Bip-bip. Bip-bip. Bip-bip. Bip-bip. I grudgingly opened my eyes. The darkroom was illuminated by the red light of the damn clock. My hand moved in the darkness. Bip-bip. Bip-bi- Ah, the blessed silence. For a moment I lied in the bed, my tiredness not gone after a long night of sleep. Just the thought of work made me tired. I lied on the bed, for a long moment, not thinking about anything. Then, with a heavy sigh, I got up and walked to the bathroom. I didn't bother with turning on the light – I lived in this room for a decade, I knew it well. I reached for the switch of the bathroom’s light. Click! I squinted my eyes as the light hit me. I blinked a few times as I walked up to the mirror. Looking back at me was a middle-aged attractive brunette, wearing red sexy nighty. Why was I even bothering with that? Dejected I allowed the cloth to slide down, revealing my large breasts, flat stomach, slim figure... I was proud of my body... but what of it, if I will not any partner here. I could have been sitting under the palms, on tropical islands. All I had to do was just to agree to become a trophy wife of Stephen Woods... But no, me, a trophy wife? No chance. I had this ambition to change the world, to save the people. And I landed myself in an asylum on some northern island, isolated from society. Almost two decades in this shithole, and for what? I sighed, dejectedly. I walked up under the shower, a moment later a hot water hit my skin. Basking in the pleasant feeling, I started slowly, almost lazily spreading the soap over my body.
As the brunette slowly soaped her body a fantasy entered her mind - one where she was not alone in the shower. Another person was there with her, their hands spreading the soap all over her body: Her arms, her legs, her stomach, her back, her ass, her breasts, between her legs... and for some reason the mysterious person seemd to focus on her tits, ass and pussy...
I sighed with the content as the hot water washed over my body. I spread the shampoo over my long hair and started rubbing it in. Once done, I grabbed the soap and started cleaning my body. First the chest, stomach and back, then the arms, the ass, between asscheeks, pussy, then tights, legs and feet. All mechanical, as part of an everyday ritual. My hands moved back, up, spreading even more soap over my chest, under the breasts, on their sides. Then my hand moved lower, as I slowly rubbed the soap between my labia, cleaning it diligently, before making sure that my butt was also cleaned. I grabbed the handshower and started flushing the soap.
As she begins to finish up in the shower, another fantasy enters her mind, as she imagines what would have happened had she become a trophy wife. Images of her being ogled on tropical islands, wearing sexy and expensive dresses in the VIP rooms of nightclubs, doing drugs and being utterly admired, and finally being watched by her husband as two burly men spit roast her.
The most pleasant part of showering, for me, is the moment when all of the dirt, flows down my skin, leaving me clean and refreshed. I wonder, how would the warm sees feel? I put the handshower on the holder and allowed the water to just flow down on me. I can already imagine it - me, lying on the beach, hot sun on my skin, doing nothing but enjoying the heat, the views, reading books, drinking cocktails... all day long. The younger men's eyes on me, admiring me. Then, at night, dancing in the rhythm of the music in night clubs, my body bouncing, various men striving for my attention, to dance with me, buy me a drink, offering me drugs... And later, at night, the messed sheets... "Mhm~" I moaned and shivered from excitement. It took me but a moment to realise that unconsciously, I started fingering myself. "Fuck!" I earned against the shower's wall, my fingers started working their magic on my pussy and with other hands, I started groping my breast. "Aaa~" I arched as a shock travelled through my body. I closed my eyes, as my body started shaking from pleasure and the stream from the shower hit my breast.
She begins to imagine that there's a man in the shower with her, powerful and virile, who takes control of her, gripping her by the throat as his fingers enter her body and press again her most sensitive spots, before entering her with his cock, pounding her against the shower wall.
As my fingers fug inside me, my legs wobbled, as a jolt went through my brain, when fingers scratching - my nails scratched my sensitive flesh. "Yeh~" I breathed hotly as I squeezed my tit. I imagined a man - one of those football players, bulky bodybuilders - walk naked inside the shower. It were no longer my fingers, but his, that explored me. "Mhm~" I bit my lip as I felt my pussy clench on my pussy. More, he needed to be more assertive. I moved my hand from my chest to my throat and squeezed. "Mhm~" I moaned as I could almost feel his muscles touching my back. I closed my eyes. His powerful large hand grabbed my throat, as the man asserted his control, I almost whimpered as he removed his fingers and rammed his fat cock and started pounding me, his free hand playing with my tits. I leaned forward, pushing my chest against the shower's wall, grinding my tits against the tiles. All the while my fingers furiously working on my labia, pussy... He pushed my body against the wall, and pounded, making my mind go blank with each of his thrust. He was powerful, virile, assertive... his hand squeezed my throat, choking me... My body shook from pleasure as I felt reaching the peak, my mind loading with pleasure, drowning it... and all went white.
As she orgasms, the doctor finds that her fantasies begin to fade, but that the images of wealth, and of submission, stay in the back of her mind as she begins to go about her day.
I opened my eyes slowly. I realised that I was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall - the stream of hot water was still hitting my skin. I sighed, slowly got up. As I finished cleaning, the fantasies of hot sun and the warm island still fresh in my mind. I turned off the water and walked up to the sink. ‘Truly, sucking off a dick every morning for the possibility of enjoying the wealth and its pleasures don’t sound so bad, after all those years.’ I thought as I looked at my reflection. I sighed and took the towel. After I was dry, I walked into my room and started dressing up. Brown garter with dark brown stockings, black panties and bra, grey pencil skirt, white shirt buttoned, white coat and black heels. Finally, I put my glasses into my coat's pocket - with age, came deterioration of my sigh. I could still see clearly but had problems when reading. With my clothes in order, it was time to make my way to the mess hall. Breakfast was waiting. The Asylum is a dumping place for the people that do not fit into our society. Dangerous degenerates, rapers, psychopaths, even murderers... through, there are also other kinds of residents... I walked through the dark corridor, my heels clicking loudly with each of my steps, as I passed from one beam of light to another. It was eerie, really. My heels and the occasional buzzing of light bulb were the only sounds that accompanied me. The light is falling weakly on the middle of the corridor, leaving the doors to the cells barely visible. Damn budget cuts. Don't they even have money for a few light bulbs?
As she walks she briefly imagines people staring at her - first the patients, then the other doctors. Ogling her, checking her out, lusting after her...
Click, click, click. I started feeling as if something was poking my mind... like if... I was being watched. I stopped and turned around. The corridor was empty. I shook my head. Just my imagination. Click, click, click. My heels continued clicking, as I walked to the mess hall. * * * "Doctor Cassani." I looked up from my breakfast - scrambled eggs and coffee. "Bon appetite!" "Doctor Nistor." I nodded to the graybeard short plump man who gave away a vibe of a friendly grandfather, as he sat with his own tray with food. How he managed to keep looking like, in this environment, I will never now. "Enjoy your meal." He thanked and for a moment we ate in silence. "There will be a newcomer in the afternoon." He started after a few moments. "Oh?" I allowed. "The director wanted you to pick up the newcomer." I looked up, at him.
A though appeared in her mind. "I wonder if the newcomer has a big dick... or maybe bigs tits and tight pussy..."
I paused for a moment. "Male or female?" I asked curiously. "Female, or male?" I asked curiously, touched by sudden impulse. Not that it mattered much. "Female. A wife of Mr Aclin had a mental breakdown. He send her here to recover." "I see..." I nodded. Of course, the reason she was sent her was a lie. People leaving this island after successful convalescence are few and far between. If I remember correctly, Mr Aclin is a successful and rich businessman. The fact that he send her here means that her 'recovering' is the last thing on his mind... I sighed as I returned to eating. Not my problem. I work in bloc with male prisoners... murderers, papers, serial killers... 'the fun company' that gave me creeps. * * * I grabbed the coat and walked to the gate. As I arrived, I tied my coat tightly and shivered. It was damn windy. After a moment, four guards approached me. "Here for an escort, doctor?" The man with face with scars after smallpox turned to me. "Yes, Chris." "Waste of your time." He said as he turned to the harbour. "We will bring the patient to you anyway." I gave him a small smile. "Be as it may, that's what my boss ordered. What can you do?" I shrugged, making him snicker. "Yeah, I guess, no matter the place, there will always be an all knowing asshole - ready to ruin all his co-worker's lives." I laughed at that. "Shall, we?" He asked pointing to the see. I nodded and started walking, entering the dark forest that was between the 'castle' and the see.
As Dr Cassani walks, she pictures Mr Aclin, his face familiar to her through some newspaper photo or tv news appearance that she absent mindedly saw some evening. He smiles, sitting at the desk of Cassani's office, in her seat. Without asking, the doctor notes. Cassani opens the briefcase the businessman hands her, and is blinded by the sight of green. Aclin tells Cassani what she's going to do, neither requesting nor demanding that she acquiesce to his whims, but outright telling her what to do, as if she had no say in the matter. After instructing Cassani to sabotage his wife's mental health and ensure she has yet another breakdown, Aclin spreads his legs. She sees a pronounced bulge through his pants, as the tycoon asks her if she'd like to earn even more money. The sound of birds chirping rouses Dr Cassani from her daydream, as she walks towards her destination.
As she walked through the dark forest more weird thoughts appeared in her mind. "I wonder if she would rather suck Chris' dick, or eat me out? Or both?"
As I walk through the forest, my thoughts travel to the Mrs Aclin. If she failed her... recovery, then her, rich, the husband would be free for taking. I'm quite proud of my looks, and I'm sure I could satisfy him. I might even help her fail the examinations, maybe he would pay me - I quirk my lip and shake my head. I am working in a different wing, that won't be happening. I quickly forget my fantasies. * * * "It's late." I can merely nod. I and Chris made our way to the top of the port tower, waiting inside, while the other guards decided to wait in the Wearhouse, and play some dice. "How long?" I ask as I look at the calm sea. My eyes turn to the guard as he checks the instruments. Suddenly I am hit by the image of myself on my knees blowing him, while his friends play outside. "About 40 minutes." He answers. I bit my lip as I feel the dampness between my legs. I wonder if he would lick it...
Another brief fantay appeared in her mind - her sitting on Mrs Aclin's face, the woman eating her out eagerly, while Chris is busy fucking the Mrs' pussy hard.
Her fantasy continues, the image of Mrs Aclin serving her, pleasing her body with tongue and hands on her mind. Then, Chris takes control, having the women both please him, making the doctor suck on his hairy balls while Aclin takes his hard dick in her throat. "Say cheese." Chris chuckles, and Doctor Cassani looks up to see Chris filming her with his phone.
I take out my phone - as always, no range. There were only a few places on the entire island, where I could connect to the network - besides our offices and terminals in some private rooms. For some reason, thinking about Mrs Aclin made me hot. I know that I will have nothing to do with the woman's treatment since she will be in a different block, but my mind still cannot stay from the 'what if' possibility... the thought of becoming new Mrs Aclin and servicing Mr Aclin made my stomach fill with butterflies... I bit my lip as I started grinding my thighs. Idly, turned the camera on my phone... I looked at it for a moment before putting it in a way, that it recorded the entire room. I turned to look at Chris, my eyes trailing on his big hands, muscular arms, wide chest - he was higher than me... much higher. I shivered as I felt my sex juices flowing down, reaching the tops of my stockings.
As Doctor Cassani becomes wet, she feels the beginnings of an idea coming together in her mind, unbidden. She realises that she's not going to be working in the same wing as Aclin's wife, but at the same time, knows that her supervisor is a man, and a straight one at that. She realises that her womanly charms have the potential to put her where she wants, though it's up to her if she's willing to take that step. After that, it'd be perfectly normal for her to contact Mr Aclin, for the treatment of her patient, of course. If she made the first move, a man like him would probably take the lead and make her give him what he wants, though of course, she has to be willing to take that first step, she realises. Looking again at Chris, she gets a feeling that if she keeps these displays of horniness up, the muscular man, like Aclin, will soon take what he wants, right in this room...
