Epilogue: Lois Lane, The Daily Planet's Ethical Slut

"You're dating a woman?" Clark Kent blinked.

Lois leaned across the table and grabbed his hand. "I haven't been lying to you, Smallville. The last few weeks, between us...they've been great. And when we started hooking up, I didn't think either of us was...exclusive."

He frowned, but didn't move his hand. "I haven't...made love with anyone else."

The blonde reporter gave a sad smile. Clark was a wonderful and attentive lover, and his cock scratched all the right places inside of her, but he was awfully old-fashioned sometimes.

"Well maybe you should!" She said. "Look, I'm not saying I don't want to be with you. I just...want to be open about it. I love feeling your cock balls deep inside of me. I love sucking you off in the morning when you sleep over. I love how you hold me in your arms and it feels like you never want to let me go...how you make me laugh...how you never make a thing of it when you proofread my pages and change all the 'tehs' to 'thes'...I just..." Lois sighed. "I love women too. I love eating pussy. Love the soft feel of a woman's skin against my own. To squeeze another woman's breasts, to kiss those lips, to..."

Lois sighed. She could feel him hold her hand so delicately, as if he was afraid if he squeezed he'd break her. Sometimes, Lois liked it a little rougher. She could get that with Angie...but not with Clark.

"It's a bit to process," he said. "I guess I was hoping we could...take this to the next level."

He raised his head, sky-blue eyes staring at Lois through those black plastic frames. "I know it's only been a month, but I've been thinking about...commitment."

Lois felt her heart skip a beat. "You want to marry me?"

One big hand came down on the table...and when it withdrew, Lois saw the black jewelry box. The blonde reporter bit her lip, glad that he had announced this in the privacy of her own apartment, instead of making a public spectacle of it like some jackasses.

"Clark...it's not that I don't love you, I just..." she sighed. "I love pussy and cock. I don't think I can live without both."

His thumb rubbed against the back of her hand. She could tell he was struggling, but a part of her wanted to believe he was going to find the right words to help her out of this situation.

"If it's just women," he said quietly. "I guess I don't...I mean, would you consider..."

Lois leaned forward across the table and kissed him.

"Yes," she said. "If you let me continue to fuck other women, I'll marry you. And you'll be the only cock for me."

He blushed furiously, and Lois could tell his cock was hard.

"You know, that goes for you too, right?" Lois said breathily. "I don't mind if you fuck other women, as long as you come home to me. As long as you tell me about it. In fact, that would be really hot..."

It felt so wrong, corrupting this simple Kansas farmboy with her big city bisexual ways...but Lois Lane told herself it was for his own good. Clark had to learn there were more possibilities out there...and she really didn't mind sharing him. Oh, she'd be happy to drain his balls every day if they were married, but a little experience would be good for him.

Slowly, he raised his head to return her kiss. She could still feel the **** there, the unwillingness to go out and fuck some other woman even with her permission. But the thought had been planted...

...Lois couldn't wait to tell Blaze about this. She always loved to hear all the details about her relationship with Clark. It was so great having a girlfriend that Lois could talk to about anything and they'd eat each other's pussies.

Life was so great as an ethical slut!