David Ingram: Naughty hot nurse

"Oh, God, that feels nice. You're making me so hot," Sarah cried.

"Let's fuck, Sarah. I gotta fuck you."

"Aw shit, David, I want to fuck, too," Sarah moaned, her eyes darting to Ruth in the back seat. Ruth stirred, her eyes opening for an instant. "Fuck me, David, fuck me. Can we do it here in the front seat?"

"It's pretty cramped here. Let's go over to Ruth's Caddy."

"I don't want to wait, David. I want it here, now!"

Actually it was doubly exciting to fuck with Ruth in the back seat. She told herself that was the reason she was doing it, for the perversity. She wouldn't let him fuck her, otherwise, she told herself.

Sarah lifted up and pushed her panties past her knees and let them fall to the floor. Then she lifted her skin. "Push the seat back and open the door. I'll let my feet stick out. Don't take off your pants, just get your cock in me. Oh God, fuck me, David! I need it so."

She was in a frenzy now, wild for a cock, any cock, even her best friend's fiance's cock, Ruth wouldn't know, it couldn't hurt her. Maybe it would make David truer to her if he got it out of his system. "Hurry, David, hurry!" she cried.

He got the seat back and the door open. Sarah was quickly prone, her legs open. "Goddamn, you're the hottest cunt I ever saw," David said, easing himself on top of her. It took a moment to adjust himself to the steering wheel.

"Hurry, honey," Sarah gasped, her hand grasping for his cock. She found it, and in spite of their awkward position guided his prick quickly and smoothly into her pussy. She felt his cock knob spread her lips and pop into her cunt. She gasped loudly, "Good, good, feels good!"

She felt him push his prick in slowly, the feeling was so good it was almost monstrous. She hadn't realized how much she had wanted to fuck until his prick opened her pussy up. It had been four days since Ruth's father fucked her and all she could think of was that that had been four days too many. She needed to fuck every single day.

"I love this, I love fucking!" she cried. "Fuck me, David, make me come, make me come so hard that I cry. Fuck me, lover, fuck me. Faster, harder!"

He had his cock all the way in her pussy and was pumping rapidly. Her cunt closed hard on his prick and sucked furiously at him. He gave a sharp cry, a quick jerk, and started squirting his juice into her pussy.

"I'm coming, Sarah, I can't stop!" he cried.

"Oh no! Not yet, darling… please, more, more! Fuck me some more, honey, I'm so close!"

David tried, but his prick went limp rapidly and started slipping out.

"No, David, Goddamn no! I didn't come yet," Sarah wailed.

"You're too damn hot for me and too tight. I couldn't help it, you made me come." His cock was all the way out and he raised up as much as he could. His cock leaked come onto Sarah's legs.

"Oh, David, how could you? I wanted to come so bad," she cried, real tears rolling down her cheeks. "For God's sake, you can get off me now. You can't do me any good in that condition." Her hurt had turned to anger.

David worked his way out from under the wheel and stood beside the car. Sarah scooped up her panties and got out the other side.

"I'm sorry, Sarah, I couldn't help it," David whined.

"Oh, shut up. Take Ruth home and put her to bed. You should have fucked her, she wouldn't have known the difference in her condition."

David was angry now, too, and got in the car and slammed his door. "Shut the fucking door, you ball-busting bitch," he snapped.

Sarah started to reply but stopped herself and shoved the door closed. David roared the engine and took off, his tires squealing loudly.

Sarah realized that much of her anger was aimed at herself. She was ashamed that she had betrayed her best friend for a fast fuck that she could have gotten anywhere. She was angry with David because he was a disloyal, cheating, sonofabitch, as well as a lousy fuck. Adding to her frustration was at not getting her rocks off. She was a miserable young lady and started to cry and ran blindly to Ruth's new Caddy.

She stood by the car until she regained her self control, dried her eyes, climbed in, and started the car. It purred like a kitten. She loved the magnificent car and, recalling the incident earlier that evening in the bar, realized that she could have one of her own without marrying that jerk Barry to get it. She lifted her skirt and looked at her naked cunt. Yes, the answer was right there between her legs. She wiped the wet spot where David had leaked on her leg with her panties and threw them on the floor.

She put the car in gear and then remembered she couldn't go to the apartment. David would probably still be there and she never wanted to see the worthless bastard again. She'd told him she was going to her parents' house, so she guessed she would. She'd been wanting to tell her mother off for a long time only she hadn't had the nerve. Well, now she had the nerve. She was just drunk enough to do it. The old bitch had been barely civil to her ever since she had moved out.

"I'll just go home and tell the old bitch off," she said aloud and shoved the Caddy into gear.

Sarah pulled into the driveway and went into the house quickly. She was steaming mad and wanted to get on with it before she lost her nerve. Her father was sitting on the couch reading and was already in his pajamas. She gave a quick glance at her watch. God, it was after eleven o'clock!

"Hi, darlin'. What brings you home at this hour?" Herb Bennett said.

"Where's the old… where's mom?" Sarah snorted.

"Honey, you know she isn't home."

"I didn't know."

"She's gone to her sister's for a few days. I told you that on the phone day, before yesterday."

"Oh, I forgot," Sarah said, the steam suddenly gone.

"Well, gosh, come on in, anyway, I'm glad to see you. What did you want to see her about?"

"Nothing important, Dad," Sarah said meekly. She really loved her dad and suddenly realized how she must look. "I… I really can't stay."

"Oh, come on in. You can stay for, a few minutes." Then he noticed that her hair was mussed, her skirt too short, her heels too high, her blouse too tight and unbuttoned more than half way. Her luscious tits were plainly in view. He swallowed hard. She wasn't the same daughter who had left home only a short time ago. This girl looked too… uh, too sexy. Sarah had moved away shy and innocent and was now she was a woman of the world.

"You've been drinking," he said.

"How could you tell?" Sarah said, giggling.

"The way you look, your eyes, and the slur in your speech."

Sarah saw the bottle of bourbon and half filled glass on the end table beside her daddy and pointed an accusing finger. "Daddy, you've been drinking, too. You know mamma doesn't allow liquor in the house."

"Mamma isn't here now, Goddammit," he snapped in a rare display of temper. "I'm sorry, Sarah."

"That's okay, Daddy. You know, that's the first time I ever heard you swear. I kind of like it. You're attractive when you're angry."

"Don't put me on, honey. Come over here and tell me what you've been doing."

She went to the couch and sat beside him. "I really shouldn't – you'd be shocked."

"Have you been doing things you shouldn't? Naughty things?"

"I don't think they're naughty but you and mamma would."

"I'm sure mamma would. Your blouse is unbuttoned."

"It's okay, I'm wearing a bra," she said and opened her blouse wide. The sheer net bra barely covered her nipples and was so close to transparent that it didn't need to.

He knew he should scold her and tell her to button up and act like a lady, but he didn't. He just stared.

"Can I have a drink of your whiskey? I'm almost sober."

"Do you drink a lot?" he asked and handed her the half-filled glass.