R Finch: The night nurse

"Having a good time, Emily?" Jim asked, and the girl looked up at me. With sonic annoyance I noticed that the closer I got to her the better she looked, and it was clear that if she ever decided to make Jim her own, I would be right out of the running. "Emily," Jim said again, louder, "I asked if you were having a good time."

"Great," I smiled, my eyes riveted to the girl's small hand on his cock. "I'm getting fucked every time I turn around. There's a lot of really well-hung guys here and I'm certainly getting my share of cock."

"I'm glad," he laughed. "You deserve it. You're a really sweet kid and you should have all the fucking you need…"

I stood there for a second without saying anything; then curiosity got the best of my better judgment and I asked almost too casually, "Who's your little friend here doing the job on that beautiful cock of yours?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Jim said. "I thought you knew. This is Yvonne, my fiancee. Isn't she fantastically sexy?"

"She's very pretty," I said, nodding slowly, forcing back the tears forming in my eyes. "Well, I guess I'd better be getting home. I have to work tonight and I haven't really been to sleep yet."

"See you later," Jim smiled, and he want back to paying attention to the hand-job his fiance was giving him.

Well, so that was that! Jim had a woman already picked out to be his ever-loving wife and so I was right back to square one. I spent most of the time I was supposed to be sleeping tossing and turning in bed, then at eleven I got up and dressed for work. My roommate was out on a date and I had the apartment to myself but I was too depressed to even use my cock-vibrator on my cunt.

When I arrived at work, I was still feeling down but then I suddenly remembered Randy Jackson and his two houses and – most of all – his offer for me to live with him. I perked right up and went down to his room to see him.

He was sifting up in bed reading and he glanced up at me with a smile when I walked in.

"How are you doing?" be asked, setting his book on the night stand next to the bed. "Did you come back for another taste of my cock or is this an official nurse visit?"

"I'm horny as hell," I giggled. I quickly stripped my clothes off and climbed in bed with him. "I need a man's prick in me and it's yours I want."

His hands grabbed me and then I was on my back and he was sticking his hairy cock up into my slippery cunt, thrusting with one fast movement of his hips and encasing his pulsing rod in my hole.

I wrapped my legs around his, churning upward with my ass and taking him as deep as I could in my snatch. A broken groan escaped my lips and I started to squirm around, his fucking starting in fast and furious.

His throbbing cock hammered into me, ramming all the way up my cunt and making me shudder with pleasure. I thrashed beneath him, pumping my ass into the bed faster and faster. I was going to give him a fuck that would have him begging me to live with him again, a fuck he'd never forget.

He kept slamming his stiff cock into me, grinding the hard base of it into the gaping wet mouth of my cunt and twisting with his hips so that it almost drove me up the wall with wanton lust. He was fucking me still faster and faster, shoving his huge prick into my cunt until I was right on the edge of coming.

I tensed, waiting for the first spasms of my cunt-blasting climax to begin, but then Randy suddenly pulled his cock back out of my cunt and with a deft motion rammed it straight up my asshole.

He shoved his cock as far into my asshole as he could, filling my hot shit-chute with his hardness, then he began pumping with a wild fury.

I felt my back arch and I was flailing at the air with my arms, the almost brutal ass-fucking he was giving me pushing me right into the middle of a shattering climax.

His cock jerked in my slippery rectum, then he was shooting his nuts off into my asshole, filling my ass with his hot jism. We ground together, both of us straining and pumping, all the while his cum shooting up into my asshole.

I grabbed hold of his pumping ass and pulled him even closer to me, his cock sticking even farther up my spasming asshole and spurting cum all inside my butt.

We fucked yet more furiously, my hips churning back and forth as his cock kept plunging into me. My pussy juices were running down along the crack of my cunt-lips and dribbling down into my asshole, the joint of our ass-fucking as slippery as any regular fuck.

His huge prick kept ramming into my quivering asshole and I kept pumping against him, the last spasms of my orgasm finally fading into tiny tingles deep in my trembling loins.

Randy shot the last of his wad up my ass and then he was suddenly lifeless on top of me, his breath hot against my neck.

After a few minutes he rolled off me and sprawled out on the bed. I lay there quietly, feeling his cum trickling out of my asshole and down to the sheet.

"That was a great ass-fucking," I said softly. "You're a really great all-around lay."

"Thanks," he laughed. "That's what all the girls that live with me say. It's nice to know I haven't lost the touch."

I stared at him, uncomprehending. "All what girls that live with you?" I asked, rising up on one elbow.

He reached out and began squeezing my heavy tits, toying with my nipples until they were erect and rubbery hard.

"The girls I live with," he said quietly. "I told you I had two houses, one in the city and one in the country. I live with all the girls that work for me."

I looked at him until I finally realized what he was talking about. "Houses?" I said. "You mean whorehouses?"

"Of course," he laughed. "What other kind of 'house' is there? I own two whorehouse. Have you given any thought to what I asked you about living with me? You're one of the best fucks I've ever had and I guarantee you'll make a fortune. How about it?"

His hand was working up between my damp thighs and then he poked a finger up into my cunt, shoving it deep into my wet hole. He moved it in and out until I was trembling all over, fingerfucking my cunt the way it was made to be finger-fucked.

"I… I hadn't really thought about it," I said slowly, getting excited in spite of myself. The idea of being a prostitute actually excited me, considering the fact that I loved fucking so much. Also, if Randy was right and I could really make a fortune, then maybe I could get rich on my own without having to marry a doctor. It was worth thinking about, anyway.

"Think about it," Randy said, his finger slipping in and out of my hot cunt even faster. "You'll be great. And imagine all the cock you'll get your little hands on. Hell, you'll be getting all the fucking you can take."

He was squeezing the hairy mound of my cunt with his hand while be fingered me, his expert manipulation turning me on like nothing I'd ever felt before.

"Well…" I said uncertainly, spreading my thighs wider so he could get into my cunt better. "I'm still not sure [missing text]."

Randy started working a finger up into my tight throbbing asshole at the same time, his hand moving quickly as he finger-fucked both my cunt and my ass. He leaned forward and started kissing my tits, sucking on my nipples while his hands turned my quivering loins to jelly.

I was shaking all over and my cunt juices were flowing freely, gushing down the parted slick lips of my snatch and covering every thing. The last thing I remember saying before the cunt-shattering climax he was building me to raged through my cunt was, "I'm sure now. Ohhhhh! Finger-fuck me faster, play with my cunt! Ohhhh! I'll move in with you. Ohhhh, Goddamn that's good! Ohhh! I'll take the job!Ohhhhhh, shit, I love it! My cunt's ready to explode! Ohhhh, Goddamn! I'll take the fucking job!"

And, of course, it was a fucking job!