Lois Lane Is No Man's Sidechick!

"Sidechick?" Lois scoffed. "You better tell your other bitch to step off. This dick is mine."

"Girl, you be trippin'," Static smiled back, enjoying the game...or maybe just enjoying the way this white woman, old enough to be his big sister, was squeezing his dick with her tight, messy little pussy.

"Tell me," Lois said. While they fucked, both of them had been ignoring the weird surroundings of the lab, but now the chair she was in shifted, moving her into more of sitting position facing him. She pushed herself up to look him in the eyes, her pale arms sliding around her neck. "Your girlfriend...is she pregnant with your babies?"

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Babies?"

"I've got an implant," Lois said. "I can ovulate on command. I can be your babymama right...this...second..."

She took his hand with the magic finger and guided it down to where the implant was. His brown eyes quavered...not sure he should believe Lois. In truth, the reporter couldn't actually feel the implant, but she knew she had to do something. She wasn't about to be any man's sidechick.

"You for real?" Static said. "You're not on the pill or anything? You could be pregnant right now?"

"That's right, baby," Lois said. She leaned forward and let her lips brush against his. "You might have put a couple of black babies in me."

She wondered what it would be like, if she showed up at the Daily Planet with a young black boyfriend, her stomach pushing out over the next nine months, then coming in after giving birth to some black babies... In truth, she found she was excited about the idea. Her pussy was slick and wet, nipples hard, excited to feel his hand against her naked skin just about the implant...if not for the exhaustion of the last hard orgasms, Lois was almost ready to fuck again.

What Lois Lane didn't know was how profoundly the idea of having knocked her up had shocked him...or what his reaction would be.