Don Scott - The hottest wife

A surgeon's hands are his tools, and Bruce certainly knew how to use his. He slipped over to one side and unbuttoned my uniform in a flash. Next the bra was undone, baring my big tits to his warm, practiced fingers. Bruce tugged on my nipples for a moment, then bent down and took one between his lips. The sudden warm, wet sensation on my nipples caused my whole body to quiver in anticipation.

"I'm so hot for you, Bruce. Give it to me! Damn it, lover, I need to feel you in me!"

Bruce peeled my bikini panties down my nylon clad legs, then pulled frantically at his zipper. When his long, thick cock sprung out from his pants, I pulled at his belt, wanting to feel his warm crotch against mine rather than just his zipper. There was some more fumbling around, but finally his pants were down to his knees. My uniform was bunched around my stomach, my dewy blonde pussy bared for his gaze. Bruce leaned back on his thighs to eye my snatch and I sat up, shoulders near my knees, and grabbed the straining prick. I took his cock deeply in my mouth, tasting the cream that trickled out as I got it wet. Finally, when his prick was suitably moistened, I fell back on the bed and kicked my heels up on Bruce's shoulders.

"Here it comes, baby," Bruce hissed, leaning over me. I reached down and aimed his hard prick at my juicy cunt and he inserted it full-length on the first stroke. My cuntlips pushed inward, molding around the blood-engorged cock as it stabbed deep in my fuck hole.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Do it to me you bastard!" I hissed, throwing my head from side to side.

Bruce held himself up with his hands as his rocking torso drove his rigid cock deep in me. His hot cock throbbed in the warmth of my pussy each time he ground his crotch against mine. I tweaked the distended nipple, pulling them, before taking a handful of the firm, jiggling flesh in my hands to squeeze.

My ass was tilted upward, meeting Bruce's charging thrusts. In and out his prick worked, tirelessly driving me into a heavenly sense of happiness. I reached up and took Bruce's face in my hands, caressing his cheeks.

"You're so good," I purred. "You'll fuck me straight into heaven!"

"W-warm," Bruce hissed through clenched teeth. "Your cunt is so wet and warm. Hot. Ohhhhhhhhh!"

Bruce's large nuts flopped crazily against my tight ass each time he plunged into my sloppy pussy. I worked my bottom a little to one side, increasing the friction against my burning clit. Apparently realizing what I wanted, Bruce picked my ankle off one shoulder and put it with my other ankle, causing my pussy to clamp down harder on his cock. My knees mashed my tits as his invading prick slammed home with determination.

"I'm almost there," he said, thrashing over me. "Arrrrrggggghhhhh!" I groaned, feeling my stomach begin a series of convulsions.

Bruce picked my leg up again and pulled it over his head, then pushed my legs down to his waist. I hooked my ankles together around him as his heaving chest mashed down on my wiggling tits. I clawed at Bruce's back as his balls flooded my cunt with spunk. Feeling his cum spurting inside my pussy set me off, too. I squirmed beneath him, arching my back up to bury his prick even deeper in my snatch.

We thrashed on the bed, straining to get as much satisfaction from each ether's body as possible. Our lips mashed together, the kiss never stopping until the tempest had subsided.

"My sweet lover," I said, finally breaking the kiss. "You were fantastic, lover. Just fantastic."

"You don't know how long I've wanted to fuck you," Bruce said, kissing me on the eyes and forehead. "Jesus, since our meeting in the laundry room I couldn't get you out of my mind."

Bruce gently worked his cock in and out of my sloppy twat a couple more times, then pulled it out and rolled off me. His shrinking cock was coated with his jism and my oil.

"Please," I said, touching his face. "Let me clean it with my mouth I want to taste our juices."

Bruce got off the bed and moved in front of me, the same way the orderly had done earlier. I took the cock in my hand and guided it to my moist lips. The mixture of cum and cuntjuice was exciting, but I was so completely fucked that I couldn't even imagine asking Bruce if he was ready for round number two.

Once the prick was clean, except for the slight coat of saliva on it, Bruce pulled his pants up and left me alone in the room. I stayed there for another fifteen minutes, basking in the warm afterglow of my orgasm.

For the rest of the day I behaved myself just as Jeff would want me to. I talked with the patients and made them laugh whenever possible. I didn't have the slightest urge to fuck any of them, though one or two of the male patients did register in my memory for a later date.

When I got home I prepared a delicious meal for Jeff, then we went to bed together and I slept soundly in his arms. Not once did I try to seduce him and, naturally, he didn't try anything with me. We had come to an unspoken truth – at least I had come to a truth about myself. I would live with Jeff as his wife and make love to him whenever he sought the comfort of my body. I would deny him nothing and force nothing. I would also deny myself nothing and get the good fucking and sucking I needed from other sources.

And so it was.

Jeff was out of the apartment by the time I get up. He had made fresh coffee for me and even left a little note saying that he was sorry he had yelled at me before and that he was glad I was acting in a "proper and dignified manner".

I couldn't help but smile when I read the note. My sweet husband may be considered an up-and-coming genius at the hospital, but he was considered a damn fool at home. Still, he meant no harm.

I opened the apartment door to get the morning newspaper and, as I was bending down to get it, Steve burst out of his apartment, knocking me back into mine.

"Charge!" he screamed, grabbing me by the arm. He was in his bathrobe, as before, only he had a fistful of neckties with him this time.

"Steve, stop it!" I shrieked, trying to regain my balance. He barged his way into the apartment and closed the door behind him. "I haven't got time for this kind of thing today!"

"So, we meet again, my sweet!" he said, a playful sparkle in his eyes. "I've come to kidnap you, take you to my place, then fuck the living shit right out of you." His eyes scanned down to my legs, then up my body again. I was dressed in my usual T-shirt and panties.

I burst into a giggle and twisted free from Bruce, dashing through the kitchen and into the living room with my wonderfully demanding lover at my heels. Steve made a lunge for me, missed, and ended up falling on the couch. I rushed into the bedroom and hopped up on the bed, waiting for him anxiously. When he appeared at the bedroom door, I started bouncing on the bed, my big tits wobbling as the nipples turned hard.

"It's the big, bad wolf! And look what a big cock he has!"

Steve's prick stuck out through the opening of his robe. I bounced on the bed, feeling my sensitive nipples rub against my T-shirt. When Steve leaped for me I made no attempt to get away. His strong arms wrapped around my waist and together we came crashing down on the bed. He rolled me onto my stomach and tied my hands behind my back, just as before. Though I fought him, I certainly didn't fight very hard.

"Help! Someone help me! Rape!" I giggled, not loud enough for anyone outside the apartment to hear. The last thing I wanted was for the police to come charging in and break this up.

Steve tied my ankles together, then used a third necktie to gag me.

"This way you won't be calling for help in the hallway," Steve said as he tied the gag tight. Grabbing me by the shoulders, he hoisted me into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, then flopped me over his shoulder and stood up. With my fanny in the air and my long blonde hair hanging down over my face, I couldn't do anything but let him take me to his apartment and, no doubt, fuck me into ecstasy once again.