Mark Carver - The nurse_s hot itch

"There are only two answers to your problem," Dr. Benson said solemnly. "Either you keep up your desperate search, or you learn to live with it. I strongly suggest you learn to live with it because…"

"No!" The girl across from him flushed with anger. "No," she said more calmly. She took a deep shaking breath so that her lush tits rose high beneath her blouse. "I've lived with it for two years and it's been pure hell. I'm entitled to a healthy sex life just like anyone else, dammit." Her lustrous dark eyes blazed on him with anger and fierce determination. "I'll do anything – give anything to be cured. Understand?"

Benson nodded, outwardly calm. But inside a hot excitement rippled in his blood, causing his long cock to pound eagerly in his pants. Silently, he studied the girl.

Her long shimmering black hair framed a soft, glowing face with wide eyes and full, sensuous lips. She wasn't beautiful, but pretty in a very sexy way, especially her ripe mouth. Just studying the contours of that lush mouth could give a man a fierce hard-on. It had all the promise of a wild, fantastic blowjob, causing Benson to squirm hotly in his seat.

But if her face missed being beautiful, her body sure as hell didn't. She had proud, luscious tits and fully-rounded hips and long, silken legs that she nervously crossed and re-crossed as she sat across his desk.

Benson was only thirty-five, young for a psychologist with such a big practice. Because his practice was in a small town, he knew the intimate details of a great many people's lives, but he'd never run across a problem even faintly like this one. And even though he lavished advice with a heavy hand on his patients, a lot of it sexual, he wasn't without his own problems. The hot-eyed girl smoking nervously in front of him, her eyes smoldering with deep sex-frustration, reminded him only too sharply of his own problem.

Outwardly he had everything, a thriving practice, a beautiful wife and two healthy kids, a prominent standing in the community. Inwardly, he was hopping up and down frantically with the most anxious hard-on in town. The girl he'd been lustfully screwing on the side for the past year, a ripe, passionate secretary who never got enough of anything, much less frenzied fucking, had just gotten married to a tractor salesman and moved out of town. With luck, she'd be faithful to him for a whole week.

Benson was now high and dry, stuck with his own wife, who was as bored as he was with the same old sex-grind. Her cunt, once so hot and tight and exciting, had become loose and uninspired. Her mouth had become dry and lifeless on his long prick, and she'd begun to complain loudly whenever he wanted to ravage her fat-cheeked ass. In turn, his huge rod had become mechanical and impatient in her limp pussy. Thirteen years of marriage and a good deal of screwing around on the side could do that. She was currently fucking a stockbroker and a plumber, Benson knew. You'd think the bitch could at least get some hot tips on the market or have the dripping bathroom faucet fixed free, he thought bitterly.

"Can you help me?" the girl pleaded. Her fingers shook as she stubbed out her cigarette. "Can you?"

"I can try, Carol," he said in his best gentle tone. "You say you've already been to a dozen psychiatrists and a number of specialists, and they failed. But I'll try, yes."

Her eyes bored into his, glowing. "Now? Right now?"

Benson's prick leaped eagerly in his pants. Desperate for a solution, the gorgeous nurse had already told him she'd be willing to trying anything. In fact, the reason she'd just moved to this obscure hick-town was because she'd been fired from her last three jobs in Los Angeles hospitals. For screwing almost every doctor, intern and healthy patient in sight.

"How about it?" Carol panted, licking her lips. "Well?"

The psychologist hesitated, his face flushed. Goddamnit, he'd long ago made it a stem rule never to screw around with his patients. Not out of ethical reasons – Benson was far too horny to be noble. It was his fear of a malpractice suit, and eagerly passionate women like Carol had stripped bank accounts and licenses from more than one unsuspecting doctor.

But she knew. She was a nurse. "You can trust me," she whispered fervently. "All I want is that one time. Just once. If it happens just once, I could at least die happy. Please?"

Now how in the hell could he refuse a patient in distress? The last of his hesitation crumbled when he saw the tears in her eyes. He stood up.

"Okay," he said hoarsely. He turned around and closed the venetian blinds on his office window. He watched her begin stripping as he pressed the button on his intercom.

"Miss Jenkins, I'll be another thirty minutes. The next patient can either cancel or wait."

"Yessir," the speaker crackled.

The young doctor sucked in his breath as she slipped off her bra. Her creamy tits sprang forth, their dusky nipples fat with desire. He began stripping himself, realizing she wasn't intent on a quickie. Not in her frenzied condition.

She slipped her panties off to reveal her thick dark fringe of cunt-hairs. Her inner thighs were satiny smooth, already moist with her eagerness. When he took off his drawers, she made a low moan of impatience, licking her lips. His huge rod was exciting her to the point where she was panting. Hell, she ought to know a good one when she saw one, Benson thought dryly. She'd seen and screwed enough of them in the past two years, ever since that bizarre…

There was a black chaise lounge in his office and Carol wasted no time in sitting on its edge, her luscious ass-cheeks squirming. Her shining eyes never left his long red prick as he approached her. A tiny drop of cream oozed from his knob.

"Do you want a blowjob first?" she asked eagerly.

"You're a mind-reader," Benson said hoarsely.

The moment he got within arm's reach Carol had grasped his throbbing cock in her fingers, pulling him close. He stood between her widespread thighs and the raven-haired nurse parted her ripe lips and snaked out her wet pink tongue, lapping up the drop of jism. Then with a deep groan she seized as much of his cock as she could get in her mouth and began sucking with slow, lascivious strokes.

"Oh Jesus, that's good," Benson gasped, cupping her head in his hands and swinging his hips in gentle fucking motions. "Oh, shit, that's wild, Carol! Mmmmm, mmmm! I'll get my – ah – rocks off too fast if you keep this – ungh! – uh, honey!"

Carol slowed down, nibbling gently on his hot meat for a couple of minutes. Her mind whirled with intense curiosity and her dripping cunt began its familiar torment. Would he be the one after all these insanely frustrating years? She'd sucked off so many men by now in so many different places she could only hope frantically. In the linen closets of hospitals, in empty operating rooms, on tables of deserted cafeterias at night, even in dark parking lots she'd whipped her mouth back and forth obscenely, drinking in theft molten jism in great gulps. She'd become a fantastic expert on cocksucking, not because she'd wanted to but because she had to…

"Oh, shit, WILD!" Benson gasped when she suddenly ripped her sharp teeth very gently along the pulsing surface of his big cock. Every time his prick hovered and swelled, ready to spurt its load, she slowed down deliberately. Now she'd slipped his rod out of her hot mouth completely and was lifting it in her fist so she could kiss and suck on his balls, sending sharp tingles of pleasure through his loins.

How many pricks have I sucked off like this, hoping he could be the one? Carol thought with a tinge of despair. She was firing her own lust in the act, until her juicy cunt was throbbing powerfully, aching for his boiling meat. But no. This was a necessary part of the process. She'd learned once they rammed into her tight, fiery pussy even the best of them were ready to shoot off in two or three minutes. She always blew them first to take the edge off their urgency, to prolong her own thrills – and the nightmare that always followed. Because if they came too quickly, any hope she had of finding the right one would be shattered.