Kathy Andrews - Hot, naughty nurse

Tongue rolling around the man's cock, she knew he was approaching the limits of his iron control. She could feel his cock expanding with excited blood pumping into his boner harder and harder. Her licking made his cock so stiff, she knew it had to be painful to the man.

If he didn't get off, he'd get a real set of blue balls.

She toyed with the idea of stopping, of not carrying through with the blow-job. Again, her own wanton desires betrayed her. She wanted to taste his come. She had to get him off to do that.

"I'm real close to the edge," he said. "Damn close. Oooooh, that suckin' mouth of yours is driving me crazy!"

His hips shot forward, stuffing his prick into her face. He was out of control now. He couldn't stop himself from face-fucking her.

She didn't care. She loved it. The feel of his prick sailing into her mouth, past her soft lips, across her tongue, all of it was super for her. She kept up a steady, intense suction on the tip of his prick so that he would not slip free from her mouth.

Her tongue was pressed into the end of his cock when she felt the pin-prick hole expanding. His climax wasn't far behind.

But again he robbed her, humiliated her. He jerked his cock from her mouth before the first tide of fiery jism erupted.

He came in her face. The white cum mixed with the shit already there into a smelly, hideous slime. It began dribbling across her forehead and down her cheeks.

She felt her own tears adding to the flood on her face. She hated the man. She was sorry she hadn't taken the opportunity and bitten his balls off. But that was water under the bridge. She'd had her chance and missed it. But there would be other times.

"God, it feels good after being up all this time. You've got a real hot mouth. Almost as hot as your asshole and cunt."

He cut the adhesive tape binding her wrists, then commented, "I really should dock your pay for being out of uniform. And so unsanitary, too. That hair is a mess. Best shape up, Miss Martin."

She was so angry, words wouldn't come. The nurse watched him leave the examining room, singing a tuneless song.

Rubbing her wrists produced tiny needles jabbing into her flesh as the circulation slowly returned. Nancy looked around and found her discarded uniform. It was almost in tatters. Dr McPhearson hadn't been gentle when he tore it off her. The buttons were all around the floor and the remnants of the uniform certainly weren't up to office wear.

The patients would certainly wonder what was going on if she tried to wear what the doctor had left behind for her.

She clutched the rags to her body and hastily left through the back door so no one would see her. Nancy didn't have the nerve to face Dr. Preston with what had happened. She knew Dan and Dr. McPhearson were old friends. Dan might not believe his good buddy had done this to her.

And if he did believe it, he might think she'd provoked the man.

Also, she needed some time to think. The nurse had trouble with the simple fact that she'd actually enjoyed the horrible things he'd done to her. Just being tied naked to the examining table had been a turn on for her. She couldn't fully understand what the big thrill was for her.

She shook her head, disarrayed hair flying in a thousand directions to make a brown halo around her head. She ran a hand through her once lustrous hair and found it partially caked and matted with her own shit and the doctor's drying cum.

That she didn't dig at all. But being tied up before he'd made her beg for his cock, that had been fun!

Luckily, she had a spare uniform in the car. It was dirty and had been destined for the laundry, but better to show up in a dirty outfit than one in which all the buttons had been torn off.

She looked down and saw her tits brazenly thrusting out through the ripped material. Smiling a little, she wondered how many of the patients would suddenly develop new ills just to make another appointment. She could be one hell of a drawing card for the two doctors, as if they really needed the business.

Looking around assured her no one was in the area. In the backseat of her small foreign car, she changed uniforms. For a while, she felt like a teenager again. Getting dressed in the back seat of her car was like fucking at a drive-in movie hard to do gracefully.

Still, she managed to change and went back into the office. The thought of facing Dr. McPhearson wasn't a nice one. Her mind worked on things she could do to him to get even. Biting his cock off would have been a nasty thing to do, but it wasn't quite the punishment she wanted to give him.

For the defilement he'd dished out to her, he surely deserved something special.

"That's all for the day, Marv. Why don't you buzz off and let me finish up around here? Won't take me too long," Dan was telling his partner. Nancy hesitated until she heard the raping doctor leave.

Then she went into Dan's office and confronted him. She had to find out why she felt the way she did.

He looked up, saying, "God, you look a fright. It doesn't took as if you've changed uniforms in a month. And you looked so fresh this morning. What happened?"

"Dr. McPhearson's left for the day, hasn't he, Dan?"

"Yeah. He's got surgery early in the morning. What's that got to do with anything?"

She decided to put her cards on the table and tell him at least tell him part of it.

"So then he raped me. He tied me down to the examining table with adhesive tape and then he raped me."

"Just like that?"

"No, Dan, not just like that. He raped me up the cunt, then screwed me up the asshole and finished off making me suck him off. I tried to get some of the shit and jism out of my hair. That's what makes it look so tacky at the moment."

"I can't believe it, Nancy. Really. I've known Marv for a long time and he doesn't have to get his kicks doing things like this. Hell, I've seen him go into a party and home in on the foxiest chick there. And she really dug it, too. He's a handsome man."

"Yes," she reluctantly admitted. "And I enjoyed part of what he did to me."

"What? Come off it, you couldn't have. Not if he raped you."

"I enjoyed the part about being tied up and feeling so damned helpless. I couldn't escape him. I couldn't move! And I loved the way it made me come alive. My cunt was all watery and…"

"And you're afraid this is something evil, huh?"

"Something like that." She perched her ass on the edge of his desk, but for the first time, she couldn't look him in the eyes. For some reason, this conversation was embarrassing to her. She had to admit she enjoyed the humiliation dished out to her by Dr. McPhearson.

"It's not too unusual. Really, Nancy. As long as nobody's hurt by your little fantasy, why worry about it?"

"I shouldn't have enjoyed it."

"The fucking or the part about getting tied up!"

"Both. Neither. I don't know."

"Okay, let me explain a little about fantasy. We all have them. I have some dandies of my own. I enjoy the thought of maybe fucking a lovely French actress. And the thought of tying her up and then fucking her makes it even bigger a turn on for me. I don't know why and it doesn't matter. It's all the way my head's wired up."

"So if I like being tied up, that's normal?"

"Sure. Simply because no one can define what's normal and what isn't. I say, as long as you're not hurting anyone or forcing them to do something they aren't into, great! Do it!"

She thought about that for a moment. She had been forced to submit to Dr. McPhearson. She knew that was wrong but if she gained a little insight into herself because of the experience, it might be worth it in the long run.

"I'll tell you another of my pet fantasies. I love the idea of a woman dancing, in dim light, slowly taking off her clothes until she is wearing nothing but a garter belt and her stockings. Then I fuck her."