Kathy Andrews - Hot, naughty nurse

He seemed to read her mind. Without saying a word, he ran down his zipper and let his prick flip out into the cool air.

"You like what you see? You want to check it out for me?"

The tip of her tongue traced a long, slow path around her lips. Her breath was coming faster and her tits rose and fell rapidly now.

"I like what I see a lot!"

"So why don't you suck on it? I think we'd both enjoy that, don't you?"

"Yeah, sure." Her voice was anything but enthusiastic. She couldn't explain the way she felt. Sure, she wanted to give head to this stud. His cock was huge. But there was something inside holding her back. She might enjoy it, but it wouldn't be the carefree enjoyment she used to get out of giving a guy a blowjob.

Something was lacking. And she knew exactly what it was.

"Would you tie me up first? You know, take some tape or your belt and then make me suck you off?"

He looked at her, then slowly smiled. His teeth appeared through the thin lips as he said, "It'd be a pleasure. Will we be disturbed? I'd hate like hell to have the doc come in on us."

"It's okay. Just turn the little sign on the door to 'Do Not Disturb' and they won't bother us. Office rules, master."

He smiled even more broadly as he fixed the sign insuring their privacy. Turning back to her, he said, "I don't think I want a bitch like you sucking on my cock. You sure deserve to be fucked like a bitch in heat, though. On your hands and knees, slut!"

"NO! I won't do such a horrible thing! And you can't make me do it, either."

Her voice said one thing, her body another. A thrill of delight surged into her cunt when he told her what he was going to do to her. She wanted him fucking her like that. And she wanted it with her hands bound, to be completely helpless!

Helpless and fucked by this masterful man was all that mattered to the nurse now.

"Slut! How dare you deny me my pleasure!" He made a grab for her and missed. She'd stepped back just far enough for him to miss. But not so far that he couldn't reach her the second time he tried.

"Got you!" he panted, his eyes shining as brightly as hers. "And this time you'll pay for spurning me like you did."

He began stripping the uniform off her. She struggled a little but not too much. She didn't want him ripping her clothing off. She had to replace one uniform already this week. Two would wreck her budget entirely. She wanted to enjoy this to the utmost without having to worry about the consequences.

She hastily stepped out of the uniform as it crinkled and rustled down her body to the floor. She stood proudly, defiantly, before the man, clad only in her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. His cock gave a large, shuddery twitch and looked as if it would start turning cartwheels at any second.

He obviously enjoyed what he saw.

His hands moved across the smooth plain of her belly, the flesh flowing under his fingers like silk.

"Damn, so pretty! But you're going to be punished. You have to be. You didn't want my cock. You didn't beg me for it. Beg, slut, beg for my cock and I may not punish you."

"No!"

His fingers dug into her soft, yielding flesh with cruel intent. She gasped. But she knew he was going to do everything to her she so desperately wanted. This was a real man, a man to whom she could be a real woman.

"So, you still deny my lusts!" He ripped her panties off with one brutal motion.

She cringed as the pain shot into her waist. He hadn't bothered to slip the elastic band down over her ass. Simply ripping the cloth away left a red welt around her body. But the pain honed her nerves and got her entire body ready for the fucking to come.

It made her completely aware of every nerve in her cunt, in her pussy lips, in her already throbbing clit. She was more alive now than she could ever remember being in the past.

To be fucked while she was tied up, that was a big turn on!

His hands pushed her to her knees. Already, the cunt juices oozing down her inner thigh tickled and stimulated her. With her face just inches from the man's prick, she knew what she had to do. She reached put greedily and grabbed his cock.

Before she could stuff it into her face, he coldly informed her: "No! You had your chance. You turned me down. You'll have to really beg for my lovely prick now if you want it. Beg, cunt, beg!"

She looked up into the man's gleaming eyes. He was almost smiling almost. He didn't ruin the mood by actually getting out of character. She could believe he meant every word. And it excited her all the more.

"Please, master, please! I want it! I want to suck on your cock. It's so huge! I want to feel it between my lips, cracking my jaws! God, it's big!"

She licked out and ran her tongue along the underside of his prick. For a moment, she thought he was going to give in and let her suck him off. Then he took a quick step backward and deprived her of his prick.

"I said you'd have to beg. Really beg, dammit! That wasn't good enough!"

He grabbed her and spun her around. The weight of his body bore her to the floor. She was on hands and knees now, his bulk pressing into her back. She thought he meant to ride her like a horse.

That wasn't the way her cunt wanted to be ridden. She wanted a long, hot prick drilling deep up her pussy, fucking the very hell out of her.

The nurse wasn't disappointed in the man. He wasn't simply sitting and doing nothing. He'd gabbed a roll of gauze and yanked off a long piece. As she opened her mouth to complain, he gagged her.

She bit down hard on the gauze and found all she could do was mumble around it. He'd finally tied it behind her head. She could reach back and undo it. Gagging slightly, that was what she tried to do.

And immediately found her wrist captured by his meaty hand. Her other wrist was scooped up and bent at a cruel angle behind her back. She had to support her entire weight on the side of her face. If she hadn't done that, her face would have been ground into the floor.

The loops of gauze effectively bound her hands behind her back. With her knees under her, this shoved her ass far up into the air. For a long heartbeat, she hoped the man would fuck her up the ass. To have that monstrous prick of his ramming into her asshole, surging all the way up into her guts, would be sheer torture.

And she'd love every second of it.

"So you're not begging me any more, huh?" he said. "I think I'll have to punish you."

In the kneeling position, she couldn't move. Her knees were pressed down under her weight. Her tits were shoved against her legs. In a way, she was getting turned on by rubbing her nipples across her legs. But the pressure on her belly was almost too much to bear.

She grunted, trying to make him aware of her needs. He only laughed at her. She realized then how completely she was at his mercy. He had only to command and she would have to do. If she didn't do exactly what he wanted as fast as he desired?

A shiver raced up her spine at the thought. She was a prisoner. A sex prisoner. And he was going to do whatever he wanted to her.

If he wanted to fuck her up the ass, he could. He could butt-fuck her until she collapsed and there was nothing she could do about it. With the gauze gag in her mouth, she couldn't even cry out in rage.

Or if he was really mad at her, he could beat, her. There was still his wide leather belt hanging in the loops of his trousers. If he pulled that out and began laying it across her snowy white ass, he could raise welts that would take weeks and weeks to go away. He would leave her bruised and aching.

And helpless.

Her mind kept coming back to her position on the floor, how she was bound and gagged and unable to prevent the man from doing anything he wanted to her.

She loved it. The uncertainty, the masterfulness of the man. He was in command. There was no question in her mind about that. He was the dominant one, she the submissive one.