I was bent over the lab counter, my red hair cascading down my back, my ass pushed out, my pussy already wet with anticipation. It was another weekend on call at Sentosa Medical Centre, and I was alone in the lab, just as I was every weekend. My husband, Jay, had turned me into a hotwife, encouraging me to fuck other men with bigger cocks than his. He loved watching, loved sharing me, and I had to admit, I loved it too.
I heard the door creak open, and I knew it was him. Dr. Sakhti, the playboy with a 10-inch cock, had been after me since the day he laid eyes on me. I had seen the way he looked at me, the hunger in his eyes. I had also seen the way he had masturbated to the leaked video of me giving Jay a blowjob. He wanted me, and I was going to give him what he wanted.
"Shiela," he growled, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long."
I looked over my shoulder at him, my eyes meeting his. "I know, Dr. Sakhti. I've been waiting too."
He stepped closer, his dark skin glistening under the lab lights. He was well-built, his muscles rippling under his white coat. He reached out, his hand cupping my ass, squeezing it gently. "You're so fucking sexy, Shiela. I can't wait to fuck you."
I moaned softly, my pussy throbbing with need. "Then what are you waiting for, Doctor? Fuck me."
He chuckled, his hand moving to my pussy, his fingers sliding inside me easily. "You're already so wet for me, aren't you, you dirty slut?"
I gasped, his fingers hitting my G-spot perfectly. "Yes, I'm your dirty slut, Doctor. I'm here to service you."
He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth, tasting me. "Mmm, you taste so sweet, Shiela. I can't wait to taste your pussy."
He dropped to his knees behind me, his tongue running up my thigh, teasing me. I moaned, pushing my ass back, begging for more. He chuckled again, his tongue finally reaching my pussy, licking me slowly, savoring me.
"Oh, that feels so good," I moaned, my hands gripping the counter tightly.
He licked and sucked, his tongue working magic on my clit. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with need. He stood up, his cock already hard and ready.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Shiela. I'm going to fuck you hard," he growled, his cock pressing against my entrance.
I nodded, my breath hitching. "Yes. Fuck me hard."
He slammed into me, his cock filling me completely. I cried out, the pleasure-pain overwhelming me. He started to move, his cock pounding into me, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.
"Oh, fuck, Shiela. You feel so good. Your pussy is so tight," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
I could feel another orgasm building, my body trembling with need. "Yes. Fuck me harder. Make me come."
He obliged, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. I could feel his cock hitting my G-spot with each thrust, driving me wild. I could feel my orgasm cresting, my body tensing.
"I'm going to come. I'm going to come all over your cock," I moaned, my body trembling.
"Come for me. Come all over my cock," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic.
I cried out, my orgasm hitting me like a wave. My pussy clenched around his cock, milking him. He groaned, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his cum.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies trembling with the aftershocks of our orgasms. He pulled out, his cum dripping down my legs. He turned me around, his hands cupping my face.
"You're mine now, Shiela. You're my sex supplier. I'm going to turn you into my slut hotwife," he said, his voice firm.
I nodded, my body still trembling. "Yes, Doctor. I'm yours. I'm your slut hotwife."
He smiled, his hands moving to my breasts, squeezing them gently. "Good girl. Now, let's get you cleaned up. We have a long night ahead of us."
He led me to the shower, turning on the water. He washed me gently, his hands exploring my body. I could feel his cock hardening again, pressing against my ass.
"Turn around, Shiela. I want to fuck you from behind," he growled, his hands turning me around.
I nodded, my body already responding to his touch.
He entered me from behind, his cock filling me completely. He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep. I moaned, my body responding to his touch.
"Oh, Dr. Sakhti. That feels so good," I moaned, my hands gripping the shower wall tightly.
He chuckled, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. "You're so fucking sexy. I can't get enough of you."
We fucked like that for hours, our bodies entwined, our orgasms building and crashing over us. He turned me into his slut hotwife, his sex supplier. He even took videos, sharing me with his doctor friends, turning me into a pornstar.
And I loved every minute of it. I loved being his slut hotwife. I loved being his sex supplier. I loved being fucked by him and his friends. I loved being turned into a pornstar.
I was his, completely and utterly. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
As the sun began to rise, signaling the end of our night together.