Robert Vickers - Doctor_s naughty helpers

And maybe it wasn't. Suzanne began to wonder about what the woman had told her. Sure, the doctors were under great stress. Fucking relieved the tensions that built up inside. And the nurses hardly led normal lives. They had to appear glacial and distant from their patients. No fraternizing was the rule.

Suzanne was supposed to make sure the nurses gave the right medication and when the doctor had prescribed it. Reading all those charts and reminding the nurses got to be a drag. What if she goofed? What if the nurse on duty came to rely too much on her catching a mistake? Someone could die from either too much or too little medication.

Suzanne longingly looked at one of the younger men as he walked down the hall. She might not have noticed him a month before. Now she did. She felt her pussy begin to drool at the thought of having his long, hard prick driven into her cunt with impressive force. She shook herself out of the daydream. It was wrong. She shouldn't even think such thoughts. They were evil and would lead her astray.

Jill did and she liked Jill. She liked the nurse a lot. Not only had she gotten her the job, she even had a good amount of common sense about things not dealing with sex and fucking. Suzanne couldn't quite figure out where Jill had gotten all those depraved ideas.

"Got to go check up on that poor, lonely Mr. Woodward in Room 770," said Jill. "If you know what I mean." She gave Suzanne a broad wink and walked down the hall, her ass swaying just the right amount to let the girl know exactly what kind of a treatment she was going to give Mr. Woodward.

Jill knew what she wanted, and went for it. Suzanne shook her head thinking of the fuck fest that would soon begin in that room. And, even though she hated herself for it, she found her footsteps leading her directly to the room.

She was going to watch Jill fuck the man with his leg in traction.

Suzanne sidled up to the door and opened it a crack. She had a perfect view of the room inside. There was a bar over the man's head. His leg was suspended and held firmly by a contraption with pulleys and lines. Other than this, he was perfectly free to move around on the bed. Suzanne knew. She had watched Jill fuck the man several times before. It required a little bit of acrobatics but Jill was inclined to be very athletic in her fucking.

"How are we today, Mr. Woodward?" Jill asked brightly, the top button of her uniform coming mysteriously undone. The man's eyes focused on that button. As if by mental telepathy, the next button down came undone to reveal the flare of her lovely tits. The white titflesh bulged up and out of her crisp, well starched uniform to give an incredible contrast. The cool, efficient nurse was turning into a sexually insatiable woman.

"Getting hornier than the devil waiting for you," the man said. And Suzanne could tell, even from the doorway, that this was true. The way the sheets over the man's middle tented upwards told of a hard-on of huge proportions.

"My, my, we need to give you a little therapy, don't we?" said Jill, finishing off the last button on her blouse. The uniform hung open to the waist now revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. The way her nipples were springing to attention made the man's prick respond visibly.

Jill pulled off the covers to reveal the long, hard pole of his cock. She dropped down and began to stroke up and down it with her hand. She looked up and said, "Needs a little oil, doesn't it? If this is going to be your daily bath, it should be with oil to prevent chaffing." She fumbled out a bottle of oil and sprinkled it into her hand.

The man watched without a sound as she poured some into her hand and immediately grabbed his prick. A stroke up and down and his cock was entirely covered with the slippery oil. She began stroking faster and faster, her knuckles turning white with the pressure she put around his cock.

"Ummm, Jesus God, that's nice," he moaned finally. "But I want something a lot hotter and tighter around my prick. Get the idea?"

"Sure," said Jill eagerly. She pulled the cockhead to her mouth and engulfed it. Her ruby lips spread around the purpled knob and she began hungrily gobbling up his prick. He groaned again as her face went down into his crotch.

Suzanne watched the long, well-oiled prick vanish into Jill's face. The woman began face fucking herself faster and faster. Suzanne shuddered as the reaction hit her body. She hardly knew what a man's prick would taste like but her mind was going wild imagining it.

"As good as that feels," said the man, "it's not what I had in mind. I want your pussy all around my prick. I love the way your cunt clamps down hard on my pecker when we're fucking. Never found another chick who could do that trick quite like you."

Jill acted as if she hadn't heard him. She continued face fucking herself, her nose burrowing around in the man's thick pubic bush. Her tongue flitted out and lightly brushed across his balls. This caused the man to arch up in bed, his ass lifting off the bed. He drove his prick all the way into her throat.

"Go on, damn you, if you're going to suck me off, I want to deep throat you!"

Jill seemed content with that. She maneuvered around so that she could take the patient's prick into her face. She swallowed hard. Suzanne could see the man's prick was lodged securely in the woman's throat.

"Shit, can't hang on too much longer. So fucking nice, feeling that mouth of yours sucking on my prick. So Goddamn fucking niiice!" the man moaned over and over.

Jill seemed to realize that he would jet out his come at any instant. She quickly retreated and attended to only the knobby end of his prick. She ran her tongue lasciviously around the man's glans, giving the underside the most attention. This caused his cock to buck and dance around as if she'd touched him there with a lit match.

"On fuck!" he called out. "Your mouth is turning me on like I was some teenaged kid getting his first piece of ass. How do you fucking do it?"

She wetly plopped her lips free of his cock and said to him, "It's all in a day's work. But you said you wanted a bit more intimate therapy. Did you really mean that?"

"Shit, yes!"

She smiled broadly and hiked up her skirts. The man's prick almost exploded when he saw she wasn't wearing any panties. He looked from her swaying tits to her naked, flowing gash and gave forth with a little chuckle. "I see everything now. No panties! Shit, what a trip!"

"Just wait," she promised him. "This is going to be the best you ever received. Wait and see."

She jumped up onto the bed, her legs on either side of his body. She gripped the sturdy bar over his head and lithely swung around until she hung suspended upside down from it, her arms and legs neatly wrapped around it. In this position, she was able to dangle her naked ass down just inches away from his jutting prick.

"I see," he said. "Shit, this is going to be fantastic!"

"Move over a little bit so your cock is directly under my twat," she told the man. He didn't have to told twice. His prick aimed upward just like a rocket ready for launching.

Jill lowered herself a bit and felt the warmth of his cock slipping between her buttocks. She rocked back and forth and managed to tease his prick a little bit more. She allowed it to slide up and down her already slippery slit and get her fuck juices all over the tip.

"Go on, damn you," the man cried. "Quit being a cock teaser. I want to fuck that tight pussy of yours!"

"And I want your cock as much as you want to feel me all around you," she retorted. "And you will, all in good time."

Suzanne wondered if the exertion of this odd form of fucking turned the nurse on. The look of intense concentration on the woman's face was all out of proportion with the amount of fucking she had done so far.