Robert Vickers - Doctor_s naughty helpers

The four of them, momentarily tired out from the fucking, turned and watched Dr. Woodward and Dr. Roxbury fucking like rabbits. They seemed oblivious of their audience.

Jill said, "I never thought my evaluation would end up like this."

Her hand snaked put and fondled Suzanne's come-drenched pussy. The girl's bush was still damp from her cunt juices and sweat. They looked into each other's eyes and knew they had found not only friends but fucking companions in the four doctors on the panel.

After they'd rested, all six of them joined in one continuous daisy chain of fucking and sucking.

Jill received the highest recommendation of any of the nurses.

"Oh, Jill, I'm so happy for you!" cried Suzanne. "To think you were the one chosen for the spot. That's quite a promotion."

"Head nurse carries a lot of responsibility with it," Jill agreed. "And a lot more money. That's going to be nice, though I don't go out too much. I don't have to." She got a dreamy look on her face and Suzanne knew she was thinking about the last time she and Dr. Hunt had fucked. The man enjoyed having an audience for his lovemaking. They had filled the auditorium with off duty nurses and doctors and fucked under the spotlights on stage. Jill hadn't minded. She'd gotten all the cock she could stand.

It had left her so sore, she walked bowlegged for two solid days. Her cunt still gave her a twinge now and again to remind her of what a fucker that doctor really was.

"I'll miss you, Suzanne. I've enjoyed working with you."

"I'll miss you, too, Jill. But maybe I can get transferred ever to your shift. That would be super!"

"Only full time employees on the shift. And you know how Dr. Carson was down on the idea of even hiring a nurse's aide in the first place. I doubt you could entice him to hire you full time."

"But summer vacation is almost here and I could work any hours he'd want me to," the girl protested.

"You know I'll do what I can, but Dr. Carson is a hard man to please. Why don't you see him yourself and ask? You know what I mean."

And Suzanne did. She'd been around Mercy Hospital for six months and hospital politics was mostly based on sexual favors. You get people to do what you wanted by putting out. If you fucked good enough, they agreed. If not, they did what they pleased.

Suzanne had learned a lot, though. She was confident she could get Dr. Carson, no matter how hard-assed he was, to agree to hire her full time during the summer. And she was a senior in high school the next year. She only required a couple of courses to graduate. She might be able to continue working full time during the school year.

She didn't say another word to Jill. The teenager turned and walked directly to Dr. Carson's office.

She boldly walked in and then got an attack of nerves. What if he threw her out? What if he decided he didn't want any snotty-nurse's aide in his office and fired her?

He looked up from his desk, strewn with papers and said, "Yes? Can I do something for you?"

Suzanne's nervousness fled then. She had learned a lot about men's reactions to her beauty. The way the doctor's eyes widened slightly told her all she needed to know. He was interested sexually in her. She could take that interest and build it up into a full commitment on his part.

She thrust her shoulders back and let her tits bulge. She had long since stopped wearing a bra. Her nipples hardened a little under the stimulation of the stiffly starched uniform and turned into little mushrooms.

"Yes, sir. I'd like to talk to you about a more permanent job at the hospital."

She didn't sit in the chair. She perched her perky behind on the edge of his desk where he couldn't fail to see her long, slender legs. She made a big production out of crossing them. He couldn't see all the way to her snatch, but the hint was enough to make the man rock back in his chair and nervously brush a strand of hair from his eyes.

Suzanne pushed her advantage. She leaned over and seemed to slip. The administrator reached out to grab her.

"Sorry," she said, gazing directly into his eyes. "I get so careless when I'm not on the job. But I do a fine job, really. And I think you should hire me for a full time position."

Her fingers worked as she spoke. She managed to find the man's fly and run the zipper down before he knew what she was doing. The erect prick that snapped to attention from his groin told her what she'd suspected. She turned him on.

She didn't even wait to hear what the man said. She slipped from the desk top and knelt down in front of his chair. She took his prick in both hands and worshiped it as if it were some sort of religious relic. Stroking and petting it, she cooed, "So lovely. And so big! I never imagined I would find one so pretty!"

Then she stuffed the tip into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth. The man went stiff and arched his back against the chair. "Ummm, sweet Jesus, that's one hell of a mouth you have, girl."

She took her lips away from his cock long enough to say, "And it's all for you!"

The teenager continued to suck the man's prick. She was beginning to really enjoy this now, not simply because she wanted the full time job. His cock had a male musk odor that turned her into a sex-starved bitch. She licked his cock as if it were a fleshy popsicle. But no popsicle had ever been so hot and virile.

She worked her way down the side of his cock, licking and gently nipping at the flesh. Tiny love bites left ugly red spots which she quickly erased with her soft, kissing lips. By the time she reached the hairy bag containing his balls, it had compressed into a tightly held little sphere. Her tongue lashed out and pressed into the side of his scrotum. She could feel the balls tumbling and boiling inside in the hot stew of his jism. She played with his balls for a few minutes, then slid her tongue back to the knobby end of his cock.

"Go on, girl, suck. Give me the best head in town!" he ordered. She didn't have to be told twice.

Her lips formed a perfect "O" around his huge prick. Then she applied all the suction she could. She tried to pull his guts out through the end of his prick. It wasn't possible but they both got a hell of a charge out of her trying.

The teenager's tongue worked hard against the tiny flap of skin dangling under the glans. She had found this to be the most sensitive part of a man's anatomy – and she had been studying hard these past few months. It was hard for her to believe she had gone from a virgin intent on going to her marriage bed ignorant and scared, to a woman wise and knowledgeable about what turns me on.

But she had. Her naive ways were behind her. She had discovered the hidden world of fucking and would never go back to her more moderate ways. Moderation was for monks. She wanted to grab all the sexual enjoyment she could. She didn't know if she believed in things like reincarnation or not, but if she did come back in a future life, she wanted to be ready for all the pleasure she could get.

He straightened and pulled his cock from her mouth. "Enough of that, young lady," he told her.

"Get that sweet ass of yours up here where I can fuck it!"

The words thrilled Suzanne more than she wanted to admit. The man's prick had made her mouth ache and, stretched her lips. He was so big. And to have that mighty shaft fucking her ass would be sheer delight. She couldn't wait!

With an undisguised eagerness, she biked up her skirt and bent forward over his desk. He stood behind her and quickly stripped off her panties. She heard him mutter, "Damned things always getting in the way," and then he jammed his spittle-drenched prick directly into her asshole.

She groaned under the impact of his cock against her tightly puckered anus. The girl tried to relax and let him in to fuck her up the shit chute. It was harder than she'd thought. She was keyed up about the chance of getting a full time job and the man's prick had made her respond more fully than she'd thought it would.