The Lustful Time Lord's Revenge - Chapter 238 - Stimulation Overload

Chapter 238: Chapter 238 – Stimulation Overload

Charlotte squirted again. A stream of clear fluid shot from her pussy, splashing across my stomach, my chest, even my chin. Her body tensed violently, her back arching, and deep in her ass, those walls clamped down wildly, milking my shaft.

The sensation was absolutely unbearable.

Especially with my cum already flooding her ass—now acting as natural lubricant that made my movements even slicker. Each thrust felt like gliding over warm, wet silk. Perfect friction. Just the right pressure.

“Incredible, Nurse Charlie,” I groaned, pumping without pause. “Your asshole is like heaven now. Slick, warm, and always squeezing me.”

Charlotte couldn’t answer. Her mouth hung open, but only sighs and moans escaped. Her eyes were half-closed, tears and fluids mixing on her face.

I kept pumping faster. Harder. Each thrust made her body jolt, her breasts sway wildly, her damp stockings glistening in the dim light.

And I reached my peak again.

A second hot burst shot deep into her ass. More than before. Filling every empty space inside, mixing with my first load, creating a thick, warm concoction.

“AAAAHHHHHHH!” Charlotte screamed long and loud.

And her scream was followed by another stream from her pussy. She squirted again. The third time in a single session. Her body shook violently, orgasm after orgasm crashing into her without mercy.

I kept pumping, emptying every last drop into her ass. Even after my cum was spent, I kept moving, savoring the residual pleasure, feeling how her pulsing ass walls gradually calmed.

When I was satisfied, I pulled my cock out of her asshole.

A strange brup sound escaped as my shaft slipped free from her grip. And once out, the sight before me made me smile with satisfaction.

A thick, churned white mixture began flowing from her gaping asshole. That white fluid slowly oozed out, soaking her asshole, flowing down past her equally wet pussy, then dripping onto the sheets beneath her.

“Well, well, well,” I said, my tone playful. “Look at that, Nurse Charlie. My medicine is all leaking out.”

Charlotte’s face flushed. She looked down, watching his cum flow from her ass.

“I… I’m sorry, doctor,” she whispered weakly.

I slapped her hip.

SMACK! The sharp sound of the slap followed by the jiggle of her plump ass flesh.

“Don’t apologize,” I said, my voice firm. “Hold it in. Don’t let the medicine escape. You need that medicine to heal.”

Charlotte winced, trying to clench her ass muscles to hold back the flow of cum. But her asshole wasn’t that tight anymore. Too much had already escaped.

“Sorry… doctor… I tried…” she whimpered.

I shook my head in mock disappointment. Then my eyes caught something nearby—the stethoscope I’d used earlier to examine her.

I picked it up. The metal instrument was cold in my hand.

“Then I’ll have to perform an emergency procedure,” I said, my voice serious. “To keep the medicine from leaking out.”

Charlotte blinked. “W-What procedure, doctor?”

I showed her the stethoscope. “I’m going to insert this into your asshole. To plug it up. So the medicine stays inside.”

Charlotte’s eyes widened. “W-What?! No… don’t… that will hurt…!”

“Don’t worry, Nurse Charlie,” I said, my tone reassuring but my eyes mischievous. “This is for your own good. As your doctor, it’s my responsibility to ensure the medicine works optimally.”

“Please… doctor… don’t do that…” Charlotte begged, her voice desperate. Her hand reached for my arm, trying to stop me. “I promise I’ll hold it in… really… I’ll try harder…”

But I already had the stethoscope. Its round, metal end was now positioned near her still-gaping asshole, wet with my cum.

“Relax, Nurse Charlie,” I whispered. “This will only take a moment.”

Charlotte bit her lip, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. But she couldn’t fight back. Her hand went limp on my arm, lacking the strength to stop me.

Slowly, I inserted the stethoscope’s tip.

“Aaaaaaahhhh!” Charlotte screamed, her body tensing.

The cold metal entered her still-sensitive asshole. Its chill contrasted with the warmth inside, creating a strange sensation that made her shiver.

I kept pushing. The stethoscope’s tip went deeper, pushing my cum further in, creating a plug.

“G-God… it’s cold… it hurts… but…” Charlotte moaned, her expression twisted between pain and strange pleasure.

I pushed until the stethoscope was almost entirely inside. Only the part normally used to listen to heartbeats remained outside, pressed against her plump ass.

“Done,” I said with satisfaction. “Now your medicine is safe inside.”

Charlotte lay limp, gasping for breath. Her eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling, her body trembling violently. Her ass felt full, stretched by that cold stethoscope, and inside, my warm cum mixed with the strange sensation of a foreign object.

“H-How do you feel now?” I asked, pretending to care. “Any better?”

Charlotte looked at me with teary eyes. Her voice was weak, barely audible.

“Doctor… you’re too rough…”

“I know,” I answered casually. “But this is for your own good.”

“And… and it still hurts…” she continued, her voice trembling. “My ass… still hurts… and now it’s cold…”

I smiled. “That’s normal. Part of the healing process. Just be patient.”

Charlotte could only nod weakly. Her body still trembled, but not just from pain—there was a strange pleasure she couldn’t explain. The sensation of the stethoscope in her ass, cold and foreign, mixed with the remnants of orgasm still coursing through her body.

She felt her ass being truly stretched by a foreign object. And inside, my thick cum was trapped, filling her anal cavity with warmth that contrasted with the stethoscope’s coldness.

Her expression was torn between shame and pleasure.

How could something like this happen to me? Charlotte wondered inwardly, her eyes vacant, staring at the ceiling. How could she, Charlotte Haverty—the Sacred Healer, a Guardian Council member, a respected woman known for decades as a calm and dignified person—end up in a position like this?

With an ass full of cum and a stethoscope. With a body drenched in her own fluids. With her mouth and face dirty with a man’s fluids. With her nurse’s uniform rumpled and open. With stockings torn here and there. With large breasts still wet and throbbing.

She remembered how she used to dream of simple things. A kind man who would sincerely pursue her. A simple wedding with a white dress and flowers. A small house with a rose garden. Children running in the yard. Genuine, gentle love filled with respect.

But reality… reality was far from that dream.

And now… now she was here. With her own friend’s son. Treated like this. Used like this. Destroyed like this.

Charlotte felt broken.

But strangely, she didn’t really care anymore.

Because beneath all that destruction, there was pleasure she had never felt before. Sensations that made her feel alive, even if in the most twisted way. Every touch, every thrust, every filthy word that came out of Adam’s mouth—all of it made her feel that for the first time in her life, she truly existed as a woman.

A small part of her still wanted to fight. Still wanted to preserve what little dignity remained. Still wanted to say “enough” and leave this place.

But most of her had already surrendered.

“How do you feel now, Nurse Charlie?” my voice broke through her daze.

Charlotte looked at him. This young man before her—her own friend’s son, whom she should have protected, not served like this—looked at her with a satisfied expression.

“I… I don’t know…” she whispered honestly.

I smiled. “But it seems like you’re enjoying this.”

Charlotte couldn’t deny it. Her still-trembling body, the hole between her legs still wet, her ass still pulsing—all of it was evidence she couldn’t refute.

“I… I just want to heal…” she whispered, searching for an excuse even she didn’t believe. She seemed to genuinely think of herself as a patient now.

“And you will heal,” I said. “But the treatment isn’t finished yet.”

Charlotte blinked. “Not… finished?”

I pointed downward. At her still-wet and open pussy, still throbbing after multiple orgasms.

“This hole hasn’t been injected yet.”

Charlotte’s eyes widened. “B-But… I’ve squirted so many times… doesn’t that mean…”

“Those are just side effects,” I interrupted, my tone serious. “The root cause still needs treatment. Or don’t you want to fully recover?”

Charlotte bit her lip. Her eyes moved from my face to my still-erect cock. Then to her own throbbing pussy, still leaking residual fluids.

“P-Please…” she finally whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please… inject my pussy too, doctor.”

I grinned widely. “That’s more like it. A cooperative patient.”

I leaned down. My hand reached for her thigh, adjusting my position slightly. Then I guided my large cock toward her open pussy.

The tip touched her labia.

Charlotte held her breath.

Slowly, I pushed in.

And because the stethoscope was still plugging her ass—that cold foreign object still lodged there—her pussy felt tighter than usual. As if all the muscles in her pelvis tensed, responding to pressure from both sides simultaneously.

“Ah… so tight,” I groaned, savoring the sensation.

Charlotte felt something very strange. In her ass, that cold stethoscope shifted slightly from the internal pressure, rubbing against her sensitive anal walls. The cum trapped inside shifted too, creating a wet, warm sensation that contrasted with the cold metal.

And in her pussy, my large cock entered centimeter by centimeter. Opening her tight vaginal walls, stretching them, filling them with a different kind of warmth.

Two opposing sensations. Two holes filled. Two different kinds of pleasure.

Charlotte felt like she was going insane.

“Ah… ah… doctor…” she sighed, her voice trembling.

Her pussy opened, accepted, wrapped around my cock with incredible warmth. The walls inside pulsed, sucked, begged for more.

I paused when I was halfway in. My eyes looked at Charlotte, checking her condition.

“You okay?” I asked.

Charlotte nodded weakly. “Y-yes… continue… please continue…”

I pushed deeper. To the base. Until my entire large shaft was fully buried in her warm, wet cunt.

Charlotte moaned long. Long, deep, from the very depths of her soul. Her limp hands reached for my arms, gripping them tightly—her only anchor amidst the storm of sensations crashing into her.

“This… this is such a big injection,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

I smiled. “This is what you asked for, right? A big injection for your pussy.”

Charlotte couldn’t answer. Could only nod weakly.

I began to move.

Slowly at first. Finding the right rhythm. Pulling out almost entirely—only the tip remaining inside—then pushing back in. Out. In. Out. In.

Each thrust made Charlotte moan. Each withdrawal made her whimper with loss. Her pussy clenched around my cock every time I entered, sucking it deeper, begging for more.

“Ah… ah… yes… right there…” she moaned, her eyes half-closed.

I held her legs, still clad in stockings—now wet and slightly torn in places. I lifted one leg, kissing her shapely calf. Then my hand reached for the stocking’s edge, pulling it slowly.

The thin white stocking slid off her leg, inch by inch. I removed it completely, then used it to stroke her now-bare leg.

“Your legs are beautiful, Nurse Charlie,” I whispered between thrusts.

Then I lowered my head, licking Charlotte’s foot. From the ankle, up to the calf, to the knee, to the thigh.

Charlotte felt ticklish. But it was a pleasant ticklishness. One that added to the pleasure from within. Every lick, every thrust, every movement swept her further away.

I kept pumping. Faster. Harder. Each thrust made her ass jiggle, made the stethoscope in her ass shift slightly, creating additional sensations that made Charlotte scream.

You two were truly fucking wildly now. No more doctor-patient pretext. No more roleplay. Just two bodies destroying each other in pleasure.

I tore the remaining stocking off Charlotte’s other leg. The thin fabric ripped with a satisfying srett, revealing the white skin beneath. Then I lowered my head again—this time to her large breasts.

My tongue licked Charlotte’s hardened nipples. Sucked them, nibbled them gently, pulled them with my lips. My other hand squeezed her other breast, massaging it roughly.

Charlotte moaned loudly, her senses overwhelmed. Breasts, pussy, ass—all stimulated simultaneously.

“I… I’m going to come again… doctor…” she moaned, her voice desperate.

“Wait,” I commanded, my voice hoarse. “With me.”

I pumped faster. Harder. My body began to tense, approaching the peak.

“Now!” I groaned.

And we peaked together.

My hot burst flooded her pussy. Copious, plentiful, warm. Charlotte screamed long, her body tensing, and from deep in her pussy, a stream of her own fluids burst forth, mixing with my cum, creating a thick concoction that flooded her thighs, the sheets beneath, everywhere.

In her ass, the stethoscope shifted from the violent muscle contractions, but held firm, still plugging my first load.

Charlotte collapsed limply, gasping for breath, her body trembling violently.

I collapsed on top of her, my breathing heavy, sweating. For a few moments, you both just lay still, feeling the residual pulses of orgasm.

After a few minutes, I rose. I looked at Charlotte, still lying limp, her face wet, her body dirty, her pussy still leaking their mixed fluids, her ass still plugged with the stethoscope.

“How do you feel now, Nurse Charlie?” I asked softly.

Charlotte stared at me with vacant eyes. But slowly, a small smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

“Very… good,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I feel… very good.”

I smiled with satisfaction. “Thank goodness. My treatment worked.”

Charlotte nodded weakly. Then, in an even smaller voice, she said, “Thank you, doctor.”

“But,” I continued, my tone shifting to something more meaningful, “there’s still one more part that needs treatment.”

Charlotte blinked. “What… part?”

I pointed at her large, wet breasts. “These. Your breasts.”

“My breasts?”

“Yes.” I squeezed one of her breasts, making her moan softly. “Didn’t you say you wanted to be able to produce milk like my mother?”

Charlotte fell silent. Her eyes moved from her breasts to my face.

“I… I did…”

“To produce milk requires special treatment,” I continued. “It takes a lot of effort. Regular stimulation. Every day. Maybe for weeks. Are you ready for that?”

Charlotte bit her lip. In her heart, the internal turmoil continued. But her body had already given its answer.

“I… I’m ready,” she whispered. “Please… teach me how to produce milk, doctor.”

I grinned widely. “With pleasure, Nurse Charlie. With pleasure.”