Duncan Fox: The naughty nurse

She thought, too, of the scarlet rivers of blood that had spurted from her husband after the accident – blood that never seemed to stop. The memory slashed through her like a dull scalpel. She thrust it aside and concentrated on her flaring passion.

She squeezed the cock in her fist and stared at the two trim hospital beds. It was a semi-private room.

She went over to the bed. She let go of his prick. Shedding her panties, she lay down on her back on the bed. Her garter belt pulled tight as she spread her shapely white-stockinged legs wide. She felt her cunt flesh shiver as chill air hit her hot juices. She saw the excited gleam in Dr. Stern's dark eyes as he stared hungrily at her wanton display.

"Come," she moaned, her hands squeezing and squashing the soft, warm hills of her tits. She humped her hips, rolled them erotically on the bed.

There were beads of sweat on the young doctor's upper lip. His hands shook as he unfastened his belt. He shoved his trousers down, baring himself. He had a thick black pubic patch and a thrusting, slender prick. He was, as she had expected, circumcised.

The cap of his prick was dusky purple, the shaft was pale white, ribbed with veins. His hairy thighs were strong, his belly flat.

"Come on," she groaned.

The intern's feet were tangled in his trousers. Reaching down, balancing awkwardly on one foot, he struggled free of his pants. His dangling prick wigged and jiggled. A drop of pre-orgasmic fluid dropped to the sterile floor.

"Come on, already," Lorraine hissed, sliding her hand down to her gaping cunt and squeezing the full lips. She spread her crack, exposed the glaring wet, pink meat of her pussy. She fingered her cunt, stroked the petals of her hole.

"Fuck me," she moaned desperately, trying to forget what she was doing by getting even more excited. "Fuck me!"

Dr. Stern advanced on her, his cock swaying like the head of a cobra. He crossed the room and towered over her. His eyes raked her lush naked body, explored every sexy curve and crevice.

Lorraine shuddered with excitement and anticipation. Her nurse's cap was knocked crooked as she writhed on the bed. She was clothed in only her white stockings and garter belt. The white elastic suspenders framed the ebony patch of her pussy.

He approached her. His body came down on top of hers. His cock found the hot funnel of her cunt, and he drilled her streaming depths. Her hips heaved upward to greet him.

Lorraine grunted as her cunt was filled by his prick. She clawed his back as he hammered his prick into her twat. She twined her legs around him, slithered the nylon of her stockings against his naked flesh. She clutched his muscular ass as he fucked her.

He went at her with all the skill and finesse of a randy stallion, hammering his cock into her cunt hard and fast. She bucked under him. She felt the head of his dick slam against the end of her cunt like a jackhammer. The steel frame of the hospital bed creaked under the force of his drives.

It was too quick and too hard, and she wasn't reaching the release she needed so desperately. He reamed her cunt with his cock and held on, and she felt his come erupted into her guts like live steam. The cock in her pussy jerked and heaved and recoiled, blasted her innards with hot thick blobs of jizm. She squirmed and heaved and writhed in a frantic attempt to reach her own peak.

But his prick was shrinking and shriveling in her cunt, giving her no chance to rest. With a muttered oath, she heaved him off her, flipped him to his back beside her on the bed. Frantically, she got to her knees and dipped her head.

Her mouth closed around his slithery, dripping, limp cock. She swirled it around in her mouth. She was tasting his come and her juices on the rubbery cock, but she didn't care. The dreadful ache in her cunt had to be satisfied, and to satisfy it, she had to get his cock hard again.

As he lay on his back, panting, trying to catch his breath from his first coming, she sucked his cock. She stroked the underside of his prick with her tongue. She fondled his sweaty balls, tickled the insides of his thighs. She drew on his limp cock, rolled it against the roof of her mouth.

"Christ!" he swore, lifting his head to stare at the wanton nurse.

"Come on," she begged, taking her mouth off his prick for a moment. "Get hard again, damn it! Give me a chance."

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I-I didn't mean to come so soon. It's been a long time since I've had any release."

"You ever fucked a cunt before?" she asked bitterly, gripping his withered, limp prick.

"Yeah!" he said angrily.

"I'll bet," she said disbelievingly. "Come on, get it up, damn it!"

Her tits swayed as she dipped her head and sucked his come-sticky prick. Finally, she felt life returning to the cock. His fleshy shaft swelled slowly as she slurped on it. It began to drive to the back of her mouth. As she mouthed his prick, she cupped her hand around his balls and pressed them very gently, warming them.

"God!" he gulped. He let his head drop back on the bed as his prick began to grew and thrust deeper into the nurse's sucking mouth. She bobbed her head on his prick, pressed it hard with her tongue.

He moaned.

Her gut was a hard knot of need as she sucked his cock back to life. Her cunt was streaming with hunger. Trickles of juice slipped down the insides of her thighs as she knelt on the bed. Her tits swayed and brushed his legs as she hovered over him. His cock was poking the back of her throat now, her nose was being tickled by his thick black curls. He smelled of sweat and come and shit. He had been on shift for hours.

His cock was hard now. She spat it out and straddled him. She crawled up over him. She looked down at his prick. She wiggled his dick with her hand, made the purple head stroke along her slit, plowed her pussylips with his cock. She was burning up with lust.

She set the knob of his prick in her cunt. She felt his prick slowly find its way up into her guts for a second time. She lowered herself in a series of gentle jerks and felt his prick slide along her slithery wet pussy walls, push through the thick goo of his come.

His prick slowly disappeared from view until finally her black cunt hair tangled with his thick patch and she was fully in the saddle. His hands came up and mashed her tits. His fingers clutched her aching tits, bruising them. For a long time, she remained still, savoring the feeling of fullness his cock gave her.

She thought of Chris in the same position, doing the same thing, and pain dug into her guts. Chris had been a lug, lusty, red-headed Irishman, with a cock that had filled her guts like a column of hot cement. She would come down, and his hips would slam upward, and they would collide in mid-air with bone-jarring force.

She moved, lifted off him. Dropping, she felt his dick bum into her cunt-hole. She reached down and dug her fingers into her flooding pussy and mangled her cunt. Then she jammed a finger up into herself beside his cock, giving herself more bulk in her cunt.

She bounced on him. She fucked him with total abandon. She slammed down on his gut, drew upward, and slammed down again. She felt his cock stretch the entire length of her cunt. Her lust boiled higher as she screwed herself on him. She was getting close to her peak now.

She shook the vision away angrily and went on screwing herself. She heard the gooey pistoning of the cock in her cunt. She smelled the thick, cloying musky scent drifting up from her crotch.

She was going to come. Finally, she was going to come. She was on fire. Her toes curled as she neared her peak. Her tits jiggled and jerked in the intern's grasp as she pounded down on him. Sweat trickled down between her tits as she worked to bring herself off. She didn't care if he came or not, all she wanted was a few ecstatic moments.