Surgical Precision

Emma looked at herself in the mirror. Her enhanced breasts were still wrapped in the surgical gauze that would protect them while they healed, but their new weight and heft was reassuring. She’d always been slender—slim, even—but her new exercise regimen had tightened and toned her to the point of an Asgardian. She’d dyed her mousy brown hair into blonde perfection—if someone assumed that made her brainless, all the better for her to be underestimated. And while she’d always found her face agreeable, a few nips and tucks had taken her out of the range of cute and into a staggeringly beautiful vision, her new face carefully calculated to push her closer to the fantasy she knew from psychic experience all men desired. She felt a swell of confidence; the final steps toward becoming the perfect woman had been made, and the perfect woman would have the perfect life, just as her perfect mind now had a perfect body.

“Oh… Miss Frost…”

It was the medical intern, Davis, a cute lad whose overworked, underpaid labors didn’t diminish his sexual appeal—or appetites. Emma probably could’ve landed him back when she wasn’t a 32F, but now, he should be like a cat toy to her. And even if her breasts were still under wraps, she was eager to see if she even needed them, with her mind and body now aligned so harmoniously.

Of course, he could already see her relentlessly exercised ass through the back of her surgical gown as she stood facing away from him, letting him see its perfect curvature as he came in to bring her lunch.

She looked over her shoulder, not doing anything to conceal herself from him—it was far more fun to force him to be the one to look away, if he could manage the willpower. “Davis,” she greeted warmly. “Don’t be shy. You have been inside me, after all.” She ran a finger over the gauze tape to clarify her meaning, though the innuendo still hit home. She could sense Davis’s growing awareness of the blood pumping into his manhood even as she saw it rising in his scrubs, the combination of her sensual body and seductive manner turning him on as surely as a caress.

“It’s a shame it’ll take me so long to heal,” she said, running her finger back down the gauze tape as if it were the fabric of some expensive lingerie. “I can’t wait to try these out. Before, I was so flat-chested. Now I can give a guy a titfuck.” She sharpened her stare at Davis, not using a single iota of her psychic power, just eyefucking him. “Just imagine being the first guy to have his cock in between these teats.”

“That’s, uhh… I wouldn’t really…” Davis half-heartedly lowered the lunch tray to cover his erection, but Emma’s smile stopped him short. He was putty in her hands.

“Shame. But you can still fuck my ass—as long as you get it good and wet first.”

Goodness—Emma was keeping a close eye on his thoughts and could see he was about to ejaculate just over the idea. She put a quick stop to that, psychically locking down his orgasm. But other than that, she did nothing to interfere with his lusts. Look Ma, no hands. 

“Come over here and lick my ass,” she told him firmly.

Seeming to do three things at once with unerring precision, Davis laid down the lunch tray, closed the open door, and locked it with a key from his pocket. He’d make a good surgeon one day with that kind of grace under pressure. 

While he was busy, Emma laid down on the bed, elbows and knees. She raised her buttocks high in the air, the robe falling away from them, and rested her head on her arms so she could watch by looking back between her legs.

She felt a swell of animal desire from Davis as he crawled up behind her. Exposed, her buttocks were like big, ripe melons in front of him, and he could see how she’d shaven her pubic hair down to nothing more than a tiny diamond shape upon her pubis. 

The creamy whiteness of her skin thrilled him, while the way she was kneeling there with her ass waiting for him made the intern feel like a king. He saw the dark asterisk of her anus nestled between the globes of her ass and his balls contracted hard.

“Lick me, Davis. Don’t stop until I’m good and wet,” Emma said, the obscenity of her words serving to increase her anticipation.

Davis brought his face down to the curvature of her ass and he dipped his pink tongue into the valley splitting it. He ran his tongue down between her buttocks until the tip touched her puckered sphincter. 

“Aahhh!” Emma moaned, feeling his tongue pressed against her anus. She was surprised to find how good it felt. She could feel fires igniting in her body, hotter than ever before, and she wondered how much her tits would jiggle as she was sodomized.

His tongue moved all over her valley, but the tip returned to her asshole with an intense focus. He kept wetting her anal entrance with saliva until it was thoroughly lubricated, with Emma getting more and more excited. She wondered why it was so arousing to have Davis kiss her ass. Was it just because he was a man or was it that she possessed an ass, a body, that made him unthinkingly demean himself for her? Emma admitted to herself that there were strains of both in her intense reaction, but there was also the physical aspect of what he was doing to her. She had never before realized how sensitive her asshole was—ironic that it’d taken a boobjob for her to realize the potential in her ass!

She moaned with delight, encouraging the eager young man with waves of psychic lust—now that she had him, there was no reason not to push the sexual encounter into being as carnal as possible. She was even wondering if she could have a climax from a tongue in her ass when Davis suddenly stopped.

“You’re good and wet now,” he said, and Emma wondered if he were talking about her asshole or elsewhere. Both were true. But a perfect woman like Emma Frost didn’t settle for missionary after she’d promised herself the savory intensity of an assfuck.

“I am indeed,” Emma said. “What are you going to do about it?”

Davis needed no urging except that challenging tone. He took his quaking erection in his hand and guided it to her puckered anus, pressing the head firmly between her buttocks. Then, he lunged forward.

“AAAAAAAHHHH!” Emma screamed. She had been floating on waves of euphoria until Davis rammed himself into her rectum. The pain was incredible! It felt like he was stabbing a dull knife into her!

Emma’s eyes filled with tears as she had to bite her lip to keep from giving off another loud cry. She was about to force Davis to stop, to admit that she couldn’t take it, when the initial pain started to fade. The agony of her body slowly gave way to an incredible ecstasy.

She watched between her legs as his member drove into her bowels—it still hurt, but now there was something joyful about the pain, and she could feel passion growing inside her in response. 

“Oh! OOOOOO! Fuck me, Davis! Make me feel that cock up my ass! Make me feel it all the way in!”

Davis fucked her instinctively, his hips jerking like powerful pistons to send his cock flying in and out of her anal passage. Emma could hardly believe what was happening to her. Each stroke he gave her hurt like the devil, but also sent waves of pleasure raging through her body. How could something hurt this much and feel so good at the same time?

“Should I—should I shoot in your ass?” Davis demanded without missing a stroke. If she only focused a little, Emma could feel the warning messages from his balls, radiating out of him to say that eruption was imminent. 

“Yes!” Emma cried. “I want to feel your seed in my ass! Give it to me! Give it to me now!”

She reached back between her legs and grasped his bobbing testes in her hand, fondling and squeezing them as he send long, hard thrusts deep inside of her asshole. And even as she pumped his scrotum, Emma told him what he wanted to hear, playing the wanton temptress to the hilt.

“Hurry, Davis! Don’t make me wait! Fill me up! I don’t know how much more I can take!”

Literally in the palm of her hand, Davis couldn’t hold out a second longer. The way she talked, the way she fondled him, it was too much. He thrust his cock in up to the hilt as his balls emptied.

“Here… it… IS!” he roared.

Emma felt the first hot jets of his semen fill her ass and she thought that she was blowing apart. Her orgasm seemed to explode on the heels of his psychically resonating ecstasy, like a match setting off dynamite. It was so intense that she collapsed onto her stomach, Davis following her down, pumping his hard manhood into her ass all the way down.

“Give it to meeeeee!” Emma cried, meaning it even as she intended it as a final kissing button on the whole affair. She wanted him to leave feeling like a sexual god who’d been honored to service a Valkyrie. 

When his balls were completely drained, Davis slowly withdrew his limp cock from her anus and fell over beside her on the bed.

“Jesus,” Davis sighed. “That was something!”

“Yes, Davis,” Emma replied in a low, exhausted voice. “It was.”

But what would really be something was if she could convince the cute nurse on staff to remove all the cum Davis had just deposited in her ass. After all, she never had figured out if she could orgasm from a tongue in her asshole.