Don Scott - The hottest wife

"Ah, well maybe. I've got kind of a sore back. Do you think you could give me a rub down?"

"Nothing to it," he said, standing beside the bed. His hands began squeezing the muscles on each side of my neck, then moved down to my shoulders. As my muscles were relaxing, a warm glow became noticeable in my snatch.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" I whispered. "That's really good. You've got really good hands." Opening my eyes, I got a pleasant surprise when I noticed that the bed was at crotch-level for my orderly.

His hands kneaded my muscles slowly, expertly, until he reached the small of my back. He started working his strong fingers up again and I whined softly.

"No, lower still," I whispered.

The orderly bent down, his face just inches from mine. I could smell his cologne and it drove me crazy with lust.

"Pardon me?" he said.

"I said you've got to keep going lower. Right down to my feet. I don't want you to miss a muscle."

He grabbed my tight asscheeks, one in each hand, and squeezed them while pressing me down harder on the bed. My cunt was really going insane now, seething with cunt-juice, preparing for my delicious fucking by Bruce. I purred like a kitten as the orderly squeezed my ass, then moved down to my thighs. I wanted him desperately to get forceful, commanding. I wanted him to shove his hands under my uniform and tear my panties off.

When the orderly got to my calves, I rolled onto my back and threw an arm over my eyes, not wanting him to see my eyes, which would surely give my plan away.

"Can you do the front, too?"

"No trouble," he said, his voice sounding a little strained.

He moved up to my thighs, but when he got to the hem of my uniform he didn't slide his hands under it, as I had hoped. I had to consciously keep from squirming around on the bed as he squeezed my thighs. Damn it, was this orderly going to be as meek as my husband?

The hands crept up my body, working momentarily on my stomach before inching higher. I assumed that the orderly would skip my tits and move up to my shoulders. How wrong I was! Taking my big tits, he squeezed them gently. His hands toyed with my pliable moons, the palms sliding over my nipples.

"I guess I'm a little tight myself," the orderly said, taking one hand off my boobs. "Right about here."

I heard him unzip his pants and I looked at his crotch. There was a massive tent below his belt as his turgid dong hardened beneath his pants. He fought with his clothing for a moment before his hard cock finally sprung free, pointing toward my face. The orderly gave my tit one last squeeze, then he hooked his hand around my head and pulled me to the edge of the bed, close enough to catch a whiff of his throbbing cock.

I took his prick by the base, testing its hardness with my fingers. His cock was like iron. There wasn't a bit of softness in it.

He placed his hands on my tits again, compressing them against my body. I licked my lips, wetting them for the orderly's benefit so he could see how much I wanted his cock. Taking a step closer to the bed, he put the hot tool firmly between my puckered lips. I scrubbed the big crown, licking the ridge that separates the knob from the shaft.

"Keee-rist! I haven't cum in weeks," the orderly hissed, unbuttoning my uniform. "I've got to put those God damn books down more often."

"Then give it to me," I said, smacking my lips on the drooling tip. "Shoot your cum in my mouth. I want to drink it."

He threw his hips at me again, burying his cock deep in my mouth. Releasing his shaft from my grip, the orderly wedged the rest of his throbbing prick in my mouth until the head was firmly embedded in my throat. I chewed on the base of his cock, thrusting my tongue along the side and out of my mouth to caress a little of his crinkled nutsac.

The orderly pulled my uniform open and unhooked my bra easily, just as I had planned. He tugged on my tender nipples. I felt his cock gave an extra quiver when he touched my naked boobs and I felt good about being able to give a bookworm so much pleasure.

As he withdrew his cock from my throat, I saw a faint red ring around the base of his tool. At first I thought my lips had been too demanding on his prick, then I realized it was just my lipstick. The sight of his fleshy organ sticking out the fly of his pants, aiming straight at me with the crown just parting my lips, turned me on even more. I moaned softly, watching his cock move toward me, feeling it rub over my lips, then jam down my throat. Finally, with all of it buried in the wet warmth of my mouth, I realized that I needed cocksucking just as much as I needed fucking. I craved cum in my mouth just as much as I craved having my clit tantalized until I thrashed around in orgasm.

"I'm sorry," the orderly said softly. "I'm not going to be able to hold off much longer." When he pulled back so just the drooling knob was in my mouth, I frisked my tongue over the tip, trying to fuck it into the little slit.

"Don't worry," I said, taking his cock in my hand and rubbing the slick head over my cheek as I spoke. "This doesn't have to be a marathon cocksucking session. Just give your jism to me and I'll be happy. We can get the job done right at another time." I kissed the head again, feeling the orderly stiffen even more. "Come on, give, it to me!"

It was as if I had pulled a switch and suddenly turned on a jerking, quivering machine. The orderly threw his hips back and forth, slamming his legs against the side of the bed as his hard cock pierced the red ring of my lips. I slurped on the cock, wetting it as much as possible with my saliva while squeezing tightly with my full lips.

The orderly grunted as his cockhead slammed at the back of my mouth. He squeezed my tits, pinching the nipples between his thumb and finger. His breathing came in gulps as he tried unsuccessfully to hold his spunk back just a little longer.

"Take it! Don't stop sucking, you cunt!" he hissed, his tool pistoning in my mouth.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned as his cum squirted in my mouth. My tongue worked overtime, stabbing at the cockhead that rubbed over it in short, determined, strokes.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" the orderly grunted as each blast of jism exploded out his lurching balls, through his cock and into my mouth.

I slurped on the cock as it slammed between my lips frantically. His cream, thick and rich, filled my mouth almost to overflowing. Finally, when his balls quit pumping out his jism, I released my grip on his cock and swallowed his cum. While I did this, a drop of cream oozed out the tip and I licked that off, then sucked his slimy cock clean.

"You'd better get out of here before Dr. Dean comes in," I said, looking up at the orderly. "We wouldn't want to get caught in this… er… position."

"Yeah, right," be stammered, gently tucking his prick back in his pants and zipping up.

I hooked my bra together and buttoned my uniform again. The strong aftertaste of cum in my mouth delighted me, a reminder of the cocksucking I had so enjoyed. Barely had I gotten comfortable again, dressed properly and a fresh coat of lipstick applied, when Bruce entered the room.

"Amber, what's wrong? They told me you were sick," he said, taking my hand in his. "Where does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, actually," I replied, giving his hands a little squeeze. "It's more like an itch. An itch that only your cock can get rid of."

Bruce flattened himself over me, his weight pressing my tits flat. His mouth crushed down on mine, our tongues feverishly tasting each other's juices. I clawed at his back, running my fingernails from his ass to his shoulders.

Bruce moved slightly and I opened my legs so he could get between them. I lifted my knees, trapping him between my legs as his crotch rubbed against mine. His hands were all over me, between our bodies to squeeze my compressed titties, down my side to fondle my thigh. While his hands roamed over my body, his hungry mouth never left mine.