Chapter 2: Ruined by the Sezx Doctor( 2)
1300 Words
The s*x club smelled like sweat, c*m, and leather.
Sariah stood beside her husband, tight dress clinging to her thighs, panties already damp just from the moans echoing through the dim room. She wanted to feel something. Anything.
Keon hadn’t touched her right in months. Their f*****g had turned soft, forgettable—quick strokes, no filth, no hunger. She missed being wrecked. Screamed for. f****d until her p***y gushed.
A couple moaned near the back room, the woman tied to a beam, her t**s bouncing while some stranger slammed into her soaked cunt from behind.
Sariah clenched her thighs. Keon looked away.
Coward.
This was supposed to fix them. Supposed to remind them what it felt like to want.
But so far?
She felt nothing. Just the same cold ache between her legs, and the even colder silence between them.
“Wanna leave?” Keon asked, quiet.
Before she could answer, a voice slid through the shadows.
“You’re not here for fun. You’re here because your p***y’s starving and his c**k’s forgotten how to fuck.”
They turned.
She was stunning. Dark eyes, long black gloves, red leather corset hugging her waist like a whip. She smelled like s*x and power.
“I’m Dr. Vale,” she said. “I’m a s*x therapist. But I don’t do talking. I teach couples with wet mouths and thick dicks.”
.The woman didn’t blink—just looked Sariah up and down like she already knew where this was headed.
“You’re bored,” the woman said. Her voice was velvet wrapped around a knife. “And he’s frustrated.”
Keon stiffened. “Excuse me?”
She leaned closer, brushing her thumb across Sariah’s wrist.
“I do watching. Restraining. Correcting. Ruining.”
Sariah’s breath hitched.
Dr. Vale handed them a black card with silver script. One word only: Come.
“Tomorrow. 10 p.m. Bring nothing but trust. Leave everything else at the door.”
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Next Night – 10 p.m.
The room was red-lit, candles flickering. There was a wide padded table, a wall of toys—straps, plugs, vibrating wands, n****e clamps, dildos the size of wine bottles.
Sariah felt her n*****s harden through her coat. Her panties were already sticky. Her p***y fluttered at the idea of someone else telling her what to do.
Sariah’s heart slammed. Keon looked ready to bolt.
Then Dr. Vale entered like a queen .
This time, she wore a floor-length sheer robe, her curves barely concealed. Her lips were painted the color of danger.
“Strip,” she said. “Clothes off. c***s and cunts out. Now.”
Keon hesitated. She didn’t.
Sariah peeled her dress over her hips, letting her dark n*****s and creamy thighs breathe in the open air. Her p***y was already wet—slick, glistening, a mess for anyone to taste.
Keon’s c**k twitched as he undressed. He was thick—but he hadn’t used it right in too long. She needed it deep, sloppy, begging for mercy.
Dr. Vale circled them like prey.
“Keon,” she said. “Lie down. Arms strapped. Legs open. I want that c**k exposed and twitching.”
He obeyed, silent, eyes wide. She tied him down—tight. His c**k stood hard against his belly, already leaking pre-c*m.
“Pretty,” she purred. “But useless without control.”
Then she turned to Sariah.
“Sit in that chair. Legs wide. Show him the p***y he hasn’t earned in weeks.”
Sariah slid her slick panties down, spread her thighs open, and put two fingers in her creamy cunt.
Keon moaned.
“f**k, baby… you’re dripping”
Dr. Vale cut him off. “No talking.”
She knelt between Sariah’s thighs, tongue dragging a slow, wet stripe through her swollen p***y lips.
“Goddamn,” she growled. “You taste like a slut who’s ready to be broken.”
Sariah gasped. “F-f**k…”
“You like being watched, huh?” Dr. Vale asked. “Like showing your dirty p***y off for him?”
“Yes,” she whispered, hips rocking. “I want him to see how wet I get for someone who knows how to lick.”
Dr. Vale stood. Walked to the toy rack. Pulled out a black strap-on—thick, curved, the size of a fist, already dripping with lube.
“Get on top,” she said to Sariah. “Face him. Ride this fat c**k while he watches you fall apart.”
Sariah climbed up—straddled the therapist, grabbed the base of that glistening toy, and rubbed the tip through her p***y lips until her hole clenched tight.
Then she sank down.
Slow.
Inch by inch.
Stuffed. Full. f*****g stretched.
Her p***y made an obscene squelch as the fake c**k disappeared inside her, creamy juices running down her thighs.
“Oh f**k,” she moaned. “It’s so f*****g big.”
Dr. Vale gripped her hips. “Now bounce, slut. Show him how you ride c**k when you’re starving.”
Sariah moved. Fast. Wet. Loud.
Her t**s bounced. Her soaked p***y swallowed every inch of the toy. Clap, clap, clap—the sound of her ass slapping skin echoed in the room.
Keon moaned, strapped down, c**k twitching, precum leaking out thick and white.
“Please,” he begged. “Let me touch her. Let me c*m”
Dr. Vale just smiled. “No. You’ll sit there with that c**k leaking while I f**k your wife raw.”
Sariah leaned back, grabbing her own t**s. “Oh f**k—I’m gonna c*m”
Dr. Vale slapped her ass. “Not yet.”
Dr. Vale slipped on a second pair of black gloves.
Then she pressed two fingers into Sariah’s slit—slow, deep, f*****g her open while her hips jerked against the restraints.
“Look at that p***y,” she whispered to Keon. “Dripping. Clenching. Begging to be filled.”
Sariah cried out. “Oh God—faster—please”
Dr. Vale curled her fingers just right. “This is how a woman gets touched, Keon. Not with hesitation. Not with pity. With pressure. With power.”
Her thumb found Sariah’s c**t, rubbing it in ruthless, wet circles while her fingers pumped harder.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The room filled with the obscene sound of finger-f*****g. Slick. Creamy. Loud.
Sariah’s body shook.
“Please—please, I’m gonna”
“No.”
Dr. Vale pulled her fingers out. Sariah whimpered, soaked and desperate.
“This is therapy. You don’t get to c*m on command. You earn it.”
She slipped a hand between their bodies, rubbing Sariah’s c**t with ruthless speed.
“Cream for me, b***h,” she whispered. “Soak this c**k. Show your husband how a real orgasm sounds.”
Sariah screamed.
Her p***y squirted, flooding the strap-on, dripping down her thighs in hot, messy waves.
Keon exploded seconds later—white c*m spurting untouched, spraying across his abs and belly.
His c**k twitched, still hard, still begging.
Sariah collapsed forward, shaking, legs soaked, cunt throbbing.
Dr. Vale kissed her neck.
“This was your first lesson,” she whispered.
“Next time? You both get fucked.”
Sariah was shaking more
Her p***y creamed around the strap-on, juices dripping onto Dr. Vale’s thighs. She threw her head back, riding harder, wilder, until the sounds were all skin and moans and filthy, wet slaps.
Dr. Vale’s hand slipped between Sariah’s thighs, rubbing her c**t fast.
“Come, slut,” she said. “Make your husband hear what he lost.”
Sariah shattered.
Her orgasm ripped through her like lightning—loud, shameless, legs trembling, p***y soaking everything.
Keon hands still strapped, c**k spilling untouched.
And Dr. Vale?
She licked Sariah’s mess off her own fingers and smiled.
“Therapy’s just getting started.”
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