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Mommy's Needs
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Mommy's Needs by jubjub44
I had always been proud of john. He was always helping out in any way he could, and after his father died, he really stepped up to the plate by getting a job to help pay what bills he could and doing a lot of work around the house that’d usually be reserved for a man. He was more like a man than he realized though, at least in terms of maturity. He had maintained his grades, which were superb to begin with, and had earned a scholarship to the local state university.
My job as a personal trainer kept me around enough to take care of a lot of things around the house, as I could have clients come over and train in the basement once occupied by my late husband.
He had passed away when John was only 3, and in doing so, left the majority of work in raising john to me. I dated for a year or two after his passing however I quickly found out that the pool of men to draw from wasn’t quite what it’d used to be. I guess I had gotten lucky…
I was just now starting to get back into the dating scene however, and had upped my training so-to-speak in an effort to impress the men I might later be spending a lot of my time with. The reeling in used to be the hard part, now I needed to work on my bait.
It didn’t take to long to get in to “fighting shape” I had always ran, and I still do to this day, although not competitively like I did up through college. I always had a pretty good metabolism, so I reality, I only needed to shed about ten or fifteen pounds. Although a little bit of my mother in me was making me feel like it should’ve been twenty-five or thirty.
I wholeheartedly knew this wasn’t the case though, as I was definitely what men would consider curvaceous. I was 43 now, and needed the help of color in box to maintain the same tantalizing brunette locks I had in my younger years, but I still felt my body was great, without the help of any silicone or liposuction machines. My butt was still firm, I guess my Hispanic heritage helped a slight bit, my mother was from Spain, and I’m thinking she was to thank for what often got cat calls and whistles after a workout whilst walking home or to the bus stop in some form-fitting sweats. This was especially the case when I was training a client over in the rough part of town.
I knew I had a great pair. You learn pretty quickly when you’re 15 and walking though a crowded mall with your friends and teenage boys and married men alike are starring at your tits. They were full and firm 34C’s, at least that’s the size bra I wore. My Curvy figure made it a bit harder to find the right fit, as my hourglass figure is not the same one shared by all bra consumers. Plus, the little extra tightness pushed them up ever so slightly, increasing my already fantastic cleavage and aiding me just a bit more in securing one more free drink after a hard nights work.
Well, I know I’ve been long in setting up my little story here, but this is where our little story gets interesting.
After one of those aforementioned “hard days of work” I went to the local watering hole with my best friend Stacy. We had always been close; we roomed together in college, and now were both personal trainers, so she felt my plight when it came to nights like this.
I was throwing back wines like it was going out of style, which always seemed to be occurring on half-price wine Wednesdays, while listening to Stacy tell some of her racy and risqu?tories of conquest. Evidently, Stacy had taken to catering to the good-looking sector of our clientele, and had taken to seducing them. She noted how, “It only takes about 5 minutes of flirting or about 30 seconds of ‘accidental’ rubbing or touching for the little head to take over the big one.”
God hearing her stories made me ache. It’d been years, since I’d felt anything more than a vibrator inside of me. Hearing her tell of sucking of would-be CEO’s or even a spoiled son of one made me yearn for a real dick. A real fucking cock that could pulse and throb, read me, become one with me, and then release all of that pent up passion deep in parched throat, or in my now moist, and warm pussy.
I almost sat and fucking rubbed one out right there at the bar. Damn. I had been so long since I’d heard anything of the sort/ sure, I read my romance novels and watched some porn, but it was all fake, and I knew it. This was real. This was happening.
I sat and listened for a few more hours before she graciously dropped me back off at my place, on the car ride home, I noticed some my juices. Not only could I detect the sweet aroma floating from my inner thighs, but as I happened to look down, I noticed that 2 beads of my sweet pussy juice were running down my thigh, having escaped the confines of my g-string. I tried to make it unnoticeable, and I think I did a good job of it.
As I silently (Hell, that’s what it seemed like to me) walked into my house, I just wanted to make sure everything was in order before I went upstairs and plunged a vibrator in my cunt. You know, simple things, like turning off all the lights, looking all the doors, and generally just making sure the place wasn’t a total mess.
You’d think this’d be fairly easy with a son who’s so responsible, but he spent nearly all of time at work or school, and it was only on the weekends that he was around a lot, and event hen, he spent most of his time outside, working in the yard.
I tidied everything up and locked what needed to be, then I headed to john’s room to make sure he was actually home (Hey, you never know with a college-bound 28 year-old) and tuck him into bed.
It was no surprise to see him there, sleeping, he was generally a great kid, so I went to just go and tuck him in. As I took a step or two towards his bed, he rustled. He rolled a bit from having been on his side, and in doing so had pulled the covers nearly off of himself.
I continued by walk towards the bed, and couldn’t help but feel my pussy yelling at me to hurry it up. I kissed John on the forehead, as was my tradition since as long as I could possibly remember, and then placed a hand on his comforter to pull it up all the way over him. As I did, I noticed a faint outline against his inner thigh. “There’s no fucking way” I thought. “I can’t check out my own son’s cock for Godsakes! That’s just wrong”
On the other hand, He was sort of my creation. I figured out it wouldn’t harm to observe what my handiwork had created. And it least it’d give me something nice to think about before I toyed myself into ecstasy in no sooner than five minutes.
I decided to take the plunge: I pulled the comforter back thinking he’d have the same inclination to sleep in the buff that his father used to. I was right. I peered down, and say it resting there. He was big flaccid; a good deal bigger than his father at that. I just stared at it almost hypnotized by his member. It’d been so long since I’d had one inside me, seeing this fresh one, just made me salivate. My pussy started to heat up again, and after a full minute of starring at his thick piece of meat, I felt another bead of pussy juice flow down to me knee. My cunt was soaked. It was telling me what I needed to have. I cautiously put one hand on his cock, and gently stroked him, as not to wake him up. My god was he huge. As I started to work his shaft, he grew to what had to be nearly nine inches long, and almost six or so inches thick. I hadn’t ever even seen one this big in real life before. Yet it’d been living with me all these years. It was literally the monster down the hall.
I took my free hand and quickly unzipped my skintight jeans. I swallowed my middle and ring ringers and plunged them down the inside my cunt. I finger-fucked and jerked simultaneously for a good minute, and then worked solely on my clit for the next two.
I couldn’t believe what I was doing: Not only pleasuring my self in front of my own son, but doing it because of him, and then touching him on top of that. After the minutes of excitement and taboo, I leered down once again. I need some dick. I need some now. I quickly threw myself onto my knees like was the practice when I was 18, and pulled him a bit closer to me. Up to this point, everything had been real soft and gentle, as to not wake him up; however now, I had a mission at hand.
I licked the tip of his cock and then inhaled one his balls, sucked it and releasing with a nice “Pop!” This must’ve startled him, as his body stirred. He took a glance down, and was shocked.
“Mom! What the FUCK are you doing? What is going on?”
He was confused, and I loved every second of it.
“Mommy’s just getting what she needs. K, Hun?”
“I don’t understand, I don’t…” he muttered then trailed off
“You don’t need to baby. I have this under control” I forcefully replied. With that, I inhaled his huge member, His warm precum dotting my tonsils. I sucked till he was absolutely rigid. A style that was representative of someone starved for cock. I had been in the desert for years, and this was a big fucking steak and a gallon of water. I then looked him in the eyes with nearly half of his throbbing cock in my mouth, and muttered, “So whaddaya think hun?” (I’m sure we all know it didn’t sound like that) It must not have, but the muffled sound that did escape sent him over the edge. His toes curled tight against the soles of his feet, and I unsheathed his dick from my throat to say: “Oooh, I bet you’d like to be rough with Mommy?” I then slowly unbuttoned my tight blouse and let my tits out; surely exposing my son to the nicest pair he’d ever seen.
Again, he looked confused I helped us get situated and now had us oriented in a 69. I told him I wanted him to know my pussy while he could fuck my throat. And again he just looked a bit struck.
“Honey” I said, “Mommy’s only gonna say this once, you better start eating my fucking pussy out right now, or else…” That seemed to do it for him. On cue he thrust his don deep into my cunt and started swirling. He then gently chewed on my puffy lips before making a fucking gourmet meal out of clit. God could he work that shit. I had no idea. My back was arched so much, I though I might break in two.
I then knew it was time to return the favor. In one fluid motion I whipped my long brown hair back, thus getting it out of the way and forced myself all the down on his meaty cock. My eyes were watering. You don’t know how big nine inches really is until it’s in your throat I guess. My mouth was as wide as it possibly could’ve been, and my nose was buried in his sweet nutsack. I hadn’t smelt one in years. The pure smell of sex made my want his member even more and I started forcefully thrashing my head up and down his shaft. MY own son was facefucking me. I could feel his balls start to tense up, and I said to him, almost a bit too harshly: “Oh not yet you motherfucker. I need this man dick inside me. And I mean NOW! I quickly sat up, spitting out the saliva that had gathered from my throat gagging, and then used it as lube for my own clit, and then my son’s meat stick.
I sat on his face, and almost yelled: “Eat my fucking cunt. Eat it! You like that? You like eating out mommy’s pussy? Yeah, well toss my motherfucking salad! You lick that fucking asshole like there’s no tomorrow! FUCK YES!
I knew it was moments away. That full incestuous plunge of penetration. I pulled him up and straddled him, placing my left hand on his shoulder to steady myself, and the right on his dick so I could guide it into my soaking pussy.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD” I remember thinking. I was filled to the brim. I was riding him hard, harder than I road anyone else before, and he still wasn’t all the way in. I continued like this in pure ecstasy before went to try something new. As I went to position us, he quickly sensed it and grabbed my hands. He put hem behind my back, and then grabbed me, pulling me close.
My tits were smashed up against his chest, and we were as close as humanly possible, he then placed his arms up my back with his hands pressing down firmly on my shoulders. He wanted more. With one fell swoop, he thrust himself deep inside me. I cried out of pleasure and pain. He thrust a few more times, and then relinquished his masculine grip for my experience tutelage
I took my now sweat-drenched body and leaned over on all fours and while looking him in the eyes once more said; “Fuck me like the bitch I am. Fuck me hard and rough, and make it deep.” I wanted a deep-dicking, but this took the fucking crown. He grabbed my hair and pulled it, forcing my to have my head turned, to see what had been my baby boy now absolutely wrecking his mommy’s pussy. He continued to plow into my G-spot, his balls slapping against my cunt, and my ass pummeling his abs. I knew I was close. I worked my ass even harder now, pushing harder, and faster. I had never been fucked like this before. I was getting fucked right. As I neared climax, I could feel the juices inside of me. His dick was scraping me clean, and now it began to be too much, for I knew what was to come. I put my hand up against his chest to let him know it was a bit too much, but he refused to lessen his pace. It turned out to be a good, thing, as I eeked out a few more moments of overwhelming joy before withdrawing myself.
Puzzled, he watched as I vigorously rubbed my clit for about ten seconds, before I came gushing to fruition. I made a fucking mess. Dousing him and his bed sheets with my cum. The warm love juice was everywhere, and having cum so hard, I was still shaking. I could hardly walk and in knowing this, I returned to my former position on my knees.
With my mouth now firmly around my sons cock, I had to return the favor. I wanted to make that boy cum so hard he’d never forget it. I throat fucked until the tears returned in my eyes, and slurped and gagged my way until I felt the same tensing-up I’d felt before.
“Cum for mommy. C’mon, give your hot cum. All in my mouth. Mommy’s hungry for cum.” I said. With that, he exploded. The first 2 shots were incredible. They doused the back of my throat, and as quickly as the first two came, there was more. “God, he mustn’t have gotten off in a month,” I thought. He drenched my mouth in his warm semen. He mouth was absolutely filled to the brim with my Son’s huge load. I was his own personal cum dumpster.
I was amazed with how big his load was, and as I went to remark with a “wow” some of his cum oozed out over my pouty bottom lip. I then looked longingly into his eyes, and sent it all down the hatch.
He looked as through he was about to pass out. I got up, my hand on his thick cock, then pressed my self against him, my Tits all over his chest, and then pulled his hair to bring us close. I passionately kissed him in a way I only reserved for one other. Our tongues were the last to separate, and as drifted away, hand still on his dick, I gave him a wink. And said: “Thank you so much baby. This’ll just be our little secret.” I relinquished my grip, and then with one finger wiped the sweat away from my glistening asscrack and cleavage. I have never slept so well.
Mommy's Needs by jubjub44
I had always been proud of john. He was always helping out in any way he could, and after his father died, he really stepped up to the plate by getting a job to help pay what bills he could and doing a lot of work around the house that’d usually be reserved for a man. He was more like a man than he realized though, at least in terms of maturity. He had maintained his grades, which were superb to begin with, and had earned a scholarship to the local state university.
My job as a personal trainer kept me around enough to take care of a lot of things around the house, as I could have clients come over and train in the basement once occupied by my late husband.
He had passed away when John was only 3, and in doing so, left the majority of work in raising john to me. I dated for a year or two after his passing however I quickly found out that the pool of men to draw from wasn’t quite what it’d used to be. I guess I had gotten lucky…
I was just now starting to get back into the dating scene however, and had upped my training so-to-speak in an effort to impress the men I might later be spending a lot of my time with. The reeling in used to be the hard part, now I needed to work on my bait.
It didn’t take to long to get in to “fighting shape” I had always ran, and I still do to this day, although not competitively like I did up through college. I always had a pretty good metabolism, so I reality, I only needed to shed about ten or fifteen pounds. Although a little bit of my mother in me was making me feel like it should’ve been twenty-five or thirty.
I wholeheartedly knew this wasn’t the case though, as I was definitely what men would consider curvaceous. I was 43 now, and needed the help of color in box to maintain the same tantalizing brunette locks I had in my younger years, but I still felt my body was great, without the help of any silicone or liposuction machines. My butt was still firm, I guess my Hispanic heritage helped a slight bit, my mother was from Spain, and I’m thinking she was to thank for what often got cat calls and whistles after a workout whilst walking home or to the bus stop in some form-fitting sweats. This was especially the case when I was training a client over in the rough part of town.
I knew I had a great pair. You learn pretty quickly when you’re 15 and walking though a crowded mall with your friends and teenage boys and married men alike are starring at your tits. They were full and firm 34C’s, at least that’s the size bra I wore. My Curvy figure made it a bit harder to find the right fit, as my hourglass figure is not the same one shared by all bra consumers. Plus, the little extra tightness pushed them up ever so slightly, increasing my already fantastic cleavage and aiding me just a bit more in securing one more free drink after a hard nights work.
Well, I know I’ve been long in setting up my little story here, but this is where our little story gets interesting.
After one of those aforementioned “hard days of work” I went to the local watering hole with my best friend Stacy. We had always been close; we roomed together in college, and now were both personal trainers, so she felt my plight when it came to nights like this.
I was throwing back wines like it was going out of style, which always seemed to be occurring on half-price wine Wednesdays, while listening to Stacy tell some of her racy and risqu?tories of conquest. Evidently, Stacy had taken to catering to the good-looking sector of our clientele, and had taken to seducing them. She noted how, “It only takes about 5 minutes of flirting or about 30 seconds of ‘accidental’ rubbing or touching for the little head to take over the big one.”
God hearing her stories made me ache. It’d been years, since I’d felt anything more than a vibrator inside of me. Hearing her tell of sucking of would-be CEO’s or even a spoiled son of one made me yearn for a real dick. A real fucking cock that could pulse and throb, read me, become one with me, and then release all of that pent up passion deep in parched throat, or in my now moist, and warm pussy.
I almost sat and fucking rubbed one out right there at the bar. Damn. I had been so long since I’d heard anything of the sort/ sure, I read my romance novels and watched some porn, but it was all fake, and I knew it. This was real. This was happening.
I sat and listened for a few more hours before she graciously dropped me back off at my place, on the car ride home, I noticed some my juices. Not only could I detect the sweet aroma floating from my inner thighs, but as I happened to look down, I noticed that 2 beads of my sweet pussy juice were running down my thigh, having escaped the confines of my g-string. I tried to make it unnoticeable, and I think I did a good job of it.
As I silently (Hell, that’s what it seemed like to me) walked into my house, I just wanted to make sure everything was in order before I went upstairs and plunged a vibrator in my cunt. You know, simple things, like turning off all the lights, looking all the doors, and generally just making sure the place wasn’t a total mess.
You’d think this’d be fairly easy with a son who’s so responsible, but he spent nearly all of time at work or school, and it was only on the weekends that he was around a lot, and event hen, he spent most of his time outside, working in the yard.
I tidied everything up and locked what needed to be, then I headed to john’s room to make sure he was actually home (Hey, you never know with a college-bound 28 year-old) and tuck him into bed.
It was no surprise to see him there, sleeping, he was generally a great kid, so I went to just go and tuck him in. As I took a step or two towards his bed, he rustled. He rolled a bit from having been on his side, and in doing so had pulled the covers nearly off of himself.
I continued by walk towards the bed, and couldn’t help but feel my pussy yelling at me to hurry it up. I kissed John on the forehead, as was my tradition since as long as I could possibly remember, and then placed a hand on his comforter to pull it up all the way over him. As I did, I noticed a faint outline against his inner thigh. “There’s no fucking way” I thought. “I can’t check out my own son’s cock for Godsakes! That’s just wrong”
On the other hand, He was sort of my creation. I figured out it wouldn’t harm to observe what my handiwork had created. And it least it’d give me something nice to think about before I toyed myself into ecstasy in no sooner than five minutes.
I decided to take the plunge: I pulled the comforter back thinking he’d have the same inclination to sleep in the buff that his father used to. I was right. I peered down, and say it resting there. He was big flaccid; a good deal bigger than his father at that. I just stared at it almost hypnotized by his member. It’d been so long since I’d had one inside me, seeing this fresh one, just made me salivate. My pussy started to heat up again, and after a full minute of starring at his thick piece of meat, I felt another bead of pussy juice flow down to me knee. My cunt was soaked. It was telling me what I needed to have. I cautiously put one hand on his cock, and gently stroked him, as not to wake him up. My god was he huge. As I started to work his shaft, he grew to what had to be nearly nine inches long, and almost six or so inches thick. I hadn’t ever even seen one this big in real life before. Yet it’d been living with me all these years. It was literally the monster down the hall.
I took my free hand and quickly unzipped my skintight jeans. I swallowed my middle and ring ringers and plunged them down the inside my cunt. I finger-fucked and jerked simultaneously for a good minute, and then worked solely on my clit for the next two.
I couldn’t believe what I was doing: Not only pleasuring my self in front of my own son, but doing it because of him, and then touching him on top of that. After the minutes of excitement and taboo, I leered down once again. I need some dick. I need some now. I quickly threw myself onto my knees like was the practice when I was 18, and pulled him a bit closer to me. Up to this point, everything had been real soft and gentle, as to not wake him up; however now, I had a mission at hand.
I licked the tip of his cock and then inhaled one his balls, sucked it and releasing with a nice “Pop!” This must’ve startled him, as his body stirred. He took a glance down, and was shocked.
“Mom! What the FUCK are you doing? What is going on?”
He was confused, and I loved every second of it.
“Mommy’s just getting what she needs. K, Hun?”
“I don’t understand, I don’t…” he muttered then trailed off
“You don’t need to baby. I have this under control” I forcefully replied. With that, I inhaled his huge member, His warm precum dotting my tonsils. I sucked till he was absolutely rigid. A style that was representative of someone starved for cock. I had been in the desert for years, and this was a big fucking steak and a gallon of water. I then looked him in the eyes with nearly half of his throbbing cock in my mouth, and muttered, “So whaddaya think hun?” (I’m sure we all know it didn’t sound like that) It must not have, but the muffled sound that did escape sent him over the edge. His toes curled tight against the soles of his feet, and I unsheathed his dick from my throat to say: “Oooh, I bet you’d like to be rough with Mommy?” I then slowly unbuttoned my tight blouse and let my tits out; surely exposing my son to the nicest pair he’d ever seen.
Again, he looked confused I helped us get situated and now had us oriented in a 69. I told him I wanted him to know my pussy while he could fuck my throat. And again he just looked a bit struck.
“Honey” I said, “Mommy’s only gonna say this once, you better start eating my fucking pussy out right now, or else…” That seemed to do it for him. On cue he thrust his don deep into my cunt and started swirling. He then gently chewed on my puffy lips before making a fucking gourmet meal out of clit. God could he work that shit. I had no idea. My back was arched so much, I though I might break in two.
I then knew it was time to return the favor. In one fluid motion I whipped my long brown hair back, thus getting it out of the way and forced myself all the down on his meaty cock. My eyes were watering. You don’t know how big nine inches really is until it’s in your throat I guess. My mouth was as wide as it possibly could’ve been, and my nose was buried in his sweet nutsack. I hadn’t smelt one in years. The pure smell of sex made my want his member even more and I started forcefully thrashing my head up and down his shaft. MY own son was facefucking me. I could feel his balls start to tense up, and I said to him, almost a bit too harshly: “Oh not yet you motherfucker. I need this man dick inside me. And I mean NOW! I quickly sat up, spitting out the saliva that had gathered from my throat gagging, and then used it as lube for my own clit, and then my son’s meat stick.
I sat on his face, and almost yelled: “Eat my fucking cunt. Eat it! You like that? You like eating out mommy’s pussy? Yeah, well toss my motherfucking salad! You lick that fucking asshole like there’s no tomorrow! FUCK YES!
I knew it was moments away. That full incestuous plunge of penetration. I pulled him up and straddled him, placing my left hand on his shoulder to steady myself, and the right on his dick so I could guide it into my soaking pussy.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD” I remember thinking. I was filled to the brim. I was riding him hard, harder than I road anyone else before, and he still wasn’t all the way in. I continued like this in pure ecstasy before went to try something new. As I went to position us, he quickly sensed it and grabbed my hands. He put hem behind my back, and then grabbed me, pulling me close.
My tits were smashed up against his chest, and we were as close as humanly possible, he then placed his arms up my back with his hands pressing down firmly on my shoulders. He wanted more. With one fell swoop, he thrust himself deep inside me. I cried out of pleasure and pain. He thrust a few more times, and then relinquished his masculine grip for my experience tutelage
I took my now sweat-drenched body and leaned over on all fours and while looking him in the eyes once more said; “Fuck me like the bitch I am. Fuck me hard and rough, and make it deep.” I wanted a deep-dicking, but this took the fucking crown. He grabbed my hair and pulled it, forcing my to have my head turned, to see what had been my baby boy now absolutely wrecking his mommy’s pussy. He continued to plow into my G-spot, his balls slapping against my cunt, and my ass pummeling his abs. I knew I was close. I worked my ass even harder now, pushing harder, and faster. I had never been fucked like this before. I was getting fucked right. As I neared climax, I could feel the juices inside of me. His dick was scraping me clean, and now it began to be too much, for I knew what was to come. I put my hand up against his chest to let him know it was a bit too much, but he refused to lessen his pace. It turned out to be a good, thing, as I eeked out a few more moments of overwhelming joy before withdrawing myself.
Puzzled, he watched as I vigorously rubbed my clit for about ten seconds, before I came gushing to fruition. I made a fucking mess. Dousing him and his bed sheets with my cum. The warm love juice was everywhere, and having cum so hard, I was still shaking. I could hardly walk and in knowing this, I returned to my former position on my knees.
With my mouth now firmly around my sons cock, I had to return the favor. I wanted to make that boy cum so hard he’d never forget it. I throat fucked until the tears returned in my eyes, and slurped and gagged my way until I felt the same tensing-up I’d felt before.
“Cum for mommy. C’mon, give your hot cum. All in my mouth. Mommy’s hungry for cum.” I said. With that, he exploded. The first 2 shots were incredible. They doused the back of my throat, and as quickly as the first two came, there was more. “God, he mustn’t have gotten off in a month,” I thought. He drenched my mouth in his warm semen. He mouth was absolutely filled to the brim with my Son’s huge load. I was his own personal cum dumpster.
I was amazed with how big his load was, and as I went to remark with a “wow” some of his cum oozed out over my pouty bottom lip. I then looked longingly into his eyes, and sent it all down the hatch.
He looked as through he was about to pass out. I got up, my hand on his thick cock, then pressed my self against him, my Tits all over his chest, and then pulled his hair to bring us close. I passionately kissed him in a way I only reserved for one other. Our tongues were the last to separate, and as drifted away, hand still on his dick, I gave him a wink. And said: “Thank you so much baby. This’ll just be our little secret.” I relinquished my grip, and then with one finger wiped the sweat away from my glistening asscrack and cleavage. I have never slept so well.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Nurse Lexi Gives In
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Nurse Lexi Gives In by sexii_nurse
Let’s start with the basics. My name is Lexi and I’m 26 years old. I have medium brown hair with its own natural wave, my eyes are bright green with eyelashes so long and thick I never need makeup, and I’m 5’8” tall. I’m may not be the skinniest, prettiest girl in the whole world, but I get by and I like the way I look. My breasts are a 36 D, and my ass is a perfect heart shape. Guys seem to like my looks pretty well too. But most of the time, they just stare at my tits.
I’ve been working in the hospital as a nurse for five years now. It’s what I’ve wanted my whole life. I love my job, but it can get tough; especially when I have young male patients. See, I have a problem. I’m addicted to sex, and the sight of a hott man with a huge cock gets my pussy dripping wet in an instant. And those gowns the hospital provides don’t leave a lot to the imagination, if you know what I mean. It’s against hospital policy to have any sexual contact with patients, so my little problem can become a huge problem at times.
Here’s my story…
It was a hott Indian summer. I had to work the midnight shift, 11p-7a. The air conditioner on the floor I work broke down, and maintenance was trying to hurry and fix it. I could feel a light trickle of sweat working itself up on my neck, so I tossed my hair up into a messy bun in hopes of cooling off a little before I got started for the night. The intense humidity in the air was making all my loose hair curl.
Unfortunately, all the patients were hot, sweaty, and cranky. Call lights were going off constantly with patients asking for ice, fans, or cool washcloths for sponge baths. There was a mistake made in scheduling and we had more nurses than we really needed for a usual night. But tonight it was a blessing because everyone had 2 patients instead of 5. That made it easier to give our individual, hot, cranky patients more attention.
Amy, the charge nurse, passed out the room assignments. I had rooms 19 and 20 at the end of the hall. Mr. Johnson, in room 19, was pretty much out of it. He was in for chest pain, and the pain killers he was prescribed just knocked him right out. I quickly did my patient assessment on him and documented everything in the chart. I didn’t need to go back for a few hours to check on him again.
The man in room 20 was a problem. Mr. Green. In the hospital for a bullet wound to the left forearm. He was 6’2”, 30 years old, had dark brown hair cut short and spiky, and he had the most beautiful blue eyes I had seen in my entire life. When I looked into his eyes I could see into his soul. And, he was a street cop. Therefore, he was in pretty good shape. He had broad, muscular shoulders, and biceps that made the sleeves of his gown bulge. But, the second I looked at his hands, my pussy started dripping and I couldn’t control myself. His fingers looked long, thick, and strong. I could just imagine them ramming in and out of my wet cunt, making me scream in pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks.
Shut up Lexi, you’re just going to make things worse. He’s your patient and you can’t touch!
This was going to be a looooong night.
“Hi Mr. Green. I’m Lexi and I’ll be your nurse for tonight. Is there anything I can get for you before I do your assessment?”
“You can call me Anthony. Mr. Green is my father.” He said with a chuckle. “And, no, I don’t need anything right now.”
My pussy was soaking my panties right through.
I knew I should’ve brought extra panties to keep in my locker for times like this. Damnit!
So, I got started on Anthony’s assessment. I took his temperature first. Staring as his lips as he wrapped them around the thermometer made me imagine the way they would feel on my skin. His moist, plump lips wrapping themselves around my nipples, his tongue flicking and licking my nipples and clit into a wild oblivion, all while those strong hands caress every inch of my body.
Oh god…I can’t stand it!
My knees were locked together so I wouldn’t jump on the bed and straddle Anthony for the ride of his life.
I cleared my throat and asked, “Are you having any pain right now Mr. Green…I mean, Anthony?” Then I wrapped the blood pressure cuff around his bulging arm and tried not to run my hands all over him.
“No, the last nurse came in and gave me some pain killers.” He said as he looked at his wound dressing. Then he turned and looked me dead on in the eyes.
Those eyes! They were staring into mine with a heat I’ve never seen before. I could feel it all the way down to my toes. The heat inside my pussy soared through my body and I felt like I was going to cum just from that one look!
I finished taking his blood pressure; 120/80, perfect patient.
I bet he’s perfect in the sack too.
Where are these thoughts coming from!?! He’s my patient! I have to be professional!
Now, I was getting into some problems. I had to touch his bare skin to finish my assessment. I located his pulses on his wrists. 92 beats per minute. Still in normal range, but a little high.
Maybe he’s getting as hot as you are from all the skin to skin contact.
Then I checked his arms and legs for temperature and color to make sure his blood flow was normal. I noticed a slight quivering from under the blankets. I believe his cock was starting to get hard.
I’d love to help him get it fully erect. And then help him release that sexual tension.
His temperature was warm and dry (normal) and his skin was dry and intact, except for the dressing on his forearm. It was starting to become saturated with blood. That would need changed soon.
I finally listened to his heart and lungs. These were saved for last because it would involve sticking my hand and stethoscope down the top of his gown. As my hand slid into the gown, I could feel the mass and strength of his pecs.
Just rip his gown off and stare at his beautiful, muscular body. No one has to know!
A chill ran up my spine. My heartbeat quickened and my breath escaped my mouth in a loud “woosh”.
“Are you ok? It’s a million degrees in here and you just got goosebumps.” He asked with a smirk.
SHIT! He caught me. He knows that he’s turning me on without even doing anything!
“Yes, I’m fine. I was just thinking of something that I have to do with my other patient that I’m not looking forward to.” I lied.
“What’s that?”
“Trust me; you really don’t want to know.”
“Try me.”
“I have to give him an enema later.” No I don’t.
“Wow, that’s absolutely disgusting,” he laughed.
I had finished listening to his heart and lungs, but I didn’t want to take my hand out of his gown. I wanted to run my fingers all over his body. I wanted to lick his skin, taste him from head to toe.
“How many patients do you have tonight?” he asked.
“Just two. And you’re the only one that’s conscious.”
He laughed again. “That’s good. You can spend all your time with me tonight and keep me company. I usually work nights, so I’m not going to sleep any time soon.”
Oh god! Kill me now! My pussy is already soaking my panties, and soon it will be soaking my scrub pants! Being in here with him all night is going to be pure and adulterated torture!
“I could probably arrange that. Is there anything I can get for you before I go do some paperwork really quick?”
“A glass of ice water and some cool cloths would be wonderful, actually.”
So, I got him some ice water and cool cloths.
He’s going to rub those cool cloths all over his body…you should help him. Maybe give him another reason to get all hot and sweaty other than the heat tonight. Put some heat in his pants…or *gown* since he’s not wearing any pants.
“Do you need any help with this?” I asked as I handed him the cool, wet cloths. Again, I needed to clench my knees together so I wouldn’t jump his bones and rub my hott, wet, cunt all over his rock hard manhood.
“If you don’t mind, that would be great. My wound is starting to shoot pain straight up to my neck,” he said.
He’s sooo lying just to get me to help him!!!
I rung out a cloth and handed it to him so he could wipe his face. I swear I saw a hint of a twinkle in his eyes right as he covered them with the cool cloth.
He’s testing me!
Taking another cool, damp cloth, I ran it up his arm and down the other, staying clear of his wound.
He moaned. “Oh, that feels so good. Nice and refreshing. Is it ok if I take off this gown and get a new one?”
*Gulp*
“Um…sure.” I walked to the cabinet to get a fresh gown for Anthony. My nipples were rock hard and probably sticking out so far they were ready to poke his eyes out.
When I turned back around, I stopped dead in my tracks and stared.
OH MY FUCKIN’ GOD! This is the sexiest man I have seen in my entire life!
Sitting up in his bed, Anthony tossed his gown on the floor and the blankets were shoved off to the side. From head to toe, I looked him over. Beautiful, wide, muscular chest. Chiseled, washboard abs. RAGING HARD ON!!! Long, muscular legs. This man really works out quite hard! My eyes immediately went back to his cock. My pussy ached as I stared longingly at all 9 inches of his rock, hard penis. The mushroom head was turning purple with strain. The veins in the shaft were pulsing with a need to release all the built up sexual tension. This didn’t look like anything recent…he’s had to have this erection for some time now.
Oh god…I’d love to grab that beautiful cock and stroke it until he cums!
“Lexi? About that gown.”
“Oh, um, yes. I got it right here.” Stupid Stupid Stupid! Stop staring at that gorgeous cock!
I walked to the bed and handed him the gown. He tossed it to the side and asked for another cool cloth. My hands trembled as I reached for one. My heart was pounding out of my chest. My pussy juice was oozing down my inner thighs. My nipples were throbbing to be licked by his gorgeous mouth.
FUCK! I’m gonna cum!
He ran the cool cloth over his chest and stomach. Everything was moving in slow motion. Time completely stood still. I couldn’t help but just stare at this beautiful man before me. Hoping that my pussy would stop being uncooperative.
You’re going to have to go to the bathroom to release yourself, Lexi.
I shook my head in hopes that I could snap out of my lust induced stupor.
“Could you get my legs for me please?” he asked.
“S-sure,” was all I could mutter.
I grabbed another cloth and ran it from his toes to his knees, then down the back of his calves.
“Could you get my thighs too?”
Oh god! That means I have to get close to his cock! Please lord; don’t let me do anything stupid or embarrassing! Don’t let me give into this wild rage building up inside me!
I got yet another cool cloth and started at the knees, working my way up. When I got to the crease between the thigh and groin, his cock started twitching, pulsating, begging me to touch it, to lick it, to suck on it until it exploded down the back of my throat.
STOP!
I took a deep breath and ran the cloth down the back of his thighs. I could see and feel every ripple and bulge of muscle straining against his skin. His legs were covered in thick dark hair. I looked at his massive cock, surrounded by neatly trimmed pubic hair. There was a treasure trail running from his belly button to his pubic region. Treasure trails are my weakness. Getting an up close view of his was enough to make me wanna lose all inhibitions and go crazy on this man! I want to run my fingers through that sexy line of hair. Follow the path to the main treasure with my tongue. I want to feel his huge cock shoving into the back of my throat…
“I, umm, I have to go do some paperwork for a little bit. Let me help you with your gown and I’ll let you rest a little while.”
I helped Anthony put his gown on and tied it in the back. What a shame to cover such beauty, such art. He’s like a chiseled Greek God statue come to life. The spitting image of my ideal man.
I gotta go to the bathroom and do something about this dripping pussy.
“I’ll be back in a little bit to see if you need anything else.”
I left the room and headed straight to the bathroom. I locked the door, ripped my pants and panties off, leaned against the wall, and finger fucked myself into oblivion. One finger wasn’t enough…neither was two…or three. I practically had my whole fuckin fist in my pussy, slamming it in and out, banging my clit with my other hand until it was on fire. I could feel the heat building even more. I went harder, faster, slamming my pussy with everything in me. I could feel the edge coming nearer. Finally, with one final slam of my pussy and tweak of my clit, I was flying high as a kite. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body. My pussy juice poured out of me and all over my hand and dripped down my legs, pooling on the floor around my feet. I collapsed to the floor, spent. But, still, I was not satisfied. I needed more. I needed the touch of a man to satisfy the primal lust deep inside.
I cannot go back to Anthony’s room. I’ll end up raping the poor man!
I finally collected myself, cleaned up my mess, washed my hands, and put my clothes back on. At least my pussy stopped leaking everywhere…for a little while anyways.
I splashed my face with cool water and blotted myself off with paper towels. Looking in the mirror, no one should be able to tell what I had just done. But, if anyone asks why I’m flushed and sweaty, I’ll blame it on the heat.
I went to the nurse’s station and Amy, the charge nurse, asked, “I have some free time, do you need some help with any of your patients?”
“Well, if you want to change Mr. Green’s dressing on his arm in room 20 that would be great. I have to catch up on some paperwork here. All the supplies are in his room already on the window ledge. Thanks Amy, I owe you one.”
Little does SHE know. I need a break from Anthony’s sexy body. Being that close to him again will really make me go over the edge.
After I completed my paperwork I decided to check on Mr. Johnson in room 19. I needed to delay going back to Anthony’s room as long as possible. My pussy needed a break from all the heat.
Mr. Johnson was still sawing logs. Those meds really knocked him out cold. I checked him really quick from head to toe to make sure he was ok and propped him up on some pillows to relieve pressure on his tailbone.
There. That ought to hold him over for a few more hours.
It’s off to Anthony’s room I go.
*Sigh*
“Hey Lexi, haven’t seen you for a while” he commented as I walked in the room. Again, I see a hint of a twinkle in his eyes.
“Hello Anthony. How’s it going in here? Can I get you anything? More ice water? Cool cloths?”
FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK!
There goes my pussy again getting all hot and wet. I can feel the tingle of an orgasm working itself up. I shove my knees together in hopes that my pussy will stop coming alive in the presence of this Greek God, Anthony.
“Nah. I’m pretty good. I am getting a little hot, but if I just take off this gown I should be ok.”
Oh shit! Not the gown again!!! Here comes the wave of pussy juice.
I feel my pussy burning as pussy juice pours out of me, soaking my panties yet again. Anthony takes off his gown and I see a hint of a hard on poking out from around the covers. My nipples come to life again and I can feel the raw rubbing of my bra against the sensitive tips of my breasts. My nipples are aching to be freed and exposed to the warm, humid air…and Anthony’s luscious lips. I can feel a trickle of sweat running down between my breasts now as I get turned on even more than I’ve ever been.
“Can you do me a really big favor, Lexi? This is really embarrassing, but I wouldn’t ask if I could do it myself.”
“Well, I guess that depends on what it is. But I’ll try. What can I do for you Anthony?”
“Um. Well…you see…I kinda got a problem here,” he says as he throws his blankets and gown on the floor.
I gasp in surprise at this sudden revealing of the largest cock I have ever seen. I swear this thing is at least 10 inches long now, if not more.
My pussy starts to quiver, my heart beats in double time, my nipples are screaming to be released. I want to rip my clothes off and ravage this sexy beast of a man with every ounce of woman I have in me!
OH MY GOD!
“Wow, uh, what seems to be the problem with that, Anthony? It looks ok to me.”
Stop drooling you idiot! It’s not like you’ve never seen a cock before…well, not one this big though!
“Ya, I know it looks ok. It probably looks damn good to you right now. But my problem is, it won’t go down ever since I first saw you tonight. And I can tell you’ve been thinking about it all night. It’s not cold in here and your nipples come to life every time you walk in my room.”
Holy shit!
“What do you want me to do about your problem though? I’m your nurse; I can’t really do anything to help you unless I want to lose my job.”
“Well, isn’t your job to make your patient feel comfortable and help alleviate any pain they’re having?”
“Yes, but this is kind of different.”
“How so? If you help me, I’ll be more comfortable, and I’ll be pain free. It’s really starting to hurt here. And if you help me, I swear on my life that I won’t tell a single soul. You wouldn’t get in trouble at all. Plus, I’m left handed, and I can’t use that arm very well because of the bullet wound.”
Oh shit…he’s good. He’s really good. I shouldn’t do this, but FUCK! That cock is so massive I just have to get my hands on it. And my mouth. And my pussy!
“Ok, fine. I’ll do it. What do you want me to do first?”
“That’s a good girl. Just shut the door, pull the curtain, and come over here.” That twinkle in his eyes was shining like the bright sun now. He was enjoying this as much as I was!
I shut the door, my hands trembling. I could feel the ache between my legs growing stronger.
How is helping him with his problem going to fix my problem?!?!
On my way back to his bedside, I pulled the curtain closed and tried to hold back from ripping my clothes off and being as naked as he was.
“Sit down here” he said patting the edge of his bed.
I sat down and asked, “Do you want me to get some lube or anything? There’s little packets in the stock room.”
“No, use your spit.”
“What?!”
A man after my own heart!
He grabbed my hand, cupped it, and held it up to my mouth. I spit in my hand. Then he lowered my hand to his cock.
“Are you sure?” I asked before I actually touched his pulsating manhood.
“Definitely.” Those clear blue eyes cut right through any inhibitions I had left.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft and slowly slid it up and down, lubricating the entire shaft in just a few strokes.
OH MY GOD! HE’S HUGE! I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M DOING THIS!
“Oooohhh, Gooood! Lexi, that feels amazing! Go faster! PLEASE!!”
I’m totally masturbating my patient. OH MY GOD!
Feeling his rock hard shaft in my warm, soft hand got my pussy juice flowing so fast I wouldn’t be surprised if my scrub pants were getting soaked all the way through. With my free hand I grabbed his right hand and placed it on my engorged breast.
“If I’m gonna help you, you gotta help me too.”
I spit in my hand again to keep things well lubricated while I worked on his erection. There was a drop of precum forming at the tip of his mushroom head and I couldn’t help myself. I bent down and licked the tip. It was the best tasting cock I’d ever had!
Anthony’s body went rigid when I licked the head of his penis.
“What the hell!? I wasn’t expecting that! Oh my God that was AMAZING! I felt the shock ripple through my body all the way to my toes.”
I felt that he was giving me an open invitation, so I dove right in. Straddling his legs at the knees, facing towards him, I licked the head of his penis, making sure I didn’t miss even the tiniest of spots. Long strokes with my hand helped keep him steady while I flicked the underneath of his penis where the head meets the shaft. He started pulsating even more. I could feel the veins in his shaft throbbing against my lips. Finally, I took as much of him into my mouth as possible. His head hitting the back of my throat made me gag, but I kept going. I licked and sucked his penis like my heart depended on it. I felt his whole body start to quiver and I knew his load was going to come hard and fast. The grasp he had on my breast tightened and sent a ripple of pleasure throughout my body.
“Oh, god! I’m gonna cum Lexi!”
I sucked harder and faster. What little bit of his penis I couldn’t fit into my mouth, I worked with my hand. I moved my hand faster and faster while I licked and sucked harder. Feeling his huge wad shoot down the back of my throat was the only thing on my mind right now.
Anthony started panting, “Oh fuck! Oh shit! FASTER! AAaahhhhhh!!”
All of a sudden, his body started convulsing as squirt after squirt of hot, sticky cum shot down my throat. His back arched as I swallowed as much cum as I could, being careful not to let a drop of his delicious male seed escape the clutches of my lips. After about 6 or 7 shots of his love juice, he finally relaxed. We lay there for a few moments, him catching his breath, me licking his freshly drained cock clean.
His hand was no longer on my breast. My body ached without the touch of a man. I looked up and he motioned for me to get up a second.
“What? Are you in pain? Am I doing something wrong?”
“Hell yes you’re doing something wrong! You aren’t naked!”
With that, I ripped my top and pants off as fast as lightening. I could see the drool forming in his mouth as he stared at my massive tits.
“Keep going. Please? You’re killing me here Lexi!”
I stood up and took my pussy juice soaked panties off and flung them at him. He balled them up and raised them to his nose. The pleasure on his face was obvious as he breathed in the scent of me.
Reaching behind me, I unhooked the clasp of my bra. Slowly, I shimmied the straps down my shoulders to make the process long and agonizing for this man that so desperately wanted to see my naked tits. The shimmy process gave him a good show because my tits were bouncing all over the place. Finally, my bra was completely off and my nipples stood more erect than I’d ever seen them before.
He reached out with his good hand and pinched a nipple. I felt a shudder ripple through my body that made me physically shake. Pussy juice oozed out of my cunt, running down my legs. Anthony sat up on the side of his bed, his feet on the floor, and pulled me to him. As his hand ravaged my left breast and nipple, his mouth found my right nipple. He sucked and gently tugged on my tit with his teeth. The gentle manipulation caused me to cum, squirting all over his thighs.
“You’re a squirter, huh?”
“Yeah, we’re gonna make a big mess before I’m done with you tonight.”
“Is that a promise?” he asked as he clamped his lips around my left nipple now, his hand working it’s way down my stomach to my cunt. I thrust my hips closer to Anthony, letting him know I’m game for anything he decides to do. His thumb found my clit, and I moaned into the top of his head, digging my nails into the back of his neck. The sudden sharpness of my nails made him bite down on my nipple, sending further waves of pleasure throughout my body. I arched my back, threw my head back, and begged for him to shove his long, muscular fingers into my cunt.
Quick as a rabbit, he whirled me around so I was flat on my back on his bed. He got between my knees and said, “I can do better than that.”
As his thumb worked my clit in little circles, his fingers spread apart my pussy lips. Slowly, I felt his middle finger slide in my love hole, inch my agonizing inch. As soon as he was knuckle deep, he inserted another finger…then another…all equally slow as the first. I could feel the convulsing orgasm already starting to take hold of me. I closed my eyes, thrust my hips down onto his fingers, and growled like a cat in heat.
Oh, yes! I want to feel more. Need to feel more of this sexy man inside me!
The next thing I knew, his tongue was replacing his thumb. I could feel it flicker against my sensitive, swollen clit. Pussy juice was running down his hand, all the way to his elbow. Without a moment’s notice, he started sucking my clit without abandon and his fingers jack hammered in and out of me with a skill you wouldn’t believe.
It’s almost like this guy watches you finger yourself. He knows exactly what you want, Lexi!
I was in heaven. My hands flew to my breasts, playing with my nipples, moaning and screaming in pleasure as this Greek God gave my pussy the best finger bashing and tongue lashing I’ve ever experienced.
Feeling the heat rising from deep within, I started panting. I could feel the pleasure, the bliss, working its way to the surface. The animal within me was begging to get out. Like a wild beast trying to escape from a cage. The waves of pleasure started soaring. My toes curled. My hands flew from my breasts to the back of Anthony’s head and pushed his face into my pussy juice squirting cunt. I had orgasm after orgasm until my mind became mush.
Spent, my body went limp. Anthony looked up at me with the biggest smile on his face I had ever seen. Pussy juice dripped from his chin, from his nose. He licked his lips as I handed him whatever blanket my hand found first. He wiped his face clean and collapsed on top of me.
Breathing heavier than I was, Anthony asked, “Are you ready for round two?”
“Only if I get to call the shots,” was all that I replied.
“How do you want me?” That sexy twinkle was back in his eyes.
“Lie down, on your back, and don’t move a muscle. Let me do all the work.” I flashed him the most evil yet seductive grin I could manage.
Smiling like a kid in a candy store, he lay down where I had just been laying and I straddled his hips. Rubbing my pussy up and down his hardening shaft was helping the process go a little quicker. His cock was getting rock hard and my pussy was dripping all over him.
His hands found my hips and held on while I inserted him into my love tunnel. As I slid down, inch by inch, both of our faces contorted into looks of pure bliss. A sigh of pleasure escaped my lips as I slowly rocked my body back and forth against his. I dug my nails into his wide, muscular chest as I picked up speed. He roamed to my tits and felt the full weight of them in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over my sensitive nipples. Leaning up, he licked and sucked on them as I continued picking up speed on his massive manhood.
The bed was squeeking loudly and banging against the wall by the time we got to our perfect speed. Moans of pleasure and ecstasy flowed from our mouths from somewhere deep within. His rock hard cock sliding in and out of my wet cunt was driving me wild with lust. Feeling his hands work down to my thighs, I leaned my body back toward his feet and arched my back. My hands were on either side of his knees and his hands inched back up to my hips. I could feel his thumbs moving toward each other, on either side of my engorged clit. His fingers fanned over my hips. Finally, his thumbs met on top of my love button and moved in tiny circles, driving me into oblivion.
As my orgasm built up harder and faster, I thrust myself equally as hard and fast so Anthony’s cock flew in and out of my pussy with ease. My juices started flowing like a waterfall, drenching Anthony and the bed beneath him.
“I’m gonna cum!” he exclaimed.
I screamed.
Together, we released ourselves into each other. I felt his seed squirting deep into my womb as my cunt juice exploded all over him.
I collapsed on top of Anthony, feeling his heart pounding against my cheek. We lay just holding each other, panting to catch our breath. After what felt like hours, I looked up at him and kissed him with all the passion I had left in me. This was the first time our lips met tonight. I could taste myself on his lips, as I’m sure he could taste himself on me. Our tongues entwined as we indulged ourselves in the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced in my whole life.
Looking into his eyes I said, “When you’re ready, doggie style is actually my favorite.”
We've only just begun.
Nurse Lexi Gives In by sexii_nurse
Let’s start with the basics. My name is Lexi and I’m 26 years old. I have medium brown hair with its own natural wave, my eyes are bright green with eyelashes so long and thick I never need makeup, and I’m 5’8” tall. I’m may not be the skinniest, prettiest girl in the whole world, but I get by and I like the way I look. My breasts are a 36 D, and my ass is a perfect heart shape. Guys seem to like my looks pretty well too. But most of the time, they just stare at my tits.
I’ve been working in the hospital as a nurse for five years now. It’s what I’ve wanted my whole life. I love my job, but it can get tough; especially when I have young male patients. See, I have a problem. I’m addicted to sex, and the sight of a hott man with a huge cock gets my pussy dripping wet in an instant. And those gowns the hospital provides don’t leave a lot to the imagination, if you know what I mean. It’s against hospital policy to have any sexual contact with patients, so my little problem can become a huge problem at times.
Here’s my story…
It was a hott Indian summer. I had to work the midnight shift, 11p-7a. The air conditioner on the floor I work broke down, and maintenance was trying to hurry and fix it. I could feel a light trickle of sweat working itself up on my neck, so I tossed my hair up into a messy bun in hopes of cooling off a little before I got started for the night. The intense humidity in the air was making all my loose hair curl.
Unfortunately, all the patients were hot, sweaty, and cranky. Call lights were going off constantly with patients asking for ice, fans, or cool washcloths for sponge baths. There was a mistake made in scheduling and we had more nurses than we really needed for a usual night. But tonight it was a blessing because everyone had 2 patients instead of 5. That made it easier to give our individual, hot, cranky patients more attention.
Amy, the charge nurse, passed out the room assignments. I had rooms 19 and 20 at the end of the hall. Mr. Johnson, in room 19, was pretty much out of it. He was in for chest pain, and the pain killers he was prescribed just knocked him right out. I quickly did my patient assessment on him and documented everything in the chart. I didn’t need to go back for a few hours to check on him again.
The man in room 20 was a problem. Mr. Green. In the hospital for a bullet wound to the left forearm. He was 6’2”, 30 years old, had dark brown hair cut short and spiky, and he had the most beautiful blue eyes I had seen in my entire life. When I looked into his eyes I could see into his soul. And, he was a street cop. Therefore, he was in pretty good shape. He had broad, muscular shoulders, and biceps that made the sleeves of his gown bulge. But, the second I looked at his hands, my pussy started dripping and I couldn’t control myself. His fingers looked long, thick, and strong. I could just imagine them ramming in and out of my wet cunt, making me scream in pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks.
Shut up Lexi, you’re just going to make things worse. He’s your patient and you can’t touch!
This was going to be a looooong night.
“Hi Mr. Green. I’m Lexi and I’ll be your nurse for tonight. Is there anything I can get for you before I do your assessment?”
“You can call me Anthony. Mr. Green is my father.” He said with a chuckle. “And, no, I don’t need anything right now.”
My pussy was soaking my panties right through.
I knew I should’ve brought extra panties to keep in my locker for times like this. Damnit!
So, I got started on Anthony’s assessment. I took his temperature first. Staring as his lips as he wrapped them around the thermometer made me imagine the way they would feel on my skin. His moist, plump lips wrapping themselves around my nipples, his tongue flicking and licking my nipples and clit into a wild oblivion, all while those strong hands caress every inch of my body.
Oh god…I can’t stand it!
My knees were locked together so I wouldn’t jump on the bed and straddle Anthony for the ride of his life.
I cleared my throat and asked, “Are you having any pain right now Mr. Green…I mean, Anthony?” Then I wrapped the blood pressure cuff around his bulging arm and tried not to run my hands all over him.
“No, the last nurse came in and gave me some pain killers.” He said as he looked at his wound dressing. Then he turned and looked me dead on in the eyes.
Those eyes! They were staring into mine with a heat I’ve never seen before. I could feel it all the way down to my toes. The heat inside my pussy soared through my body and I felt like I was going to cum just from that one look!
I finished taking his blood pressure; 120/80, perfect patient.
I bet he’s perfect in the sack too.
Where are these thoughts coming from!?! He’s my patient! I have to be professional!
Now, I was getting into some problems. I had to touch his bare skin to finish my assessment. I located his pulses on his wrists. 92 beats per minute. Still in normal range, but a little high.
Maybe he’s getting as hot as you are from all the skin to skin contact.
Then I checked his arms and legs for temperature and color to make sure his blood flow was normal. I noticed a slight quivering from under the blankets. I believe his cock was starting to get hard.
I’d love to help him get it fully erect. And then help him release that sexual tension.
His temperature was warm and dry (normal) and his skin was dry and intact, except for the dressing on his forearm. It was starting to become saturated with blood. That would need changed soon.
I finally listened to his heart and lungs. These were saved for last because it would involve sticking my hand and stethoscope down the top of his gown. As my hand slid into the gown, I could feel the mass and strength of his pecs.
Just rip his gown off and stare at his beautiful, muscular body. No one has to know!
A chill ran up my spine. My heartbeat quickened and my breath escaped my mouth in a loud “woosh”.
“Are you ok? It’s a million degrees in here and you just got goosebumps.” He asked with a smirk.
SHIT! He caught me. He knows that he’s turning me on without even doing anything!
“Yes, I’m fine. I was just thinking of something that I have to do with my other patient that I’m not looking forward to.” I lied.
“What’s that?”
“Trust me; you really don’t want to know.”
“Try me.”
“I have to give him an enema later.” No I don’t.
“Wow, that’s absolutely disgusting,” he laughed.
I had finished listening to his heart and lungs, but I didn’t want to take my hand out of his gown. I wanted to run my fingers all over his body. I wanted to lick his skin, taste him from head to toe.
“How many patients do you have tonight?” he asked.
“Just two. And you’re the only one that’s conscious.”
He laughed again. “That’s good. You can spend all your time with me tonight and keep me company. I usually work nights, so I’m not going to sleep any time soon.”
Oh god! Kill me now! My pussy is already soaking my panties, and soon it will be soaking my scrub pants! Being in here with him all night is going to be pure and adulterated torture!
“I could probably arrange that. Is there anything I can get for you before I go do some paperwork really quick?”
“A glass of ice water and some cool cloths would be wonderful, actually.”
So, I got him some ice water and cool cloths.
He’s going to rub those cool cloths all over his body…you should help him. Maybe give him another reason to get all hot and sweaty other than the heat tonight. Put some heat in his pants…or *gown* since he’s not wearing any pants.
“Do you need any help with this?” I asked as I handed him the cool, wet cloths. Again, I needed to clench my knees together so I wouldn’t jump his bones and rub my hott, wet, cunt all over his rock hard manhood.
“If you don’t mind, that would be great. My wound is starting to shoot pain straight up to my neck,” he said.
He’s sooo lying just to get me to help him!!!
I rung out a cloth and handed it to him so he could wipe his face. I swear I saw a hint of a twinkle in his eyes right as he covered them with the cool cloth.
He’s testing me!
Taking another cool, damp cloth, I ran it up his arm and down the other, staying clear of his wound.
He moaned. “Oh, that feels so good. Nice and refreshing. Is it ok if I take off this gown and get a new one?”
*Gulp*
“Um…sure.” I walked to the cabinet to get a fresh gown for Anthony. My nipples were rock hard and probably sticking out so far they were ready to poke his eyes out.
When I turned back around, I stopped dead in my tracks and stared.
OH MY FUCKIN’ GOD! This is the sexiest man I have seen in my entire life!
Sitting up in his bed, Anthony tossed his gown on the floor and the blankets were shoved off to the side. From head to toe, I looked him over. Beautiful, wide, muscular chest. Chiseled, washboard abs. RAGING HARD ON!!! Long, muscular legs. This man really works out quite hard! My eyes immediately went back to his cock. My pussy ached as I stared longingly at all 9 inches of his rock, hard penis. The mushroom head was turning purple with strain. The veins in the shaft were pulsing with a need to release all the built up sexual tension. This didn’t look like anything recent…he’s had to have this erection for some time now.
Oh god…I’d love to grab that beautiful cock and stroke it until he cums!
“Lexi? About that gown.”
“Oh, um, yes. I got it right here.” Stupid Stupid Stupid! Stop staring at that gorgeous cock!
I walked to the bed and handed him the gown. He tossed it to the side and asked for another cool cloth. My hands trembled as I reached for one. My heart was pounding out of my chest. My pussy juice was oozing down my inner thighs. My nipples were throbbing to be licked by his gorgeous mouth.
FUCK! I’m gonna cum!
He ran the cool cloth over his chest and stomach. Everything was moving in slow motion. Time completely stood still. I couldn’t help but just stare at this beautiful man before me. Hoping that my pussy would stop being uncooperative.
You’re going to have to go to the bathroom to release yourself, Lexi.
I shook my head in hopes that I could snap out of my lust induced stupor.
“Could you get my legs for me please?” he asked.
“S-sure,” was all I could mutter.
I grabbed another cloth and ran it from his toes to his knees, then down the back of his calves.
“Could you get my thighs too?”
Oh god! That means I have to get close to his cock! Please lord; don’t let me do anything stupid or embarrassing! Don’t let me give into this wild rage building up inside me!
I got yet another cool cloth and started at the knees, working my way up. When I got to the crease between the thigh and groin, his cock started twitching, pulsating, begging me to touch it, to lick it, to suck on it until it exploded down the back of my throat.
STOP!
I took a deep breath and ran the cloth down the back of his thighs. I could see and feel every ripple and bulge of muscle straining against his skin. His legs were covered in thick dark hair. I looked at his massive cock, surrounded by neatly trimmed pubic hair. There was a treasure trail running from his belly button to his pubic region. Treasure trails are my weakness. Getting an up close view of his was enough to make me wanna lose all inhibitions and go crazy on this man! I want to run my fingers through that sexy line of hair. Follow the path to the main treasure with my tongue. I want to feel his huge cock shoving into the back of my throat…
“I, umm, I have to go do some paperwork for a little bit. Let me help you with your gown and I’ll let you rest a little while.”
I helped Anthony put his gown on and tied it in the back. What a shame to cover such beauty, such art. He’s like a chiseled Greek God statue come to life. The spitting image of my ideal man.
I gotta go to the bathroom and do something about this dripping pussy.
“I’ll be back in a little bit to see if you need anything else.”
I left the room and headed straight to the bathroom. I locked the door, ripped my pants and panties off, leaned against the wall, and finger fucked myself into oblivion. One finger wasn’t enough…neither was two…or three. I practically had my whole fuckin fist in my pussy, slamming it in and out, banging my clit with my other hand until it was on fire. I could feel the heat building even more. I went harder, faster, slamming my pussy with everything in me. I could feel the edge coming nearer. Finally, with one final slam of my pussy and tweak of my clit, I was flying high as a kite. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body. My pussy juice poured out of me and all over my hand and dripped down my legs, pooling on the floor around my feet. I collapsed to the floor, spent. But, still, I was not satisfied. I needed more. I needed the touch of a man to satisfy the primal lust deep inside.
I cannot go back to Anthony’s room. I’ll end up raping the poor man!
I finally collected myself, cleaned up my mess, washed my hands, and put my clothes back on. At least my pussy stopped leaking everywhere…for a little while anyways.
I splashed my face with cool water and blotted myself off with paper towels. Looking in the mirror, no one should be able to tell what I had just done. But, if anyone asks why I’m flushed and sweaty, I’ll blame it on the heat.
I went to the nurse’s station and Amy, the charge nurse, asked, “I have some free time, do you need some help with any of your patients?”
“Well, if you want to change Mr. Green’s dressing on his arm in room 20 that would be great. I have to catch up on some paperwork here. All the supplies are in his room already on the window ledge. Thanks Amy, I owe you one.”
Little does SHE know. I need a break from Anthony’s sexy body. Being that close to him again will really make me go over the edge.
After I completed my paperwork I decided to check on Mr. Johnson in room 19. I needed to delay going back to Anthony’s room as long as possible. My pussy needed a break from all the heat.
Mr. Johnson was still sawing logs. Those meds really knocked him out cold. I checked him really quick from head to toe to make sure he was ok and propped him up on some pillows to relieve pressure on his tailbone.
There. That ought to hold him over for a few more hours.
It’s off to Anthony’s room I go.
*Sigh*
“Hey Lexi, haven’t seen you for a while” he commented as I walked in the room. Again, I see a hint of a twinkle in his eyes.
“Hello Anthony. How’s it going in here? Can I get you anything? More ice water? Cool cloths?”
FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK!
There goes my pussy again getting all hot and wet. I can feel the tingle of an orgasm working itself up. I shove my knees together in hopes that my pussy will stop coming alive in the presence of this Greek God, Anthony.
“Nah. I’m pretty good. I am getting a little hot, but if I just take off this gown I should be ok.”
Oh shit! Not the gown again!!! Here comes the wave of pussy juice.
I feel my pussy burning as pussy juice pours out of me, soaking my panties yet again. Anthony takes off his gown and I see a hint of a hard on poking out from around the covers. My nipples come to life again and I can feel the raw rubbing of my bra against the sensitive tips of my breasts. My nipples are aching to be freed and exposed to the warm, humid air…and Anthony’s luscious lips. I can feel a trickle of sweat running down between my breasts now as I get turned on even more than I’ve ever been.
“Can you do me a really big favor, Lexi? This is really embarrassing, but I wouldn’t ask if I could do it myself.”
“Well, I guess that depends on what it is. But I’ll try. What can I do for you Anthony?”
“Um. Well…you see…I kinda got a problem here,” he says as he throws his blankets and gown on the floor.
I gasp in surprise at this sudden revealing of the largest cock I have ever seen. I swear this thing is at least 10 inches long now, if not more.
My pussy starts to quiver, my heart beats in double time, my nipples are screaming to be released. I want to rip my clothes off and ravage this sexy beast of a man with every ounce of woman I have in me!
OH MY GOD!
“Wow, uh, what seems to be the problem with that, Anthony? It looks ok to me.”
Stop drooling you idiot! It’s not like you’ve never seen a cock before…well, not one this big though!
“Ya, I know it looks ok. It probably looks damn good to you right now. But my problem is, it won’t go down ever since I first saw you tonight. And I can tell you’ve been thinking about it all night. It’s not cold in here and your nipples come to life every time you walk in my room.”
Holy shit!
“What do you want me to do about your problem though? I’m your nurse; I can’t really do anything to help you unless I want to lose my job.”
“Well, isn’t your job to make your patient feel comfortable and help alleviate any pain they’re having?”
“Yes, but this is kind of different.”
“How so? If you help me, I’ll be more comfortable, and I’ll be pain free. It’s really starting to hurt here. And if you help me, I swear on my life that I won’t tell a single soul. You wouldn’t get in trouble at all. Plus, I’m left handed, and I can’t use that arm very well because of the bullet wound.”
Oh shit…he’s good. He’s really good. I shouldn’t do this, but FUCK! That cock is so massive I just have to get my hands on it. And my mouth. And my pussy!
“Ok, fine. I’ll do it. What do you want me to do first?”
“That’s a good girl. Just shut the door, pull the curtain, and come over here.” That twinkle in his eyes was shining like the bright sun now. He was enjoying this as much as I was!
I shut the door, my hands trembling. I could feel the ache between my legs growing stronger.
How is helping him with his problem going to fix my problem?!?!
On my way back to his bedside, I pulled the curtain closed and tried to hold back from ripping my clothes off and being as naked as he was.
“Sit down here” he said patting the edge of his bed.
I sat down and asked, “Do you want me to get some lube or anything? There’s little packets in the stock room.”
“No, use your spit.”
“What?!”
A man after my own heart!
He grabbed my hand, cupped it, and held it up to my mouth. I spit in my hand. Then he lowered my hand to his cock.
“Are you sure?” I asked before I actually touched his pulsating manhood.
“Definitely.” Those clear blue eyes cut right through any inhibitions I had left.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft and slowly slid it up and down, lubricating the entire shaft in just a few strokes.
OH MY GOD! HE’S HUGE! I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M DOING THIS!
“Oooohhh, Gooood! Lexi, that feels amazing! Go faster! PLEASE!!”
I’m totally masturbating my patient. OH MY GOD!
Feeling his rock hard shaft in my warm, soft hand got my pussy juice flowing so fast I wouldn’t be surprised if my scrub pants were getting soaked all the way through. With my free hand I grabbed his right hand and placed it on my engorged breast.
“If I’m gonna help you, you gotta help me too.”
I spit in my hand again to keep things well lubricated while I worked on his erection. There was a drop of precum forming at the tip of his mushroom head and I couldn’t help myself. I bent down and licked the tip. It was the best tasting cock I’d ever had!
Anthony’s body went rigid when I licked the head of his penis.
“What the hell!? I wasn’t expecting that! Oh my God that was AMAZING! I felt the shock ripple through my body all the way to my toes.”
I felt that he was giving me an open invitation, so I dove right in. Straddling his legs at the knees, facing towards him, I licked the head of his penis, making sure I didn’t miss even the tiniest of spots. Long strokes with my hand helped keep him steady while I flicked the underneath of his penis where the head meets the shaft. He started pulsating even more. I could feel the veins in his shaft throbbing against my lips. Finally, I took as much of him into my mouth as possible. His head hitting the back of my throat made me gag, but I kept going. I licked and sucked his penis like my heart depended on it. I felt his whole body start to quiver and I knew his load was going to come hard and fast. The grasp he had on my breast tightened and sent a ripple of pleasure throughout my body.
“Oh, god! I’m gonna cum Lexi!”
I sucked harder and faster. What little bit of his penis I couldn’t fit into my mouth, I worked with my hand. I moved my hand faster and faster while I licked and sucked harder. Feeling his huge wad shoot down the back of my throat was the only thing on my mind right now.
Anthony started panting, “Oh fuck! Oh shit! FASTER! AAaahhhhhh!!”
All of a sudden, his body started convulsing as squirt after squirt of hot, sticky cum shot down my throat. His back arched as I swallowed as much cum as I could, being careful not to let a drop of his delicious male seed escape the clutches of my lips. After about 6 or 7 shots of his love juice, he finally relaxed. We lay there for a few moments, him catching his breath, me licking his freshly drained cock clean.
His hand was no longer on my breast. My body ached without the touch of a man. I looked up and he motioned for me to get up a second.
“What? Are you in pain? Am I doing something wrong?”
“Hell yes you’re doing something wrong! You aren’t naked!”
With that, I ripped my top and pants off as fast as lightening. I could see the drool forming in his mouth as he stared at my massive tits.
“Keep going. Please? You’re killing me here Lexi!”
I stood up and took my pussy juice soaked panties off and flung them at him. He balled them up and raised them to his nose. The pleasure on his face was obvious as he breathed in the scent of me.
Reaching behind me, I unhooked the clasp of my bra. Slowly, I shimmied the straps down my shoulders to make the process long and agonizing for this man that so desperately wanted to see my naked tits. The shimmy process gave him a good show because my tits were bouncing all over the place. Finally, my bra was completely off and my nipples stood more erect than I’d ever seen them before.
He reached out with his good hand and pinched a nipple. I felt a shudder ripple through my body that made me physically shake. Pussy juice oozed out of my cunt, running down my legs. Anthony sat up on the side of his bed, his feet on the floor, and pulled me to him. As his hand ravaged my left breast and nipple, his mouth found my right nipple. He sucked and gently tugged on my tit with his teeth. The gentle manipulation caused me to cum, squirting all over his thighs.
“You’re a squirter, huh?”
“Yeah, we’re gonna make a big mess before I’m done with you tonight.”
“Is that a promise?” he asked as he clamped his lips around my left nipple now, his hand working it’s way down my stomach to my cunt. I thrust my hips closer to Anthony, letting him know I’m game for anything he decides to do. His thumb found my clit, and I moaned into the top of his head, digging my nails into the back of his neck. The sudden sharpness of my nails made him bite down on my nipple, sending further waves of pleasure throughout my body. I arched my back, threw my head back, and begged for him to shove his long, muscular fingers into my cunt.
Quick as a rabbit, he whirled me around so I was flat on my back on his bed. He got between my knees and said, “I can do better than that.”
As his thumb worked my clit in little circles, his fingers spread apart my pussy lips. Slowly, I felt his middle finger slide in my love hole, inch my agonizing inch. As soon as he was knuckle deep, he inserted another finger…then another…all equally slow as the first. I could feel the convulsing orgasm already starting to take hold of me. I closed my eyes, thrust my hips down onto his fingers, and growled like a cat in heat.
Oh, yes! I want to feel more. Need to feel more of this sexy man inside me!
The next thing I knew, his tongue was replacing his thumb. I could feel it flicker against my sensitive, swollen clit. Pussy juice was running down his hand, all the way to his elbow. Without a moment’s notice, he started sucking my clit without abandon and his fingers jack hammered in and out of me with a skill you wouldn’t believe.
It’s almost like this guy watches you finger yourself. He knows exactly what you want, Lexi!
I was in heaven. My hands flew to my breasts, playing with my nipples, moaning and screaming in pleasure as this Greek God gave my pussy the best finger bashing and tongue lashing I’ve ever experienced.
Feeling the heat rising from deep within, I started panting. I could feel the pleasure, the bliss, working its way to the surface. The animal within me was begging to get out. Like a wild beast trying to escape from a cage. The waves of pleasure started soaring. My toes curled. My hands flew from my breasts to the back of Anthony’s head and pushed his face into my pussy juice squirting cunt. I had orgasm after orgasm until my mind became mush.
Spent, my body went limp. Anthony looked up at me with the biggest smile on his face I had ever seen. Pussy juice dripped from his chin, from his nose. He licked his lips as I handed him whatever blanket my hand found first. He wiped his face clean and collapsed on top of me.
Breathing heavier than I was, Anthony asked, “Are you ready for round two?”
“Only if I get to call the shots,” was all that I replied.
“How do you want me?” That sexy twinkle was back in his eyes.
“Lie down, on your back, and don’t move a muscle. Let me do all the work.” I flashed him the most evil yet seductive grin I could manage.
Smiling like a kid in a candy store, he lay down where I had just been laying and I straddled his hips. Rubbing my pussy up and down his hardening shaft was helping the process go a little quicker. His cock was getting rock hard and my pussy was dripping all over him.
His hands found my hips and held on while I inserted him into my love tunnel. As I slid down, inch by inch, both of our faces contorted into looks of pure bliss. A sigh of pleasure escaped my lips as I slowly rocked my body back and forth against his. I dug my nails into his wide, muscular chest as I picked up speed. He roamed to my tits and felt the full weight of them in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over my sensitive nipples. Leaning up, he licked and sucked on them as I continued picking up speed on his massive manhood.
The bed was squeeking loudly and banging against the wall by the time we got to our perfect speed. Moans of pleasure and ecstasy flowed from our mouths from somewhere deep within. His rock hard cock sliding in and out of my wet cunt was driving me wild with lust. Feeling his hands work down to my thighs, I leaned my body back toward his feet and arched my back. My hands were on either side of his knees and his hands inched back up to my hips. I could feel his thumbs moving toward each other, on either side of my engorged clit. His fingers fanned over my hips. Finally, his thumbs met on top of my love button and moved in tiny circles, driving me into oblivion.
As my orgasm built up harder and faster, I thrust myself equally as hard and fast so Anthony’s cock flew in and out of my pussy with ease. My juices started flowing like a waterfall, drenching Anthony and the bed beneath him.
“I’m gonna cum!” he exclaimed.
I screamed.
Together, we released ourselves into each other. I felt his seed squirting deep into my womb as my cunt juice exploded all over him.
I collapsed on top of Anthony, feeling his heart pounding against my cheek. We lay just holding each other, panting to catch our breath. After what felt like hours, I looked up at him and kissed him with all the passion I had left in me. This was the first time our lips met tonight. I could taste myself on his lips, as I’m sure he could taste himself on me. Our tongues entwined as we indulged ourselves in the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced in my whole life.
Looking into his eyes I said, “When you’re ready, doggie style is actually my favorite.”
We've only just begun.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Sunday Night Pictures and Story
Graveyard Slut Part 1 by Flesh of the Fallen Angel
She is a sweet little gothic girl, who is about to be reduced to a slut. She is short, thirteen years old, very large breasts (especially for a girl her age), has long black hair with a red bow in it, loves to wear black and red, has a cute round face, and she’s just broken into my cemetery again. You see, I own a large mansion that I inherited from granddad when he died. It has a private cemetery out the back of all my relatives are buried in. I’m the last in the blood-line and not married. I never really had many friends in real life and hadn’t made any when I moved here. I spend most of my time on the internet, watching TV or reading a book from the massive library I inherited. I don’t work because I inherited more than enough money live out the rest of my life without ever needing to work again. The only reason I have to leave the house is to shop for food in the nearest town. There is only one other house on this road and it’s closer to the main road but still within walking distance which is how this girl keeps getting to my place. I’ve caught her breaking into my graveyard four times since I moved here a couple of months ago. Each time I’ve dragged her back to her mother’s house and told her what she had done. But, no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t keep her away from my graveyard. So this time I decided to do something else. I decided to give in to the perverted instincts that lurk deep inside me.
She was sitting on a head-stone, with her eyes closed. She was wearing a black and red striped dress with mesh sleeves, a mesh neck line and some mesh flowing out from underneath the fabric. Along with the dress, she is wearing thigh-high black leather boots. I wonder how her mother can let her leave the house dressed like this. I go to one of the storage rooms in the house and grab a coil of rope, a roll of electrical tape, a clean rag and a bottle of chloroform that just “happened” to be lying around. I put the bottle, rag, and knife in my pockets and put the coil of rope over my shoulder. I head towards the door to go outside my house. When I get to the door, I check to see if she is still in the same place as before, which she is. I sneak out and close the door quietly.
I walk towards her and she hears me step on a twig. She looks in my direction. I was towards her. She pleads with her eyes, thinking I’m going to send her back to her mother. I open my mouth but she speaks before I can say anything. She says “Please don’t make me leave again. I’m not hurting anybody; I’m just sitting out here.” She has such a sweet, childish voice. I ask her “Well what do you want me to do? I can’t have you breaking into my property any time you like.” She looks around as she thinks. I tell her “Time’s up.” She quickly says “Wait, wait, wait! I … err … um …” I have my hands behind my back and I take the bottle of chloroform out of my pocket. “I don’t know, just please don’t tell my bitchy mother what I’ve done. Last time she didn’t let me leave the house for a week!” I’ve got the rag out and am dampening it with the chloroform. I tell her “You won’t have to go back to your mother” and grab her head, pushing the rag against her mouth. She struggles and breathes it in. In seconds she is unconscious. I smile to myself.
She falls to the ground but I catch her before she hits. I look around and see an old grave stone that is a large cross, perfect. I drag her unconscious body over to it and lay her on the ground. I unbutton her dress, down to her waste and open it. She is wearing a black lacy bra which I cut off of her. I stare at her perfect breasts. So young, yet so beautiful. I take off her dress, leaving only her white panties and thigh-high black leather boots. I throw the dress to one side and stare at those white panties. I pull them down and off, looking at her precious pink pussy the whole time. So delicate, so ready for what I have planned. I lift her up and lean her against the stone cross. I use the rope to tie a harness around her torso and along her arms, so that she doesn’t fall down or escape. I tighten it around her breasts.
She’s starting to wake, so I grab her panties off the ground. I spread her legs and push them into her ass, twist them around a bit and pull them out. Her eyes are opening. I push her foul-smelling panties into her mouth. I grab the electrical tape and tape them in place, turning them into a make-shift gag. She looks around frantically. I smile at her. She tries to talk but all that comes out in muffles sounds. She tries screaming and the same thing happens. I tell her “The more you resist me, the worse your punishment will be.” She looks at me and makes puppy-dog-eyes. I ask “If you are quiet and only speak when I say you can speak, can I trust you not to scream and shout when I take off the gag?” She nods her head. I pull off the tape and pull out her panties. I tell her “I rubbed those in your ass before I put them in your mouth.” She smiles at me and says “So that’s why they taste so good?” in a seductive tone.
My eyes widen as she tells me this. I drop the panties on the ground. She continues on “You tied me up so well, are you going to sacrifice me? Are you going to sacrifice a virgin?” I stare into her eyes and put my finger on her pussy. It’s wet, she’s enjoying it. I push my finger further into her pussy and find that she was telling the truth, she is a virgin. I ask her “You really liked the taste of your panties after they have been in your ass?” She replies saying “Yes, I love my ass. I play with it more much than I play with my pussy.” I pull my finger out of her pussy and put it in her mouth. A moan escaped her lips as I pulled it out. She cleans it off as if knowing exactly what I want her to do (not that she needed much direction). I pull my finger out of her mouth and ask her “Why have you been trespassing on my graveyard so much?” to which she replies “Because it was the only way to get you to notice me and I love the peacefulness of a graveyard.” I tell her that “If you wish, I can get rid of your virginity.” She smiles, nods her head and says in a childish tone “Yes please” as if she is accepting candy or something.
I kiss her passionately, pushing my tongue into her mouth, exploring it. I can taste the taste that’s left over from her dirty panties being in her mouth. It actually tastes quite good. Our tongues move around each others mouths, as if searching for something. I break the kiss. I bend down and take her dirty panties off of the ground, which now are wet from the grass. I put them back in her mouth and tape them in, so she can’t scream and so that she gets a better taste of her ass. She doesn’t resist it this time. I move my hands down to her breasts, confined in rope. I squeeze them and she moans through the panty-gag. I lean over and start sucking on her left nipple. I put my lips to it and suck, flicking my tongue on its pointy tip. I can hear her moaning and it’s giving me a huge hard on. I switch to her right nipple and give it the same treatment, making her moan even more.
I move back and take my shirt off, showing her my muscles. I throw my shirt to the ground and start taking off my pants. I drop them to the ground and she can see the huge bulge in my underwear. I take off my shoes and socks, leaving them on the ground next to my pants. I take off my underwear and rub it slightly into my ass. My cock is pointing forward, wanting to enter her tight little virgin pussy. I take my underwear over to her and pull the tape half way off of her mouth. I put my underwear in her mouth and tape it shut again. Her mouth is now full of dirty underwear and she loves it.
I lift her legs off the ground and put them around me which causes her body to sag slightly, her breasts taking most of the weight because of the way I tied the harness. She wraps her legs around my, in those thigh-high boots of hers. She is at the prefect height for me to take her virginity. My cock is sandwiched between me and her so I move back and it falls free. Her legs clamp me back to her and I position my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I’m bent down slightly so I stand up, pushing my cock into her, breaking her virginity. She almost screams as I do this, which turns me on so much. I move out and push back in again. I work myself into a steady rhythm as she closes her eyes and moans loudly. I grab only her breasts and squeeze them. She moans louder. I continue holding onto them as I pull out and push back in faster and faster, harder and harder. Her moaning becomes louder. Her tight pussy feels like heaven on my cock, but I know I’m going straight to hell for this! I thrust faster and faster into her, harder and harder. She moans louder and louder. In almost no time she is about to have an orgasm. I thrust faster and harder and I feel her have an orgasm. This pushes me over the edge and I come without even expecting it. I continue to thrust into her until every drop of come is out of my cock and deep in her pussy.
She’s breathing heavily though her nose into my ear as I rest against her. After I regain my breath, I pull my now soft cock out of her come-soaked pussy. I move back and her legs fall back to the ground. She stands up on them, taking the pressure off of her breasts. I tell her “This has been so much fun for me. I hope it’s been as much fun for you. You can come around to my graveyard any time you like, now. Don’t worry, I won’t tell your mum. Now, your clothing is lying on the ground over there. If you want to leave, just tell me now. If not, you can stay tied up like that until tomorrow. It’s getting kind of late.” She tries to talk but the dirty underwear in her mouth stops her from saying anything intelligible. “Well, seeing as you haven’t said otherwise, I’m going to leave you tied up here until morning. I hope you have a fun night.” I gather up my clothing, put it all on and go into my house. I make myself a nice cup of hot coco, have some dinner and go to sleep, knowing that I have a helpless, little, thirteen year old, gothic slut tied to a gravestone in my backyard. I’m going to have a fun day tomorrow.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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