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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both
appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for
me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you
now include your first name and age in your comments. It
gives me a better idea who my audience is. Thanks and
enjoy the story.
TENDER LOVING CARE
By Ann Douglas
Michelle Brown was 34 yrs old and had been a
nurse at the Lexington Sports Medical Clinic for almost two
years. One of the best medical facilities of its kind, it often
played host to a variety of professional, college, and
weekend athletes. The usual injuries ran from a bad sprain
or compound fracture to a totally destroyed knee.
Most of the patients were male, and were usually
very young. Every day the halls were filled with men whose
bodies had been molded to physical perfection. Michelle
always had a weakness for jocks. Even though she had
been married for five years, and her husband was no less
lacking in physical looks, Michelle couldn't help but get an
erotic charge dealing with all of those hard bodied men.
Some days it was an agony for her to just look.
It was Saturday afternoon when they had brought in Craig
Thomson. He was the star halfback from the local
university and had dislocated his knee in the season
championship. One look at him as the doctors did their
examination told her that this time she had to do more than
look.
The nursing supervisor was more than glad when
she volunteered for the graveyard shift.. After all, few of
the young unmarried nurses wanted to work midnight to
morning, especially on the weekend. Her husband wasn't
too happy about it but right now she wasn't thinking about
him.
It was the second night, about two in the morning
that she let herself into Craig's room. She stood there in the
semi-darkness admiring his body. Craig stood about six
foot four, and weighed two hundred and sixteen pounds.
Every ounce was hard muscle, sculptured like a stature of
some greek god. What her husband and most of her friends
would find so shocking was that Craig's skin was as dark as
the night.
Somehow her presence must've alarmed Craig. He
jerked awake and looked around.
"Who's there?" He asked as he rubbed the sleep
from his eyes.
"Shhh," Michelle said softly. "It's just the nurse
checking on you.
She put her small white hand on his dark chest and
eased him back onto the bed. His chest was like a steel
banded barrel. The sheet had been tossed aside when he
jerked upward, leaving Craig covered by only a tiny pair of
bikini briefs.
Continuing her role as concerned nurse, she checked
the bandages around his knee, trying hard not to stare at the
large bulge in his briefs.
"I....I was having a dream..." Craig said as he
noticed her stealing looks at his crotch.
"I can tell," Michelle laughed softly.
She sat on the edge if the bed, her hand still resting
against his chest, her fingers teasing the black tightly curled
hairs. She smiled as she saw the bulge in his shorts jerk in
response to her caress.
"It was a pretty nice dream," Craig said with in a
throaty chuckle.
""I feel guilty for interrupting it." Michelle said,
knowing she had already used up every legitimate reason
she had for being in this young mans room in the middle of
the night.
She took a deep breath and decided to go ahead.
"Maybe I can make it up to you." She said as she
reached down and put her hand beneath the elastic of his
briefs. With a quick motion she freed the long black snake
hidden there.
Michelle could've help gasping in wonderment.
Craig's cock was almost nine inches long and twice as thick
as her husbands. She had seen black cocks before in her
duties but never one in this state. She curled her fingers
around the thick shaft, causing a glistening hint of pre-cum
to appear at the tip.
She bent over and took the tip of his big black cock
into her mouth, licking the drop of pre-cum, savoring the
forbidden taste. Michelle then ran her tongue over the
ebony pole, wetting the stiff shaft. Her lipstick smeared
across the dark flesh, she would worry about cleaning it up
later. Then she ran her tongue in circles around the shiny
red rings she'd made.
"Easy," She whispered as Craig's hips pushed
upward. "Don't hurt the knee. Doctor D'Angelo will have
my ass if he has to do the reconstruction all over again. For
a second she realized the absurdity of what she just said.
Like they wouldn't fire her if they found out she had sucked
the cock of a patient. Not that she cared at this moment.
There was something so erotic about sucking this black
boys cock. A forbidden nature that make her much more
oral than she usually was. She drew in a breath of air
through her nostrils, reveling in to heady scent of his cock
and balls. She reached down and cupped his balls as she
tried to get more of the enormous shaft into her mouth.
The big black cock jerked to life the head hit the
back of her throat. Then she worked her vibrating tongue
southward again, kissing the side of the dark pole, nuzzling
his hairy balls. She tried to take each of the balls in her
mouth when she saw his reaction to her licking them.
"Just relax and let me suck you off." Michelle
whispered as she looked into his dark brown eyes so he
could see the passion her own blue ones. "Let the Nurse
take care of you."
Michelle knew she was alone on the shift so there
wasn't any real need to hurry, it wasn't like a real hospital
where they had late night emergencies. Still there was
always the chance one of the other patients would wake up
and call the nurses station looking for her.
Her fingers caress his tender black sac that held his
cum-filled balls, stuffing more and more of his huge hard-on
in her mouth. Michelle milked and sucked confidently as
she got used to the size of the big black prick.
Craig moaned with approval, he knew he was close
to climax.
Michelle knew that he wanted to fuck her, the
thought has a great deal of appeal. But that would
definitely open up the stitches in his knee. So she held his
belly down and continued to make love to him with her
mouth. She felt his hand sliding under her uniform, cupping
her sex. Sliding a finger past the edge of her white panties,
Craig found her clit with his middle finger, flicking the
swollen bud in time with her pumping mouth. Now it was
Michelle's turn to groan as she quickened the pace further.
Craig bucked spasmodically in her mouth, his cock
swelling even larger seconds before a torrent of hot cum
spurted, coating her tonsils with salty sperm. Michelle
swallowed greedily, getting off as her patient drove two
fingers up into her pussy. She swallowed each burst as fast
as she could, but it still began to leak out of the corners of
her mouth and down her chin. She felt like it would never
stop.
Finally it did, and Craig collapsed back into the bed.
Michelle licked his big black cock clean, marveling that even
in its softened state if was still so huge. Finally the last of
his cum had been licked away.
"Go back to sleep now," She whispered as she
pulled the sheet back over his body. "I have to finish my
rounds, but I'll check in on you again."
Craig healed up nicely and Michelle was sure to visit
him every night to check on him until he was released. The
better he felt the more she stopped by. In fact the night
before he was released, Michelle finally got to feel that
tremendous black cock inside of her. It was an experience
she would never forget.
Craig went on to play in the NFL. Michelle's
husband could never understand why sometimes she would
sit with him and watch the games ---- or why she was
always so horny afterward. Not that he ever complained.
End
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Priorities ....
A hundred years from now....
It won't matter how much money I had....
What kind of house I lived in ....
Or what kind of car I drove...
What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
Because I was important in the life of a child.
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