Sue Storm Needs To Be Comfortable Around Dr. Stone - No Clothes

"This is better, isn't it?" Dr. Stone said, holding up a handkerchief to soak up the blood that oozed from her nostrils. Sue Storm bounced up and down on the ball, her pussy splayed on the exercise ball's dildo, breasts jiggling in time. It was almost hypnotic, watching those tits move through the physics of rise and fall, spinning slightly...it helped Moonstone focus through the maddening buzz of her implants.

"Better," Sue Storm repeated automatically. Her mind as open and receptive as a car radio right now. Ready for whatever Moonstone broadcast at each other.

"I think all of our sessions will in the nude from now on," Karla said, eyes burning. "We have nothing to hide from each other, after all."

"Nothing to hide," Sue agreed.

Karla leered at her superheroine. Not quite in thrall, but so easily manipulated. She could almost get Sue to do anything she wanted...yet Moonstone knew that too far, too much, would cause resistance, raise questions. Her powers could suggest, manipulate, but not change Sue's essential nature. Not all at once.

"Perhaps we should greet and say farewell with a kiss," Moonstone said, suddenly light-headed. The handkerchief was almost soaked through with blood.

"A kiss," Sue said.

"Just a little tongue," Karla added.

"Tongue."

Awareness came back to Sue as Dr. Stone helped her off of the exercise ball. The Invisible Woman's legs felt weak, noodle-y. Her pussy had that pleasant soreness that came from sex, and as Dr. Stone helped her over to the chair where her clothes were, Sue felt the similar familiar ache in other parts of her body.

"Feel better?" Doctor Stone said, touching a tissue to her nose. Sue saw that the psychiatrist had a nosebleed.

"I feel great," Sue said. "How are you?"

"Dry air," Dr. Stone said. "I should get a humidifier."

Sue Storm felt stronger as she dressed. Dr. Stone walked her to the door.

"Take care of yourself," Dr. Stone said. "Until next week."

"You too," Sue said.

Then, without prompting, she leaned forward, head tilted, lips parted. Dr. Stone met her, and their lips pressed together, the tips of their tongues just touching. Not a long or intimate kiss, but a promise of future kisses.

"Next week," Sue promised.