Christie felt as if someone were shooting a deliciously hot blowtorch up her ass. She mewled and squirmed. For one crazy moment, she imagined Steve was a thoroughbred stallion fucking her with a horse-cock! She bucked her ass against his powerful thrusts. She gasped and sobbed as she moved up to an intense orgasm.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, fuck my ass," she groaned. "Fuck me hard!"
The exquisite spasms of her orgasm racked her body. Moments later, Steve vented a series of grunts and began squirting his thick jism up the chute of her ass.
They finally rolled away from each other and collapsed on the bed – exhausted!
An hour later, Christie grabbed a quick shower in the surgery wing in preparation for her daily session with Oliver Fleming. She wasn't mean enough, to go to Fleming with her two holes greased by another man's cum. After reaming out her ass, Steve had fucked her pussy ragged. He'd left her with a crotch full of his jism, a stretched out cunt, and a sore asshole. She felt better after the shower, but she still had a fucked-out feeling in her crotch and she had to walk a little bowlegged.
Fleming leered, smiled and took her hand.
"You look radiant," he said.
"I feel fine," Christie said. She wanted to tell him he was a damn hypocrite. He really didn't care how she felt or looked. All he cared about was getting his wrinkled old balls emptied out!
He locked the office door and turned off all the lights except a small table lamp. As usual, he immediately approached her and put his hands on her tits.
"How's my little sexpot?" he leered.
His fingers opened the buttons of her uniform. He helped her slip out of her dress and draped it over a chair. He unhooked her bra. He weighed her tits in his hands like a man buying melons at a fruit stand. He fastened his mouth on one of her long, hard nipples and sucked at it hungrily.
As far as Christie was concerned, the exasperating thing about these sessions was that he somehow always managed to turn her on. She wanted to remain as cold as ice – but her body always deceived her!
He pulled his mouth off her tit and smiled. "I bet you can get one in your mouth," he said.
"What?"
"I bet you can get a nipple in your mouth. Try it. Let's see if you can do it."
Her pussy quivered. Shivering with lust, she raised up a tit with both hands. By extending her tongue out as far as possible, she just managed to lick her swollen nipple.
"Beautiful!" Fleming said. "Now, that turns me on!"
She knew what was coming next. They'd been through the routine before. He sometimes had a crazy passion to watch her masturbate. She never minded doing that in front of a man, as long as there was fucking afterward. Fleming, however, sometimes did no more than jerk off on her tits or cunt. She considered that a waste. She liked the feel of a man fucking his jism into her body. Watching his cock squirt out his cum was nice, but only second best.
She slid a hand down to her crotch and fingered her cunt-lips. Fleming's eyes glittered when she pushed two fingers into the grip of her cunt-hole. She pulled her fingers out and held them up to show him the coating of cuntjuice.
"Wet little hole, baby?" he grinned.
She nodded. Her cunt was dripping wet. There was no way to pretend it wasn't!
"Fuck it a little," he said. "Use your fingers like a cock."
She began pistoning her fingers in and out of her cunt-hole. His hands fumbled with his belt and fly. He eventually freed his swollen cock and began slowly stroking it with his fist. Christie stared at his huge cock-head and thought about how it would feel inside her dripping cunt.
A moment later, too close to coming, he stopped jerking off and started mauling her tits again. He sucked her nipples like a wild animal. She thrust her tits up at his face. She liked the way he squeezed and pulled on them. She knew they'd be sore afterward, but at the moment she wanted his fingers digging in. It was strange how now that she was on the receiving end, she liked a little pain. Arching her back, she focused her attention on the sensations in her tits.
He had a tit in each hand, and he squeezed until her soft tit-flesh bulged out around his fingers. He grabbed her long nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. He pulled her tits out from her chest as far as they would stretch. He twisted and pinched her swollen nipples to produce an exquisite combination of pain and pleasure. The muscles of her belly quivered out of control. Her crotch was saturated with the gushing juices from her cunt.
"Get on the sofa!" he hissed.
He made her stretch out with her legs splayed wide-open to show her cunt. Kneeling between her feet, he pulled her cunt-lips open with both hands.
"Christ, what a cunt!" he said. "You're like an animal in heat! Your cunt is like a furnace!"
She moaned and wiggled her ass. He continued pulling out her cunt-lips. She looked down and saw the amazing length to which he had drawn out her pussy-flesh.
He finally released her and slipped his trousers down to free his cock and balls. His fat pink cock stood straight out from his body, his cock-head bloated and dripping. He crawled between her legs. She was aware of nothing else but her incredible need to be fucked. She was thankful he got on with it. He positioned his cock-head at the mouth of her cunt, grabbed the cheeks of her ass, and slammed his hard hot cock in to the hilt.
"Oh, God, yes!" she groaned. "Fuck me!" Supporting her ass with his hands, he balanced himself on his knees. He began to fuck her with a tough, relentless, thrusting of his hips. Christie was surprised that a man his age could be so physically active. Without any letup, he continued fucking her as hard as any of the younger men she knew. When she began groaning, he pulled his lips back on his teeth and grinned.
"You like it, huh? You thought old Fleming couldn't cut the mustard, didn't you?"
She slammed her cunt up to meet each powerful thrust. She cried and whimpered when he suddenly pulled his cock out of her cunt and leered down at her.
"Not yet," he said. "It's not that easy."
Moving a hand to her cunt, he pinched her throbbing clit between two fingers. She wailed and threw her ass high off the sofa. Keeping his fingers on her clit, he used his other hand to probe her sopping wet cunt-hole. He soon had three fingers pistoning in and out of the steaming channel of her cunt.
"You've got a great little box," he said.
Then he giggled. "It's easy to understand why Head Nurse Biddle enjoys chewing on it. When was the last time Biddle went down on you?"
Christie moaned. "Yesterday."
"Did you like it?"
She moaned again. "Oh, God, I can't talk about that now! Fuck me! For God's sake, do something!"
His head suddenly swooped down, his sucking mouth searching out her cunt. She cried out and bucked her wet pussy up at his face. When she felt his hard finger pushing against her asshole, she knew it was only a matter of time before he blew her mind with a fantastic orgasm.
There was nothing delicate about the way he used his finger in her ass – he rammed it in deep, fucked it around, and made sure to let her know it was there.
She strained her cunt against his face and clutched at his finger with her asshole. She soon found herself in the midst of a fantastic orgasm. Her hands grabbed at his head as she tried to force his face into her crotch. He pulled away with a laugh and locked down at her. He kept pistoning his finger in and out of her asshole and grinning at the way she bucked up each time to meet it.
"You like having your sweet little shit-hole reamed out, don't you honey?"
She closed her eyes and whimpered. "Please! Oh, sweet Jesus, please!"
There was a sudden stretching of her asshole and she realized he now had two fingers inside. She groaned and kept bucking her ass against his hand. She had her own fingers massaging her clit, pulling and tugging at the sensitive nub of flesh in rhythm with his fingers fucking her ass.