What Happens To Bad Sluts

The moon was huge above Metropolis. Lois Lane stood on the top of the Daily Planet building, leaning against the rail, looking at the city. It never stopped moving, but in the wee hours it grew quieter, the streets deserted...and no one looked into a sky, to wonder if that was a bird, a plane, or...

His red boots crunched softly behind her. Lois smiled and spread her legs. Like a good slut, she wasn't wearing panties. The wind whipped her skirt and his cape about. She could feel how wet she was as he walked toward her. She imagined what a big, thick dick he must have...the hours of lovemaking they would experience...

Something slipped inside her, no thicker than a finger. She moaned, hoping he wouldn't tease her too long. The little penetration moved inside of her for ten, maybe thirty seconds...and then she heard Superman gasp, and something hot ran down her thigh.

With horror, Lois spun around...and saw the tiny white dicklet, still dripping its watery jism. She looked up into Superman's eyes, and he stared back at her calmly.

Bad sluts get tiny dicks.

The voice wasn't his. Lois was so shocked that she fell backwards, over the rail...and found herself falling toward the street far below. Time slowed, and she turned to look into the windows...saw women, of all races and shapes and sizes, on their knees sucking huge black cocks, bent over copy machines as they xeroxed their titties and ebony shafts stabbed into their dripping cunts, rubbing their breasts in the face of a black man as they bounced up and down brown dicks in a chair. Every floor of the Daily Planet seemed to contain women giving themselves to black cocks and enjoying it, loving it, relishing the hot splash of sperm in their mouths, on their faces, across their titties...

Lois hit the pavement...and blinked. She was in the doctor's office, Clark Kent holding her hands. The doctor was a woman, her reddish hair tied back in a bunch, a white lab coat unable to hide the gravid bulge of her stomach. She pointed at a chart.

"This is why you can't have children," she said. Lois couldn't read the words or numbers of the chart, but somehow she knew it was about sperm count, motility, volume. The doctor flipped the chart, revealing a photograph of a black cock...if it was life-size, it had to be at least nine inches long, the dark balls underneath the size of hen's eggs.

"What you need to do is find a big fat black cock and fuck it hard and unprotected, like I did," the doctor said, as she rubbed her stomach. "Or you'll never have a baby."

Clark squeezed her hand. Lois looked over at him. His mouth opened to speak.

Bad sluts don't get any cum.

Lois blinked, recoiled. She was in her apartment. On the bed, her sister Lucy was naked, a well-muscled black stud sliding his dick in and out of her, the huge nuts slapping into her pink ass with every thrust. The reporter was frozen, unable to move, conscious that he wasn't wearing a rubber...that he was bareback and unprotected inside of her, and the reporter's pussy ached, wishing that was her.

Lucy turned toward her sister, blonde hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, and grinned. "Sorry sis...I saw him first. Guess I'll be the first one to give dad a black grandbaby! Stick around though...maybe after he's done filling me up I'll let you suck the sloppy seconds out of my sore cunt! That's all a bad slut like you is good for!"

The reporter nodded numbly. She felt suddenly...tired. Looked down at her hands and saw wrinkles there...spots. The veins standing out. A strand of grey hair hovered into view. Lois looked down at herself and found she was completely naked...but her body was that of an old woman. Small, sagging tits. Loose skin, grizzled grey pubic hair.

"Nah," Lucy's lover said. "Why would I stick it in her wrinkled old ass? Maybe she was hot when she was younger but, she should have put out earlier..."

Bad sluts don't get big black cocks.

Lois Lane screamed, trapped in nightmare...