Donna Allen: Three-way nurse

"Sorry, can't hear you," Brad said. He enjoyed the spectacle of Head Nurse Biddle pleading for his hard cock.

"Please!" she groaned.

He rose up slowly from her sopping cunt and stood over her. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly halfway.

"What was that you wanted?"

"Your cock, you bastard!" She lunged forward and made a grab for his fly, but he backed off out of her reach. He stood there with his hands on his hips and looked down at her. Her hair was a mess. Her heaving tits strained against the fabric of her uniform. Her skirt was up over her waist. Her eyes were smoky with frustration and her meaty wet cunt dripped like a fountain.

Unzipping his fly all the way, he eased out his thick, hard cock. "Is this what you want?"

Her eyes lit up. She gazed at his heavily veined, meaty cock sticking out of his pants. A drop of pre cum glistened on his fat, pink cock-head. She lurched forward off the couch and knelt in front of him with her lips just an inch away from his bloated cock-head. Her tongue snaked out between her lips and swirled lightly over his cock-knob.

Taking hold of his cock, Brad slapped it playfully against the side of her face. "You want it bad enough to eat, Angie?"

"Please!" she said. Her fingers curled around his cock-shaft and brought his cockhead in front of her mouth again.

With a short laugh, Brad stepped back. "Not yet," he said. "Take off the uniform."

She hurriedly obeyed. A moment later, she had the uniform off and tossed away. He ogled her huge tits bulging out of her bra.

"Take that damned thing off!" he growled. "Let's have a look at your tits!"

When her bra came off, he whistled at the sight of the drooping melons of her tits. Her enormous juicy nipples made his cock throb.

When her fingers moved to ungarter her stocking, he stopped her. "Leave them on," he said. "They make you look whorish. You like looking whorish don't you, Angie?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

She lay down at his feet and looked up at him with imploring eyes. His cock-head quivered and a gob of pre-cum dropped off his prick-tip to land on her belly. Mewling with delight, she rubbed the sticky fluid into her skin.

He removed his clothes, stripping everything off until he was naked. Crouching down, he straddled her chest and eased his weight down slowly so that his cock nestled in the valley between her huge tits.

"Jim going to fuck your tits," he said.

"Oh, yes!" she crooned. "Do it! Fuck them hard!"

But he began gently. He eased his cock-meat through the deep crease between her tits. He felt the soft flesh of her chest against his hairy balls. As he humped her tits, his hands pinched her fat nipples until they were hard.

She pulled his ass against her body, but he held back. He knew what she wanted. It was in her eyes, in the way she looked at him. Cunts like this enjoyed being abused – and there were very few things that Brad enjoyed more than abusing them! He would keep her primed up tight, keep her bursting with hot passion, but he wouldn't pull, the string until he was good and ready. Not until she was a frothing, mad tigress, begging him on her hands and knees for a taste of his big, red cock-meat. Then he'd give it to her – and give it to her good!

Her eyes flashed wildly as she watched his cock surging back and forth between her tits. Her mouth quivered with passion. Her flips heaved up and down under his weight. He could feel her thighs straining and flexing as she tried to bring an orgasm out of her body. He knew she wouldn't have a climax until he rammed his cock deep into her steaming cunt. Head Nurse Angie Biddle might favor pussy most of the time, but at the moment she was cock-happy. Before they were through, he'd find some way to scare the shit out of her so she'd, never bother Christie again.

"Oh, God, please!" she moaned. "Easy, baby," he said.

He found himself excited by the sight of her full, pouting mouth begging for his cock. He could feel her hot body melting under him. He could smell the musty odor of her frothing cunt. He pressed his weight down on her chest and began to move more vigorously.

Hot cum was beginning to rise in his balls as they slapped down on her heaving tits. He was ready to give her a taste – just a taste. Taking aim, he let go and shot his load right into her face. The ropy juice splattered against her forehead, just above the eyes, and dripped down over her nose and cheeks. The sight of his cock-cream dripping down her face brought up another gob of gism from his throbbing cock.

Each time he shot off, her tongue extended out of her mouth to slurp up his thick cum. He sprayed her with cock-juice until there was nothing left in his balls. She licked up his sticky cock-cream with her pink tongue. He ran his fingers over her face. He smeared his jism over her lips and chin. She lapped up his sperm like a starved kitten.

Reaching under him, she caressed his cock as though afraid it would go soft on her before she had a chance to stuff it into her steaming cunt. Brad knew he was good for at least another load. He moved forward on her chest until his cock was within reach of her jism coated mouth.

"Fuck me!" she pleaded.

"Don't worry," he said. "There's time enough for that. Right now, you just suck on it and keep it happy."

Her mouth opened to take in his throbbing fuck-meat. She obviously knew how to use her tongue, and he wondered where she'd learned it. He'd once heard, that the best cock-suckers were lesbians. He had no idea whether it was true, but Angie Biddle certainly seemed to know what she was doing. He felt another load of cock-cream beginning to build up inside his balls. He moved his hand behind him and massaged her meaty cunt. She mewled and sucked his cock more vigorously.

"You're a good cock-sucker," he said.

He rocked his hips back and forth to the rhythm of her sucking. His cock made a delicious slurping sound as it pumped in and out of her wet mouth. Her hand tickled his hairy balls. She was an expert. She kept her lips curled over her teeth to avoid scraping him. She was able to take his cock-head to the back of her throat without gagging.

"Me you ready for another load, Angie?" She nodded her head up and down, answering with her eyes.

He sneered. "You like the taste of hot jism, don't you? I bet you can drink quarts of it, you cunt."

She squeezed his cock with her lips. Her hand slid up from his balls and stroked his wet cock-shaft each time it pulled out of her clinging mouth. He could see the anticipation in her eyes – she wanted a fresh load of sperm pouring down her throat!

"You're ready now, aren't you, baby?" he said. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back and forth to make her speed up the rhythm of her sucking. He was hurting her, but he knew she loved it. As the pain and pleasure clouded over her eyes, he thrust his throbbing cock deep down her throat and came.

Spurt after spurt of hot jism streamed into the cavern of her eager mouth. He kept his cock moving until he'd flooded her, until she panted and gagged for breath. Then, when she seemed about to choke on his cum, he withdrew his rampant cock out of her dripping mouth.

He smiled down at her. "Good stuff, isn't it?"

She forced a smile in return and wiped her drooling mouth with the back of her hand. He rose up and left her there. His cock was now half-hard and dangling. He knew she would do anything for him, now.

"Get up on your hands and knees," he said. "Crawl around for me."

She began crawling around the office on her hands and knees. Her heavy tits hung down to graze the carpet with her swollen nipples. Her fat white ass, looked enormous. He could see the bulge of dark cunt-hair protruding from between her legs.

He pumped his cock until he had it good and hard again. Crouching down behind her, he rammed his cock into her dripping cunt with a single smooth stroke.