“Now suck on it, damn you!”
Having all that shit wiped off on her hair was disgusting, defiling in the extreme. It made her hate him more than if she’d gone ahead and licked it off his prick. At least his cock wasn’t quite as horrifying to her as before. She could see the way the big blue vein on the top of his cock jerked with his pulse. The tiny veins on the sides of his steely, reddish prick were all standing out in bold relief. This was more like it.
She closed her eyes and plunged down on his prick. The purpled head vanished between her lips and the rest of the cock slowly followed it into her mouth. She licked and sucked and twisted her head. Getting all traces of the shit removed was her first task.
It wasn’t easy. It wasn’t good. And she hated every second of it. The degradation was almost too much for her to bear. But she kept going until she tasted the familiar, tangy, musky maleness of his prick.
Her tongue began working overtime. She cradled his entire cock with her tongue. Slurping and licking, she ate inch by slow inch of the cock all the way back down to the man’s balls. She had his entire prick buried down her throat.
Twisting her head around stimulated his prick immensely. The man moaned and said something she didn’t understand. The pressure of his hands on the back of her head told her he was getting off on this in a big way. He was responding to her blowjob.
At least, she thought, he was forgetting all about humiliating her. It would be hard to do anything more to her than he’d already done. Tying her up and raping her and butt fucking her and then wiping the shit in her lustrous hair, no, he couldn’t degrade her much more than he’d done.
She pulled back and let the cock slowly slip from her lips. But all the while it was retreating from her hot, wet, clinging mouth she sucked. She sucked as hard as she could. Her cheek went hollow under the vacuum she was exerting on the man’s prick.
“I feel like you’re pulling my insides out through the end of my cock,” he almost sobbed out. “It’s great!”
She licked and kissed wetly all over the sides of his cock. She lightly nipped at the flesh until it was a fierce red. Then she soothed the skin with her wet lips, kissing and caressing.
The shaft of his prick flared out into the bag holding his balls. She lightly touched the hairy sac with the tip of her tongue. The man jumped as if she’d touched him with an electric cattle prod.
“I almost came then. God, it feels good! Keep your mouth moving all over my balls!”
She did. Her lips kissed and her tongue pressed firmly into the man’s balls. Inside the bag, she could feel his balls. She sucked in his balls and held them tightly inside her mouth.
With her lips around his balls, she totally controlled him. For one insane moment, she had visions of biting his balls off. It rapidly passed. She would have her revenge one day, in her own way. She couldn’t do what she’d been thinking to any man, no matter how terrible he was to her.
She shoved the balls out of her mouth using her rough, wet tongue. The touch she used made the man shiver in anticipation. She could sense his excitement mounting. His cock was jutting upward at a steeper angle. And the way it was shaking, it looked as if it would shoot out its creamy jizz at any instant.
If it did, she wanted to have her mouth pressed tightly onto the tip. She wanted something out of this degrading sex act. If she was going to be forced to give head to the man, she wanted the full taste of his jizz all to herself.
She wanted it all.
It would be small enough payment for all he’d done to her.
“Suck on the end of my cock, again. I want to feel that mouth of yours fastened on the tip of my prick again!”
She didn’t answer him with words. Her actions were enough to tell him she was doing what he wanted. She kissed his balls one last time and worked her way down the length of his prick, biting, kissing, licking. She didn’t miss a single square inch of his cock.
By the time she was back at the end of his cock, the entire prick gleamed wetly with her saliva. It was a shining shaft of delight for her. It was a man’s cock.
That thought firmly in her head, she clamped her mouth hard to the man’s glans. The hooded lump of his cockhead slipped easily into her mouth and she began giving it the full oral treatment. She tried to shove her tongue into the tiny slit at the end of his prick. It wasn’t possible but it gave them both an incredible surge of lust and desire when she tried.
Tongue rolling around the man’s cock, she knew he was approaching the limits of his iron control. She could feel his cock expanding with excited blood pumping into his boner harder and harder. Her licking made his cock so stiff, she knew it had to be painful to the man.
If he didn’t get off, he’d get a real set of blue balls.
She toyed with the idea of stopping, of not carrying through with the blowjob. Again, her own wanton desires betrayed her. She wanted to taste his come. She had to get him off to do that.
“I’m real close to the edge,” he said. “Damn close. Oooooh, that suckin’ mouth of yours is driving me crazy!”
His hips shot forward, stuffing his prick into her face. He was out of control now. He couldn’t stop himself from face-fucking her.
She didn’t care. She loved it. The feel of his prick sailing into her mouth, past her soft lips, across her tongue, all of it was super for her. She kept up a steady, intense suction on the tip of his prick so that he would not slip free from her mouth.
Her tongue was pressed into the end of his cock when she felt the pin-prick hole expanding. His climax wasn’t far behind.
But again he robbed her, humiliated her. He jerked his cock from her mouth before the first tide of fiery jism erupted.
He came in her face. The white cum mixed with the shit already there into a smelly, hideous slime. It began dribbling across her forehead and down her cheeks.
She felt her own tears adding to the flood on her face. She hated the man. She was sorry she hadn’t taken the opportunity and bitten his balls off. But that was water under the bridge. She’d had her chance and missed it. But there would be other times.
“God, it feels good after being up all this time. You’ve got a real hot mouth. Almost as hot as your asshole and cunt.”
He cut the adhesive tape binding her wrists, then commented, “I really should dock your pay for being out of uniform. And so unsanitary, too. That hair is a mess. Best shape up, Miss Martin.”
She was so angry, words wouldn’t come. The nurse watched him leave the examining room, singing a tuneless song.
CHAPTER NINE
Rubbing her wrists produced tiny needles jabbing into her flesh as the circulation slowly returned. Nancy looked around and found her discarded uniform. It was almost in tatters. Dr McPhearson hadn’t been gentle when he tore it off her. The buttons were all around the floor and the remnants of the uniform certainly weren’t up to office wear.
The patients would certainly wonder what was going on if she tried to wear what the doctor had left behind for her.
She clutched the rags to her body and hastily left through the back door so no one would see her. Nancy didn’t have the nerve to face Dr. Preston with what had happened. She knew Dan and Dr. McPhearson were old friends. Dan might not believe his good buddy had done this to her.
And if he did believe it, he might think she’d provoked the man.
Also, she needed some time to think. The nurse had trouble with the simple fact that she’d actually enjoyed the horrible things he’d done to her. Just being tied naked to the examining table had been a turn on for her. She couldn’t fully understand what the big thrill was for her.
She shook her head, disarrayed hair flying in a thousand directions to make a brown halo around her head. She ran a hand through her once lustrous hair and found it partially caked and matted with her own shit and the doctor’s drying cum.
That she didn’t dig at all. But being tied up before he’d made her beg for his cock, that had been fun!
Luckily, she had
a spare uniform in the car. It was dirty and had been destined for the laundry, but better to show up in a dirty outfit than one in which all the buttons had been torn off.
She looked down and saw her tits brazenly thrusting out through the ripped material. Smiling a little, she wondered how many of the patients would suddenly develop new ills just to make another appointment. She could be one hell of a drawing card for the two doctors, as if they really needed the business.
Looking around assured her no one was in the area. In the backseat of her small foreign car, she changed uniforms. For a while, she felt like a teenager again. Getting dressed in the back seat of her car was like fucking at a drive-in movie hard to do gracefully.
Still, she managed to change and went back into the office. The thought of facing Dr. McPhearson wasn’t a nice one. Her mind worked on things she could do to him to get even. Biting his cock off would have been a nasty thing to do, but it wasn’t quite the punishment she wanted to give him.
For the defilement he’d dished out to her, he surely deserved something special.
“That’s all for the day, Marv. Why don’t you buzz off and let me finish up around here? Won’t take me too long,” Dan was telling his partner. Nancy hesitated until she heard the raping doctor leave.
Then she went into Dan’s office and confronted him. She had to find out why she felt the way she did.
He looked up, saying, “God, you look a fright. It doesn’t took as if you’ve changed uniforms in a month. And you looked so fresh this morning. What happened?”
“Dr. McPhearson’s left for the day, hasn’t he, Dan?”
“Yeah. He’s got surgery early in the morning. What’s that got to do with anything?”
She decided to put her cards on the table and tell him at least tell him part of it.
“So then he raped me. He tied me down to the examining table with adhesive tape and then he raped me.”
“Just like that?”
“No, Dan, not just like that. He raped me up the cunt, then screwed me up the asshole and finished off making me suck him off. I tried to get some of the shit and jism out of my hair. That’s what makes it look so tacky at the moment.”
“I can’t believe it, Nancy. Really. I’ve known Marv for a long time and he doesn’t have to get his kicks doing things like this. Hell, I’ve seen him go into a party and home in on the foxiest chick there. And she really dug it, too. He’s a handsome man.”
“Yes,” she reluctantly admitted. “And I enjoyed part of what he did to me.”
“What? Come off it, you couldn’t have. Not if he raped you.”
“I enjoyed the part about being tied up and feeling so damned helpless. I couldn’t escape him. I couldn’t move! And I loved the way it made me come alive. My cunt was all watery and…”
“And you’re afraid this is something evil, huh?”
“Something like that.” She perched her ass on the edge of his desk, but for the first time, she couldn’t look him in the eyes. For some reason, this conversation was embarrassing to her. She had to admit she enjoyed the humiliation dished out to her by Dr. McPhearson.
“It’s not too unusual. Really, Nancy. As long as nobody’s hurt by your little fantasy, why worry about it?”
“I shouldn’t have enjoyed it.”
“The fucking or the part about getting tied up!”
“Both. Neither. I don’t know.”
“Okay, let me explain a little about fantasy. We all have them. I have some dandies of my own. I enjoy the thought of maybe fucking a lovely French actress. And the thought of tying her up and then fucking her makes it even bigger a turn on for me. I don’t know why and it doesn’t matter. It’s all the way my head’s wired up.”
“So if I like being tied up, that’s normal?”
“Sure. Simply because no one can define what’s normal and what isn’t. I say, as long as you’re not hurting anyone or forcing them to do something they aren’t into, great! Do it!”
She thought about that for a moment. She had been forced to submit to Dr. McPhearson. She knew that was wrong but if she gained a little insight into herself because of the experience, it might be worth it in the long run.
“I’ll tell you another of my pet fantasies. I love the idea of a woman dancing, in dim light, slowly taking off her clothes until she is wearing nothing but a garter belt and her stockings. Then I fuck her.”
He looked at her as if he was expecting something to happen. She thought he was afraid she’d laugh at him. Then she knew what he wanted. He wanted her to turn down the lights, slowly strip and then let him fuck her.
The thought of getting Dan hot by a strip tease appealed to her. She enjoyed her body, enjoyed moving to display it. With a single fluid movement, she went over to the light switch and flicked off the overhead lights. All that remained was the doctor’s desk light, which filled the room with a pale light.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked.
He settled back in his chair and nodded. She saw his hand reach down toward his crotch. She figured he was busy fumbling out his prick to begin beating off.
But she wouldn’t let him get that far. She didn’t want to waste a single precious drop of his pearly, hot jism. She wanted him to finish off his fantasy and actually fuck her. Then she was dressed only in her garter belt and stockings, cunt widely exposed to his lusty prick.
She made a slow turn for him so he could see her from every angle. Arms held even with her shoulders, she displayed her flaring ass and thrusting tits for his lustful gaze. Then she lifted one leg and straightened it in his direction.
Placing her heel on his desk, she gave him a clear view all the way up to her crotch. He could see the white haze of her stocking, the white cotton panties covering her bush, the blush of her skin so close to her cunt.
Spinning away, she began unbuttoning her blouse. One button came free, then another and another. She danced away and found the switch for the office radio. She turned the radio on and let the soft music fill the air while she slipped first one shoulder, then another free of her uniform.
“You’re turning me on,” he said in a low voice. It was getting husky with sex. He was anticipating the time she would be naked enough to allow him to fuck the hell out of her.
She was thinking about that, too. It took a lot of effort to keep from ripping off the uniform and standing boldly naked in front of the man, daring him to fuck her. She wanted to make this slow, sensual, a huge turn on for him.
She wanted his cock to be at the breaking point when he fucked hard and deep into her already juicy pussy. Nothing less would do for her. To have to suck him hard or wait for him to get an erection would take the edge off her own blazing desires.
She wanted cock and it had to be steely and long and as hard as it could possibly be.
She gracefully unhooked her bra snaps in the back and let the elastic bands snap forward. With her shoulders hunched, she was able to hold the cups over her tits for a moment longer than the man had thought she could.
He came half out of his seat. She saw his long, red iron-hard boner. This was his fantasy but the sight of that cock all ready to fuck made it hers, too. She decided she liked getting her man hot and bothered like this. It certainly made her cunt water and begin to dribble out its juices down the inside of her tender thigh.
“God, so pretty! I can see the shadows all over your lovely tits. I wish I could play with them, too. The way they jiggle and bounce around!”
“Want to play with my poor little titties? Come closer, closer!”
She moved like a snake. Wiggling closer and closer, she was almost within the man’s reach. But when he tried to grab her boobs, he found she was a fraction of an inch too far away. She laughed and jumped up and down, causing her jugs to sway provocatively.
“Soon, very soon now,” she told him. “It’ll all be yours. My lips and mouth and tits and ass and cunt!”
She gave a huge wiggle and the uniform dropped away. She stood almo
st naked in front of the man. All she had on was her panties and the garter belt and stockings.
Stripping off the panties proved to be a problem for her. She found that they were already completely drenched with her fuck fluids. She was so eager to get naked for her man’s cock, she almost flung them to the floor.
But she didn’t. She made it slow, teasing, tormenting in the extreme to the man watching her strip. It paid big dividends. The look on the doctor’s face as her bush slowly came into sight was worth a dozen fuckings by some inept bozo’s prick. The sexual tensions building in her cunt were reaching levels so high, she felt the lightest touch might set her off.
“Christ, oh, Christ!” he said over and over. “Such a beautiful pussy! I want to stuff my cock all the way up it and fuck like hell!”
“What’s stopping you, big boy?”
She held out her hands as she lightly danced backwards, hips swaying, tits flopping around. The light from the desk lamp played all over the metal snaps on her garter belt. Light rays reflected and danced with the moving nurse.
She was everything he could have wanted in a woman. She was beckoning him to come into her arms. Her tits were firm and wantonly naked. The garter belt holding up her stockings outlined her bush so that the man had no trouble at all seeing exactly where he wanted to stuff his prick.
He was around the desk in a flash. Nothing mattered to him now more than taking the strip teasing nurse up on her invitation. If her cunt needed a prick crammed into it, he knew exactly where to find such a prick.
It was jutting hard and needful from his groin.
“Don’t run away,” he begged. “Stand still!”
“Dance with me!”
He caught her up and, pulled her savagely to his body. He felt her rock-hard nipples poking into his body. This told him exactly how aroused she’d gotten. When she laughed, she made certain her pointy, pink tongue slowly circled her ruby red lips afterward.
Jamming her hips into his pelvis told him all the rest. She was as horny as he was. She wanted to be fucked. Her cunt was longing for his cock. And he’d give it to her!
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