She went in to Dan’s office to give him the news. She had to be tactful about it. Dan and McPhearson were friends.
“Dan? I need to talk with you for a few minutes.”
The grim look on the man’s face told her the agent who had arrested McPhearson had already spoken to the man.
“About Marv? I know. God, how could I have been so wrong about that mother fucker? Stealing dope like that! He’s the last one in the world I would have suspected of being a dope dealer.”
“Don’t take it so bad, Dan. You made a mistake taking him in as a partner. There are other, reputable doctors who’d jump at the chance of coming into this practice with you.”
He looked up at her, and smiled a little. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Maybe I can help you forget all this,” she suggested. One of her buttons had mysteriously come undone. A second one followed as her tits pressed firmly against the stiffly starched uniform. The man could see the white swell of her ample tit beginning to strain against the thin black fabric of her lacy bra.
“I doubt you could take my mind off it.”
“Sure, I can!”
“Bitch! Argue with me, will you!”
He surged around the desk so fast, he was a blur in the nurse’s vision. He threw her to the soft, deep-pile rug and ripped open her blouse. The buttons went spinning crazily all over the room. With another jerk, he had her bra in his hand, looking at the fragileness of it.
“Slut! How dare you suggest I fuck you!”
“But, but, master! I beg you!” She was breathing hard now. This was better than she’d expected. He was giving her the sex she wanted, sure. She could see the big bulge of his cock straining against his pants. But he was also giving her the extra thrill of being forced into a subservient role.
If she was lucky, he might even tie her up!
“You make me sick. All the time, sex, sex, sex! You’re a fuck-addict. And I’ll show you how to cure an addiction like that!”
“How? With that lovely, big cock of yours!” she suggested.
“This?” he said, pulling his prick out and holding it in his hand. “You mean you want this? Hell, it’s only yours when I want to give it to you and not a Goddamn instant before!”
He jerked her uniform totally off her, leaving her clad only in panties, garter belt and stockings. She lifted her hips off the floor and hastily wiggled out of her cotton panties while the man was shucking his useless pants. She didn’t want anything getting in the way when he drove into her soft, wet, hot cunt with that ugly red fuck stick.
“Those stockings!” he bellowed. “I hate them!” His fingernails scraped her legs as he ripped the one on her slim left leg off. He yanked it down over the smooth, firm flesh of her thigh and across the tapering calf. Then he looked at it, smiling a little.
With a movement faster than she could follow, he had her rolled over, onto her back and had snared her wrists. He tied her hands together with her very own stocking. And while she was face down on the rug, fumbling hands grabbed her ankles and lifted her off the ground.
Bound as she was, she had to turn her head to one side. She couldn’t see what was happening, not very well. But she could feel. He was pressing her weight down onto her tits. She could feel them pulsing, throbbing, begging to be sucked and fondled.
That wasn’t going to happen. Not the way she was tied up. And he was moving between the vee of her legs. Holding her like an upside-down wheelbarrow, he moved toward her crotch.
She felt her pulse race. He was going to fuck her in this position! Never had she felt more helpless, more dependent on a man. He could literally do anything he wanted to her and she would be unable to protest.
As his cock drove into her cunt, she gasped. Somehow, being tied with her stocking as she was made it all the more thrilling to her. The cock wasn’t merely a hot, throbbingly virile cock. It was as if every man in the world was having a chance at fucking her. All that joy was rolled up into the prick surging up into her cunt now.
He bounced her up and down using his hips. Then he rocked her to and fro as if lifting a wheelbarrow. She was powerless to escape. The man’s prick filled her steamy hot, juicy cunt to overflowing. Her hands were tied and he was driving her facedown into the floor. She couldn’t even kick out and try to escape. His hands held her legs too firmly.
“How can you do this to me?” she sobbed, tears of joy running down her face. She had to protest.
She had to play the game. Only in that way could the nurse get the full benefit of this fucking.
“I do what I wish. Silence, you dumb cunt!”
He grunted harshly and his cock began sailing deeper into her twat. She had never been fucked this way before. His cock was stroking across virtually untried cunt walls. He was burning her up with friction of his cock against nerve endings she hadn’t believed to exist.
It was the best fucking she’d ever gotten.
Her body began to quiver as the sexual tensions in her belly grew. She felt as if she would explode from the pent up desires. Every time he fucked into her cunt, he twisted and turned and made her come even more alive.
It was a huge orgasm. It made her feel more like a complete woman than anything ever had before.
As she came down from her fuck-high, she knew he was going to send her blasting off into orbit again. His cock was relentless. He was pistoning into her cunt with the force of a machine.
He hesitated a little at the end of every stroke, his cock bouncing and hammering as it lay buried all the way up her twat. She could squeeze down and feel the contours of it. The thick, broad head was pulsing with life. The sides of the meaty shaft were lined with veins, all throbbing to a song of lust. Lust for her, and only her!
She gasped as his balls wetly slapped against her. Her crotch was drenched with her fuck fluids. Her cunt was oozing out more of the thick oils than she really needed to lubricate her pussy walls.
As he pulled out of her, she sobbed and cried and begged. He had to stay in her! Without that long, hot cock to fill her, she’d go insane!
When only the purpled head of his prick spread her pinkly scalloped inner pussy lips, he said, “Ready for the real fucking now, bitch? You’re going to smoke, I’m going to fuck you so fast and hard!”
She never knew if her flesh slid smoke or not. He gave her one come after another. She went off like a machine gun firing. Her senses reeled and she wasn’t able to focus her eyes. They were too glazed with her lust from the fucking she was receiving.
The hot fountain of his jizz spurting into her cunt set her off again. She knew he was slamming hard and fast into her crotch. His cock was burrowing deep into her softly yielding pussy as he fucked her.
Then it was all over. She felt his cock going flaccid inside her twat. It was an odd feeling. That steely hard cock slowly lost its rigidity. The limp prick slithered out of her cunt amid a flow of her cunt juice and his jism.
“That good enough?” he asked, dropping her knees to the carpet.
She rolled over onto her side and looked at him, love in her eyes. He knew what she wanted, what she needed. Not just fucking any more. She’d gone beyond that. She needed to know a man cared for her, was able to be a man to her.
Only a real MAN could pleasure her now.
Dan was showing he was that man by tying her up and then fucking her with so much power, so much skill. Her cunt ached where he had split her apart with his cock. She was aware of the dull throb from deep inside. He had built up so much friction with his fucking, she didn’t know if the dancing fires of lust would ever completely die out again.
“No, that’s not all I want,” she said.
Carefully, with great difficulty since her hands were still firmly bound with her stocking, she managed to get to her knees. Edging forward, she came face-into-crotch to the man. His dangling prick was inches from her mouth.
“Would my master want me to suck on his prick?”
Her voice was so eager, the doctor couldn’t turn
her down.
“Suck!” he commanded.
She sucked. The taste of his jism and her own cunt juice was heady. She licked and kissed and sucked until he had another hard-on.
And then he fucked her again, this time tying her ankles to the legs of a chair to make certain her cunt was always widely exposed.
She lost count of the times she came. As she bent over the chair, hands tied behind her back and her legs securely fastened to the chair, Nancy knew that she’d never leave Dan. He was what she’d been searching for and never finding.
He was a man who was bound to succeed in this world. And she loved him for it.
THE END
DN-344 MOM GETS IT ON
CHAPTER ONE
Sandy Henderson sat next to her husband, Rob, high on the bleachers. The basketball game was nearing half time, and she was already pissed off.
One of the reasons for her feeling was that her son, Joey, would not sit with them. He had gone to the lower benches where he sat with a few friends. To Sandy, Joey was not yet old enough to run off by himself in crowds. Another reason she was pissed was the fact she knew very well that Joey was intensely interested in one of the girls belonging to the cheerleading team. And she was pissed because Joey would not listen to her arguments that the girl was too old for him.
Sandy had to admit, privately, that Lori Layne was certainly something to look at. Lori was the most beautiful girl in the school. Without trying, Lori actually radiated sexuality. She had honey-blonde hair that bounced and swirled about her exceptionally beautiful face. Her pale-blue eyes sparkled with merriment, flashing in a flirty manner that came across innocently, as if she had no idea of what she was doing. Her mouth was full, always moist, with soft, warm lips. Her manner was friendly, with a smile for everyone.
Sandy looked at the girl standing off to one side, surrounded by the other girls in the team. Lori stood out, although she was dressed identically to the others. Her perky, saucy tits strained against the top of the uniform, and the short, skimpy skirt, full with pleats, only emphasized the swell of her tight ass. Lori’s thighs were slender, yet full and creamy smooth in texture.
Sandy was not jealous of the teenager’s sexual attraction. She could place herself up against the girl any time and come out the winner, or at least her equal. The real difference in their appearances, other than normal facial characteristics, was that Sandy was approaching the age of thirty, and her hair was a deep chestnut color. She was perhaps an inch or so taller, but she had swelling tits and a round ass that were as tight as Lori’s. Her legs were just as slender and smooth, and Sandy suspected that her cunt was hungrier than that teenaged girl’s.
Sandy also had been a cheerleader while in school, surrounded by horny, panting boys. Even now she was mistaken for a teenage girl often. Another reason she was pissed was the fact that Rob seemed to be taking a strong interest in the girl, too. Sandy had seen him looking at Lori with a gleam in his eyes. And she was pissed because Rob had not fucked her in three days. And if Sandy wanted anything in this world badly, it was fucking. She thrived on fucking, thought about fucking all the time. If she didn’t get a hard cock up her cunt, she used her fingers.
Half-time came, and Sandy watched her son below. He sat with his elbows on his knees, his chin cupped in his hand, staring hotly at Lori as the girl bounced and wiggled, thrashed about and screamed her head off. Sandy had to admit the girl was exciting to watch. Lori apparently made the most out of her skimpy costume and body, flashing her inviting thighs, making sure the short skirt flew about her waist, giving peeks of the tight panties that cupped her firm ass.
She also noticed that Rob was watching Lori with a hot interest, confirmed by the fact there was a bulge in his pants. The knowledge that this teenage sexpot could make Rob’s cock hard made her anger deepen. Yet, when she contemplated upon this fact, she felt that tonight she would get fucked, hopefully. It didn’t really matter what girl caused his hard on, as long as she got fucked. Sandy had never been jealous of other women, but she was jealous of Lori Layne.
Most of the jealousy was because Joey was so interested in her, and Sandy didn’t like the idea of him getting involved with a girl a few years older than he was. And she was jealous because Rob had never cared to go to these school games until he had seen Lori. Now he never missed a single one.
Sandy wondered if her son was sitting down there with a hard on, too. But of course he is, she thought. She could tell his cock was very hard simply by the way he gazed at the bouncing, twirling girl.
A sudden, unexpected burst of pleasure filled Sandy’s cunt. For a moment, she was startled by the sensation. When warm pleasure spread out, radiating between her thighs and making her cunt twitch and quiver, Sandy almost moaned aloud. She had been surprised at the feeling and could not understand. Usually she became hot and ready by slow stages, but this came over her swiftly, making her feel as if she were about to come.
Very slowly, a warm flush spread over her lovely face. She knew, suddenly, what had caused that sensation.
She had been gazing down at her son, and in her mind, he had been naked, sitting there with his cock hard, his fist wrapped about his prick, jacking off and staring at Lori!
Sandy had not realized the image had been in her mind. The realization did not frighten her, but it confused her.
Sandy did not see the rest of the game. She sat next to her husband, gazing straight ahead, but she didn’t see anything at all. Her thoughts were tumbling over in her mind with blinding speed, and now and then she would shiver. When the game ended, she found she had been sitting there with her thighs tightly clamped, and her cunt was throbbing powerfully.
Getting to her feet, she found her legs wobbly, weak. She had to cling to her husband’s arm to balance herself.
“Is something wrong with you, Sandy?” Rob asked, showing concern.
“No, I’m all right,” she replied, unable to keep the quiver from her voice.
They walked to the car, trying to beat the crowds. When Rob opened the door for her, Sandy felt such a weakness come over her she had to hang on to the door, unable to sit down. A small moan bubbled from her mouth, and she clutched at her lower stomach. She could not believe what was happening to her. But it was happening, most definitely so.
Sandy was coming!
Her legs trembled, and she closed her eyes tightly, fighting to stay upright. The orgasm was very strong, very powerful, and she seemed to come and come. This had never happened to her before, not ever.
She was aware of Rob standing next to her, holding her arm, looking at her with puzzled concern. “Something is wrong, Sandy,” she heard him say. “Are you ill? Does your stomach hurt? Maybe we should go see a doctor.”
Somehow she managed to reply. “No, no, I’m okay, Rob. Just help me get in the car. I’ll be okay, don’t worry. It’s nothing.”
She sat in the car, waiting for him to get in. A smile, soft and warm, was on her beautiful face. The dome light came on again when he opened his door, and Rob saw the expression on his wife’s face, but he didn’t recognize or understand the expression.
“I think we should find a doctor, Sandy,” he said, looking around to see if his son was on his way. “Where in the hell is Joey?”
“He’ll be here in a minute,” Sandy said, not worried about her son. That’s strange, she thought, because I always worry about him being alone. An image flashed in her mind of Joey being with Lori, his hands on her swelling tits. A soft groan came from her, but she quickly silenced it by placing her fingers on her mouth. She had almost come again!
Rob started to get out of the car. “I’ll find Joey, then I’m finding a doctor for you. You are ill, Sandy.”
She quickly grabbed his hand, holding it tightly to prevent him from getting out of the car. “No! Stay with me, darling. I don’t need a doctor. I need you!”
“But I don’t know anything about medicine,” he protested. “I’m an engineer.”
“Oh, Rob!” she sighed
. “You can be a real fool at times. Can’t you see it… look at my face, darling!” He looked, but nothing told him a thing. “You look fine to me, Sandy. Your eyes are a little bright. Perhaps you have a fever.”
“I have a fever, all right!” she snapped at him, jerking his hand up and placing it on her tits. “But that fever is inside me… on my tits, in my pussy! Oh, darling, I want to get fucked!”
Both of them looked startled. Rob’s eyes went wide as he looked at her, his mouth open. Sandy’s eyes popped and she tried to cut off the words with her hand, but it was far too late. It might have ended there, with both of them embarrassed, if Rob had not tried to yank his hand off her tit.
“Sandy!” he said, half-mad and half-shocked. She held his hand hard against her tit, and her eyes blazed. She could not stop the sudden tumbling of words now. “That’s right, damn you! I want to get fucked! With that big cock of yours, you son of a bitch! I saw that hard on during the game, and I know why you had it! But that hard on is mine, you hear? That cock belongs to me, not to that little piece of cunt with her hot ass swinging around! Goddamn you, you bastard, it’s mine!”
“Sandy, what in the hell…”
“Oh, fuck you!” she spat, grabbing for his cock, but making sure his hand remained on her tit. She had never used such language in her life, and she could not stop it now. “Fuck you, I said! That cock belongs to me and I won’t let some little teenage cunt have it!”
She closed her fingers about his cock, feeling his prick tightly through his pants.
“Sandy, not here!” Rob growled, slamming the door so the dome light went off. People were all around them, but it seemed as if they hadn’t seen what Sandy and Rob were doing. “What has gotten into you, Sandy! Stop it, now! We’re in public!”
“That’s just it!” she snarled at him, trying to pull the zipper of his pants down. “Nothing has gotten into me! Not for days! You don’t fuck me anymore, and you’re never a good fuck when you do! You don’t have any imagination, never want to experiment! You think that anything other than being on top of me is wrong! A few stabs, you come, and that’s sex! Well, fuck you, Rob! I’ll show you what sex is!”
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