We started kissing in the kitchen. I was still in my suit from work, a dark navy one with brown oxford shoes and a light brown belt. She had just come from the hospital – but before her shift had ended, she had changed her underwear at my request. For work, doubtless something functional, beige or cream. But now, as I kissed her neck, I could see the top of her B-cup, pink and black lace.
I ran my hand down the curve of her ass, feeling the thong underneath, matching. I knew, because I'd bought them for her. With my left hand, I reached up and lovingly undid her pony tail. I could hear her softly breathing in my ear as my right hand slipped under her hospital scrub and found her perfect stomach. We'd met on OKCupid a few months ago and started hooking up. She had gotten busy on the night schedule at one of the big hospitals in the city, and I had a big case dumped on my desk, so our relationship was largely text based for a while. She would text me quick shots of her in the on-call room, and dirty requests. She wanted to know when I was masturbating, and we'd masturbated together on the phone a few times. We had some basic ideas of boundaries, but I know that she'd been with a few other guys. I'd asked her, over text, to tell me about the encounters.
"Did you see him last night?"
"maybe…:)"
"Tell me about it…I want to know all the details of what he did to you."
"ha. He was a minute man, I don't think I've ever had a guy cum so fast with me."
"You can't leave me hanging like that"
"We went out for drinks to Playwright. We both had a few and I had him over and sucked his cock – but he didn't want to finish in my mouth." "He was really close a couple of times, very cute, he asked if we could have sex – how could I turn him down?"
"Condoms?"
"Of course"
There had been a few other guys, some artist type from Brooklyn that just wanted to jerk off with her watching, and a finance guy that she suspected was cheating because he never had her over – though the dinners had been nice, his mind was clearly elsewhere she said. He asked for anal, but she said no – and then deleted his number.
I slipped off her hospital scrub revealing the bra, which I unclipped and took off her, gingerly laying it on the counter before turning my attention back to her. Her hair, a dark shade of auburn, cascaded down her shoulders and just ended above her nipples, small and perky. Using the backs of my hands, I swept her hair over her shoulders and slowly caressed them down to her elbows. She shivered and leaned close to me. Her hands, now at my sides, moved to the front of my pants and felt for my erection, giving it a light squeeze as I leaned in to lightly kiss her ear. Her eyes were a light brown, almost almond coloured. She looked up at me with a half smile.
"Can I suck your cock?" she said, in a quiet, almost loving whisper. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed down slightly as her knees bent. She began undoing my belt as I leaned back and rubbed my face, enjoying the sensation of her unclipping my suit pants, and reaching into my boxers to hold my cock while she pulled the elastic around and down. My belt hit the floor with a satisfying clank and she began to caress my cock with bofh her hands – as I looked down, she looked up at me and smiled.
"When was the last time you came?" she said.
"Monday."
"Did you jerk yourself off or did someone make you cum?" she said, caressing the inside of my thigh
"I masturbated." I said, and she rolled her eyes.
"Boys. You can't help yourselves," she said, blinking, "but tonight, you get to cum inside me."
Leaning back again, I felt the heat of her mouth on my cock. She began rhythmically bobbing in and out – with the intention of getting as much spit as possible. After a moment, she reached her left hand up and began to run my cock through her hand before it got to her mouth – and then to the back of her throat. I could feel my balls begin to tighten – with a three day load, I had to be careful. I placed my hands on her head and followed the rhythm, now producing a soft gagging sound.
"Chrissy how did you learn to do that so well?"
"I practice a lot," she said, as I remembered past head she'd given me, all good – usually in bed, and once at her place, in the shower. That time, she had edged me for the better part of the shower, until I had an ache in my balls that was so frustrating – and then given me relief, shooting five or six thick ropes of cum all over her. But today – was for some reason, better. But I had to stop her.
"I'll cum too fast. Let's go in the bedroom."
I gingerly pulled up my suit pants and boxers and walked over to the bedroom where I began taking off my shoes and socks as Chrissy undid the bow holding her scrub pants on. She was wearing matching panties to her bra and I watched as her grey polished fingernails slipped under the waistband, near her hip bones and pulled down her panties, dropping them around her feet. I was sitting on the bed, unbuttoning my shirt when she strattled me and began doing it.
"Oh I get to do this," she said, pushing me over and putting her weight down on me – allowing me to feel her pussy against my crotch. I could feel a little stubble, and heat. She undid the final button and began kissing my chest as I backed onto the bed. When I looked down at her, she was already at my stomach and licking my shaft again. More bobbing, and again that combination of heaviness and tingling tightness in my balls returned – I wanted release, but I didn't want it from a blowjob. The release of sex was different – the friction of the pussy, the knowledge that your balls are draining into that soft, warm, pulsing tight hole – it was better. But she wanted control.
"Get on top of me," I said, as she looked up at me with a dramatic hair flip.
With a smirk, she let go of my cock and started crawling up toward me eventually straddling me and leaning back, giving me the perfect view of her perky breasts. Then, suddenly, she reached down and leaned to the side awkwardly.
"I want your cum inside me," she said, grabbing my cock and positioning it at her hole.
"Chrissy, I don't…" and that was all I got out, as she slid me inside her. After that, all I could do was groan and let out a sigh. The warmth and tightness of her pussy – after fifteen minutes of edging, was too much. As she rose up and I thrusted, I knew I wouldn't last long. After a minute or so, I grabbed her hips and pushed her to the side. Laying next to me, now, I rolled over on to her and positioned myself between her legs, grabbing my tingling cock and sliding my right arm behind her back. I leaned down to her ear as I pushed the head of my cock in her.
"You wanted control tonight, didn't you?"
"Yes," she said with a breath.
"You wanted me on the edge?" I said, thrusting all the way into her, making her gasp.
"Yes," she said, as I pulled out slowly – all the way to the tip.
"Now you get what you deserve."
I thrusted deeply inside her, and then out – I could feel her pussy tighten, and the tingling tip of my cock just touching the end of her pussy. Her breathing became quick and she started to moan. Pulling her close, I felt the first part of my orgasm begin as my muscles involuntarilly unclenched and warmth and pleasure flooded my body. Then, the first spasms came and I knew it would be a huge load. I groaned and caught my breath as the aftershocks continued to pump cum into her pussy.
We laid in bed afterward and she lightly ran her fingers down my arm.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3wxymp/finishing_in_a_nurses_tight_pussy_mf
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