Out of all the men who are willing to donate their sperm we had to choose the one man who’s sperm is how should I put this? Broken? No, more like them… not being active enough. We chose Sean Heaney because Bette wanted the baby to have the genes of an artist due to her love for art. What we didn’t know is that L.A is low on male artist sperm donors who’s sperm would actually take to the woman’s eggs. Unfortunately Bette and I had to find this out the hard way.

We were in the examination room with Dr. Wilson. I was already in the medical gown and on the table with my legs apart and bent at the kneels. Bette was her loving self being right beside me whilst holding my hand as Dr. Wilson made sure everything was alright “inside”. She said everything was fine for my part in the insemination.

She stood up from her stool from in front of me and said “Alright. Well I’m going to take a look at this and while I’m gone, well remember how I told you that there’s a fair amount of evidence now that it’s more likely to take if your aroused.”

I personally liked the idea of Bette fucking me in the clinic. It’s not like we haven’t done worse I thought. But when I saw Bette’s face I knew she wasn’t impressed. If anything she was shocked that the good doctor would say something like that.

As Dr. Wilson closed the door behind her after giving Bette a naughty wink Bette straight away looked down at me and chuckled saying “She’s not serious. Um am I supposed to fuck you right here?”

I could feel myself getting wetter by the minute and I just put on my best smile and said “I think it will help!” now that I think about it, it was more of a beg.

Bette being Bette just took a deep breath and walked towards my open legs and took one last look at me before burying her head under my gown and into my centre. I couldn’t hold back the moan that came out of my throat. I felt Bette swirl her tongue around my entrance. But all of a sudden she stopped.