering the fact that she was fully clothed, or at the computer room was back to the way it had been. No one waited for her in the hallway as she stumbled back toward the club. Dark dreams haunted the reporter, and she completely forgot her original purpose in coming to this club tonight. As she gained the club floor, with its crowded dance floor, the smells of sweat and stale beer washed over her, the topless women writhing in the cages, Lois took a deep breath.

In the corner of the club was a table. Six young black men were drinking shots. They were dressed in loose fashion: white wife-beaters, work-shirts, baggy pants. Gold gleamed around their necks, fingers, when they smiled. Diamonds in their ears and nostrils. Dark tattoos were dusky black against rich brown skin. Lois reached under her waistband on each side as she strode toward the table. The black lace panties she was wearing were secured by little strings on the sides. She undid them.

The chatter stopped as the white woman approached the table. Six sets of brown eyes fixed on her. Lois could make out the bulge of pistols at waistbands.

"Help you, ho?" the nearest one said.

Lois Lane gave a toothy smile. She pulled the wet panties from out of her pants, and let them drop on the table.

"I like dark meat," Lois said. "And baby, I'm hungry."

There was a Bentley in the alley outside. Lois was bent over the leather upholstery, pants pulled down to her knees, as the first one took his turn. The owner of the car sat inside, pants unzipped enough so that Lois could slobber on his cock.

It all just felt so...right. The reporter's mouth slurped up and down the stiff prick. Hips hit her tight ass, the cock pumping her pussy hard and fast. No technique, no care for her pleasure...but Lois didn't care. She ran her tongue around the brown head, let him place his hands on the back of her head and **** it down until Lois nearly gagged, the cock pushing painfully against the back of her throat.

A part of Lois knew that she should be appalled at this. Letting a half-dozen gangbangers take turns. She hadn't even said anything about condoms. Felt hot wet spunk slide down her leg as the first finished and the second wiped at her sloppy slit before sticking his own dick inside of her. Strange and terrible fulfillment ran through the reporter's body. After all those months of abstinence, this is what she wanted, what she needed. Her body had been crying out for black cock...

Lex Luthor smiled as the alley camera caught the action. He made a few adjustments to local traffic patterns, keeping the cops away. It remained to be seen how long the mental programming would last, but the combination of positive and negative reinforcement seemed promising.

"Contact any black male escorts within...oh, a ten mile radius," he said. "She wants black cock, let's give her all that she can take. The next phase of this experiment should prove very interesting."

Now Lois had moved fully into the car. They'd lowered the seats so that they could stretch out...Lois lowered herself onto one dark lover, welcoming his brown dick into her pink, slimy pussy...and then as he grabbed her ass and stretched the cheeks painfully apart, she felt the dribble of lube. The black gangbanger behind her rubbed his head up and down over the reporter's anus, getting it good and wet...and then he pressed his head against the pucker.

Lois bit her lip, eyes clenched tight as the black shaft **** itself in the out...and with her pussy already stuffed it was tight, so tight...

The nights in Metropolis are long...longer than the black cock plunging in and out of Lois Lane's pussy. The splash of sperm against her cervix felt like a baptism. The moments between turns felt like an eternity. She wanted to fuck...and be fucked. To suck and slurp and service black cock until she passed out. To fall asleep and wake up with these bad black men still dicking her overflowing cunt and ass...

...and if Lex Luthor had his way, she would. Because he had plans for Lois Lane, plans that went far beyond her night out. A new black cock slut was about to be unleashed on the world, and the madman smiled as he thought how best to use this against his most hated foe...but that is another story.