Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Nathalie’s hips bucked once, involuntarily, forcing another thick glob to squeeze free. She sobbed with humiliated pleasure, hands flying to cover her face even as her legs stayed shamelessly spread.

”I’m sorry... Doctor... it won’t stop... every time I clench it pushes more out... he filled me so deep... so much... please... don’t look away... see what he did to me...”

Anya dropped the soaked panties onto a metal tray with a wet slap. She reached for a speculum on the side table—then paused, reconsidering. Instead, she slid two bare fingers back into the slick, open asshole, scissoring gently to hold it wide while her thumb circled the swollen rim.

”Significant dilation... hyper-sensitivity... residual semen volume is... excessive,” she narrated, voice cracking. ”We’ll need to irrigate and measure properly. But first...”

Anya’s brow furrowed deeper, her dark eyes narrowing as she held the dripping panties aloft, thick strands of my cum still stringing from the lace like obscene pearls.

The scent in the room thickened—raw, animal, Nathalie’s stretched ass and my heavy load mingling with the faint synthetic musk from the waiting doll. Anya’s white coat strained against her full breasts as she inhaled sharply, her professional facade cracking just a little more.

”Why on earth would you stuff her panties in there like that, Mr. Dexter?” she demanded, voice low and lecturing, laced with a husky edge that betrayed her own arousal. ”Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? It’s not just about infection—though God knows, bacterial buildup in such a... sensitive area could lead to abscesses, sepsis, or worse. But foreign objects like that?”

”They can cause tearing, inflammation, and even long-term damage to the rectal walls. Her asshole is already so swollen, so... gaping from what you did. If you keep improvising like this, you could ruin her ability to hold anything in at all—permanently loose, leaking uncontrollably. Is that what you want? To turn your wife into a constantly dripping mess because you couldn’t control your urges long enough to use a proper plug or just... let it flow?”

I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, my freed cock still bobbing heavily in the air, throbbing visibly under the weight of her words. Heat flooded my face—genuine embarrassment mixing with the rush of humiliation that only made me harder.

I dropped my gaze to the floor, shoulders hunching, voice stammering out in a boyish whine. ”I... I didn’t mean to, Doctor... it was just... we were in such a hurry after I... after I fucked her so hard. She was squirting everywhere, and my cum was just pouring out of her ass... I panicked.”

”I thought if I stuffed them in quickly, it’d keep her clean for the drive... stop it from soaking through her skirt and dripping all over the car seat. I swear, I wasn’t thinking about infections... I just wanted to make sure we got here on time without... without everyone smelling how thoroughly I’d wrecked her holes.”

Anya’s fingers glistening with residue. She stepped closer to me now, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her body, her breath ghosting over my exposed skin.

Nathalie whimpered from the recliner, her gaping asshole clenching futilely, forcing another thick glob of cum to ooze out and trickle down her crack in a slow, hypnotic rivulet. Anya’s eyes flicked down to my swinging cock, then back up, her lecture continuing in that stern, velvet tone that made my balls tighten.

”That’s no excuse, Mr. Dexter, and you can’t even handle basic aftercare? Plugging her with her own soiled thong? It’s reckless. Filthy. And frankly, it’s turning her into a walking biohazard. Look at her now—legs spread wide, pussy dripping just from the humiliation, asshole still fluttering open like it’s begging for more punishment.”

”If you’d used a sterile plug or even just let her expel naturally in the bathroom, we wouldn’t have this mess staining my recliner. Next time, think ahead.”

”You prioritize her health over your... impulsive need to keep her stuffed like some depraved trophy. Because if you don’t, I’ll have to mandate supervised sessions only—no more home play until you prove you can control that thick cock of yours without risking her.”

I swallowed hard, my cock jumping involuntarily at her words, pre-cum beading at the tip and dripping slowly to wet the pants. I rubbed the back of my neck, feigning deeper shame, my voice cracking with embarrassed excuses.

”But Doctor... it felt so good seeing her walk like that... wincing with every step, knowing my load was trapped deep inside her ass, stretching her... I didn’t want to waste a drop.”

”And she... she begged me not to clean up. Said she loved feeling owned, leaking for me. I thought it was hot... I mean, safe-hot? I promise I’ll be better... maybe you could... show me the right way? Like, demonstrate on her right now how to plug her properly without... without making her throb so much she can’t sit straight?”

Nancy and Olivia hovered nearby, their breaths coming in shallow pants, eyes glued to my throbbing length as it swayed with each nervous shift of my hips. Olivia’s hand twitched toward her own thigh; Nancy bit her lip, a soft whimper escaping as she watched Nathalie’s hole wink again, expelling another warm spurt.

Anya exhaled slowly, her cheeks flushing deeper, nipples now visibly tenting her blouse. ”Excuses won’t cut it, Mr. Dexter. Hot or not, you’re endangering her. From now on, no more homemade plugs.”

”If you must keep her full—and clearly, she craves it—you use medical-grade toys. Silicone is easy to sterilize. And you bring her here immediately after if there’s any... overflow issues. Understood? Because watching her leak like this... It’s tempting, I’ll admit. But I won’t let you break her just for your filthy thrills.”

I nodded frantically, cock pulsing harder, the head slick and angry-red. ”Y-yes, Doctor... I understand. I’ll... I’ll buy plugs right away.”

Nathalie moaned louder from the recliner, hips rocking subtly against the air, her gaping ass and dripping cunt on full display as Anya resumed wiping—slower now, more teasing, each stroke dragging over sensitive skin. The room pulsed with heat, the doll forgotten for a moment in the raw, erotic tension of the lecture.