Duncan Fox: The naughty nurse

"Fuck you," Angelo growled angrily.

"Ho, ho, ho, wouldn't you just love to?"

"Yeah, well, who says I want you?" Angelo retorted.

"You were eager enough while you were strapped down," she observed. "Of course, you didn't have to do anything but lie there. No one could criticize your technique."

"Ain't nothing wrong with my technique!"

"I'll bet you can't even get your cock up. I'll bet you're afraid to even show me your dinky dick," she snorted. "Probably wore it down to a nubbin beating it with your hand because you're chicken to fuck a real woman."

Angrily, Angelo tore his robe open and jerked at the snaps to his pajama bottoms, pulled out his prick. "Some nubbin!"

Lorraine swallowed at the sight of his cock. "Limp as over-cooked spaghetti."

"Yeah, well you aren't showing it anything to get it excited," Angelo answered.

"If I did, you wouldn't know what to do with it," she taunted, shivering.

"You just give me the chance. Anytime, anyplace."

"How about right here, right now?"

Angelo looked surprised, then wary.

Lorraine was burning up inside. Her pussy felt like a brush fire. Moving away from the door, she went to the parallel bars, and stood at the end away from him. She began to unbutton the dress that was the only thing she had on.

She saw Angelo's cock begin to rise between his hairy thighs. She wished he weren't so hairy.

"You want me, you come get me," she challenged, undoing the button below her navel. "You walk down here and get me." She unfastened the button over her dripping pussy, then the one below it – the last one.

She let the dress slide off her shoulders and drop to the floor. She stood there naked. His cock rose rapidly. Cupping her breasts, she thumbed her tits, made them stiffen. Then she slid her hands down her belly, down to her pussy and fingered her cunt. She spread her legs.

"Come on," she whispered. "There's your target. Come and get my pussy, if you've got the balls."

Angelo's face beaded with sweat. Reaching out, he grasped the bars. His shoulders and arms bulged as he hauled himself painfully to his feet. His pajama bottoms dropped around his ankles.

Holding himself up on the bars, Angelo dragged his feet out of his pajama pants. His cock was swaying heavily. Then, steadying himself with one hand, he slipped one arm, then the other, out of his robe. In a moment he was down to just his pajama shirt. It parted around his erect cock. He undid the buttons and stripped off his last covering. Now he was as naked as she was.

His prick drooled. She fingered her itching clit. "Come on," she whispered. "Come and get pussy."

The muscles in his arms swelled and strained as they took his weight.

Slowly and painfully, one foot inched forward on the slick floor. After placing it carefully, he leaned on it, transferred his weight to the wasted muscles of his leg. Sweat poured down his body as he dragged his other foot forward and set it firmly. His chest was heaving. His eyes were fastened on her furry cunt as he struggled toward her.

Lorraine waited for the teenage boy. Her finger slippery with cunt-juice, she rolled the little pearl of her clit.

His jaw clenched, Angelo moved slowly toward her. He was halfway to her now. He moved, more easily as he gained experience. His cock was swaying and bobbing.

Mentally, Lorraine was urging him on. Her cunt was spasming, searching for a cock to fill it. She stayed at the end of the bars as Angelo drew closer and closer. He was two feet away, then one foot, then his cock was smearing her belly. Still she made no effort to help him get to her.

For a moment he hesitated. Then, quickly, he moved one sweaty hand from the bars to her naked flesh, dug his fingers into her upper arm, clutched at her. His other hand slapped her, bruised her arm as he fell against her. His cock skidded up her belly as his full weight lurched against her.

Wrapping her arms around his sweating body, she fell backwards onto the exercise mat. As she dragged him down with her, she was very conscious of the steel collar protecting his neck.

She spread her legs and felt his cock slam into her twat. She shifted her hips, and his cock slid into her hole. His hips heaved, and suddenly she was filled with his cock, jammed full with it. Her cunt juiced around Angelo's drilling dick and her hips heaved upward.

The fucking was savage, brutal. Angelo bucked, drove his prick into her hot cunt again and again and again. The head of his cock slammed the end of her cunt. His body ground against her clit as he raped her.

She clawed his back, spurred him on with her heels, eagerly took everything be was giving her. Her tits were bruised and battered by his weight. The exercise had felt like sandpaper against her naked back and ass as he rammed his cock into her.

She could barely focus on his sweat-shiny face, his tousled black hair. She loved it. She loved the feel of his cock fucking her cunt, stabbing her tunnel end. She loved the feel of her clit being pulverized. The bruising of her tits was exquisite.

She bucked under him crazily as her lust roared higher and higher and higher. She whined, howled, reached for his heaving ass. She grabbed his ass-cheeks, dug her fingers into the crack and forced one finger into his asshole.

She felt him probe her asshole, bugger her rectum with one finger, then two. He was wrenching her asshole open, stretching it, feeling his cock in her cunt through the wall of her shitter.

She felt his cock fire come into her spasming cunt. Her asshole jerked and clutched at his digging fingers. Jism burst into her pussy, spattered her cunt, then pressured out around his jerking, jetting dick.

She roared to an orgasm as his goo streamed from her cunt and down her ass. Semen greased his buggering fingers and stung her strained asshole. She clutched at him, jammed her finger into his greasy depths to wring the last of his come from his prostate.

Her orgasm flared again and again and again before finally fading to an ache of satisfaction.

For a long time she lay under the teenager with her finger still drilled into his asshole. His fingers were still stretching hers and his cock was shriveling in her cunt.

His fingers left her tail-hole as his cock pulled out of her cunt. He rolled on his back with a soft groan. "Bitch," he muttered.

"I told you," she panted. "I told you you weren't paralyzed."

"Shit," he wheezed, exhausted.

"You were good, by the way. Very good."

"Thanks," he answered, staring at the ceiling. His chest was heaving. "You miss Jimmy."

"What makes you say that?"

"You always went for him more than for me," Angelo said matter-of-factly.

"He was dying," she said defensively.

"Me, I was just strung up in a rack. Well, you proved I'm not paralyzed."

"Pretty soon you'll be walking without using the bars," she told.

"Kiss my ass," he snorted. "It'll take weeks."

"You could do it right now," she retorted. "If you do, I'll kiss your ass."

"You're kidding!"

"Just try me," she answered quickly. Her heart was beating very hard.

Angelo rolled to his side carefully and stared hard at her. "If I try to walk without the bars, right now, you'll kiss my ass?"

"You try, and I'll kiss your ass," she repeated. She could feel her pulse racing. "You take one step and I'll French your ass. You take two steps and I'll French your ass and suck your cock."

"Three steps?"

"Three steps and you can do anything you want," she told him.

"Fuck your ass?"

"Anything," she whispered. Her cunt was flooding.

Angelo struggled to sit up. He reached for the ends of the bars. Lorraine held her breath. It was actually happening. He was going to try, and, at the very least, that meant she was going to have to kiss his ass. She was frightened, and the fear added to her lust.