He had to bite his lower lip to keep from coming then and there. The way her cunt walls crushed down all around his prick threatened to rob him of his normal steely control. He couldn't blast off his load like a teenager, no matter how eager he was.
Enjoying her tight pussy even more than he had already was the only thought in his lust dazed mind…
His hips began working slowly. Ha didn't fuck her hard and fast. Instead, he used a slow, rhythmic motion. As he pulled out, he felt a tremendous vacuum forming inside her snatch. She lifted one stocking-clad leg and worked it around his waist.
This sight made him weak in the knees. But ha had to support both their weights. He couldn't simply collapse to the floor and fuck her there. He had to do it standing up. She was a famous stripper and this was the only way she would do it.
He looked down where his cock was just barely parting the pinkly scalloped inner pussy lips. They were hard with excited blood and bulging out of her cunt mouth. The mere sight of those fiery red flaps of sex-flesh aroused him even more.
The way her cunt lips so lewdly kissed his prick was nice, but he got a trifle harder looking at the white stockings on her legs and the garter belt holding them up. He was fucking into her pussy and it was outlined by the white elastic. No artist had ever painted a more beautiful portrait.
He arched his back and thrust his prick back into the seething hot cunt. She immediately tried to crush him again with her hot, wanton pussy walls. He could feel the soft folds inside the fuck-tunnel stretching to take his prick. It pulled tight all around him and then squeezed down with a vitality all its own.
'So hot! You're burning me off to a nubbin!'
'And you're ripping me apart all the way to the chin! Shove it in deep, darling! Fuck me with that lovely prick until I can't take any more!'
His hands roamed over her back until he could find the proper places to grip her, support her, pull her lush body into his. Then he began twisting from side to side.
With his cock already pressing hard against her pussy walls, he gave her an added thrill. His bucking, jerking cock stretched her in new and different directions.
She moaned loudly and then buried her face in the hollow of his neck. The sensations assaulting her body were too intense for her to bear up under for long. She could feel the familiar sexual tension building up inside her cunt.
Every time his cock drove hard and hot into her, the friction of its fucking made her just a little bit more aroused. The way he was twitching his hips around stirred his hard, throbbing cock inside her like a spoon in a mixing bowl.
She began kissing and licking along the line of his jaw. She went back to the hollow under his ear. Her tongue flashed out. Hotly, she whispered in his ear, 'I love the feel of your cock in me. Fuck me harder!'
She tensed her leg wrapped around his waist to show him exactly what she wanted. This action pulled him a bit closer, drove his cock a fraction of an inch farther up her fuming hot cunt.
'Yes, yes, whatever you want!' he said, his voice almost too faint for her to understand.
As she rammed her tongue into his ear, he duplicated the effort with his cock going into her twat. She took the soft earlobe between her lips and lightly sucked on it. The simple action almost drove him mad, with lust for her.
She could feel it in the way his virile cock began to really lurch in her cunt. Tensing her cunt muscles momentarily held his prick motionless inside her. Then he was pulling out, her oily fuck fluids preventing her from entirely imprisoning his prick in her pussy.
'You wanted it, you're going to get it. Hard!' He locked his knees again. His prick shot up into her belly like a rocket blasting off into orbit.
She gasped, then tried to hold dawn the tides of passion smashing through her. She couldn't deny the come that was claiming her. The man's cock was too powerful, too big a turn on for her.
She came.
Rocking back and forth, tried to corkscrew it all the way, up into her throat. She couldn't be entirely satisfied until he fucked her until she smoked from the friction of his cock against her cunt. The lewd squishing noise of his fucking filled the room.
Somehow, this prolonged her come. The obscene smacking noise made her even hotter, even hornier.
'Again! Make me come again!' she begged.
The leg around his waist tightened. He pulled her body so close to his that her tits mashed flat. Only the throbbing, hard pebbles of her nipples seemed to protrude. His mouth met hers in a deep, punishing kiss. Lips bruised lips in the intensity of that kiss.
And his hips were relentless. He pistoned back and forth in her tight, hot pussy until they were both shoved to the brink of climax.
She gasped, her body clutched in the fist of another come. When the nurse's cunt convulsively clamped down on the cock inside, he lost control.
Everything worked to rob him of his jizz. Her lips on his, the tongue driving into his mouth with urgent need. The nipples pulsing hard against his chest told him how hot she was for him. And most of all, the way his trapped cock was being crushed flat by the juicy cunt stole his control away.
He began spurting out gob after fiery gob of his jizz. He whitewashed the woman's cunt completely. He had never felt more milked dry in his life.
The nurse's leg slipped from around his waist. There was no longer any need for her to hold him close. His prick had shriveled and hung limp and empty between his legs.
She kissed him one last time, then told him, 'That was a hell of a lot of fun. It made me feel sexy stripping for you.'
He smiled at her. 'See what I mean about how fantasies don't hurt anyone?'
CHAPTER TEN
Nancy stared at the paperwork in front of her, not really seeing it. Her mind was on the strange transformation that was taking place inside her. She couldn't really understand what it all meant.
Before Dr. McPhearson had tied her up and forced her to do all those horrid things, she was a naturally horny woman. She loved cock, couldn't get enough of it.
Afterwards, though, things changed in ways she was having troubles coming to grips with. She still liked cock and lots of it, but now it wasn't the same. The old zing to fucking had gone. It was replaced with a burning desire to be tied up, then fucked.
That was perverted. She shouldn't enjoy being trussed up and then balled. The simple fact of the matter was that she did. And it was making life hell for her.
She shuffled through some of the bills, filing them at random. She could find them and get everything in its proper place later. Right now, she just wanted to turn all that had happened over and over in her head.
The feelings deep inside her when she thought of being roped and made completely helpless to a man's desires set off her cunt. It began to water and soak her panties. In the old days, before she'd virtually been raped, only the thought of a good screwing caused this reaction.
Now her fantasy had to include being bound and made to beg for the man's prick.
'Miss Martin, will you see Mr. Scott?'
She looked up, startled. She didn't even know if it was Dan or Dr. McPhearson who'd spoken to her. She hastily put down the folder she was fondling and went into the examining room.
Just going into this room sent cold shivers up and down her spine. This was the table on which she'd been tied. Tied with adhesive tape and stripped naked. Exposed and raped up the cunt and asshole. And then made to lick off the man's cock.
She shuddered again at the thought. As evil as it was, it was also one which turned her on in a perverse way. She wanted more of it.
'What's the matter? Air conditioning too high for you?' the man sitting on the table asked. He was naked to
