Duncan Fox: The naughty nurse

"Going to come!" the man snorted. "Aww shit!"

His cock began to tremble and squirt, hot, thick, gooey wads of semen down her throat. Lorraine gulped frantically. The pulsating, erupting knob of his prick banged against her throat. Her swallowing stimulated his balls. She felt as if she was swallowing blobs of hot pudding the wads of come were so big.

And the spurting just kept going on and on and on. Finally she had to stop to catch her breath. Dribbles of semen flowed from her mouth as she sucked in a breath of air.

Lorraine's hole spasmed. Her cunt went into a dry orgasm, one that was certain to leave her more horny than before. Her thighs shuddered and trembled, hoping to embrace a hard male body.

The cock in her mouth stopped spurting and began to shrivel. Carefully, half-willingly, she used her lips and tongue to drain the last drops of come from his piss-hole. She sucked hard, extracted every last drop of sperm from his exhausted cock. When his prick was at last a flaccid lump between her lips, she drew her head back. His cock popped out of her mouth. His prick was drained and wet with spit as she crawled awkwardly from under the desk. Still on her knees, she slumped down.

"Here you are, baby, you earned 'em," the young doctor announced, dropping the incriminating panties in front of her.

"I don't suppose you'd care to fuck me now," she asked weakly. She needed some form of release from her incredible horniness.

"Couldn't possibly," he told her. "Besides, like you said, we can hardly do it here." He chuckled. "We managed all right, though, didn't we?"

"Bastard," she hissed.

"Yeah, well, for an over-sexed cunt like you it's a good thing there are horny men around," he answered.

Painfully, Lorraine picked up her panties and got to her feet. Clumsily, she stuffed the soiled garment in her purse.

"Well, I better get down to the emergency room," Dr. Stern announced. "Have a pleasant evening, cock-sucker."

Lorraine slumped miserably in the chair as he left. She was conscious of the come in her throat, and the wetness of her own climax on the crotch of her panties.

Her pussy wept with frustration, making her panties sticky and uncomfortable.

She squirmed on the chair, and toyed with a pencil. Her panties rode up into her sweating crack, rubbed her clit, made it burn.

Finally she stood up, pulled her dress up and yanked the offending panties down and off. She stuffed them into her purse.

She sat down. She started fidgeting with the pencil again, rolling it around and around on the smooth desk.

She kept thinking of Angelo and his fantastic cock. "No," she told herself softly.

The itch in her cunt increased. Her clit burned hotter and hotter, her cunt began flooding.

Her finger hit the intercom switch. She cleared her throat nervously. "Joyce?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you cover for me for an hour or so?"

"You okay?" Joyce asked. "You sound funny."

"I-I'm not feeling my best. I thought I'd have some tea and maybe lie down for a while," she lied.

"Okay, sure, it's another quiet night. Take your time."

"Thanks, Joyce."

Lorraine got up tensely from the desk. Hating herself, she walked along the silent corridor to Angelo's room.

Dr. Mansfield glanced nervously down the corridor as he stood outside Kathy Dell's door. He was relieved to see that Dr. Stern seemed to be preoccupied at the desk. He opened the door quietly.

"Kathy?" he called softly.

The pretty blonde teenager sat up. "Yes?"

"I've got what you want," Dr. Mansfield told her. He flicked on the light.

Kathy blinked against the sudden glare. "Oh, thank you, Doctor."

Dr. Mansfield was nervously fumbling with something in his pocket. "I – ah – think we had better check and make sure that it fits properly, don't you?"

"Do you really think so?"

The gray-haired physician nodded. "Think of the consequences if it doesn't."

"But you measured me for it."

"Just the same, I'd like to check the actual tit," he repeated. His eyes kept going from her pretty face to the full thrust of her tits. Her titties jiggled in her pajama tops excitingly every time she took a breath. His cock was tight in his pants.

"Well, if you have to," she grumbled impatiently. "Let's get it over with."

She lay back on the bed.

Dr. Mansfield drew the sheet down and exposed her hips and graceful, bare legs. He sat down on the bed and reached for her panties. Compliantly, she lifted her ass off the bed, let him draw her frilly panties down her sleek thighs. Then she bent her knees and lifted her feet. He stripped her panties off.

"Now, let's see here," he mused. Gently, he parted the girl's knees, spread her legs and exposed her pussy. He felt sweat beading his upper lip. He contemplated her naked cunt. Her twat-lips were delicately fuzzed with light, reddish-blonde hair.

Kathy lay on her back and stared resignedly at the ceiling.

Carefully, he spread her cunt-lips, opened the pink gash, exposed the delicate ruffles of flesh. He made a show of studying her inner cunt-lips. He tried to make the appropriate musing noises as his heart raced.

His finger fucked the nubbin of her cunt. She gave a rasp of shock and surprise. "Hey!"

"Did that hurt?" he asked, hoping he sounded concerned.

"You know damn well it didn't," she said, looking at him.

Her tits were rising and falling more quickly.

"Oh?" He stroked her clit again and watched her writhe from the stimulation.

"That's not where it goes," she moaned. "Now come off it, Doc, and get it fitted. Okay?"

With a casual shrug, he took a round plastic case from his pocket and opened it. After taking out the diaphragm, he uncapped a tube of contraceptive cream. Carefully, he filled the diaphragm and ran a bead of cream around the outer rim of the springy dome. He carefully curled the diaphragm and spread her cunt lips again. Then he slid the coiled contraceptive device into her cunt-hole. Watching closely, he pushed the diaphragm up inside the young girl's pussy.

Then, impulsively, he leaned over and kissed her cunt. He flicked her clit with his tongue. Her hips bounced up in reaction.

"Shit," the girl hissed.

The elderly doctor began nursing on her clit. He dragged her clit between his lips and stroked it with his tongue. In reaction, Kathy's hips writhed and squirmed against his face. She cursed at the ceiling. He held her thighs open with one hand. He felt the muscles spasming under her soft, tender flesh.

"Oh, eat me, eat me, eat me!" she moaned.

Dr. Mansfield drew back from her flooding cunt. He stood up.

She looked up at him, her blue eyes hazy with lust. "What are you doing?"

He stared down at her. His cock was an aching lump in his pants. "Take off your pajama tops," he ordered.

"What are you doing?" she repeated.

"Miss Dell," he said carefully, "if you do not do exactly as I ask, I will tell your parents that you asked me for a diaphragm."

Kathy's lust faded abruptly. She lowered her legs and clamped them together. Then she cupped her hands over her cunt. "You bastard."

"Please do as I ask, Miss Dell."

"You-you dirty old man!" Kathy snarled. "You sonofabitch!"

"Your pajama tops," he insisted, unperturbed by her insults. She was, after all, a slut.

"Bastard," Kathy growled. But she was obeying him, was stripping off her pajama tops, baring her wonderful tits to him. She flopped back on the bed. Her nipples were alert pink berries on the pale globes.

Dr. Mansfield unbuckled his trousers and let them drop. He stepped out of them, then pushed his shorts down and exposed the towering thrust of his hard-on. He saw her eyes flick down to his cock, saw her pupils dilate when she saw his prick, saw the flicker of fear and excitement on her face.