Sue Storms Spends The Entire Session Fantasizing About Dr. Stone

Dr. Stone wasn't wearing a bra today. Sue Storm was sure of it. There was something about the way that tight sweater seemed to cling to those pronounced breasts; the fabric was drawn in at the waist as if to emphasize their size and shape. The deep cleavage of the sweater didn't reveal any hint of a supporting undergarment. The Invisible Woman sipped her tea, eyes set just above the level of the teacup so that she could ogle the psychiatrist's tits without looking like she did.

It was almost maddening, to be right across from them, with the ability to turn things invisible, and not be able to see them.

"But you can use your powers that way, can't you?" Dr. Stone said, as if she could hear Sue Storm's inner thoughts.

Sue lowered the teacup.

"Yes, of course," Sue said. Eyes fixated on the soft swell of those breasts as Dr. Stone leaned forward and pressed her upper arms against her breasts. The Invisible Woman swayed in place, utterly unaware of the golden aura that played about the psychiatrist's blonde hair, that was drawn back in a tight bun. Moonstone smiled. It had been much easier this time to hypnotize Sue Storm. The heroine didn't even know she was being influenced.

"Go ahead," Dr. Stone said. "Do it."

Sue licked her lip.

"I...I couldn't. It's not right..." Sue protested.

"But I'm telling you it's okay," Dr. Stone said. "You're not doing anything wrong if I give you permission, am I? After all, it's just looking. It's just like looking at porn. It's not like you're cheating on your husband."

"Oh. Okay..." Sue said.

She blinked. Then the tight sweater vanished from view. Sue felt a warmth flood her cheeks as she saw the breasts, squished between those upper arms. The pink nipples were as big as she remembered, and hard now. The Invisible Woman felt like a she was eighteen again, sneaking a peak at one of her father's pornographic magazines.

"Take a good, long look," Dr. Stone said as she moved her hands up. They didn't seem to quite touch her breasts—that was the invisible layer of the sweater—but Sue still felt the shiver of heat in her crotch. She squirmed in her seat, a week of sexual frustration brought to a head.

"Go ahead," Dr. Stone encouraged her. "Masturbate. Masturbate while looking at my breasts."

The flush of Sue's cheeks turned into a burn from ear to ear. The Invisible Woman's face was flushed. She shook. Parts of her objected, but her mouth couldn't form the words.

"It's okay, Sue," Dr. Stone said soothingly. "It's no different from what you do at night. You do masturbate at night, don't you? Looking at porn? We need to relieve your sexual stress. I'm here for that. To serve your needs. You wouldn't want me to expose my tits to you for nothing, would you?"

As she spoke, Dr. Stone reached down and hefted her breasts up. Squeezed and rubbed the stiff nipples through the invisible fabric. The words were like nails driven into Sue Storm's skull.

Sue panted as her hand reached down her pants. Combed through the thatch of golden hair. Rubbed her wet lips, and then her clit. As Sue stared at Dr. Stone playing with her breasts, Moonstone watched the Invisible Woman's fingers stretch out the tight material of her costume's groin. The villain grinned, eyes a-glow as she used her powers to keep Sue in that punch-drunk state, receptive and horny. Moonstone could feel her own body react, but there was no time for that...not yet.

Minutes ticked by as as Moonstone squeezed and played with her breasts. Sue's finger-movements became more and more frantic. It was a sight to see. One of the most powerful women in the world, reduced to a masturbating gooner. Flicking her bean to Dr. Stone's body. The sexy image of her psychiatrist burned deeper and deeper into her subconscious. Dr. Stone's nostrils flared as she heard Sue's heavy breathing turn into pants. Into moans. Higher and higher, louder and louder. The villain shuddered, ghost bumps rose on her skin as Sue cried out, her whole body arched as she cried out, and the teacup she held in her left hand spilled into her lap...

"I'm so sorry, let me get you a paper towel..." Dr. Stone said.

"It's fine, really. I'll just change when I get home," Susan Storm said, face flushed. Her eyes still stole to the tight sweater on the psychiatrist's chest. She could almost see the stiff nipples push at the fabric.

"Next time we try a relaxation exercise, I'll make sure you aren't still holding a teacup first," the blonde psychiatrist said with a smile. "Do you feel any better now?"

Sue Storm blinked. She took stock of herself, and realized suddenly that she did feel more relaxed. The heroine had come into the office wound up like a spring, but now it was as if the spring had been unleashed. There was a certain lassitude in Sue's body and mind.

"I do," Sue said.

"Good. Until next time, remember what we discussed. You need to do your stress relief exercise every night, if possible," Dr. Stone said.

The Invisible Woman nodded. It was an effort of will to bring her eyes up from that depth of cleavage to stare Dr. Stone in the eye.

"Don't worry, Doctor. I will," Sue said.

Dr. Stone smiled. "Call me Karla, Susan."

"Karla," Sue smiled as she tasted the word, and smiled back.