Matt had been lucky enough to land the perfect job, and he loved it. There were nurses galore at the hospital who were all hot for what he could give them. His ample manhood provided them with many hours of groaning, thrashing pleasure. It was the perfect set-up for a horny young man who wanted proof of his manhood.
The nurses were sex-starved!
Instead of his being the stud who commanded them, they were the ones to work their will on his giant dong. He was at their mercy. The big cock that had had its way with so many women was now only a tool for their ravenous, hot cunts.
What a wonderful dilemma.
Matt had to face the facts of whether to let himself be used, while loving it, or bring them to bay at the end of his prick. Their soft, curvaceous bodies haunted him. Just the thought of what they could do to his throbbing cock made his head swim with delight. They could suck ecstasy out of him in a way that he would have never thought possible.
It was his choice, and it was not an easy one. He could fuck until his joint swelled or leave them alone entirely. There were so many beauties to choose from, what would he do?
The nurses did things for him that made his giant organ burst with more manhood than he had ever thought he could shoot, but shoot he did, time after time, into their waiting, wet holes.
He was the main man in that world of sexy women. H e gave them what they wanted and took his own pleasure in return.
But there was a catch there in paradise, yes, there always is. The hot nurses wanted him not only for themselves but for the other women who were in their care. His cock was at their beck and call to do with what they wanted.
Could he stand it? Would this heavy-hung man be able to provide satisfaction for the lust of an entire hospital ward of nurses and patients. He certainly had his hands, and his pants, full.
The hot nurses gave him all he could do-and then some.
CHAPTER ONE
Matt Bowen pulled himself slowly out of the beautiful woman under him. He knew she liked it. This easy, gentle withdrawal of his semi-hard weapon made her moan.
He had spent himself in her in a wild frenzy of passion. Elaine, as always, had responded to his massive thrusts with her own lurches and gyrations of firm, round hips. She was a woman who loved to feel a man coming inside of her and made no bones about it. When Matt made love to her he always felt that he was really satisfying her. Her moans and motions told him he thrilled her.
But now, now it was morning. It was great to start out his first day on a new job with a bounce in bed like this one. He laid on her and kissed her mouth and ears warmly. The desire had ebbed out of him. He had to turn his thoughts to other things now. Matt knew that if he let his heavy cock lie against her moist crotch any longer he would never get out of bed on time. He forced himself away from her warm body.
Elaine groaned as he headed for the bathroom. He was mixing the hot and cold water for his shower when he was surprised from behind. She had followed him. Her large, heavy breasts pressed into his back and began to rotate there. He could feel the prickly hairs of her crotch scratch against his buttocks.
Matt would not have thought it possible, but it happened. His penis began to respond. It roused itself from its spent condition and began to stand up. Elaines hands were roaming up and down his chest as she pushed toward him from the rear.
"Uhhh!" The breath rushed out of him as if he had been hit by a line-backer for the Jets! The softness of her skin made him feel a rush of desire in his loins. The unmistakable tingle told him that he would have to relieve himself soon.
Damn her! There was no way he could get out of fucking her now. She knew that once he was turned on he would have to take her again.
Elaine was a real vixen that way. He had known her for nearly six months now. She was a model in the city and had the shape and looks that proved it. They had met at a party uptown. Both of them had stayed late and gotten very high. Going home together had just seemed to be the logical thing to do.
From that first night until now they had shared a perfect relationship together. It was sex, pure sex that held them together. They liked each other in bed and that was what kept them going. Elaine did not want any commitments or real involvement with him. Matt was happy with that arrangement. It was fine with him to see her a few times a week to fuck his brains out.
They did make a striking couple together, though. Her tall, shapely figure next to his firm, muscular build was perfect. Her straight, shoulder-length blonde hair complemented his slightly curly, black head of hair and dropping mustache wonderfully. Matt was appreciative of the fact that he had done all those calisthenics for his old football days in school.
At thirty, he still had the build and strength of a practiced athlete. His love of liquor, women and easy living did not show in his body or his clear, penetrating blue eyes.
He had never had any trouble with women. His only problem, like with Elaine now, was how to keep them away. He was torn between trying to get to work on time and taking her for a good thumping right there in the bathroom. But his cock would have something to say about his decision. It was already hardening and beginning to stick straight out.
"Ummm, don't go yet, Matt."
"Shit, Elaine, do you know what the hell you're doing to me? I've got to get going and you're driving me wild."
"Oh, poor baby. Let me help with that hard-on."
With that, she unglued herself from his back. He could still feel the outline of her nipples and where her scratchy crotch had been. The absence of those feelings made his cock throb. But he was not to go for long without relief. She came in front of him, wrapped one hand around his growing cock, and tugged him gently toward the shower. She was using his sturdy prick like the handle of a pull-toy. There was nothing he could do but follow her firm grasp into the shower.
Not that he really minded, Elaine looked delicious. Her naked body, so warm and alive, was nothing to be rejected when it was being offered so sweetly and playfully. He stepped into the shower and pressed his body close to hers. They kissed long and longingly while the needles of the shower spray whooshed down on them.
Her fingers were probing lightly around his buttocks and the crack between them. It made him shiver. Goose-bumps began to appear on his thighs. He held her tightly while his hands began to knead at her breasts. He loved to feel them. Firm, nipples erect so they were hard. Wonderful!
His rigid cock pressed against her thighs. She opened her legs for him. The thick shaft slid between the wet flesh until she gently closed her legs to hold him there. The taut, bulbous head was sticking out from between the bottom of her ass cheeks in back. Water poured down on it. He felt it dribbling off the end. It was more erotic than being buried deep in her cunt!
Her mouth opened wider and she sucked his tongue full inside. He probed her deeply. Then she began to move her hips back and forth against him. The motion pulled at his huge cock. Her thighs pulled to and fro against it. The skin on the head slid as she glided around him.
The pressure of her strong thighs on his prick made him gasp. With her crotch hairs tickling him on top, her cheeks moving over the head of it, and her thighs pressing around it, his cock was hardening like a piece of steel. Elaine knew what she was doing to him. She could feel his rod growing down there.
She loved to tease him. Her fingers began to probe for his tight, rarely used sphincter-opening. Just the tips rotated around that closed, puckered hole. It tickled. He shivered from the light rasping of them here. She used one hand to part his cheeks while the other roamed around trying to find a way to get into him.
'Take it easy, baby, do you want me to go off before I even get my pecker in you?"
"Relax Matt, enjoy."
"But you're really getting to me!"
"It's okay. Come on, can't I get into you for a change?"
Her breathy whispers in his ear had not helped. The roar of the shower and her body pressed against his was making his cock throb for release. He could feel his scrotum was beginning to tighten up. His balls became like hard rocks and pulled up under his huge rod.
His reflexes took over. He began to thrust his hips toward her in a slow, steady rhythm. Her finger had found his rear-entry spot and was beginning to force its way inside. He felt the pressure as she parted the puckering hole.
Tingles of electricity began to shoot through him. His rectum seemed to be on fire. The excitement of waiting for Elaine to accomplish her purpose and get inside of him was almost too much to bear. He clung to her tightly. Their lips were roughly rubbing together, their tongues searching for the depths of their mouths. Matt's head began to reel with passion.
He was a mass of sensation. Nothing existed or mattered anymore except for the feelings he was experiencing now with this beautiful woman. Her finger pressed forward. His ass gave way. With a slurp from the drenching of water all around, her finger entered him from behind.
He groaned and fell forward against her, pinning her to the side of the shower wall. His knees had turned to jello. The exquisite feel of her finger wriggling in his ass was too much. She was entering him farther and farther so that pressure was put on his manly weapon from inside. It was a thrill that he had never felt before.
Elaine held onto his swollen cock more tightly now. Her thighs clamped around it. Their bodies slid against one another from the pouring water of the shower. The tingles swept over them. The more they pressed tightly together and the farther her finger went into his ass hole, the more he was ready. Matt felt the swirling eddies of his manhood swell in his balls.
He had to get inside of her now. His prick was beginning to throb for release. The head of it was distended and slick from water and the first dribblings of semen from the opening slit on the tip of it. He tried to move so that he could get into position to stick her with it. It would not be long now.
But Elaine eluded his posturing to get into her box. She was a willful woman and had not yet finished doing what she wanted to with him. As he moved she gave a mighty thrust, crouching just slightly, and drove her finger up into his ass to the knuckle!
A mighty groan and gasp rushed out right from the pit of his stomach! His hips slammed against her hard! His cock hardened and spurted one, thick, white stream of sperm through her legs. She dug her nails into his ass and clung to him. Her fingers began to rotate and pull back and forth in that tight hole. She was fucking him. She was finger fucking him in the ass.
And he loved it. The feeling of her finger wriggling and tingling at the very base of his desire made him feel like he was impaled on a firecracker. She thrust in and out of his spasming hole faster and harder with each of his moans.
His hips were lunging wildly into her. His cock was pulling back and forth between her legs. His mind was ablaze with images of the Fourth of July. The roar of the water, the feeling down in his sex equipment was overwhelming.
And still, she did not stop. As he was beginning to feel another glob of semen frothing in his balls and getting ready to squirt along his massive, pulsating shaft, she moved. She braced her legs on the sides of the tub around the shower and hoisted herself so that he could enter her.
Unsheathed from her thighs, his cock was subjected to the prickling needles of the shower water. It nearly drove him mad. His cock reared in the air like a rain-soaked stallion and shot out another load of creamy sperm that splatted Elaine right on the nipple of her breast.
She giggled wildly, took her free hand, and grabbed the pumping cock as it thrashed in the steamy, roaring shower. Her touch was almost fierce as she pulled him roughly toward her gaping womanhood. In an instant, the beating sharpness of the water on his thick shaft was gone. Suddenly, he was engulfed by her warm, soft cunt.
The change in sensations was too much. His cock squirted and spurted inside of her. Her cunt muscles contracted her moist velvety tissues around him even better than her thighs had. It was great. He grunted and roared like a lion.
Wave after wave of orgasm swept up from his balls and out of his throbbing, driving cock. Her finger pulled in and out of his ass and worked all around in him. What a reaming he was getting from her wiggling.
Again and again, the burning, churning sperm splashed into her waiting cunt. Hp was slightly below her and slamming up into her with all the force he could muster. Her finger drove him from the rear to pummel her like a jack hammer with his stiff cock.
Elaine now began to moan with him. It was pandemonium. The roar of the water, the slapping sound of their hips from their sopping wet bodies, and the moans and whines of pure desire.
Matt felt her cunt begin to contract on his cock harder and harder now. She was kneading his spurting weapon like a hand milking a cow's udder. Her lovely soft vagina was actually sucking and pulling everything out of him that he had to give. Again he felt the surge from his balls. Again his sperm drilled into her so that she was filled with his liquid and his hard cock.
Her head thrashed from side to side as the electricity of orgasm overtook her. The finger that she had been rotating inside of his ass moved faster and harder now. She had forced another finger into him. He nearly lost his footing on the slippery floor of the tub. He was being stretched from the rear in a way that put even more pressure on his prostrate.
This was almost too much. Her frenzied climax was forcing him to come again. His cock nearly ached from all the squirting it had already done. But again, he slammed her hard and let her have it with all the seed his balls could produce.
He hardly felt her nails dig into his ass cheeks as she screamed into his ear. She had felt the force of his semen slosh into her so far back that it felt like it bathed her ovaries. He grunted and thrust into her as far as he could. His thick cock throbbed in her. His balls were pressed tightly against her flesh. He rotated, her impaled her hard. One last thrash and thrust.
They clung to each other. Matt could not even hear the water anymore. There was only the drone of pure pleasure, orgasm, moans in his ear, all mixed together. Her fingers had eased out of his ass hole. He groaned from their absence. He had never felt anything as good as that. He felt widened and wonderful back there.
His cock had slipped out of her, she had come off the edge of the tub to stand in front of him and just hold him. He felt her large breasts press against his chest as they embraced. What a fuck. What a way to start the day twice!
But then he remembered. He had to start work at a new job today. He had forgotten all about it. But that was no wonder at all with the wondrous fucking he had had all morning. Now he would really have to hurry. He kissed her once more. He thrust his tongue deep into her throat and felt her respond in kind.
* * *
When he arrived that morning, and saw the schedule for the day that was posted he wished that he had never come to work. His memory took him back to the lovely, warm woman he had left at his apartment. The squalor of the industrial, low-income-residential section he was in now was stark by comparison. He looked around at the filth on the street and, almost as a defense against it, thought about the fuck he had in the shower. It made him feel his cock going slightly hard again. It had been too wonderful, but now, now he had to work.
He walked slowly toward the hospital.
* * *
Matt had gone to a small liberal arts college in the midwest. He had earned a reputation as a man who knew how to handle himself with the opposite sex. And at the college there were hundreds and hundreds of good-looking girls at the perfect age for sex young enough to still have all the freshness and spring of youth, but old enough to feel comfortable about sex, old enough that Matt didn't feel like he was tricking them when he seduced them.
In high-school Matt had enjoyed sex and enjoyed the games he played with the high-school girls. But when he got older he felt silly trying to get the high-school girls into bed with him.. They seemed so naive and full of silly notions.
As he reached his final year of screwing around in college, Matt managed (partially due to a woman he had fucked with who worked in the Registrar's Office) to get his credits together, and he received a B.A. in Psychology.
Matt often chuckled that if they had offered a degree in Fuckmanship, he would have gotten one, MAGNA CUM LAUDE!
When his number came up, Matt joined the Marines rather than be drafted.
Matt had been placed in the Medic Corps when he was in the Marines. It had kept him out of the fighting, the worst of it, in Vietnam. It had also given him a saleable skill when he got back to the states. He still did not know whether he wanted to go to graduate school or just work, or whatever. Being able to push pills and work with patients in a hospital assured him a good paying job while he made up his mind.
That was why he had come to Woodworth Hospital. They were willing to pay him fourteen thousand dollars a year just because he had a bachelor's degree in psychology and a certification as a nursing aide to dispense certain kinds of medications. That was fine with him. He had already heard through other people who worked there that the hours were easy to shave and the work was easy.
They also needed a man on the team. The team was a community mental health crisis unit. There were already too many women nurses and psychologists working there, so a man could practically write his own ticket just because he was needed. It had all sounded very good to Matt. All he wanted to do was work as little as possible and collect all he money he could. This sounded like an okay way to do it.
Matt had no idea how good this job was going to be until he got there. The first person to greet him in the dimly lit corridor that led to his unit's wing was the secretary. She was a young black woman endowed with the finest features and the biggest pair of knockers he had ever seen, anywhere.
Her name was Rosemary. She flashed him a smile of white teeth that nearly made his cock jump out of his pants. He gulped loudly but covered his obvious amazement with a cough. He hoped that he could cover his cock as well if it got any more unruly.
"Come on in and sit yourself. Nobody is coming back 'til after lunch."
"After lunch? Am I that late? I thought that it was only about ten o'clock."
"It is, baby! But around here, if you start your coffee break at ten, why, you just run it on until past lunch. It's usually real slow around here."
Matt could hardly believe his ears. What a bunch of goof-offs they must all be. But he didn't really care. The less work he had to do to collect his check, the better. He started to think that he would even like working with people who swung like it sounded they did. Then, of course, there was always the fringe benefit of a great secretary like Rosemary to sweeten it up.
He liked her. She had a nice easy way about her that told him he didn't have to worry about her being some kind of blue nose who wouldn't like his getting friendly with her. But, just for now, he decided to cool it until he really got the lay of the land in this place. He was smart enough to know that things aren't always what they seem to be at first. He was not about to blow what looked to be a great set-up by moving too quickly.
He had three hours to kill until the rest of the unit returned. Rosemary was willing to help him out. She explained a few things about the unit. Then she asked him if he liked to play cards. She said that it was an important thing to know for the job. So that's how they spent the time. They played rummy and laughed a lot.
Matt could hardly believe the entire scene. Here he was, first day on the job, and all he had to do was play cards with a gorgeous secretary. She was hip and beautiful, and she knew it. She kept shooting him those sly glances that made his dick stir in his pants.
He vowed right there on the spot that he would get to her. Maybe it wouldn't be today, but he would have her before too long. As he looked at her over his cards, he imagined how her smooth, chocolate skin would feel next to his. Oh. Those breasts! And that ample, high ass looked delicious.
Matt could not help grinning into his cards. Hell, he didn't care how badly she beat him by piling up points. He couldn't keep his mind on anything except her fine body and her hot, wet cunt. He nearly laughed out loud when he thought about the next time she asked him to play cards with her. He would suggest poker, strip poker!
CHAPTER TWO
There were more surprises in store for Matt than he had expected. It seemed like his first day on the job was just the day that NO ONE was even coming back from lunch. Rosemary had received a phone call from Phyllis Moore, The nurse in charge of their unit. She had said that they all had home visits to make and would not be back for the rest of the day.
Rosemary was smiling at him as she put down the telephone. She had a sexy gleam in her eye that told him she was just as happy they weren't returning. He could hardly believe it. It looked like he was going to be all alone in that long corridor of offices with this hot secretary.
But it was still very strange to him. How could an entire team of ten people be gone for a whole day? They were supposed to be the people responsible for handling any crises that arose with patients who had to be hospitalized or were already in the hospital. How could they possibly get away with something like this? Perhaps this did not go on all the time.
Matt satisfied himself that it had to be an unusual day for this place. But Rosemary only laughed at him when he asked her that. Evidently, she didn't think it was very unusual at all. It would certainly be interesting to meet the head of this thing. She must be a real swinger for a nurse. He had always thought that all nurses were very straight-laced.
The psychologist and the nurse who had hired him seemed to be very professional people. Claudine, the head nurse at the main hospital, Queens County, had stressed that he would be involved in an innovative and stringent mental health program. He knew that this could not be strictly true, but he never expected such a high level of goofing off either.
That woman, Claudine, had been a real knock-out herself. She was the first one Matt had taken a real hot lead for. He had hoped that he would be able to make her in time. But now it looked like he would have his hands, and his pants, full with other things just as sweet, like Rosemary.
"Well, baby, looks like you're left all alone."
"Yeah. It's kind of strange. How would you like to go out to lunch since we're the only two around here."
"I'd like to, but I got to stay with the phones. I usually eat here."
"Okay, I'll go get something and we can both have it here."
"We sure can!"
Matt practically ran to a restaurant to get a carry-out for them. Shit, that beautiful woman certainly sounded like she was ready to have some fun. He almost forgot his change, he was in such a hurry to get back to her. The vision of her gorgeous black body played in his mind like an unshakeable dream of ecstasy.
She was waiting for him in one of the offices when he returned. He noticed that she closed the door discreetly behind him as he emptied the bag of the food he had bought. Tacos, soda, and some french fries. It was a strange combination, but he didn't have time to think while he was buying it. His cock was straining against his fly with the thought of being alone with Rosemary. He knew that there had to be a lump down there now. He could feel it, but he dared not look down to see it. He did not want her to think that he was that un-cool.
He sat at the desk and arranged a napkin over his lap. It would provide good cover for his growing, aching cock. But as she passed behind his chair, she let her hand fall gently across his neck. The goose-bumps leapt up and his cock shot straight out like it would burst through his pants.
If anyone had told him that he would have such a tremendous hard-on the first day at a new job, he would not have believed it. But here he was. He felt his cock growing. It was beginning to throb. The whole ridiculous idea of fucking with a beautiful woman who he would be working with really turned him on.
Her hands had only lingered a moment, but it was enough to set his balls harder under his bulging dick. He didn't know how he would ever gulp down any food now. He wasn't interested in eating anything but her fine, black meat.
She grinned broadly at him as she sat down next to him. Her skirt hiked up to her thighs so that he could see her lovely, smooth flesh. He nearly choked on the soda he was drinking. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She knew what he was thinking. How could she miss it?
Rosemary seemed to enjoy toying with him. She knew that he was hot for her. He could see that she had looked down at the napkin that covered his crotch. There was a hump in it from his huge cock underneath. She looked straight back up with eyes that shone with the sexiest 'come-hither' look he had ever seen. He ached. His cock got stiffer and stiffer in his pants.
A few more looks like the one she was giving him now and he would shoot off right in his pants. She wouldn't even have to touch him in the slightest. He could feel the taut skin on the head of his dick pressing against his shorts and pants. He was nearly fully erect now. He had to have her.
But Rosemary seemed to like making him Wait She calmly picked up a taco without ever taking her eyes off him. He watched her as she raised it to her lips. Those full, sensuous lips would feel so good wrapped around his battering ram. The thought drove him crazy.
He caught a glimpse of her pearly white teeth as they embedded themselves in he crispy shell. His eyes widened with desire. It was as if he had never seen anyone eat before. But he could not look away. She was fixing him with a smirking, enticing gaze. It was as if she was daring him to look away, and he could not.
The lettuce, tomatoes, and meat she took in her mouth were the most erotic things he had ever laid eyes on. Her mouth was slightly parted as she chewed. The pink of her tongue and the multicolored food churned together. Her tongue snaked out across her lips. His cock was throbbing for release.
He watched her mouth work on the food. All he could think about was the way that it would feel if she did that to his dick or to his balls. He could not eat. The juice from the taco was beginning to drip down his arm and he limply held it in his hand. He acted as if he were hypnotized. Indeed, he nearly was.
His thoughts and the burning sensation in his groin focused all his energies on the itch that welled in his cock. He shifted in the chair to see if another position would take some of the pressure off his balls. But even he slightest movement only brought the possibility of his having a crisis in his pants all the closer.
"What's the matter, baby, don't you like the food?"
As she spoke, she leaned forward toward him. He could see her ample cleavage with the chocolate mounds of her breasts clearly visible. That did it. His cock began to drip in his pants. He could actually feel the slit in the tip of it open and ooze out the warm sticky substance that heralded a full-blown shoot yet to come.
Rosemary saw how thing were with him and she began to feel even more of the temptress than ever before. She kept darting her sensuous pink tongue in and out of her full red lips, teasing him with every movement. She lifted her hand to her lips and began to rub them ever so slowly, round and round her moistened orifice.
He couldn't keep his eyes off her pretty face. He kept thinking how it would feel to force his huge cock between her cherry lips and have her suck his come right up out of his aching balls. Never had he felt so in need of a warm moist mouth to feed his hardened rod to.
Rosemary knew just what he was thinking and to tell the truth, the idea appealed to her as well. She could almost taste the warm meat that he was trying so hard to keep from spurting prematurely as he squirmed and twisted in his seat.
She finally took her finger from her lips and moved them slowly down her neck, over her shoulder and laid them to rest on her heaving breasts. She lingered there for some time, brushing back and forth along her nipples.
He could swear he saw the little buds at the apex of her tits jump to attention under the tender care she was giving them. She was turning herslf and him on for sure.
But as if that was not enough, she went further still in driving him wild for her. Her full lips brushed against his, lingered, and then pressed feociously into him in a passionate kiss. Matt was released from his paralysis. He pulled her close to him with both arms around her. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. There were still particles of taco on it. It was wonderfully sensuous. She was actually feeding him with her tongue.
Rosemary had slipped onto his lap. Her ample ass pressed down on his aching cock. She only had to rotate her buttocks ever so slightly and, bam, off he went. His cock shot out creamy jism all over the inside of his pants. He gasped and yanked her closer to him. She obliged by pressing down on him and moving her full hips in a circular motion.
Ohhh! He squirmed in the chair! The jerking of his cock bulged out his pants. He felt the burning sperm jolt out of him. He bounced on the chair, groaned and sucked off her tongue with his hungry mouth. Rosemary kept pressing on his crotch until his body went limp and his head collapsed on her huge bosom.
But she was not about to let him stop there. She began to play at his ear with her tongue. It darted all around the outer shell while she breathed gently and sensuously into it. Her hands stroked through his hair and made his scalp tingle. This woman had a touch like no one he had ever felt before.
Everything she did to him was perfect. She knew exactly how to make his cock begin to harden again without ever really touching him at all, at least not directly on his throbbing shaft. This was all too good to be true. His balls were tightening up again. This couldn't be the first day of a new job. How lucky could one guy get.
Suddenly things began to move very quickly. Matt couldn't even keep up with what she was doing. Before he knew it, Rosemary had hiked up her skirt and placed each of her beautiful thighs on either side of his. She faced directly toward him and put her arms around his neck.
He found himself staring right into her pendulous breasts. He could not resist them. As she pulled down her low-cut top, he hungrily yanked back her bra and suctioned his mouth over her big nipples. It felt wonderful in his mouth. The large, velvety tip hardened in his mouth. His tongue tickled all around it while he sucked it deeper and deeper into the wet recess of his mouth. He was taking so much of her in that the fleshy end of her breast as well as the stiff nipple was being stuffed into him. He loved it. He sucked on her ravenously, taking more and more of her brown breast inside.
Rosemary squirmed on his lap and reached down toward his fly. His prick was again hard and beginning to push against the material that kept it prisoner. Quickly, she unzipped him. In an instant, his cock sprang out from his pants. He felt it throb and itch as it escaped into the air. It was still moist and sticky from that first climax in his shorts.
She did not waste anymore time. She placed both hands around his swollen cock. She cupped them and began to knead it from the tip right to the base of it. He groaned with delight. At first, her touch was delicate, erotic. But, little by little, her grip became tighter and tighter. The motion of her hands was faster and faster.
Matt was aching again. The skin that covered his balls was getting tight. He felt the churning of the sperm around them. The shaft of his hot rod was etched with the large, blue veins that curled up to the tip. She traced them with her fingers. The smooth color of her skin was regal and perfect next to the crimson of his shimmering penis.
Her hips came closer and closer to him. He felt what seemed to be a heat emanating from her cunt. Could it be? Could it be that she was not wearing any underwear? Was her cunt throwing off that much heat that he could actually feel it steaming against his sensitive cock-head? Oh, yes, it was incredible!
His prick strained up to meet her. He twisted his head as he still sucked on her breast, he had to see her. He had to see what her furnace-like cunt was like. It was truly a sight to behold. Her perfectly flat stomach eased gently into the tangle of kinky black hairs that formed a triangle to her crotch.
But beneath the hairs, even from above from where he looked down at her, he could see her labia. The lips that guarded the opening to her vagina were large and fleshy. Their pinkness stood out starkly against the darkness of the skin of her thighs. They were beautiful and like nothing Matt had ever seen.
The pouting lips were firm but velvety soft. They were not loose or flabby like others which might appear to be the same as hers. No, these were exquisitely turned works of art. His prick quivered with the thought of how these fleshy pieces would feel along the sides of him as he thrust into her.
She grinned down at him. It was as if she were reading his mind. Then she slowly and deliberately began to lower her hips down toward his waiting rod. He pushed up toward her. His cock was huge and grossly swollen. He was glad that he was well hung and terrifically hard now. He could see the look of appreciation in her eyes.
It happened. The moist softness of the hanging lips of her cunt touched the throbbing head of his cock. He sucked his breath in sharply. He shivered like he had been touched with a feather on that most sensitive of spots.
But Rosemary did not hesitate for a moment to let him relish her unique cunt. She was wet and dripping herself. She was just as hot to get him inside of her as he was to be there. Her hips came down toward him. The round tip of his cock separated the protruding lips.
Shit, what a feeling. His spine straightened out like he was sitting on the hot-seat at San Quentin and had just been given a jolt. Indeed, he had been. The spasm of electricity leapt through the head of his cock and raced toward his balls. He grunted, as she pushed.
The ring of flesh around his cock-tip slid into her. Her box was well-loosened and sopping wet. She stayed at that level of depth for only a moment. Then suddenly, she let the full weight of her body slam down on his lap. His cock was driven all the way into her eager cunt. His balls slapped against her ass.
What a feeling. The extra long labia clung to the sides of his cock as he was sheathed in her. It was just like having a pair of soft tongues on either side of his shaft. The tingle began to sweep over the length of his dick. The itch was greater and greater.
She began to pump on him. She could feel his cock ballooning up in her vagina. He was heaving and grunting. His orgasm would splash out of him with a few more moves of friction against his throbbing tool.
In and out. The tongue-like lips dragged along the shaft as she pumped up and down on him. His huge, bulg-like head pressed deeply into her. He could feel the back of her vagina meeting it as she pressed down on him. Then, whoosh, out again she would drag his wet cock. In and out, her hips pounded against him.
"Oh, Rosemary, I'm going to shoot it."
"Let it come, sugar, momma's got you. Let it shoot on out of that big old rod."
"Oh, nooowww!" 'Yeah baby!"
Her cunt closed around his pulsating manhood like a fist. It knocked the wind right out of him as he felt hot, hot, burning jism jet out of him with the force of a fire hose. Rosemary yelped when she was douched with his sperm. The hot, swirling eddies creamed into her and were jostled to drip back out from the furious hammering of his cock into her.
Matt could not believe what had happened to him. He was already on his way home from his first day at work and it was only three thirty in the afternoon. Not only was it a short day, but it was a really great day. What a ball-buster. Rosemary the secretary was one fringe benefit he had never planned on.
There was nothing that could bring him down now. He felt like he was on cloud nine. His cock was nestled back in his pants. If it had a mouth, it would have been grinning. As he sat on the subway train and thought about the dragging of those loose, soft lips against his cock, he nearly got another hard-on.
He could not help but think about what he could have possibly done to deserve a day like this one had already been. Elaine had been extra sexy this morning, giving him two great fucks, and now Rosemary with the world's most unusual and strongest feeling cunt. He was certainly on a lucky streak.
But then he started to really think about those two women. It was a little odd that both of them had really taken the lead with him. They had been the ones to fuck him. Of course, he was there. His cock did the ramming and the shooting. But the women were the ones who set the pace.
Matt began to puzzle over this one. Did the women start the sex play with him because he was totally irresistible? Was it his fatal charm or flawless good looks? He knew that he was only indulging himself in wild ego-building, but it was strange. It was a bit funny to have two women in the same day fuck you. That was it, they had fucked him!
In a way, it was very flattering. He liked to think that they could not keep their hands off him. But in another way, he felt a little uncomfortable about it. After all, it did not exactly preserve his masculine identity to just follow the lead of the women who wanted to fuck him.
He just could not accept his good luck as that, good luck. There must be some way that he could test this out. Was he really irresistible? He could find out tomorrow at work when the rest of the phantom staff showed up.
CHAPTER THREE
Whether it was dumb luck, fatal charm, or the fact that women were getting bolder than he had ever known them to be, Matt wanted to see if his streak would continue. He had never had any real problems getting women, but they had never really taken matters, or his cock, so forcefully into their own hands before.
He dressed very carefully for work. This time he would be sure to get there by nine o'clock so that he could at least see the others before they took off for their three or four hour lunches. He was getting very curious to see what kinds of people they were who could take life so easy.
He was resplendent in a black turtle-neck sweater topped by a camel colored blazer. His dark slacks fit tightly in the-crotch. When he opened his jacket, a nicely bulging basket was in plain view of anyone who cared to look. He looked great and he knew it.
His second surprise with this crazy job came when he arrived at the offices and there was no one there. Was nine o'clock too early? This certainly was a strange way to run things. He cooled his heels in the hallway and waited for someone to show up. He naturally assumed that it would be Rosemary. But when the elevator doors opened, another woman stepped out.
She was short, about five feet or a little more. Her long blonde hair hung beautifully against her shoulders. She was lithe but very well endowed. Her breasts could have belonged on a woman's body twice her size. When she smiled up at him, her chisel-featured, heart-shaped face beamed. Her clear blue eyes pierced him right to his groin!
"Hi. You must be Matt."
"That's right."
'Yes. Rosemary told me all about it. Go into one of the offices so we can talk. Have you had your coffee yet."
"Uh, no."
"Fine. I'll make some."
Matt had that same feeling that he was being led again. Phyllis' lilting voice had a quality both of firmness that came from being a head nurse, and gentleness that came from being a woman. He followed her into an office, never taking his eyes from her firm buttocks that swayed as she walked. The material of her short dress clung to her and accentuated her curves.
She chatted officiously and rather rapidly about work things. She told him where his office would be, how he would have to travel with the team on home visits and to another unit in the area, and something about what they did. She described the team's working as being close to that of a fire house, some days it was very busy, others very slow.
Matt could not quite figure out what they really needed him for in the first place. If she was a nurse, and she was, she could give out any medications that were needed just as easily as he could. But when he asked her about that, she dismissed the question shortly by saying that they needed to have a man around for security reasons and the good of the patients.
He wasn't about to push his good luck. With a hot number like Rosemary and a great-looking woman like Phyllis around, he didn't care what they needed him for on the unit. He was content to stay around and collect whatever goodies he could. It made him feel very lucky, and very much the stud.
It was a little after ten before Phyllis even began to wonder where the rest of the team was. She did not seem to be particularly concerned that no one was there yet. She explained that Tuesday, like Monday, was always a slow day. The only thing that was regularly scheduled was a staff meeting with another part of the unit at one o'clock. Loose! What a set-up this place was. It looked like the staff could do anything they wanted.
Phyllis was telling Matt how lonely it could get around the office when there was nothing to do for long periods of time. He thought that it would be a good time to casually open his jacket. He wanted to see if she would react to his bulging crotch that was outlined so perfectly by his tight-fitting pants.
He swept his jacket back to hook one hand in his belt as he leaned over her desk. Her eyes went immediately to the spot between his legs, but only for a second. That was enough for him. It showed that she was interested in what he had to give her. He would love to give it to her.
Just watching her as she talked to him had made that familiar itch come back to his cock. This woman was so petite that he could barely resist the urge to crush her tightly in his arms. She must have a nice, tight box hiding there between her shapely, small thighs.
The glow was beginning to spread all over him. It started in his groin and swept up through his cock and raced up his spine. It was all too funny. The atmosphere of being so turned on in an office made it all the more erotic for him. Matt wanted to take her right then and there. But, while she was being warm to him and giving him seductive little signals, she was still being too business-like for him to really make a pass at her.
Easy does it, he thought to himself.
Just as he was thinking about an indirect approach to use on her, the sound of raucous, laughing voices filtered into the room. Phyllis looked up at him and smiled. It looked like he was finally going to get a chance to meet the rest of his new co-workers. Two women walked through the door. They were both tall and slender. Matt eyed them quickly. Not bad!
Phyllis made the introductions. The taller woman, whose breasts were slightly bigger, was named Karen. The other woman had the remnants of teen-age acne of her gaunt face.
Her figure was not much to look at. Her name was Marilyn. Well, he figured two out of four was not such a bad average. He could certainly occupy his time with Rosemary and Phyllis. There was no need to bother with these two.
Yet, when they had sat and talked for a while, he began to change his mind about them. Not that they got any better looking, it was just that their personalities came through. They were certainly the most rowdy women he had ever met. They both began to talk about sex and things that were fun to do in bed right off the bat.
Matt was surprised by their candidness. He felt that he was being let in on the kind of talk that only occurs between women when there aren't any men around. They were doing it in a joking way, but still the seriousness of what they were saying was obviously only masked.
Phyllis did not take part in the bawdy joking, although she heartily laughed with the rest of them. The talk was very risque. Karen and Marilyn weren't pulling any punches.
"Hey, did you hear they caught two patients out at the hospital making it during lunch?"
"No, I heard that it was the staff."
"Are you kidding? The patients have more sense than the dumbos who work there. All those psychologists do is sit behind their desks to beat off."
"Well, Marily, you should have offered to help them."
"Sorry, hand jobs aren't in my contract."
Matt could hardly believe his ears. Those two women talked about everybody and everybody's thing. They launched into a long discussion of whether the chief psychologist's dong was bigger than the chief psychiatrist's. Then they said that all the hospital staff needed was a good blow-job, en masse.
Phyllis laughed heartily, so did Matt. But their explicit talk wasn't helping his excited state any. He felt like he had been cheated out of making some time with his boss, Phyllis. Now these two were making him hotter by talking about cocks and boxes like they were the only things they had to think about in the world. It made him wonder what they would be like in bed.
He hoped that they would not notice the growing state of his own pecker. Hell, he had never thought that he would come to work to be so excited two days in a row. It seemed like the topic never changed. Sex was all that was on their minds. Even when they all piled into Phyllis car to go to lunch and then the meeting, the erotic talk continued. His cock was getting so stiff that he nearly had to walk bow-legged.
Matt sat in the back seat with Karen. She was really wild. A steady stream of sexual jokes poured from her mouth. Not only that, but she edged close to him in the back seat so that she could punctuate her remarks by touching him on the thigh or knee. He had to hide his cock with his jacket. This was getting to be more like torture than fun.
When they finally arrived at the meeting with the other units, it seemed like it was open season on his body. Both Marilyn and Karen felt free to touch him, pat him on the ass, or chest, or leg, whenever they felt like it. Only Phyllis kept her distance. He wished that these two would do the same. They were really enjoying themselves getting free feels out of him and passing them off as joking. Weird! They were very weird!
And that meeting, what an incredible scene that was. Out of a total staff of about fifty or sixty people, there were only ten men. He could hardly believe his eyes. Some of the women were gorgeous, others average, and some were real losers. But no matter what they looked like, they swarmed all over him like he was the king bee.
It didn't take long before things were cooking and he was ready to jerk off. This was going to be great. He didn't care that he would have to give himself a hand-job with all that beautiful female flesh out there. He had to have some release soon so that he could at least talk to them. He wrapped his fingers lightly around his cock. It made him smile. He was proud of his sturdy weapon.
He had measured his prick at a healthy eight and a half inches once when he was in the Marines. It was solid and thick now. It must have been at least a couple of inches around. He began to stroke it gently. He barely pressed on the veins that were standing up along the rod. His eyes were closed as he thought about the women outside.
Just as he was beginning, he heard the door open and close very quickly. He thought that it was just someone who had peeked in. He was not worried since the stall he was in had a door on it. It would only look like he was peeing. He was facing the toilet with his cock pointed so that his jism, when it came, would splat into the bowl or on the wall, at worst.
"Matt? Matt, are you in here?"
Holy shit. It was a woman's voice. Who the hell would have followed him into the men's room? He could not believe that anyone would have so much nerve as to have come after him in here. But someone had. He tried to recognize the whispered voice.
"Come on Matt, I know you're here."
He knew there was no use trying to ignore her. Whoever it was could easily see his feet from underneath the door. What the hell was he going to do now. There he was with his cock in his hand, just getting ready to milk himself. He tried to stuff his stiff, straining cock back into his pants.
But just as he was trying to make his hot shaft obey and get back inside, the stall door flew open. It slammed right into his back. He nearly lost his footing and did a header into the toilet bowl.
"Oops, sorry Matt, I just came in to see if I could help. Why beat alone when you can eat with company?"
It was Marilyn. He should have known that she would be the only woman to have the guts to follow him in here. She was staring at his protruding prick. Her eyes grew large when she saw it. She let a low whistle escape her pursed lips.
The tiny stall could hardly hold them both at the same time. But Marilyn would not let that stop her. She wedged her way inside and crouched down on her knees. Her mouth was at the same level as his outstretched, thick cock. Matt could hardly believe that she had just forced her way in her and was preparing to blow him.
"This sure is a imagine hunk of meat you've got here."
"Thanks."
"Uramra, this is going to be very tasty."
She was a clown. Here he was with his pecker waving stiffly in her face and she was making wise-cracks!
Matt almost got angry with her. It had been a day filled with frustration for him. His cock had been hot and ready all day long. Now, when he was getting ready to relieve himself, he did not need some bizarre woman making funnies over his cock. All he wanted to do was get off. He really did not care how it happened anymore. He just wanted to shoot his wad.
Marilyn grinned up at him with her pitted face. She certainly was no knockout. But as she took his throbbing cock in her hands, it didn't matter what she looked like. Her touch was like velvet. Matt could hardly believe that he was being touched with skin instead of cream. Ever so slightly, she stroked him.
Gently, just her fingertips played along the length of his cock. She caressed his tool as if it were some kind of super-precious object. He let his body go limp and leaned back heavily against the door. The pounding of the blood as it rushed through his rod made him pulsate all over. And as if she felt it too, Marilyn adjusted her touch with the rhythm of the coursing of his rising passion. She kissed the slit on the tip of his cock gently, almost breathlessly. He moaned. Her lips were moist and warm. The taut skin of his knob became more scarlet. The needle point tingles surged from the tip down to his balls. He felt the sac get hot and hard.
"Oh shit, that's good."
"We aim to please, chum."
If she would only keep her mouth shut, not talk that is. He couldn't stand to hear her flip, funny retorts. But she certainly knew how to handle him, there was no arguing with that. He pressed the palms of his hands flat against the door to give himself support while she continued placing soft, wet kisses on the end of his pecker.
She began to move all around on the shaft. Her lips covered every piece of tight, delicious boner. She took his rod sideways between her lips. Her tongue began to play along it. His stomach contracted spasmodically as his balls burned.
He didn't know how much longer he could keep control of himself. He wanted to splatter his load all over. But, on the other hand, he was loath to leave her sensuous ministrations. He could feel his nuts boiling with sperm. His cock was starting to jerk slightly as it winced with pleasure.
"Take it in your mouth. Suck me off."
"Oh my, but aren't we in a hurry. You haven't even had the fifty cent lick yet."
"Cut the clowning and bring me off, goddammit!"
She was driving him wild with her stalling. It felt great but he was nearly ready to burst. His prick ached to shoot.
Finally, her lips parted. She wet them with her tongue in a slow, teasing motion. Matt could barely stand to watch her. His cock was so close to her face, her mouth. Shit, why didn't she take him in? He panted heavily. His chest was heaving.
Then, oh then she did it. He felt the moist cavern of her mouth close over his knob! Heaven! He groaned deeply. His cock tingled. The sperm began to advance out of his balls. Too soon. He would shoot too soon. He had to grab her head. Yanking her mouth down over his hard shaft, he held her in place. He felt his cock-head lodge in her throat.
She was quick. She felt his rod swell with the onslaught of jism that was rushing into it and engorging it. Her tongue lapped all over the underside of him. Her mouth suddenly created a tremendous suction that came out of nowhere. He thrust deeply into her. He rammed her hard.
Marilyn's throat opened up to him while her lips clamped tightly shut to make a suction seal. He came. The hot sperm rushed into her mouth. He felt the sea of it well up and drown his throbbing, jerking prick before she had a chance to swallow.
But she did swallow, all of his cum was sucked deep down into her stomach. Again! Another load followed the first. She was milking him. Her mouth was like a wet, grasping, kneading vacuum cleaner. Her head moved back and forth while her tongue played over him like an electric cattle prod.
Her fingers reached to his balls and began to squeeze his sac in time with the movements of her tongue and head. He couldn't believe it. His bubbling, creamy sperm splattered into her open mouth again. Again, she drank it down and pressed and sucked him for more. She could take anything he jetted into her hungry mouth.
"Oh, yeah! Suck it all!"
Matt couldn't control her at all. She was brining him to wild climax after climax. He was like putty, hard putty, in her expert hands and mouth. He looked down and saw his thick weapon disappear and then quickly reappear from her joy-hole of a mouth. His lips were thrusting into her wildly. She took every wild lunge of his frenzied movements. His cock drove into her throat and out again time after time.
Her velvety lips, wet tongue, and opening and closing throat on his prick drove him mad.
He had rarely been sucked off so expertly as she was doing. His giant cock had lost none of its super rigidity. She was making him come more than he ever thought that he could at one time. Whenever he thought that it was his last load, she massaged his balls to bring him out again.
Her throat was the best he had ever felt. It actually opened and shut tightly over his knob when he was lodged fully into her. He could feel it like a cunt closing around him. But it was even better because of her juicy tongue that wriggled along the bottom of it. It seemed to never be still.
What a fuck. What a great suck job.
Marilyn certainly knew how to deliver the goods. He did not think that he had another one left in him. He almost thought that his prick would wither after the last wad he splashed into her. But she pulled another one yet out of him. His hips drove into her face. His balls rammed her chin.
She sucked him, massaged him, tickled him, stroked him with her tongue. Everything. She did everything to him with her ravaging mouth. His sperm drenched her full with swirling load after load. She did not let much of it escape her. The slippery shaft was slurping and splashing some of it onto her face and chin.
The creamy white thickness was all over her lips as she continued to suck him dry.
She continued to suck him until there was not a drop of liquid left in his balls. And only then would she stop.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marilyn yanked her head back and let his cock bounce out with a pop. Her mouth and lips were covered with his creamy sperm. She licked at it slowly, taking globs of it onto her tongue and swallowing them down slowly. He watched her, transfixed.
His wet cock hung between his legs. It was damp from the saliva of her mouth and his own semen. She leaned over to lick it dry for him. If she had not sucked him so thoroughly, he would have definitely climaxed again. But now her touch was only gentle on his limp prick, not sensuously insistent.
Matt watched her head rotate as she tongued at his pecker. He was leaning up against the door of the stall. It felt like all of his energy had been drained from him. A good blow-job was just what he had needed. Having all those women playing cat and mouse with his hotness all day had nearly given him a case of blue-balls!
But Marilyn, ah, she was worth her weight in gold. If he had her to look forward to every day at work, he certainly would not even mind putting in some overtime. What a hell of a co-worker she was going to make. It did not matter that the rest of her body wasn't too great, her mouth made up for it.
He arranged his clothing and walked out of the men's room as unobtrusively as possible. Marilyn sneaked out a few minutes later. When he returned to the meeting room, he got sly glances from some of the women. They seemed to be telling him that they knew what he had been doing.
Phyllis was the only one who would not look him in the eye. He was afraid that if she knew he had been with another staff member in the bathroom, she would be angry with him. He did not want that to happen. He still wanted to get into her box. He was absolutely positive that with her small frame, it would have to be a nice, snug fit for his pile-driver.
For the rest of the day it was easier for him to keep his cool with the women at work. He was lucky that Marilyn had done such an expert job on him. His cock would be satisfied for a while now. He was able to keep his mind on what was going on. Mostly what seemed to be happening was that he was being eyeballed by the women there.
Matt did not ever want to wake up from this dream, if that was what it was. It seemed too good to be true. He had never hoped that working could be such a turn-on. It made him wonder what other glorious surprises were in store for him. If this was only the beginning, what could possibly happen to make it better?
* * *
Bob was an old friend, but he still thought that Matt was only making it up. He could not comprehend how anything so outrageous could be going on at a state mental health agency. They were talking and drinking at his apartment. Matt felt like he needed some familiar male companionship. He was getting more than satisfied with loving from women.
"Matt, I know I should believe you, but I just can't, man. How the hell could they get away with all of this?"
"I still haven't figured it out. I'm not even sure if they just didn't hire me because they wanted a stud instead of a worker!"
"Come on, man. Things like that just don't happen in real life. There's got to be some explanation. Maybe they're just testing you to see how you'll react' You know those shrinks."
"What the hell could they be testing me for? The only thing that would fit would be a screening for a stud service!"
"Shit, that's too wild. I think that you better be careful, Matt. It sounds too fishy to be on the level."
"But what could the game be? I mean, it's not like it's an illegal prostitution ring or something. These people are all professionals for the most part. They have a job to do."
"Have you seen any of them working yet?"
"Well, yeah. The team that is out at the hospital where the patients are, they have to work. But my little outpost and this other one are kind of on their own. You know, there's no real patients around all the time. We just make house calls."
"Matt, get your ass out of there."
"What? I should leave fourteen thousand bucks a year and some sweet fucking asses? Not on your balls, buddy."
"Okay. But don't say I didn't try to warn you."
"All right you warned me, but I don't know against what. It's the greatest set-up in the world."
"Just remember, Matt, there's always a catch, always!"
Matt did not want to think about what his friend was trying to tell him. He could not believe that there was something terribly wrong with what was going on. He just couldn't conceive of what could even be remotely dangerous about it.
Hmmm, that was funny. Dangerous. Why did he think about that. There certainly could not be anything harmful in working at that crazy place. But still, he got a bit of a shiver up his spine when he thought about it. A strange feeling of fear came over him. What was it about that place?
Was Bob right? Maybe he should just walk away from the place and never look back. But hell, what was wrong with having the world's best set-up. It had been dropped into his lap. He would be a fool to turn his back on it. Shit just because there happened to be a lot of women in one place who liked to fuck was no crime. So, they were all just very liberated about sex, that's all.
Matt vowed not to worry about it. He would just be careful. He would make sure that he didn't get caught fucking anyone on the job. He would take precautions. After all, he had only had two of the women there, that was nothing. Yet, he had felt the sexy vibrations coming from all of them. Bah! Maybe it was all just his imagination. He couldn't condemn them all on the basis of what just Rosemary and Marilyn had done. But then there was the touching that they all had done to him?
* * *
Two more women showed up at work the next day, and Rosemary was back as well. She had smiled engagingly at him as she introduced him to Donna and Nancy. Phyllis had come in before him and was already seeing a patient in her office. He breathed easier. See. They did do some serious work around here!
* * *
His fears of the night before had been silly. It really only was pure luck that he happened to get a chance to work with such swinging women. It was just a lot looser here than it was at most other places. So much the better for him. He felt great about it now. His thoughts turned to getting back to Rosemary. He certainly would like to have lunch with her the way he did the other day. But when he approached her about it, she had only smiled and glided away from him. He thought that it was odd that she acted so coy. But then again, there were more people in the office today.
Marilyn would be game for another quickie, he would make a play for her. But she told him that she had to write up some reports. She did not let him leave her office, however, without licking her lips slow and long to remind him of how she had drunk down his cum.
Well, that was that. It only proved to him more that the fucks he had had before were just lucky flukes. That would not be going on all the time. He decided to go to his office and straighten up his desk. It was a depressing thing to do. The stark, cheap metal desks were so old that nothing would help them look any better.
But as he was just beginning, Donna walked in. He had not had a chance to talk either to her or Nancy when he first got there. They seemed to be good friends. Phyllis had said that they were a therapy team together. Both of them were beautiful women, but they were older, nearing forty, he would guess.
"I thought that we should come to get acquainted with you, Matt. Our office is just next to yours."
"Uh, that's nice of you, Donna, but what do you mean by we, or are you using it editorially?"
"Oh, goodness. I thought that Nancy was right behind me. Where could she have gone?"
Just as Donna began to go back out of the door, Nancy walked in stuffing her blouse into her tightly fitting slacks. Matt thought that a bit strange. It looked like she had just been coming from the bathroom or something. Now that she had her blazer off, he could see that this woman was really stacked. And so, for that matter, was Donna.
His interest perked immediately as he eyed these two tasty morsels in his office. He had not really looked at them carefully before. Now that he had. he was well pleased with what he saw. Donna had black hair. Matt glimpsed part of her nipples as they pressed out against her sweater.
Nancy was a leggy blonde. She looked Scandinavian and had the fine features to prove it. Her figure was svelte and her breasts were somewhat smaller than her friend's. Both of them hoisted themselves up on his desk to chat with him. He noticed that Nancy extended her hand to help Donna. How nice, he thought.
"As I was saying, Matt, here we are to welcome you to our little unit."
"Thank you. I think that I'm going to like it here."
"Wonderful! Wouldn't you like to come over to our office. You probably haven't seen it yet and it's much more comfortable to relax in than this one."
"Okay."
Matt could scarcely believe his eyes when he walked into their office. What a difference from the institutional squalor of the rest of the offices. Instead of the worn linoleum on the floor, there was wall to wall carpeting of deep magenta. Heavy curtains on the windows and beautiful chrome lamps made the light soft and comfortable. There was no harsh fluorescent lighting.
Their desks were small and made of teak or rosewood, he could never tell the difference. The most striking piece of furniture was a luxurious leather psychiatrist's couch that took up one entire wall. It looked soft and inviting. The atmosphere of the whole place was sensuous and warm.
"Holy shit."
"Oh, does that mean you like the way we've decorated our home away from home?"
'This is incredible. Why did you do this? It's great, but to put this kind of effort into just a place where you work is really a little beyond me."
The two women exchanged a sly glance and smile. Their hands touched and they gave each other a little squeeze. Could it be? Were these women lesbians?
"You see, Matt, Nancy and I like our comforts no matter where we are."
"Yes." Nancy chimed in. "You never know when the urge will strike you. We like to have things nice."
Good grief. They were so much as telling him that they were lovers. What was going on here. Why were they so open about it? Weren't they afraid someone would find out? They could lose their jobs over something like this.
Or could they?
Matt began to wonder about this unit all over again. What kind of a place was it that let two lesbians set up a love nest at work? They could not possibly see patients in this kind of atmosphere. It just would not be proper, he knew that.
They saw the concentration on his face and began to giggle. They fell onto the plush couch, holding their sides from laughter. He felt a little foolish. After all, he was certainly no prude. If being gay was their thing, so be it. He was a little surprised, though, when they motioned for him to come and sit between them.
Well, he thought, this is safe enough. Lesbians certainly were not going to put out a piece of ass for him. But he was wrong about that, oh how he was wrong.
As he sat between them on that lovely, soft couch, they reached across him and began to hold hands. He was taken aback by their openness with him. But when they leaned even farther and began to kiss right in front of him, he had to gasp for air.
There they were, leaning right across his lap, with their hungry lips not more than five inches from his own, kissing each other. He could see their tongues darting into one another's mouths. Their breathing became heavier and so did his. He had never seen two women kissing like this before. They were both so sensuous. Their lips played over each other like expert, moist pleasure-givers. He could feel the rising heat from their bodies radiating through their clothing onto him. Their breasts were coming into contact now. He saw their nipples touch.
Tighter and tighter they pressed together. Their arms were holding each other close. He stared open-mouthed as their breasts rotated against one another. They were sighing now. His cock began to stir in his pants. Holy shit, what a show!
Then suddenly, they began to include him in their erotic game. Without breaking their passionate, tonguing kiss, they reached down and began to let their hands play over his body. They ran them across his chest and downward toward his crotch. Matt stiffened, both his back and his cock.
Their hands were pressing down on the area just above where the base of his cock began. The pressure felt wonderful. His prick began to swell. An erection was already beginning before they had even touched him. He could see that Donna's tongue was stiff and sticking out so that she could thrust it into Nancy's mouth. Their heads began to move in a fucking motion.
It was too much. His penis ached for release. It was bulging out his pants now. The lump was clearly visible. Their hands moved slowly over it. They seemed to work in unison. At the same instant, both of them put their hands on his throbbing shaft. Shit, it was truly exquisite. The shivers ran through his body.
They stroked him through his pants for a while. Then one of them, he had his eyes closed in reverie and did not see which of them did it, stopped stroking him. He felt the movements of clothing being taken off. He dared not open his eyes. He was so hot from seeing two lesbians kissing that he knew he would shoot into his pants if he saw more.
But he would see more. They insisted on it. He felt his clothing being tugged off. When he looked, he saw them both naked before him. Nancy's breast was right in front of him. He could not resist it. He sucked it into his mouth. Her nipples were firm and erect. She squealed with delight.
When they had him completely naked as they were, they began to really have fun. Donna held onto his cock with one hand and stroked it while she bent to lick Nancy's cunt. He still had the gorgeous breast in his mouth, using his tongue to wet it and tickle it. He reached down to explore the bush that covered Donna's fine cunt.
They rolled onto the floor. The three of them had their hands all over each other. Matt felt Donna pulling on his cock in long, slow strokes. It was wonderful. They rolled him over on his back. When they moved, positions were changed so that Nancy ended up putting her lovely snatch over his face. He reached up hungrily with his tongue.
She was already wet. The tender, pink skin of her most intimate womanly parts were drenched with musty-smelling liquid. She moved her hips delicately over him. He flicked his tongue over her clit and to the gaping opening of her hole while she moaned. His lips were buried in her moist cunt. Up and down and around and around she moved on his face.
Meanwhile, Donna was licking on his rigid prick. He felt the steaming cock standing straight up in the air for her. Her big breasts dangled against his balls as she worked on him.
He groaned deeply into the cunt he was eating. What feelings. These women-lovers certainly knew how to please a man.
He felt Donna stop licking at his cock. He nearly went wild. He had to have more. He wanted her to suck him off. But he was in for more than that. Her knees went on either side of his hips. He felt the hairs of her curly snatch brush against his stiff cock. It lurched up in the air when he felt it. Her box was steaming like a boiling kettle. He felt the heat on his prick.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered her cunt onto his piercing weapon. He felt his sensitive knob meet her hot, wet flesh. There was resistance. Her fingers were on either side of his cock. She spread her cunt lips. Lower, lower, she was guiding herself onto his outstretched, quivering prick.
She was narrow, so narrow. Could it be that she was a virgin? Oh, this was too much! His balls were churning. The thought of fucking a lesbian for the first time was making him dizzy. His ears were ringing with passion and the sounds of their moans.
His thick shaft stuck in the entrance to her vagina. His knob ached in the narrow opening. Her channel was tight and small. But she did not stop. She kept forcing her hips down onto his mighty weapon. He groaned. She gasped and panted.
"Ohhh, it feels so wonderful. What a great, thick thing it is. Oh, Nancy, you must try this. Mmmmmm!"
Donna was enjoying herself. As if the huge knob in her cunt was something that she had never felt before. She pushed down harder onto him. He grunted. His cock was beginning to pound with desire. Her soft, wet tissues of her vaginal canal puffed out swollenly around him.
Still she went down. The knob of his prick was so large that she had trouble getting it into her. But then, one mighty shove, and, ahh, she was impaled. Halfway onto his turgid cock and screaming with delight she let her juices ooze. He felt her orgasm pour out over his prick.
"Oh, I've done it. Ahhh!"
Matt thrust his hips in the air. He had to get all the way into her. He would shoot his wad soon and he wanted to be inside of her for that. If he was not, he might blow her right off the end of his stick. The lunge forced his rod farther up into her. She moaned with ecstasy. He felt it. There was the narrowing of the membrane of her cherry.
Now! Now! A mighty thrust and his giant cock slammed up into her. He had her. He took her cherry. His cock drove into her hard. He grabbed her by the hips with his strong hands to make sure that she stayed impaled on him. She was sobbing and wriggling around on his pole.
"Oh, he's done it. He's in me all the way, ahhhh!"
Matt began to plow upward with his hips. His steaming pile-driver split her in two. His tongue was lashing wildly at the cunt on his face while he buried his cock to the balls into the virgin sitting on him. What sensations, the jolts of passion ripping through his body like volts of electricity.
Donna's body shuddered from the sensation of being stuffed full with him. She could feel his balls pressed tightly under her. Matt was slamming back all the way to the innermost reaches of her cunt. His huge cock tip was wedged back against the 'very end of her small opening.
He felt, the sperm beginning to gush. Shit, it was going to be a big one. His fingers dug into her hips. He yanked her down hard. Then, the rush was overtaking him, his tongue jutted into Nancy's cunt, full and hard. His sperm jet-propelled itself out of his gaping slit. It boiled in her cunt. She screamed. He rocked and groaned and bucked under her like a stallion.
"Oh, I feel it, I feel it!"
It was too much for him. He bucked so hard that the three of them went toppling sideways. His tongue slurped out of the sopping wet cunt and his shooting joint bounced out of that hot, virgin nest. White globs of semen splattered onto the carpeting and the walls as his pumping rod lurched wildly in the air.
"Get it, get it, Nancy!"
Matt was still spurting out creamy jism when he threw the other lesbian on her back and mounted her. He had to trap his waving cock in his hand and force it into her. It felt like a high-pressured fire hose. His hips bore down on her.
"Fuck me, ahhhhh!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Matt was in a hurry. He had been told to see Claudine, the assistant program director, promptly at nine thirty. Hell, he had only been on the job a week. He didn't think that any kind of bad talk could have traveled to the big shots so quickly.
He was nervous. What could he say if she asked him what he did during his first week? It would not be smart to tell her the truth. He could not very well say that he had been fucking his brains out with the women on his team. There was no way that he would be able to answer any kind of substantive questions from her. He had not even been near a patient.
No, on top of it all, he was going to be late getting to the hospital to see her. He had to travel all the way out to Queen's County Hospital, so he should have gotten an early start. But, Elaine had spent the night with him. She was horny as hell again in the morning. He had to fuck her before he could leave the apartment. It certainly wasn't a disagreeable task, but it did make him late for his appointment.
By the time he arrived at the hospital, it was already nearly ten o'clock. He had been trying to think of excuses all the way out there. His anxiety was getting the better of him. Usually a good con man, he could barely remember his own name now. The atmosphere of the huge, brooding institution didn't help any. It gave him the creeps just to be on the grounds.
He walked quickly toward the large, old building where Claudine's office was. The patients who were standing around, staring blankly or talking to themselves looked like they were straight out of every movie he had ever seen about mental hospitals. He could not stand to see the way they drooled, their spittle forming little sticky rivers down their chins.
They were unkempt and exuded a musty, institutional odor. It was not even the healthy aroma of bad-smelling sweat or even dirt. It was worse than that. The aura that surrounded them was more like the decay of rotting bodies and minds. Matt shuddered. He focused his gaze straight ahead and bounded up the long hill of steps that led to the building two at a time.
Inside, it was worse.
The corridors were dimly lit, the air was oppressively stale. He could hear the sounds of gibberish chattering coming from behind solidly closed doors that led to the wards. There were more patients roaming aimlessly. He didn't think that so many of them had so much freedom. They eyed him, some suspiciously, some gleefully, while others looked evilly insane.
Matt's entire body stiffened instinctively. He felt like he was back in Vietnam. The fear of the unknown was creeping up his spine like the bony fingers of a skeleton. He shivered.
"May I help you?"
The voice boomed in his ear like a cannon's roar. His hackles stood up and he nearly jumped out of his skin. He had never expected someone to sneak up behind him like that. He whirled around.
There, standing with her hands on her hips, was the meanest, major-domo looking nurse he had ever seen. She was nearly six feet tall, built like a tank, and had a face like a hatchet. Her arms looked like they belonged to a truck driver or a butcher. She could probably press two-twenty.
"Uh, yes? I'm looking for Claudine Erskine."
"Do you have an appointment?"
"Yes."
"Do you have a pass?"
Her voice ripped out the questions like a machine gun. A pass. Hell, no one had told him about a pass. Before he could explain to her that he was a staff member, she grabbed him by the arm and began to usher him back toward the door. She had a grip like a vice.
"Wait a minute. I have to see her!"
"All visitors must get a pass from the administration building first."
"But I'm not! I'm an employee!"
That hatchet-matron gave him a piercing stare with her beady, black eyes. She looked at him like HE was a psycho case. He could hear the patients begin to titter behind him. They probably knew better than he what it was like to deal with this monster-matron. But this was absurd. He wasn't going to take anymore of this crap from her. He made up his mind to deck her if she didn't take her hands off him, and pronto.
Just as Matt was getting ready to really tell her off, he heard his name being called from behind him. It was Claudine. He yanked his arm coolly out of her grasp. She stared at him, cruelly and boiling mad. Claudine quickly explained that she was expecting him and introduced the tank-lady. Her name was Dora Fitch. Hell, Dora BITCH would have been more appropriate. She grumbled a greeting at him without ever taking her tiny eyes off his. He stared right back at her.
He could feel her eyes burning into his back as Claudine led him away down one of the corridors. He was glad that little encounter was over. The times were few and far between when he had met a person he had taken such an instant hatred to.
Once inside of Claudine's office, Matt began to feel a little better. It was bright and airy and looked out onto a small garden which the patients tended. Getting there had been another story. The winding paths of dim corridors through which she had led him, chatting affably all the way, had been confusing and depressing. Everywhere he looked there were vacant-eyed patients grimly watching them walk by.
He would never be able to find his way to the main door again on his own. It made him wish that he had more control over the whole situation.
Claudine was all smiles. She told him that she had heard very good things about his work. His work! He hadn't done a damn thing yet. What could she have possibly heard about him? Did his co-workers tell her that he was a good fuck?
He decided the only thing to do was keep his mouth shut and listen to her. Maybe he would pick up a cue about what to say to her. He hadn't a clue as to why he was there in the first place.
She was being more than friendly toward him. Her green eyes were smiling warmly. She was really an attractive, long-legged woman who was quite appealing even though she was older. He guessed that she was near fifty. The only thing that really gave her age away were the tiny wrinkles around the corners of her eyes. Other than that, she was a great looking woman.
Matt was glad that he had worn another turtle-neck and blazer outfit. It gave him the option of showing off the nice bulge in his crotch-tight slacks when he wanted to. Today, his slacks were beige colored so that it outlined his cock and balls dramatically and very revealingly.
As he unbuttoned his jacket to let it fall open, he silently uncrossed his legs and sat directly facing her. She had enough experience to not let her eyes go directly to the area of his big basket. She waited a moment. But as she reached to put out her cigarette, he saw her eyelids ruffle as she took a good, sidelong look between his legs.
She was interested!
Matt felt like he was more in control now. If he could deal with Claudine on his terms, sex, it would make him feel a lot better. It might also keep her away from any topics that might be embarrassing to him, like how much work he hadn't done.
"Well, Matt, I can see that you're a man of obvious talents."
"Oh?"
"Yes. In fact, the reports I've been receiving about you have been so flattering that I'm considering transferring you."
"What? Transferring me? But I just started with my unit."
"I know. But we could use a man with your skills out here at this hospital. We're really terribly understaffed."
Oh no! She couldn't do this to him. He would rather be in the middle of a jungle than have to work in a place like this. He would go bananas . The atmosphere was so creepy he was certain he would never get used to it. Even fourteen thousand dollars was not enough to make him work in a loony bin.
He was desperately trying to think fast. There had to be a way he could dissuade her from making such a decision. He would hate to be transferred to this limbo of lost minds and spirits. He hoped that she was kidding or something. She had to be. There was no way in the world she could have received any good reports about his skills. He hadn't done anything but fuck four of the women on his team. What kind of credentials were those?
"Matt, I realize that you might have to adjust to working out here, but there are fringe benefits."
"Well, I really don't think that I-"
"Wait a moment. Before you say anything, I think I should take you on a tour of the grounds so you can get a feel for the place. That way, you'll know what you're getting into."
"That's not necessary, Claudine, really!"
"Nonsense. You should see it all. I think that you'll like what you see."
Trapped. How could he refuse? He very nearly thought about telling her that he would resign right on the spot before he would subject himself to seeing any, more squalor. He would have liked to have gotten up, patted her on her lovely ass, and said no thank you to the whole thing. Ah, it would have been very dramatic to ride off into the sunset on his charger, valorously and uncompromised.
But then he thought about paying the rent. How could he just throw away a good-paying job; he had to eat. Besides, there was no white charger to ride off on, only a yellow cab, and he was already compromised by having fucked half the staff. What did it matter? He would get his courage together and go on her depressing tour. Tonight, he would get good and drunk and make up for it.
It was worse than he had imagined. Claudine herded him from building to building. Each of them was more decaying than the other. It was wrecking his mind to see all of this. He wished that he was high already to give him a stronger stomach to take all this.
Claudine seemed to be nonplussed by his reaction. She kept chattering on about the workings of this ward or the other. Matt grew more and more silent. They finally reached the last place she wanted him to see. He breathed a sigh of relief as he slumped into a chair in the nurses' station.
She left him alone with a gorgeous, petite Philippine nurse who was on duty there. Seeing her certainly helped brighten him up, but the atmosphere was still depressive. This little, bronze woman was like a goddess in a cave full of throw-backs and misfits. She stood out like a jewel.
Matt wanted to flirt with her, but the environment made it difficult for him. The glass-enclosed nurses' station was right in the middle of the locked ward for severely disturbed patients. Through the glass, there were at least ten pairs of eyes glued on him. It was a woman's ward. They all looked pretty far gone. He could not bear to look beyond their rumpled, soiled hospital gowns to their vacant faces.
Hani was the lovely Phillipino's name. It sounded just like 'honey' when she said it. Her speech was delicate and lilting. Matt could tell that she could be his kind of woman. He desperately needed to think of her as an oasis in the midst of this human desert.
"This your first time on a locked ward?"
"Yeah."
"It takes time to get acquainted."
"I don't think I'd ever get used to this, Hani."
"No. I mean you and me. When Barbara comes back, we'll go where we can be alone."
"Huh?"
Matt could hardly believe what he thought he heard. The beautiful little woman's English was somewhat broken, but she seemed to know exactly what she was saying to him. It sounded just like a real proposition to him. She flashed a warm smile of white teeth at him that made his stomach flip.
Could it be true? Was this gorgeous creature thinking what he was thinking? His cock began to stir at the thought of lying on that frail, perfectly shaped body of hers. Her box must be snug and small. Hell, she must have been shorter than five feet and as slim as she could be while still keeping great curves and an ample pair of knockers. What a woman.
Sure enough, when the other nurse returned, Hani motioned for him to follow her out of the fish-bowl nurses' station. But he didn't know which way to look. Barbara, who had come to re-live her, was a stately blonde who looked like she stepped right out of the Playboy centerfold. Holy shit! He could not get over what he was seeing. Each of them, both nurses, were just as mouth watering as the other.
They were like opposite ends of the specturm. One was petite, dark and exotic, while the other was tall, stacked, and a creamy-skinned all-American beauty. He felt his spirit lifting. He was like a kid in a candy store trying to decide which delectable treat to indulge in first.
He never even noticed the faceless, limp hospital gowns as he strode after Hani. His eyes were fixed on her swinging ass. The cheeks moved up and down alternately in the most seductive, rolling motion he had ever seen. Hell, she moved like one of those exotic belly dancers.
She had locked the door of the "treatment room" behind them. Matt glanced around. There was a huge cabinet full of medications of every shape and description. If he had been so inclined, he could have probably made a fortune selling any of these drugs on the street. Maybe later-There was not much else in the room except for a couple of chairs and an examination table. It was one of the kinds that had stirrups on it for doing gynecological probes. How convenient, he thought. He would certainly like to see these beautiful nurses with their legs spread on that. He would be interested in doing a little 'probing' of his own.
Hani smiled sweetly at him. They made small talk for a while. He had lost most of his anxiety about being around people who were labeled 'insane'. Being away from their sight had helped, but there were still bars on the window in the room as a grim reminder of where he was.
He thought that it was strange she mentioned she had heard about him. This hospital was connected administratively to his own unit, that was rare, but it was really light years away. He still could not understand how after only a week so much talk had gotten around about him.
They were both sitting on straight-backed chairs as they talked. Matt decided that it was time to get some answers to the mystery. He thought that he could trust Hani. She seemed to be relatively without guile compared to a slick number like Claudine who never tipped her hand.
"Tell me, Hani, what have you heard about me?"
"Oh, good things."
"Like what, for instance?"
"Oh, just that you're a good worker, nice, nice guy. You know, things like that."
"Come on, that's a cop-out answer and you know it. Why don't you just tell me the truth. You sure as hell couldn't have heard about how I work because I haven't worked yet!"
"Oh yes you have!"
Matt was thunderstruck. Was it possible? Did everyone throughout the entire branches of the hospital know that he had been fucking around? Is that why they hired him?
No, it could not be. He refused to accept that. He was jumping to conclusions, that's all. There was no way in hell that he was hired to function as a stud for the staff women. It was too bizarre to even think about.
But then it happened. To punctuate his wildest notions, and to confirm them, Hani proved her point. Her hand reached out confidently and began to stroke his thigh with gentle, yet firm, motions. She knew what she was doing.
His head began to shoot off like fire-crackers. Thoughts rushed through in a jumble. What was happening? No, it couldn't be, yes, yes, it could! His confusion raged. He broke out in a sweat.
Hani did not stop for an instant. She giggled lightly at the look of revelation mixed with disbelief that appeared on his face. And his cock, his sturdy weapon, responded to his consternation by getting one, beautiful hard on. His agitated state and the feel of her tiny hand had made it tumultuous in his pants.
What the hell was he going to do now?
He did not have time to think about what to do next. It was being done for him. Hani was on her knees before him and had started to unzip his fly. He was riveted to the chair. He was flabbergasted and confused. There had been no time to assimilate the incredible information he had just discovered.
Now, this gorgeous little woman was already stroking his naked cock between her hands. He looked down to see his prick standing up straight. The slit on top of his mushroom-shaped, smooth head was pouting at him. Shit, what a situation. His groin felt like it was on fire. He couldn't think about anything else while she was working on him.
Her pearly teeth flashed as she snaked out her tongue to swipe his throbbing penis. He nearly swooned from the touch. That moist, soft tongue caressed his cock. She ran it luxuriously around the fold of skin between his head and shaft. He felt his body begin to quiver. Her touch was as light as a feather and just as wildly tingling.
He felt her hands cup his balls and begin to knead them. She pulled gently at his kinky pubic hairs. The prickly feeling made his stomach knot. A drop of early semen appeared at his hole. She licked at it, slowly, like it was a jewel to be relished.
His breath came in shorter and shorter gasps. Her hands, her tongue, they were exquisite. He closed his eyes and groaned as he let his head roll back in abandon. She was giving him a wondrous thrill. Her mouth opened slightly. He felt her pursed lips right on the tip of his straining cock.
CHAPTER SIX
The sensuous Phillipine woman took just the knob of his prick into her wet mouth. Her tongue licked all around over the taut skin. She flicked lightly so that little tingles pricked through him to jolt his balls.
Matt was holding onto the bottom of the chair. His cock was beginning to swell like a balloon. He could feel his bubbling seed seething in his balls. It wouldn't be long before the hot cream would spill over the length of his thick shaft. Throb, throb, his cock pulsated aching to be released of its boiling load.
But suddenly she stopped. Her hands no longer kneaded at his balls or squeezed them. Her tongue's wet licks stopped roaming over his steely meat. He opened his eyes, she was grinning at him. She indicated the examination table to him. Hell, he could barely move, but he had to follow her.
His legs felt like jelly as he groped toward the high, padded pallet. His stiff cock bobbed from side to side as he walked. Its rigidness made it point toward the ceiling. His balls were drawn up tight under the huge, crimson tool.
The nurse made him lie on his back and put his feet into the stirrups. It was as if he were the patient to be examined in this weird position. He had never felt his legs being spread so far apart before. She had yanked off his pants so that now she had a full view of his spread crotch. She seemed to be looking approvingly at his ass hole, which she promptly began to explore with her tongue.
It happened so fast that Matt hardly knew what hit him. That lovely, wet probe of hers was washing his sphincter with squishy saliva that made him shiver. All he could see while she went at his ass like this was her three-cornered, white nurses' cap. Ohhh, how the waves of electricity swept through him. It made his hard cock point up into the air and curve back almost toward his face.
The dribbles of semen began to run faster now. Droppings of clear, thick liquid pelted down onto his groin. He had to moan as the hotness of his own juice seemed to sear into his skin. All the while, her tongue kept working faster and faster at his ass hole. She was actually probing into him in short, rapid thrusts.
It was too much. The sweat poured off him. His cock strained and jerked a bit. He knew he was going to shoot soon, and if she wouldn't work his cock, he would have to. He reached down to give himself a hand-job while she reamed him out. His hips were beginning to buck off the table. He pressed hard into the stirrups with his feet to gain height. She never lost him, her cap bobbed with his thrusting hips.
"Oh, keep it up! I'm going to shoot, baby."
"Let me help."
"Shit, get your mouth back at my hole, don't stop now, keep reaming me, uhhhhh!"
Their hands both reached his rock hard cock at the same time. Her tongue snaked into his ass hole while her hands grabbed his shaft and started to pull hard on it. Up and down, up and down, it was coming fast.
"Yeahhhhh, I'm cominggg!"
The gurgling, bubbling sperm in his balls fired through his cock in a stream of creamy hot whiteness. Splat! A glob hit the wall. Another and another juicy mass of manhood slammed through his jerking, lurching rod. Again and again his hips bucked off the table as he convulsed load after load into the room.
"Yeah, ahhhh!"
Hani worked like a whore on him. Her tongue jammed into his ass hole so that he felt pressure in his groin. Her hand squeezed his balls hard. One hand worked on his sac while the other jiggled up and down and gripped fast on his jumping jack-hammer.
"Ahhhhh!"
Matt felt all his energy being sucked up from his balls and spewed out of his throbbing cock. His sperm was filling the room with the pungent odor of sex. The smell turned him on even more. His cock seemed like it would never stop squirting. Everything was turning him on, a constant turn on.
The little nurse gave him a real go!
Matt was panting and squirming on the table. Would it never end: never! His cock propelled more and more jism into the room. He felt like he was spinning, falling, in a Fourth of July sky. His balls and cock felt like burning, molten liquid was churning inside. It was making his sensitive, tightly pulled skin tingle and prickle.
Still in the throes of orgasm after orgasm, he felt another presence in the room. It was Barbara, the incredibly stacked nurse he had seen before. She was totally naked over him. Her big, round tits bobbed in front of him. She was so close that the pink of her nipples filled his field of vision. Oh, those hard, bumpy knobs of flesh. So rigid, yet so soft. He grabbed out and squeezed a handful of firm breast while he yanked it greedily toward his mouth.
Her tongue probed into his ear so that it sounded like he was under water in the most fantastic wave of sex-feelings ever! His ass, balls, cock, mouth, ears, all were touched and filled with sweet, hot feminine flesh. He was in heaven. He floated. He bucked, thrust, groaned, and roared.
Matt never even felt the needle pierce his rump. The tiny prickle of the syringe was lost in the massive jolts of his climaxing. His only knowledge of anything besides the bodies he felt around him and the burning in his turgid, squirting cock was the sudden blackness he felt enveloping him.
His body was hot, hotter than it had ever been. It was as if his temperature soared to one hundred and ten degrees. Then it was like a dream!
* * *
Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. He felt the little nurse's tongue pull slowly away from his ass hole. It took ten minutes, he thought, while he felt every millimeter of soft, wet tongue recede down his tight ass canal. What exquisite joy it was.
As if in a fog, he saw the huge, balloon-like breasts of the blonde nurse bobble over his head and along his chest and stomach. Then he felt the cool flesh of one of them pressing against his balls. She rotated the cotton-candy softness around his sac before she moved up to sandwich his upright rod between them.
Shit, he still had a damned steely hard-on! What was going on? He must have come ten times already and he was still stiff as he was in the building. He was very fogged out but he could feel the sticky wetness from his semen all over his chest and stomach and caked in his pubic hairs. There was no doubt that he had been squirting profusely.
But why couldn't he focus on anything? Why was everything going so slowly?
His eyes were restricted to tunnel vision only. There was nothing but blackness at the edges of the room. It folded in on him as did the roar of buzzing in his ears. He could not make out any sounds at all. It felt like his ears were stuck inside the rotors of a jet engine.
But the feelings! Oh, the feeling in his body was enhanced a hundred-fold. The slightest touch from a woman's hand set his skin vibrating. Yes, actually vibrating! His cock was super sensitive. He could feel the nurse, no, who was it? He could feel somebody blowing gentle streams of air all along his shaft. The thin point of breeze seemed to leave a scorch mark of desire on the jerking shaft.
His cock! His cock was moving in a frenzied way. How could it do that? Oh, he had never felt this before. The strain! The swelling in it! It felt like it would explode.
Then he saw a naked figure gliding toward him. It was a woman who looked like she was swimming in the air in the room. He could make out none of her features, but he saw her cunt clearly. There were large, brooding red lips that hung over a hard, elongated clitoris. She seemed to be spreading her flabby lips for him to see it.
The red gash of her gaping slit stood out in bold relief. It came toward him and then moved away. Ohhh! He felt the wet mouth of her hairy hole like it was breathing fire over his ramrod. The lips parted, he felt the ooze of sweet cunt juices running down his shaft in rivers.
Suddenly he was engulfed. The gaping vagina had swallowed his cock inside of it. The sticky wetness inside covered and inundated his manhood. Pulling, yanking, pushing in and out, cunt muscles clamping down hard as she stroked over him.
His head reeled. He felt his ball sac go rigid as if it were made of stone. The churning inside made him cry out, but he heard nothing. There was only the sound of a rhythmical buzzing in his ears that kept time with heavy breathing that comes in the midst of a climactic fuck.
He felt the fire of his seed shoot through his rod. A bath of fiery liquid exploded through his swollen slit. More and more poured out of him. He pummeled his hips up and down, but it seemed so slow. Every stroke, every motion, took his cock an inch at a time into the hungry, sucking volcano of her cunt. Slippery jism covered his balls in a sea of molten manhood.
Then that cavernous cunt receded somehow only to be replaced by something that felt tighter and softer. He could not see any faces. There was only the feeling of hands forcing his joint into a gushing vagina.
Was he soft? Wait, another hole. No, a mouth! It was a real mouth with a tongue. He felt the sucking start slowly and continue in a painful dredging of all that he had left in him. His stomach became hard as he tried to help his cock regain that full turgidness. The pain started to increase although he was getting more and more erect.
The mouth on him was milking him. He felt the methodical workings of expert hands that started from the base of his rod and squeezed up to meet the sucking mouth. It was too much.
He tried to look down at his cock but all that he could see were glimpses of the base of it as it reappeared painfully from tight-locked lips. It felt abraded and swollen.
Then a new sensation, another mouth. Yes! This one was more insistent even though his prick was quivering in full erection above his straining balls. This time he felt teeth. They nipped at the taut flesh, catching the tiniest snatches of it between them. He winched and moaned, trying to get away.
But his body was like lead. There was no way that he could have moved. And then he was moving, or rather, he was being moved. He felt pairs of hands all over him, bearing him in the air as if he were floating and turning him face down.
When he landed, he felt the velvety flesh of a woman under him. Hungry lips sought his mouth to fill him with a meaty tongue. He was still confused and only a mass of feelings with a tremendous roaring in his ears. He could do nothing but feel. He felt the hands that probed at his cock.
His rod was yanked toward another opening, another cunt. Ever so slowly, his hips were pushed at from behind to drive him down into the waiting, wet cavern. Then they grabbed at him again to haul his dripping, erect meat out again. Fucking! He had to perform with thrusting motions. But he could not move unless he was being pushed and pulled.
Then he felt his ass cheeks being spread, which seemed to take forever. He felt first the touching of the cheeks become less and less. Then he felt the cool air of the room touch the inner folds that were usually protected. After a long time, it seemed, the puckered skin around his hole flinched at the waft of breeze.
Hands, there were hands. He felt a touch. Wetness of a tongue. He moved downward, but then a hand grabbed his balls and pulled him up again. Then another object at his ass hole, this time it was no tongue, it was hard and as cold as steel. Up, up it went crawling into his bowel.
A stretching pain seared into him from behind. Ass fucked! But by what?
The pressure on his prostrate gland propelled him into the cunt beneath him. The cunt! It was a different cunt, he could feel it. This one was not as deep as the other one because he could feel his big knob wedged right against the back of her vagina. Hers? What was it, anyway?
Suddenly he was fucking. The spear in his ass was slamming into him in the most excruciatingly slow-motion way ever imagined. It made him move his hips frantically although he did not know how he did it.
He felt his seething rod pushing into the wet, swollen tissues of the cunt time and time again. Then his hips were held in the air so he felt he was floating again. When he came down, hands again guided his gigantic and aching prick to a hole. A new, wet, hungry hole.
He fucked again. His semen was coming in globs from his balls. He could feel every piece of it snaking along his ramrod toward the slit in the tip that now felt three times its normal size. Every chunk of jism felt like just that, a chunk. The fire it produced in his loins was unprecedented. Matt never thought that his cock could feel this way.
Time after time, new cunt after new cunt, he fucked and climaxed and fucked and climaxed.
He could feel his cock getting raw from all the friction but he did not care. All he wanted to do was feel those wondrous feelings of having a non-stop orgasm session that seemed to be lasting forever in slow motion!
There were times when the holes he rammed into were small, too small to be cunts. His vision was too foggy to see, but he knew that he was bun-holing somebody a lot. He did not know whether it was the little Phillipine nurse of the big stacked blonde. All he knew was that he sure was spreading a lot of interesting with his battering ram!
The contractions of cunt hole or ass hole on his cock were the best he ever had. They would ripple from the base to the tip and back again when he was embedded to his nuts in a slippery sluice hole. He was milked by the softest, juciest tissues grabbing and massaging his throbbing, mammoth rod around its full, thick girth.
He thrust, they pulled. His balls were handled and sucked on. His sac was enveloped in a mouth. A tongue slobbered over his hard jewels until he thought he would cry from the wondrous, fantastic tickling of it.
A breast, a nipple being pressed at his pouting sphincter hole while a hungry suction mouth yanked insistently on his hard rod. Another explosion of creamy jism splattered out. He felt his cock jerk mercilessly into a throat that gasped and gurgled with his deluge of frothy seed.
More and more still. He fucked and was fucked. There was a finger in his ass hole while a mouth sucked on his balls and a cunt enveloped his prick. His hands were thrust into caverns of hot, seething juiciness between women's legs. He rpobed upward and tried to insert his hand right to the knuckles while the spasming cunt gyrated on his pummeling fist.
He reached into a vagina that squirmed, contracted, and finally parted like velvety wet jaws to pop his hand up into it. For the first time in his life he was buried to his wrist in a rhythmically opening and closing cunt that dripped oozing stickiness all over him.
He pressed upward, extending his fingers to feel that sacred slice where only his thick pecker had been before. The softness was exquisite. Her muscles contracted so that he could feel every one of them in rings. They spasmed from his wrist, to the back of his hand, to his knuckles, fingers, and then back again. It was marvelous.
Every part of his body knew the joy of the softness of feminine wiles. Breasts pressed into him from everywhere. Lips caressed his toes while tongues licked his knees and under his arms. There was not a part of his firm, muscular body that was neglected. The dream-like state allowed him to enjoy it all while he kept a nearly constant full erection.
His penis grated on the friction of vaginas, ass holes, and mouths countless times.
His body bucked and thrust, was pulled and prodded in the most fantastic easy, slow rhythm possible. It made not a sensation escape him. The descent of his steaming cock into a wildly moving, tight cunt seemed to take an hour. His thick shaft pressed and rotated and pulsed in clamping, strong cunts that were as small as ass holes or as big as mouths.
He fucked everything for what seemed to be forever.
A dripping cunt suddenly waved over his mouth. He saw the curly hairs matted down from what must have been its previous activity and the lips opened and closed slowly while they made a sticky, popping sound as they undulated.
He smelled the rancid odor of a used box. But it was also mixed with the aroma of his own sperm. As he watched, he could see the clear drops of her juice begin to drip along the crimson skin of her most private parts toward her ass. The puckered sphincter came closer to his lips. There was no way he could resist.
His tongue began to play along the wrinkled skin that pouted there. She tasted musky, but he did not care. He jammed his hot tongue upward, trying to force his way beyond that tightly closed muscle.
The cunt began to move and wave over his outstretched mouth-probe while at the same time he felt his cock being shoved into another tight cavern. His tongue pressed from her ass to her oozing hole and up to her hard, little clit. It felt good to suck that knob between his lips. He lathered it with his saliva as it pushed down onto his face.
All the while, he felt his prick burning under him. He was thrusting into a cunt that grabbed and pulled on him like a giant, soft hand. His nuts responded to the yanking. The swirling sperm began to force its way out again. Matt prepared for the jolt in his loins as his head spun in animal passion.
He thrust and sucked and groaned. His hips seemed to be slapping against creamy flesh. All the lubrication was making his swollen pecker slide like it was a greased pole. Time and again he lunged forward, sucking and biting at the luscious cunt on his face.
His orgasm ripped up from his balls so hard that his cock jerked wildly. He felt the violent pulsating as wave after wave of juice splattered from his aching cock.
How much longer could he go on? His giant rod seemed to be tireless. There was no way he could keep track of how much time had elapsed since he first was sucked off by the sexy, little nurse. Since then, so much had happened. There had been so much fucking and sucking and bun-holing that he scarcely knew where he was anymore.
His body tingled furiously, sometimes he felt as though he were trembling all over. He seemed to be bathed completely in sweat and his own jism as well as gallons of cunt juices. The stickiness and the acrid smells of sex permeated the room. His nuts seemed to be jerking with the life of their own.
Matt was so excited that he had nearly lost any sense of what was happening to him. All of the stroking and sucking, the violation of all of his private parts, made his sensations merge. He could not tell anymore where a touch was coming from. His body jangled with pleasure.
It went on interminably. He could not gauge how many times his giant prick had thrashed into wet holes and shot load after load of his bubbling sperm.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Matt looked around the room as if in a daze. He felt like he had just awakened with a terrific hangover after fucking all night. He felt stiff and sore. His vision was still blurred enough so that he had to shake his head to try to clear it.
There must have been an army marching through his mouth, it tasted foul and acrid to him. Where the hell was he? What had happened to him? His joints and muscles ached as he tried to move from the hard examination table where he was lying.
The room spun. He felt his body with shaky hands. He was stark naked. Where were his clothes? He did not remember undressing. In fact, he didn't remember much of anything. He shivered slightly as his feet hit the cold linoleum floor. His shaky knees would not support his weight and he fell against the table, clinging for help to stand.
What the hell happened?
He reeled for a moment. His head was pounding as he tried to clutch it in his hands to protect it from the loud buzzing in his ears, as if he could stop it. But after a time, he began to recognize sounds filtering through the door. He blinked as he deciphered hospital sounds. Yes, he was still in that same "treatment room." Hah! They had certainly given him a 'treatment' all right.
As he was trying to piece together the strange feeling in his body with the weird atmosphere. He attempted to remember anything he could about what had happened to him. It was all so foggy. He tried to think, but the ache in his body begged at him to just make himself comfortable before his head could work on anything. Oh, the tightness in his limbs was nearly as painful as muscle cramps.
He would have to get out of here, but that would be a problem since he hadn't a stitch of clothing on. He groped around the room carefully trying to find something to cover himself with. There wasn't a way in he World he wanted to be caught stark naked in a ward full of insane women.
But then he stopped. His peripheral vision glimpsed the dark figure of someone. Who was it? He squinted, trying to bring things into sharper focus. He looked hard. His heart began to pound in his head. There was an instinctive fear beginning to creep up his spine.
Then he saw her. The ugly, huge nurse, Dora Fitch. She was glowering at him with those burning coal-black eyes of hers. Her crooked mouth was set in a smirking grin. That evil bitch! What was she doing here?
He had no time to ask. She took the black bundle in her hands and threw it at him. His clothes. She had his clothes. Matt scrambled to pick them up. His weakened condition made him waver to his knees as he stooped. Damn it. He didn't want to show any weakness in front of this battle-axe. He tried to be strong.
The more he wanted to keep up a good front, the harder it was to do. The more his head cleared and he began to regain his senses, the more the ache in his body intensified. His cock began to throb. He sneaked a look down between his legs. Holy shit. His prick was all red and abraded! It looked like he had been fucking non-stop for hours and hours. His nuts were sore and there were blue bruise marks around his hips.
Then the pain in his rectum began. What? It felt like he had been shot in the ass with a thick cattle-prod. His hole felt stretched and sore. He could scarcely believe the throbbing around his genitals.
He caught himself staring at his own privates. He looked up quickly to see the satanic nurse leering cruelly at him. That did it. He was going to get out of here as fast as he could. His clothes were nearly thrown on his back. He didn't care how he looked now. The esthetic sense he had of his own appearance, usually so important to him, was the furthest thing from his mind. He wanted out, that was all!
The door was locked.
He yanked and turned at the handle but there was no way to budge it. The nurse did not say a word. She merely watched him go through his frantic efforts with that damn, ugly smirk on her face. Even though he was weakened, he wanted to go up to her and shove his fist into her meaty face.
Just then the door opened. In walked Claudine and two other gorgeous nurses he had never seen before. They were all smiling at him. One of them was a redhead. She seemed not to be able to take her eyes off his crotch. Matt had to lean against the table for support. It looked like Claudine wanted to talk and there was no way he could stand for long without falling over.
"Sit down, Matt. I'm sure that you must be very tired after all you've done. Please make yourself comfortable. There will be a tray coming shortly."
"Look Claudine, what the hell is going on? I want to get out of here, now!"
"Of course, but you must have some nourishment first. Ah, here's your breakfast now."
The soft knock at the door had heralded a lovely little nurse carrying a tray of food. It was covered with those upside-down tin pans they use in hospitals to keep food hot. She arranged the wheeling tray in front of him and left.
He wanted to be strong and not take anything from these bitches until he got some answers, but he was ravenous. The smell "of eggs and toast wafting from under the lids was too much. He had to eat, maybe it would make him feel better. The scrambled eggs were sticky and the bacon burned, but he didn't care. It tasted great to him. He wolfed down everything on the tray while the four women watched him.
Shit, what a mess. He had to get out of here. At least now his head was beginning to clear. The watered-down orange juice and the luke-warm coffee had helped buck him up considerably. Now his anger was beginning to well up again. He wanted to know why he had been drugged. Yes, drugged! He figured that he must have been, and he was right!
* * *
Claudine explained the entire story to him slowly and methodically. He could scarcely believe what she was saying to him. His fury grew as he listened to her. This could not be true. All of this should have been a dream.
He was hired for stud service.
Matt was planned to be the stallion for the women on the staff. That was the way Claudine had designed it.
His ears buzzed and his jaw fell slack as he listened. The plot she was unfolding sounded like something he would not have believed in a movie if he saw it. She explained that because of the nature of the field of mental health, there were many more women than men staff members. This created difficulties in so far as it produced cliques of women who had nothing to occupy their minds with. Much time was spent day-dreaming about men instead of working, or so she said.
Claudine had devised this plan herself. She thought that by having a man readily available to her employees, they would work more efficiently. But there was more than that. She went on to say that she felt the same was true of the patients. It was not natural for women to be confined without the benefit of male companionship. It did not matter whether they had mental problems or not. Perhaps they would be helped by being with a man.
He could not believe his ears.
Yes, she told him, he had been drugged. The interest he had engendered on the ward just by being there and letting the women see his young, muscular body had forced her to put her plan into action sooner than she had expected. Of course, she had been planning to tell him to gain his cooperation, but she had not had the opportunity. Hah!
He tried to comprehend what she was saying to him. Did it mean that he had fucked with patients, those smelly zombies, as well as with luscious nurses last night? He was afraid of the answer, but it was true. Claudine told him he had "had contact", as she put it, ith all the women on this violent ward. No wonder his cock ached.
"What the hell did you give me to keep a hard-on on me all night? I was off in outer space from it."
"Yes, it was quite a strong dosage of a special drug whose name need not concern you."
"Now just a damn minute!"
"But I think that you should know your activities did not take place only over the course of Monday night."
"What the hell are you talking about, Claudine?"
"Today is Thursday. You have been here with us for three full days now."
His mind exploded! The disorientation of time and place was too much for him Three days. These cunts had taken three days out of his life. He would go to the police. They couldn't get away with this.
But, just as if she had been reading is thoughts, Claudine shot down his hopes of getting even with her. The bitch had thought of everything. He was getting angrier and angrier.
"If you're thinking of going to the police about your story of kidnapping, Matt, forget it. You see, the patients you climaxed into so generously will not, and were not, allowed to wash after their activity with you. If you go to the police with an unbelievable story about being kept here against yor will, I'll tell them you raped my patients. Your own semen will be the proof. There are no traces of the drug left in your system. Who do you think they'll believe?"
"I'll make it stick, I'll find a way!"
"I'm afraid that you won't be believed, Matt. Trust me, I know. I've had more experience with these sorts of things."
He was numb. Shock dulled his senses to anything else she said to him.
His friend Bob had been right. He should have gotten far away from this crazy set-up before he had become so involved with it. All he wanted to do now was go home. He needed to be in familiar surroundings. A good, hot, soaking bath would feel great on his aching body. It would also clean him from any wretched germs he might have picked up from those stale cunts.
He nodded in agreement as Claudine reminded him to forget the whole thing and enjoy himself. She said that if he cooperated with her there would be no need to use any drugs on him in the future. Hah! Fat chance of there being a second time! But as she led him through the maze of corridors he saw Hani and the beautiful Barbara. They both smiled and winked at him. They were delicious.
Well, he couldn't help it. He was a healthy guy, how could he resist bodies like that when he could have them so easily? It was confusing for him. He could not think of all the alternatives and possibilities right now. He had to get home. Claudine shoved five twenty dollar bills into his hand as she closed the door of the cab. She said it was an 'advance' on his paycheck.
He didn't care anymore. The big back seat of the cab felt great as the driver jostled him along around the potholes and swerving to avoid pedestrians. Matt closed his eyes.
* * *
Bob could not believe the story Matt told him. It was mind hobbling and unreal. Things like that just don't happen in this modern age, or do they? It certainly happened to Matt, he ought to know.
The two of them were sitting and drinking while they shared a tightly rolled joint. Matt had not gone to work that day and Bob didn't have a job. He was still collecting unemployment from the job as a mechanic for Volkswagens he had before. They were on their way to getting pleasantly high while they tried to unravel the mystery of that crazy hospital.
Crazy hospital for crazy people, run by nuts who were more far gone than the patients.
A good night's sleep had made Matt feel considerably better and the hot bath had helped his aches and pains. His cock and ball sac were still a little swollen and the bruises were turning a deeper purple-blue. But it was only more of an annoyance than a bad pain now.
"So what are you going to do, Matt, look for another job."
"I don't know."
"What the hell do you mean by that? Are you some kind of nut-so masochist to even think about going back to that place!"
"Hold on, Bob. Look, I'm okay, right? There was no real harm done. And, man, you should see the bodies on those nurses. They are right out of your hottest dreams. They can do things with their cunts that make your nuts pop off like machine gun fire."
'Terrific. But shit, you can get any woman you have an eye for. They go for you. You've got that stud look, you know."
"But this is different."
"Yeah, you can get yourself killed!"
"Oh, come off it. I told you, there's no harm done, a few bruises, that's all. And those only came from fucking for three days. Hell, that would happen no matter who you fucked with for that long."
"Maybe so, if you dig mental patients."
"Hell, I never even knew they were there. I was so drugged out all I could feel was my rock-hard pecker."
"Yeah, do you want to be that blanked out every time they need your services for the patients?"
"Well-"
"How do you know what they're giving you, Matt? It could be some kind of dangerous drug that might really fuck you up."
"I don't have to be shot-up anymore, not if I cooperate."
"Uh-huh, that means fucking the spaced-out cows with your eyes wide open, man. Can you do that?"
It was beginning to sink in. Bob was right. If he went back to the hospital, Claudine would demand sooner or later that he fuck those bizarre patients. There was no way he could bring himself to do that without some kind of help, like being drugged out of his mind. Was it worth it? Was fourteen thousand plus fringe-benefit lovely cunts worth sticking his rod into those other, stinking boxes?
Nope, none for him, thanks.
He would tell her. He would just tell her that he might consider being around for a stud for regular staff members but he did not want anything to do with patients. He would just be firm with the crafty bitch. She would have to see it his way.
Matt could not bring himself to leave the set-up entirely. It held a weird attraction for him. The idea of being the stallion in a field of fillies really turned him on. It was like having a harem of his own!
Bob told him he was crazy and left. Before he went, he took all the information about the hospital and the names of Claudine and others. Just in case anything happened, Bob would know what was going on. That made Matt feel better. But he did not think that there was really anything to worry about.
He spent the weekend just hanging around in his apartment. Some friends called. Elaine wanted to spend a night with him but he turned her down. He did not feel up to doing anymore of the old 'in and out'. He was still sore.
But what did he want? Of course, it gave his ego a boost to think that he was the one picked to 'service' all those women. Any man would have jumped at the chance to be in his place. It was a once-in-a-lifetime deal. He would be crazy to give it up without getting all he could out of it first. All he had to do was be careful. He thought that he could handle Claudine, and she seemed to be the one to make the decisions.
When Monday rolled around, Matt was still not ready to go back to 'work.' It felt funny even saying the word. There was no way in the world he could consider what he had been doing as any kind of work in the normal sense. But then again, he had the bruises and the spent energy to show for his labor. He had really put a lot of effort into what he did, even if it was fun.
He was lazing around the apartment, doing nothing, when the buzzer rang from downstairs. He was not expecting anyone, or any delivery, so he decided to ignore whoever was there. But the ringing was persistent. Someone was leaning on his bell like there was an emergency going on or something.
She was resplendent. Claudine looked ten years younger than her already attractive usual appearance. Her hair folded back softly from her face and she had a raincoat pulled closely around her like a Paris model. Eyes, that were painted perfectly with alluring make-up, fluttered under heavy lids. Sexy, just plain sexy, was what she was this morning.
As she glided into the room past him, Matt thought he felt her brush one hand against the front of his robe. No, he must have been mistaken, he assumed. She would not try to grab his crotch so blatantly as that. Would she? Her scent wafted into his flaring nostrils and made his head spin.
As she sat on his plush couch, her coat fell open to reveal a flimsy, see-through blouse beneath. Boy, could he ever see through it. Her nipples showed up as a soft outline through the material. It made him gulp just to look at the soft curve of flesh, heaving as she breathed deeply.
"Aren't you going to offer me a drink, Matt?"
"Uh? Sure,-of course. What's your pleasure this early in the morning. Bloody Mary."
"Perfect."
Matt knew it was no use questioning her about why she had come to see him. It was obvious that this was no business call. This woman looked ready and hot to trot. But he wondered what the ulterior motive behind it was. She could have fucked him at the office. Maybe she just could not wait for his sturdy cock to pummel into her.
That must be it! Matt could not help letting his ego swell a little. Why not? He was, after all, a very good fuck and women were pleased by him. It wasn't too surprising that this lovely creature couldn't resist him. Just thinking about it made him grin. He was on top of the world.
He did not care about what Bob had said. Hell, how could there possibly be any danger in fucking? It was absurd. He was lucky and would be a fool to not take advantage of Claudine and the rest of the women.
She looked up at him with a half smile on her face. She patted the couch next to her in a gesture for him to come and sit down beside her. He lost no time in getting there. Her thigh pressed warmly against his as he seated himself. Almost instantaneously, he felt a stirring in his crotch. Her touch was tender and hot. He could feel her body heat through her tightly fitting slacks.
Yes, Matt was happy. He didn't care about anything except the fact that this beautiful older woman wanted him. The opportunity was perfect for him to show her what a young stud like him could really do when he was in his own environment. After not having fucked for the entire weekend, he was ready for some jamming and slamming into a wet box.
He put his hand on her thigh. The flesh was firm and bouyed to his touch. He let his fingers trace a line from her knee almost to her triangle crotch and back again. The tingling sensation swept through her. She let her head lounge back against the couch as if she were asking him to seduce her.
Matt began to feel his cock fill out. Blood began to pump into it. What was once a soft protuberance in his crotch became more and more like steel. The knob which had hung as a lump of flesh began to grow into a smooth mushroom-shaped prober. His shaft was causing the front of his robe to lift slightly.
None of this had escaped Claudine's watchful attention even though she pretended to have her eyes closed. She knew that Matt had nothing on under his robe. There would be easy access to his big cock when she wanted it.
He loved the feel of the soft terry cloth against his growing prick. The material brushed lightly over his expanding knob and shaft and nearly made him shiver. His balls began to harden in their sack as they laid between his legs, resting on the material underneath. The familiar twinge he felt when his cock was ballooning out like this returned. His groin tickled him with a thousand tiny prickles.
Then her hand began to move along the lump in his robe. He watched her fingers trace the outline of his hardening rod. Oh, it felt good. This time he could feel all the wondrous sensations while he was in control of himself, no hard table beneath him or crazy stirrups to force his legs apart.
He was going to give Claudine one of the best fucks she had ever had in her life. He promised himself, vowed, that he would make her beg for mercy. She needed to be knocked down a notch or two from her high-horse, and
Matt was just the guy to do it. "Look at it. Take it out, baby."
"Oh, Matt."
She obeyed him. With excitedly, almost trembling hands, she opened his robe in front. Her eyes widened with delight as she saw his giant penis in a semi-erect state just rising its lovely head from between his legs. The tip and part of the shaft were already lifted off his ball sac, but the base had yet to be pumped fuller to complete hardness. It was bent slightly like a piece of steel still molten from the furnace.
But soon it would be time to put his rod in HER furnace. That would temper it and make it perfectly hard and straight. He licked his drying lips as her soft hand touched lightly on his tangled hairs just above his weapon.
She played there in that jingle for a few moments. His cock waited for her, staying half erect, and half asleep. Then taking both hands and cupping them, she made a tunnel for his length of meat. Starting at the thick base, she passed her hands slowly along the shaft. He grimaced. It such a tingle in his balls. Where she touched him seemed to leave little lines of heat from her hands.
"Here. Come and kneel between my legs."
"Anything you want, Matt, anything."
Her voice was breathy and trailed off as she got down from the couch and knelt before him. It gave him great pleasure to see this competent, strong woman so overwhelmed by his manhood that she looked reverently at it. Kneeling there, she looked like a Madonna adoring some sacred object. The thought made him hot, and his cock reflected his ardor. It began to rise right before her eyes. He saw her mouth make a little circle, as if to say "oh", but she did not. Her silent awe was even better!
She took his rod in her hands and began to stroke it. Her lips followed suit while her tongue snaked out to lick his turgid battering ram. The moistness from her lips and the saliva that was spread by her tongue was warm on his flesh. His nuts began to stir and harden. The sac which had been wrinkly and limp before was now smooth and taut.
CHAPTER EIGHT
His cock was tenderly rubbed and licked. She inserted the end of her tongue under the fold and made clean, tingling swipes all around it. The knob swelled and grew rigid.
Her lips parted and she took that bulbous wonder between her teeth. Matt worried that she might bite that tender flesh, but he need not have bothered. She expertly used her teeth to rake tenderly over him in the most gentle, but prodding way. The feeling of hard being dragged lightly around and around on his rising prick made him squirm. It was an exquisite feeling, like when a woman uses her fingernails ever so easily over a rigid shaft to send tingles through a man's spine. Matt loved it!
The teeth seared over the tip and then down to his thickening shaft. It was nearly fully erect. But when the raking hardness began to play on it, it grew steely mammoth and stuck straight up in the air. Her hands found his bulge of balls. She used the tips of her fingers to tickle lightly at them. The motions she used were all coordinated. Her lips, teeth, and hands worked in perfect time together. As her lips parted and she took more of his full rod into her mouth, her teeth bore slightly harder and her hands began to squeeze his balls.
Matt started to breath heavily. His chest heaved as he gasped for shallow gulps of air. The burning sensation in his groin was spreading all over his body. As his prick was engulfed farther and farther into her wet mouth, he began to move his hips forward. There was no way he could resist the instinctual rhythm that prodded his loins to push his stiff manhood deeper into her face. He wanted her to swallow him down.
His thick shaft forced her jaws open. She had to struggle now to cover her teeth with her lips. The crimson cock was beginning to bulge with veins that would not have taken to their hardness well. She knew that she had to be careful. But his cock was so immense the more he shoved it into her, the wider she had to open to allow him to reach her throat.
The wetness in her mouth was exquisite. Her saliva seemed to be thicker and more creamy than most. It covered his prick with a heavy coating of wet hotness that seemed to radiate right through his flesh. Still, he pressed on. His hips were moving off the couch in a slow push-and-pull movement. He was able to watch his giant rod disappear nearly half way into her mouth and then reappear nearly to the big tip before it squished slowly up again.
Now, she began to suck harder on him. The vacuum of her mouth pulled at his tender, throbbing head. He felt the slit on the tip hit against her throat. On the next stroke, he moved so that he could feel her soft cheek lining brush along that hole. It was beautifully soft.
Claudine's eyes began to well with tears. His cock was thrusting deeper now. The fire that was building in Matt's loins had been transformed into his deep plunges into her. He increased his pace because his hard balls were pushing him faster. They responded to her kneading and squeezing on them. She was seemingly carried away with working on him down there. She was no longer caressing his throbbing sac, she was pressing and pulling on it in a steady, firm rhythm.
His pounding shaft grew. The blue veins that ranthe length of his thick, juiciness were pulsating now. He could hear the ringing sound in his ears. He needed more. Her sucking was making him hot! He knew that her slurping and sucking as his cock drew in and out of her would make him shoot his wad soon, and he wanted her impaled on him. He pressed her head down with his hands. Her lips slammed into the curly hairs at the base of his cock.
Claudine was kneeling up straight now, almost crouching, so she could get his long stiff shaft down her throat. But down it, she did. She even tried to wedge her tongue out from her already filled mouth to lick his balls. Just her attempt was wonderful for Matt. The movement of her mouth in addition to her strong suction was driving him wild.
"Hey, I want to fuck you, come on, baby, take my prick out of your mouth and let me stuff it into you!"
"Mmmmmm!"
Claudine started her slow ascent from his tangled hairs, which she was licking and wetting with her saliva. Slowly, slowly she let an inch of his cock at a time emerge from between her locked down lips. He groaned at the exquisite care she took to keep her suction going and her tongue working at stroking the underside of his heavy prick. She slowed down even more as his taut, red head came nearer so that she could caress it with her tongue again.
Again, she wedged the end of her meaty tongue into his slit. She hungrily swiped up the drops of his semen that were dribbling from his tip. The way she moved her tongue was marvelous. It scathed his pee-hole with a wondrously soft, probing wetness that made him groan out loud.
Her lips were locked around the ring at his cock-head. She rotated her head so that her tongue licked and covered every millimeter of it. All the while, she sucked like she wanted to draw the sperm right up from his balls with her own effort.
Matt's heavy cock popped out of the vacuum seal of her mouth and bobbed stiffly in the air. It was straining for release. The soft skin that covered it was so tight it looked like the entire shaft would explode. There was still cream dripping from the slit on top of his red mushroom tip. She wanted to lick it off for him, but he was too close too coming to feel her tongue anymore without erupting.
'Take off your clothes, fast."
"Oh yes, Matt."
He loved watching her undress, hurriedly, while he played the bon-vivant and lay back with his steel weapon pointing straight up in the air. He wanted her to come to him. His mighty rod was all the incentive she needed to get out of her clothes and expose the delights of her body to him. There was not a second when her eyes left his mound of balls with the mammoth rod protruding ceilingward.
Her body was gorgeous. His eyes devoured every inch of her near perfection. Her hairy cunt looked large and inviting, while her tits stood on their own even though they were big as melons in the summer. Her nipples were already hard bumps. They were colored a deep velvety auburn because of her excitement.
As she came to him to lie on top of him, he reached out a hand and grabbed her by her pubic hairs. She squealed. Matt did not know why he felt like showing her he was the master, but he had to. Her hairs were twisted in his hand. The twinge of pain she felt made her look at him questioningly. He smiled and let his fingers slap up flat against her cunt. She jumped.
He began to push his fingers around on her box. She was sopping wet. His hand was immediately covered with sticky juice she had oozed out when she was sucking on him. It felt great. Her box was hot and tender. There was not a portion of it he wanted to miss. His fingers explored her clit, lips, hole, and her anus. They roamed freely in her. During it all, he made her stand there before him, legs spread a bit awkwardly. He took his time feeling her up. Two of his fingers thrust into her vagina. He rocked them back and forth in those creamy tissues.
Claudine was flushed and groaning now. Her knees wavered a little. He felt her cunt opening and closing around his hand, showing him that she could climax any minute. He let her wait. He yanked his hand viciously out of her vagina, spreading his fingers as he pulled so that she would really feel it. She nearly fell on top of him from the shock of what he had done. Her hips had been in the midst of rocking up and down in his hand, trying to get his thumb to press against her clitoris.
"Oh Matt, don't leave me this way, fuck me, please! I must have you!"
"You'll get it, you're going to get all of this red, hard meat of mine, right now!"
Matt, without warning, shoved three fingers into her hole. He had made a fast move and a direct hit. Slurp! He jammed into her cunt. Then in another quick, yanking motion, he pulled her on top of his naked body using her cunt as a handle. "Ohhh, Mat."
"Get ready, cunt!"
He rolled over on top of her and pinned her down with his weight. His cock rammed into her stomach, the steel-hardness of it pushing in her flesh so that it almost hurt her.
The feel of her flesh on his rod was exquisite. He rolled his hips around. His balls were pressing on her cunt hairs so they tickled him. He was maneuvering her so that her legs flailed wide as he hunched them over his shoulders. When he pulled back on his knees he saw her wide open before him. Her cunt was bright pink against the curly mass of her hairs that lined both sides as well as the top of her. The rivulets of her oozing juice ran down toward her ass.
His prick was aimed at her. The weighty length and girth of it looked formidable. She gasped as she looked down the barrel of it right at his dripping slit. A groan escaped her and her cunt hole seemed to gape. The sound of the liquidy opening squished out loud. She was open to him, vulnerable to his battering ram.
He felt the fire in his balls build. He wanted this cunt. He wanted to show her who was the real stud. She would learn that he wasn't hired by her to be her slave. He would show her!
He took aim and crouched. His round, tight head prodded against her clit. It made her sigh. He used that knob to play with her. Around and around it went on her hard button. The clit was stretching toward him. He could feel it grow and stand out just like a little penis. He rubbed at it, played, massaged it. She grew more and more frantic with each bump against her.
Her hips were lifting off the couch, offering her opening cunt to him to fuck her. She wanted him. The musty odor of her sex juices reached him as he bent over her. He knew that she was more than ready for him, so was he.
He took aim, he plunged one mighty, long, direct jab at her wet hole.
Whoosh! His thick, giant prick slapped into her. Her vagina parted, was torn open, by his wild stab. She screamed. He slammed forward so that the entire, awesome length buried itself in her steaming cunt.
He fit in her perfectly. His prick felt the marvelous soft walls of her cunt contracting around it. She was already working her muscles to come on his throbbing pole. He thrust another mighty jab with his hips to lodge firmly in her. It smashed his big ball sac against her sopping cavern and shoved his boiling, stiff flesh into the back of her vagina.
Claudine groaned and thrashed her head around. Then, he knew he had her, and he wanted to make her moan. He pulled back rapidly with his hips and yanked his giant weapon out to the head. She cried out and tried to go after his pleasure stick with her nearly emptied cunt. She pleaded with him to fuck her. Again he slammed all the way in her. She screamed.
Then again, he yanked out of her fast. He waited there, almost out of her hole, waiting for her to beg him. She did. He kept it up time after time. He would ram her and withdraw, slam her and yank out. Every time he entered her, he did it with such violent force that she was pushed toward the end of the couch. Her entire body was being jostled by his mighty prick ramming into her hole.
"More, oh please Maft, fuck me nowwww!"
"You'll get it, bitch, but you'll get it my way!"
Matt pummeled her with those long, pausing strokes until she looked like she was being driven mad. Every time she got right on the brink of coming, he yanked out of her. She pleaded with him to fill up the void he left by withdrawing his wonderful weapon, but he was deaf to it. As long as he could keep his cock working, he would. He even tickled her clit with his fingers when he pulled back from her. It made her moan.
But if she got too close to her orgasm, he would stop. He made her beg. He made her boil and squirm with desire for him. He could feel her rotating and bucking on the end of his stiff prick, trying to find satisfaction, trying to get off. Oh, how he made her beg. His huge cock smashed into her, filled her up, thrilled her with its hot throbbing, only to be cruelly pulled backward to leave her aching for him. Yes, she ached to feel him filling her up. She had to have him.
Ahhhh! Now, the tables were turned. SHE was the one who needed him. He could call the shots. That was just what he had wanted from her. He wanted to prove that even if he was a hired stud, he was still a MAN!
But the activity had an effect on him too. Every time he was buried deeply to his balls in her, she contracted her cunt around his pole like a wild animal. She tried to suck out his seed. It had taken all his self control to not succumb to her soft, wet, sucking cunt, but he did!
Now he had to relieve himself. His balls were ready to burst. The sperm seethed inside of him. He felt the fire spread. His balls and his cock were aflame with the burning desire to shoot. Let it out! He had to let it out!
Now he increased the pace of his rhythm. Down into her, jab out, part way, now, lunge again, then out, and in once more. Harder, faster, he slammed his giant prick into her. He pumped into her like a pile driver.
She was screaming uncontrollably now. Her cunt was spasming around his thrusting pole. The suction and her muscles were so strong that he could no longer yank as far out of her. His thrusts were short and fast. His cock frothed from mixing her juices in his jerking thrusts. Deeper and deeper into her he lunged time after time after time. More and more, she spilled out of her constant stream of juices. She was having one long orgasm under him. She had started and never stopped!
Her nails dug into his back. Her heels kicked on him while she squeezed his head between her knees. She thrashed, she yelled out loud while he plunged into her wildly and without mercy. He felt the tip of his prick slamming right into the back of her cunt. He knew she really felt that.
Then his cock burned, tingled frantically. Yes, now, he would come too.
"Get ready, bitch."
"Oh Matt, come into me, yesss!"
"Ahhh!"
"Ohhhh, Matt!"
His throbbing prick exploded into a jet stream of sperm into her gaping hole. She screamed out loud. He yelled mightily. The fire from his balls rushed along his shaft and burned out into her tender box that he had rammed mercilessly.
Glob after glob spurt after creamy spurt welled up and drenched her inside. There was so much semen and his thrusts were so wild that gallons of liquid seemed to be bubbling and frothing out of the lock his cock made with her sopping hole. Wetness covered them with the smell of his virile juices.
He rammed her. His hips slapped against her with the new rhythm of pounding orgasm. Short, jerky thrusts buried him to his wet balls in her wildly contracting hole. He rode her. He shot into her load after hot, bubbling load.
He fucked her like she never had it before.
* * *
He laid on top of her with his softening prick still wedged in her trampled hole. He knew he had hurt her a little with the way he had rammed his hips from side to side, driving his cock into her hole practically sideways. They were both panting for breath still, although they were calming down a little.
She could still feel the pulsating of his cock in her cunt as it reflected the pounding of blood in his veins. She loved it. She felt sore, but it had been worth it. Claudine was convinced that Matt was the best stud she had ever hired. And that was just what he wanted her to think.
"Oh, Matt, you're good. You're really one of the best studs I've ever had!"
"Oh?I didn't think you'd ever notice."
"Oh, come on. Ummm, you feel good inside of me still. I can feel your cock lying in me. It's different than the big hard thing you started out with."
"Oh, don't worry. It'll be that way again soon."
"Again? Now, that would be a good trick, Matt."
"You don't think that I could fuck the daylights out of you again, do you Claudine?"
"What difference does it make, dear boy? You've done quite well for yourself. I'm happy."
"Really? Well, it's not going to end here!"
* * *
Matt felt her jerk on him like she was going to tear him off at the base. But he rode with her. Plunge after plunge into her steaming cunt brought her screams of ecstasy louder and louder. His cock throbbed and itched, seething with the build-up of sperm in his bulging balls.
His time was near. She sucked him deep inside of her like a hungry mouth. She bounced off the desk to meet his fierce and wild jabs. The itch in his cock got more and more insistent. His hips began to lunge wildly now, jerking into her in a shallow, extremely fast rhythm. He beat at her mercilessly, slapping his hips against hers in a frenzy.
Then he came. Gallons of his hot, bubbling seed shot out and streamed into her cunt. He pumped frantically into her. She felt herself being bathed with his burning globs of cum. They groaned together as he spurted more and more frothing semen into her.
Matt did not stuff his cock back into his pants right away. He merely laid panting on her heaving breasts. The sticky wetness from their mutual orgasms matted down their pubic hairs as they pressed their groins together. It was sweet to just lie there and relax after all the exertion.
* * *
Well, Matt had not come up with any ideas while he had been ramming her, but he had a great fuck. As he was sitting down in her chair after disentangling himself from her arms, he noticed something sticking out from a drawer. He pulled up the chair close between her spread legs. He kept his fingers moving on and in her cunt so he could keep her occupied. It worked. She stayed lying on her back, staring at the ceiling and moaning slightly as she felt his fingers sweep gently over her clit and into her oozing cunt. He began with one finger and then two. He roamed all around her moist bush, always returning to the tiny place on her clit that gave her the most pleasure. Then he got up and placed himself squarely between her thighs and inserted the tip of his cock.
"Come on, Matt, pull out so I can get up."
"Not a chance."
"What? Now look, Matt, I don't want you to fuck me again. You were much too wild in the first one. I have to get back to work now and I'm taking you with me. You can use your energy on the rest of the staff.
"Shut up, Claudine."
"How dare you!"
Just getting angry with this bitch was giving Matt back his steam to go on. His cock was stiffening again. A look of horror came over her face when she felt the gristle in her cunt come to life again. She tried to get away. She wanted to push him off her, but she was no match for him. He merely kept her pinned down with the weight of his body.
Now that Claudine had been satisfied, in spades, her attitude had changed completely. She was once again the self-assured, hard driving woman. That was precisely what Matt did not want to let her get away with. He had to teach her that he was still a man even after she had oozed her juices.
CHAPTER NINE
He smiled down at her as they both felt his cock swelling bigger and bigger in her cunt. She was dry in that cavern now, all the juices from the first thrashing fuck had dried away. Matt knew that the friction of thumping in and out of her now would be uncomfortable for them both.
He could stand it. It would be worth it just to fuck her when she did not want to be fucked. He would teach her that she could not just order him around like a slave, even if she did hire him for 'stud service'. She would get a fuck she wouldn't soon forget now.
"Oh no, Matt, you couldn't!"
'That's what you think, baby!"
Claudine's eyes were wide with amazement, anger, and not a little fear. She did not like the way he looked so triumphant over her. Down in her cunt, she could feel his rod swelling to monumental size . It began to press out against her tender walls. Soon it would be fully erect in her dry and now smaller, contracted vagina.
He knew he would be ready. He pressed his hips tightly down on her. She tried to twist away from him, but to no avail. Every time she moved she only embedded him deeper in her sensitive canal. Already the sensation of his ballooning inside of her was sending waves of twitches up from her genitals and through her spine and stomach.
Matt felt the tingling in his balls. His rigid cock was in a beautiful state now. The hard spear was lodged in her like a torpedo in a tube. He would love to shoot in her again. He wanted to drive her right off the end of his prick with his wild lunges. But he would start slow again. That way he could get her good and excited so that she would be begging him for even more at the expense of her pride.
His hips began to rotate. The length of his cock moved in her, pressing first against one wall, then the other. Up and down and around and around he moved his meaty ramrod. Not an inch in or out was moved at all. He wanted her to just feel his manhood in every possible place of those wet folds of tissue.
In spite of herself, she groaned. The extreme pressure from his steely shaft rotating in her was too much to ignore. The waves of desire swept up from where he was lodged in her. Pressing, moving, writhing, he brought her back to where her cunt began to respond.
The squishy oozing of her juices began to bathe his cock.
Now he could begin. With deep, slow strokes, he began to shove in and out of her hole. She gasped. She had never intended to become so excited that she provided him with the lubrication to begin to thrust into her. With every searching, crammed full plunge she moaned as his cock rammed her until it felt like he would push through to her mouth.
He had her, and he knew it. He kept the steady rhythm so that his balls slapped against her with every third thrust. Then, as he watched his own shaft disappearing down that hairy, wet sluice he realized that he wanted more from her. She had already loosened up so much his cock was gliding easily into her like a knife in butter. He wanted to feel more resistance than that.
On the next, slippery back stroke, he pulled completely out of her. She flinched from the sudden emptiness in her cunt, and looked at him bewildered. She had been enjoying the slow fuck, but he had something else in mind.
He hoisted her legs high in the air while he kneeled close to her upturned hips. The full view of her pink valley that traveled from her clitoris to her puckered anus and glistened up at him. With her legs propped on his shoulders, he dragged his heavy cock-head up and down on her. He spread her oozing juice from clit to ass and back again. The manipulation with that lovely, round knob made her groan.
His fingers played at her ass. The wetness he was taking from her cunt was being deposited around the pouting, closed hole. When she suddenly realized what he was preparing to do, she tried to grapple with him, to get away. But there was no way she could break the hold he had on her. His muscular arms held her still while she flailed helplessly under him.
"You can't do that to me!"
"Oh, yeah? Just watch."
"No, please not there. I'll do anything you want, just don't put your big thing in there! I'm much too small to take it! Don't do it!"
"I'll make you bigger, don't worry about it.
"No, I don't want that in my ass!"
"Shut up, Claudine!"
His fingers were already forcing their way into her tight sphincter. She began to cry softly. He was convinced that it was all an act. But the more he tried to force just two fingers in, the more resistance he felt. Could it be that this woman had never been bun-holed before? An ass-virgin? That made what he was about to do all the more savory.
His knob was pressing against that tight, unused hole while she pleaded for him to stop. Her cries fell on deaf ears. This was the perfect way to show her who was in control even though he was technically working for her. This would teach her.
He pressed forward-nothing! His cock was held back by the puckered muscle. There was enough lubrication from all her cunt juice, her ass was just too small. But he did not let that deter him. He grunted and heaved harder, trying to get his huge knob into that small opening.
He shoved with all his might and, ooof, the tip sprang in, sealing her hole just past the head.
Claudine screamed out from the unnatural widening she had never felt before. Tears streamed down her face. He stayed with her, lodged tightly in her tiny space. The pressure from her virgin canal pressed down hard on him. It was almost too tight, but not so much that he would pull out. He had to show her.
His cock ached a little. He needed more lubrication down there so he could slide in. He moved the tip in a circular motion. His whole body was used for leverage to keep it in, and in it stayed! He grunted and pressed forward but her rectum gave only slightly. His balls were starting to burn for release from the pressure, so he decided to use them. He reached down and massaged his sac gingerly. The spongy bag responded to his touch by sending the 'little prickles of heat up his meaty shaft. Ah, yes, the dribbles of pre-shooting semen oozed out of his cock-slit. It was just the extra lubrication he needed. He kept his hips moving, ignoring her cries.
Soon now, soon, he pressed again and she gave way. The juice enabled him to press farther into her. Claudine screamed louder and louder as his giant, seething, thick rod split her ass with its girth.
He plunged deeper and deeper. His cock was dribbling fast now. He watched the veins on it pulsate as it sunk down farther, releasing more and more liquid to help his progress. It was slow going at first, inch by inch disappearing in her excruciatingly narrow canal. But then he was able to speed up. The strength surged in his loins.
Matt began to shove harder than he had before. She was kicking and fighting to keep him away. Her moves only helped him burrow deeper into her ass. She squirmed and cried glistening tears that flowed over her cheeks. He did not care, a few more lunges and he would be ball-deep in her ass. That was all he wanted from her now.
Ah, yes, he was in! His cock was buried into her unused rectum as far as he could go. Claudine was arched right up off the couch. She was nearly hysterical with pain. But that only spurred him on. He started a thrusting motion in her. Her pitiful moaning got louder and louder.
He rammed, withdrew, and rammed again. Time after time he split her ass with mighty shoves of his giant prick. The friction from her tight walls made him wild. He forgot about anything else. His muscles strained and his temples pounded with the fury of blood that pumped through them. He grunted like a steam engine. He ripped into her like a bull.
Rocking, twisting, thrusting in and out of the constricted hole, he moved faster and faster. His balls bounced against her ass cheeks furiously. His pace got more and more feverish. His cock burned and ached from her tightness, but he plunged back and forth again and again.
His activity made him break out in a sweat all over. His cock was dribbling out semen in a real stream now. He could slam her hard and widen her faster and faster.
But his time was coming. His balls were churning to blow his seed out the slit. It was like his whole groin was on fire. It was coming. It was coming. His strokes became jerky, more wild! He lunged deeper, hurting her more. Soon, yes nowwwww!
His cock exploded in her tiny ass hole. Sperm erupted from his chafing, tearing ramrod like a volcano. Spurt after spurt of hot, boiling seed splashed into her bowel and filled up her virgin ass with frothing semen.
Matt grimaced and yelled. The veins on his body stood out with the exquisite strain. He felt his cock grow and pulsate against the two small walls of her rectum. Shot after shot ran the length of his prick and jetted into her. Millions of his virile seed splashed into her.
He pumped and pumped and thrust until he felt the last burning drops of cum shoot out. He was buried full length in her when he felt his sturdy weapon begin to soften. It throbbed from the extreme pressure her canal had put on him.
Claudine was beside herself with pain and fear. She was sobbing uncontrollably now. Her body was limp and wracked with the jolting of her deep sobs. Matt gathered his last bit of strength and pulled out of her ass fast. It was a mean thing to do, her entire body spasmed from the shock of it.
Then he collapsed across her, wiping his cock on her kinky, pubic hairs.
Matt felt very proud of himself.
He had really showed Claudine who was the boss of this 'stud service' it was he, THE STUD! She would not soon forget what he had done to her. When she left his apartment she was angry as a wet hen. Not a word was spoken between them. He just mentioned that he would be at work the next day, at his own unit. It was made clear that he would not be going out to the other hospital anymore. He had had enough of that.
He did not bother to get to his unit until after ten o'clock. It seemed like everyone was already there. Most of the office doors were closed, and of the ones that were open, it was obvious that people were on the phones or working at writing reports. He had nothing to do but go talk with Rosemary.
His ego swelled even more when she seemed so happy to see him. Her big smile and alluring eyes told him he was still at the top of her list of men. Matt started to relax as he joked with her and they broke out the cards to wile away the time. He had stood up to Claudine and won. He was having things HIS way.
There would be no more of that craziness of fucking patients at the hospital. She knew now that he would not be pushed around. If he was providing such a needed service for her staff, then she could just treat him like the star he was. It made him grin just to think about it. Here he had whatever he wanted, short hours, all the fucking he wanted, and a salary to boot. He certainly felt lucky. , All the fears he had worried about with Bob seemed to be very far away now. Not that it wasn't a hair-raising experience to be kept a fucking-captive for three days, but as long as it never happened again why should he give up the great position he had here? There was no reason in the world to do that, none at all.
Matt relished the fact that he had been able to control Claudine. She was one of those women who was used to having her way. She was crafty and tough. The world of business and dirty politics were no strangers to her. To have put her in her place was a real triumph for him. Now all he had to do was sit back and enjoy all the benefits of his new job. He had to chuckle from the absurdity of it all.
"What's the matter, baby? The cards you holding so funny you got to laugh at them?"
"Oh no, Rosemary, it's not the cards, it's this job. I can hardly believe it's going to be so easy."
"Hmmm, well, sugar, if you want to know what I think, you'll keep your head on straight."
"Huh? What do you mean by that?"
"Just know what you're doin', man, the people who run this place got a bag of tricks like you never seen before. You gotta watch 'em so they don't get one up on you."
"Don't worry, Rosemary, I've already done that. I think they know they can't mess around with me."
The beautiful, black woman looked at him pityingly. She shook her head and looked back to the cards in her hand. Matt did not understand why she seemed to be so solemn. It was as if she were trying to warn him without really saying the words. What could it be? He got the same uneasy feeling from her that he got when he talked with Bob about this place.
Hell, he was tired of this. Why was everyone trying to scare him? He knew what he was doing! Rosemary's veiled warning was beginning to make him angry. What was she trying to do, spook him? He would show her too. He would let them all know that he was going to work her on HIS terms or not at all!
"Come on, Rosemary. Let's go into my office where it's a little more private."
"Can't do it, baby, I've got to watch the phones."
"Shit! Everybody's here today. They can answer the damn phones while you're with me."
"Look, Matt, I can't today."
"Why not? You were all smiles and gave me those come-on looks when I first came in. What changed your mind?'
"Nothing. I just smiled at you, can't a girl be friendly without wanting a rod between her legs?"
Matt was stunned. He had never expected her to turn him down. Why did she do it? Was she afraid of something? Had the word gone out from Claudine for her to stay away from him because he had humiliated her at his apartment? No, it couldn't be. Maybe she was just being moody or had her period or something, how should he know? He really did not know Rosemary at all, maybe this was just the way she was naturally.
He threw the cards down on the desk and walked back to his own office. Luckily, he had picked up a newspaper to read, that would waste some time. He could lounge around in his office for a while and then go home when everyone else left for lunch. He was glad he hadn't bothered to wear good clothes today. Tight-fitting levi's and a form-fitting shirt made him look casual but sexy, and he was much more comfortable. It wasn't very business-like attire, but this wasn't a very business-like job.
As he sat reading, he heard the women on the staff talking with each other out in the hall. He could not actually hear what they were saying but he could pick up the tone of it. It sounded as though one of them was giving the others instructions. There was, of course, some joking and laughing from Karen and the clown, Marilyn. For the most part, though, they seemed to be listening.
It was not long after that when Phyllis came into Matt's office. He had been lounging in his chair with his feet up on the desk. He did not move a muscle when she came in. It wouldn't do any harm to let her know he knew about his special 'status' now and planned to take advantage of it. He smiled up at her sexily. She returned his grin in a friendly way and then sat down.
She looked lovely. Her fine features and slim body were absolutely delicious looking. He wanted to get to her, but she was more reserved than the rest of the women. His intuition told him he should not force himself on her. With her type, it was better to let them think you weren't interested at first.
"Matt, I have to talk with you about some things."
"Fine. What is if"
"Well, we need to straighten up what your duties and your job responsibilities are going to be while you're here."
"What do you mean while I'm here? I'm not going anywhere else. Didn't Claudine tell you?"
"She said that your transfer had been delayed, but she didn't say for how long."
"Permanently, Phyllis! Permanently."
"I take it then that you opposed going to the main hospital? Do you want to stay with this unit so much?"
"Let me put it this way. I won't work at that hospital for any reason at any time."
"I see. Well then, we better talk about what you'll be doing here. I think that your patient load will be very light at first. You should have some time to get used to the types of problems our patients have, and-"
"Hold on! Wait just a minute, Phyllis. I don't intend to take on any patient load at all. My, job description, doesn't include that kind of work."
"But-"
"Look, if this isn't clear to you, you can always talk to the one in charge, good old Claudine."
"But, Matt, she was the one who told me to assign duties to you just this morning."
"What?"'
Matt figured it out in a flash. That bitch, Claudine was playing a game with him. She wanted to set it up so that if he didn't play it her way, he wouldn't play at all. It made him boiling angry to think about her sneaky tricks. He was trying to calculate what to do in his head when he realized that Phyllis was staring at him.
Her lovely, clear blue eyes watched him questioningly.
Could he trust her? Did Phyllis really know what was going on with him and just playing dumb to trap him? Maybe she was a spy for Claudine. After all, she was a supervisor. But somehow he could not be sure that she knew all of what was going on. Her innocence seemed too genuine. She was such a beautiful and delicate woman he really hoped she was not in on Claudine's evil scheme.
He had to get to the bottom of this. If Claudine wanted war, then war she would get.
Phyllis excused herself and left his office. Matt immediately picked up the phone to call that powerful bitch at the main hospital. No answer. The operator said Ms. Erskine was not taking any calls. He tried, he said that it was an emergency. It almost worked until she asked for his name. As soon as he told it to her she said it was impossible to talk to her. That meant Claudine had left word not to take any calls from him. His anger began to mount.
There had to be a way he could reach that bitch. He kept trying to call her. No luck. He did not even realize how long he had been on the phone until Marilyn came in to ask him if he wanted to go to lunch. Ah, Marilyn. His mind began to churn. This whole mess had agitated him so much that he felt like a good fuck. He also needed to prove he could still get to women on his unit. Especially since Rosemary had rejected him.
Marilyn responded. She began to flirt with him. He began to think there wasn't a problem at all with still fucking his co-workers until he suggested that she stay there with him while the others went to lunch. She casually backed off then. like Rosemary, she said that she just couldn't stay with him today, then she made a quick exit.
What the hell was going on? Had everyone suddenly gotten the word that he was off limits or something?
CHAPTER TEN
Matt had been trying to get to talk to Claudine on the phone for two days now. There seemed to be no way in the world she was going to talk to him. He had to get to her so he could straighten things up.
He had nothing to do at work because he refused to do anything that Phyllis suggested to him. She did not push him. He was bound and determined to retain his status as 'staff stud' or he would quit. The only thing was he did not want that bitch to end up winning over him.
He had quite a few things he really wanted to talk to Claudine about. One of them was why none of the women would fuck with him anymore, and the other was the fact that she had indeed taken he hundred dollars she had given that day when he left the hospital out of his first paycheck! What balls that woman had! After shooting him full of some weird drug and wearing out his cock with her nutty patients, she had the nerve to take back money he could have said he earned as "hazard" pay!
There had to be a way to get to her. The most obvious, of course, was to just go out to the hospital and storm into her office. The only thing wrong with that was it was not as easy as it sounded. He knew that he would have to contend with the-likes of that evil Dora Fitch if he went there. He was not afraid of the place, just cautious.
Matt was beginning to get extremely horny at work. The problem wasn't that he did not have any other outlet besides the women there. He still fucked his beautiful Elaine, but it wasn't the same. He had grown used to fucking in that outlandish hospital-office atmosphere. Indeed, if he could not fuck the women there, then why should he bother to go? Even the money was not worth being bored for four or so hours everyday.
Something had to be done. All he had to do was walk into the front office where Rosemary sat to get hard. It made him feel so deprived not to be able to fuck her anymore. All the women were being nice enough to him, they just were not letting him get into their pants anymore.
He tried to get to Donna and Nancy again. Perhaps these lesbians would not give him the cold shoulder. After all, they rarely had the opportunity to fuck with men and they seemed to be nice enough women who liked a good time. But they, too, seemed always to be too busy to accommodate him. Damn! There was no one left he could fuck with.
Or was there?
He had not yet gotten to either Phyllis or Karen. Karen was not the greatest looking woman in the world, so he did not really miss fucking with her. But Phyllis, now Phyllis was another story completely. He ached to get his joint into her tender box. He had fantasies about how small it must be. Thinking about her as he sat in his office made his cock throb with desire.
Maybe he only wanted her so much because he had not yet had her. It could have been his pride that made him lust after her, but no matter. Whatever the reason, the effect on him was the same. It was getting so he could barely stand to be in the office with her. His prick would strain against his pants just watching her go about her normal duties.
She seemed to be the kind of woman who did not flaunt her private life in front of everybody else. And maybe that was the key of how to get to her. He was probably getting nowhere because he always tried to flirt with her when the offices were filled with HER staff members. It was worth a try to see what would happen if he stayed late one night when there would be just Phyllis and him alone together.
Matt did not want to get too overzealous about this. The day he picked to stay until five o'clock at work, he did not bother to come in until slightly after noon. He figured that he could read the paper and shoot the bull with Marilyn and the others or play cards until past three o'clock.
If the others were surprised, they did not show it. It was a normal, boring day for the most part. But as the day wore on, he got more and more excited. The thought of being alone with Phyllis and perhaps scoring with her was a real turn-on for him. The minutes seemed to drag. Then, finally, one by one, the women began to drift out. Soon, the silence along the long corridor of offices told him they were all gone.
He walked slowly toward Phyllis' office. She was startled. She had never expected to see him still there at that late hour, late for him at least. Her smile belied her nervousness. It was as if she did not know what to do or how to act. Matt hoped her anxiety would not drive her away.
He leaned against the door and smiled alluringly at her. She dropped her eyes quickly and straightened the papers on her desk. Her eyes dared not meet his. As he walked toward her, she leapt up and grabbed her purse, announcing that she was ready to leave now. It was an obvious lie.
Matt did not stop. He placed himself directly in front of her, barring her way to the door. His hands were resting lightly on her shoulders. He had never been so close to her before. The light, sweet scent she wore was perfect for her. He inhaled the aroma and felt his cock harden. What a delicate woman she was. He loved it.
Her petiteness and apparent fragility pleased him. It made him feel big and powerful. She was like a precious flower who needed careful tending. He would be more than happy to tend to the lovely garden he was sure she had between her legs.
"You're a very lovely woman, Phyllis, but I'm sure you know that already."
"Uh, y-yes, that's what they all say. Isn't that the line I'm supposed to use?"
"Hey, do you think I'm just putting you on?"
"Let me go, Matt. You have a lot of other women to keep you busy, you needn't bother with me."
"What kind of talk is that? I'm here because I want to be. You're a knock-out and I like you."
Phyllis tightened in his grasp. She seemed to be steeling herself to tell him something. A slight tremor went through her body. He couldn't figure out what was the matter with her. What was she trying to get up the courage to tell him?
"Matt, I'm going to be honest with you."
"Fine, please do."
"All right, I'd like you to leave because I don't want you to think that I'm like, like all the others."
"What others?"
"Come on, Matt, I know what goes on around here and I know why Claudine hired you. I also know there's a boycott against any of the women having relations with you."
"Phyllis, what are you saying? Do you think that it's only because Claudine ordered everyone to cut me off that I've come to you?"
"Of course."
It suddenly hit Matt right between .the eyes. Phyllis had a crush on him! She had been hurt by his fucking around with all the others. It was a special place with him she wanted. By approaching her now, it looked like all he wanted was a quick fuck from her because he couldn't get one anywhere else. Well, that was partially true, but she did not have to know it. He did not want to hurt her feelings.
He reached out and stroked her face gently with one hand. He handled it gently and fondly. With an open, sincere-looking smile, he tried to calm her fears. His task would be to make her believe that she was 'special' to him instead of just another fuck. In a way, she really was. She had intrigued him from the very beginning, from the first time he saw her.
The tension in her body did not abate, instead she became even more rigid. He stroked her hair, tenderly letting his fingers play on her neck and near her ears. The color in her cheeks heightened. She was actually beginning to blush. It was having an effect on Matt, as well. His prick was stirring in his pants. Her soft skin was like cream, her features perfect.
As he watched her breasts heave up and down with her confusion and fear, he felt his own blood pound in his temples. What a prize she was! Her perfect body seemed to radiate a heat that drew him to her. He went closer. Her upright breasts just barely brushed against his chest. She shivered, he got more of a hard-on.
Gently and slowly, he eased his head down toward hers. She pulled back only slightly, more as a gesture than real resistance. But he was able to find her lips with his own. He knew that tenderness was in order now. His lips barely brushed hers at first. A light, moist touch of their soft lips suspended them both in time. There was no sound except for their breathing which became louder and louder and more shallow.
Taking his time, he carefully drew her closer. Their lips made more and more contact now. He held her tighter. His tongue came out from between his lips to barely touch against hers. The moist softness made her catch her breath.
Her breasts were firmly against him now. The hardness of her nipples felt good on his chest while the rhythm of their panting made them move slightly. He pushed his tongue farther now, just barely making her lips part. She was trembling lightly in his arms. The slowness and the gentleness of his kiss made her head spin. She had never expected his romantic flair and was taken quite unawares by it.
Now Matt knew he had her. There was no turning back. His head began to move erotically while his tongue probed deeper into her wet, slightly opened mouth. He searched for her tongue, found it, and caressed it with his own. Her body began to melt into his. She was succumbing to him. All it had taken was some gentleness and care to make her feel 'special.'-
"Let's go to Nancy and Donna's office. I want to be with you, Phyllis."
She only nodded her head at him, looking into his chest as if she were too embarrassed to catch his gaze. He swooped her into his arms as he grabbed the large chain of keys off her desk. She curled her head into the hollow of his neck as he carried her across the hall to the love-nest the two lesbians had made for themselves. In what seemed to be no time at all, he was laying her gently back onto that soft, leather couch.
They were both panting now. Matt began to let his hands roam over her heaving body. She trembled slightly as she felt him move smoothly from her side, to her flat abdomen, and then slowly toward her sensitive breasts.
He felt them through her clothing first, running the palm of his hand gently around on the erect nipples. Then he began to unbutton her blouse, searching for the bare flesh of her breasts unimpeded by material. When his fingertips found them, she flinched from the pure pleasure of his touch. He pressed gently, moving his hand in a circular motion over the tip. Then he began to press harder and harder as her breath grew more shallow.
Matt ducked his head away from her lips and suctioned his mouth over first one hard nipple, and then the other. He sucked the hard knobs into his mouth and licked them sensuously with his hot tongue. Phyllis began to sigh. As he licked and sucked, he began to work at undressing her with his hands. He fumbled a little, he pulled and tugged gently, but finally it was done. She lay naked under him.
Matt had not yet seen her bare flesh since he was still occupied on her breasts. His cock was stiffening from rubbing against her leg. The feeling of her delicate body was making his prick throb to get out of his pants.
He let his tongue trail languorously down her stomach and around her hips while he undressed himself. He was able to glimpse her fantastic body now and the sight of her loveliness was making his nuts squirm in their sac. But soon he was as naked as she and ready to treat his hard cock to the sensation of being unsheathed against her.
Phyllis had her eyes closed as Matt propped himself up on his elbows and knees, hovering over her. He bent his head and looked down over the expanse of both their bodies. A jolt hardened his prick even more. The sight was incredible. Upside down, he saw her firm, hard-nippled breasts blend gently to her flat stomach and then to her small triangle of light, curly hairs. His cock was rigidly pointing right at her stomach and the outline of his big sac behind it hung down and throbbed.
As he lowered himself, first the bulging knob of his prick made contact with her snatch, pressed, and then stiffly slid heavily along her stomach. Her quivering nipples etched their tiny mounds into his chest. Flat on her then, with his cock sandwiched between them, he began to rotate his hips slowly in the rhythm of fucking. Phyllis moaned very softly and ever so slightly returned his passionate embrace.
Matt was getting so excited just lying there on top of her he knew he would have to make a move soon. She was just as fragile and as soft as he had thought she would be. Her skin was the texture of cream. Even his prick lying tumultuously along her stomach almost felt rough to him compared to her exquisite velvety flesh.
He rocked his hips back and forth. Between her legs, he could feel his burning ball sac press up against her cunt and become wet from her juices. Aha, she was just as hot as he was! The sticky ooze was spreading as he moved on her trembling body. He began to pull back farther with his hips so that his thick cock would drag along. Matt's knob felt the wetness from her and sent a shiver through him. This shy woman's obvious arousal was more erotic to him than fucking with a woman who was more experienced. He liked having to almost show Phyllis what to do. Her legs were lying limply until he took them and curled them around his waist. Her eyes remained tightly shut, as if she could not bear to look, while her body told him she was aching to have his rod thrashing in her box.
His eyes devoured her widely opened cunt. Her tender tissues were the softest, most inviting pink color he had ever seen. Lying just at the round, small opening to her vagina was a pool of clear liquid that had run out of her canal. Oh, it made him shudder and feel an extra tingle in his cock. He could not resist. He dropped his head and guided his tongue to her pleasure-spot, lapping at the sweet tasting juice. Instantly, she moaned out loud and arched her back. His tongue played at her wet hole.
Licking her and sucking gently on her labia and her clit, he brought her to a state of unabashed frenzy. Her hips would not remain still. They undulated under the long, tickling strokes of his meaty, moist tongue. He rubbed it over her hardening clit and slurped it slowly in and out of her oozing hole. She groaned deeply and entwined her hands in his hair, pulling him closer to her steaming cunt.
But he did not want her to come that way. Working on her like this had made his cock a rigid piece of steel that burned to be jammed into her tight hole. He had felt the narrowness of it even with his tongue as he shoved it up there. The thought of having his thick joint in her was propelling his bubbling nuts to shoot.
He would have to get into her quickly.
Rather abruptly, his head pulled out of her delicious cunt that smelled so sweet. His ramrod was straining toward the ceiling and pulsating from the engorging blood being pumped rapidly into it. Phyllis was moaning softly now, almost whimpering, as she anticipated her impalement on his huge spear.
Matt breathed heavily into her ear while he used his hand to aim his weapon at her hole. He flexed his hips downward and made a direct hit that lodged his round knob into her opening partway to make her flinch. Then, an immediate follow-up thrust sunk him into her juicy canal nearly halfway. It was as tight as he had expected it to be. Her creamy walls pressed against his cock from all sides.
"Ohhh, Matt it hurts!"
"Don't worry, baby, I'll be careful."
"I feel so, so stretched, so filled up! Ahhhh!"
"Easy does it. Relax. I'm almost all the way in you now."
"Ohhhh! There's more? I don't know if I can take it! Ohhh, please be gentle."
Her thin, labored voice, filled with passion and fear made Matt tingle all over. She made him feel so big, so powerful. Her pleading for him to be gentle was so precious, so genuine, that it made him feel so much the man and so virile.
He pressed slowly forward with his hips, forcing aside her wet, tender walls with his hard tool. She groaned and tears appeared in her eyes as he guided the mammoth rod into her. Her vagina would contract and resist him as he pressed down, but he kept up a steady action that made her finally open before him. His cock was forcing its way mightily into her little used box.
The throbbing and the heat in her cunt were driving him wild. His prick wanted to plow into her but he knew that he should try to be gentle with her. He began to stroke in and out of her in measured, long thrusts that were slow but strong. Every drive brought a groan and tremble from her. Every partial withdrawal brought a sigh and a shudder.
This woman was letting him know exactly how she felt. He could see that every slight move of his cock brought her waves of ecstasy. There was nothing she could hide, or wanted to hide from him. His mighty ramrod was pulsating with hotness from feeling her move and moan under him.
He had to increase his speed. His excitement spurred his hips to more insistent thrusts into her wet hole. He began to stroke faster and harder. Her arms clung tightly around his neck as her nails dug into him. Now, when his steaming knob slammed against the back of her vagina, she screamed out in pleasure and some little twinge of pain from his strong jabs.
Ohhh, now his senses almost left him. He could feel her canal retracting around him. The perspiration began to form in beads on his forehead and run down his face. The veins in his neck stood out as he supported himself on his arms and pumped mightily and rapidly into her. The resistance from her narrowness made him work harder and the friction made his cock burn.
"Feel it, Phyllis! Feel me in you, baby."
"Ahhhh, yes, it's wonderful!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Matt felt his cock begin to twitch and jerk as he heaved in and out of her. She was groaning now, thrashing her head from side to side with her eyes closed as if she were in complete ecstasy. He knew he could take little more of this wondrous, soft friction from her tight cunt.
His balls began to seethe to erupt his sperm into his throbbing shaft. The suction seal of his pummeling sloshed with her oozing juices and his own hot pre-shooting stream of semen. Their writhing union was frothy with sex juices and made the slaps of his hips on her resound with the squish from them.
It was too much! The frenzy was mounting. He was drilling into her now with fast, deep plunges that shook her entire body. She clung to him for dear life, wrapping her legs around him and holding him desperately in her arms as his thick cock tore into her.
She began to cry out and thrash her body around just as he felt his burning seed pumping toward his gaping slit. They were coming together. He slammed her hard. He jabbed his spewing cock into her spasming hole with all the force in his hips.
"I'm coming, ahhhhh!"
"Yes, oh Matt, yeeessss!"
Their bodies slammed together. His ramming cock slapped in and out of her while she bounced her hips up to meet his mighty thrusts. They writhed and moaned. His sperm jetted into her in hot, bubbling streams of pleasure. She felt every one of them filling her up as his pounding cock jerked and pulsated in her pumping furnace-hole.
She screamed and twisted. He thrust and rotated his hips so that his giant prick pressed into every fold of tissue in her sopping wet box.
Again and again, his weapon shot out his creamy jism. Her cunt hungrily sucked it out of him in wild, clamping contractions of her vagina. They bucked! They roared! like it was the last fuck on earth, they rode each other to a frenzied pitch of orgasm after flaming, screaming orgasm!
Matt ground down on her hard so that his steely shaft rammed full back to the end of her juicy sluice. His mighty thrusts bowed her convulsing body and yanked it by the pure force of his tremendous suction in her gripping cunt. His balls slapped against the streaming wet valley that led to her ass. All was covered with the thick juices of their orgasms and filled with room with the aroma and liquidy sounds of sex.
They came time after time. Thrusting, bouncing, writhing, yelling, and pumping they climaxed again and again.
It was wonderful. Matt had rarely felt his entire body sing the way it did now while he fucked Phyllis. He didn't know if it was just the mystique of her having been unattainable for so long or the fact that he was having sex at work again. Whatever it was, it was really something. His cock felt like it had found a home there in her tight cunt. He never wanted to pull out.
They laid there in each others' arms, breathing heavily from their exertion and trading light, soft kisses. Matt was surprised he liked it so much. Usually, unless he wanted to prove his studly powers, he would have yanked out his pecker and been gone from her in an instant. But this time, it was different. There was something that kept him locked in her warm embrace, feeling her petite, lovely body under him. Her vagina loosened slightly around his deflated cock. It felt good to him this time, not just a useless hole where he had shot his wad.
Could it be that he had more feelings for this woman than he wanted to admit to himself? Had he finally found someone who could satisfy him and bind him with an emotional tie as well? It would be a first for Matt. He had never felt particularly warm toward any of the women he had sex with, not that he didn't like them. He always liked the women well enough, but never quite enough to bother to make any commitments to them.
Perhaps Phyllis would be different. He gazed down into her clear, blue eyes as if he were searching for the answer. She only fluttered her eyelids downward, embarrassed by his penetrating stare. That was certainly one thing he liked about her, she was so unassuming and quiet. It was a refreshing change from all the strong-willed, upfront women he was used to like Claudine and Elaine, not to mention Marilyn who had the gall to follow him into the men's room.
Yes, this woman was different. He liked her quietness. She made him feel like a real man instead of a penis caught in a power-struggle of women who wanted to prove they were liberated. Matt liked the idea of having an 'old fashioned' woman who would defer to him and be gentle instead of aggressive with him.
Just thinking about it made his cock begin to stir again. He was very pleased. There was nothing he would like better than another buck in her tight-fitting saddle. But as she felt him grow, it seemed as though she became nervous. To his surprise, she pleaded gently for him to withdraw from her because she was sore. Her request was so humble and sweet that he could not get angry with her or demand that she perform.
"What's the matter, Phyllis, do you really hurt that much."
"Yes."
"But why?"
"I, I'm just not used to this, and you're, you know, you're so big and strong." Matt felt ten feet tall.
Here was a woman who did not fuck around with every guy in town. She genuinely was feeling the discomfort of having his giant, slamming cock ramming into her. Hell, he could accept that. After all, he knew what his ass felt like after being penetrated by something big. Her small, embarrassed plea had touched him. How could he force her now? Besides, there would be other times, he wanted there to be other times.
But as he slowly withdrew his growing prick, he saw that he was going to have problems. His cock was hardening all over again. He had to have some kind of relief even if it was not in her seldom-used cunt. Phyllis kept her eyes demurely averted from his huge tool, but she knew what was going on.
To Matt's surprise, she gently and hesitantly took his cock in her hands. Very slowly, and studiously, as if she were really trying hard to please him, she brought his glowing knob toward her moist, trembling lips. She was going to give him a blow-job. This tender woman, who had so little experience, was going to give him what he had to have even though she could not let him inside of her again.
What a treat. What a woman!
"Have you ever done this before?"
"W-well, no!"
She looked away, shyly.
'Then why are you doing it now, Phyllis?
"I, it's just that, well, I want to please you, that's all."
Matt could not help but smile broadly at her. It was so dear of her. She was so giving, so loving, he could not resist. Here was a woman who was thinking of his pleasure, wanting to give him pleasure, any way she could. He had never known this quality in a woman before that was not tainted with aggressiveness.
He watched her as she took him tentatively between her lips. It was so soft, so light a touch. But only her lips kissed breathlessly at his red, round head. She did not know how to use her tongue or how to suck on a man. That was all right with Matt. He would just have to teach her how to do it and that would make it all the more exciting for him.
"Phyllis, use your tongue there, yeah, lick it. Ohhh, yeah, that's right, do it slow!"
His prick stood more and more upright as her halting movements began to stir his throbbing manhood. He watched every move she made. It was exciting to see her blushing cheeks and her fluttering eyelids as she tried her best to give him what he wanted.
"That's right. Now, open your mouth and take more of me inside, take the shaft, baby. Yeahhh, that's perfect. Keep using your tongue to lick it."
She was following all of his orders to the letter. Everything he told her to do, she did.' Sweetly and compliantly. His prick was rock hard and his balls were beginning to churn. Her light touch was sending shivers up his spine. The feel of her inexperienced touch was more exciting than those from a woman who had been around for a long time.
Her tender lips caressed his bulging shaft while her tongue ran sweetly over his tingling knob. She was going down on him with such delicacy that he almost could not bring his hips to move. But he had to, he had to have more of her. He needed her suction and more of his long rod in her virgin mouth.
"Suck on it, Phyllis, do it, yeah, ohhhh, take in more of me. Yeahhh!"
His breath was beginning to get more and more shallow. Her faltering movements and unpracticed way of sucking made him feel like he had a young girl on the end of his cock instead of a woman. It was really quite erotic. It made his hips rock with pleasure from her ministrations. He pressed his thick girth of shaft deeper into her moist mouth. At first, she was confused by this. Her eyes got wide as she struggled to open up, to let him in. But she got used to it. She learned to let him slip in and out past her lips while still sucking and licking at him.
He was going farther into her now than she was ready for. The feeling of hot desire in his balls was propelling him back and forth in her mouth more deeply and insistently. He could feel the widening slit in the head of his prick begin to gape and ooze out his semen in dribbles. When she tasted it, she stopped for a moment, as if unsure of what to do. But Matt kept slowly plowing into her, telling her softly to swallow it.
Phyllis did a good job at sucking on him. Even when his giant prick hit against the back of her throat, she controlled her gagging. He was pleased to see that she could drink these first few dribbles of his sperm.
Then his hotness began to mount. As he thrust more than halfway into her mouth and felt her throat close against his throbbing, huge tip, the burning in his balls increased. It would not be too long before his bubbling jism would splash out into her. He held her head down on his bucking, rotating lap so that she would take it all in her mouth.
He felt the swirling begin. His groin tingled and itched to shoot his load. He bounced up so his cock was thrust farther into her throat. The growing size of it gagged her. He could see the tears streaming from her eyes. Soon now, yes, now!
The seething cream spurting into her mouth took her by surprise. She tried to swallow gamely but Matt could see she was having a hard time. His cock roared. It twitched and jerked in her mouth, breaking her suction seal. It bounced away from her lips throwing sperm in all directions.
A creamy glob splashed full on her lips. Then another and another wild spurt spewed from his jolting rod! His hips rocked up with the burning sensation of his seed hurling through the length of his pulsating shaft. It burst forth again and again!
The fiery weapon spent itself waving wildly there in front of them both. Phyllis had kept a grip on it with her hands and was squeezing it while it blasted out his sperm. He emptied himself completely all around the room.
When it was over, she was wiping his cream from her lips and swollowing the residue pools still in her mouth. Matt was exhausted from both emotion filled rounds of climaxing. His head rolled back on the couch while she rested her head on his crotch.
* * *
They had gone back to his apartment together that night. It was as if it were all meant to be. Their spirits and their bodies seemed like they were made for each other. Matt could barely keep his hands off her. But while his appetite for her was ravenous, it was not insistent. He did not mind waiting for her to become comfortable with him.
It was this very shyness on her part that he liked so much. She was an honest, loving woman. With her, he could indeed feel like he was a king. It was more than feeling like a stud, it was being really appreciated for more than just fucking. Teaching her what to do made him feel that her luscious, delicate body was his exclusively. He was proud of having gotten to her so thoroughly.
They had slept curled in each others arms. Her lovely breasts pressed against his body in the most wonderfully soft way. It had never been so good for him, not in the feelings welling up in him for her.
When morning came, she was just as shy as before. She seemed to be embarrassed at having spent the night with him, as if it were something she did not normally do. Matt liked that. He felt good and strong. Somehow he was beginning to feel protective toward this petite woman.
They breakfasted on toast, coffee, and oranges. There was really no-other food in the apartment. Matt usually ate out or just opened cans when he was alone. Phyllis said that he needed taking care of, and Matt was inclined to agree with her. If she wanted to, that would be all right with him. This was the first time he had ever felt this way about any woman. It was probably because her demureness made him feel like a man.
The dream they were sharing had, of course, to come to and end. It was not long before the subject of work came up. It was obvious that his special job as the staff stud was something that Phyllis could not accept. She did not want to tell him what to do, but it would not work with any relationship he might want with her and he knew it.
"Are you going to work today, Matt?"
"Are you?"
"Why, of course."
"Then why ask me?"
"I thought that, that maybe you were thinking of putting an end to all this."
"Hey, Phyllis, I've got to pay the rent, you know. They're paying me a lot of money for doing a hell of a lot of nothing."
"Come on, it's not exactly 'nothing' they expect you to be doing. Claudine hired you for a specific purpose and if you don't come through, she'll get rid of you in a minute."
"I can take on that bitch."
"Matt, you don't have to prove anything to anyone. I suppose that by now most of the women know what you can do. You're a real man, do you really need to have a captive harem to prove it?"
Matt was thunderstruck. He never expected Phyllis to be so candid with him. She saw the look on his face and quickly shifted her gaze to the floor. She was afraid she had overstepped her limits with him. In fact, she almost had. He was angry at first, but then he had to admit to himself that she was right.
His friend, Bob, had told him the same thing. Now that he had met Phyllis and felt something real for the first time in his life, this crazy, senseless fucking seemed unimportant. He didn't need to prove he could win over Claudine. She had control over her game in the hospital and maybe it was folly to try to best her there on her home turf.
It was a fact that the tide might just turn against him. Claudine might just carry out her threat to accuse him of raping patients anytime she wanted to. He would never be able to prove otherwise. That crafty bitch had been right, no one would believe he had been forced into fucking women. It was absurd. Maybe he was playing with fire with her. But somehow he had to meet the challenge. He could not just walk away and leave Claudine thinking she had won the battle with him.
