1 comments/ 93348 views/ 9 favorites Dr. Pound's Naughty Nurse Ch. 01-03 By: dlsloan PART 1: PROFESSIONAL COURTESY Many of you are already familiar with me and my work, but for those of you who don't know me, my name is Dr. Frederick Pound and I am literally a sex machine. Some geniuses use their intellect to cure diseases, develop new technology or answer ancient riddles. Me, I used it to create a couple three supplements which have made me a literal superman of sex. First, I wanted to make sure that I was always in the mood and looking for pussy with the same hunger that I did when I was 18. I have a drug which I take once every three days which keeps me in a constant state of horniness. Secondly, I love nothing more than the sight of a big load of my white sticky cum drenching some babe, covering her face or tits or filling her mouth. But I had learned long ago that the volume of my precious loads, while still impressive, dwindled with the more sex I had. So, my second invention, which I take once a day, stimulates constant production of the seminal fluids and ensures that every load I shoot will be a massive one. Finally, I took a supplement (which I invented) which made my cock grow in both length and girth. It is now a prodigious 12-inch monster with a circumference that stretches every mouth, pussy and asshole to its limits. I told you I was a genius. Even though I'm 40 years old now, I fuck very hard and very fast ... no need to hold back, I'll have another full erection and full load of cum ready in less than five minutes. I'm not into slow, sensual sex. I fuck good and hard. I guess my name suits me. I fuck world-class pussy an average of 10 times per day and I fuck an average of 15 different women per week. And if you don't believe me, I have literally thousands of photos and hours of videotape to prove that what I say is true. I get fresh hot pussy supplied to me on a regular basis by my brother, who owns several strip clubs and Hooters restaurants (with funding from me). As part of our agreement, he requires any new female employees to come to me for a physical before they start their job and I inevitably end up fucking them after some manner of convincing or deceipt. I operate my practice out of my house, so I often end up "admitting" the girls for overnight stays and intense examination. Many of you are familiar with "Bunny", a stripper-to-be who I wrote about a while back. That's a typical girl on a typical day for me. Well, while my typical day involves me staying in the office and letting the pussy come to me, there are still days when I get out and the natural hunter in me gets a chance to take over. That was the mode I was in the day I met Frankie. In addition to my stripper patients, I also have a few regular patients. I'm actually a very good doctor and genuinely care about helping those who are sick or injured. I just don't let it get in the way of good pussy. Anyway, I was called to the hospital one day to check on one of my patients, a woman in her 50s who was very sweet (and who had a smoking-hot 20-year old daughter). I wanted to make sure she was doing OK and I was hoping to bump into her daughter -- over and over again. While her daughter wasn't there, her nurse was. I knew her name was Frankie instantly, because that's what her name badge said and that badge was pinned on top of a huge set of tits that were unjustly covered and restrained by her plain white uniform. I saw her tits first, but quickly noticed that she also had a very lovely face with long dark hair and brown eyes and a very fuckable mouth -- you know the kind, the puffy lips and the cheeks that are already hollowed in a little bit as if she were sucking a cock right then. She looked to be in her late 20s or early 30s and was tall with long, slender legs that looked great in a long skirt and white shoes. Imagine how they'd look in a mini-skirt and heels! Well, I'm not one for imagining, so I made it my mission to find out if she was as hot under that outfit as I expected. "Hi Frankie," I said as we stood in the hallway. "I'm Dr. Frederick Pound. I was just checking on Margaret. It seems she's doing pretty well." "Yes, Doctor," Frankie said. "It's very nice to meet you. Margaret has been raving about what a terrific doctor you are. She is doing great. She'll probably go home tomorrow." "That's great," I said. "But I can't take all the credit. I'm sure you've been giving her great care." "We try," Frankie smiled. "I'm sure you do more than that," I said, this time glancing down at her tits. "Excuse me, doctor," Frankie said, turning away. "I want to show you something on her chart." She turned away and went to the nurse's station and I thought maybe she was offended by my approach. But when she came back, I noticed that she had undone a button on her top. It wasn't much, but it was a clear signal and offered a little bit of cleavage. She made a point of getting close to me and letting me take a good look as she showed me the chart. After we conferred, she said, "Um, Dr., I've been having some problems and I don't really want to go to one of the doctors here -- you know how it is. Could I maybe schedule an appointment with you sometime?" "Of course, Frankie," I smiled. I knew I had her and this one was going to be even easier than most. "I actually work out of my house, so why don't you stop by after your shift ends." "That would be great," she said. "I get off at 7. You're sure that's not too late?" "Not at all," I said. "Consider it professional courtesy." I left the hospital having forgotten all about Margaret's hot daughter. Frankie and her big tits and long legs were on my mind. Another fun night was just a few hours away. Frankie showed up at 7:30 still in her nursing uniform, though I noticed that two buttons were now undone. I wanted to rip that top off and get down to business, but figured I better take my time. I motioned her to the exam table and had her take a seat. "So, Frankie," I said. "What kind of problems are you having?" "Well, they might be as much mental as they are physical," she said. "It's just that I'm kind of jittery and hyper all the time. People at work make me so frustrated sometimes and other times I'm so bored I could cry. I could just be going through a phase, but I know sometimes hormone levels can cause some weird stuff, so I just thought it might be a good idea to get checked out." "I agree," I said. "I'll be happy to check you out. Why don't we start by having you strip down to your underwear. I need to get a few measurements, then I want to listen to your heart and lungs and get a urine sample." "Of course, doctor," Frankie said, her nimble fingers quickly moving to the buttons on her top. In a few seconds, she was down to her bra and panties and my suspicions were confirmed. She had a large, firm set of tits that were currently covered by a lacy white bra. Her long legs were athletic and tan and she had a first-rate ass inside a pair of white cotton panties. I checked her height and weight -- 5-10, 130 -- and her measurements -- 36D-24-34. I expected her to question that part, but she didn't. She was a good nurse, following doctor's orders without question. Oh, this could be fun. "Undo your bra for me, please," I said, taking out my stethoscope to let her know I intended to listen to her heart and lungs -- ogling her tits was just a fortunate byproduct. Unencumbered, they bounced freely, firm and inviting with her rubbery nipples pointed slightly upward. She had the tits of an 18-year-old. In fact, her whole body was in great shape. I placed the stethoscope between her tits, letting the back of my hand "accidentally" brush against her erect nipple. The cool air in the office was making them grow harder by the second. "Everything looks great so far," I said. "Now, can you give me a urine sample, please?" "Actually, I just went before I left work," Frankie said. "Is it really necessary?" "No," I smiled. "I can get what I need another way. I just need some of your fluid to test. It can be urine or blood, but what really works the best is vaginal fluid." "Really?" "Yes," I said. "But I need a fairly large amount. That's why urine or blood are easier. But I'm sure I can get what I need from you if that's OK with you." "Whatever you say, doctor." "If you'll just stand with your feet flat and your legs spread a bit, then bend over and rest your arms on the table," I instructed. "Good." I know had a nice view of her ass and quickly pulled her panties down and tossed them aside. She had a beautiful little pussy, all pink and puffy with neatly trimmed dark curls atop her mound. "I just have to stimulate some of the vaginal fluid," I said. "Do you like dirty talk?" "Uh, why?" Frankie asked, a little surprised by my question. "Because if you do," I said, "I can talk dirty and help you produce the fluid." "I see, doctor," she said. "Well, yes, I guess I do." "OK, then," I said. "Spread your legs a little more and let me at that pussy." "Yes, doctor." I wasted no time beating around the bush, if you will, immediately poking my index finger inside her pussy. I was pleased to find it warm and moist. I quickly added two more fingers and started finger-fucking with firm, quick jabs. "This is a little more fun than a urine sample, huh?" I chuckled. "Oh yes, doctor," she said, her breathing already a little heavy. "You've got a nice pussy," I said. "Hot and tight. I bet all the doctors over there like it." "Oh, I don't date any of them," she grunted as I added a fourth finger and began rubbing her clit with my thumb. "I won't allow myself to date anyone I work with. I work all the time, so I haven't dated much lately." "Maybe that's your problem," I said, inhaling the fragrance of her steaming pussy, "you're not getting enough of this. You're a healthy young woman. This hot little pussy needs some attention. I think it likes attention." "Yes, it does," she gasped. "I bet it hasn't been properly filled for a long time," I said. "I bet you need to have that pussy filled and stretched." I pulled my hand out and replaced it with a 9-inch dildo that was as thick as my wrist. "Here, see if this helps, you little slut." "Oh fuck, yes," she gasped. "Oh, it's so big, doctor. It's ... oh ... it's stretching me ... I can't ... oh yes ..." I was twisting her clit between my thumb and forefinger while I pounded her twat with the dildo. She came hard and fast, her legs trembling, juices streaming down her thighs. She slumped against the table, thrusting her hips back against the dildo, still thrusting even after I pulled it out. I grabbed a spoon and specimen cup and began collecting her juices. When I was done, I held it up for her to see. "Very good, Frankie," I said. "You gave me an ample sample to run some tests. I'll be right back. Go ahead and clean yourself up, but please remain naked. There's a robe in the bathroom if you want to use it." I, of course, did nothing with the sample and I'm pretty sure Frankie knew it. She was smart, which I liked. Some acquaintances of mine -- I don't have many true friends -- have the misconception that I only like dumb or ditzy girls and that's why I fuck strippers all the time. Not true. First of all, there are plenty of smart strippers. Secondly, I fuck first-class pussy only, which is where strippers often rank. Whether they are smart or not is of no consequence so long as they're hot. But, yes, I like a smart woman. I liked that Frankie knew what I was up to and was willing to play along. She didn't have to be tricked into doing anything, she just wanted to be told what to do. She came out a few minutes later, wearing the white terry cloth robe I had offered. It was too short and too small, so she had to hold the front together to cover her bulging tits and the bottom barely came past her ass. She sat back on the exam table. "Frankie," I said, "there's nothing wrong with you physically. In fact, pretty much everything is fantastic physically. I think your problem is you're just not getting enough action. You're a young, healthy woman and you need some release for your energy. You need something to get your blood -- and that little clit -- pumping. Lucky for you, I can provide everything you need." I stood up and opened my fly, pulling out all 12 inches of my cock. "Oh, my," she gasped. "Yes," I said. "I think a few treatments with this will help you relax and feel a whole lot better. What do you think?" "Um, well, I don't know," she wasn't able to take her eyes off my cock. "I mean, you're the doctor. Whatever you think is best." "That's right," I said. "I'm the doctor and you're the naughty little nurse. So, you do what I say. Here, put these on." I gave her a pair of white stilettos. She hopped off the table and put them on. I pulled off her robe and told her to bend over and grab her ankles. I got behind her and promptly filled her pussy with my cock. She was still hot and wet down there and my rigid poker slid in easily at first, more slowly as the last inches forced their way in. She gasped and started to stagger forward, but I held her hips firm. "Stand still, Frankie," I grunted. "Just relax. Your pussy will stretch. You can take it. You're going to love it." I started pumping, quickly picking up the pace until my balls were slapping against her lovely ass cheeks. I decided to let me hands join the fun, smacking her ass lightly, watching the firm flesh bounce under my touch. I was drilling her hard and fast, as I usually do and was pleased to feel her pussy clenching my cock and hear her gasping in short, excited breaths as she built to another climax. When she came, her legs went limp and I let her fall to the floor as I stood over her. I straddled her, stroking my cock. "Open up, slut," I said. She propped herself up on her elbows and opened her mouth, her eyes staring intently at my prick. My cock was probably 18 inches from her face when I started firing. For those of you unfamiliar with my story, when I cum, I cum in gallons, at least 10 strong wads every time. The first wad was a little high, catching her upper lip and I overcorrected, catching the lower lip with the next. The third was right down the middle, skipping her lips, teeth and tongue and probably splattering against her tonsils. She instinctively closed her mouth and swallowed as she felt it hit the back of her throat, so I aimed my next two shots at her nose, promptly covering both nostrils. Most guys would have been done by now, but I kept firing. I splattered above both eyes and my cum ran through her eyelashes as she blinked to keep it out of her eyes. I finally fired three shots at her tits, drenching those impressive melons. I stepped forward and held my cock in front of her face. She didn't hesitate, opening her mouth and licking it clean. "Good job," I smiled, patting her on the top of the head. "Now, lick up and swallow as much of that as you can. What you don't eat, you'll wear home tonight." She licked and swallowed all of it from her tits and gathered up other wads from her nose and eyes. "How's it taste?" I asked. "Bad medicine?" "Mmm," she smiled, licking her fingers. "No, it's yummy!" "So," I said. "Do you feel relaxed?" "Mmm hmm," she smiled. "I'm going to sleep good tonight." "Good. Well, tomorrow, you're going to be nervous and anxious again. You need much more than what I just gave you. But don't worry, I'm here to help as long as you need. When you go to work tomorrow, you shouldn't wear a bra." "What?" she asked. "I have to." "No, you don't. Those tits can stand on their own just fine and, even if someone notices those hard nipples sticking out, they won't say anything. Second, you will wear this all day tomorrow." I handed her a pink butt plug and a white thong. "The butt plug will help prepare you for what I'm going to do to you and the thong will help hold it in place." "I can't wear this stuff to work," she said. "Yes, you can," I said. "If you don't, I'll talk to Sister Ann. Oh, yes, I know Sister Ann. She's not exactly fun to work for, is she? Well, imagine how fun she'd be if she knew what a slut you really are. I have been videotaping everything, you know." "No way!" Frankie cried. "You bastard." "Oh, stop with the act," I said. "You love it. Now you have an excuse to do what I'm telling you. You want to wear the butt plug and thong. You want to go without a bra. You want to fantasize all day about my cock. I know it and you know it too. This is all helping you, Frankie. Just let yourself be a slut for a while and I think you'll be much happier." "Well, yes doctor," Frankie said. "I'll do it." "You better," I said. "I'll be checking on you." PART 2: TLC -- TASTY, LARGE COCK The next afternoon -- after a session with a flexible black babe who did gymnastics on my cock all night long -- I went back to the hospital, looking for Frankie. I spotted her walking away from me down the hall, noticing a slight stiffness to her walk, caused, no doubt, by the butt plug she was clenching between her ass cheeks. She went into a patient's room and I followed. She didn't see me and the patient, I was happy to see, was sound asleep. Without saying a word, I grabbed Frankie's long hair and pulled her toward the bathroom. Before she could yell out, I put a hand over her mouth and whispered in her ear, "It's me." I could feel her smile. I pulled her into the bathroom and closed the door. Without saying a word, I grabbed her tits and could tell instantly that she wasn't wearing a bra. I bent her over and hiked up her skirt. Sure enough, there was the thong and butt plug I had ordered. "Good girl," I whispered. "You deserve a reward." I sat on the toilet lid and pulled out my cock, pushing her to her knees. She knew what to do from there, urgently taking me into her mouth, sucking hard, doing her best to take as much as she could. I helped her by putting my hands on the back of her head and pushing my cock past her tonsils, letting it slide into her throat as she tilted her head back to get a better angle. I stood up, aiming my cock straight down her gullet, flexing my knees as I steadily worked my cock up and down in her throat. I pulled out and filled her mouth with my balls, forcing her to suck and lick them for a few minutes before once again fucking her throat. When I was ready to cum, I pulled out and instructed her to close her mouth. I then unleashed my full load all over her face and hair, huge globs covering her ears and eyes. Some of it fell on her uniform, a strand oozing across her name badge. After she licked me clean, she started to wipe it off, presumably to swallow it like she did last night. I stopped her. "No," I whispered. "Wear it. Hold your head up high and show it off." "But Sister Ann..." "Not my problem," I said. I helped her up and sent her out of the bathroom with a swift swat on her ass. She kept walking out of the room and never looked back. I followed at a safe distance, noticing how people would pass her in the hall, doing a double-take as she walked by. If she got through the first 10 minutes or so, she'd be fine. It would dry on her face and hair and uniform and, though she'd feel it, it wouldn't be that conspicuous to anyone just casting a quick glance. Still, it had to be humiliating for her. I knew she loved it almost as much as I did. I went to the cafeteria and got a bite to eat, then went looking for her again about an hour later. I saw her at the nurse's station, talking to another of the nurses, nervously running her fingers through her hair, stopping when she came to a clump of dried cum and trying to hide it. "Excuse me," I said to the other nurse, "I need to speak to Frankie a moment, if you don't mind." "Of course not, doctor," the other nurse said as I led Frankie down the hall. When we got to the janitor's closet, I opened the door and pushed her inside, locking the door behind us. Again, she understood not to speak or make too much noise as I bent her over, raised her skirt and ripped off her thong. I filled her pussy with my cock, slamming into her juicy cunt about a dozen times until I felt her juices coating my shaft. Then, I pulled out, yanked out the butt plug and filled the gaping hole with my pussy-lubricated cock. She stifled a cry by putting a hand in her mouth. Dr. Pound's Naughty Nurse Ch. 01-03 I pulled both of her arms behind her back and used them as a handle to pull her back and forth as I steadily worked more and more of my cock up that tight ass, feeling it stretch reluctantly to take every inch. I grunted, fucking her hard and fast, using her for a quickie in the middle of the afternoon. I didn't try to hold back my orgasm or make it last. I simply pulled out, spun her around and aimed my cock at her face again. "Getting a little dry," I said. "Better freshen you up a bit." Once again, I plastered her face with a gigantic load. I paid special attention to her eyes and hair, making sure to matte her hair, eyebrows and lashes down with as much sticky goo as I could. I kept the torn thong and butt plug and made her leave before me, to ensure that she didn't try to clean off first. Immediately, she bumped into the nurse from the station. "What happened to your face?" the nurse asked. "Oh, just a little moisturizer I've been trying," Frankie said quickly. "It doesn't really rub in, though." "Yeah, and you got it in your hair," the other nurse laughed. "Oh Frankie, you're so silly. Always in a hurry, aren't you? Well, I just came looking for you. Dr. Boggs needs you right away. Guess you'll have to clean up later." Just what I wanted to hear! I ducked into a men's room and closed the door on a stall. With a pen, I wrote Frankie's initials in the back of the thong, then I left it and the butt plug laying on the sink. It wasn't enough to get her in trouble -- no one would really know they were hers. But it might start conversations and jokes among the staff about some slut leaving that stuff in the men's bathroom, never suspecting that the slut in question was their co-worker. Frankie would have to listen and joke along as if she knew nothing about it. I left the hospital with a smile on my face. Frankie was becoming a fun plaything. Of course, I suspected the 20-year-old former beauty queen waiting for me in my office would be too, so I hurried back for another evening of fun. Still, I was thinking about Frankie and what I could do to her tomorrow. PART 3: IF INGESTED, CALL A DOCTOR Later that night, while my beauty-queen-turned-stripper was washing the cum off her tits, I called Frankie. "Are you relaxed, Frankie?" I asked, not need to tell her who I was. "I can't believe you did that to me today!" she said, trying to sound angry but failing. "You're welcome," I said. "Now, do you feel relaxed?" "I had a much better day at work," Frankie acknowledged. "I guess I just needed a little excitement. Weird how the body and mind works, isn't it?" "Sure is," I said. "You know I'm not done with you yet, though, don't you?" "What do you mean? I can't keep doing that. I'll lose my job for sure. Look, you helped me, I'll admit, and it was kind of fun. But you got plenty out of the deal, too. I think we should stop before we get in trouble." "Oh, we're just starting to get in trouble," I said. "You're not going to make me go to Sister Ann, are you?" "You wouldn't!" "Do you really think so?" "Well, what do you want?" "I want you to be ready for me, any time, day or night," I said. "I want you to wear a dildo in your pussy and another thong tomorrow. A messenger is bringing them to you tonight. You will wear no bra again tomorrow. When you're in your apartment, you will wear only heels, thongs, skirts, hot pants -- you get the idea." "Why?" "Because you're going to give me a key to your apartment tomorrow and you're never going to know when I'm going to show up." "You can't just boss me around and fuck me any time you want," Frankie protested. "If you want to keep your job, I can," I said. "And, I think you want this anyway. But I tell you what, if you really don't, then send back the thong and dildo tonight and I'll leave you alone. Otherwise, I'll be by sometime tomorrow to pick up the key." I hung up before she could respond. The carrier never returned that night -- no surprise -- and the next morning I had the beauty queen help me prepare a special present for Frankie. I came three times in a Styrofoam coffee cup -- you know, the kinds with the lead to keep the coffee warm -- and had it express delivered to Frankie at the hospital with a note that said: "Good morning, Frankie, I didn't receive your thong So I started the morning, stroking my dong I filled this cup with your favorite drink No coffee, all cream, I know how you think. Sip it slow and make it last until noon, Enjoy every drop. I'll be there soon. Meet me in the cafeteria at 12 o'clock, I'll bring your lunch -- meatballs and cock." I sealed the note with a drop of cum. I showed up at the hospital precisely at noon carrying a brown bag. I found Frankie sitting patiently at a table in the corner, the coffee cup sat in front of her. I sat down across the table from her. "So, how was your coffee?" I asked. "Great," Frankie said. "Hot and warm. Great way to start my day. Kept me going all morning, in fact." She opened the lid to show me it was empty. "How do you, you know, make so much all the time?" "Secret recipe," I smiled. "Don't ask questions, just be thankful. Are you in the uniform I requested?" "Of course, doctor," she said, squirming a bit in her seat as if to show me that she had the 9-inch dildo stuffed up her little pussy. She stuck out her chest a bit too -- she had unbuttoned her top three buttons to reveal far more cleavage than would be allowed on her floor. I could see her hard nipples outlined by her top and knew she had followed the no bra directive. "Good," I said. "I brought you lunch as a reward." I reached in the bag and pulled out two sandwiches. One was a big, juicy hamburger for me. The other was a chicken breast sandwich for her. Both were homemade. "You made this?" she asked. "Thank you! What's this sauce?" She was looking under the bun. "My own secret recipe," I smiled. "I think you'll recognize the taste. Oh, and I brought you another cup of cream." I pulled another hot cup of my cum out of the bag and set it on the table for her. "I just watched that video of you and me from the other night over and over again." I was lying. Actually, I had called Bunny -- a stripper some of you might recognize from a previous story -- and she had come over and used her various skills to help me fill another cup. "Wow," Frankie said. "It's still hot!" "Drink up," I said. "You don't have to make this one last." As Frankie ate and drank my cum, I took great delight in watching my cum squish between her teeth or a drop catch on her lip. "So, I heard someone talking about a butt plug and a pair of panties in the men's room," I said. "Did you hear anything about that?" "You did that?" she asked. "I thought someone must have picked them up in the janitor's closet or something. People have been joking about that all morning. Did you write me initials on the thong?" "Now would I do something like that?" I smiled. "You're off until 1, right?" "Yeah." "OK, drink up. We've got about half an hour left." She gulped down the remainder of my semen, some of it clinging to her upper lip like a milk mustache. I was pleased to see she didn't try to wipe it off. I led her to the ER, found an empty bed and quickly pulled the curtain around us. There were several patients in other beds and doctors and nurses all around. But they were all focused on patients in need of immediate attention. If we did nothing to draw attention to ourselves, we should be OK. I got in the bed and opened my fly. Frankie let the natural weight of her big tits bend her over and she gobbled up half my cock, bobbing her head up and down in a frantic pace. She was sucking as hard as she could and I could tell she wanted to get me off quickly, afraid of being caught. I had no problem with a quickie, so I put my hand on the back of her head and started driving it home. Just then, the curtain peeled back and a doctor peaked in, not really taking time to look. When he saw someone there, he quickly stepped away, saying, "Sorry." Close call, but to her credit, Frankie never stopped. Not until I filled her mouth and throat with another load, which she eagerly swallowed. The prodigious amount spilled out of her mouth and down the front of her uniform, but she caught most of it. Before she left, I made her bend over and I removed her thong and the dildo. I handed her a pen and made her put her initials in the thong again, then I put both in my jacket pocket. "What are you going to do with those?" she asked. "You never know," I smiled. "But I'm sure you'll hear about it. Have a good afternoon, Frankie. Oh, do you have my key?" "Yes, doctor. Here you go." "OK. I'll be seeing you. Don't try to guess when, just be ready any time." "Yes, doctor." She left and I made my way to the elevators. I rode up and down a few times until no one else was on. I put the thong and dildo in a small plastic bag and left in the corner of the elevator. That should make for a fun story in the break room.