Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 315: Splashing Doctor Anya’s Face

Anya’s gaze shifted toward Nathalie, her face displaying a blend of clinical worry and a much deeper, more conflicted emotion. She paused briefly, her fingers drumming nervously against her clipboard, before she finally found her voice.

"Mrs. Nathalie," she stated, her tone forced into a state of careful control despite the lingering flush on her cheeks, "could you use that lubricant... to assist your husband? Simply use your hand."

Nathalie’s breathing hitched, and her fingers shook as she reached out for the bottle of lubricant. She refused to meet my eyes, her skin burning with intense shame as she poured a liberal amount into her palm.

The cold liquid splashed onto my cock, and the instant her fingers made contact, a strangled groan escaped me—"Aaah... Doctor, I—" My voice cracked, and my hips bucked instinctively as Nathalie’s hand closed around my cock, her grip cautious yet firm.

The lubricant made every stroke incredibly slick, her fingers sliding over my pulsing, veiny length with a sensation that was nearly impossible to endure.

I could sense her shivering, her breath escaping in jagged, shallow gasps as she moved her hand up and down, her thumb grazing over the sensitive head. The wet, obscene sound of her skin friction against mine echoed through the room, and I couldn't stop another groan from escaping as my cock throbbed within her hold.

The examination room seemed to be shrinking, those sterile white walls pressing inward as the air became heavy with tension and a primal energy. Nathalie’s face was a deep scarlet, her eyes squeezed shut as if she couldn't stand to witness her own hand sliding over my cock, yet her fingers did not stop.

"D-Doctor, it’s—it’s getting even bigger," she whispered with a trembling voice, her hand struggling to fully wrap around my thick, veiny girth. This confession seemed to break her remaining resolve; her strokes became more daring and her touch more certain as she worked me. The squelching sound of the lubricant filled the space, wet and scandalous, mingling with our ragged breathing.

Anya’s breath caught, her eyes fixed on the display before her, her professional mask crumbling with every passing second. "Does it normally reach this size?" she inquired, her voice barely audible, her fingers clutching the clipboard like a desperate lifeline.

A pained, choked groan left my lips, my body lifting slightly off the table as if I were fighting the pleasure. "D-Doctor, I—I t-told you," I stammered, my voice breaking with a performance of embarrassment, my face red.

"W-when I see a b-beautiful woman, it r-reacts this way... b-but now—" My words were cut off as Nathalie’s hand slid the length of me, her grip tightening just enough to cause my cock to twitch violently.

"N-now there are two of you," I whimpered, my hips jerking without control. "I c-can’t—it h-hurts so much—I c-can't keep it under control! I—I’m going to lose my mind!" My cock pulsed inside Nathalie’s palm, the veins protruding sharply and the head swollen, glistening with pre-cum.

Nathalie’s breathing came in sharp, short bursts, her fingers shaking as she tried to keep her hold. "D-Dexter, you must c-calm down," she stuttered, her voice thick with inner turmoil, even as her hand continued its work.

If anything, her movements became more rhythmic and intentional, her thumb sweeping over the sensitive underside of my cock to send another shock through my system. "Y-you’re s-so large—I c-can’t even—" Her voice failed her, her cheeks blazing as she finally opened her eyes, only to be confronted by the sight of my throbbing length so close to her face.

Anya’s eyes grew dark, her gaze darting between Nathalie’s red face and my cock, which appeared to harden even further under the touch. "Mrs. Nathalie," Anya said with a strained voice, "if this is causing him distress, you must—"

"N-no, Doctor!" I broke in, my voice high with faked desperation, my body twisting on the table. "P-please, don’t have her stop! It h-hurts even more when she stops! I—I need—" My voice cracked once more, my cock jumping in Nathalie’s hand to underscore my plea. "I need something to make the pain stop!" I whimpered, my face hot with shame as I acted as though I were on the verge of sobbing.

Nathalie’s hand paused for a heartbeat, her eyes widening as she stared at me, her face a mix of worry and a more shameful arousal. "D-Doctor, what am I supposed to do?" she asked with a trembling voice, her fingers still curled around my cock, her thumb idly circling the pre-cum at the tip.

Anya’s breathing was shallow, her own face flushed as she observed Nathalie’s hand. "Mrs. Nathalie, you must—" She paused, her professional facade slipping away. "You must continue," she finally whispered, the command barely more than a breath. "But be gentle."

Nathalie bit her lip and resumed the motion, her strokes slow and deliberate, though her fingers were shaking from the strain. "Y-you’re so hot, Dexter," she murmured, her voice heavy with guilt, her eyes flicking to Anya as if asking for permission—or mercy. "I—I don’t know if I can—"

"P-please, Nathalie," I pleaded, my voice breaking as my cock throbbed agonizingly in her hand. "I-it hurts so much—" I let out a muffled sob, my hips thrusting slightly, my cock hitting Nathalie’s palm with a wet slap. "I need you to help me!"

Anya’s grip on the clipboard tightened until her knuckles were white. "Mrs. Nathalie," she said, her voice tight, "you’re doing fine. Just... just keep going." Her eyes were glued to the scene, her breathing accelerating as her own body betrayed the clinical distance she tried to maintain.

Nathalie’s hand picked up speed, her strokes growing confident as she worked on me, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. "Y-you’re so hard, Dexter," she whispered, her voice shaking and her cheeks burning.

"I—I can feel the pulse in my hand—" Her own words seemed to drive her, her grip tightening just enough to make my cock jump sharply.

The room was heavy with tension as my act reached its climax. "Aaaah—! D-Doctor, it’s too much!" I yelled out, my body arching dramatically off the exam table, my cock twitching wildly in Nathalie’s grasp.

"I c-can’t take it—I’m going to—" My voice broke into a desperate cry, my face hidden in my hands as if I were too overwhelmed to look. Secretly, I was smirking. I could have lasted as long as I desired... but why not give Anya a shock she would never forget?

With a quick, purposeful movement, I arched my hips, pulling my cock back through Nathalie’s grip. My muscles locked, my breath catching as I felt the internal pressure reach a breaking point.

"N-NO! I CAN’T HOLD IT BACK—!" I roared, my voice turning into a raw, guttural growl as the first thick, burning spurt of cum blasted from my cock with a force that made my entire frame shudder.

"AHHHH—!" The scream ripped from my throat, primal and wild, as the first jet of my cum shot out like a white rope, striking Anya directly in the face.

She gasped in total shock, her eyes wide as the thick, warm stream splattered across her cheek, her forehead, and her mouth. "Aaaah—!" she cried, her hands reaching up to her face, but the impact had already been made.