Chapter 4: Ruined by the Sex Doctor (4)

The new address wasn’t the sex club.

It was a warehouse on the city’s edge—quiet, windowless, forgotten from the outside. But inside, it was all velvet and shadows. Lights low and red. Heavy drapes muffling the sounds of moans behind distant walls. The air itself felt like it had been fucked in.

Sariah gripped Keon’s hand tighter. Her coat brushed her bare thighs. Underneath, she wore nothing. Her nipples were already stiff under the thin lining. Her pussy throbbed from the memory of the kitchen table—milk on her tits, his cock deep inside her. But this was something else entirely.

There was no comfort here.

Only rules.

Only heat..

Now, standing inside this strange red-lit space, her nipples already hard under her coat, her pussy wet just from anticipation… she wondered if she could obey.

A woman in a sheer bodysuit greeted them and ushered them forward into the room where Dr. Vale waited.

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Dr. Vale stood there like a vision in violence.

Black leather corset so tight it looked poured on. Long gloves. Glossy black heels that clicked like a countdown to destruction. Her lips were painted the same deep red as the riding crop she tapped against her thigh.

“You came,” she purred.

Sariah shivered. Keon swallowed hard.

“You came sore, fucked, soaked in each other’s cum. Good. That’s how I like my couples—already broken.”

She stepped aside.

And that’s when he walked in.

He wasn’t just hot.

He was dangerous.

Sariah gasped.

He was tall—cowboy tall. Broad shoulders. Dusty boots. Tan skin like sun-warmed whiskey. He wore nothing but jeans and a low-slung belt. His abs cut deep, a tattoo peeking from the edge of his waistband. His face was clean-shaven, sharp jaw, dark eyes that didn’t blink.

“This is Colt,” Dr. Vale said. “He’s not here to watch.”

Colt’s eyes locked on Sariah—and smirked.

Keon stepped forward.

“Wait—what—what are we”

Dr. Vale cut him off with one word: “Strip.”

They obeyed.

Sariah dropped her coat, bare underneath. Her body was glowing—nipples tight, pussy slick. Keon pulled off his shirt, then his pants, his cock already thick and twitching from the tension.

Two masked assistants appeared, wordless.

Rope was brought out.

“Arms up,” Dr. Vale commanded.

One by one, they were tied—wrists bound to hooks, legs spread wide and restrained. 

Not cruel, but tight. Just enough to leave them completely exposed, completely vulnerable.

Sariah’s hands trembled, but the second her ankles were fastened to the cushioned floor and her cunt was left open and helpless… she moaned.

Dr. Vale stepped between them and caressed Sariah’s inner thigh.

“You won’t be touched tonight,” she whispered. “But you’ll be teased. You’ll ache. You’ll beg. And you’ll watch what you’ve forgotten how to do.”

She turned to Colt.

“Take off your jeans.”

He did it slow. Sinful. Undressing like he’d done this a thousand times and knew exactly what it did to women.

His cock sprang free—long, thick, dark, curved like sin itself. The head glistened with pre-cum. Veins throbbed. And he didn’t say a word.

Sariah let out a helpless little whimper.  “Oh… fuck.”

Keon groaned.

Dr. Vale walked to the center of the room and sat on the couch like a queen about to be worshiped.

“Come here,” she said to Colt.

He knelt in front of her. Kissed her ankle. Then her thigh. Then pulled her legs wide.

No panties.

 He devoured her. Tongue rough. Fast. No teasing. No buildup. Just licking to ruin her.

Slurps. Moans. Her hands gripped his hair as she ground her pussy on his face.

“Look at that tongue,” she said, voice shaking. “He eats like he’s starving.”

Sariah moaned just watching—her own pussy clenching in air, her nipples aching to be touched.

Sariah struggled against the ropes, clit pulsing. She could hear how wet Dr. Vale was from across the room. She could smell it.

Keon was leaking thick strings of precum, cock jerking in the air.

But they weren’t allowed to touch. Not each other. Not themselves.

Just watch.

“You may not look away,” Dr. Vale said.

Colt stood, spit glistening on his chin, and pulled her hips up into his lap. One strong hand on her throat, the other gripping her ass.

Dr. Vale shoved Colt’s face deeper, gasping, then pushed him back with one hand.

“Now fuck me.”

He stood. Grabbed her thighs. Lined himself up—and thrust.

One long, hard stroke. All the way in.

Dr. Vale’s moan was filthy.

“Fuuuck—yes—deeper—stretch this pussy”

Colt obeyed.

He fucked her in slow, cruel strokes—cock so thick her pussy stretched around him with every thrust. Her tits bounced, her ass slapped the couch, and Sariah could see the white ring of wetness building around the base of his cock.

“Faster,” Dr. Vale moaned.

He grabbed her waist and pounded.

The room filled with wet slaps. The couch rocked. Her moans rose higher.

The couch creaked. Her tits bounced. Her nails dragged down his back, leaving red lines.

Sariah was dripping down her thighs just watching.

“Please,” she whispered. “I want to touch myself.”

Dr. Vale locked eyes with her, mid-thrust.

“No.”

Colt fucked harder. Skin slapping. Balls hitting her ass.

She reached back and slapped his cheek.

“Faster.”

He grabbed her hips and pounded into her—hard, brutal, messy. The sound was wet, obscene.

“Your wife’s watching me fill this pussy,” Dr. Vale said to Keon, moaning. “She’s watching my tits bounce while I ride this cock you’ll never measure up to.”

Keon growled.

Sariah whimpered. Her body was twitching against the ropes, aching, needing to be filled.

“Please let me touch him,” she begged. “I want his cock. Or yours. Anything.”

“Not yet.”

Dr. Vale was close—she reached up, tugged Colt’s hat off, tossed it aside, grabbed his jaw.

“Use me.”

Colt flipped Dr. Vale over bent her over the couch.

And fucked her from behind—deep, cruel thrusts, one hand on her throat, the other smacking her ass until it turned red.he fucked her like a weapon.

His hips snapped against her ass. His hand smacked her hard, leaving red prints.

“Your wife’s watching me get wrecked,” she moaned to Keon. “She’s watching another man split me open. And I’m loving it.”

Keon was red-faced, cock leaking like he was about to cum from just watching.

Sariah was panting now.

Keon was fully hard, cock twitching in the air, leaking thick white precum onto the floor.

Colt reached under her, pinched her clit while he fucked her from behind.

She gasped. Twitched.

Came.

Loud. Shameless. Cream dripping down her thighs.

He pulled out and stroked his cock fast—hard—eyes locked on Sariah’s helpless, shaking body.

And then He pulled out. Grabbed his cock. And came.

Hot, thick ropes of white cum splashed across Dr. Vale’s ass and lower back.

She leaned back, spread the mess with her fingers, moaning like a goddess fed on filth.

Sariah whimpered.

Keon was trembling.

“Now,” she said to Sariah and Keon.

“You two may speak one thing. One truth. One dirty fantasy you’ve never said out loud.”

Sariah’s voice was shaking.

“I want to be fucked while someone watches,” she gasped. “I want to be made to scream and look him in the eyes while his cock is twitching helpless in the corner.”

Keon groaned.

Then his turn.

“I want to be tied down,” he said. “And made to watch her ride another man’s cock while I beg to touch her.”

Dr. Vale smirked.

“Good.”

She stepped closer, sticky with cum, and placed a single finger between Sariah’s thighs—just one swipe through her slit.

“You’re both so fucking ready.. Then for your final session… you’re getting exactly what you want.”

She straightened. Her voice turned clinical. Commanding.

“You’ll arrive separately tomorrow. You won’t speak. You won’t see each other. You won’t know who’s touching who.”

She paused.

“You’ll follow every command… or you leave unfinished.”