Chapter 19 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Say?

Lois Holds Her Tongue

No, Lois thought, deciding not to use her safe word just yet. This is the game. I can stop playing any time I want, I just have to trust her. She's just setting up a scenario, making me anxious to heighten the thrill.

Angelica returned, wearing a pair of oven mitts and nothing else. In one mitt she held the turkey baster, in the other the sample jar full of semen. She put the jar on Lois Lane's stomach. The reporter hissed at the sudden cold.

"Now, I don't know how much you're familiar with the process of insemination...I take it it's been a while?"

Lois nodded.

"But it's not enough to just plunge the stick in there and squirt. First the environment has to be thoroughly prepared." Blaze licked her lips. "And lubricated."

Crawling on her elbows and knees, still holding the baster in one oven-mitt covered hand, Lois Lane's mistress brought her face right down to the reporter's pussy. Lois suppressed a shiver as she felt that hot breath blow on her vagina. It was all the bound woman could do not to squirm.

The tongue lapped slowly from her taint up and over the labia, spreading wide over the reporter's pussy, before the lips came together to kiss and gently suck at the little clitoris which was just then beginning to emerge from its sheltering hood. Again and again, Angelica repeated the same slow procedure, like a cat licking its paw, until Lois began to tug against her restraints, wanting something more...

"Please...mistress..." Lois said. "I'm so close."

Blaze drew her face up from between the reporter's thighs. Her lower chin was dripping. Her dark eyes caught and held the reporter's own. "I'm busy, pet. Did you want something?"

"I...want to cum...mistress." Lois said.

"The only way you are going to cum," Blaze held up the turkey baster. "Is with this firmly in your fertile cunt. Is that what you want? Because unless I hear the magic word...I'm going to take that as permission to carry on."

Lois looked at the glass shaft, freshly sterilized. Felt the cold chill of the sperm container sitting on her flat stomach. It was so cold...they had to be dead, right? It was all an act, all something to heighten the tension, all play-acting...

...and Lois Lane dearly wanted to cum.