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Chapter 20 by Zeebop Zeebop

Does Lois Lane Know What She Is?

End: Lois Knows She Is A Black Cock Slut

When Lois Lane opened her eyes, she found herself at a booth in a corner of the club. Four young women were sharing the table with her, chatting animatedly. The reporter knew each of their names: Jenny Dunlap, Tonya Wong, Mara de la Cruz, and Diana Reynolds. They were chatting and laughing with her. Jenny smiled at Lois, and the reporter instinctively smiled back.

"So, like, Lois," Diana said from her right. "I am so sorry that you came all this way out here for, like, nothing. I know we've all been ghosting people, but this club is just so much fun! I haven't been back in my own bed in like weeks."

There was a chorus of nods around the table. Lois blinked, trying to piece together the events of the night.

"Right. Have I...been drinking?" She said. Lois didn't feel drunk, but she also didn't remember anything since she came into the club. Certainly not finding the young women and sitting down at a table with them.

"Not yet, but we will soon—here comes our drinks!"

Lois turned and stared as a shirtless black waiter arrived. He was wearing jeans a size too small, the outline of his cock visible down his left leg. Young and muscular, more of a football player than a basketball type. The waiter had a well-trimmed black mustache and close-cropped hair, and his smile was wide and generous as he set the tray down, putting the shots in front of everyone.

The young women all grabbed theirs and lifted them in a toast, Lois found herself clinking glass and swallowing the sweet, cold tequila, letting it burn down her throat. She found it hard not to follow the waiter's ass as he walked away.

"You are so eye-fucking him," Diana said. Lois turned and stared at the woman, who was peering over her shoulder at the retreating black man. Diana was idly scratching her chest, and the reporter caught the flash of a fresh tattoo...a little black spade, like a playing card pip.

"He's going into the bathroom!" The young woman whispered, and gave Lois a little nudge. "You should totally go fuck him!"

Lois was about to protest, but then Jenny leaned over the table to chime in: "If you don't, I will."

Which is how, seven minutes later, Lois Lane found herself on her knees in the men's room. His name was Jamal, and his cock was a healthy seven inches, the head slim and pointed like an arrow. The reporter slobbered on the erection, getting it nice and wet.

Jamal smiled when she pulled his cock out of her throat, gasping and spitting, and begged him to fuck her ass. Smiled wider as she bent over the sink, pants and panties down around her knees, and he could see the black spade tattooed on her right ass cheek. His thumbs found the crack of her ass and spread her open, the experienced hole relaxed and gaping wide as he guided his cock into her.

Lois Lane panted and moaned like a whore as he slid his big black dick in and out of her ass for what felt like an eternity. It had been a long night out, and the reporter still couldn't remember everything, but as the hot jizz flooded her bowels, she knew one thing for certain:

"I'm a black cock slut," she said, staring at herself in the mirror.

The End

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