Three-Way Nurse

CHAPTER THREE

When she finally arrived home that evening, the memory of the door opening and closing while she was on the bed with Ryan brought on a fit of depression. She'd been a damn fool for taking a chance like that with a patient. If someone had really opened the door and seen her – and it could only be someone on the staff! One word to the Director of the hospital would get her fired. Oliver Fleming was very strict about things like that. He didn't mind nurses screwing around with doctors – especially when he was one of the doctors – but the patients were out of bounds. Fleming had more than once made a pass at her, but Christie had never accepted his invitation. She now realized the only way to protect her job was to make sure the Director would be on her side.

Knowing what she had to do, Christie decided it was best not to waste any time. She called Fleming at home. He was a fifty-year-old bachelor, and she hoped he might be able to see her that very evening. The essential part of her plan was that she get to Fleming first.

He seemed happy to talk to her on the phone. He seemed even happier when she came right out and invited herself to his house. A mischievous smile was on Christie's face when she hung up the phone. Poor old Fleming would never know what hit him!

She decided to dress carefully. She wore a simple, carefully fitted short dress whose neckline revealed just the right amount of the tops of her tits. Under the dress, she wore a pair of flimsy bikini panties, a thin garter belt, and sheer beige stockings. The nylons came up very high – to just an inch below the mound of her pussy.

An hour after the telephone call, she was on Fleming's doorstep.

"Come in, come in, Christie," he said. "You look marvelous. You're still the prettiest nurse in the hospital."

Christie fluttered her eyes. "Oh, really, Doctor Fleming!"

"Oliver Fleming never lies," he said. She walked with him into his large living room. Even at fifty, he was still handsome. He had a full head of steel-grey hair and icy blue eyes. He made her sit down on a low sofa. He brought her a drink and sat down opposite her in an easy chair. Dressed as she was, there was no way she could sit gracefully on the sofa without showing a good deal of her thighs. Her knees were nearly up at her chin, and the slightest displacement of her short dress would reveal the tops of her stockings, the bare undersides of her thighs – and even the bulge of her cunt-lips under the thin nylon of her panties! She gave him just the briefest glimpse of what she had on under her dress, and she smiled inwardly at the resulting sparkle in his eyes.

"I think it's important that as Director I be close to everyone on the staff," he said.

Christie nodded. He was wearing a silk dressing gown, and she wondered if he had anything on under it. The more she studied him, the more attractive he became. Getting Fleming on her side was not going to be as unpleasant as she'd thought!

His eyes were now on the neckline of her dress. He ran his tongue over his thin lips. She imagined that tongue vibrating up and down between her cunt-lips. The idea of Fleming sucking her pussy made her shiver with lust. She had to be careful, however. If she moved too fast, Fleming might get suspicious.

As if unconscious of what she was doing, she flashed the undersides of her thighs at him again. From the gleam in his eyes, she guessed he'd probably seen the bulge of her nylon covered cunt-lips. There might even be a damp spot there – she could feel some of the wetness now!

When he shifted his body in the easy chair, she couldn't believe her eyes. The movement of his legs had opened the front of his dressing gown. He pushed himself forward on the seat until his cock and balls hung over the edge in full view. His cock dangled over a wrinkled, leathery ball-sac. He was uncircumcised. His fat cock-head was out of proportion to the thin stalk which it capped. His cock-head, still half covered by foreskin, was almost as big as a plum.

He smiled at her with a twinkle in his eyes. "I know why you're here," he said.

Christie's mouth fell open. "Huh?"

"Head Nurse Biddle told me all about your little party with one of our patients."

"Party?"

Fleming sighed. "The patient's name is Frank Ryan. Biddle says you had his cock up your ass."

"Oh, God!" Christie moaned. "Does that mean I'm fired?"

"That depends on you, my dear."

"On me?"

His cock-head was visibly swelling, his prick-shaft twitching as it slowly lengthened.

"You know the rules about activities of that kind with patients," Fleming said. "Biddle and I agree we ought to have a good reason to ignore something like this. So far I don't see any good reason."

"What would be a good reason?" Christie said.

Her heart was beating like a trip-hammer. It was up to her to change Fleming's mind about firing her. The sight of his dangling cock made her shudder. His cockhead was throbbing and his prick-shaft was growing.

"Open your knees," Fleming said. "Let's have a look at your legs."

She looked up to see his eyes staring down at her legs. She slowly parted her knees. She spread her legs farther and farther apart, and then she took hold of the hem other dress and rolled it back to her belly.

"Lovely," Fleming said.

She looked down at her slim legs, at her swelling thighs clasped by her stockings. She ran her fingertips up over her thighs to the waistband of her panties. She began rolling down the flimsy panties covering the dark bush of her cunt-hair. When the panties were a thin roll on her thighs, she ran the flat of her hand across her springy pubic curls. Fleming's eyes were fixed on her crotch, concentrating on her moving hand.

"I just love Park Ridge Hospital," she whimpered. "I'd be awfully depressed if I had to leave."

His cock was rigid and ready for fucking. His swollen cock-head looked almost as big as a baseball on the end of his thin cock-shaft. He had the fattest cock-head Christie had ever seen!

"You've got a lot of hair there, haven't you?" he said.

She slipped off the sofa and knelt on the rug. Picking up the hem of her dress, she peeled her dress off in one smooth motion and tore it away. Rising to her feet, she rolled her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She readjusted her garters. She stood naked in her thin garter belt and beige stockings, her feet perched on high-heeled pumps, wide apart.

"Come over here," he said. He was breathing heavily. His hands reached out to her. When she moved forward, his hands came around behind her to grip the cheeks of her ass. He opened his legs wide and pulled her in. With a low grunt, he pressed his face forward into her bush of cunt-hair.

His tongue probed between her cunt-lips. He moved his hands to the front to pull open her outer pussy-lips to expose her cunt. She stood motionless as he slurped and licked at her cunt. Then he pulled his mouth away and turned her body around.

"Let's have a look at it from the back," he said.

Her pussy quivered as he forced her to bend over. Moving her legs apart, she doubled over and took hold of her knees with her hands. If he wanted to look at her that way, she would make sure he saw it all!

Fleming gasped. "Christ, what a cunt!" he said.

A soft moan escaped her lips at the first touch of his wet tongue on her asshole. He played his tongue-tip over her tightly clenched ass-ring. She automatically squeezed her ass muscles. The sensation produced by his tongue as it repeatedly circled her asshole was exquisite.

At intervals, he ran his tongue lower down to probe the mouth of her cunt. She could feel the first stirrings of an impending orgasm. Her nipples were stiff. Her tits hung down like heavy fruit, swaying each time she moved her body. His desire to impale herself on it, spear her ass on his wet tongue. His tongue-tip finally squirmed into the grip of her asshole and her throat gurgled out a moan of pleasure.

He tongue-fucked her asshole for two full minutes. Unable to take any more, Christie pulled away and turned to face him. Her nipples were stiff and swollen. Cunt-juice dripped down the insides of her thighs to wet the tops of her stockings. Looking down, she saw Fleming had his cock in his hand. Pre-cum continuously leaked from the slit at the end of his cock-head.

She knew what he wanted. She kneeled down on the rug between his legs. She leaned forward with her hands on the chair on either side of his body. Extending her tongue, she began licking the end of his hard cock.

Her pussy fluttered as she worked on his half-bared cock-head. She opened her mouth and took the exposed end of his cock-head between her lips. The heat arid velvety texture of his cock-head was delicious. She loved the feel of his soft foreskin against her tongue.

Denting was soon grunting with pleasure. Christie gently tightened her teeth on his foreskin and slid her mouth down the shaft of his cock. She shivered at the feeling of his huge cock in her mouth, at the soft feel of his cockskin under her lips. She began sucking on his bulbous, mouth-filling cock-head.

She had him now. Oliver Fleming might be the Director of the hospital, but at the moment he was completely in her power. Her head bobbing slowly up and down on his cock, she fucked him with her mouth. Fleming groaned and bucked his crotch against her face. She worked his cock deeper into her throat, burying almost all of its length in her warm mouth – until he grabbed her head with his hands and pulled his cock from her mouth.

"Get your cunt over my face," he said.

She changed position, straddling his chest with her ass and cunt toward his face. He pulled her down until her crotch was against his mouth. Once again she engulfed his throbbing cock. She rammed her cunt as hard as she could against his face. Using his hands to hold her cunt open, he squirmed and wriggled his tongue up and down along its length.

She rocked her body back and forth, her mouth sliding up and down on his cock, her cunt moving up and down on his face.

He suddenly groaned, and a moment later spurted a great gob of jism to flood her mouth and clog her throat. His cock spurted again, and she gulped and swallowed to keep pace with his eruption. She kept her head still, except to caress the fat knob of his cock with her tongue. As his climax ended, the spurting of his cum dwindled to a mere convulsive twitching of his cock-head. She sucked gently on his cock in order to drain the last of his sperm. As the last drop rolled over her tongue, her cunt spasmed on Fleming's mouth. She came on his face, her cunt-juice oozing thickly onto his nose and lips. She finally fell off to the side and lay on her belly.

"Delicious," Fleming said. "Absolutely delicious!"

She felt his hand fluttering up the backs of her thighs. He cupped and fondled the cheeks of her ass. She turned her head to look at his body. He lay on his side facing her. His limp cock hung down across his thigh. Her head was still toward his feet. Her pussy quivered as he continued to stroke her asscheeks.

Moving her face to his crotch, she took his soft cock between her lips. She curled her fingers under his balls. She tongued back his foreskin to expose his meaty cock-head. She swirled her tongue over his velvety skin, her fingers gently stroking his soft cock-shaft.

Fleming continued caressing her asscheeks. When she opened her legs to give him, access to her cunt, she felt his cock-head swell in her mouth. His fingers probed between her cuntlips as his cock continued growing. Lying on her belly, she still held no more than the end of his cock in her mouth. She shivered at the tickling touches of his fingers along the lips of her pussy. She moaned when his fingertips briefly brushed her asshole. He rubbed one cunt-lip against the other, teasing the hairs that covered their surfaces. Her cunt-hole opened like a hungry mouth to the probing touch of his fingers.

His cock was now fully erect again, and she removed her fingers from his cock shaft. She began to suck his cock-head, her lips forming a tight ring behind his flared cock-rim. She used her lips and tongue, and occasionally she nipped the resilient flesh of his cock-head with her teeth.

He now had two fingers in the channel of her cunt. She shuddered as he slowly pistoned them in and out of her juicy pussy-hole. His cock-head, swelled in her wet mouth. She closed her right hand around the shaft of his cock, pulling back on it to completely peel the foreskin off his throbbing cock-head. She closed her mouth over his fruit-like cock-head, her tongue massaging the knot of flesh on the underside. The ring of her tightly closed lips prevented his foreskin from covering his cockhead. She now had almost four inches of his cock in her mouth! The slit of his cock-head was leaking pre-cum, teasing her with a hint of the jism she wanted spurting in her mouth. She wanted to taste this cum again, to drink him until his balls were drained. She kept tonguing and sucking him with a steady rhythm.

His fingers were brushing her asshole, again. She shivered when she remembered the feel of his wet tongue. She loved being touched there. Only a few hours had passed since Frank Ryan's cock had stretched her asshole, but her little ass craved attention again. She mewled and wriggled her hips to encourage Fleming. Instead of reaming out her ass with a finger, which was what she hoped for, he forced her off his body and pulled his cock out of her mouth.

Taking hold of her hands, he helped her to her feet. He led her to the end of the sofa. He stood behind her, his cock pressing against her ass.

"Bend over," he said. "Hold onto the sofa!"

She let herself be pushed forward, her hands outstretched to hold the arm of the sofa, her feet planted wide apart on the floor. She bent forward at the waist and heard him grunt behind her.

"Look at that," he groaned. "Christ, what an ass! Look at the way your tits hang down. I'm going to fuck your brains out, my dear!"

He pushed her shoulders down until she had her cheek against the sofa. He clutched her hip with one hand and used the other hand to guide the spongy head of his cock into the mouth of her dripping cunt.

"Oh, shit, yes!" she moaned. Her pussy grabbed at his cock, welcoming his stiff prickmeat.

Gripping the cheeks of her ass with both hands, he spread her open to feed the length of his cock into her juice-drenched cunt. Her hands caught at the sofa when he lurched forward and buried his cock to the hilt. He pulled back with a deep grunt of satisfaction. She could feel her cunt-lips pulled out by his cockhead as he withdrew. Then he pushed forward again, his cock sliding home with a long, twisting stroke.

"I think you ought to be in my office the first thing every morning," he said. "Ten or fifteen minutes of this in the morning will get the day off to a good start, don't you think?"

"Mmmmmmm!" she murmured.

He responded by quickening his strokes thrusting, his cock solidly into her cunt, faster and faster, until she and the sofa shook from the force of his driving cock. She was beginning to feel the first sensations of an oncoming climax. She moaned at the slippery, frothy feeling of his hard cock stroking in and out of her steaming cunt. Her swollen cunt throbbed with each powerful thrust.

"Fuck me!" she moaned.

The swinging of her upraised ass became more pronounced. She gyrated her cunt in order to feel all of his meaty cock reaming out her cunt-channel.

"Give it to me!" she cried. "Fuck me hard!"

Panting and wheezing, his hands trembling on the white checks of her lewdly tilted ass, he pumped his cock vigorously in and out of her boiling cunt. At the end of each stroke, his balls slapped against her upper thighs with a wet noise. Grinding and humping, she dug her fingernails into the upholstery of the sofa. She shook her ass, pulling and rotating on his thick cock.

"Uhh!" he groaned. "Uhh – oh, baby – I'm coming, coming!"

She came with him, her cunt vibrating, her ass humping, as his jism splattered into the spasming channel of her milking cunt.

Later, as they lay resting on the sofa, he told her Head Nurse Biddle expected a visit from her.

"Biddle isn't too bad," Fleming said. "The best thing to do is relax and enjoy it!"