Entering the next room, a wave of heat hits you. Red light floods the room. Before you is an operating room. Surgery equipment scattered everywhere. A blood splattered sheet covering a corpse on a gurney in the center. Splashes of paint on the walls meant to be blood. Another haunted house trope laid out before you.
The double doors into the room open. THE sluttiest slutty nurse you’ve ever seen walks in. She caries a silver operating tray with large fake syringes on it. Her hips sway seductively as she locks eyes with you. She sashays across the room. The way she walks oozes sex. It’s been since college since you did anything with a woman, but if you were to ever cross that line, this woman would be what dragged you over.
The blonde hair on her head is held perfectly in place by the small hat. The top, barely a top at all, looks like a shear shirt that is 2 sizes too small. Red medical crosses don’t cover her large areolas. Naked, smooth skin is visible from under her breasts down to well below her belly button. Red thong straps sit high on her hips. They disappear into the maybe 6 inches of white fabric that someone considered a skirt. White thigh high stockings and 6 inch red platform heels complete the outfit. The click click of the heals get’s louder as she approaches.
Very little of her is left to the imagination. You would normally be envious of her. Here though, you are aroused.
The slutty nurse stops in front of you. Despite the heels, you realize that she is at eye level with you. Normally she would be shorter. You know that would have given you a better view of her cleavage. A small part of you wishes you could see this sexy woman in less clothing.
“Hey sugar. You ready for some fun?” Even in the red light, her smile is dazzling.
Your brief hesitation allows her to keep command of the room.
Dropping the tray low, she bends at the waist, putting that cleavage you were hoping to see on display, and stage whispers to you, “Don’t worry, we know how to take good care of you. This is all for fun.”
Leaning forward more, she truly whispers. Her breath smells of mint breath wash. The next words flow from her immaculate painted lips into your ear, “I’m going to make you cum, so relax.” A Cheshire cat smile appears on her face as she stands up and presents the tray to you.
On the tray are two syringes. These are prop syringes. The kind you use to take jello shots. One has a blue liquid, the other a red liquid.
“You take the blue shot, the story ends. You walk out of here with all your stuff and believe what ever you want to believe. You take the red shot, you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.” She smiles big. Then her sultry voice is pitched just for you again, “It’s flavored jello shots. Blue is water, Red is vodka. It’ll loosen you up. If you want to stay.”
Now she is the one biting her lip. That perfect, sculpted, painted lip trapped between those pearly teeth. You’ve never wanted to be a lip so badly before.
Did she mean it? Was she going to make you cum?
Your hand reaches out. The syringe comes to your mouth. You press the plunger. The sugary jello slides into your mouth and you swallow. Her eyes widen that you took it all in one go. The tray is placed onto a counter next to you. Her warm hand grabs yours and pulls you into the room. The blue syringe left behind.
As she guides you closer to the operating table, her fingers travel up your body. Your heart races as she slides her perfect nails up your neck. Turning her hand around, she gently cups the back of your head and pulls you to her.
The kiss is gentle at first. The force neither insistent or pressing. Your lover making sure you still want this. The tender kissing quickly grows as she receives your permission. The mouth you explore with your tongue does taste of mint and something else you can’t describe.
While one hand holds your lips to hers, the other slides down to your ass. Legs parting she pulls you closer. Her thigh a bar of heat between yours. The silky cloth of her knee highs is luxurious as it slides over your thighs. The hand on your ass becomes insistent. She forces you closer to her so that her thigh can touch your pussy.
Once your wetness touches her thigh, she becomes ravenous. The ferocity of her kisses increases. Is this what it’s like to be desired? To be devoured? Is she a succubus in disguise? The silly thoughts barely take purchase inside your brain before they flit away. Everywhere she touches you feels wonderous. Her supple skin leaving waves of pleasure in its wake. Both of you are now rubbing and grinding on each other. You can smell her arousal in addition to your own. Is this pride you feel?
Abruptly she breaks away. Worry sits in the pit of your stomach. Did you do something wrong?
Some of what you felt must have hit your face. The slutty attendant smiles at you. As she talks, her fingers gently, lovingly wipe the lipstick she’s left on you. “You’re such a good kisser. I could do that all night and never get tired, but I have something else for you.”
The gurney is now touching your hip. Still high from the stimulation of the nurse, you just now realize that the sheet is moving. In two places. The chest of the corpse under the bloody stains rises and falls. There is also a throbbing, bouncing object in the crotch.
Those lips you were just enjoying brush your ear, “He likes the fantasy of necrophilia. You’re going to make him cum, and then I’m going to make you cum.”
A shiver runs up your spine. You’re not sure if it’s the words, the scene, or the hand of the nurse rubbing your ass. When did she reach under your dress?
Your hand moves to the sheet. Not because you moved it. She did. Gently but firmly your nurse lifts your hand and with care places your hand at the base of the bulge in the sheet. You’re guided to feel the girth and length. When her hand removes itself, you continue to trace the outline on your own.
A strange mans cock is under your hand. It’s separated from you by a sheet. His face is under that same sheet. They want you, no she told you to make this man who is not your husband cum.
As hard cocks go, this one is about average. But under the light, with a sexy nurse groping your butt under your dress, it doesn’t matter how big it actually was. Your fingers gently surround the dick. Small motions up and down the shaft. Not too hard, not to soft, just firm.
As you begin stroking, the hand of the nurse slides down between your ass cheeks. A finger caresses your asshole. The room feels hotter than it already was.
“Mmmmm. Good girl, but you’ll need to use more than your hand.” That minty heady breath whispers in your ear.
The sheet slides up and over the naked man. He is still covered from the waist up, but now you are touching the naked cock of a man who you didn’t marry.
A gentle pressure on the back of your head from the nurse pushes you closer. Bending at the waist prevents you from loosing your balance.
His cock smells the way a cock should. Strong, manly. You can see precum wobbling at the tip of the head. A bead sitting on the crown. Pride again fills you. This man wants you. This man desires you. This man who has not even seen you is hard and dripping cum of the end of his dick because of you. This man is not your husband.
Without thought, your tongue collects that small proud bead. There is no sound from the corpse, but the cock in your mouth throbs with lust. At the moment you take him into your mouth, a finger enters your pussy. A moan is unable to escape because a “dead” man’s dick is getting covered in your spit. The moan is still heard.
“Suck it. Good girl. Get all that cum out of that dead man’s dick. He doesn’t need it anymore.”
The fantasy engulfs you. All the skills and talents you can’t use on your husband become focused on this cock. It’s hard for you. It wants to fill your mouth. You work hard to milk it.
The finger in your pussy becomes one, then two, then three. A tight pressure, but you don’t stop. Now she finds your clit and the world shrinks.
There are two sensations. You experience both of them together. A hard fleshy cock is using your mouth. It is throbbing and expanding. The tongue in your mouth is simply responding to these throbs. Where the cock grows and pulses, you focus your attention. The engorged pleasure bud at the top of your vagina is under assualt. It is being rubbed, pressed, encircled. The orgasm is building. You aren’t sure who’s will arrive first.
The nurse is skilled. Reading your body like a book, the assualt on your pussy slows. This allows you to focus on the dick in your moth. You bring your other hand to the process. Even with your eyes closed you imagine the ring on your left hand touching the hot flesh of this foreign cock. The ring he gave you providing a different sensation to the man who is not your partner.
A voice penetrates your desire. It comes from a loud speaker. Your eyes open and you see an observation window above the surgery room.
“Witness gentleman as we bring life from the dead. Our team has perfected the harvesting of semen from the recently deceased. Never again will a dying man be unable to live on through his progeny.”
You don’t know if there is anyone up there. You can’t tell if those are cardboard cutouts or real people. But the idea of your wedding band clearly visible to a group of strangers on the dick of a “dead” man is everything you never new you wanted.
The corpse orgasms. You feel the swelling. The cock expands, grows, fills your mouth. His balls receive the caress of your hand. Milking him for every drop of his cum. You are lost again.
Her voice finds you. “Don’t swallow.”
Only a moment for you to consider why and then she attacks your clit with a vengeance. Fingers in you and on you drive you to climax. Cum from another man sloshes in your mouth as you buck. The wave crests and you ride it. The week of anticipation and desire have built to this moment. It crashes over you and another woman is the one finger fucking you to wonderful sweet bliss.
The soft hands of your nurse rub your butt, thighs and back. “Did you swallow?”
You shake your head no. Even though you took your mouth from his cock. You didn’t swallow.
“Good girl. Now stand up.”
The supple hands bring you back to standing. The world spins just a little. Those wonderful fingers rest on either side of your head and pull you to her lips. That minty tongue presses first gently and then insistently on your mouth. Dawning realization hits you.
Cupping as much of the jizz in your mouth as your tongue can hold, your lips part and you shovel the “dead” mans sperm into the hungry, questing tongue of the nurse. Time looses all meaning as you feel her explore and probe inside you. She searches for any piece of the salty nectar she craves. Eventually she is satisfied.
You’re both flushed and breathing heavy. Her lipstick is still perfect somehow.
“Good girl, now off you go.” A playful slap on your ass pushes you gently towards the exit. Wobbly legs carry you out of the surgery. So many emotions going through your body. The post orgasmic wave still carries you.
You expect the night to be over. Going through the double doors, you can’t tell if its dread or excitement that eaks it’s way through. What have you gotten yourself into?
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