Kathy Andrews: Hot, naughty nurse

"Who'd know, except for us?" He said, leering at his nurse. Dr. Marvin McPhearson made no effort to disguise his lust for the trim, sexy woman. She was a bit too old for him but he could put his principles aside.

Sure, she was over thirty, but it wasn't by much. Not more than a year or two and Nancy Martin looked as fit and lovely as any woman of twenty-five. He knew. He got a hard-on every time he looked at her.

Even the crisp, stark white outfit couldn't detract from Nancy's beauty. The glossy brown hair was pulled back in a cunning matter. Her red, red lips pouting at him made the man hard just thinking what it would be like having them pressed against his own lips. He bet she could kiss like a real bitch.

And to have those lips sucking his cock would be heaven.

"No, Dr. McPhearson, that's not part of my job. I'm a professional nurse, certainly not some hooker. Like you seem to think."

"I never said I'd pay you for it, baby. I figured the lay would do you a world of good. Chicks tell me I've got the biggest prick in town. Want to see it?"

"No, thank you," she said primly. "But I imagine that all those chicks are right about one thing."

"What's that, baby?"

"You're probably the biggest prick in town."

He turned a beet red and snarled, "You're fired. I don't have to take such insults from a wise-ass nurse."

She smiled sweetly and said, "Sorry, but you didn't hire me. Dr. Preston did. I work for him. You're just an annoyance for me around here."

"I'm responsible for half the work load in this office. I'm a better doctor than Preston is. What the hell do you see in him that you don't in me?" The man was still a fiery red in his anger.

"He's not the biggest prick in town," she said. "Your next patient, Dr. McPhearson." Opening the door, she waved in a middle-aged man and cut the doctor off before he could say anything more to her.

She felt a flush of triumph. She hated the man's guts and wouldn't mind seeing him run over by a freight train, yet she had to put up with him. He was right when he said he was a partner in this practice. Nancy didn't understand exactly how it was set up, but Marvin McPhearson and Daniel Preston split the considerable fees right down the middle.

The woman smoothed imaginary wrinkles from her starched white dress and went to Dr. Preston's office. If it wasn't for him, she would have left a long time, ago. But she loved him as much as she hated the other doctor.

Pausing before, the mirror, she patted her brown hair into place and made sure the faint red lip gloss she used was all right. She couldn't wear make up while on duty, but it didn't bother her. Not with her looks. The woman would have turned heads even if she wore a brown paper sack over her head.

Firm tits shoved against her white dress until it looked as if the fabric might rip. She liked wearing the dress unbuttoned a couple buttons down to reveal her substantial mounds of titflesh. But she always covered up when she had to deal with Dr. McPhearson. The man was like some rutting animal. All he ever thought of was fucking.

She'd rather fuck a pig.

Hands smoothed over her flaring ass again, making certain seams were straight and that she looked perfect for Dr. Preston. Him, she would do anything for. He was almost a God to her.

He and his cock, that is. He wasn't the best hung man in the world. Dr. McPhearson might be right about having the biggest prick around. But Dr. Preston was an expert cocksman. He used what he had to the best of his ability. That was very, very good.

"Dr. Preston, do you have a moment?" she asked.

He looked up and smiled. His teeth were a smooth white. He was young, just out of the hospital and residency, and still fit as an athlete.

"Sure, Miss Martin. Come in."

As soon as she closed the door, both of them changed. They didn't have to put on a show for any patient who might overhear. They could be themselves. Their passionate, normal selves.

She went around the desk and kissed him full on the lips. For a moment, their lips crushed hard, then she let hers drift a little apart. This was all the encouragement he needed. She felt his rough, wet, pink tongue come surging into her mouth.

Tongues tangling, they began stroking and caressing. She felt her tits crushing hard against his chest. Buried under the starched material and her bra, her nipples hardened with lust. All their best fucking sessions started like this. She entered, polite and distant. He answered as a doctor would to any professional nurse. Then, with the door closed they let their passions run wild. She let him push her tongue back into her mouth. There, she started stroking and caressing the man's tongue with her own. Salivas mixed and she felt her head begin to spin. His taste was almost more than she could stand. She'd never found a liquor that could make her drunker than his sweet mouth.

And his hands! They were exploring her lush body, probing all the right spots. She felt her crotch beginning to water. It happened every time she came in and, closed the door. She just couldn't help feeling this way about the man. He was so strong, so handsome, and he knew all the right things to do to her.

He reduced her to a quivering blob of desire. She broke off, panting. "God, Dan, I need you so! I'm addicted to that strong body of yours."

"That's all you want from me? Just my bed?"

"Do you really want any more from me than my body?"

He smiled. "Not really. You're beautiful and you know it. And you always make me sound like some sex-starved beast out to rape the pants off you."

"You are."

"Sure I am. And you're no better. You're after a good fucking the same as I am." He began lifting her skirt. They both heard the crinkly noise as his hands, began searching out more interesting places under her skirt. She wiggled closer so be wouldn't have to reach quite so far before he got up to her snatch.

"Hmmm, wet, huh? I have to prescribe for this condition. And I think you'd better get something to plug up that leaky twat right away."

"What do you recommend?"

"Cock. Mine, of course."

They kissed again as he slipped his fingers under the elastic band of her panties. She wiggled her ass and helped him get the useless panties off. The cool air surging up under her skirt made her cunt feel all cold and wet. She didn't like that. And she knew there was only one way she could make it feel better.

She gripped his hands and moved them up under her skirt until both his palms were pressing hard into her crotch. One hand ended up over her pussy mound, stroking her fleecy pubic hair. The other sent tremors earthquaking through her body. He was moving slickly over her well-oiled cunt lips. The juices leaking from her excited twat were making her crotch even wetter than it had been.

"A definite leak that should be plugged. But I can't stand here like the little Dutch boy and his finger in the dike."

"I'm no dyke!" she flared.

"Yes, my dear. I know that. Just a lousy comparison. Why don't you bend over my desk. Check the paperwork out or something."

He spun round her, hands pressing her down over his desk. She bent at the waist and felt her tits crushing hard against the oak top. Panting he knew it the instant he pulled her dress up. The cool air from the air conditioner made her shiver a bit.

The feel of his hands helped form the gooseflesh matting her perfect skin, too. She was anticipating the feel of his cock poking into her from behind. His prick would erase the hungry sensation deep inside her. It always did.

And after a session with Dr. McPhearson, she needed this hard-driving cock worse than ever.

"It's so great working for you," she told him. "I like this so much more than letting that slimy Dr. McPhearson paw me."