City buzz fades as I push open the clinic door. 7:30 PM. Last patient. Heart pounds like a war drum. I’m Sonia, 32, sharp-suited secretary. Blonde waves, green eyes, 90C tits straining my blouse. Skirt hugs my tight ass. Heels click on tile. Mask on: perfect wife, mom. But inside, the beast stirs.
Laurent greets me. Tall, dark, 40s stud. Friend of hubby Thierry. Bises exchanged. Small talk: kids, work. Then: ‘Routine check?’ ‘Yes, and maybe IUD.’ He nods. ‘Undress behind screen. Scale first.’ Jacket off. Skirt slides down. Blouse unbuttons. Heels kick aside. Stockings peeled. Bra unclasped. String thong drops. Naked. 51kg. Vulnerable. Powerful.
The Mutation: Dropping the Mask
He checks tits. Hands firm, probing. No issues. ‘Table now. Feet in stirrups. Ass to edge.’ I obey. Legs splay wide. Exposed. Pussy bare except pubis triangle. Asshole raw from last night’s ass-fuck with Thierry. He loves it. I crave it. Light glares. He rolls stool between thighs. Gloved finger parts lips. Cold gel. Penetrates. Professional. Swab. Sample. ‘All good. But your anus… irritated.’ Heat floods my face. He knows. Fucked hard yesterday.
Strings? Yeah. ‘Try this new gel. Local applicator.’ Canule shown: 5-inch fake cock, 1-inch thick. Holes for gel. ’20 minutes inside.’ Free tonight. Kid at grandparents. Thierry late. He lubes. Finger circles hole. Pushes in knuckle. Withdraws. Canule slides deep. Flange kisses cheeks. ‘Wait in lounge. Last patient coming.’ Dress half. No stockings. String bites pussy lips. Walk awkward. Sit gingerly. It shifts. Fuck.
Alone. Legs spread instinctive. Hand on mound. Rub over fabric. String pulls taut, splits lips. Heat builds. Rock hips. Canule grinds inside. Hummm. Adrenaline surges. City hum outside. I’m no victim. Power rising. Clock ticks 20. Too wet. Too open. Door opens. He waves me in.
The Exploit: Mission of Domination
Back to table. Top on. Skirt, heels, thong off. Stirrups again. Drip down ass. Eyes shut. He sees slut-me. Canule out. Void aches. Back in. Sigh escapes. Silence. Finger grazes lips. Breath hitches. Circles. Dives in. Twists. Clit freed. Blew hot. Two fingers. ‘Like?’ ‘Fuck yes.’ Three. Pounding. Tongue laps. Sucks clit. Fingers deep. ‘Hot slut.’ ‘Yes! Fill me!’ Canule throbs in ass. Double stuffed. Dirty talk fuels. ‘Love your holes packed.’ Orgasms crash. I own this.
He strips. Cock springs: 8 inches, thick. Suck it. Balls heavy. Tits mauled. Nipples twisted. Deep throat. He groans. Fingers pussy. Almost cums. Pulls back. ‘Want this cock?’ ‘Fuck my holes!’ Position shift. Thighs to chest. Canule pistons ass. Fingers everywhere. Double finger-fuck. Another cum. Cock to pussy. Balls-deep. ‘Perforate me!’ Hammers. Pulls. ‘Ass now?’ ‘Encul-moi! Fuck my shithole!’ Gland pops ring. Inch by inch. Thumb on clit. Pubes grind ass. Pounds. I scream ownership. ‘Your bitch!’ Cums twice more. He erupts deep.
Pulls out. Kisses. ‘Come back Tuesday. Treatment failed.’ grins. Dress. Strings on. Fetish chat. Appointment set. Kiss. Out into night. Juices cleaned in shower later. No guilt. Powered up. Secret burns bright. Normal life? Facade. I’m the heroine. Unbreakable.