Jay Wood - Her incurable passion

She offered to help Kate gain a climax of her own. First, she suggested watching while she relieved herself and, when Kate declined, offered to help by tendering her own hand. Angle swore that she was ready to give her a sound, first-rate finger-fucking but Kate could not bring herself to accept; her sense of danger was sufficiently well developed that she could not face the prospect of masturbating in a hospital room.

“No, it’s just too dangerous,” she muttered. “I’d like to, but you never can tell when one of the aides might come in. I know of some other places, though, and I can promise you that I won’t wait long before I slip off to have myself a little fun!”

“Hey, will you be thinking about me?” Angie asked, her eyes dancing with lusty awareness. “Or maybe about the way I was making it with Dr. Mason? Oh, wow, that’d really be a trip!”

“I guess I will,” Kate admitted. “You’re right-it really was a turn-on, watching the two of you going at it like that! And watching you just now, that was good, too!”

“I like that,” Angie proclaimed. “I hope you have a good one! Maybe we can get together again and trade some more ideas, huh?”

“Sure, that would be nice,” Kate said. “But I’ve got to get back to my nursing station for now; I’ve been gone too long.”

She left the room quickly and went back to her duties. An aide was sitting at the desk, staring off into space, and Kate decided that no one had missed her during her absence. She plowed through fifteen minutes worth of papers, trying to submerge her feelings, but found that the burning, throbbing sense of arousal between her thighs could not be suppressed. Giving up, she announced that she was going to the lounge for a cigarette and a quick cup of coffee.

Instead of going straight to the lounge, however, she stopped off in a vacant examining room, a place which she knew to be safe. There she lifted up the hem of her uniform and plunged her hand into the top of her pantyhose. As she had expected, her pussy was already extremely wet; the lips were very big and painfully swollen. Leaning against the wall and stroking them gently, she focused her mind’s eye on Angie: the girl’s semi-naked body had been highly erotic to her sight, as had the way she worked her pussy back and forth against her fingers. The vision was even more arousing because she could still see the creamy flow of Rudi Mason’s sperm as it escaped from those full, dark lips, dribbling down over Angie’s fingers and giving them a pearly sheen. She could easily imagine the powerful aroma of fresh fucking, the unique scent of highly aroused pussy flavored with a man’s heavy discharge of thick come, and she imagined herself reaching down between Angie’s widespread thighs, scooping up a heady portion of that mixed love-salve, and then spreading it over her own hot, sensually enlivened pussy. The sensation would be exquisitely delicious, she thought, and the thought was enough to unleash a powerful torrent of climactic frenzy deep inside her cunt. Whimpering softly and thrusting her hips forward to meet the plunging, stabbing fingers she aimed into the lips of her pussy, she quickly fucked herself into a short but exceedingly strong orgasm, one that assuaged the sharpest pangs of sexual desire and left her much more at ease with herself.

Kate did not return to Angie’s room that night. She checked the girl the next morning, as a diet aide was serving her breakfast, but they could do no more than exchange a few highly meaningful looks. Kate saw that the girl was asking, with her eyes, about her masturbation; she nodded slightly and smiled, drawing an answering grin of pure delight from the girl. Kate went off duty shortly thereafter and spent an uneventful day. When she came back on duty the next evening, she found that Angie had been discharged.

It’s just as well, she thought after determining that the girl was gone. If she’d stayed here much longer, there’s no telling what might have happened. Damn, she was a sexy little bitch; I hope she can find herself some high school stud who’ll be able to fuck the horniness out of her and keep it out! The way she was talking, though, it might take two or three guys to give her all the cock she wants.

Kate was halfway through her shift that night when she looked up to see Dr. Rudi Mason striding toward her nursing station. He carried a sheaf of X-ray plates and, after consulting them briefly, made several notations on patients’ charts. Kate had already finished her routine work for the night and was now marking time until the early morning rush of breakfast and early doctors’ rounds.

“So much for that,” Mason said after putting the last chart back on its rack. “How about a cup of coffee to break the monotony?”

Kate accepted the invitation and followed him to the elevators. She had been expecting him to make a move of some sort and she was entirely ready to take him up on his offer. His tall, broad-shouldered body, together with his darkly attractive face, made him a natural target for the nurses, aides, and other women on the hospital staff, but Kate now found him a great deal more interesting, due to having seen him thrusting his big prick into Angie’s tender young pussy.

“Actually I wasn’t all that interested in coffee at all,” he said after they had stepped into the elevator, which was otherwise empty. “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to spend some time down in one of the radiology offices?”

“Oh? Perhaps you’d like to conduct an examination?” Kate asked, deliberately making her voice arch. “I don’t believe I have any broken bones!”

“No, but I’ve got one that needs bending down,” he said, grinning at her attempt at humor. "Here, maybe you'd better conduct your own examination!"

With that he seized her right hand and moved it over his fly, enabling her to pass her hand over the bulk of his cock. She could feel the big rod perfectly well; it appeared to have a half-erection and was satisfyingly large. She closed her hand over the big lump and squeezed it gently.

"Yes, it does appear that you have a problem," she said, smiling up at him. "I think it might bear looking into, don't you?"

He reached out to punch another button on the elevator's panel, one which would let them off at a floor having several consulting rooms used by physicians. Kate was no stranger to those rooms; more than one doctor had laid her back on one of the big leather couches they contained and had fucked her almost silly. The rooms received a lot of use during the day, but almost all of it for purposes that the county's medical society would approve; during the night hours, they also received considerable attention, but of a very different kind. Kate had heard more than one of her nursing colleagues refer to the consultation rooms as "The University Hospital whorehouse" and she knew that the term had merit.

Mason unlocked one of the rooms and ushered her inside. They moved toward a long, low leather couch and paused beside it. Rudi reached over to switch on a lamp beside the couch and then turned to Kate. She met his embrace boldly, rubbing her loins into his; the stiffening length of hard cock fitted nicely against the base of her belly. They kissed, probing with their tongues, and she pressed her breasts against his broad, firm chest.

"That stiffness," she murmured, rubbing her love mound against his prick, "it seems to be getting worse, not better!"