her cunt.
There the shivery feeling collided and mixed with the warmth of the fucking. And when her slit began to pulse, she knew she couldn't hold back any longer.
She came.
Her cunt smashed down brutally on the buried prick. He had to feel as if he'd been trapped in a mineshaft and the world collapsed on him.
But she didn't care if he came or not. She was enjoying the orgasm seizing her so tight. Every muscle in her body locked, rigid, unyielding. Then, it was over.
But her climax had only stirred fresh life in the man's balls. She let the cock escape her twat for a moment. When it came rushing back into her pussy, she was lifted off the floor again. She enjoyed standing and fucking for a change. And this was certainly the way to do it.
What could this greasy brute do if he could get really good leverage when he fucked her? She shuddered, thinking about the joy he could shoot into her body.
'Almost made me come,' he told her. 'But I'm too good. I'm gonna make you really get off on my prick before I come.'
'Braggart,' she told him. 'Bet you I get you off first.'
He began to really fuck her. His shiny, filthy fuck stick, all coated with her cunt juices, was like a machine piston. He split her pussy lips and drove hard into her. She might have been taking a steel rod into her cunt.
But no steel rod had ever been so hot, so big and firm and cunt-filling. She gasped but kept her cunt muscles working on that huge cock. She gave her full attention to it. Squeezing, relaxing, twisting and rocking, she made certain he wasn't entering or leaving her cunt without a hell of a lot of stimulation most men never receive.
Her cunt literally clung to his rigid cock. She twisted the flesh around and around before releasing it, then wetly kissed the blunt tip of his cock with her obscenely pouting pussy lips.
His breath was gusting in her face. The sweat beading his forehead told her the strain he was under. She let the friction warm her guts. Her cunt was flowing with heavy inner oils now. He slipped in and out of her pussy until they were both lost in a wonderland of fucking.
When she felt his steamy hot jism smashing into her cunt, she knew she'd won their little bet. Her cunt hungrily sucked up all his cum and milked that huge pillar of cock dry.
Her cunt was still rhythmically squeezing his prick when it went flaccid and slipped from her twat.
'Damn, lady, you got the suckingest cunt I ever felt around my old prick. How you do it?'
'Lots of practice with lots of big boys like you.' She tenderly stroked his prick, then tucked it back into his pants and zipped the fly.
The man left the office and Nancy looked around for Dr. McPhearson. All she found was a thick pool of drying jism on the floor. He'd gotten his rocks off watching them, then split.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The next few weeks were hell for Nancy, both for what Dr. McPhearson was forcing her to do and for the waiting and scheming she was doing. The plan wasn't perfect. She could see ways that Dr. McPhearson could wiggle out of the carefully planned evidence she was building up against him, but it would do to get him out of her hair.
She closed the books and looked up to see a man, conservatively dressed, holding a badge out for her inspection.
'How can I help you, Mr. Hilton?' She knew why the man was here and how she could help out.
She'd called the Feds and gotten them hot and bothered over illicit drug trafficking. That was why special agent Hilton had been sent over.
'I'd like to look at the records on the office use of narcotics.'
She showed the man into a small closet-like room where they kept the records he wanted.
'Feel free to ask me for any help.'
'I doubt if this will take long,' he told her.
And it didn't. In less than an hour he was closing his notebook and exiting.
'Anything else, Mr. Hilton?'
'Where's Dr. McPhearson's car?'
'Parked around in back. The blue Cadillac.'
The man nodded and left, only to come back in a few minutes carrying a small cloth bag. Nancy didn't have to ask what was in it. She knew. She had planted the drugs in Dr. McPhearson's car before she'd called the drug enforcement office.
'Don't expect Dr. McPhearson back this afternoon,' Mr. Hilton told her. 'I think he's got a lot of explaining to do.'
'You mean…'
'I mean he has systematically been stealing narcotics and other controlled substances from the office, apparently for his own use.'
From the back, another agent came out, Marvin McPhearson struggling in an arm lock.
'I don't know how this has happened. Honest!' Then his eyes fastened on Nancy and he knew. The tiny smile dancing at the corners of her lips told him better than any amount of words could. She'd gotten her revenge on him in the worst way possible.
He was ruined as a doctor. The state medical board would revoke his license to practice and he might even serve time. She'd ruined him.
He shouted, 'Her! She's the one who framed me! She fucks fifteen-year-old boys! And she'll suck the cock of any man who comes into the office! She's a Goddamn nympho and it threatened to expose her! She framed me. God dammit, take your hands off me! She's the one you want!'
Mr. Hilton shook his head and said to Nancy, 'They usually spout off like that. Don't worry about it, Miss. We won't repeat any of that filth.'
And with that, the agents were gone and Dr. Marvin McPhearson with them.
Nancy was on cloud nine. This was perfect! She'd gotten rid of that blackmailing son of a bitch. He wouldn't be able to force her to do any of the awful things he had been, not ever again!
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!'
