Duncan Fox: The naughty nurse

"Come on, baby," Angelo urged her. "Come on."

"I will, soon," Lorraine grunted. "Oh, believe me, I will."

The steel traction frame she was hanging from creaked as she jerked and twisted it. Lifting and dropping, she pounded the cock into her cunt.

"Going to come!" Angelo grunted. "Got to, got to!"

"NO!" Lorraine protested, frantically making herself stop. "NO, NOT YET!"

She felt the prick in her twat pulse ominously, and she held herself motionless. She tried to keep her cunt walls from clenching and unclenching in reaction to Angelo's pulsations.

"Think of something else," she moaned. "How much is thirteen times fourteen?"

Angelo's sweating face went blank, his eyes closed, and his lips moved as he worked the problem in his head. "Hundred and eighty two," he said desperately.

His cock had stopped throbbing in her cunt, and there had been no hot gush of semen. They'd held off his coming. And she hadn't lost too much of her own arousal.

She began moving again, began lifting herself higher and higher, began to pogo-stick on his prick.

Sweat was running down between her big tits. The crack of her ass felt wet and slippery.

Angelo rolled her clit with his thumb. She fucked harder and faster, and her hips began swinging again. In the neighboring bed, the sheet over Jimmy Carter's hips began jerking and quivering as he pumped his cock.

"Awww, I'm coming," Lorraine whined. "Awww! Come with me! Come with me!"

She jammed herself down on Angelo's hard cock as clutching waves stroked the length of her cunt. She felt his cock jerk, spasm, and erupt, flood her twat with thick, gooey waves of come jism blasted the end of her twat. She soared higher and higher on a fireball of pleasure. Every muscle in her body helped wring out the spurting prick in her cunt.

Finally, she felt hot, sticky, overflow jism forming a pool between her steaming flesh and his. Slowly, as her coming eased, she felt his prick become limp.

She didn't see the spreading wet stain on the sheets of Jimmy Carter's bed. For a few minutes, she remained mounted on Angelo and let his prick slowly fade inside her cunt.

Then, aching with exhaustion, she lifted herself off him. His cock flopped onto his belly, soggy with their combined juices. Angelo's bush was a tangled, gooey mat. His eyes were gleaming wickedly as he smiled.

"I'm sorry," she said miserably.

"Anytime, Miss Kelly!"

"Mrs.," she corrected automatically. "I'm a widow."

"Anytime, Mrs. Kelly."

"You're a mess," she noted, staring at his sodden crotch. "I'd better clean you up." Getting a washrag from the bathroom, she wiped up the pool of come and sponged off his kinky black bush. Then she pulled the sheet up over him.

"Thanks," he said easily.

Lorraine realized she could be in deep, deep trouble. If Angelo said anything, her career would be ruined.

She was still wrestling with the problem when she heard, faintly, the call button at the nurses' station. Hurriedly, she turned and left the room. Behind her, forgotten on the floor, lay her panties. She was dimly aware of come trickling down the insides of her thighs as she helped a patient with a bedpan. Soon she was too busy making up for lost time to be aware of her naked crotch.

It wasn't until the end of her shift that she remembered her panties – it was when she sat down to finish the paper work and felt the cold chair against her bare bottom.

Frantically, she raced down to Angelo's room to cover the evidence. But, when she got there, her panties were gone! She searched desperately, but couldn't find them. She didn't want to wake Angelo in order to ask him. It was hardly possible that he had them, anyway. He couldn't have reached them from his bed.

Out of time, she hurried back for the shift change. She was sweating with fear.

Her panties were tucked into Jimmy Carter's crotch. He had used them to soak up his copious jism. There was a contented smile on his lips and he was sleeping deeply and peacefully.

Another night. Lorraine's head was bent over a stack of paper work. She had wanted, desperately, to call in sick. She was terrified of another long night on the ward. She was terrified of having to face Angelo's hot, knowing eyes, and terrified of what she might do next.

She was on duty alone, as usual. Because the hospital was understaffed, she hadn't called in sick. Now she was trying to hide behind a stack of patients' charts that needed work. Around her, everything was quiet.

"Hi, how's it going?" Dr. Stern asked, resting his forearms on the high counter in front of her. He was staring down the front of her dress.

"Good evening, Doctor," she said frostily.

"What time is your break tonight?"

Lorraine did her best to ignore him. "I'm not taking one."

"Not even for a quick snack?" Dr. Stern asked, leering. "Like, maybe a hot dog?"

"Just what is that supposed to mean?"

"Have a good shift last night?" he asked suddenly, changing the subject abruptly.

"Average," she answered vaguely.

The young doctor smiled. "I wonder if Angelo and Jimmy thought it was average."

Lorraine froze. "What do you mean?"

"Well, it seems to me that the special attention you gave Angelo was – ah – somewhat above average."

"What special attention?" Lorraine asked warily.

"I imagine the head nurse might ask some very difficult questions about how a pair of your panties wound up in Jimmy Carter's possession," Dr. Stern mused.

"Wh-what?"

Dr. Stern reached into his pocket. Her panties were dangling in front of her. He had one finger hooked through a leg hole. She heard his voice as if he were at the bottom of a deep hole.

"When I checked Jimmy this morning, I found these under his covers," Stern said. "Naturally, I was curious. So I pried a few answers out of the kid. Seems he got quite an education last night."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Lorraine lied desperately.

Dr. Stern shrugged. He was still dangling her panties in front of her. "Doesn't make any difference," he answered. "These panties are yours and I don't see any way for you to explain their presence in Jimmy's bed."

"What do you want?" she asked evenly.

"Well, getting back to your break… I'd hate to see you go hungry."

"I can't leave the station tonight," Lorraine lied. "Joyce is off. I'm handling her ward, too."

"Oh, you don't have to leave the station to eat," Dr. Stern answered. "I was thinking of your eating at your desk."

"If you think I'm going to let you fuck me right here, you're out of your mind. Dr. Mansfield is prowling tonight. Sure as hell he's going to come by here sooner or later."

"Who said anything about fucking?"

"Isn't that what you meant by lunch?"

"I meant eating, when I mentioned lunch," he answered. "Or, to be crude, I meant suck, not fuck."

"What?" Lorraine felt sick.

Dr. Stern came into the station and closed the gate and latched it. His cock was jutting out through the fly of his white pants. "Now, how about a hot dog?" he asked, waving his prick at her.

Lorraine swiveled her chair around. "You're crazy," she moaned.

She couldn't take her eyes off the slim, rigid dick that was pointing at her. Her mouth went dry, then flooded when she thought of taking his cock between her lips. She had done it before, but this was different. She wasn't fully aroused now, the way she had been then.

"Why don't you get out of that chair and let me sit down?" Dr. Stern suggested.

As if hypnotized, Lorraine got up out of the chair. Her eyes were riveted on the waving cock. She moved aside and let the doctor settle himself in the chair.

"Now, if you're a good little girl and please me," he told her, "I'll let you have your panties back. Otherwise, I'll report where I found them."