Don Scott - The hottest wife

Steve looked down at me, his face wet from my cunt juice. He grabbed his prick in one hand and fitted it to the opening of my snatch, then pressed down on me, simultaneously crushing my tits with his chest, kissing me with his cum-slick lips and easing his cock in me.

My fur-lined cunthole stretched wide to accept Steve's cockhead, then firmly embraced his shaft as he drove deep in me. He held my face in his hands and kissed me long and hard and I tasted my own juices on my lips.

"Fuck me, lover," I panted, twisting my hips as best I could to get the maximum amount of friction on my clit. "Drive me deep! Fuck me, Steve! Fuck me hard, Stevie!"

Spurred on by my words, Steve rocked his hips with incredible speed, sending me skyward into a shattering explosion of cuntjuice. His tongue had done such an excellent job on my clit that it didn't take long at all for his cock to push me over the edge into the abyss of sexual gratification.

When my climax finished, Steve jerked his prick from my wet cunt and gave me another mischievous smile.

"What are you going to do, Stevie? Come on, baby, give me your cum somewhere! Anywhere!" I begged.

"There's something I've never done before and, with a set of tits like yours, I've finally got the chance." Steve slid up my body once again, tugging my T-shirt a little further down my stomach, and rubbed his cock between my jugs. It dripped with my juices, making my firm, pliable titflesh glisten in the early morning sunlight.

"I've never gotten off by titty-fucking a girl before," Steve said, tweaking my nipples. "You, my love, are the first whore I've found with tits big enough to get the job done right?"

He pushed my tits together and speared his prick between the heaving mounds. I stuck my tongue out and just caught the tip of his cock as he paused near my face.

"Amber, you're a slut," he said, moving his cock between my cushy pillows. "I'm going to blow my wad all over your tits and face and you're going to love every minute of it. Tell me! Tell me you want my cum on your skin!"

"Please give it to me," I begged, raking Steve's cockhead with my tongue whenever I got the chance. "I want to feel it against my warm skin, all sticky and gooey! I want your cum on my face! Do it to me, Stevie! Make sue do what you want!"

I stared at the purple tip as it appeared and disappeared between my boobs. It throbbed massively, turning a darker shade of color, with each thrust through my titflesh.

"I'm cumming! You cheap slut, I'm cumming!" As Steve's cock seesawed between my jugs, I opened my mouth in anticipation. Then the first spurting jet of cream erupted from the cockhead, arching through the air and making a long, white line from my forehead, along the bridge of my nose, over my lips and finally over my neck. A second explosion, slightly weaker than the first, landed right in my open mouth. I gobbled it down quickly and prepared for more of his sweet, delicious spunk.

I almost cried when the rest of Steve's jism fell short of my mouth. He deposited his cum on my neck and tits, then leaned forward to let me suck the very last drop of cream from his prick. Finally, he got off the bed and stared at me, his cock red and satisfied.

"That was the craziest experience I've ever had in bed with a woman," he said, fingering his dick. "I don't know what came over me. I really don't. Fuck, you're the sexiest woman in the whole world."

I listened to him without saying anything, too intent on licking the cum from my lips and cherishing it before gulping it down. When Steve untied my ankles, I just stayed there, legs spread wide and cunt exposed, hoping that maybe he would want another round with me.

"Roll over," he said. "Let me untie your hands."

"Stevie, that was crazy far me, too," I said, trying to work some blood back into my numb hands. "I loved it, I really did. When you've got a husband who's so timid he can't make a decent pass at his own wife, you begin to appreciate a man who knows what he wants and gets it."

I picked up my torn panties from the floor and handed them to Steve. "Keep these as a little reminder of what happened here this morning."

My T-shirt was stretched all out of shape, and my hair was a complete mess. My twat was matted with juice and I felt like I needed a shower badly. For some reason I didn't wipe off the cum on my face and tits, I wanted to keep it there as long as possible.

"Maybe we can do this again some time," I said, turning to Steve. "But don't expect me to make the first move. I have to do that with my husband so I don't want to do it with my lover. If you want me, throw me down and take me. Make me do whatever you want. That's the way I like it. I don't want a pantywaist for a lover."

I opened the door to the hallway slowly and checked to make sure no one else was around, then dashed into my apartment. If I showered quickly, I could make it to the store and then to the hospital without being late.

I got to the hospital just as my shift was starting. I felt absolutely devilish, wearing a garter belt and white hose with panties over the belt. If I needed to take off my panties – as I hoped I would – I wouldn't have to fight with the rest of my clothing. Also, with my new bra having the hook between the cups, I could simply unbutton the front of my uniform, unfasten my bra, and give my lover the twin moons without any problem. God, I was horny as a nymphomaniac!

I did my initial rounds quickly, spending enough time with each patient to determine whether or not I wanted to get fucked before moving on. When none of the patients really interested me, I went straight to my shift supervisor.

"I'm not feeling very well," I told the head nurse, a portly old lady with a heart of gold.

"That's okay, Amber, you can go home. It's not very busy today."

"No, I don't need to go home. I just want to lie down for an hour, or so. Will you see that no one disturbs me? I'm going to stay in room 343. It's vacant now."

"Sure I will," she said, smiling kindly. "If there's anything I can get for you, just let me know."

"I will," I replied, then quickly kissed her on the cheek. "I owe you a favor."

Just as I was about to step in 343 I saw a young orderly out of the corner of my eye. Immediately my cunthairs began to tingle, telling me silently what I craved for.

"Excuse me," I said, motioning with my finger for the orderly to come closer. He was about my age with wire-framed glasses, a hawkish nose, darting eyes and an intelligent air about him. I guessed him to be a college student, working afternoons to pay for his tuition.

"Something I can help you with?" he asked in a bored tone.

"Will you please go find Dr. Dean and ask him to come to this room? I'm not feeling well."

"Which one? The Chief Surgeon?" His eyes took mine in, then danced over my cleavage quickly. He tried to act bored but behind those intelligent eyes I could see he wanted to feast on my body.

"No, his son. Can you get him for me?" The orderly agreed to do me the favor and walked away. I went into the single room and stretched out on the clean, starched sheet. Face down, I closed my eyes and imagined Bruce's lean, agile body thrashing over mine as his long, hard dick plowed into my twat. Just thinking about it made my pussy moist. My mouth salivated as I thought about sucking on Bruce's cock.

There was a soft knock on the door and I beckoned for whoever it was to come in, fighting down a smile. My cunt was just moments away from getting what it needed!

"Ma'am, Dr. Dean is busy at the moment," the orderly said, shattering my dreams. "He said to tell you he'll be here in a half hour, maybe a bit more. Is there anything I can do for you?"

I cursed under my breath. My nipples were hard, little nubs, pressed flat under my weight. Would this freaky intellectual orderly be able to make my wait for Bruce be less painful?