Fucked Nurse at Mental Hospital
She was always wearing those skin tight white clothes. Each time she would enter, tight in all the right places, showing her tits and swaying her ass. God, Id get an erection just anticipating her coming by to give me my meds. I had been here for about three years now, and she was new to the floor. Twenty-five I would say, long blonde hair, slim waist, and such a fuckable body that each patient wanted. You could tell by the look on their faces, and especially in their eyes.
We would talk about it. Yes, we would. How to get into Miss Tits, thats what we called her. I swear youd thing shes go without a bra deliberately at times, knowing that we were looking at her nipples and wanting to rip her clothes off and gang bank her one at a time. You knew she wanted that - it was in the way she smiled at us whenever she came by.
Yes, Mr. Harrell, she would say in that soft sweet teasing voice of hers when she came by. Youll need to let me exam you, she would continue each day, that soft voice encouraging us all the time.
She came by one night, all alone, long after the lights had gone out, and I knew immediately that it was her. She would always wear the same perfume, strong and earthy, and it reached me long before she did. My hard on was almost immediate, and I swear she knew it, as she would deliberately come close to me and let it rise from her right into my face.
But I knew tonight was going to be different and this time she wouldnt get away so easily.
Tonight she was going to get it, and I knew that she wanted it, simply by the way she was moving toward me, the light behind her caressing each movement of her luscious body. Tonight she was going to get fucked by the animal that she had driven crazy with lust, and desire. Tonight she would beg me to stuff my hard cock into all her holes and show her what a real man does to a woman.
She leaned over my bed, peering down at me, and thats when I grabbed her, and flip her over onto the bed and began to rip her clothes, those tight clothes off her. Her tits were heaving and I could smell the scent of her pussy, strong and telling me how she wanted it. My cock was ready, firm and with one swift thrust it was in her to the hilt, and as she gasped for air, her movements back to me told me that she liked it hard and rough, and her buckling hips thrust back at me, wanting more, faster, harder, and deeper into her.
As I rammed my cock in and out of her wet pussy, she moaned and started ripping at my clothes until we were both thrashing around, falling to the floor, fucking like two wild animals that had to have each other then, immediately, and would not be satisfied until my cum shot deep into her. As her cum exploded, I felt that sharp pain of the needle going into my arm, and the meds began to flood my body, a deep sleep coming over me.
I slipped into consciousness hearing an assault of hospital orderlies yelling, Hurry! Get that sick son-of-a-bitch off her!