by J K Chubbs
They all gasped and strained. Hot juices exploded from Claire’s pussy, coating Paula’s pretty face and she gasped and muttered something. Mike withdrew just long enough for her to flip over onto her back on the floor. Claire crawled on top of her and grasped her legs, holding them up and back as she lowered her still dripping pussy back to Paula’s tongue and dipped her head so that her own tongue was able to reach Paula’s sticky and erect clit.
Mike’s fat cock thrust back into Paula, opening her ripe pink flesh. Claire, shocked into an orgasm by that undeniably sexy sight, kept licking furiously as Mike continued to fuck Paula hard and fast. Paula’s juices coated her tongue and Mike’s cock, making it glisten as he withdrew from her body only to thrust into her yet again.
Paula came, long sticky streamers of clear fluid and Mike pulled out of her body to shoot his thick and sticky white seed into Claire’s face. The gesture, something he had never done before, made Claire cry out and hump her hips madly at Paula’s tongue as a final small but utterly satisfying orgasm rolled through her.
***
Paula left and Mike looked over at Claire, a huge smile on his face. “That was definitely interesting. I never thought I’d see you so spread out and willing.”
She snuggled up to him and purred, “I never thought I’d love seeing you fuck another woman, but I did. I loved it so very much. That was the hottest thing ever.”
He grinned, “I think we wore her out.”
She chuckled, “You don’t know Paula, I think she’s a nympho or something.”
His smile got bigger. “I don’t know about her but I think maybe I had a secret nympho hiding out for years.”
She lifted an eyebrow, “Are you referring to me?”
He roared laughter, “No sweetheart, I’m talking about me.”
Her eyebrows went up and her laughter met his. She wriggled against him and said, “Maybe so. Maybe we just needed to find a way to bring your inner nympho out.”
He said, “I guess we’ve found a perfect way to do that.”
She ran a finger down his chest, smiling softly, “It does seem as if that’s so. So tell me, when Paula and I are finished what then?”
He caught her fingers in his hand, “Then we move on. Any way you want to. Also, I will completely respect your desire to be alone with her too. That’s only fair.”
She sighed happily. She had everything she wanted in life: love, a man who really understood how to make her happy, in bed and out of it, and a girlfriend that drove her nuts with desire. And the knowledge that she was allowed to express her sexuality and to enjoy it any way she wanted to.
It didn’t get any better than that.
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Story Seven
William Rochester stepped into the spattering rain, donning his hat and pulling the collar of his overcoat up. His medical satchel and small leather suitcase, the only belongings he had, were placed beside him by the driver before the car pulled away. The young man of three looked up at the foreboding edifice that towered before him. This was going to be his designated workplace from now on, without reprieve. It was almost a life sentence, little consolation that he was on the right side of the iron bars.
Kravestone Penitentiary, the dull sign on the high stone wall read. The sun had long since set, the drive there almost took five hours. He looked around. Not a soul in sight. The walls were almost feet high, with barbwire adding another six feet of menacing elevation.
“Doctor Rochester, welcome to Kravestone.” A large man in a dark wrinkled suit walked out from under the twelve foot high Iron Gate to greet him. “I’m Warden James O’Reilly. You must have really pissed off some people high up to get tossed down this hell-hole.”
“Good evening, Warden.” Rochester shook the larger man’s hand firmly. “I was told this place would be good for my health.”
“If you like the company of hardened criminals, ruthless murderers and the worst scum of the Earth, you might find this place refreshing.” O’Reilly snorted, not caring for the younger man’s sarcasm. “Let me show you to the clinic where you will be working, and then your office, which is also your lodgings.”
“How old is this place?” Rochester stared at the darkened walls as he fell in step behind his disgruntled host.
“Built before the civil war…” The warden replied. “More than four hundred years, we can guess.”
“They don’t make places like this anymore.” The young doctor marveled at the robust structure.
“Yeah, but the scum to inhabit them keep on coming.” O’Reilly said with a tired sigh.
“What are my duties exactly, Warden?”
“You’ll head the medical staff…” The warden led him into the clinic. “The guy we had died last week.”
“How many in the medical staff.” Rochester exhaled heavily as he glanced around the dismal working area.
“Just two.”O’Reilly said indifferently. “You and the night nurse.”
“Two?” The young man was taken aback. “But how am I going…”
“You have to figure that out, Doc.” The larger man gave him a tight smile. “This is not exactly General Hospital, you know. Keeping this scum alive and well isn’t really a prime priority.”
“But that’s unethical…” Rochester protested, sitting down on the examination table.
“Is that why you find yourself here, Rochester… because you’re very ethical.” O’Reilly almost sneered, staring right at the young doctor from the big city.
“Thank you for your time, Warden.” Rochester stood up and nodded. “I can take it from here.”
“Good luck, Doctor.” The other man turned away. “You’re going to need it.”
“Luck hasn’t been with me for some time now.” Rochester muttered as he sifted through the tools and medical equipment in the little clinic. “And I doubt she’ll be with me ever again.”
“A little faith and everything will be well again.” A rich lilting voice made him look up.
“You must be the night nurse.” He stared at the woman in a starched and snug white uniform standing by the side entrance to the clinic. “Mrs. Della Swanson.”
“That’s Miss Della Swanson, Doctor Rochester.” The red haired woman smiled, walking up to him. “And I am the night nurse here at Kravestone Penitentiary.”
“And are you the only woman here in this gloomy place?” He asked, his keen eyes trailing along the ripe curves of her womanhood.
“There’s also Elsa the cook and we have a few washer women coning in once a week.” She met his gaze and scanned him head to foot. “Are you in need of more women here, Doctor?”
“Er… no,” He averted his eyes, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. “I was told this is a prison for men.”
“It is.” Her full red lips curled into a sly smile. “We girls aren’t prisoners here.”
“Yes, I’m sorry.” He glanced back at her, nodding curtly. “You’re all employees… as much as I am.”
“You look too young to be here, Doctor Rochester.” The woman placed her hands on her flaring hips and cocked her head, her green eyes glittering.
“I’m old enough.” He stood up straight, smiling tightly. “And it’s not my first choice for a career… but then…”
“Do something naughty out there, in the big city of bright lights?” She smiled knowingly.
“Something likes that.” He grinned, his tension relaxing a little. “Now how do we work things out here?”
“Well, Doctor Scott and I worked fourteen hour shifts, two overlaying hours when we coordinated things. We will do the same. You work the day and I the night.”
“Where are you putting up?
” He inquired, his eyes inadvertently drawn to her wide necked blouse.
“I have a place a mile down the road from here.” She noted his gaze and arched her back, exposing more of her impressive cleavage. “I guess you’re holed up in here. One day you’ll have to tell me what you did to get here, Doctor?”
“Maybe, if I last long enough.” He looked up into her intense stare. “The other doctor here, before me…the warden said he died. How did that happen?”
“He wasn’t killed, if that’s what you’re asking about, dearie.” She walked across the floor, swaying her sexy hips mesmerizingly. “This isn’t some murder mystery or soapbox drama here, he just got old and it was his time.”
“I see.” He struggled to keep his voice calm. “Well, would you be so kind to show me around how things work here.”
“Of course, Doctor.” She gave him a wide grin. “And not just because you asked me so nicely.”
“Thank you, Mrs… Miss Swanson.” Rochester nodded, returning her grin just as wide.
“You can call me Della, sweetheart.” She pouted, crossing her hands under her heavy bosom. “You’re my boss, after all.”
“Oh, no… we’re colleagues.” The young doctor blushed suddenly. “I’m not anyone’s boss.”
“Are all doctors as charming as you in the big city?” She pressed on, cocking her head at him. “…and also so cute?”
“I can’t tell if you’re flirting with me or just teasing.” He laughed, with a hint of nervousness.
“You’ll know soon enough, darling.” She said, sighing deeply and sitting down. “After dealing with rough, ugly men all the time something nice like you comes along… it does make things refreshing.”
“Well, that’s flattering…” He didn’t expect her to be so forthright, he wasn’t prepared for it. “I… well…”
“It’s alright, Doc.” She laughed out aloud. “I’m just playing around.”
“Well, you made me feel the most welcome here so far, I would say.” He shook his head, smiling with relief. “Thank you.”
“What can I say; I’ve got a soft heart.” She said, emphasizing by pressing a slender hand over her yielding breast. “That’s why I’m a nurse.”
“Would you join me for dinner?” He offered, struggling to keep his eyes off her obvious charms. “I could use the company and get to know more of this place from you.”
“Sure can, Doc…” She smiled sweetly, rising up again. “My shift starts in an hour anyway.”
Rochester followed the nurse to a small table for two in the corner and sat down with her to a meal of beef stew, bread and milk. The little eating area had a few of the other staff dining as well, mostly the prison guards. Some of them smiled at Della, some ignored them both.
“I’m sure now that no one likes this job here.” Rochester whispered to the nurse as he took a bite of bread.
“You wouldn’t be wrong there, hon.” She replied, sipping some milk. “Some of the worst men in the world are locked up here. A lot of hate and violence is being bottled down, suppressed and agitated.”
“How do you do it?” He eyed her with genuine concern. “Don’t these men frighten you?”
“As a nurse, I have taken an oath to treat all men alike.” She sighed deeply, stirring her beef stew with a spoon. “And besides, they know I’m here to take care of them.”
“How long have you been here?” He inquired, staring into her eyes,
“Oh, I dunno… ten, maybe eleven years…” She shrugged, pausing her stirring. “Ever since I graduated med school.”
“So that makes you… thirty now?” He ventured carefully.
“I wish…” She smiled and took a mouthful of stew.
“Thirty-six?” He grinned, raising his eyebrows.
“Bingo.”
“You look seven-eight max.” Rochester gave her a bright smile.
“Now you’re flattering me, young man.” She wagged the spoon at him.
“Well, I’m beginning to enjoy your company… and I think I just might find this place bearable.” The young dark haired man took a deep breath. “Lord knows, it’s been a harrowing few weeks.”
“So what went wrong?” She touched his arm.
“I tell you soon enough, just need some time to settle down here first.” He eyed her slender fingers on his forearm.
“Well, it looks like you’ll have plenty of that.” She drew her hand away and leaned back on the chair.
“Yep, I’m here for the long haul.” He nodded, his eyes straying to her ample bosom again.
“And you can have me for company for some of that haul.” She offered, clasping her hands together.
“Thank you, Nurse Swanson… Della.” He smiled, feeling a whole lot better than he had in over a week.
“Oh, now you’re making this old gal blush.” The red haired nurse laughed softly.
“Old?” Rochester slapped his forehead. “You could give Miss Teen America a run for her money.”
“Now I can’t tell if you’re flirting or teasing.” She gave him a petulant look.
“A bit of both.” He laughed, reaching out to touch her hand.
“Well, Doc, great meeting you… hope your stay here is better than what you’ve had before.” She pulled her hand away and stood up. “I’ll be seeing you again soon… it’s time for my shift.”
“Thank you, Della.” The young man smiled tightly. “See you in the morning.”
He watched the woman walk away. She was rather sexy for her age, and kept herself in great shape. She would probably be the only woman he would get to know now for the rest of his life. He had a day off each fortnight of course, where he could go out and enjoy the surrounding countryside and the little towns near the sea. But then there wasn’t much he could do in just two days in a month when it came to finding someone special. This was a life sentence, whether it was officially documented or not, that much he knew. If only things didn’t go as they had back there in New York. Everything he had, he achieved himself with his hard work and it all came to nothing because of some stupid fool of a technician. But she was a lovely young thing.
“Oh, well.” He sighed, getting up and walking out of the eating hall. “That’s life I suppose… nothing lasts forever, and neither will this… I can hope.”
Strolling through the dimly lit corridors, he found the little room with a single attached bath assigned to him. It was directly above the clinic, on an adjacent wing and from the only window he could see the clinic. She would be in there now, all night, working her shift. He liked the woman. At least she wasn’t being pretentious, or so he felt.
The room had a desk and chair by the door and a short shelf of books beside it. A small bed and another chair made up the rest of his furnishings. A metal wire attached to nails on the walls stretching across the room was to be his wardrobe. He shook his head; memories of his extravagant condo in the high rent district mocked his present situation. He slumped down on the chair and took a volume from the shelf behind the desk. Reading might help him relax, as it often did when he was in med school, not too long ago.
“Damn it to hell.” He cursed, slamming the book shut after a while.
He closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair. Della Swanson’s lovely face floated before his mind’s eye. She was smiling, pouting, her green eyes twinkling. The rest of her filled his mind; he let his imagination divest her of her starched uniform. He hadn’t seen a woman like her in weeks. His breathing grew heavier, and a familiar pleasure of fullness made him sigh out loud. He glanced down at the bulging tent in his trousers and groaned. Who was he kidding, he told himself; she wouldn’t be interested. She was just being kind and friendly to a newcomer, that was all there was to it.
But then she was an attractive woman and he could do with her whatever he liked, in his mind. He took his thick uncut cock out and began to stroke it, visions of her full, rounded breasts and ripe curves dancing before his eyes. Her thick, luscious lips would feel like heaven on his cock, he
was sure as he increased the intensity of his strokes. He stood up and walked over to the window, his hand still working his erection. The lights in the clinic had been turned down low. Was she sleeping on the job, he wondered with a grin. It would be great to catch her red-handed and then make her squirm with a lecture, as he had done with all those sexy young nurses back in the big city.
Of course he had no reason to go and check up on her, she was the veteran there and he the newbie. Then suddenly he realized that he had forgotten his satchel and suitcase in the clinic when he was there earlier. All his clothes and papers were in there and he just had to get them. Stuffing his still rigid organ back into his pants, Rochester grabbed a tiny flashlight and stepped outside. He walked softly down the stairs and stepped up to the service entrance of the clinic.
