Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 384: The Knock At The Door

The resounding smack of my hand against Olivia’s fiery red buttocks rang out more intensely than before—her flesh quivering fiercely, the surface turned to a vivid, furious crimson from the unyielding slaps.

She cried out sharply, her pussy pressing even more urgently against my lips in an instinctive response, yet prior to her recovering, I eased my thumb—coated in her own leaking wetness—directly beyond the snug barrier of her rear entrance.

Without any prior notice or gentle probing—just a solid, determined thrust that sank the finger fully into her warm, gripping anus.

Olivia’s whole frame locked up. Her gaze widened in astonishment, her mouth falling agape in a blend of stunned, degrading delight. "Aaaaaaaaaah..... no don’t... wait... don’t push it.... aaaaaaaaah...!"

Her objection melted away into a piercing, fractured wail as her pussy spasmed wildly around emptiness.

A abrupt, powerful spray of squirt burst from her slit—warm, transparent streams splattering over my features, nostrils, mouth, and jaw in quick succession.

She attempted to squeeze her legs together but merely managed to spread more of her fluids across me, her humiliated blush extending from her face along her throat and bosom.

"Oh god—no—nooo—I’m squirting—on your face—fuck—I’m so embarrassed—everyone’s watching—my ass—your thumb—it’s too much—aaaaah—cumming—cumming so hard—stop—don’t stop—FUCK!"

She trembled violently through the climax, her pelvis jerking unevenly, the squirt trickling down my collar and gathering on the surface under my head while her anus pulsed steadily around my embedded thumb as if urging it further in.

That very shame intensified her arousal—her look a flawless combination of humiliated mortification and raw, lewd bliss.

Nancy—drenched in perspiration, breathing heavily as if after a grueling race—eventually raised herself from my shaft with a gradual, quivering lift.

My cock emerged from her devastated rear with a moist, slurping pop, her rosy rim left stretched open—swollen, dilated, faintly throbbing as though still seeking to hold onto what had departed.

Heavy strands of my semen promptly leaked forth, pearly white clumps trailing along her thighs' insides and falling onto my abdomen in heated, viscous paths.

Nathalie—gaze burning with jealous craving—acted without delay. She slithered between Nancy’s parted legs, seized the nurse’s waist, and pressed her mouth firmly to that recently ravaged, semen-dripping anus.

Her tongue extended eagerly, licking voraciously at the milky excess, circling the open edge, delving within to gather every bit of my essence.

"Mmmph—your shithole tastes like his thick cum—still so hot—still gaping—god, look how wide he stretched you—I’m cleaning it all—slurping his seed from your virgin ass—push back—let me tongue-fuck the mess out—mmm—salty—thick—so fucking good—your ruined hole’s mine now—"

Nancy moaned softly, her legs quivering, her rear contracting feebly around Nathalie’s exploring tongue. "Ahh—Nathalie—eating my cum-filled ass—oh god—your wife’s tongue in my shithole—cleaning his load—feels so dirty—so good—don’t stop—lick it deeper—eat every drop—I’m still leaking—fuck—"

Anya—gasping for air, her pussy yet fluttering from her prior session—knelt down next to me.

She enclosed her mouth over my slick-with-cum-and-ass cock right away, drawing strongly from root to head, her tongue twirling to gather all remnants of Nancy’s rear flavors blended with my release. Her cheeks caved in as she moved up and down, groaning around the length as if savoring the finest treat imaginable.

"Mmmph—your cock tastes like virgin ass and cum—salty—musky—fuck—I’m cleaning you—sucking every bit of her shithole off you—gonna swallow it all—mmm—still so hard—even after flooding her guts—god, I want another turn—"

The atmosphere hung heavy with fatigue—forms glistening with sweat, urine, squirt, and semen; labored breaths; faint cries and sporadic tremors as residual waves coursed through the group.

We lay utterly drained, entangled in a messy, leaking pile across the exam table and chair—limbs weighed down, orifices sore and dripping, the scent of intense, ceaseless intimacy filling the space.

Suddenly—three crisp raps sounded at the secured office entrance.

All movement halted.

Olivia—her features still shiny with Nancy’s urine and her own squirt, buttocks radiant red from my strikes, thumb remaining lodged in her quivering anus—emitted an irritated, vexed snarl.

She withdrew her hips, my thumb slipping out with a damp smack, and shot a furious stare at the door as if it had wronged her deeply.

"Fuck... seriously? Right now?" she snapped, her tone raspy and laced with annoyance. "I didn’t even get your cock—not once. Everyone else got filled—bred—ruined—and I’m still empty? My cunt’s throbbing, my ass is on fire from your thumb, and now some asshole’s knocking? No. Fuck that."

She dragged a hand over her urine-drenched face, her eyes sharpening with threat. "If that’s a patient or a nurse, I’m telling them the doctor’s ’indisposed’... unless they want to join the mess."

Nancy slumped to the side, semen continuing to seep from her open anus, chuckling faintly amid her weariness. "Tell them... the clinic’s closed... for deep... examinations..."

Nathalie withdrew her tongue from Nancy’s rear with one last messy swipe, semen streaked across her mouth. "Whoever it is... they better have a damn good reason... or I’m locking the door tighter."

Anya—with the cock still between her lips—released it with a slick pop, a thread of drool and semen linking her mouth to the head. "If it’s the janitor... maybe we let him watch... or clean up... mmm..."

The rapping repeated—three firm, urgent knocks slicing through the thick, afterglow fog like a blade.

"Shit," Olivia muttered, remaining nude, her red buttocks shining, her face and torso marked with crusted urine and her own squirt.

She fumbled for her scrub bottoms, pulling them up sans underwear—the damp fabric instantly adhering to her engorged folds. "Everyone—clothes. Now. If that’s the building manager or a late patient, we’re fucked."

We hurried in rushed, awkward quiet. I tugged my trousers over my semi-erect shaft, the material clinging to the congealed semen and rear secretions on my legs and pelvis.

Nathalie fastened her blouse loosely over her rising chest, skipping the fasteners, her skirt pulled high with no undergarments—her thighs' insides shining with new excitement and Anya’s spit.

Nancy fell back onto the chair, limbs apart, attempting to dab the persistent semen streams from her stretched anus using a bunch of discarded sterile wipes from Anya; they saturated immediately, ineffective.

Anya—spectacles askew, pussy folds yet swollen and seeping—slipped her white coat over her naked form, ignoring panties, the garment hanging open to expose erect nipples and the glossy path down her belly.

The space appeared—and reeked—like a battlefield of desire.

The ground under the exam table formed a slippery, pooling disaster: transparent squirt from Anya and Olivia, yellow urine from Nancy, pearly semen dollops escaping various openings, all blending into a tacky, shimmering layer that reflected the overhead lights.

The chair's upholstery showed broad, soaked spots, moist and reflective. The atmosphere felt dense, muggy, tangy—raw vagina, anus, semen, urine, sweat—a sharp mixture that assaulted the senses with each inhale. Despite the air conditioning, it clung persistently like haze.

Nancy grabbed the Sex Doll and stashed it in the exam room, assisted by Nathalie.

Olivia arrived at the door ahead, running fingers through her hair (pointlessly), cleaning her face with her scrub top's cuff. She eased it ajar barely enough to glance outside, her body shielding the interior view.