Epilogue: Pregnant Lesbian Lois Lane

"You're sure you're okay with this?" Lois Lane asked.

Angelica Blaze Lane smiled as she combed her wife's hair. "Sweetmeat, you're eighteen weeks pregnant. I'm not going to be jealous if you make love to another woman." The dickgirl learned in and whispered in her ear. "Of course, I'll want all the details later."

On impulse, Lois turned and kissed her. At nearly five months along, her belly protruded nicely in the slinky black dress she wore. Their lips met, tongues touching just a little, the way Blaze knew Lois liked...and the dickgirl held her wife as though she would never let her go.

Except it was time to.

"I'm going to stay hard for you," the dickgirl promised. "Until you get back. No matter how late it is."

Too old to be a whore, the reporter told herself, as she looked at herself in one of the mirrors in the lobby of the University Lodge. It was the nearest hotel to the Metropolis University campus, one normally occupied by visiting professors and VIPs. But not too old to hire one.

The Lodge was a convenient place to rendezvous with a college escort...and Lois recognized her lady-of-the-evening as she walked in the door.

A black woman, hair cropped into a small afro. Young, barely nineteen, and sporting a bigger bump than Lois Lane's own. She waddled forward in a light blue maternity dress, the hemline underneath her full breasts emphasizing their swell, and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Lois smiled and rose.

"You must be Tonya," the reporter said. The black mother-to-be smiled, showing perfect white teeth. "I'm Mrs. Black. Did you want a drink first, or...?"

The black woman laid a hand on her stomach. "Not good for the baby. You have a room?"

"Of course."

They walked side-by-side into the elevator. Lois used her keycard to enter the suite she had rented for the night. There was business to take care of...Tonya had an app and checked to make sure the funds Lois had transferred were there. Satisfied, the young woman smiled and stood by the bed, both hands on her stomach.

"I have to admit," the black whore said. "I haven't done this with a woman before."

"Have you, ah...been in business long?" Lois asked.

"Just a few weeks. I was having trouble making ends meet, and with junior on the way. I...hope that isn't too much information."

"Of course not," Lois said as she reached back and began to unbutton her own dress. "I'm fascinated by people. I take it 'daddy' isn't in the picture?"

Tonya got the hint, and pulled up her own maternity dress. Lois caught her breath as she saw the great brown belly, at least six or seven months along, dark striations of stretch marks on the lower part, sagging breasts with almost black nipples resting atop it...the dark line that ran up from the shaven pussy to the small depression of her belly button.

"'Daddy' is one of fifteen or twenty frat-boys that ran a train on me my first weekend of the semester," Tonya said, as she tossed a dress on the chair. "The only saving grace is that at least it was a black fraternity. If I come home with a half-white baby, my mama would kill me."

Lois pulled her own dress down, keenly aware of the difference in their bodies. Although there was less than ten years between them, the black woman looked fitter, her skin brighter, no lines on her face at all.

"What about you?" Tonya asked.

"A one-night stand at the club that turned into something more," Lois fingered the ring on her left hand.

"You have a dick at home, but you're buying pregnant pussy?" Tonya said with a smile.

Lois answered the smile with one of her own. "I think, maybe, I wanted to get pregnant. Maybe I even have a fetish. Lay down on the bed, please. I'd like to lick your pussy."

"Works for me, honey," Tonya said. Big as she was, sitting down was a careful operation...and Lois too had one hand on her swollen stomach as she got down on her knees, to bring her face level with that cunny. It looked clean, no sores or moles, no strange smells or discharge, not even the little pimples women sometimes got from shaving.

"If you like pregnant pussy," Tonya said, unable to see the reporter because of the swell of her brown belly. "You must love this escort service. Nothing but knocked up college bitches."

"I only just found out about it," Lois said. Her hands rubbed up and down beside the pussy, pushing the labia together and spreading them apart. Thumbs and fingers exploring, cajoling, taking it slow. "How did you find out about it?"

"A...friend of mine. I guess she's a kind of recruiter...oh, that feels nice..."

The brown ass was hanging a little off the bed, and Lois ran her tongue up, from the black woman's taint, over the wet lips, slathering her clit...and then carried on, up that dark black line, feeling the taut skin of the gravid abdomen...until she could kiss the belly button on top, running her tongue around in the little divot until Tonya laughed...but from there, Lois could see the black nipples were hard, and she knew that she wanted to hear Tonya cum, feel her quiver and gush against her mouth.

"Keep talking," Lois said, as she sank back down. "I want to know all about it."

She did. As Lois licked and slurped, her pink tongue sliding past the brown lips, seizing on the stiff little clit, rubbing her hands along those brown thighs, the glorious swollen belly...and in between pants and moans, Tonya gave her what she needed. A name, a place, the next step in figuring out who was behind this escort ring...though Lois was no closer to why.

Until the words gave out, and the pregnant black woman was bucking and heaving, hips humping the reporter's face desperately, those brown buttocks quivering helplessly as the reporter's tongue flicked fast and hard over that pussy, before her lips gripped onto that stiff little clit and sucked softly...two fingers sliding easily into the sopping cunt...and there was only a high pitched cry of irrepressible pleasure as Lois coxed her to climax.

Panting, chest heaving, Tonya pulled herself up onto the bed with difficulty.

"Oh fuck...fuck...that was...I mean, I've never..."

Lois wasn't listening. Her thighs were burning as she clambered onto the bed. Terrible fantasies went through her mind as she straddled the black woman, pressing her pussy against her face. Wondered whether if on some old plantation a pregnant white woman hadn't **** her pregnant **** into just such a position...or maybe a noblewoman in ancient Rome...or the gravid queen of some primitive tribe, which had subjugated another. There was something wrong and dirty at those thoughts, because Lois knew she didn't own Tonya...didn't even want to...yet as those big lips pressed against her hot gash, the pregnant reporter almost wished for a moment that she did.

And Lois wondered if, at heart, that was what all the people who paid for sex wanted. The power that money gave them, to gratify their impulses, to feed their needs. It was an ugly thought...and Lois rubbed her pussy against Tonya's face, because the black woman really didn't have any experience with other women, and when Lois finally stopped, frustrated and unable to cum, she knew that she would be giving Blaze more than a story tonight.

She left a hundred-dollar bill on the bedside table, as she squirmed back into her black dress. Just as a tip.

"Thank you," Lois said, smiling, wishing she had gotten off as hard as Tonya had.

Then the black woman dropped a bombshell.

"No problem," the pregnant woman said, laying there languidly as she caught her breath. "Boss woman said to treat you right...that you were gagging for it."

"Boss woman?" Lois said.

"Mrs. Blaze," Tonya said. "You're friends, right? The way she talked..."

Lois swallowed hard. Her blood seemed to run cold. She closed her eyes as all the pieces ran together. Of course Angie is behind it. An escort ring, run out of the same club? How blind was I not to see it?

"Oh yes," Lois said mechanically. "We're on quite intimate terms."