"I'd better move or you'll cum all over me," I said, pulling my knees under me. "I don't want you to mess…" My words were cut short when Bruce cupped his hand behind my head and pulled my face toward his cock. The big cockhead pushed against my pouting lips, then forced past them. His big cock scratched again my teeth as the mushroom crown pushed my tongue back in my throat. I slipped my tongue down to keep from gagging and it slithered along the underside of his cock. Bruce kept pushing forward, with me struggling to get away, until his cock was wedged deep into my mouth with the knob jammed at the opening of my throat.
"Mmmmmmm!" I mumbled, not out of passion but out of surprise. I tried to bull away, but that was impossible.
"You're so beautiful with a cock in your mouth, Amber. So motherfucking beautiful." Bruce pulled his cock out, allowing me to catch my breath. Looking up at him I could see his eyes were glazed with lust.
"I told you I wasn't going to suck your cock! Just let me move to one side and I'll stroke you off, I pro…" Again I was cut off as the fleshy prick stabbed at my full lips. The bulbous crown pushed my lips apart, ovalling them while trapping my tongue to the bottom of my mouth.
"Ohhhh! Arrrggghh!" Bruce wheezed, still holding my head still. "My balls are so tight!"
I put my hands on Bruce's hips and pushed, hoping to uncork his tool before he came in my hot, moist mouths just before I succeeded in pushing the bludgeoning cockhead from my lips the first gush of cum splattered against my tongue.
"Don't stop," Bruce said, trying to force his prick back in my mouth. I squeezed my lips tightly together and spit out what cum was in my mouth. It dripped slowly down my chin, warm and wet against my cool flesh.
"Beautiful face." Bruce saw almost reverently. He whacked on his cock and more cum shot out of it, smacking against my lips. I turned my head to one side, fighting to get away from Bruce, all that accomplished was nothing. Bruce held his cock against my cheek while his balls exploded, sending what seemed like a gallon of cum cascading down the side of my face in a river that slowly trickled between my tits.
"Damn you! A thousand times I damn you!" I got to my feet and looked at Bruce with all the anger I could muster. Of course, I really wasn't as mad as I was letting on, but I didn't want him to think that I had enjoyed his cum-shower. "I told you not to put that thing of yours in my mouth and you forced me to do it anyway. Then you blow your wad all over my face! How am I going to face the other nurses this way?"
Bruce was supporting himself by holding up the door. Like me, his body turned to me after he climaxed. I watched his prick as it slowly dwindled in size, hanging limp and useless out of his fly.
The cum on my face felt warm, sticky. I wanted to scoop all of it up with my finger and swallow it, but the same voice that prevented me from sucking Bruce also prevented me from doing that.
I pulled my pantyhose up while Bruce caught one last glimpse of my snatch. Pulling the knit panties against my wet pussy sent another shiver through my body. Bruce had gladly relieved me of tension that surely would have driven me crazy, so I decided to give him one more look at my body.
"Hot damn, when you blow your nuts you really blow a wad, don't you?" I said, giving him a sheepish smile. "I never thought you were going to quit! It just keep splashing and splashing on me!" I unbuttoned my top and pulled my arms out of it, then turned my back to Bruce. "Be a sweetie and unhook nit. You've got cum all down my front."
Bruce unhooked my bra with trembling fingers. Dropping the bra on a stretcher I picked up a towel to wipe the jism off my face.
"Wait a minute, Amber. Turn around. I want to look at you."
I looked at Bruce over my shoulder, smiling like a teenager about to give her boyfriend a look for the first time. "Okay, but no touching. Promise?"
"I've got to see you. God damnit, Amber, I've got to see those gorgeous tits of yours."
I turned to Bruce and his body tightened visibly. One side of my face was covered with cum. Tiny rivers of the sticky goo dribbled down my neck, moving over the swell of my tits and following the valley of my jugs to my tummy.
"Do you have any idea how erotic you look? Do you know how sexy your body is?" Bruce said in a whisper. Once again his voice took on a reverent tone. "I look at you with my cum all over your face and tits and I can't imagine any woman in the world being more sensual."
I needed to hear his words just as much as I needed to have him finger me into a wrenching orgasm. Jeff had shaken my confidence, destroyed my ego so badly I needed every word Bruce said. I dropped the towel and, with both hands, began wiping his jism over my titties. I smeared the jism from my face like cold cream, working it into my flesh. Working the pungent cum into my skin brought another gasp from Bruce.
"Will I see you again?"
"I don't know, sweetie," I answered, tweaking my nipples. "This happened because I was so horny I couldn't take Jeff's rejection any more. Maybe in a week, if Jeff doesn't give me what I need, I'll see you in this silly laundry room. I can't give you any promises. I just can't. I really do want my marriage to work. Please try and remember that."
Bruce nodded his head, tucking his prick back in his pants and zipping the fly up. "I'm late for my appointment," he said, then left me without another word.
I continued to finger my titties until all the jism had been worked into my skin, then put on my bra again and buttoned the top of my uniform. "Amber, old girl, I believe the floodgates have just been opened," I said to myself with a chuckle. I felt lightheaded for the first time in weeks.
CHAPTER TWO
"See you girls later," I said to the other nurses. "Seven is the magic time for me."
"Bet it's not going to be that magic tonight," Kim said. Kim was about my age and we had often talked in private about our sex lives.
"What do you mean?"
"Hate to spoil your day, but you're not going to find Jeff when you get home. He's up with the old man, kissing ass, I'm sure."
The old man. That was what all the nurses called Bruce's father, the Chief Surgeon.
"God damn him! He goes to work two hours before me and comes home three hours, after me. He's getting to be a fucking stranger even in his own apartment!"
"Sorry, kiddo, I didn't want your hopes to be shattered," Kim said, her almond eyes sparkling. "Getting kind of horny for your hubby, aren't you?"
"Figure it out for yourself," I said. "Well, I've got a date with a big bottle of wine then. See you tomorrow."
I was half crocked by ten, which was when Jeff finally dragged his ass out of the hospital and got home. He looked like he had had a long day (which actually made sense, but I wanted him to look full of energy and hot for my body) with his tie pulled loose from, his neck and his eyes at half-mast.
I had dressed in my baby-doll pajamas that had lots of lace around the boobs and gave anyone who cared to look a daring shot of my cleavage. Reclining in the couch, a glass of wine in my hand, I kicked up my foot on the back of the couch, spreading my legs as an invitation to Jeff.
"Drinking on a week night," he said, giving me just a casual glance as he headed for the bathroom. "It's not a good sign when a woman drinks on a week night."
"And it's not a good sign when a husband ignores his wife, you idiot! How many men would love to have their wife waiting for them dressed like this when they get home?"
Jeff stuck his head around the corner, giving me his most bored look. "But I'm not most men, Amber. You knew that when you married me."
I gulped the wine in my glass and poured another. That bastard I married was cold as ice. Listening to him shower and, without saying a word to me, climb into bed, made me more angry than I had ever been with him. I recalled a time when Jeff continually pawed my body. Clumsy as it was, I enjoy his touch tremendously.