I Am A Black Cock Slut

The words came out of Lois Lane's mouth with barely an effort. It didn't feel like a confession. It just felt like a statement of fact. Her eyes felt unfocused, the long anal sex session and multiple orgasms taking their toll on her stamina.

It almost felt strange not to have a black cock up her ass. Yet the flashing light wouldn't let her sleep.

DO YOU WANT TO BE A GOOD SLUT?

"Yezzz," Lois yawned. "Biggest and best black cock slut, that's me."

Just saying the words sent a warm thrill through the reporter's belly, made her ass clench, feeling the pooling jizz still in her rectum. She had never felt that before, but she decided she liked it. Liked the idea of being such an utter slut for black cocks that she could lie there, ass full of their jizz, waiting for more.

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The screen shifted. Lois saw a cascade of pictures. Women servicing big brown dicks. Sucking on those chocolate knobs, getting their pussies pounded and spread, assholes reamed out, fat black cocks pushed up between milky titties. And every one bore a little tattoo, like the pip on a playing card.

DO YOU WANT TO BE MARKED AS A SLUT FOR BLACK COCKS?

"Yezzz..." She said, closing her eyes. They were so heavy. "Mark me."

Somewhere behind her, Lois Lane felt something cold and wet on her left ass cheek. Then again on her left breast, above the nipple. There were two sharp stings, like a pair of needles hitting her fore and aft. She would have cried out, but almost immediately the stings faded into a curious numbness.

A buzzing started, harsh and mechanical. Lois felt something pricking at her skin on her butt, on her boob, but it wasn't painful really. Just a methodical, steady buzz...and just before she drifted off to sleep, she opened her eyes and stared at the screen one last time.

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