Duncan Fox: The naughty nurse

Angelo dragged himself to his knees, got one foot under himself. His back to her, he clutched at the ends of the parallel bars. His ass looked very pale, the crack dark and hairy. She wondered how clean he was.

With a powerful heave, Angelo pulled himself to his feet. He teetered as he steadied himself. He still had his back to her. His feet were spread. She could see his cock and balls hanging down between his hairy thighs. He was sweating with the strain.

Another lurch, and he had turned to face her. He was still gripping the bars. He towered over her. His cock was half hard. His balls were drawn up into his groin.

Lying on her back, her knees bent, her legs spread, her cunt a hot gash of red in her black bush, she looked up at him.

"You're in my way," he grunted.

Quickly, she rolled to one side.

Swaying slightly, he cautiously lifted one hand from the bars. He teetered precariously. He steadied himself with less and less of his other hand, finally just the fingertips, and then carefully drew the hand off the wooden rail.

Lorraine was holding her breath. She heard voices and footsteps in the corridor, and wondered how much time had passed. She had made the physical therapist promise her an hour alone with Angelo. How much of the hour was gone?

Angelo slid one foot forward jerkily, six inches, then a foot, and planted it firmly. He swayed precariously. Lorraine braced herself to catch him. Then he steadied.

"One," he grunted.

"One," she agreed. She had to French his ass.

He swayed again, and dragged the other foot forward.

"Two," she whispered.

Angelo was grinning now. Rivers of sweat were streaming down his naked body. His prick was limp because of his concentration on walking. He had his weight spread evenly now.

One more step, Lorraine reminded herself, and she was committed to letting him fuck her ass with his cock, and then cleaning his cock with her mouth. She was on fire with lust, anticipation, hope, and terror.

His foot dragged forward, past the planted one.

He turned and grinned down at her triumphantly. Then his knees gave way and he began to fall. Desperately, Lorraine threw herself forward. Her muscles and joints cracked as he hit her. He crashed down on her, smashing the breath out of her. His steel neck brace bruised her tits as it ground into them. Her tits blazed with agony.

"Made it, lady," Angelo grunted as he clung to her.

"You made it," she repeated.

"You promised."

"I promised," she agreed. She was burning up inside.

"Just let me catch my breath," he panted.

"We don't have much time," she told him. How much time was left?

"You aren't getting out of it that way," he growled.

"I'm not trying to. But the therapist only promised me an hour."

Angelo rolled to his back. "Shit, that's almost gone. You knew it would be, damnit. You knew it."

"I didn't," she insisted. "Honest, I didn't. I'll do it, I promise I'll do it. Since we don't have time now, I'll do it tonight, in your room."

"Help me," he grunted. "Help me get dressed, damnit."

She helped him up, and steadied him as he made his way back down the bars to the wheelchair. She managed to get him into his pajamas and robe.

She grabbed her dress, yanked it on and buttoned it, covered her naked, sweating body. The thin material stuck to her tits and her belly.

"Tonight. I promise," she panted. "You've had enough for one morning, anyway."

"Don't forget," he snapped. "Don't forget."

She unlocked the door. "I won't forget. I promise."

The physical therapist came in and looked from Lorraine to Angelo. The teenager was in his chair at the end of the bars. The therapist saw the sweat on both of them. "You two been working hard?" he asked.

"He did it," Lorraine announced. "And, he'll do it again tomorrow."

"How'd you manage it?" the therapist asked.

"Just a matter of supplying the right motivation," she answered, slipping past him.

"See you tonight," Angelo said as she left.

Lorraine shivered as come trickled down the insides of her naked thighs.

As she sat at the station that night, Lorraine didn't even try to do any work. She was going to do it, going to do what she had promised. She wanted to. The thought sickened her. But, she wanted to.

As the hands of the clock ground their way inevitably around toward her break time, she got hotter and hotter and hotter.

She was looking forward to screwing her tongue into Angelo's hung. She was aching to feel his cock drive into her ass. She was burning to feel his prick stretch her asshole, piston in and out of her shitter until he flooded it with jism.

And then she would carefully lick his filthy cock clean. And, if she was real lucky, maybe he'd get hard and come again, in her mouth. Just the thought was enough to turn her pussy into a hot, oozing swamp of lust.

Finally she dragged herself out of the chair. It was time to make her rounds. A deep breath to clear her head and she started off.

Kathy Dell's room was empty – her parents had taken her to another hospital after the scandal with Dr. Stern. Lorraine knew it hadn't been the intern's fault entirely.

Everything was quiet on the ward. Lorraine stopped at Joyce's station. "Okay if I take my break now?" she asked.

"Fine. Take as long as you want," Joyce told her.

Lorraine began hurrying as she got closer and closer to Angelo's room. She wanted to do it. That was the most frightening thing of all. It wasn't the acts themselves that horrified her as much as it was Angelo's youth. He was less than half her age.

She stopped outside his door. Her panties were a sodden mess. She put out a sweaty hand and eased the door open. She slipped inside.

Angelo stared at her hotly.

"Hi," she croaked.

"Hi." His sheet was tented up by his monster hard-on.

"We-we've got to be careful," she said huskily. "After what happened with Dr. Stern, we have to be careful."

"That cunt down the hall is covering for you, isn't she?"

Lorraine nodded. "Her name is Joyce."

"Don't think you're going to get off easy," Angelo warned.

"I don't – I don't want to," Lorraine confessed. "I'll just take off my panties. That way I'll be covered if someone comes."

"Long as the necessary holes are bared," Angelo said crudely.

Hiking up her white uniform, Lorraine skinned her panties down and off. She turned around.

Then she gulped. Angelo had thrown his sheet off. His cock lay up against his hairy belly like an ivory pole. Her pussy swelled and pulsed at the sight of his dick – but her pussy was the one hole that was not going to get that great cock tonight.

Her asshole itched with hunger as she stared at Angelo's great tower of meat. Angelo heaved up out of bed and turned to sit on the edge. His cock thrust up from his lap.

"You-you want me to suck you first?" she asked, hypnotized.

"Shit no. I want to shove it up your ass first. Then, after I'm done there, you French my asshole, then suck me off."

"I see," she whispered.

She got onto the bed on her hands and knees. She looked over as Angelo got a tube of lubricant out of the bedside table. He let her watch as he greased his prick thoroughly. Then he took a blob of cream and reached for her ass. He flipped her skirt up, bared her ass-checks.

His fingers touched her ass. The lubricant felt cold at first, then it warmed and softened. Her asshole ached and burned as he thrust two greasy fingers into her tail. She plunged her hand into her pussy, rolled the squirming button of her clit.

She felt the bed sag as Angelo got on his knees behind her. His fingers left her asshole. Then Angelo's cock-head touched her asshole. She felt steadily increasing pressure and pleasure, felt her ass slowly yielding to his brutal penetration.