Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 316: Cum-Stained Authority

A second burst followed the first instantly, even more forceful than before, splashing straight into her mouth. Her lips parted in a gasp of surprise, allowing a drop of my cum to slip past and glisten on her tongue before she could react.

“N-NO—!” she managed to stammer, but a third spurt was already flying, hitting her nose and running down in thick, obscene trails.

Nathalie, whose hand was still clamped around my cock, let out a muffled “Mmmph—!” as the final pulses slowed into heavy, viscous dribbles that coated her face.

The warm, sticky cum flowed down her cheeks, lips, and chin while she stared in wide-eyed shock. “D-Dexter—!” she whimpered, her voice shaking, her fingers remaining wrapped around my cock as if she were paralyzed by the situation.

A low, satisfied groan escaped me, my hips twitching as the final drops spilled out while my cock continued to throb in Nathalie’s grip. “Aaaah... s-so much...” I panted breathlessly, my body trembling as though I were utterly drained.

The sight of Anya, her face drenched in my cum with an expression of pure disbelief, was almost overwhelming. Her usually perfect hair was now streaked with thick white strands, her lips were glistening, and her cheeks burned with the flush of humiliation.

Then, without any warning, the door flew open.

Olivia and Nancy stood paralyzed in the doorway, their eyes widening at the scene before them. Anya’s face was a mess of cum, her lab coat was splattered, and her expression was a mixture of horror and shock.

Nathalie, her cheeks also marked by my release, still had her hand around my cock, her eyes wide with panic. As for me, I lay on the table with my cock still twitching, a smirk tugging at my lips despite my “exhausted” performance.

A heavy, stunned silence filled the room.

Olivia’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “W-What the hell—?!” she stammered, her gaze darting between us, unable to process the sight.

Nancy’s face turned a deep shade of crimson as she covered her mouth with her hand. “D-Doctor Anya?! Are you—?! Oh my God—!” she gasped, her voice high with shock.

Still reeling, Anya wiped her face with the back of her hand, her expression shifting to a blend of fury and deep humiliation. “Olivia! Nancy! OUT!” she barked, her voice shaking with a mix of rage and embarrassment.

The two nurses fled immediately. They stumbled backward, leaving the three of us in a thick, suffocating silence.

The door slammed shut with a finality that echoed throughout the examination room, the sound bouncing off the sterile walls and heightening the tension.

My cock, still wet and twitching from the force of the release, pulsed once more as if it refused to be satisfied.

Through half-closed eyes, I watched Anya wipe her lips with the back of her hand, her face still covered in the evidence of my climax.

My breath caught when her tongue darted out, almost by instinct, to catch a stray drop of cum lingering on her lower lip.

That sight sent a surge of electricity through me, causing my cock to give another defiant jerk as if it were demanding more.

I quickly shifted my expression to one of pure terror, covering my face with my hands as I let out a choked, trembling sob.

“D-Doctor Anya, I... I-I’m so, so sorry!” I stammered, my voice cracking with fake remorse, even though I was laughing internally. This was absolutely perfect.

Peeking through my trembling fingers, I watched Anya’s reaction with a hidden smirk. “I d-didn’t mean to—I swear, I just couldn’t help it! It h-hurt so much, and then—” My voice trailed off into another whimper, my shoulders shaking as if I were about to cry.

Anya didn’t say a word. Instead, she turned abruptly, her body stiff with suppressed rage. She stormed over to the corner and ripped a box of tissues from the shelf with enough force to nearly tear the cardboard.

She grabbed a handful and began scrubbing her face with sharp, angry movements, her jaw clenched so tightly the muscles were twitching.

Without speaking, she marched to the sink and turned the tap on full blast. She splashed water onto her face, her fingers frantically scrubbing her skin as if she could erase the memory of what had transpired.

She pumped a large amount of face wash into her hand and scrubbed even harder, her nails digging into her skin.

I watched, my heart racing—not from fear, but from a thrill I could hardly contain. Even after she washed, I could see the faintest traces of my cum still caught in her hair, glistening under the bright fluorescent lights like a shameful secret.

The sight made my lips twitch, and I had to bite my inner cheek to keep from smiling.

Far from being finished, my cock seemed to grow even harder, its veins standing out prominently against the skin as the head swelled with blood.

I let out another pained groan, arching my body as if in agony. “Aaaah—Doctor, it’s getting worse!” I cried out, my voice sounding desperate.

“I d-don’t understand! It was s-supposed to stop, but it—it hurts even more!” My cock throbbed violently to emphasize my words, and I let out another pathetic whimper, clutching the edges of the examination table.

This is gold, I thought, laughing to myself. She’s going to snap.

Anya spun around, her face still red from scrubbing, her eyes widening in shock as she saw my cock—now fully erect again, standing tall and twitching with a mind of its own.

“W-what?!” she stammered, her voice cracking in disbelief. “That’s—how is that even possible?!” Her eyes darted between my face and my cock, her expression showing a mix of outrage and a very interesting hint of fascination.

I let out another choked sob, my body shaking as if I were in genuine pain. “I d-don’t know, Doctor! It’s never happened like this before!” I wailed, my voice trembling.

“P-please, you have to help! It hurts so much—I can’t bear it!” My cock pulsed again, a bead of pre-cum appearing at the tip, and I let out another miserable whimper while burying my face in my hands.

Anya’s breathing became short and sharp, her fingers tightening around the wet tissues in her hand. She stepped closer, her eyes locked onto my cock as if she were unable to look away.

“This—this isn’t normal,” she whispered to herself, her professional mask slipping further with every passing second.

“You should be softening after a climax, not—” She gestured helplessly at my cock, which gave another defiant twitch as if it were mocking her.