Good Slut Lessons

"Lois, could you hold my cock as I take a piss?"

"Of course Clark," Lois said, swiveling away from her desk and following the big Kansan into the bathroom.

Good sluts are always eager to help when it came to dick.

She bent down, grabbing the zipper with her teeth, and slowly drew it down. Lois could smell his masculine musk through his pants. By the time it was down, the bulge of his cock was sticking out through the fly, a growing damp stain on his boxers.

"Oh, it's all dirty!" Lois mumbled, pressing her mouth against the damp cloth. Tasting that salty pre-cum. "Let me clean it for you first.

Good sluts keep their cocks clean.

She fished the hardening trouser snake out. The foreskin was pulled over the big purple head. Lois pressed her lips against the tip, letting her tongue play with the urethra, the slit sticky with old jizz. The slut-reporter pressed her mouth forward, lips peeling back the foreskin, right over the edge of the flared crown.

Smegma back there, in the little sensitive folds, scooped up by her tongue. The taste of stale piss and dick cheese. Lois made a mental note to do this more often, Clark obviously wasn't washing himself as carefully as he should. Within moments the rubbery, swollen head of he's dick was hitting the back of her mouth the shaft already hard.

"I can't piss like this," Clark rumbled. "Turn around and let me fuck you."

Lois stood and turned, hiking up her skirt to reveal her bare, dripping pussy.

Good sluts don't wear underwear. Good sluts are ready to fuck all the time.

The slut-reporter could almost hear the words in her head, mouth moving along with them as Clark slid his big dick into her warm, wet depths. She was always wet these days. Always ready. Like a good slut should be.

They fucked in silence, Clark grunting softly as he plowed her cunt, that fresh-cleaned cock scraping against her insides, punching deep inside of her. She could tell he was about to blow, and showed no sign of pulling out.

"Are you on birth control?" He asked.

"No..." Lois heard her own voice say.

Good sluts are ready to be bred.

Clark's thrust pressed Lois Lane's breasts into the urinal. He grunted, slamming her hard...she was so close to cumming...and then she felt the warm wet splash in her pussy, the excess dripping down into the toilet from her overflowing cunt. Lois closed her eyes in bliss, clamped her pussy to keep as much as the jizz inside of her. Just like a good slut should.