Her head began bobbing up and down on his prick. When the bitter drop of pre-cum beaded at the very tip, her agile tongue quickly wiped it away. She made a face around the shaft of cock entering her mouth. It left a lingering, ugly taste in her mouth.
She knew, however, that it would soon be washed away by the creamy tide of the doctor's hot cum. How she loved the taste of manseed! She would do anything to get a mouthful of it. To let it roll over her tastebuds, stimulating her, making her into a complete woman!
That was living.
She was going to live life to the fullest that night. And she'd make certain Doctor Wilson went along for the ride. She owed it to him for letting her get by with giving him head in the OR.
"Careful, careful," he said. "Slow and easy. Yes, just like that!"
He might have been directing the other doctor. She knew he was telling her the tempo of face fucking she could accept. She was moving slowly, with great deliberation. Inch after slow inch of his prick vanished into her mouth, almost choking her.
She backed oft her teeth dragging on the sides of his cock. The ugly red marks were soothed away by her soft lips. The nurse knew she was giving him exactly what he wanted by the way he stood, the way he thrust his hips forward, the way his cock was pulsing rhythmically.
"Good work; very gooood!" the man was saying. Peggy assumed he meant her. What did he really care about the operation? The other doctor could handle it perfectly. No matter what was going on just inches above her head, the sucking nurse knew that the doctor was speaking directly to her. She was doing a good job. He was saying so.
"I love the way you do that," he cooed, almost silky smooth.
She'd finally penetrated the man's icy, aloof exterior. All it took was a little sucking on his prick!
She tightened her lips around the end of his cock and really sucked. If he thought he was getting good head before, she'd make sure he knew what it could be like if she really put all her abilities to work.
His fingers came down and rested lightly on the back of her head. He finally decided that he could take this liberty, that the others in the operating room wouldn't see him guiding her head in exactly the rhythm he desired most.
His prick vanished between her lips as she sucked in more and more of his cock. When the rubbery tip bounced off the roof of her mouth, she knew she'd have to take his entire cock. Nothing less would please him.
The insistent pressure on the back of her head made her gulp, then begin swallowing his entire eight inches. When the top of his cock passed her tonsils, she knew she had it made. For a long moment, the cock seemed to hang in the back of her throat.
Then he was firmly lodged in her windpipe. Every time she swallowed, her Adam's apple would bob up and down caressing the sensitive underside of his cock. She knew it was getting to him from the way his cock began to really dance around.
The movement became so great, she could no longer hold him in her throat. Besides, the gag reflex was beginning to work on her. She didn't want to choke. Not now, not with the most virile, commanding, dominant man she'd ever seen expecting the best from her.
"Keep going. Good, very goooood!"
Her bobbing head sucked up the end of his prick again after she had recovered from having it all the way down her throat. Face fucking herself with long, demanding movements, she let the friction build between her dewy lips and his jerking, fully aroused prick.
It didn't take long to get the man off. Her sucking combined with her dancing tongue did the trick.
The first spurt of his jism shot all the way to the back of her mouth. The creamy white jizz splattered on her tonsils and then dribbled down into her throat. This wasn't what she wanted. She pressed her tongue firmly over the end of his gushing cock and smeared every last drop of his cum against her tastebuds.
Only in this way did she get the full pleasure from his cum.
And then it was all over. His cock turned limp and fell from between her lips. No longer a fully man-sized fucking tool, it had gone back to sleep. It was hardly larger than when she had first seen it. Barely longer than her thumb, it was almost funny looking.
Peggy slipped back under the operating table, glanced about to make sure that the attention was elsewhere, then rose to stand beside the patient. She slipped her mask back into place and none could tell what had happened.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Very good work, Doctor Marrick. Please see to the post-op, nurse. And Miss Martin, a word with you after the others have gone. I want to talk with you about your OR procedures."
She felt a tremor pass up and down her spine. What was he going to say to her? Was he mad or had he enjoyed it and wanted another taste of the sweet loving she could give him?
Whichever, a cold wave shot into her cunt and made her shiver a bit. She could feel herself beginning to get all hot and agitated by the time the patient had been taken from the room. This was the moment of truth. She'd see now if the doctor was human or not.
He spun and faced her, his eyes flashing angry black. "Goddammit! I've never seen such a stupid thing in all my life! Sucking my cock while I was trying to operate! I might have killed that man!"
"I doubt it," Peggy raid, suddenly more sure of herself than she'd been before. The man's demeanor was frightening, but she felt herself responding to him on some elemental level. She wanted him to order her, command her.
And she couldn't understand why.
"Oh? And what makes you say that?"
"You're too good a surgeon to goof it up."
"Well, thank you, Miss Martin. I'm sure the board of examiners will be happy to have you sit in judgment of all the malpractice cases. You are going to have to be punished for this. And I mean punished!"
The words thrilled her strangely. She understood the man wasn't going to ask for her to be fired. This was different.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked the raging doctor.
"You will address me as sir! SIR! Do you hear that!"
"Yes, sir. By the way, what's your first name? I don't think I've seen it listed anywhere."
"Arthur," he said in a weak voice. Then he snapped, "I want to see you immediately in OR 13. Immediately, for your discipline."
He stalked from the room. His words left her confused. Discipline? What did he have in mind? She couldn't begin to guess because he wasn't going through the normal channels for disciplinary action.
A board of directors would have to convene, look over her record, take depositions from all concerned, and then pass judgment on her. Doctor Wilson seemed intent on doing it all himself.
For that, Peggy was thankful. Whatever he did to her, it would be fine. Just as long as she was with him.
She tried to analyze what she really felt about the man. He was so forbidding it almost scared her. Yet, that was part of his sexual appeal. He wasn't the pushover Luke was. All she had to do was snap her fingers and Luke would ball her.
Arthur Wilson was a different sort altogether. She couldn't make him jump through hoops like she could other men. If anything, he was the one doing the commanding – and she was willingly obeying. That had to be the reason she was so hungup on the doctor. He either ignored her feminine charms or was immune to them.
That gave him power over her that she enjoyed having over other men. He would never be her pawn.
She hurried from the OR, hung up her gown and went down the corridor in the direction of OR 13. She had to see what he was going to do to her for sucking him off during the operation.
"Hey, Peggy, how'd it go?" came the voice from behind her. She turned to see Denise hurrying along the hall.
"Uh, good, Denise, real good. I, uh, have to go see Doctor Wilson about what I did during the operation."
"Huh? Did you goof it up? Christ, as easy as it sounded, I thought you could all do it standing on your heads."