Epilogue: The Daily Planet's Greatest Slut

"...look, Jimmy, if you can't work on your stamina, I'm not going to keep doing this for you," Lois Lane stroked the freckled photographer's prick with two fingers. "Premature ejaculation is common, but it is not acceptable. I'm not going to let you back in my pussy if you're some two-pump chump that can't last ten seconds."

"B-b-b-but MIss Lane, it feels so good..." he moaned.

"No buts, Jimmy! I want you to work on edging when you get home. **** yourself to hold off from cumming as long as possible." He was hard now, and Lois checked her watch and scowled. The Monday morning meeting was in five minutes.

She dropped down into a squat on her three-inch heels, not wanting to rip her pantyhose by kneeling on the bathroom tile. Her lips closed around Jimmy Olsen's stiff peckers and sucked hard. Her fingers ran up and down the shaft. He wasn't very long or very thick, but he was young and usually good for a nice big load whenever the reporter wanted.

Within ninety seconds, Jimmy was grunting, his hips twitching as he tried to fuck her face, his hands clutching the wall because he knew she hated it when he mussed her hair...and thirty seconds after that, Lois was letting a hot, salty load slide down her throat as she headed out the restroom toward the meeting.

Life had changed at the Daily Planet. Lois Lane didn't know why she hadn't been more hands-on with some of her coworkers before this, but ever since her night out she formed more intimate and important relationships with all of her coworkers. Perry White had nearly had a heart attack when she had first crawled under his desk to blow him, but now a bit of stress relief was part of their weekly routine...and she'd gotten him to agree to quit smoking if she ate out his ass while jerking him off, which was a win-win as far as she was concerned.

Then there was Clark Kent.

"Hey Smallville," Lois grabbed as they came out of the meeting. "I shaved my pussy."

He flustered and looked around in case anyone had heard her comment, but Lois had spoken softly. She loved to tease him. In fact, she was rapidly becoming aware of how much she loved him. Clark was probably the most generous lover and friend she'd aver had, and it still felt wild to think that after all this time working together, they were finally dating.

"I was thinking I could stay over at your place tonight," she said as she pressed her body against his. Lois didn't care who might see them, but she felt Clark stiffen...and then relax.

"I'd like that," he said. "What do you want for dinner?"

"I was thinking Chinese. Of course, you know what you'll be eating."

Clark Kent's face was absolutely crimson, but he nodded curtly...and Lois went up on her tip-toes to press a kiss against his cheek.

"You know I love you, don't you Smallville?" she whispered.

"I love you too," he said, with all earnestness.

There was a line in the bathroom right after work. Lois Lane was in the stall, panties and pantyhose down, skirt up. The gloryhole was new, and not everyone in the office knew about it...mostly just the married men who were clean and could be trusted to be discreet. No one who was going to get attached, or was likely to have a disease.

Lois pressed her pussy against the hole. It was time to prepare Clark's dinner.

The first cock slipped in. No preamble, no foreplay. She was wet enough and they were hard enough. The dick plunged in, pumped slowly at first, and then with increasing speed. At some point, Perry had put a flatscreen in the bathroom, and most of the men were watching the game...Lois could hear the announcer talk about the playoffs with the Gotham Knights...and then the cock held itself in deep, and Lois felt wetter than normal down there...the first one pulled out and the second cock came on...and Lois Lane grinned, hands on her thighs, determined to take them all.

The reporter was flustered as her heels clicked on the pavement. She could feel all the loads swimming around inside of her snatch. Nothing too dangerous, since she was on birth control, but she still couldn't believe how hot it was to walk around with a pussy full of cum. Her nipples were hard, and every person she passed made Lois wondered if they noticed how turned on she was...if she was walking funny...whether they could smell the white loads swimming around inside of her.

Whether they knew she was the Daily Planet's Greatest Slut.

No sooner than Lois stepped into her apartment, but she threw her arms around his neck and drew him into a deep kiss. Away from the Daily Planet, alone with Lois, Clark could be bolder, more dominant. She felt his hands roam over her ass...and then undo the zipper. Her pulled the skirt down and ripped her pantyhose to get at her cum-splattered, cum-filled cunt...

The reporter's back slammed against the door, bracing herself as she slipped one leg over Clark's broad shoulder as his mouth seemed to engulf her cunt and he sucked greedily at the accumulated sperm. It was like nothing Lois had ever experienced with any other lover...the power of his mouth, the eagerness, the way he could be so forceful and sweet at the same time...and she shook and mewled and her leg wobbled until it collapsed, all muscle control gone as her head hung out of her motuh and her eyes rolled up into her skull, brain melting from orgasm on orgasm as his tongue twirled around her clit at superspeed, and his strong lips kiss and sucked at every part of her.

He had to carry her into the kitchen, where a vertiable feast of Chinese food awaited. Lois smiled gratefully. She would need her strength, considering Clark still hadn't fucked her yet...and unlike Jimmy Olsen, getting Clark to cum inside of her would take all of her skill and stamina.

"Have I ever told you," Lois said as she snapped her chopsticks apart. "That I love this side of you? The part no one else gets to see? The part that loves me for the slut I am?"

Clark bowed his head and picked up her hand to press his lips against her fingers.

"You're the slut I love," he said. "I love you just the way you are."

Lois Lane grinned broader...and then she opened the first box and gasped.

There, in what should have been the moo goo gai pan, was a golden band set with a diamond.

"And I want you to be my slut...forever."