Epilogue: Lois Lane's Life As A Big Black Cock Slut

To everyone at the Daily Planet the next Monday, there was nothing different about Lois Lane. She smiled, produced her copy, joked with Clark Kent and Jimmy Olsen. None of her coworkers had reason to notice any change in her behavior. Perry White accepted her article on the women who had gone missing with no more than a raised eyebrow at the details—just salacious enough to make good copy.

If anyone saw her gaze linger on her black male coworkers...well, why would they? Lois knew enough not to dip her pen in the company ink. Even before her night out, she had never been one to look at porn at work, and the female gaze...well, some of her black coworkers were attractive. Nothing wrong with that. They also, unfortunately, terribly married. Whatever else Lois was, she wasn't a homewrecker.

At home, after the end of a long day, things were a little different. The clothes came off. The bottle of wine was opened. Incognito mode was engaged in the browser...

...and Lois was typing away one-handed, the other rubbing at her pussy. Eyes wide and breath short as she clicked through the interracial videos on PornHub. Saved the BBC stories on Literotica to her secret folder. Saw black cock after black cock on screen, some of them like great brown purple-headed pythons hanging limp, others hard and angry. Churning up pink pussies. Dumping loads of cum into helpless, screaming, writhing, grunting women.

Night after night, Lois Lane sank deeper into the world of Big Black Cock addicts. She ordered a dildo, pornographic DVDs. Priced getting a little black spade tattoo. Plunged her fingers into her dripping slit. Her porn folder grew, proliferated...

Yet that was it. The habits of the last few months were not overturned by Lois Lane's sudden sexual awakening, and as much as Lois relished the memories of that big black cock fucking her ass, she knew that it wasn't possible for her to try and repeat that kind of random encounter. Her new kink, fetish, paraphilia, whatever you wanted to call it, couldn't overcome her natural inclination to seek a real relationship, above and beyond anonymous sex. The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter wasn't about to go trawling bars for black men after hours. Her black cock sluttiness never crossed that line; she hadn't crossed that line even when she lusted after mostly white men like Superman.

Pushing the suction cup at the bottom of the big brown dildo down on her chair, lubing up the veiny shaft, easing herself down on it, Lois Lane could feel it stretch her little pussy. With a video of a white cunt getting drilled by a succession of ripped, muscular black men, the reporter could bounce up and down, her pussy lips spreading slowly as she **** more and more of the thick synthetic cock inside of her—and that was good, that was enough to get her off, to leave her shaking and dripping, pussy clamping hard around the silicone shaft.

But it wasn't the real thing.

Afterwards, washing her big brown dildo, Lois Lane could feel how...unfilled she was. Sure, the post-climax clarity helped her rationalize that she was just letting off some steam, that she shouldn't let her sexual preferences define her...and yet, at the same time, Lois realized more and more these days how desperately lonely she was. Unhappy. Going through the motions of life.

Porn, to a big black cock slut, was like empty calories. She needed something more substantial.

"I need a real cock," Lois whispered to herself.

Which is why, one month after her night out, Lois Lane found herself shaking as she filled out the profile on the dating site. "BBCinderella" wasn't very clever, but like most dating sites it was geared toward attracting women...and in this case, women who knew exactly what they wanted. "Big black cocks, near you!" they advertised. No weird racist claims, no begging for personal information, subtle advertising...

Which is why all the male profiles were dickpics. Big, black dickpics. Lois Lane rubbed her thighs together, suddenly wet and breathless as she began to read the profiles. Swipe left, swipe right...anything under seven inches was a swipe left. That narrowed the field considerably. Lois found herself drooling a little. Her pseudonym was BBChick...not terribly imaginative...but the users were little different. "Iconic" had the thickest black cock she had ever seen, but he was registered as a Republican... "StaticX" had a long but skinny prick...

Lois swiped right. She shivered with excitement, wondering who would swipe right on her. Once they made a connection, they could chat...and maybe more.

Just like that, Lois found herself on the next step to being a true big black cock slut.