Epilogue: Superslut

Meet me on the roof.

Lois Lane stared at the text message and sighed. She saved the file she was working on and stepped away from her computer. Maybe one or two people saw her as she strode briskly to the elevator that led to the Daily Planet's rooftop observation deck. None of them followed her.

Which gave the reporter time to reach up, under her skirt, and slide the panties down her legs.

There had been times when Lois had dreamed of getting booty calls. Random crotch shots. Sexts. Kara's newfound sexuality was blossoming, all the urges of her young life finally finding a person with which to focus on. Lois Lane was that lightning rod for the young Kryptonian's desires...and for the first week, it had been fun. Exciting. Unexpected. Calling and sexting. Midnight rendezvous. The reporter had lost memorized every wrinkle in Supergirl's asshole, knew the smell and taste of her pussy. The superfast buzzing of those fingers.

Except Kara didn't really have any sense of boundaries. It had been cute, the first time that the slim young woman had slipped into the shower behind the reporter without asking. Lois hadn't gotten very clean, but the sudsy fingers squirming in and out of her pussy and ass had been a fun little treat. The steamy kisses had made Lois Lane's heart pound as she pressed herself against that tight young body.

That had been the start of it.

Then Supergirl had started to watch her pee. Floating up by the ceiling, over the stall, to stare down at Lois when rubbing between her own legs.

The reporter's panties had disappeared. Not dirty, or worn out. Just...gone. There were none left in the apartment. Kara had taken to walking up to Lois and reaching up under her skirt, sticking a finger in her pussy, and asking how "her" pussy was doing. Lois would smile, or crack a joke, but in truth it was getting out of hand. She'd had to start hiding clean panties at work and putting them on in the bathroom, just to have something to wear around the office.

Lois stepped out onto the roof. Her feet crunched on gravel...and she never even heard Kara come up. Just felt the hands grab her from behind, the hard length of a strap on press against her ass.

"You have time for a quickie, right Lois?" Kara said, her voice as innocent as ever. Lois let herself be pressed up against the base of the great brass globe, her skirt lifted so that Kara could slide the toy in.

"Would it matter if I said no?" Lois said.

"You love it. I can tell." Kara's hands were under the reporter's shirt now, and the bra snapped. Warm little hands cupped the reporter's small breasts.

"I love your titties," the young woman said, grinding her hips into the reporter's crotch. "I hate to see them caged up like that all the time. Maybe you should start going braless..."

The reporter's heart sank. She had a feeling her bras were about to go the same way as her panties.

Lois pushed back against the strap on, grinding her ass against Supergirl's hips, hoping to get the young woman off so that she could get back to work before anyone saw them.

She looks so innocent! The reporter thought. But I've unleashed a real Superslut!

Little did Lois Lane know how true that was.