David Ingram - Naughty hot nurse

Sarah felt the warm come wetting her hand as Wilkins tugged hard on her nipple with his lips and teeth. Then she started coming. It wasn't the floating come like she had with Barry, but rather a sharp, hurting come that made her clit throb like a prick. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.

Goddamn, it was so good! Her legs felt weak, almost numb, as another sharp burst echoed into the canyon of her cunt. Shit fire! If she only had a stiff cock in her! Once a week was just not enough.

She stood squeezing his cock while she regained her composure and finally looked down and saw the mess on her hand. It was in his hair, too, and had soaked the tail of his gown.

"It looks like you need a fresh gown," she said. "Right now, I don't need anything," Wilkins sighed. "God, lady, I wish I could fuck you."

"I wish you could, too… fuck me," she said. Sarah found she enjoyed saying it, especially since she was in no danger of his actually fucking her. She realized, though, that a couple of minutes earlier she would have let him, had he been able. She felt terribly wicked and found that she liked that, too.

She cleaned him up and instructed him to act as if it never happened. If she was found out, she would be tired and could never jerk him off again.

Later, everyone on the ward commented on how human old Wilkins had become. He was almost pleasant, almost.

The following week, Sarah started working nights. It was different and seemed much longer.

Unlike days, there was little activity. It was semi-dark, quiet, and almost everyone was asleep, including some of the nurses. Ruth hadn't drawn the same shift and that made it more boring. She was with an old gal who ate candy all the time and was incredibly lazy. What work there was, she gladly let Sarah do it.

She smoothed back his hair and caressed his cheeks. "Were you dreaming about your fall?"

"No, it was just one of those scary, disjointed things. Probably front all the stuff they gave me." He put his good hand over hers and ran his finger tips up her arm.

"Don't, Mr. Olsen," she said.

"You're so beautiful. I noticed you even when I was hurting so much earlier this evening. I don't hurt now. You made the pain go away."

Sarah's whole body tingled. Chris Olsen was a good looking young man, about twenty-six, robust – and muscular. And he was intact, except for the cast on his left arm. He continued to smooth his fingers up and down her arm and her mouth was dry, her heart pounded.

"I'd better get you a fresh gown," she said a little too loudly and pulled away.

She got the gown and laid it on the foot of the bed.

"Here, let's get this wet thing off," she said.

She had him raise up and undid the ties, then stripped the gown off. She looked at his smooth, hard body as it glistened in the dim glow from the night light. She glanced downward and saw his thick clump of pubic hair and his thick cock poking out, limp across one thigh.

She had brought a small towel, too, and started to wipe his broad chest. "Better dry you off a little first," she said. She dried his chest and stomach and then left the towel half covering his groin while she moved her hands sensuously back up his stomach and over his, chest.

"You're so strong," she said softly.

"I keep in shape," he replied, his hand on her arm again.

She continued to massage his chest, not really realizing when he started feeling her tits. She knew she should stop him, but it felt too good. It was just exactly what she always wanted Barry to do, to squeeze her tits and bunch them through her dress. It made her nipples rub against her bra and start to tingle.

"Oh, Mr. Olsen," she sighed softly and bent forward until their lips met.

They kissed several times, each time with more intensity. "Oh, Mr. Olsen," she sighed again.

"Get on the bed with me," he said.

"Oh, dear, I can't… I really shouldn't," she protested, yet found herself moving up beside him.

She stretched herself out on the bed, her arm around his neck, her other hand on his belly. They kissed again and then she felt his hand inside her uniform. His fingers felt so cool and nice on her skin. She brought her hand up from his belly and opened her uniform all the way down the front.

She felt his hand at her side and then on her back. She hunched a little. "Can you reach the clasp?" she whispered.

He reached the clasp and her bra came loose. His hand came back to her free tits and felt and squeezed them.

"Squeeze my nipples," she said, her hand back on his belly, her fingers nuzzling at the top of his pubic hair.

They lay like this for a long time, her hand inches from his cock, his hand at her tits, their mouths searching, kissing, nibbling. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she tensed, it was her first French kiss but she quickly relaxed and drew his tongue in.

Sarah felt an intense thrill when his hand left her tits and moved down her belly. His fingers played at her belly button for a moment, then slid inside her panties. Her own hand slid down and gripped his prick.

"Oh… you're so hard!" she cried.

"Hell yes, I'm hard! Didn't you expect it?"

"Yes, I expected it," she said and started to stroke his cock.

His fingers were now at her pussy, sliding the length of her cunt cleft, pressing her clit and probing at her cunt hole. She was wet and growing wetter. She had never done anything like this before not even with Barry. But it was the way she had always wanted to make love with Barry and let herself go, feeling the excitement grow and tingle.

His cock was completely hard and she wanted it, wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything. The thought of being completely unfaithful to Barry, of going all the way with this man, flashed through her mind. She knew it was now or never.

She sat up quickly. "Here, let me get my pants off," she said.

She awkwardly slid her slacks over her hips and pushed them on down until she could get one foot out. One foot free was enough. She was able to open her legs to this man.

She didn't spread her legs, though. Instead, she rolled over on top of him and straddled his hips with her open cult.

"Just lie still, Olsen. I'll fuck you," she said, surprising even herself.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck me," Olsen gasped. "Jesus, you hot-assed nurse!"

Sarah found his rigid cock with her hand ad squatted over his stiff prick. She played with her cunt with his wet cocktip for a few seconds but nuzzling her tingling pussy. His cock was larger than Barry's, yet slid into her incredibly easy. She gave a little gasp when the fat cock knob spread her cunt lips and pushed inside.

"Oh, Goddamn it, Olsen, that feels so good!" she cried and let her hips down, slowly pushing the wonderful prick into her cunt. "I want to feel it all inside me for a bit. Then I'll lay on you and we can fuck and fuck and fuck," she moaned.

"Aw, Christ yes…" was all he could say.

She felt his whole prick inside her and grunted with pleasure. It was lots bigger than Barry's and felt much better, too. Of course, she had never had Barry's cock in this position or so deep inside her pussy. It was a new, thrilling, excruciatingly good experience.

She rode on his cock for almost a minute before she foil forward, pressing her tits hard against his firm chest. Their mouths met again as she started moving, lifting with her thighs.

His cock went into her cunt, almost slid out, then eased back in again, the thick shaft sliding hard against her clit. She found a rhythm she particularly liked and lay on him, fucking steadily, the good feeling growing stronger and stronger. "Don't come too quick," she gasped.

"I can hold out a long time in this position if you want."

"I want," she said.

She went into an intense orgasm, but controlled herself and kept an even, steady pace. It made her come last for a long, long time, and it still felt good, even as it subsided. She continued fucking him and soon realized she could come again if he held out a little longer. She had never thought it possible.