Lois Is The Patient

The reporter pressed the cup of cool semen into Maria's hand.

"Oh doctor!" Lois pantomimed. "I'm here for my artificial insemination!"

Maria smiled as she twigged to what Lois was getting at. "Oh yes, miss! But we're fresh out of syringes. We'll need to get you into an alternate position."

Taking charge, the barmaid half-directed Lois to lay down on the floor, her bare ass against the metal filing cabinets, legs sticking up into the air. Taking hold of Lois' knees, Maria helped the reporter scooch her ass up, until the reporter was resting on her shoulders, legs directly above her, pussy pointed toward the ceiling...and Maria standing over her, the cup of sperm in one hand, her skirt over Lois' face so she could see the line of her quim between her thighs.

It's hard to think that she used to be a man. Lois thought, remembering what Maria had told her long ago.

Above her, she could feel Maria rubbing her pussy, using her fingers to spread out Lois' lips.

"You didn't look at the label on this, did you?" Maria asked.

"No," the reporter grunted, chest feeling heavy in this position, thankful she did yoga.

"This was mine," the words floated down to Lois, as she felt cool plastic press against her labia. "Before I changed."

Cold.

Lois almost collapsed, but Maria held her legs apart as the liquid chill oozed into her cup, like a goblet slowly being filled with ice-cold wine. It was colder than anything she had ever had in her before.

"This is a good position for insemination, miss." Maria said, play-acting as the patient again. "All of the semen will gather a the mouth of your womb, and slowly soak in there."

The reporter hissed as the chill sank deeper within her, pussy vibrating from a combination of cold and excitement at the thought of that splooge pooling around her cervix.

"Of course, we want to get as much in there as possible, to guarantee conception." Lois felt a sticky finger swabbing at the entrance to her cunt, and knew that Maria was scraping the remnants of the cup out relaying it into her exposed pussy. "And if the patient orgasms, their cervix will draw it in..."

Maria's pussy and ass descended on Lois. The skirt fell around the reporter's face like a tent, trapping her in a hot box with that smell, and that womanly smell, wet and sweaty....and Maria's hands were on Lois' thighs, holding the reporter in place as the semen dripped down, down, deep down toward Lois' waiting womb.

The reporter gasped gently as she felt a pair of lips gently caress her clit in an obscene clit.

"Eat," Maria said, grinding her labia into Lois' face. Her words were muffled by the skirt, but Lois could still make it out. "Doctor's orders."