0 comments/ 24787 views/ 0 favorites Angel of Mercy By: Stardad Jim and Sarah had met on a ski hill, and were both experts. By having their wedding in late January they were able to plan a honeymoon skiing Western powder in the Rockies. Everything - the skiing, the clubbing, the sex - was excellent until Thursday afternoon. Then some clown who had drunk his lunch went lurching across the expert trail and Jim took a terrible fall, careening into the trees... Next thing he knew, he was waking up in the hospital on Friday, hurting all over, woozy with drugs. The doctor explained that he was virtually immobilized: His left leg was broken, and in traction; his left wrist was broken, badly, and a cast had been built over a board splint which extended past the ends of his fingers; and his right shoulder had a severe separation, so he was in a half body cast on that side. The only limb he could move was his right leg. The drunk, of course, was unhurt. Now it was Wednesday. With the pain mostly gone, Jim was bored stupid and feeling sorry for himself. Sarah had visited him every day, of course, to feed him and cheer him up, chatting about the shopping, the clubs, and the guys who tried to hit on her. Today she came in a little before noon, just in time for lunch. It always cheered Jim up to see her, of course. She was quite beautiful, about 5'6" with long shapely legs, a tight, athlete's body, jet black shoulder-length hair and deep, intense blue eyes. Today she was wearing a lightweight short-sleeved sweater and a denim miniskirt that showed her legs off. But as she fed him, Sarah looked upset, pensive, perhaps even angry. Jim was no dummy, he picked up on it right away. "What's the matter, honey?" Sarah started crying: "Oh Jim! I've tried to be happy, sweetie, because you need to heal, but I've just had a terrible time by myself." Sarah continued talking, "and I can't believe I've had to spend most of the honeymoon without you, sweetheart. God, I'm desperately horny, all the time. Look at my nipples, they're always hard!" And before Jim could absorb what she said, Sarah had raised her sweater above her breasts. They were medium-sized, but absolutely perfect in shape, with large, puffy, medium brown aureoles. And she was right: her nipples were erect, sticking directly out at him! Sarah grabbed a nipple with the thumb and finger of her left hand, and gave a little gasp, while Jim could only watch the bud get even harder! Now he knew he was recovering as he felt his penis stir a bit at the view. "And Jim, you can't have any idea how uncomfortable it is to spend all day with a wet spot in your panties!" She leaned forward toward him and raised one foot to the bedframe to support herself - and Jim had a clear view straight up her miniskirt to her white panties! And just as she said, there was an oval wet spot, that seemed to be growing as he watched. Now he felt the beginning of a real erection for the first time since the accident. While Jim tried to say something consoling Sarah let out a groan, and her right hand went to her crotch. She started rubbing up and down her slit, slowly and pushing very hard. It looked as if she was trying to push her panties right up into her vagina! Jim knew when to shut up and watch. In a few minutes Sarah pulled the soaking crotch of her panties aside and it was clear to Jim that she was ready and then some. Her vulva was awash in slippery, sticky fluid which coated her black, curly pubic hair; her lips had already opened like a flower and her inner lips and clit were becoming fully engorged. Jim was becoming engorged as well, as he now had a full-blown erection. His wife now rubbed herself directly, without the intervening panties. Her hand moved up and down, with her first and middle fingers sliding in and out of her with increasing speed. She continued worrying her nipples with her other hand, and all of this was happening just a foot or so from Jim's wondrous eyes. Sarah exclaimed in rhythm with her rubbing, and her breathing got faster. Then, just as it seemed to Jim that she MUST come, she let out one more groan and unbelievably got up from the chair - AND CLIMBED ONTO JIM'S HOSPITAL BED!! Sarah faced the wall behind Jim's head, and put a knee above each of his shoulders, so she could lower her flaming crotch directly onto his face! Jim had no choice but to start licking and sucking like crazy - something he had done many times before. He smelled her essence, and felt and tasted her juices as they flowed from her onto his chin and down his face to his neck and the pillow beneath. As he licked, Sarah rocked back and forth, masturbating herself on his mouth. Then she let out a long, low moan and stopped rocking - and Jim could feel her whole body spasm as she came, sending another gush of fluid down his chin, and nearly crying in her happiness. As she relaxed over him, of course, Jim couldn't breathe, nor could he push her off, so he tried to talk "Urrmmmmmmmph" was all that came out, but Sarah had recovered enough to understand. She climbed off him and grabbed a bedside towel, cleaning herself as best she could. Her panties were beyond help, but she left them on anyway, and pulled her sweater back down. Meanwhile Jim's erection was starting to throb, and had tented the sheet over him. He groaned a little himself, but Sarah was just too satisfied and self-absorbed to notice. She flashed him the million-watt smile that had attracted him in the first place, and as she was leaving said "Thanks, lover, that was wonderful." Now Sarah had not closed the door when she came into Jim's room, nor had she drawn the bed curtain. Neither Jim nor Sarah had noticed, but Mary, the head floor nurse, had come into the room to make her regular, after lunch check. She stopped as soon as she saw what was going on, and when Sarah had her orgasm the nurse turned and walked back to the station, smiling to herself. When she saw Sarah leave, Mary went back to Jim's room. SHE remembered to close - and lock - the door. Jim, of course, was a mess. His face and neck were covered with Sarah's glistening juices. His pillow and the top part of the bed were totally discombobulated; and of course he had a full, purple, nine-inch erection that now seemed to have a consciousness of its own. Mary was a very attractive woman, forty-ish. She was tall and very big. Not fat at all, but with very wide shoulders and hips, large breasts and hefty, strong thighs. And she dressed to show off. Her uniform was always one size too small, her top was always unbuttoned enough to show her bra and considerable cleavage, and her skirts were always a couple of inches too short. Jim had never noticed before now, but he took in all the details this time. In his current condition he didn't know whether to be hideously embarrassed or just more and more horny, and he was actually a lot of both. Mary smiled at him, and said it was time for his after lunch cleanup. She had done this every day but Jim hadn't been in this shape before. The nurse never mentioned Sarah or what she saw earlier or now, just went to the basin, wetted and soaped a cloth and brought it back to the bed. First she cleaned Jim's face, as she always did after lunch, being careful to sponge away all of Sarah's love juices without comment. Then she pulled the sheet off Jim - and his incredible hardon! She looked, but didn't comment. Instead she said "time for your sponge bath," which was something an orderly usually did in the evening. Then she said "I don't have an apron - do you mind if I take my uniform off?" Jim by now was beyond speechless, of course, he couldn't even nod. His whole being was centered in his throbbing penis, which Mary hadn't yet touched nor spoken about. She hung up the uniform and Jim gasped. Her bra and panties were sheer! He didn't understand how the garment supported her magnificent breasts, but he could see her nipples - huge and very dark brown. When she faced him he could see her pubic hair through the hip-hugger panties. And to top it off, so to speak, Mary was wearing old-fashioned white stockings and a garter belt instead of panty hose. As she sashayed back to the bed Jim felt he might come without even being touched. He didn't, though, just got harder as Mary started sponging his chest, then his stomach. Then - omigod! - she skipped over his groin and sponged up from his ankles. Slowly but ever-so-surely she worked her way up to his crotch, first stroking his thighs, then his balls, and at last wrapping a hand around his aching erection. If Jim had been able to think rationally he would have known it was impossible for his penis to grow any more, but as Mary slowly stroked up and down his organ he was sure it had lengthened again by half. He was ever so close now, and Mary knew it too. She leaned over him, and opened her mouth as if to take him in. Instead she exhaled warm air on the head of his cock, and that was it! First a huge sigh, then a massive groan, then Jim came - and came - and came some more. The first spurts shot a couple of feet in the air, but Mary directed it so all the gobs of semen landed back on Jim's stomach. After he was done, and flaccid again, she got a fresh soapy cloth and cleaned him up. She put her uniform back on, and left the room, saying over her shoulder: "There. Feel better?" Angel of Mercy This is a little different than my other stories, no incest this time, and for some, the sex might not be enough either, I hope you still enjoy it. Let me know if I should write more stories like this. * * * * * True love is a rare and wonderful thing when you can find it. Soulmates, are something that most dream of, few find them in their life time, it could take several life times to find this one true love, this soulmate that we were made for. I believe that when we die we come back, during our life time the ones we meet, love, marry, are etched forever in our souls, I believe that Soulmates are lovers or friends from a past life. What follows is my version of what I believe to be one of my past lives, I hope I find her again. Where did it begin, or better yet, when, did it begin. During the Civil War, in the Atlanta, Ga. area, I was a confederate soldier, fighting for what I believed in, fighting to maintain the way of life I'd grown to know and love. During a particularly heavy exchange of fire, I was knocked out from the blast of a Yankee cannon. I remember seeing and hearing the blast, then all went black. When I came too, I thought I was blind or dead, but then I saw the bright glitter of the stars. I ached all over, my head throbbing, I felt something wet on my stomach, I touched my stomach and flinched when the pain from a wound sent a blinding pain to my already aching brain. I tried to stand, but the pain sent me falling. I soon found I could half drag and half crawl, where I was going I had no idea, but I knew I needed help, and it wasn't going to find me laying there. Due to the pain, I made very slow progress, and once I fell on a log I was trying to crawl over, and passed out from the pain. I didn't know how long I was out, it was still dark, soon I caught the faint smell of bacon cooking, and followed the wonderful smell. After what seemed like hours I crawled through some bushes into the clearing of a great plantation, I could see the servants cooking in an outdoor kitchen, I tried to call for help but my throat was so parched no sound would come out. I got to my knees, and finally to my feet, I raised my hand to wave for help, I took a several steps towards the servants, my footing slipped on a rock jarring my wounds, my head filled with a blinding light and fell with a hard thud. A cool wetness stirred me, my eyes fluttering open, and looked upon an angel, a smile upon her lips, "Thank God, ya'lls alright." she said in the most beautiful southern drawl I'd ever heard. I tried to sit, and the pain in my stomach informed me I was to stay laying. The angel of mercy, explained to me that her servants had seen me come out of the bushes, and saw me fall, she was summoned, and she saw I was hurt pretty badly, she had her servants carry me into the big house, and placed on an empty bed. Because of the war, no doctors were available, so her and one of her servant ladies doctored me up the best they could. A few minutes later an older black woman brought a tray into the room, I could smell coffee, and other heavenly smells coming from the tray. The beautiful southern angel, started to feed me, telling me to eat up, that the food would help me build up my blood. I ate, and drank what was offered me, soon I was feeling a lot better. Then I noticed, I was naked in the bed save for the bandages on different parts of my body. As I lowered the covers, I looked into her eyes, and she smiled the most mischievous smile I'd ever seen. "Ya'lls clothes were a complete mess, sir, and I had to get those filthy rags off so I could properly clean your wounds." she said with no remorse in her voice. After idle talk, I learned that all the men folk of the plantation had gone off to fight the Yankee's, Her mother had passed away a few weeks after her father and brothers had left to fight in the war. She was all alone in the house, but for a few servants that stayed to help the young lady. I'd dribbled some soup on my chest, and the lovely girl leaned over me to wipe it off, she looked into my eyes, our faces only inches apart, I raised my head towards her sexy mouth and paused, unsure if I'd offend her with a kiss or not, but she must've wanted the kiss too, because after only a few seconds she leaned in for the kiss, our lips lightly touching, I was in heaven, I'd died and gone to heaven, for there could not be anything better than the soft feeling of her lips, the sweet taste of them. When our eyes opened, I was looking into the eyes of heaven, I was totally and helplessly in love. "You mustn't get yourself all worked up, ya'lls still weak and needs ta heal up some more, before anything else." I closed my eyes, thinking to myself, this must be heaven. I awoke after an unknown amount of time, it was dark, and I could see by the moons light that my hostess was sitting in a rocking chair next to my bed, she'd fallen asleep during her vigil over looking after me. I needed to use the outhouse something fierce, I tried to get up, and as I did the wounds on my stomach sent a blinding pain to my brain causing me to cry out loud. "And just what do ya'll think your doin'?" my hostess exclaimed. I explained in embarrassment that I needed to go to the privy, she chuckled, and bent over by the foot of the bed, she told me I'd just have to use the pan till I was well enough for the walk out to the outhouse. She lifted the covers, forced my legs apart, lifted my privates up in her hand and then hung them back into the pan. Then she covered me back up and told me to take care of business. This wasn't going to prove easy, for starters, I didn't think I'd be able to do my business while sitting in bed, the second, at the first touch of her angelic hands, I'd gotten the biggest, hardest erection of my life. After several minutes she looked at me impatiently and said, "Well?" "I can't." I choked out. She lifted the covers and saw one reason why it wasn't possible for me to go, smiling she asked if she'd caused that to happen and I told her yes. Smiling, she bent down and kiss the head of my throbbing member, thinking that this truly was heaven, I leaned back and closed my eyes ready for her to take me into the heavenly confines of her mouth, when all of a sudden, THWAP! I felt a sharp, intense pain in my organ, she'd thumped it with her finger very hard, and as a result it started to deflate quickly. Laughing she said, " Mamma always said a sharp thump would keep a horny boy in line." A tear had formed in my eye, I was now totally in love with this woman. I relaxed and soon was emptying my bladder. When I'd finished, she took the pan outside the door and sat it down, she went to the dresser and pour a bowl of water from the pitcher, taking wash cloth she proceeded to wash me gently, I was completely confused now, and was worried because I felt the familiar tingling of another erection building. She cleaned me completely and continued her manipulations till I felt my release very close, she smiled at me and told me that I was the first real man that she'd been so close to, and that I was everything she'd imagined a man to be, minus the cuts and wounds from the war. At that time she looked down and saw a small pearl of pre-cum form at the opening on my penis. She raised a questioning eyebrow and wiped it off with a finger, she studied it as she rubbed it between her finger and thumb, smelling it, then placing her fingers into her mouth tasting it. Her face and eyes light up as if tasting honey for the first time. " Did I make it do that?" she asked. I replied in a quivering voice, "Yes my love you did." She squeezed from the base to the tip, as if she were milking the family cow, and she was rewarded with a bigger drop of pre-cum, this time she leaned down and licked it off, at the first touch of her tongue, my dick jumped and jerked, I thought I was going to loose it right there. As she licked and sucked the head, I knew it wasn't going to be long before I could no longer hold back. I moaned out as she slowly took me into her mouth, she suckled me like a babe on its mothers tit. I told her I was going to cum soon if she kept doing that, "Cum?" she asked. "What's that?" I explained to her about the little drops she'd licked off the tip of my cock were just a small sample of the cum that would come out if she kept up her sucking. "YOU MEAN I'LL GET MORE OF THAT DELICIOUS STUFF?" She asked excitedly. Laughing at her naive look she was giving me. I could only nod, in response she lowered her head back onto my throbbing cock. She licked, kissed and sucked every inch of my cock, she licked my balls, taking first one then the other into her mouth. As she lowered her head, letting my cock slide into her throat, I felt my cock swell, the start shooting her reward down her throat. She let out a muffled squeal of surprise, the force of the first shot caused her to gag a bit, but she recovered quickly and didn't miss a drop. The spasms racked my aching body, I'd never in my life experienced the like, pain and pleasure at the same time. I came harder, longer than I'd ever cum in my life. When she'd sucked the last drops from my withering cock, she kissed the tip of it, leaned up and kissed me deeply. "Thank you, sir." she whispered into my mouth. I caressed her face, "No thank you, my angel of mercy." She raised the covers back over my naked body, kissed my forehead and left the room. I drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and warm for the first time in many months. The horror of war was momentarily forgotten, I slipped into a deep restful sleep. The noise and shock of the blast jolted me awake, the pain wracked my body, my brain. The sun was blinding, my eyes were greeted to the bright sun, trees, men running every where. "Jeb, you ok?" a fellow confederate soldier asked. I looked down, I was in my uniform, the blood was dried, the gapping hole showed the clean bandages underneath. I looked up at him in bewilderment. He helped me up, and we got away from the battlefield as quickly as possible. When back at our companies encampment, I was questioned by the doctors as to who had cleaned my wounds. Telling me that whoever did it, saved my life, and did an excellent job of bandaging me. When I told them of the plantation, the servants and the young woman, they said they wanted to meet her, that they could use some extra help if she were willing. A wagon was brought over, I was loaded into it, we rode with a small escort of soldiers in the direction of what I thought was the plantation. I was so confused, I couldn't understand how I'd gotten back on the battlefield like that. We found an old path cut through some trees, we followed it on for several miles, we came into a clearing, there was the plantation. Only, the house seemed dirtier, darker, than I'd remembered. We went into the house, it was abandoned, and from the looks of the cob webs and trash, the place had been vacant for a long time. The doctor, and other soldiers thought we'd found a different plantation, but as we were leaving, I looked over the mantel a painting of a young woman hung there. When the dust was wiped away, I saw my Angel of mercy, dressed in the same clothes she'd worn when she doctored me. "That's her, that's the woman that fixed me up." I exclaimed. Everyone came up with the explanation that the occupants of the plantation fled when they heard the battle getting closer, that the house was in this condition when I was here, but didn't know it due to my wounds. As we were leaving, one of the soldiers saw someone in the brush, thinking it were the enemy, they soon had the person captured. It was an old black man, half blind, I showed him the painting, "Where's this girl, where's the mistress of the house?" I asked. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at me, then the others, "You'se pokin' fun at me ain't ya." he said. When asked what he meant, he replied. "This here plantation has been abandoned since the first of the war, the men fold went off to fight, the old woman died shortly after, and that girl, well, one night a group of them blue coats came through her looking for supplies. They told all her servants they was free, they hung the young mistress out back, saying she was a slave owner." A tears had formed in the old man's eyes, he looked at us and said, "The young mistress had given us all our freedom after her mother died, we all stayed to take care of her, cuz we had no place else to go. She didn't even try to fight when they took her out back, she just smiled her sweet smile like always, then they hung her." Everyone looked at me, I looked at the bandages, "This is impossible old man, she bandaged me up, she fed me food, she..." The look in the old man's good eye told me he was telling the truth. My Angel of mercy was in fact, an Angel, as we rode back to camp, the doctor said he was changing his report to show that a field medic had bandaged my wounds, and I was helped in by a fellow soldier. I looked at the picture, and knew, that this Angel was real, and that one day, I'd find her again. Was she my soulmate? I don't know, I know she saved me, I know she gave me comfort and relief when I needed it most. I hope to one day find her, even if its just to say thank you. But until then, Angel of mercy where ever you are, Thank you. Angel of Mercy I was sitting in front of some apartment building, down town, in the worst neighborhood. I had a razor on me; I was thinking about turning down an alley and just ending it all. I was hoping someone would come along and make the choice for me, rape me and slit my throat. Hell, I've already gotten comfortable with the rape part; after a few times you hardly notice, you know? Then this guy comes along, just before dawn, and tries this Good Samaritan crap on me. He was thirty something and smelled like a car engine. He looked tired and dirty, like he hadn't showered in three days. He's eyeing me up like a piece of meat. I'm used to it. I should be fair; he could have been genuinely concerned, but I never take something like that for granted. He asked if I was all right, and I told him, "Does it fucking look like I'm all right?" He said something about being a nice guy and wanting to help. Hell, I don't trust anyone anymore. I ended up following him though, hoping he would put me out of my misery. It was his apartment building I was crying in front of. "My name's Michael," he told me as he let me into his apartment. I didn't believe him at first. Nobody gives their real names around this town, nobody. I checked his mailbox later on; he was telling the truth. He tried to get me to talk. I just didn't feel like it at first. He had this beautiful porcelain doll that looked a lot like I did when I was a kid. It had long brown hair, big brown eyes, and a chubby little face. I guess I was getting a little too close to it; he seemed to get really nervous as I admired it. I asked him what a grown man was doing with a doll and he told me it was his daughters. He seemed a little choked up about it, so I tried to say something nice about the situation and let it drop. I hate awkward situations like that. The man must have been lonely. He was talking about everything, practically telling me his life story. He babbled on for a good half hour about his ex-wife and what a bitch she was after the kid died. I figured he was trying to open me up using reverse psychology. I quickly got tired of the game and offered to tell him. I asked, "Okay, do you really want to know what happened to me?" He said, "Yes, I would really like to know what happened to you." So I told him a little bit about my abusive boyfriend and he became angry, acting like he was going to do something about it. He even fucking offers to have a few of his friends find this guy to beat the shit out of him. I told him not to bother; he isn't worth it. Then he made me breakfast. I began to notice just how many empty beer cans he has laying around. He had a little bag over flowing with Budweiser, Bush, and Coors Light beer cans. It was disgusting. I should have guessed he was a drunk; the first thing he pulled out of the fridge was a beer. He made me breakfast; oh, I don't mean just a bowl of cereal and a glass of OJ, he makes me eggs, bacon, hash browns, pancakes, sausage, toast, a bagel with cream cheese, a bowl of cereal, half a grapefruit, a glass of orange juice and a glass of milk. This man goes all out, and I was quite impressed. He didn't burn a single thing, and made all this stuff up at once. He said he used to be a chef; I say he still is. I couldn't finish it all, but he understood and finished it up for me. I could always tell when a man hadn't had sex for a long time; they always seemed nervous to me, tense and insecure. This man had definitely gone a long time without, I could tell. Now, I don't want you to think I'm slut. I really hate that word, "slut"; it's what my father used to call me when he beat me, usually if I came home five minutes late. I'm not a slut, but it wasn't like it would matter if I was going to kill myself and the guy seemed really lonely and he was being really nice, so, I mercy fucked him. Funny thing is, he acted like he didn't want it. I asked him if it was because I wasn't attractive enough, and he said to me "No, it isn't that at all. I just don't want you to think I'm using you." No wonder he hasn't had it in a while, he's a fucking boy scout. At first we just took a shower together. He rubbed my shoulders and massaged my back, insisting that he hand-wash me. It was kind of boring having his hands fumble all over me like that, but the massage was nice. Then I washed him. Just as I was finishing, I knelt down to suck on his cock and he stopped me. I was surprised. All he said was "Not yet." I was thinking, 'For Christ's sake, he won't even let me give him a blowjob!' I didn't feel dejected; it was just the first time anybody had turned down one of my blowjobs, that's all. He dried me off and then had me crawl in bed with him. He was, uh, sizeable. Not large enough to rip me a new orifice, but large enough to fill me, you know? He did this kissing thing, like they do in some porn movies, where the guy starts at the neck and works his way down. He did that. It had been like five days since I had sex, so what ever he would have done would have felt nice. I usually don't go that long without, you know? He was pretty good, uh, going down on me. Not really what I would expect from a working slob, you know. He was okay. It was a good thing he gave decent head because he didn't know shit about fucking. He was being slow, gentle, and I really don't need that type of shit, you know? If you are going to fuck me, fuck me already. I want him to make me scream. The cuddling was nice, though. I finished first, which was weird for me. I never finish first. Just weird. So I gave him that blowjob I was going to give him in the shower and then we cuddled for a long time, just talking. He made me feel really relaxed and safe. I don't know what the hell that's supposed to mean, but that's what I felt. It was like I was in one of those damn romance novels all the sudden, but instead of this large-chest hunk of meat, I had this old man with a beer belly. But we snuggled and talked a while about, you know, nice things. I woke before he did and left. I didn't feel right being there. I wrote him this weird letter about how I felt and what had happened; I've never acted like that before. I don't know what came over me. I even wrote a few things that wish I hadn't; I signed it with my real name. I'm just really confused, which is good, I guess. I'm no longer so sure that I want to die. Author's Note: Votes and Feedback are my creative life-blood. Please keep my juices flowing. Angel of Mercy I am sitting on the edge of your bed, I came as soon as I got your e-mail that you didn't feel well. So I decide to make arrangements for you to get the day off with your manager. I made time to nurse you back to good health. Right now, I am dressed in a nurse's uniform with a stethoscope around my neck, fiddling with it absent-mindedly. What I am really watching is you. You are sleeping before me, hmmm the wonderful length of you and I watch it appreciatively. I do not want to wake you up yet--you need your sleep. You mumble something about your job and turn over so you are face up. I almost cry as your morning wood shows wonderfully. I cannot stop myself as I reach under the covers, not disturbing you. I lay silently between your spread legs, stroking him gently with my soft hands. He gets even harder and you mumble something above me, I smile. When he is real instead of a natural response, I take him in my mouth. Circling the tip with my tongue--knowing how you love it. I suck on him gently, licking and sucking his length the whole time. I am so into it--I do not hear your breathing change. I do feel you raise your head, looking at the bump under the covers that is me and surrender to the feeling and happiness I am creating, thumping your head back down on the pillow. I smile around you, knowing you are awake now. I feel your hands on my blanketed head, pushing me further onto him, making me take him deeper and faster. I take you from my mouth, licking him again, all along the length, spreading out my tongue, making you feel every inch. You shudder when my tongue leaves his velvety softness, so I put him in my warm wet mouth and start my sweet rhythm for you. I work him into my throat; harder and faster, just wanting to taste your come as the first thing this morning. You hold me tighter, pushing me further, crying happily as the orgasm rips through you as your first feeling of the morning. I suck him dry, pushing the come from him with my tongue, wanting every glorious drop for my own. You breath hard up above me and begin to normalize. I notice this is a good thing; you do not seem to have any breathing problems that would indicate sickness. I am still sucking him softly, making your orgasm keep you twitching. You pull back the sheets and reveal me with a gasp; I was not expecting that. You see me laying between your legs, my short skirt hitched up, revealing white nylons, garters and the very bottom of the roundness of my ass. My hair is tousled from the sheet's movement and my efforts. I stare up at you: caught. You smile down at me, planning on how to punish the Cock-Sucking Angel in your bed. I sit up quickly, smoothing down my skirt and you see a tiny wet spot where I was laying. Smiling, you know where to start. I tell you that I got the day off for you and that I am here to help in your relaxation and betterment. You smile and think to yourself, I bet you are. I would not get any rest today, but its better that way. You take me in your arms, kissing me deeply. Your hand squeezes my breast and you pulled back, slightly confused. It feels like, you think as you unbutton the top of my uniform. You smile again, loving my surprises. I am wearing the barest of bras for you. Not even a cup and my breasts are only clothed a tiny bit, the rest is bare and so inviting to you. You bend your head down and nuzzle one, admiring the soft brownish pink color and its resulting hardness. You softly, gently put it in your mouth. You have been wanting this--ever since you saw me sprawled between your legs. You suck it wantoning, making me cry as you take in as much as your mouth can take, which is only about a quarter of it. I push more to you, wanting more. You smile around my excited nipple, teasing me more, not wanting to give it to me all at once. I am being punished here. I cannot take much more as I pull my nipple away from you and push you back in bed, mumbling something about your needing your bed rest. I climb on top of you, shimming up to your chest and sitting there lightly. Noting you can take the pressure, I figure your lungs must be very healthy. Before I can stop you, you raise my skirt up to admire my hosiery and garters, oh how you smile! I am laid bare for you to see, tempting wetness and everything. You move quickly under my legs and smother yourself in my pussy. I am so wet and turned on--I cannot stop you as you thrust your tongue in me. I cry hard in surprise. You flick my clit back and forth endlessly, tasting my river. As I am coming, for I was really almost there anyway, you dive deep into me, wanting my cream. You wriggle your tongue inside of me, just as I come onto it, crying for you. Pulling out and cleaning up, you sit me back on your chest. You smile a false apology as you say you could not help yourself. I lean over and kiss you passionately. Your hand snakes to my breast and toys there. I pull away and move down your torso, meeting his hardness and taking time to rub my wetness all over him. I do not put him in, just drown him in me. I love it and have him rub my clit, making me shiver. When your eyes are pleading for me to please, oh god, please woman!! I slam myself on him, making us both cry in surprise. You take over by grabbing my hips and guiding my movements, you want my tight warmth so badly.... Pulling him out, only to push him in again at full throttle. I cry every damned time in reaction. You are loving it, you grab my ass and spread the cheeks apart--allowing yourself more access to me. I love each wonderful stroke! You continue until you have no earthly choice but to come inside of me, arching my back, making my head tilt back, scream your name HARD. I come seconds after you; our juices mingling and overflowing making their way outside of me. As I am still coming, you pull out and quickly snake under me, lifting my skirt and sucking me all clean, prolonging my orgasm until I beg you to stop, you don't but you do five seconds later. I crash next to you in your bed, you smile at me; a sweating, shiny angel of mercy, you think. You reach your hand to stroke my long hair, lovingly. This relaxes me and soon I am asleep. You get up and make breakfast, knowing exactly how to wake me up. ;) Angel of Mercy Operating room greens had become the standard dress for ninety percent of the hospital's staff. Nurses, porters and even the housekeeping staff had opted to wear the easy to care for scrubs. The only problem was without closely scrutinizing their photo I.D.s it was impossible to tell their position. None of the patients suspected Vicki was part of the housekeeping staff. Even in her loose fitting green scrubs the tall blonde was too sophisticated looking to be merely a cleaner. With her hair done perfectly up and her makeup meticulously applied she had the air of register nurse. The thirty-six-year-old mother was accustom to being mistaken for a nurse and if conditions permitted she would sometimes go along with the mistake. Often upon entering a patient's room she would receive request for a nurse's service or more. Several times she had "assisted" bedridden guys to urinate, lovingly holding their cocks while they emptied their bladders into the urinal always stroking it before putting it away. If it was during the night shift and no one was around she might even take him in her mouth and suck his sperm out of his throbbing cock. Long-term patients were always on to lookout for the generous Florence Nightingale. If they saw her on the ward they would try to get her attention. Charlie Beasley had been in the hospital for over two weeks. The fifty-six-year-old businessman was recovering from a bout of meningitis and occupied a private room in ward Seven East. Beasley's room had become a favorite stop for the attractive housekeeper. Vicki has started as usual by sucking Beasley's cock and after giving him head a few times decided she would fuck him. It was four in the morning when Vicki slipped into Beasley's room. The ward nurses were gathered in the nurses' station on a break and exchanging gossip. The only sound in the dimly light room was Beasley's heavy breathing as he slept. Vicki had removed her underwear when she changed into her scrubs so when she slipped off the pants she was naked from the waist down. Carefully she climbed onto Beasley's bed straddling him. Beasley stirred and Vicki clamped her hand over his mouth. "Shhhhh!" she whispered to the startled patient. Beasley smiled seeing the attractive woman on top of him and Vicki removed her hand from his mouth. "We're going to fuck." she informed Beasley. Vicki could feel Beasley's erection pressed against her pussy through his pajama bottoms. Reaching down she freed his cock from the pajamas and guided the head to her waiting opening. Lowering herself Beasley's hard cock slid into her. Vicki loved the feeling of a stranger's cock in her, robbing some wife of her husband's sperm. Slowly she rose and fell on his cock. Beasley's hands went up under her top and were pleasantly surprised to find her bare breasted. His hands cupped her large mounds and gently squeezed them. "Suck them!" Vicki moaned. Beasley lifted the green scrubs exposing Vicki's naked tits. She bent forward lowering her delicious pink nipples to his mouth. Beasley swallowed her left nipple whilst still grasping both her tits. Vicki's ass was no going up and down like a wild pile driver, slamming Beasley's cock far up into her hungry cunt. She knew Beasley having been in hospital so long would have a mega-load of cum stored up for her. She wanted his to blow his load into her. Beasley had a nice size cock that fit Vicki's pussy perfectly. She had tried younger guys in the past but they tended to come to quickly leaving her unsatisfied. She had even mounted a black guy one time but his cock had been huge and her pussy ached for days after. Vicki's husband Rick was always excited when she got home from a shift and told him some guy had cum in her. Rick would head right downtown and slurp her pussy in hopes of getting a taste of her lover. Of course word of the mysterious "fucking nurse" spread from patient to patient so each nigh Vicki was on duty was like a lottery for hopeful patients awaiting a visit from the phantom nymphomaniac. Guys would go to sleep pulling their pricks and dreaming about a nocturnal visit from the nurse who loved cock. Vicki seldom fucked the same patient more than one time. She would suck their cocks a few times and then screw them if she liked the feel of their cock. Swallowing their cum was not a problem but having her pussy flooded with sperm posed a danger of pregnancy. It was only during her "safe" periods she wandered the halls without underwear. Unbeknownst to her husband Vicki did have a lover on staff at the hospital. Lloyd Jackson was a slender twenty-two-year old black porter, single and dating a pretty white nurse. What Jackson lacked in stature he made up for in cock size. The young black had a ten-inch cock that brought immeasurable joy to Vicki many times in the linen supply room. Bent over against the wall with her pants down around her ankles Jackson for drive his big black schlong into her from behind while gripping her tits. Vicki had a difficult time restraining herself from crying out her orgasm for others to hear. Vicki always allowed Jackson to come in her planning to tell her husband she had miscalculated if she became pregnant. She fancied the idea of having Jackson's baby and she knew her husband would support it. She fucked Jackson every chance she got with carefree abandonment. Then there was old Bill McIntyre the guy who worked in the furnace room. Bill was a quiet guy less than two years away from retiring. The furnace room was a place Vicki liked to hide and get away from the hustle bustle of the hospital. Tucked away in the bowels of the building few people even knew it was there. McIntyre had the furnace room set up like a home-away-from-home. A desk where he filled in his reports and an old couch salvaged from a refurnished lounge somewhere in the hospital. A large picture of a naked Pam Anderson hung on the wall behind his desk. Vicki enjoyed fucking in the solitude of the furnace room. Usually it was McIntyre who scratched Vicki's insatiable itch but at times Ed Wass, one of the electricians, would join them. The threesome would cram as much sex into the short time available as they could. Vicki would suck both cocks, ram them into her always-hungry pussy and give them her ass. Vicki knew she was in trouble, why else would the Director of Personnel have sent for her? Sitting outside Lawrence Gooding's office she nervously went through the possibilities in her mind. "Mr. Gooding will see you now." the prudish secretary announced opening the door into Gooding's office. Wearing her work scrubs Vicki entered the office and heard the door close behind her. Lawrence Gooding was an older man who had been head of personnel since Christ was a cowboy. His thinning red hair was turning gray at the temples and his antiquated spectacles added years to his face. "Sit down Vicki." Gooding greeted her. Vicki took a seat opposite Gooding's desk. "I've heard rumors about your extra-curricular activities." Gooding said. "Oh god, he knows about me fucking everybody!" she thought. "Apparently you like hanging out in the furnace room?" Gooding stated. "Sometimes I spend my breaks there." Vicki said defensively. "How would you like a break in my office?" Gooding said standing and unfastening his zipper. Before her very eyes Gooding pulled out his erect cock. "You like sucking these I hear?" he said brandishing his erection at her. "I enjoy sucking a nice cock." Vicki joined in his game. Vicki got up and went over to where Gooding stood and was about to kneel down before him. "Take your clothes off." Gooding ordered. Vicki was uneasy, being naked in the Director's office with his secretary just outside the door? She tugged the loose-fitting top off over her head and slid the bottoms down over her hips and was naked. She knelt in front of Gooding and took his hardon into her hand. Deliberately she opened her lips and directed him into her waiting mouth. Gooding moaned as Vicki's lips sealed around his shaft and her tongue took over his cock. Gently her warm, moist tongue painted his shaft, sliding up the underside and swirling over the head before returning to the base along the top. Vicki's tongue mapped every bulging vein and pleasure-giving bump in Gooding's hard fuck-stick. When the cockhead touched the back of her mouth she inhaled deeply forming a warm haven around the old guy's cock. Twisting her head she guided him into her throat and felt his enter her esophagus. Vicki's lips were pressed against pubic hair and Gooding's scrotum as she swallowed his entire cock. Opening her lips she allowed him to skull-fuck her. Gooding gripped the back of her head as his cock flew in and out of her throat in frenzy. Vicki knew the old bastard was about to shoot a volley of his snot down her throat as her one hand gently squeezed his ball sack whilst she stuck her finger in his asshole. She triggered Gooding's climax, long strings of spunk fired into her gullet and began sliding down into her stomach. "Aaaaaaagh!" Gooding groaned as he emptied his balls into the housekeeper's mouth. Vicki feared his secretary would hear him and come rushing in to see what was wrong. Nothing happened as she consumed Gooding's sperm. Vicki's work schedule was amended for her to provide her services as required. She was available two shifts per week for Gooding's pleasure as well as three others for the boys on the maintenance shaft. She still volunteered to do some night shifts so she could wander the wards looking for patients in need of her services. Angel of Mercy It was night; I remember the rain as it beat against the windshield of my car. Too fast for the wipers to keep up with. I remember too, the dark shadow off one side of the road; only it wasn't really a shadow, but another truck that had overturned, too late to do anything. And I remember sirens, lots and lots of sirens in the distance, then closer, much, much closer. "You're awake!" I heard her voice saying to me. Yet my eyes wouldn't focus clearly. Bright lights, "too bright" I thought. "Where am I?" My voice sounded strange, distant, much like the weird dream I'd been having. "Mercy Hospital". The female voice spoke, saying. "You've been in and out of consciousness for nearly a week now." I remembered the lights, bright white lights as they passed above me, the feeling of movement.... excruciating pain. "What, what happened?" I asked "You were involved in an automobile accident, it's amazing you survived." My eyes were adjusting to the light, but the figure standing off to one side of the bed I was lying in, was in white too. It was hard to distinguish her from the harsh lighting coming in through the window of the room. As I lay there looking at her, she appeared much like an Angel having descended from the heavens above. "Oh God! Bruce!" I exclaimed trying without success to raise myself up. Surprised when nothing worked, even more surprised to find myself suspended within the bed, both arms, legs completely covered in casts. I wasn't going anywhere. "He's fine." The voice said. "You've been speaking his name over and over. For a while, we thought someone else had been with you, but no one else was found at the crash scene except for you. Even the truck you crashed into had already been abandoned, so that no one else was hurt at least. Eventually we figured out that you were talking about your dog." "Where is he?" I heard a soft laugh, it sounded wonderful. The face it had come from was still distorted, still out of focus as I strained to see more clearly. "He's with me." When I found out he was home all alone with no one to take care of him, I went to get him for you. I love dogs, always wanted to have one but never had the time to devote to owning one." "Thank you." I said relaxing considerably. "By the way, what is your name anyway?" "Angel." She said. Which didn't surprise me for some reason. "I'm...." "Jeffery Collins", she said smiling. "Yes, we learned that much after the accident. No family?" "Call me Jeff." I told her. "No, no one. I live alone, no brothers or sisters, no wife, no family, only Bruce." Looking up I could see her checking my I.V. bottle; she made some notes on a chart she was carrying. My eyes had cleared. She was beautiful, breath- takingly gorgeous in fact. "Well, you're certainly going to be with us a while." She told me. "You broke both your arms, as well as your legs, and one or two ribs, which barely missed puncturing a lung. Like I said, you were damn lucky." I made a feeble attempt to move, suspended as I was, feeling quite helpless. "I wouldn't exactly call this lucky!" I exclaimed. "Oh...I would. You have no idea Jeff, how close you came to dying." Angel spoke in the sweetest sounding voice I had ever heard before. "But the good news is, you're going to be fine. You're already well on the mend, and with some physical therapy once those bones have had a chance to heal, you'll be up and about in no time." "Again, thank you." I told her. "And for taking care of Bruce for me." "My pleasure. Now, get some rest. I'll be back in a while to check on you." I watched as Angel closed the blinds to my room making it considerably darker. "Get some sleep." She said. I closed my eyes, I was tired. I felt something atop my forehead, wondering for a moment, briefly what it had been. It had felt like a kiss. "Over active imagination." I thought, drifting off to sleep even as I considered the possibility. # I was dreaming. I knew I was dreaming in fact. It didn't make it any less real however. Even in my dream, I lay suspended within the bed, helpless, unmoving...alone. I felt a small tear roll from the corner of my eye. In a weird way, it felt good, comforting. "At least I'm alive." I thought to myself. I felt the tear roll down my face. And suddenly she was there. She'd been sitting there in the darkness next to me. I felt the tip of her finger gently catch the tear before it reached the bottom of my chin. "You're ok Jeff, you're going to be ok." She reassured me. Standing up, I felt her presence more than actually seeing her because of the darkness. "Is this a dream?" I wondered. "Or am I awake?" She moved over towards the bed sitting down next to me. Once again I felt the light brush of her hand upon my forehead, I remembered the kiss then too, or what I thought had been a kiss anyway. "You're not alone Jeff." She told me softly. She continued caressing my face. The feel of her finger as it traced invisible patterns across my nose, my eyes, and finally to my lips was soothing, comforting. And surprisingly...arousing too. It was still too dark to actually make out any of her features; only the sound of her voice told me it was her. That, and her touch, that soft gentle reassuring way about her when she spoke, even when she moved. The room grew darker still, but I realized in an instant why. She had leaned over in front of me, her soft slips pressing so tenderly, so lightly against my own. It felt briefly like the wings of a butterfly as she kissed me, so light, so fleeting. And then her hand. The touch of her hand. I remembered being hooked up to a catheter, she'd told me that I think, or someone else had mentioned it perhaps. But suddenly, I wasn't. Once again I questioned this as dream or reality still unsure of which was which. It made no difference however, as I felt her hand deftly slipping beneath the hem of the hospital gown I was wearing. "Relax Jeff, let me make you feel better." Angel told me. I couldn't believe what I was feeling, what she was doing. Her hand was warm, soft. I felt it encompass my flaccid member. For a split second I was embarrassed, ashamed. There was hardly anything there for her to hold on to. Slowly I grew however as she continued stroking me, petting me, whispering into my ear. "I want you to feel good Jeff, I want you to relax, and know that someone cares about you, that I care about you." She told me. "Oh God! Angel!" I exclaimed in surprise. I still couldn't believe this was happening, this beautiful, divine, heavenly creature was sitting here next to me on the bed, stroking my cock, teasing it to a firmness that I had all but forgotten, as to what it felt like. "Hmm, you're getting hard, much harder now." She giggled. "How long's it been Jeff?" I couldn't remember. It had been so long since I had even been with a woman. A year? Two years perhaps? It seemed more like an eternity. "I don't know." I answered honestly. "Too long." I laughed. It felt good to laugh even though it still hurt a little to do so. Angel continued to stroke me, using two hands now, alternating, teasing me, squeezing me and continually pleasuring me. "Feel good?" She whispered into the darkness. "Oh Angel...yes!" I moaned. "Really good....damn good!" I heard her laugh, that sound, that wonderful delightful sound that reminded me of soft tinkling bells for some reason. "Oh geeze!" I exclaimed through clenched teeth. Angel had lovingly pinched the head of my cock, producing when she did a pearly drop of lubrication. She used it to further stimulate the head and shaft of my prick with. "Hmm, I love doing that." She told me. "I love how slippery it is, how fun it is to play with it like this." She squeezed my cock again, another droplet of pre-cum oozed from the tip of my prick. Swiftly, she captured it; only this time I sensed her lifting it to her mouth, sucking her finger as she did. "Ahh, yes. Sweet." She stated. "Very, very sweet." I began to realize my pleasure was building. If she continued this much longer, I'd be spending myself everywhere. "Angel....Angel." I said trying to get her attention. I felt her leaning over, felt her moist soft lips surrounding my prick, felt her drawing it fully into her mouth. "Oh Angel!" I moaned. "Angel, Angel...Angel!" I felt the delicious, extremely intense explosion as my orgasm began. Suspended as I was, it felt like I was floating in space. Every nerve ending, every sensation that I possessed converged within the shaft of my prick as I spurted geysers of pleasured cum-cream deep inside her mouth. Angel continued sucking, drinking my nectar, drawing it like a vacuum from me until I was drained, exhausted...complete. "Sleep Jeff, sleep." She told me. "Don't worry...I won't leave you, I'll be right here." I returned to the dream. Sleep came to me then, but I still wondered, "Had I not been sleeping, dreaming anyway?" # I woke. It was night, but not the same night. The blinds to my window were open. Outside, the moon was full, glowing brightly in the night sky. The incandescent light filtered through the window of my room casting soft shadows against the wall and across the chair next to it. Looking over I saw her sitting there, smiling. "Your awake." I heard as well as saw the smile on her face and in her tone of voice. "You had us worried there for a bit." She told me. "We nearly lost you again." "How long?" I asked, knowing I had been asleep, closer to ever lasting sleep than I had wanted to be. "Two days, but you're growing stronger, getting better now. I think the worst has passed." She told me. I watched as Angel stood up from the chair. Watched as she removed her cap, unpinning her hair. It was long, dark, falling well below her shoulders. "Time for your medicine." She told me. Angel crossed over to the window; I thought at first she was about to close it. "No please, don't! Leave it open." I begged. "So I can see you." I thought she was reaching to close the blinds, but she turned. Her hands were at the top of the uniformed blouse she was wearing. I watched as she slowly unbuttoned it, eventually peeling it away so that she stood only in her bra, skirt and white nylon stockings. "I think I like this medicine." I told her. Angel unzipped her skirt stepping out of it. I had assumed she'd be wearing pantyhose, surprised when she revealed her white laced topped stockings, held up by a sexy, frilly garter instead. She wore no panties that I could see, and her dark neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair was framed perfectly by the bold white lace surrounding it. "Angel....you're beautiful!" I exclaimed from my bed, wishing more than ever that I could move in order to go to her. Gratefully however, she came to me. "You like?" She said as she came over to sit on the edge of my bed. "I like...a lot!" I didn't think it was possible, but Angel looked even more radiant that I remembered. Reaching around behind her, she undid the clasp on her bra. I watched as it partially fell away from her breasts, the full soft upper slopes suddenly revealed. "I wish I could touch you." I told her. Once again frustrated as I "willed" my secured hands and arms to move, neither of which did. Helplessly I continued to dangle there in my prison. "You can." She told me. "How?" "With your lips." Angel allowed her brassier to fall the rest of the way down her arms. She dropped it carelessly to the floor revealing her magnificent charms, two perfect identical spheres. Her breasts were firm, full...teardrop shaped, looking almost elegant, certainly provocative as she sat there on the edge of my bed. Placing her hand around one of them, she leaned over towards me. I felt the tickle of her hard protruding nipple as she placed it gingerly against my lips. "Suck it." I drew that taut nubbin of flesh into my mouth, rolling the hard little bud with the tip of my tongue as I sucked it, sucked it with a desire that burned within me, sucked it with the need to pleasure her, somehow show her what she meant to me. And more importantly, giving me the determination to escape the bonds that held me. After a few pleasured moments of licking each one of her nipples, kissing and nipping at the fleshy softness of each breast, she stood. Fearful that she would dress now and leave, I nearly spoke, begging her not too. To my relief, I watched instead as she stood, clasping one of her breasts, toying with the nipple, fondling and caressing her pliant breast. With the other hand, she inched it down between her legs where she casually began toying with her self. Angel spread her legs slightly, I heard her soft moan, watched the movement of her hand as she began frigging herself, enjoying it as she did, knowing however that she was doing so for my benefit. "Oh Angel...Angel. I want to see you come. I want to hear you come. Will you...do that for me?" I asked. Without speaking, she merely rolled her head back against her shoulders. Continuing to massage her breasts, which she now began to include, pinching her nipples, I watched as her fingers began to quicken the pace, stroking her most inner self. The sounds of her liquid pleasure as her pussy began to flow, became frothy, sensual. I could hear her fingers as they played inside her pussy, imagined my own doing the same things to her that hers were. "Jeff, imagine yourself doing this to me...imagine what it will feel like when you finally do." She stated, "Remember that...remember this!" Her cry of ecstasy was beyond anything I had ever heard before. For a moment I worried that someone outside of the room would hear her, glancing quickly through the semi-darkness towards the door. I heard nothing however, only the continued pleasure that she gave herself, climaxing in waves, hearing her shudders, sensing her joy. It took several long moments for her to compose herself, when she did she once again sat down on the edge of the bed beside me. "And now, time for your pleasure." Her hand once again lifted the hem of my gown, only this time I was hard when she touched me. "Better! Much, much better!" She exclaimed gleefully. "Nice to see you up and about, so to speak." She teased. And then with her hands, her lips, her tongue...she teased me again. Stroking my penis, she mouthed the head of my prick, taking small little nips at the sensitive flesh. "Going to come hard for me?" She asked. Her hands began kneading my balls, massaging them perfectly as the up and down stroking motion upon my prick tightened them in obvious anticipation. "Oh yes...yes. Real hard!" I replied. "Then fill my mouth with your cum Jeff, let me feel and taste your pleasure." Moments later as her hand milked me, I began doing just that. As my prick erupted like a volcano, the hot molten lava poured forth from the tip of my cock, disappearing into the welcoming calm sea of her throat. # I again dreamed. In my dreams Angel came to me, meeting me in fields of lazily waving purple and blue flowers. The warmth of the sunshine bathed me in its sensual caress. As I stood there in the meadow, she floated towards me as though riding atop a cloud. We embraced, my arms finally free of their restraints, my legs strong, firm beneath me. Holding her in my arms was the most intense pleasure I had ever known. Simply being with her, touching her, was as erotic as our secret, naughty moments together there inside my room. "Make love to me." I heard her whispering. "Be with me, be inside of me where I can know you in the only way that two people really can." She said. Pulling me down to the soft bed of flowers below us. I slipped into her as easily as sliding in between clean sheets. She was crisp, new...exciting. Angel engulfed me entirely, all at once. As my prick slid inside that tight moist sheath, I felt a sense of healing, renewal. We began to move together in perfect harmony. My slow forward thrusts were met with tantalizing warm, wet; welcoming's of her hips as they rose to meet me. "Live! Live inside of me Jeff, feel my spirit, taste my soul...cum with me!' # The room was dark, darker than usual. I felt her presence, felt the slight pressure of her lips surrounding my penis, felt the ejaculation already filling her mouth as I came. And I could smell the scent of wildflowers in the air. # The sound of voices filled my ears. I knew the lights were bright behind my closed eyelids. I considered opening my eyes, refraining from doing so as I feared the light, feared the brightness coupled by the unfamiliar sounds I was hearing. Conversations, disjointed, fading in and out often reminding me of humming bees as I lay there listening to them. I wished only for the comfort of the darkness, praying in a sense to my Angel, my guardian Angel as I came to think upon her. The night was comforting, soothing, just as she was. The day became a nightmare, panic seized me, and I withdrew seeking the silence that waited for me in the depth well beneath the surface of the light. Anxiously I waited for her shift to begin, hiding in my corner of consciousness until the sound of her voice, or the mere presence of her being there alerted me that it was safe to come out. "Jeff? Jeff? You awake? I brought someone to see you." I heard Angel telling me. I fought through the haze, swimming up from the depths of despair, opened my eyes. Thankfully the room was dim, nightfall approached. Angel stood in her nurses uniform at the foot of my bed; she was holding a leash in her hand. "I think someone's missed you." She said smiling. I heard Bruce's familiar waffling chuff, pulling against the leash, he half-dragged Angel towards the side of the bed where he then pounced up, standing on hind legs, paws on the bed. Almost immediately he began lathering my face in anxious greeting. "I missed you too boy!" I told him, allowing him his doggy pleasures. A twinge of sadness crossed my mind as I wished I could reach out, ruffle his fur and give him a scratch behind the ears as he so enjoyed receiving from me. "How'd you get him in here anyway?" I asked. "Ve have our vays!" Angel said in a horrible German accent. "God, he looks great!" I said. Bruce was a fairly large golden retriever. His coat looked better than I remembered it looking, he was strong, healthy, and obviously excited to see me, as it took a little exertion on Angels part to finally pull him off the bed down onto the floor. "I told you I'd take care of him for you Jeff. And a promise is a promise." I watched as Bruce obediently walked over, sitting down beside her nuzzling Angel's hand. "Well you've certainly become fast friends. He normally isn't like that with strangers." I'd observed. "Well don't worry Jeff, he'll be waiting for you. Now, you get some rest. I'm going to take Bruce home, but I promise I'll be back later this evening. Get some rest now...because I think you're going to need it." Angel winked; the look on her face spoke volumes. "I will." I said grinning at her. "See ya boy!" I added calling out to Bruce. "You take care of my Angel for me boy." I watched as Angel walked Bruce towards the door, already drifting off to sleep before they had even left the room. I heard one last soft waffle from Bruce as they left. He was in good hands. # Something was different. I felt different. There was more pressure on my back for one thing, a sense of firmness. I opened my eyes, the room again dark but the blinds were open. I realized almost immediately I was no longer suspended in air. I felt some sort of support against my back, "a brace perhaps" I thought. But my arms, legs though still heavily cast, lay unsupported against the softness of the bed. "Surprise." "Angel!" I greeted her happily. "What's going on? When did they do this?" I asked her feeling confused. "Just before I came on." She told me. "You're doing better Jeff, much better. But you've still got a little ways to go." She'd been sitting next to me in the chair as she usually did during the evening, waiting for me to wake up. "Feel like a little therapy?" She asked seductively. Angel of Mercy "Are you kidding? More than..." Her laugh was contagious, and I laughed with her, feeling a giddiness overtake me, filling me with longing for her. Angel stood. I watched as she slowly began removing her clothing, folding them neatly within the chair as she removed each piece. Naked, she moved towards the bed. Carefully straddling me now, she leaned forward allowing me access to one of her sweet succulent nipples. Feeling the teat brush my lips, I lunged at it like a hungry babe, missing, it, lunging again until finally capturing her hard firm nipple between my lips. Sucking madly, I felt my erection stiffen, felt her hand slowly guiding me towards the opening of her sex. Angel began rubbing herself with my prick. The furrow of her slit kissed the head of my cock as she drew it up and then down in a lusty, exploratory way. "Do you want to feel it inside me Jeff?" She asked. "Yes! Yes! Of course I do!" I panted breathlessly. "Then promise me something...." "What?" "Promise me, in the morning, you won't hide from the light." "Ok, I won't" I said, not fully understanding her question to me, but too inflamed with desire for her now to sit there arguing about it either. With her hand, I felt her slowly ease it inside that satin-slick wonder. Felt her flesh devouring mine as I slid ever so slowly, ever so gently inside. "Oh Angel, Angel...don't tease me, I need you!" I begged unabashedly. "Just remember Jeff, in the morning." "In the morning." I replied, too lost in the ecstasy of her quim as it wrapped itself so lovingly around my prick, drawing so much pleasure in doing so that I would have given up my life for her had she asked for it. Her moisture seduced me, like a thousand tiny lips kissing, nipping at my penis as it slid through the silken passage of her femininity. Over and over we moved, dancing together erotically in a sea of bliss, sensations washing over me in waves as her warmth, her heat enveloped me, burning away all thoughts of helplessness, hopelessness. I felt her orgasms approach, knew it as well as I knew my own as it too began to manifest itself somewhere deep within my consciousness. Angels sudden cry of pleasure became my own. Together we soared into the night, flitting amongst the stars in a climatic explosion of unparallel pleasure, rapture and bliss. # It was morning. Once again I could hear the sounds of voices, some familiar, others not. The light behind my eyelids almost burned. I briefly thought to once again retreat into the sanctity of darkness, what I had come to know and feel as my safety, my recluse. But I recalled her words, remembering my promise to her. Fighting against the light, blinding in a way, I felt the tears stabbing painfully at my eyes as I fought to open them. Seconds later I did. Blurry...yet there was motion. My eyes slowly focused, again movement, a white uniform. "Angel?" "Oh my God! Mr. Collins! You're awake! I'll go get the doctor!" She said excitedly. "No! No! Don't! Please...wait!" I begged her. "What's....your name?" I asked "Nurse...." She paused. "Kathy," She said starting over. "My name's Kathy, I'm your day nurse." She added. "Angel. Where's Angel?" I asked. "I'm sorry...I don't know anyone here by that name." She told me. "Night nurse." I managed; my throat was parched, rough. "Water, something to drink please, water." "Let me run and get the Doctor first." She stated, bounding from the room an instant later before I could detain her further. Long moments passed, then the door to my room flew open. The doctor I assumed, along with several other nurses including Kathy came into the room along with him. "Well, well Mr. Collins. We were starting to wonder there for a while if you'd ever come out of your coma." "Coma?" I thought. "Coma? What coma?" I asked pointedly. "Yes, coma. You've been in a comma now for nearly three months." "Three? Three months!" I exclaimed. "That's impossible, days maybe...but not month's certainly not month's." I thought. "Bruce!" I near shouted, trying to sit up as I did. "Easy son...easy. Who's Bruce?" The doctor asked me. "My dog, he's my dog." I said in alarm, getting excited. I saw one of the nurses lean over whispering something to him. He nodded his head in understanding, turning to look back towards me, a sadness etched deep within his face. "I'm sorry. We didn't know. No one thought to check, and then finally a neighbor remembered something about you're having a dog. By the time the police entered your apartment, he was already dead. I'm sorry Jeff, nobody knew about him." "But that's not possible! Angel promised me she'd take care of him!" I was shouting then. Alarmed, confused...frightened. "Angel." I said once again. "Where's Angel?" I watched the Doctor turn, looking at the rest of the nurses who were standing there. "Anyone know a nurse Angel?" He asked them. "Perhaps I do." Everyone turned, as the gray-haired older nurse stepped into the room. "You know of her?" The Doctor asked. "No one else seems to recall anyone by that name." He said simply. Her eyes met mine as she began speaking. "As some of you may or may not know, this hospital was built on the very sight where a field hospital once was, back during the civil war....." Silence suddenly filled the room, as everyone turned to listen to her. "Go on." The Doctor told her. "Well, anyway, as you're all aware, there was a horrible, terrible battle here. A lot of wounded, dying men. It was said that there wasn't enough supplies left to treat the wounded, lying in pain with nothing for it, a nurse, some called her Angel they say, came to them to sit with them and be with them. Doing whatever she could to ease their suffering. They say, she came to some of them in the middle of the night...doing what she could....." She was blushing, leaving off the obvious. "Anyway, years later long after she had died, for those who had survived, they came here in remembrance of her, calling her 'Their Angel of Mercy', which is where the name for this hospital came from, 'Mercy Hospital', in memory of her. But suffice it to say, the story doesn't end there either." Taking a breath, she continued. "When I was a young, inexperienced nurse, I had a young man in my ward, horribly burned from being trapped in a fire. The fact that he hadn't died was a miracle in and of its self. No matter what we gave him, did for him, he was constantly in agonizing, excruciating pain. Then one morning, I had come in to his room to check on him, he opened his eyes, looked at me and said: "Angel, Angel...thank you, Angel. At first, I thought he was thanking me his Angel for taking care of him. But then, one of the older nurses who was working here at the time told me a similar story, about Angel, this Angel of Mercy that has been visiting here on and off during the course of the years. As for my patient? Well, he survived and eventually left to live a normal life again. His name was Phillip Peterson, whom most of you know as one of this hospitals major benefactors. So as you can see, though it's been quite a while, it's not the first time that one of the patients here has claimed to have seen her, or....been with her." She said blushing once again. As one, they all turned to face me, wonder clearly showing in everyone's eyes. "Well son, if this was indeed this 'Angel' that's been visiting you, it looks like you were in the best care possible." The Doctor said simply. And I realized then...so was my dog. Angel of Mercy Angel stood at her kitchen counter flipping through a massive amount of what was quickly appearing to be no more than junk mail. She was just about the toss the whole lot into the trash can when one envelope caught her eye. The envelope was made of an off white paper that had an unusual texture to it. On the front of the envelope, in an eloquent hand written script was Angel's name and address. Interesting, but not nearly as intriguing as what was written in the return address portion of the envelope. In the same flowing script was; Exotic Wish Foundation 1273 Dreamweaver St. Los Angeles, CA 90210 Angel flipped the envelope over and the flap was sealed with a small dollop of deep red sealing wax. Imprinted into it was the image of a unicorn rearing up on its hind legs or rampant as it was referred to in calligraphy. Angel slipped a perfectly manicured finger under the flap and popped open the envelope. She then removed the letter inside which matched the envelope all the way down to the flowing script. The letter simply read, Dear Ms. Angel, The Exotic Wish Foundation is an organization that is similar to the one that grants the wishes of terminally ill children, however we cater to extremely ill/terminal adults whose wishes are of a more erotic nature. Our organization was founded by a well known adult film actress who wishes to remain anonymous. Through her generous endowment and the continued support of many persons involved in the adult entertainment industry, the Foundation has continued to grow and in the scant five years of its existence has granted over 350 wishes. The Exotic Wish Foundation has received a request that specifically calls for your special talents. Indeed, the person making the request expressed a keen interest in having you personally fulfill the wish. If you decline to fulfill the wish we will certainly attempt to contact another person to fill it, but I'm sure the requester will be most disappointed. Please contact me at the number listed above in the letterhead between 2pm and 9 pm pacific time and I will be happy to fully explain the nature of the request and how our organization works. Sincerely, Roseanna De Laveran Angel flipped the letter over, but it was blank on the back. She dropped it on the counter and proceeded to rummage around in her frig for something to eat. She pulled out some roast turkey, a tomato, some pre-washed Romaine lettuce and the jar of mayo. She glanced at the letter lying so innocently on the black granite counter. Angel shook her head then turned to the bread box, took out a couple of slices of whole wheat bread and popped them in the toaster. She pulled a wine glass from the rack and looked through it at the afternoon light streaming in the kitchen window. It sparkled spotlessly so she sat it on the counter and poured a half glass of a new Pinot Noir she'd wanted to try. The name on the label said Lily and the wine was excellent. The bread popped up and she proceeded to assemble her sandwich. Once it was ready she sliced it in two diagonally and placed it on a plate then took a seat at the counter near the curious letter. White teeth took a bite out of the sandwich and Angel chewed thoughtfully as she contemplated the letter and what it might mean. She was more than willing to give of herself and the thought of granting someone a wish was very appealing to her. She had a sneaking suspicion as to which talent they were referring to in the letter, but one could never be sure. Slowly the sandwich disappeared and the wine followed. 'Wonderful.' She thought as she swallowed the last of the wine. 'I'll definitely have to buy some more.' Angel cleaned up the counter and placed the dishes in the washer. She picked up the letter and went into her study to sit at her desk. She lifted the phone from the receiver and dialed the long distance number. On the second ring the phone was answered by the soft husky voice of a woman with a slight Brazilian accent. "Hello, this is Roseanna De Laveran. How may I help you?" "This is Foxy Angel from Hollywood Florida. I believe you sent me a letter from the Exotic Wish Foundation and I was calling to discuss the particulars of the wish you received in reference to my...special talents." "Oh my! Ms. Angel it is so very nice of you to call! I am sure you are a very busy woman and that you would even take the time to investigate this wish further speaks so well of you!" "It's just Angel and really not a big deal at all. I give to various charities locally and around the nation, but this is the first time that anyone has approached me for this particular form of charity work. Could you take a moment and explain this wish to me?" "Certainly, certainly! We have a gentleman that is in a rather advanced stage of MS. Muscular Dystrophy you understand?" "Yes." "Well he spends a fair amount of time on the internet and is a great fan of your work. He has dreamed of succumbing to your unique charms for several years, but was unsure how to initiate such a meeting. As his disease progressed his hopes of ever meeting you, let alone working with you, dwindled to nothing." "That is so sad." "Yes it is, but there is a silver lining to this story. A male nurse that comes to his home to care for him accidentally ran across some pictures of you lying upon a printer. In the pictures you were fully clothed, but it just so happened that the nurse was also a fan of your work. The two struck up a friendship and confided in each other their interest in you." "I'm flattered to have so many loyal fans." "I have seen your pictures and I believe that their loyalties are well placed." "Why thank you Roseanna that is very sweet of you to say." "It is only the truth, but back to the wish. The nurse had heard of our organization and submitted an application on behalf of his friend. Our Board of Directors reviewed the application and instructed me to make contact with you. So here we are back at the now." "That is a very interesting tale and so sad. How could I possible say no to such a heartfelt wish?" "I was desperately hoping that you could not. Does that mean you are willing to fulfill the wish of this poor man?" "Yes, yes I will. It just so happens that I am free the last half of next week so tell me where he is and I will do all I can to make his wish come true!" "Oh Angel! I can't tell you how happy I am! He will be so thrilled! The nurse who submitted his application has not told him about it so as not to get his hopes up, but now he can give him the good news!" "No, wait. Let's make it a surprise. I have a nurse's outfit I use in my work. I'll be a guest nurse for him or maybe a helper for his friend to get me inside." "That would be an wonderful surprise! I love the idea! I am so happy to play a small part in this, I love my job!" Angel could hear the tears in her voice as Roseanna sniffled on the other end of the phone line. In quick order the plans were laid out and the time and date to fulfill the wish were finalized. Angel hung up the phone and turned on her computer. She needed to do some research to understand the disease and how it would affect her fulfilling his wish. The Set Up The day had finally arrived. Angel had to admit that she was pretty excited about the big surprise she was about to pull on one of her fans. She had received a picture of the man suffering from MS and his first name. He was a Fred, but his first name didn't do him justice. He was ruggedly handsome and not some pretty boy, but it was his eyes that sealed the deal. They spoke directly to her heart in a way that few men ever could. She supposed it was the tragedy of his disease that made them so soulful, but whatever it was she couldn't help her heart skipping a beat every time she looked into them. "Ms. Angel?" She jumped slightly at hearing her name. Looking up she saw the embodiment of the words tall dark and handsome. "Yes?" "I'm Marco, Fred's nurse, and I'm here to take you to his home." His voice was soft and gentle. "Oh, yes of course." Angel gathered up her overnight bag and stood. She was happy to notice that Marco looked her in the eye even with her in a pair of three inch pumps. "It is an honor to meet you Ms. Angel. I am a great fan of your work." He extended a hand and she took it. They only shook briefly, but she instantly noticed how warm and soft his hand was as well as the strength in his grip. "Thank you so much and please just call me Angel" "Angel." Marco said it as if he were savoring a taste of some of that fine wine she'd had the day she agreed to grant this wish. Without waiting for him to offer, she slid her hand into the crook of his arm to allow him to escort her to the car. Marco smiled broadly and took her overnight bag in his other hand as he guided her through the crowd toward the short term parking area. Once in the lot he led her to an all black RX-8. Only the wheels shined in the shadows as they picked up bits of light not blocked by the huge concrete posts. They didn't talk much on the way to the car, they simply exchanged a few pleasantries about the weather and the plane ride. Marco opened the passenger door and placed her bag on the back seat, then stood aside as she slid into the cool, soft, black leather of the front seat. In moments they were on the freeway heading toward Fred's home. "Do you need to change your clothes before we get to Fred's?" "No, I'm wearing the outfit now, this long coat does a great job of covering it up." Angel partially unbuttoned the trench coat and pulled it open far enough for Marco to not only see her outfit, but cleavage as well. Marco took the appropriate double take then attempted to concentrate on the road. "Very nice, however a real nurse wouldn't be caught dead in that let alone those shoes." Angel flashed Marco a long leg as she pulled her foot up to place it on his dash. "Too shiny?" She asked teasingly. "No, too uncomfortable to work a twelve hour shift and perhaps a bit too sexy for the average nurse." They laughed together for a moment and then the mood sobered as Marco asked, "How much do you know about a person suffering from MS?" "I went out to the internet and searched some, but there was so much information I was hoping you could tell me a little bit more about how the disease is affecting him. I know that there can be a lot of pain and I don't want to hurt him...well...not too much." "Fred can still walk, but he has to have a walker and he is predominantly numb from the waist down, so while he'll be able to feel your presence he won't be able to discern your size nor will it cause him much discomfort." "Oh. That's a shame. I so like to leave a man with that lingering emptiness after I've had him." Marco squirmed in his seat and Angel noticed out of the corner of her eye that he was sporting quite the hard on. She made a mental note of it but said nothing. "Uh...well...yes I could see where woman as...blessed as you could do that." Marco went quiet for a few seconds then continued. "Another thing, one position you should avoid is the missionary position. He cannot spread his legs without extreme pain." "That is very disappointing, I was so hoping to be able to look into his eyes while enjoying him. I love the connection that good eye contact brings to a tryst. Not to mention the fact that I find his eyes amazingly soulful." "Yes, in general I would say that Fred keeps as positive an attitude as someone struggling with MS can, but when you look into his eyes it is like looking into his tortured soul. It can be very moving." They drove on for a while in silence with only the hum of the tires on the road keeping them company. The quick thunk, thunk of an expansion joint jostled them back into conversation. "Do you have a plan to get me into the house?" "Yes Angel. I like the idea of you training to be my back up in case I am unable to make it to Fred's one day. I'm going to call him on the phone to let him know you are coming with me. At this time in the evening he is usually in his chair watching the news. I've already been there this morning and he was in good spirits, but sometimes he gets a little down in the evenings. You will be a huge surprise and great pick-me-up for him." "I would sure hope so!" "No...I mean...that...you..." Angel flashed her million dollar smile and started laughing at his obvious discomfiture. Then realizing that she was only teasing him he joined her in the joke. "We are only about ten minutes from Fred's home so it's time for me to call. Are you ready for this?" "Marco, I am ready, willing and able! You get me in the house and I'll take it from there. Only one question, where will you be through all of this?" "I will wait in the car, that way if you need me you I'll be nearby yet you and Fred will have the privacy you need to allow him to be comfortable and not self conscious." "Great. Give him the call." The Wish Fulfilled They pulled into the driveway of a rather unassuming brick ranch with a short ramp to the front door. Angel knew that the ranch layout was to eliminate as many stairs as possible. They gathered up a few things and headed into the house. Marco had a key and let them into the living room. From somewhere in the back of the home they heard Fred ask, "Marco? Is that you?" "Yes Fred and I brought my new trainee Angel along with me." "Angel? I like that name. Please bring her in here so I can meet her." Angel slipped her trench coat off and laid it across the back of a recliner. She unbuttoned the front of her short white nurses outfit an extra button and adjusted her breast for maximum cleavage. She also took a quick moment to be sure the lines on the back of her white fishnet stockings was still straight. When she turned back to Marco she saw him quickly look up to her eyes. The light was a little low so she couldn't be sure if he blushed or not, but he did seem to be a bit flustered. "Are you ready?" he asked. Angel only nodded. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she couldn't understand why. She'd had sex with any number of men so she shouldn't be nervous, so the only reason she could think of was that since she was granting Fred's wish she didn't want him to be disappointed. Marco started off through the house down a hallway that led past the dining room and kitchen to a paneled family room of sorts at the very back of the home. Along the way they heard the TV go silent which meant that Fred had either muted it or turned it off altogether and she noticed pictures of some children on the hallway walls, but they were older pictures and it was obvious that these kids were grown and out of the house. Marco entered the room to find Fred in his favorite chair which faced away from the doorway and toward a flat screen TV that hung on the wall over a gas fireplace. Both the fireplace and the TV were off. His walker was near by the chair and Marco had to walk around it to get in front of Fred to talk to him. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten your way to the family room." Fred grumbled. "No my friend, I have not forgotten the way. I only travel it at least twice a day, every day." "I thought you said your trainee was here." "She is. She is standing behind your chair. Would you like to meet her?" "Well if she is going to be taking care of me don't you think that would be prudent? And besides, I get to see enough of your ugly mug so a lovely young lady will be a nice change of pace." "You cut me to the quick! Just for that I'm going to take her back home and make you suffer through with me!" Angel could tell from their friendly banter that they had moved beyond the typical nurse/patient relationship and were actually honest friends. Marco looked at her and caught her eye and a very mischievous light was dancing in his own as he said, "Angel I'd like you to meet my ornery patient and good friend Fred." Angel stepped around the walker and came to stand beside Marco. She looked incredible. Long legs disappearing up under the hem of her short white uniform dress and her breast practically spilled from the front. Her long blonde hair hung in waves framing her pretty face and her smile lit up the room as she reached out her hand to take his. She shook his as she said in a sultry voice, "I'm so glad to finally meet you Fred. Marco has told me quite a lot about you." All Fred could do was gape at her. His jaw was working and swinging, but not a word would come out. His face went completely white, then just as quickly turned beet red. Marco began to chuckle over Angel's shoulder as he watched his friend gape like some fifth grade boy caught looking up his teacher's skirt. Angel stepped up closer to Fred straddling his legs with her own. With her free hand she pulled up the front of her dress to expose the growing bulge in her panties. She dug into the front of the panties and a quick flip of her hand freed her member. It was half hard and Fred still couldn't get words to flow from his brain down through his mouth so Angel pressed on. "I'm so glad to see that open inviting mouth of yours, because I'm very horny and have been looking forward to having you all day. Why don't you suck on me for a while to get me big and hard?" Angel dropped his hand and took her swelling prick in her fingers. She aimed it toward his mouth and with the other hand on the back of his head she pulled his mouth to her half hard womanhood. Just before his mouth reached her he resisted. Pulling back against her hand he placed one of his own on each thigh to arrest the decent of his mouth toward her cockhead. They were in a stalemate for only a few seconds, then Angel applied more pressure and his mouth continued its inevitable decent. Fred's fingers pressed into her thighs and he closed his mouth as he attempted to struggle in her grip. Angel playfully rubbed the tip along his lips applying a thin layer of pre-come lip gloss to them. She could already feel his strength fading. "It's in your best interest to just give into me Fred, because I'm going to have you. You can't resist me and deep down inside you don't want to. You only want me to take you so that you can have a clear conscious about what I'm going to do to you. And what I'm going to do is have you in every way that I want you. In any position that I want, even if it hurts you, you will give in and become mine." Angel pushed at his closed lips, feeling them part and the tip touch his teeth. He still resisted, but she could tell that he wasn't going to hold out much longer. Her cock was now hard enough she didn't need to aim it with her hand and so she let go of it to get a grip on his jaws. Angel began to apply pressure to them until they slowly started to open. She was glad she knew in advance that this was what he wanted. Otherwise she couldn't have gone through with it. It was one thing to get rough with a strong healthy man, but to take advantage of someone suffering from such a horrible debilitating disease would be something she couldn't do. Hell it was hard enough doing it even knowing it was what he wanted! "The more you resist me, the more it is going to hurt. I'm not a nice girl when I'm horny like this and as my excitement builds I get even rougher." Finally his mouth opened and her swollen member slid into its warm wet confines. Angel moaned in true pleasure as she was enveloped, after all it was a feeling she relished. Without looking in his direction she said, "Marco?" "Yes my Angel?" She smiled briefly at his turn of phrase and the hopefulness in his voice. "Thank you for delivering me such a lovely present. I'm going to fully enjoy breaking him in and teaching him to pleasure me. Your services are no longer needed. I'll call for you if anything changes." Angel of Mercy Marco hesitated. He was being dismissed, but he didn't want to leave. What he wanted to do was to drop to his knees and put his face between those fabulous butt cheeks and give her the most scorching rim job he could muster. Angel almost knew what he was thinking and wanted to take advantage of him, but this was Fred's wish and she felt that he deserved all of her attention. "Marco, you may go." She said sternly. With a heavy sigh Marco left the room and within moments she heard the front door shut behind him. Focusing her attention back on Fred who was only holding her in his mouth with his eyes closed she said, "Ok Fred, I'm going to give you a couple of rules and I expect you to follow them faithfully. Number one: I expect you to have good eye contact with me at all times." His eyes slowly opened and Angel's heart skipped a beat. It was as if he was pouring his soul into her. The connection was so intense that she wasn't sure if she could follow her own rule. "Number two: When I'm in your mouth I expect you to be sucking and moving. I like lots of action and enthusiasm from my cock suckers." He began to suck. Tentatively at first, then with ever increasing gusto as he started to bob his head up and down, but every time he got near the back of his throat he would gag a little. "Oh yesss. That's it. Mmmmmm. I just love to be in a guy's mouth. You're a pretty fast learner. Play with my balls. I really like to have my balls massaged while I'm getting head." Fred's hand moved to her sack and he began to gently rub and caress her dangling testicles. They were big and felt heavy with her come. The thought of them squirting their load into his mouth both intrigued him and scared him because he was afraid it might cause him to puke. "Now put your other hand around the base of my girl prick and work it while you suck me." Fred did as he was told and marveled at how willing he was already becoming. His initial resistance hadn't been faked. When presented with her growing member in his face he wasn't sure he wanted to go through with it. After all it is one thing to fantasize about being taken by a dominant T-Girl and a whole different thing when she standing in front of you trying to shove her cock in your mouth! Angel continued to give him positive feedback by moaning and making eager little thrusting movements with her hips. She caressed his head and pulled his mouth down onto her. The more she encouraged him the harder he worked to pleasure her. They became so caught up in the passion and lust that the issues of his disease and her being a T-Girl faded away, leaving only two people pleasuring each other. Time disappeared; a hall clock ticked, but neither one heard it. All they could hear was the rush of blood in their ears and the give and take sounds of their bodies. Finally Angel pulled back and her throbbing womanhood made a popping noise as it left his mouth. He eagerly leaned forward in an attempt to recapture her, but she stilled him with her hand. She was breathing hard as she pushed down her white silk panties and stepped out of them. She dropped them onto the table beside the chair and turned around to present her ass to him. She backed up so it was easily accessible and Fred began to shower it with wet kisses. She allowed him to kiss for a few moments then spread her cheeks with both hands. Fred was indeed a fast learner, for before she could direct him his tongue found her musky center and she felt his hot breath in her crack. He explored her gently at first. Running his tongue over the crinkled ridges of her sphincter then sliding along the taint area to suck on her swollen balls. Angel had indeed been with quite a few men, but only a couple had intuitively pleasured her the way Fred was right now. He was almost reading her mind as he pulled her raging hard on back so he could suck it for a few seconds before traveling back across the taint to work on her tight hole again. He sucked at the hole, burnishing it with his tongue, dipping inside again and again. Each time he worked deeper into her she panted harder with excitement from his attentions. She knew that he couldn't get an erection and was truly sorry, because for the first time in a long time she was willing to let a man enter her. But it was not to be, so she did the next best thing and eagerly pushed back onto his tongue as it entered her. It only took a few times and Fred took the hint. He thrust his tongue into her, pistoning it in and out as he made love to her with it. While he worked her hole he reached up between her legs a grabbed her aching rod, still wet and slippery from his mouth. The other hand was on her hip pulling her back against his lips and onto his tongue. Angel was bent forward with her hands on her knees as gasping with pleasure she had a crushing orgasm, squirting her approval of his attention onto the family room carpet in great white globs. Fred was elated. In all his years he'd never gotten so much satisfaction from pleasuring a woman. He watched as she slowly stood and turned to face him. "Mmmmmm lover, I've got to tell you not many men have made me feel that damn good!" Her thick womanly member was still hard enough to hold up the hem of her dress. Angel looked down at it and then back at Fred with a smile she said, "Look, it still wants more. Where's that bedroom?" Fred finally found his voice as he whispered, "Back into the hall, first door on the right." Angel started to unbutton her dress and slowly walk toward the hall as she said, "Come on lover. We're not finished yet. You still have some more work to do." With a mighty shove Fred heaved himself up out of the chair and grabbed his walker. Angel pulled her dress over her head and tossed her hair as she slowly walked into the hallway. She dropped the dress on the floor and now all she was wearing was her bra, stockings and high heeled shoes. She looked over her shoulder when she got to his bedroom doorway and gave him a wink as she crooked her finger giving him the come on signal. Fred almost threw the walker away to run to her, but thought better of it and instead hustled his ass to his bedroom. The room was dark, but nowhere near pitch black so Angel was still able to find her way to the bed. She sat on the edge and crossed her legs before leaning back on her hands. When Fred got in the room he stopped to clap his hands and as soon as he did a light on the nightstand popped on. What Fred saw was a vision. Here was a beautiful blonde woman in a white lacy push up bra, her chest thrust out, fishnet stockings clinging to her long legs and three inch white pumps covering delicate feet. Perhaps the best part of all was the large half hard cock lying along her legs at her crotch. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. Angel looked him in the eye and slowly licked her lips. The meaning was unmistakable. The bed was fairly high off of the floor so that Fred could slip out of bed and pretty much be standing, but luckily for Angel there was a chair beside the bed. She motioned to the chair and said, "Have a seat." Fred worked his way over to the chair and gingerly lowed himself into it. Angel stood back up and set the walker off to the side. She stepped up close to him and he dutifully looked up into her eyes. She felt that familiar tug at her heart as she told him, "You are going to start sucking me and when I've reached my full size again I'm going to bend you over your bed and shove every aching inch of me into your virgin little ass. Then once I'm fully immersed inside you I'm going to pump that tasty virginity right out of you. I'm going to take you as fully as a woman can take a man and make him her own. By making love to you like this I'm claiming you as my own and once I've had you this way you will always be mine to use whenever I want. This is a big step for you and I don't want you to miss out on the significance of this act of erotic possession." Fred looked into her eyes, strictly adhering to the first rule, and nodded his understanding. Then he added. "Angel I can think of nothing that would make me happier than to have you possess me. Anything I can do to pleasure you is all that exists in my world as long as you are nearby." "Good, now take me in your mouth and let it begin." Fred leaned forward and engulfed her. She had gone soft and her balls hung down below tip of her penis, they brushed his chin as his lips encircled the base it. He squeezed her in his hot moist mouth as he sucked on her. She had been so big before and yet now he could easily fit all of her in his mouth, but he knew that wouldn't last. Her hands were on his head and their eyes were locked on each other. Angel loved his eyes. They were pools of lust that she was drowning in and as she drifted deeper into them she began to grow. He felt her member stirring in his mouth. It started by lengthening, moving toward the back of his throat and on the way it began to swell, thicker and thicker finally reaching its destination and causing him to gag. He desperately wanted to swallow her, give her the deep throat he knew she wanted, but he could not control his gag reflex and had to pull off as she grew too big and overflowed his mouth. By now Angel was breathing hard and she gripped his head as she commanded, "Hold still." Fred did as he was told and Angel held his head steady and began to fuck his mouth. With each thrust she bounced the tip of her rod at the back of his throat causing him to gag and his eyes to water as he tried desperately to control himself. Her balls thumped his chin and his head was spinning when she finally stopped and pulled her turgid womanhood from his mouth. It was standing straight out from her crotch and glistening in the lamp light with his saliva. Angel's breasts were heaving with excitement as she reached down and grabbed him under his arms. She pulled him up to his feet and then leaned him over the edge of the bed. All he was wearing were a pair of grey sweat pants and a tee shirt so it was easy for her to strip the pants from his ass. It pleased her to see that he did not have on any underwear and so was instantly accessible for her pleasure. Angel didn't wait, hell she couldn't wait, she stepped up behind him and placing the tip of her womanhood against his quivering sphincter pressed it into him. This was where she usually had to wait for a guy to adjust to the size of her, but this was the one good thing about Fred's disease, he was mostly numb from the waist down so no adjustment time was needed. She pushed the still slippery invader into him clear up to the base and when she got there she let out a moan of satisfaction. She stayed buried in him for a few moments then leaned up close to his ear and said softly. "Can you feel me?" "Yes Angel." "Does it hurt?" "Not really, but I feel much...fuller." "The important thing is do you know who you belong to now?" There was a bit of a pause and all she could hear was his shallow breathing then he simply said. "You." Angel's breasts were pressed against his back and he could feel her warm breath on his neck. Then she began to move. She pulled back a little and pushed firmly back into him, her hips bumping against his small butt cheeks. "Very good!" She huskily, "I think it is important for you to know that I only possess men that I find attractive in some way. So while this may have all started from an interest by you of having me inside you, this is my choice. I want to do this to you. I want to use you for my pleasure. I want you." Angel began to hump him in slow erotic movements. She imagined that she moved her hips like some exotic pole dancer working a line of men along the stage in a cheap strip club. She couldn't help but smile at the image in her head, because she actually was a pole dancer, the kind that made her pole dance in the guy's ass. Fred's head was spinning with the whole experience. This morning he'd hauled his ass out of bed without a thought in the world that he would be impaled on the prick of woman he'd only drooled of on the internet. Yet here she was sawing her thick womanly cock in and out of his virgin rectum. Well not virgin any more, now it was her ass to do with as she pleased. Oh how he wished he could feel the pain of her attentions! To be taken so decisively by a woman was an experience that he wished he could be aware of to the utmost. Angel was thrusting forcibly into him with each thrust pinching him between the edge of the bed and her pounding hips. She knew that he literally couldn't escape from her in his condition. Deep in her heart she knew that most of the other men she took could escape if they chose, but Fred was hers. Completely and totally under her control and she wanted to be sure he knew it. "You know I take quite a few men and it is a combination of me applying my control and them allowing themselves to be taken that makes it work. In your case there really is nothing you could do to escape me. I am your mistress and truly stronger than you. That is a situation that I find very stimulating." Angel pulled from his sphincter and with on hand on his hip and the other by his knee she scooped him up to slide him onto the bed. She crawled up to spoon him and with an easy familiarity pushed her aching member back into the confines of his warm soft rectum. Mindful of Marco's warning that spreading his legs too much would cause extreme pain she slipped an arm around his torso and pinching his nipple slipped back into her pole dancer rhythm. She held him to her breasts and worked his ass like a passionate lover. It was more of a tender experience than the taking over the edge of the bed she'd just given him. Tears came to his eyes as she caressed his chest, kissed his shoulder and neck, then moved to nibble his ear lobe. Angel pinched his nipple hard enough to make him gasp with the intense pain and pleasure she was pouring over his body, then she pulled his head around and pressed her mouth over his. She kissed him gently at first, almost tentatively and as he returned her affectionate gesture she kissed more hungrily. Angel leaned up on her elbow over top of him and buried her tongue passionately in his sucking mouth. Fred tried not to cry, but it had been so long since a woman had shown him such affection he couldn't hold back the tears. She may be taking him, possessing him, but it was not against his will. She was strong and forceful, yet still tender and loving. Angel noticed his tears and asked, "Why are you crying?" She had asked softly, even though she had a hunch why and kissed his shoulder as she waited for the answer. "It's just that it has been so...long...since a woman, any woman, has...shown me..." Fred couldn't continue so Angel finished for him. "Shown you some love and affection?" He nodded and sniffled, but the whole time Angel kept working her hips, moving inside him. "That's a shame, because you are a nice man and I have to tell you that your eyes really send me. They are so soulful and make you look so tender, they are the reason I agreed to come here and make you mine." She continued to kiss and caress him, working them both up ever higher into the throws of ecstasy as she sawed her swollen womanhood in and out of his willing body. They were gasping and grunting, but Angel couldn't quite seem to get over the edge to an orgasm. Then it dawned on her, she wanted those eyes. "I'm almost ready to come, but I want to look into your eyes when I do." Angel slipped off of the bed and pulled him over to the edge on his back. Careful to keep his legs together she rested one of his ankles on each of her shoulders so that his knees were only inches apart and again with an easy familiarity she found her way back into his accommodating rectum. She reached down and took a nipple between the finger and thumb of each hand. Working the nipples she began to hammer his ass as she stared deeply into his eyes. There was his soul for her to see and never in her life had she ever looked into a lover's eyes and seen the unabashed surrender she saw in Fred's eyes. He was hers more completely than any man had ever given himself to her in the past. The look in his eyes was all it took to send her over the edge. "Oh my God! UH...UH...UH...You are mine! I can see it in your eyes!!" Angel exploded deep inside his bowels. She sprayed her claim in him like a vandal spray paints his name on a bridge pier. And then a very unlikely thing happened. Fred felt her deep inside him and though nothing squirted from his small flaccid penis he had an orgasm of his own. "Angel! Oh...Oh...Oh...OHOHOHOH! OHHHHH!" Tears began to stream down toward his ears as the intensity of his orgasm washed over him and then began to slowly fade into a warm afterglow. Wish Granted Angel was buttoning up her dress and a tear of her own dropped onto her wrist. Fred still lay on the bed, but now he was turned length ways instead of across it. He was still basking in the afterglow of an orgasm he'd never expected to have, but Angel was the one who was sad. Fred's hands were behind his head and he was positively beaming with joy. He looked over at Angel and saw her tear. It shocked him and he said to her. "Now why are you crying? This has been the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me, I'm so happy I'm about to burst!" "I feel so sorry for you having to live with this horrible disease that is stealing away your life." "Don't! Don't you dare feel sorry for me!" He said it a little more forcefully than he'd intended so he took a deep breath before he continued. "Please don't. Tonight you took me for yours and you did it without any regard to my condition. Because of that you set me free for at least a little while. So please don't feel sorry for me. Hell, because of this disease I've had the pleasure of being claimed by a goddess. I will always and forever remember you as my Angel of mercy." Angel sniffed and flashed her mega watt smile at him as she wiped the tear track away. "Angel of Mercy. I like that." Angel of Mercy Ronald could not remember a hotter day. Though he was accustomed to the hot summers that inevitably found their way to the Deep South, Ronald had never withstood one while standing guard over some hot tar. Ronald wiped the sweat from his brow and began pacing up and down the side of the unfinished road. Such was life on the chain gang. Ronald was grateful to have his new job as a guard for the rural prison. For a young man from the Deep South in the early 1950s it was a steady, well paying job. Like all of the other prison guards, Ronald was relatively handsome, had short brown hair and was white. This was in direct contrast to all of the prisoners that he watched over, who were generally poor, uneducated black men. Ronald felt sympathy for most of the prisoners, feeling that they had never been given a fair shake in the region. He knew that many in the area were highly racist, particularly his fellow guards, and he had no doubt that some of the black prisoners were unfairly incarcerated. This did not mean that all of the prisoners were saints, as Ronald knew from newspapers that a few had been caught in the act of committing their crimes. Always conscientious, Ronald tried his hardest to be fair to the prisoners, regardless of race or crime. Strolling along the worksite, and trying to avoid the tar fumes by covering his face with a cloth, Ronald looked at the prisoners. The black men were slowly working, some pushing the tar across the road while others cleared sections up ahead. Ronald twirled his black club as he walked. A few of the guards had rifles, the sight of which kept thoughts of fleeing from entering the minds of most prisoners. The newer guards like Ronald carried the black clubs, mainly to defend themselves if a prisoner attacked or to punish someone who talked back. Looking at the prisoners once again, Ronald did not think it was a problem. Most of the prisoners were either old, fat or young and scrawny. The prisoners who actually looked somewhat threatening physically were all chained at the ankles in order to keep them from getting any ideas. All, except for one. The biggest, proudest prisoner on the chain gang wore no chains. Ronald had been told about Luke before starting his first shift. A giant of a man at 6'6 and seemingly stronger than any man Ronald had ever seen, Luke had developed an unspoken understanding with the guards. When they initially tried to chain his ankles, the black man proved too strong for even three or four guards to overpower. No amount of beatings would dissuade him from defying the guards. Still, the guards quickly noticed the effect that he had on the other prisoners, as Luke generally kept them in line with just a hard look from his coal black eyes. Although they would never admit it, their jobs were made easier by letting Luke take charge of the other prisoners. Luke continued to defiantly work chainless, while also breaking from the others by not wearing the tattered grey shirt that had been assigned to him. The tremendous heat, both from the sun above and the tar below, seemed not to affect Luke as strongly as it did the others. He was covered in sweat, but his head remained high and his shoulders unbowed. Ronald admired the quiet way that Luke managed to exert control on the others, and hoped that he would never cross paths with that particular prisoner if he tried to escape. Ronald continued walking along the unfinished road until he heard a loud, harsh bellow. "Ronald! Got a job for y'all!" A man's voice carried down the road. Ronald hurried over to his superior. Known by the guards and prisoners alike only as The Captain, he was the chief guard for the prison and one of the more fearsome individuals Ronald had ever seen. The Captain had an impressive build, but his fearsome aura came mainly from his attire. Wearing the regular guard uniform with a large golden star over his heart, The Captain also wore a large black cowboy hat and extremely dark sunglasses that reflected everything. He intimidated everyone on the chain gang with the exception of Luke, guards included. "Yes Captain?" Ronald said, his voice cracking slightly as he spoke. "Got us a new prisoner today. Just our luck. Go over to the shack and fetch that nigger like a good boy." The Captain responded, his harsh expression never changing. Ronald rushed down the dirt path that lead to the prison camp, arriving in only a few minutes. The prisoners were kept in a long wooden shack, which had grown quite squalid over the years. Ronald entered the shack just as the prisoner was being given the rules of the prison by the warden, an old fat man referred to as Big Daddy. "So now you got it, boy? Lights out at 11, no work on the holy day, no noise and no funny business after dark. You just do as your told and we ain't gunna have no trouble." Big Daddy said in his thick southern drawl before giving the new prisoner two light slaps on the cheek. Wearing a white suit that somehow managed to contain his impressive girth, Big Daddy waddled back down the hallway toward the exit, the floorboards creaking underneath him with every step. Already in his 60s and quite heavy, Big Daddy's breathing was labored by the time he reached Ronald. "Well you must be the new guard. I expect you and I are going to get along just fine, so long as you do your job and stay away from Big Daddy's little girl!" He said with a laugh as he slapped Ronald on the back. "Yes sir, I will! I mean I won't! I mean..." Ronald stumbled with his words. "Calm down son. You just take this nigger down to the road so we get some work out of him." The old warden stated before finally leaving the shack. Always one to do as he was told, Ronald escorted the new prisoner out of the shack. They both looked back at the prisoner's new home. The decrepit shack did not look remotely like a welcoming home, particularly compared with Big Daddy's large, white plantation style manor visible in the distance behind it. After a few moments, Ronald directed the prisoner toward to the dirt path and then to the road. "What exactly is your name?" Ronald asked the new prisoner, hoping to help both of them get off to a good start at the prison camp. "Re... Re... Reggie." The prisoner studdered as he responded. He was clearly terrified to be at the prison, which Ronald completely understood. The new prisoner was a wiry young black man who Ronald guessed must have been just 18. He seemed too nervous to speak any further as they walked toward the road, so Ronald just quietly took him along. "Take that boy down to the end of the road!" The Captain hollered once they reached their destination. The prisoners looked up from their work as Ronald took the new prisoner by the arm. Most of them smirked at the young man, while a few of the old men laughed. "OOOOO you gonna get it tonight nigga!" one of the prisoners said as they walked by. "No way he lasts more than 30 seconds after dark!" another prisoner followed. "He'll be beggin for mercy before he knows it!" said yet another prisoner. Ronald looked at the young man. He was drenched with sweat and his eyes were bulging with fear. If Ronald had more experience on the job he would have told the prisoners to stop threatening one of their own, but as it was he left them alone. The new prisoner was visibly shaking, and Ronald could feel the young man's arm jerking away from him as they neared the end of the road. Before he knew it, the road erupted in noise as the new prisoner pulled away from his grasp, and a black blur moved in front of him. The new prisoner had hardly advanced 10 feet before Luke had caught him and pinned him to the ground. He sat on top of the young man, his massive black frame completely overpowering his much smaller counterpart. Luke held the runner's face to the ground with one hand. "Listen, you're gettin tested tonight. You will take the test, and you will like it." Luke said in a deep voice that almost sounded like a growl. He then released his newest roommate and stood up. The guards rushed over with a set of chains to ensure that a similar incident would not happen again. Ronald took a few deep breaths to allow his nerves to recover before he resumed walking his post. He decided that whatever the prisoners had planned for Reggie that night, he was going to look out for him. Ronald would ensure that no harm came to Reggie on his first night. A few hours passed and the afternoon sun beat down on prisoner and guard alike. Following Luke's example, Reggie settled down and got to work on the road with the other prisoners. While walking his section of the road Ronald noticed at one point that the prisoners, usually loudly talking or singing work songs to coordinate their timing, fell silent. Many of the prisoners were looking past the road and behind Ronald, with many of the old black men leaning on their tar brooms as they stopped and stared. Curious, Ronald turned his head to see what had drawn the attention of so many men. Emerging from the path like an angel from heaven was a stunningly beautiful nymphet. She wore a short, loose fitting purple dress and carried a large bucket in front of her. Soapy water sloshed out of the bucket with each step. "Who on Earth is that?" Ronald asked the guard nearest to him. "That would be Miss Mercy, Big Daddy's daughter." replied the guard. "Should she be here? How old is she?" Ronald continued, still flabbergasted by the image roughly 50 feet in front of him. "She's a tender 18 years old, and Miss Mercy is allowed to go anywhere she wants I do believe." Said that guard once again, shaking his head as he slowly walked away from Ronald. His eyes never left Mercy. Ronald was transfixed by the angel in front of him. Mercy, daughter of the warden. All thoughts of the prison camp, including the prisoners and his own boss, left Ronald's mind. Mercy was a vision of feminine beauty as she walked toward a car that one of the guards had taken to work. A 5'5 blonde with soft skin tanned by the hot sun, Mercy's dress did nothing to hide her voluptuous body. Lithe feminine legs, an ass as juicy as a Georgia peach andwith breasts as full and supple as sin, Mercy cut a figure that no man could ignore. Ronald marvelled not only at her body, but at her boldness. For any woman, better yet a tantalizingly sexy white woman, to parade like this in front of a bunch of hardened black prisoners was almost unimaginable to Ronald. His only conclusion was that Mercy knew her father ruled the prison with an iron fist and that the guards would shoot anyone who came near her. Still, it impressed Ronald that none of the prisoners so much as stirred as she sauntered in front of them. Mercy dropped the bucket in front of the car. From the bucket she pulled a large yellow sponge, soaked with water and soap suds. Mercy's body pointed toward the road, and all of the men who were toiling on it, but her face was looking at the car. She held the sponge to her chest and squeezed, a small torrent of water and soap dribbling down all over her breasts and dress. Ronald's jaw fell open as Mercy's sensuous tits glistened and the thin fabric of her purple dress clung to her body. It was quite apparent that Mercy was wearing nothing underneath. Her front soaked, Mercy began slowly circling the car, dragging her finger along it as she moved. The combination of the water dripping from her and her slippered steps left a muddy trail behind her. Mercy stopped at the side of the car's trunk, her lower body obscured from view. Slowly leaning over the trunk, Mercy began scrubbing the car in a circular motion with her sponge. Her moist tits hung below her chest, swaying with each motion of her arm. Ronald felt his pulse quicken as the warden's daughter went to work. She quickly increased the speed of her motions, causing her tits to bounce up and down rapidly. The jiggling led to a tightening in many pants along the road. Mercy then moved back toward the centre of the car, placing the sponge on top. She then began scrubbing the top of the car, although this was a struggle due to her height. Mercy pressed into the car so that she could reach, causing her soapy chest to press into the car windows. As Mercy moved her arm on top of the car her soaked tits pressed into the windows, cleaning them in her own unique way. Whenever she pressed into the car her tits would swell out to the side seductively for all to see. After a few minutes of this Mercy took a break, leaning against the wet car for a few moments. After giving the prisoners and guards a few moments to catch their breath Mercy returned to her bucket in front of the car, immersing her sponge once again. While she bent down to do this, all of the men could see the after effects of leaning against the wet car. Mercy's dress was now soaked in the back as well and clung to her curvy hips and round ass, only the area of her crack not stretching against the thin purple material. Once content that her sponge was sufficiently drenched, Mercy returned to the car. This time she would focus her attention on the front end of the car while the attention of everyone else was on her back end. Mercy walked to the hood of the car and leaned into it. In order to reach far across the hood she had to stand on her toes, which she did on one foot while spreading her other leg to the side and resting it on the car. The men viewing her were given a tremendous view of Mercy's ass as it bobbed up and down with each scrubbing motion, while the wet and clingy fabric just barely obscured her pink womanhood. An audible groan of arousal from one of the black prisoners behind him brought Ronald's mind back from its carnal wanderings. Ronald did not think it was right for Mercy to be doing this in front of all the men, particularly the prisoners. He assumed that many hadn't even seen a woman for months or years, better yet one as incredibly sexy as Mercy. Still, Ronald was convinced that the innocent creature in front of him was just blissfully ignorant. There was no way she could know the impact her little show was having. Almost seeing Mercy's pussy, the most forbidden piece of heaven he could imagine, was a greater tease than Ronald could conceive of. Mercy eventually moved off the hood of the car, her whole body now wet from her blonde hair all the way down her soft, tanned legs. She bent down by the front wheel and began rubbing her sponge up and down the hubcap, all the while sticking her ass out proudly. By this point Ronald had a full blown erection, and from a quick look around he noticed that he was certainly not the only one as the gray pants the prisoners wore struggled to contain their arousal. "She don't know what she's doin!" Exclaimed the new prisoner, Reggie, as the temptation was clearly becoming too much for him to handle. "Hell yes she do!" Stated a burly prisoner further just to the side of Ronald. "Can't wait to see that boy get his tonight! He's so soft, no way he passes the test!" An elderly prisoner stated with excitement. "That's enough. No more of this shit." Said Luke, his deep voice quieting all of the men on the road. He had hardly looked up at Mercy's show, instead continuing steadily with his work. Content with her work, Mercy finished washing the car as the men quieted down. After collecting her bucket she looked over at the men for the first time since she first burst through the path. Satisfied with her work, she gave just the hint of an almost imperceptible smile before turning around and returning whence she came. Ronald was in part relieved that Mercy had finally left, but he knew that the memory of her body as she washed the car would forever be seared into his mind. "Oooooooo-eeeeeee you are getting it tonight son!" Said yet another prisoner toward Reggie before he began cackling. Despite the protrusion in the front of his pants, Reggie looked terrified. A loud gunshot broke up any laughter that remained. It was a clear signal from the guards that everyone was to shut up and go back to work. They all had been lucky that The Captain or Big Daddy hadn't been around for what had just happened, and the guards did not feel like pushing their luck. Ronald continued walking his post. Trying to shake the image of Mercy from his mind, he focused on what the prisoners had said. Feeling some kinship with Reggie as they were both new to the prison camp, Ronald resolved that he would look out for the young prisoner. He would not allow the other prisoners to hurt him that night, no matter what plans or tests they may have been planning. That night Ronald made a point of returning to the prison camp hours after his shift had ended. He arrived at 11PM, just as the lights went out in the shack that housed the prisoners. Once it was time for lights out the prisoners were locked in the shack until morning, with only the guards and Big Daddy having keys. There was always one guard on duty through the night but they tended to keep to themselves in the guard hut, usually falling asleep unless the prisoners were particularly noisy. Ronald was convinced that whatever was going to happen to Reggie would happen after lights out, and he was going to stand guard outside and watch over him. Ronald found himself a barrel to sit on to the side of the shack. It was underneath a broken window, which enabled him to listen for any signs of trouble. While Ronald sat there looking up at the starry sky, all he could hear was the sound of prisoners betting on how Reggie would fare during the mysterious test. The consensus seemed to be that he would crack in less than a minute, with just a few betting that he would last around 90 seconds. It seemed to be a given that he would not survive whatever the test was. Ronald grew increasingly nervous as time passed and the prisoners grew more excited. Both Reggie and Luke could not be heard in the shack. After nearly half an hour, Ronald heard some loud rustling in the shack. He got off the barrel and listened, trying to figure out what had caused the commotion. Most of the talking was too fast to understand, but from what Ronald could make out the prisoners were excited because the test was soon about to begin. Ronald ascertained that something big was coming and felt himself break out in a sweat. Nervous, he began looking around the large compound. It did not take long for him to see a completely unexpected sight. A round, golden glow was slowly approaching the shack. Ronald crouched and stayed silent as it drew nearer, a slight jingling sound becoming audible as the light approached. Initially it seemed that the ball of light floated toward him in the darkness, but soon Ronald could see a sexy pair of bare legs just underneath. Ronald's mouth was ajar as Mercy was finally visible to him, her eyes fixed only on the shack. Carrying a lamp as she walked toward the shack, Mercy was wearing a short white nightgown that just barely made it down to her tender thighs. Even in the darkness Ronald could see Mercy's nipples poking against the fabric as the cool air, or possibly something else, clearly had an effect on her body. Ronald was incredibly confused as Mercy placed the lantern on the ground in front of the shack, completely unaware that she was being watched by the new guard. She fumbled with a large key ring before settling on a large golden key with a skull on the end. Mercy inserted the key into the lock that kept the black prisoners at bay and paused. Ronald was hopeful that she had come to her senses, but she used the time only to play with her hair until her blonde locks fell almost perfectly into place. Ronald wanted to stop the angelic beauty who had appeared in the darkness as a ray of light, but he could not move. Whether this was due to shock, nerves or arousal he couldn't say. After almost half a minute Mercy turned the key and slowly pushed open the creaky wooden door. Angel of Mercy Ronald's mind raced as Mercy entered the shack. He was completely unable to imagine what she could be thinking. Now fearful for the gorgeous young woman even more than he was for Reggie, Ronald quickly moved back to the barrel next to the shack. He climbed onto it and stood facing the small broken window. From that vantage point he could look down on the prisoners and their newest guest while also listening. Ronald watched as Mercy slowly walked down the centre aisle of the shack, her lantern illuminating the scene for him to see. To his great shock, the prisoners did not seem at all surprised at the appearance of the warden's scantily clad daughter. Each step Mercy took illuminated another smiling black face. "Ooooo get ready little nigga here it comes!" Ronald heard an excited voice say from inside the shack. "Fuckin get ready for this shit! I got two smokes riding on you lastin more than a minute!" Said another man. From what Ronald could tell, the broken window he was peering through was above Reggie's bed. The young black man remained silent, and Ronald assumed that he was as shocked as he himself felt. Mercy continued walking until she reached Reggie's bed, where she stopped and held the lantern out until a black arm from the next bed reached over and grabbed it. She stood there in front of Reggie, and Ronald, with one leg crossed behind the other and a small smile spreading across her face. Ronald enjoyed the view of Mercy's tremendous body in her nightgown, but found his eyes drawn to her face. He had not been able to truly appreciate her beauty when Mercy had teased him and the other men from a distance. Now, he was further awestruck. Mercy's long blonde hair fell into careless tresses that framed her beautiful face. Her eyes were such a bright blue that Ronald could clearly make out their colour, similar to pictures he had seen of water in tropical locales, even from outside. Mercy had a thin face with soft cheekbones and a small button nose. She was fixing Reggie in his bed with a long stare, and Ronald could see that the prisoner was not moving other than a slow movement along his upper thigh. Mercy grabbed her right arm with her left hand and started rubbing up and down, which caused her soft tits to push closer together and increase the size of her already ample cleavage. Ronald realized that Mercy was waiting for something when a voice finally spoke up. "All wound up Miss Mercy. We ready to time it once you start." Said the prisoner who held the lamp on his bed. Ronald looked over for a split second and saw that the man was holding a watch in hand. When he looked back to Mercy, Ronald saw her lick her pouty pink lips very slowly. Mercy then walked forward gracefully and sat down gently on the side of Reggie's bed near his left knee. "Hi, my name is Mercy. Who exactly are you?" Mercy asked the young, startled black prisoner in a sweet and airy voice. "I... I'm Reg... Reg ahhhhh" Reggie tried to say his name, but while he stuttered Mercy had placed her hand on his upper thigh. This encouraging act nearly caused Reggie to jump out of the bed. "Settle down Reggie, I'm not gonna hurt you." Mercy said sweetly once again, this time moving her hand up to Reggie's crotch. She began rubbing him as the other prisoners laughed quietly. It seemed to Ronald that they had all seen this kind of thing happen before, and knew to keep quiet so the guards would not intervene. "Good boy Reggie, just stay nice and calm. I'm sure the boys all told you about the little test, right?" Mercy continued, leaning forward and smiling at Reggie as she spoke. This gave both Reggie and Ronald a tremendous view of her cleavage, causing full blown erections in each man. The men in the shack laughed again, their eyes growing increasingly eager. "Uhhhh ahhhhh yes maam..." Reggie struggled to speak to the goddess sitting on his bed. He was now visibly erect and straining the front of his pants. "Good. Now at this little camp we believe in taking good care of our guests. Even bad boys deserve a little Mercy, don't you think?" Mercy asked as her hand moved up to the elastic of Reggie's pants. He was only able to nod his head in response, doing so faster than anyone Ronald had ever seen before. Content with his response, Mercy tugged on Reggie's pants as his throbbing cock sprung free. Reggie sighed with relief as Ronald marveled at what he saw. He estimated that Reggie's cock had to be at least 7 or 8 inches long, and it was amazing that a man so thin could have something so thick between his legs. Ronald watched as Mercy quickly grabbed the big black cock with both hands and began appraising it inch by inch with her bright blue eyes. Mercy's beaming smile clearly indicated that she approved. The warden's lovely daughter wasted no time in getting to work. The large black snake now free from its constraints, she kissed it right on the dark black head with her pretty pink lips. Mercy then began licking all along the prisoner's cock, first along the underside and then along each smooth dark side. Once it was completely coated, Mercy moved her lips back up to the head and gave it a quick lick. She then parted her lips, and Ronald saw his sweet angel take the huge black cock straight into her mouth. The room was now completely quiet except for the slurping sounds coming from Mercy's seemingly expert mouth and occasional exclamations of "Oh Lord!" from Reggie. Ronald watched as Mercy bobbed her head on Reggie's cock, taking in at least five thick inches like it was nothing. The idea that this was Mercy's first time, an idea that Ronald had wanted desperately to believe, was now too absurd to sustain. Mercy was far too skillful to be sucking a dick for only the first time. Ronald watched as Mercy moved one hand down to Reggie's balls and began tenderly toying with them, which caused his hips to buckle in an instantaneous response. With her other hand, Mercy moved her hair out of her eyes. This allowed her to stare at Reggie with those big blue eyes, which at the time conveyed the glee that Mercy was feeling at the time. Now seemingly inspired, she began sucking the big black cock deeper and at a more rapid pace, while Ronald watched the thick black flesh slide in and out of Mercy's stretched mouth. Reggie's breathing became audibly hurried as his orgasm clearly neared. Watching Mercy and feeling her warm mouth on his rod was proving to be far too much for him. Sensing that the young black man was about to blow, Mercy moved to her endgame. The next time she bobbed her head down on the black meat, Mercy didn't stop until her face pressed into Reggie's pubic mane and lower abdomen. Mercy was able to effortlessly deepthroat the big black cock, and did so rapidly. Ronald could hardly believe his eyes as Mercy continued to deepthroat the biggest cock he could remember seeing, often employing a corkscrew motion as she moved her mouth up and down his cock. After just a few corkscrews Reggie began bucking his hips wildly as he succumbed to the test. Ronald could not see exactly how much Reggie was cumming, but he knew it must have been a huge load as for a long time he kept thrusting and Mercy kept sucking with her lips holding the cock in a vice grip. The bulge in both of Mercy's thin cheeks gave Ronald a hint at just how much semen she had gotten from the new prisoner. After some time both Mercy and Reggie slowed, until eventually Mercy slowly pulled her face up, polishing every inch of black cock along the way. "Holy Mother of Mercy!" Reggie loudly exclaimed, his religious background shining through once again and causing the other prisoners to burst out in laughter. Mercy joined them, allowing a small amount of Reggie's jizz to drip onto her chin. Mercy used her finger to collect the prize she so skillfully acquired before she swallowed it happily. "I think we're off to a good start now at the camp now, Reggie. The rest of you boys, I'll be seeing y'all before too long." Mercy said with a smile. Ronald watched her pick up the lamp and walk further down the aisle, away from the door. This caught him off guard, until the lantern finally illuminated the far wall. Luke was lying in a bed some distance away from the others. It seemed that he had some extra privacy, most likely a perk for being the leader of the prisoners. His bed was parallel to the far wall, a few feet away from both the wall and the nearest bed. Unlike the other prisoners it appeared that Luke did not deem Mercy's introduction to Reggie to be a must see event. Still, Mercy was walking away from all of the other men and directly toward him. "Not bad at all boy, you lasted 104 seconds!" Said the man holding the watch. This statement caused most of the prisoners to react either positively or negatively depending on how they had wagered. Ronald hardly paid attention to them as his eyes followed Mercy as she walked to Luke. "Why did you... time it?" Reggie asked, clearly still winded and confused. "Miss Mercy likes to test us all like that. Said that if any of us could last five minutes then we could fuck her!" Stated another prisoner, an old bald man. "Has anyone ever..." Reggie continued. "No one ever got to two minutes... except for him. Be proud of yourself son!" The man with the watch replied. It was quite clear that he was referring to Luke. All of the men could remember when Mercy tested Luke. He had lasted well over five minutes, and Mercy became increasingly desperate to make him cum. Finally Luke had decided that enough was enough and he took his cock out of Mercy's hungry mouth. She had initially been disappointed, but that soon faded as Luke held her to her given word and nailed her right there in front of all the other prisoners. The men continued congratulating Reggie as Mercy finally arrived at Luke's bed. She then placed the lantern on the ground and reached toward the wall, her hand finding a white curtain that she dragged across the length of the shack. Ronald was disappointed by this privacy which was afforded to Luke, clearly another perk due to his prominent position among the prisoners. Desperate, and more than confident that Reggie was fine, Ronald jumped off the barrel and ran toward the back of the shack. Ronald wasted no time in getting to the back wall of the shack. He did not know what was going to happen behind that curtain, but he knew he needed to see it. A single spot on light on the wall gave Ronald hope, and he rushed over to it. A piece from one of the wooden boards on the wall had broken off, and Ronald could see and hear the inside of the shack if he crouched down slightly. "Did you like my little show earlier?" Mercy asked anxiously as Luke sat up in the bed, still shirtless as he was earlier in the day. "Yeah." Luke replied, seemingly much more interested in looking at Mercy's body than he was in answering her questions. "You know it was for you baby. Sometimes I'm in the big lonely house, and just thinking about you working on that road gets me so hot..." Mercy spoke with an excitement that Ronald had not heard before. As she spoke Luke silently approached her, the black man a foot taller than the southern beauty and looking like a mass of black muscle. Mercy looked at Luke's face for a response, clearly hopeful that he would respond positively to her claims. Instead, he simply placed his hands around Mercy's waist and hoisted her up into the air. Luke then turned Mercy until she was upside down, with his arms underneath her spread legs. Gravity took effect as Mercy's nightgown fell to the floor, exposing her naked body to both Luke and Ronald. Ronald marveled at Mercy's body, his still erect penis throbbing with desire. Her tan was uniform throughout her whole body, and her skin looked softer than anything that Ronald had ever seen. Mercy's immaculate breasts hung near her face, a consequence of being held upside down. Still Ronald could appreciate how firm and full they were just from looking, and he particularly admired the pink nipples that pointed outward like the erasers on pencils. Mercy pulled Luke's pants down quickly, and Ronald had to put a hand over his mouth to prevent a loud gasp. Luke's monster cock absolutely dwarfed Reggie's. To Ronald's utter amazement, it was significantly bigger in every way. He was convinced that somehow Luke's big black cock was bigger than the black club they had given him for guard duty. Ronald's amazement continued as Mercy pulled her head back before somehow managing to fit the huge black monster into her mouth. She groaned happily once it was inside, with the groan turning into a squeal of delight once Luke buried his tongue into her pussy. Ronald could not see exactly what Luke was doing to Mercy, but it was obvious that she was loving it. His face was buried in her pussy, his tongue alternating between flicking her clit and thrusting into her pink gash, and she had wrapped her thighs tightly around the strong black man's head. Mercy had also increased the speed of her head motions once Luke started eating her out, her head now rapidly oscillating on the dark steel rod. Exuberance and experience allowed Mercy to take even more of Luke's manhood than she had with Reggie. After a few minutes of this, Ronald saw Mercy's eyes scrunch up as a moaning sound emanated from her mouth. Ronald watched as Mercy's hands grabbed Luke's powerful ass and pushed him completely inside her. A lusty scream from Mercy was muffled by the big black cock still pounding her mouth. Her blue eyes were squinted and her eyebrows raised, and in spite of his lack of sexual experience Ronald knew that Mercy had climaxed. Ronald watched as her toned thighs loosened around Luke's head while the prisoner kicked off his pants and walked toward his bed, still holding Mercy as though she weighed nothing. Luke knelt down as laid Mercy down on his bed, his cock never leaving her mouth. Luke continued pistoning his cock into Mercy's upside down mouth as her head hung off the bed. Ronald could see between the prison leader's muscular legs as his big black balls hung low and rhythmically smacked into Mercy's forehead. Luke took advantage of his vantage point but bringing his colossal hands up to Mercy's tits and squeezing them aggressively. The blonde reacted to his touch by squirming with delight and bringing her own hand to her soaked pussy. Luke continued to piston his cock in and out of Mercy's luscious mouth while playing with her pink nipples with his strong, dark fingers. The warden's sexy daughter seemed to somehow be able to completely deepthroat the massive black cock with ease in this position. Ronald noticed that Luke's cock glistened in the lantern's light as more and more of Mercy's saliva coated him. Once he was finally satisfied, Luke gave Mercy's breasts one last large tweak before pulling his cock out of her. Luke then sat back on the bed before turning Mercy's body around and lying on the bed. "Oh you're so amazing daddy, I just love your big black cock!" Mercy said as she climbed on top of the black man, straddling his crotch. Luke said nothing in response as Mercy positioned herself over his cock. Ronald marveled at Luke's ability to keep his cool. Seeing Mercy press Luke's black cock against her gorgeous pink pussy was almost too much for Ronald to bare as he felt his dick straining against his pants. Mercy began slowly lowering herself onto Luke's cock, the huge black snake somehow slithering deeper and deeper into her forbidden garden. Mercy tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide, her loud breathing being clearly audible to Ronald outside the shack. Ronald had seen and heard enough. He quickly unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. Dropping his tight underwear, Ronald began furiously jerking on his dick as a wave of relief and pleasure washed over him. Ronald continued watching as Luke put his hands on Mercy's hips and pushed down, forcing his whole cock deep inside her. An audible scream escaped Mercy's lips, one tinged with slight pain and lots of ecstasy, and Ronald worried that the guard on duty would hear. There was no sign of movement in the guard shack, so Ronald continued stroking his dick and watching the prisoner fuck the warden's daughter. Ronald wondered how Mercy could fit all of the black cock inside her, as he figured it must be up to her tight bellybutton. It was clear that Mercy's ample practice with Luke's cock was paying dividends for both of them. Once Mercy was re-accustomed to his tremendous size, Luke sat up on the bed while Mercy arched her back away from him. Her immaculate tits now pointed directly at him, with her hard nipples pointing up proudly, Luke started sucking Mercy's sensitive nipples into his mouth. His thick lips loudly sucked on Mercy, the pink circles in the middle of each breast disappearing and then appearing with each movement of his lips. "Ohhh daddy you fuck me so good!" Mercy screeched as they started thrusting into each other more wildly, the loud creaks from the old bed partially drowning her out. Mercy had her legs wrapped around Luke, her ankles locked just above his ass. Ronald saw a familiar look of serenity and delight cross Mercy's face as their pace reached a pinnacle, the sounds of their flesh slapping together now louder than the creaking bed. "OHHHHHH HEAVENS NEVER STOP POUNDING ME WITH THIS BIG NIGGER PRICK!" Called Mercy as she started cumming once again, one hand pressing into the back of Luke's head while she pressed her nails into his back with the other. It was only then that Ronald noticed the faded scars on Luke's back, but he hardly paid them any attention. Luke and Mercy both slowed after her orgasm. To Ronald's relief, they were not yet finished. Mercy laid on her back as Luke moved forward, never removing his cock from her pink box. Luke hooked his arms under Mercy's knees before moving her sexy legs up onto him, with her thighs pressing into his thick chest and her ankles hanging on his wide shoulders. Luke balanced himself by pushing his fists into the bed as he leaned forward. Once stabilized, he began forcefully pounding into Mercy. The sight of a huge prisoner, a black prisoner no less, absolutely dominating the warden's gorgeous white daughter was incredible to Ronald. This kind of thing didn't happen, especially in the Deep South. Ronald continued watching as Luke folded Mercy's body while he slammed into her, doing whatever he wanted to her body to bring himself pleasure. Above her, Mercy's narrow feet were shaking with each of Luke's thrusts, her toes spreading and curling with delight each time. The sight of Luke's cock sliding in and out of Mercy was clearly visible, reshaping her rapidly to a size no other man could hope to fill while the sounds of their white and black flesh slamming into each other grew louder. Ronald felt like he was ready to explode after a few minutes of this action, but he couldn't cum. It didn't feel like he had the right until Luke, who actually did all the work, started cumming. Waiting for Luke to pull out and blow his wad, Ronald continued jerking off. He was completely entranced by the sight inside the shack, and was completely oblivious to his surroundings. The calls of forest animals and bugs and the cool night air did not draw any attention from Ronald. Eventually Mercy started to breathlessly say "Yes" while her orgasm face returned and Luke actually started grunting with each thrust. Ronald knew that Luke would pull out soon, as cumming in the warden's daughter would be like a death sentence for the black prisoner. To Ronald's great surprise, Luke only pushed himself further on top of Mercy and thrust himself even more deeply into her. Mercy immediately started cumming again, and a snarl of relief was released from Luke. With that, Ronald finally felt a huge release as his dick shot his whole load against the back wall of the shack. This was accompanied uncontrollably by a rather loud groan of satisfaction from the newest guard. Angel of Mercy Luke gradually backed away from Mercy, allowing her legs to fall to his side. Ronald heard a slight whimper come from the girl as Luke pulled his mass of black flesh out of her. Amazement from Ronald followed as Luke's black seed poured out of Mercy's gaping pussy like a waterfall once his cock was removed. The sheet below was soaked as Ronald wondered how any man could cum so much, even if they were with someone as sexy as Mercy. "That was amazing lover!" Mercy said as she sat up, her tits rising and falling with each strained breath. She leaned forward and gave Luke a big kiss on the mouth, to which he barely responded. "What was that noise though, when you started cumming in me?" Mercy continued as Luke sat there looking at the gushing pussy he had just owned. "Someone was watching us outside that hole in the wall. That new guard." Luke replied, very matter of factly. Ronald was shocked. Somehow, Luke had seen him watching the whole scene between him and Mercy. He gave no indication while fucking Mercy, even though getting caught in such a compromising situation could mean his death. Ronald felt a sort of admiration for the way that Luke coolly went about his business. Quickly pulling his pants back on, Ronald hoped that he could get away from the shack before Mercy or any additional prisoners saw him. Ronald wasted no time in moving to the front of the shack. He had parked his vehicle some distance away, through the woods so that no one would know he was there. Ronald made it to the tree line past the shack when he heard a soft voice call out to him. "Help me please." Said the soft, sweet voice. Ronald turned around to see Mercy looking at him, motioning him over with her index finger. Now back in her little white nightgown, Mercy still looked like an angel from Ronald's dreams as the light from the lantern made her stand out in stark contrast to the surrounding darkness. Ronald, resigned to being caught, hung his head and walked toward the warden's daughter. "I'm sorry Miss... Miss Mercy I was just..." Ronald started, his voice betraying his nerves. "Well that's not fair, you knowing my name when I don't know yours. What's your name handsome?" Mercy interjected, her voice practically melting Ronald on the spot. "I'm Ronald... I work for your daddy... well your father." Ronald continued, finally looking up. Mercy's bright blue eyes were staring directly into him, successfully turning the rest of Ronald into a wobbling mess. "Well it's nice to meet you, Ronald. Do you think you could escort me back to the big house? It's not safe for a young woman to be walking around a prison camp at night you know." Mercy said, even though both were aware that she was completely safe. "Yes maam, it would be my pleasure." Ronald said, nodding eagerly as he did so. Ronald and Mercy walked quietly back to the large plantation style home. She did not seem inclined to say anything, and Ronald was far too nervous to bring up any subject. Ronald wanted to stop on the edge of the vast lawn, but Mercy motioned for him to follow her right up to the steps. Once at the bottom of the steps, Mercy placed the lamp on the step and blew out the light. "Well Ronald, thank you for escorting a lady in need." Mercy said, the light from the moon now allowing Ronald to see her. "My pleasure." Ronald replied, still unsure how he should handle the situation. "Such a gentleman. I hope to see you around these parts again." Mercy said. She then leaned into Ronald, and after standing on her toes she gave Ronald a kiss on the cheek. Ronald put his hand up to his cheek where Mercy had kissed him and knew that he was blushing. He watched the blonde beauty, the moonlight shining on her hair, as she ascended the stairs and snuck back into the house. They had not discussed what Ronald had seen, but both knew that there was no need. Ronald was completely wrapped around Mercy's finger. He would be keeping quiet about what he saw, and he would be back to see more. The next few weeks at the prison camp followed a similar pattern. Multiple times each week Mercy would make an appearance while the prisoners were working on the chain gang, always under a disingenuous guise. On some occasions she was carrying lemonade for the thirsty guards to drink, which she just happened to spill all over her chest. Another time she visited them to bring a document she claimed that Big Daddy wanted them all to sign. When Mercy happened to drop the document and picked it up, all of the prisoners had a great view of her completely uncovered ass and pussy. Ronald tried to pick up as many night shifts as possible. When he was the night guard, he would wait for Mercy to arrive at the shack and provide mercy to whatever prisoner or prisoners she deemed to be most in need. This was always followed up by Luke getting to actually fuck Mercy. On nights when he wasn't assigned to guard duty Ronald would still show up, hopeful that Mercy would be making an appearance. It was very rare for him to leave disappointed. The highlight for Ronald was one particular night after a day during which the prisoners had been particularly disruptive. The warden had loaned Luke to a different prison camp, one where they were working on a particularly labour intensive job, and he was not expected back until the next day. Several prisoners had talked back to guards and many had fooled around, primarily due to the absence of Luke's leadership, drawing the ire of The Captain. His threat, a gunshot to the air, had convinced the prisoners that enough was enough. Still, that night they were bouncing off the walls inside the small prison shack, giving Ronald all that he could handle. Mercy was a welcome sight that night, though unexpected. Mercy had been at a debutante ball earlier that night, as was obvious given her fancy hairstyle with tight blonde curls pressed up on her head. Mercy was also wearing a short, silky black slip that she had worn under her gown earlier in the evening. Ronald had also not expected that she would show up on a night when Luke was not around. Still Mercy made her way toward the shack with a clear goal in mind, and Ronald made his way toward the broken window so that he would see what it was. The prisoners were rowdy before Mercy entered, fighting with each other and yelling. Once the alluring southern belle entered the room however things quieted down immediately. "Listen up boys, I just spent the whole damn night at a stodgy ball with nothing put white boys chasing after me. I need something big, hard and black to make my night right. Any volunteers?" Mercy said, a toothy white smile growing on her face. The prisoners eyes grew wide and a few hooted and hollered as she spoke. Some prisoners had already noted that when Ronald was the night guard the rules were not strictly enforced. Mercy made her way to the centre of the room and dropped to her knees enthusiastically. Her beautiful blue eyes scanned the room, stopping to stare at each prisoner and give him an invitation to earthy delight. The men soon surrounded her, the bulges in their pants conveying just how ready they were. Mercy quickly grabbed the pants containing the bulge nearest to her face and pulled them down. The big black cock inside sprung out like a cobra, and Mercy instinctively caught it right in her mouth. The fat black man's eyes nearly burst out of his head as Mercy gobbled his 7 inches of cock meat like it was nothing at all. She then reached for the pants of the men on either side of her with each hand, pulling them down as well while still sucking the big black cock. Mercy then grabbed those cocks and began stroking them lovingly. The rest of the prisoners, plus Ronald, dropped their pants. Mercy began attacking each big black cock with her requisite enthusiasm, sucking each one rhythmically while stroking the two next to it. Each prisoner had his cock warmed up for Mercy, and she made the most of it. The old prisoners saw Mercy press her lips into their grey pubic hair while she took their cocks, the fat ones saw her forehead press into their stomachs as she engulfed them, and the skinny ones had a great view as Mercy worked her tongue slowly all along their black manhood. Before long Mercy had all of the cocks ready to burst as they surrounded her like several long black bazookas ready to deliver their hot load at any moment. Clearly finding that the straps of her slip were just getting in the way, Mercy pulled them down until her tits sprung freely from their constraints. The sight of Mercy's veloptuous breasts bouncing in front of them as she shifted from black cock to black cock caused many of the prisoners to stroke their own cocks until Mercy finally arrived to pleasure them. In Ronald's case, he simply increased his efforts. Mercy caused the first prisoner to crack shortly after she exposed her chest. The young black man put his hands on his head and praised the lord as his hot cum shot through eight inches of black meat just to strike the back of mercy's throat. Once Mercy sucked him dry she moved onto the next cock, 9 uncircumsized inches of light brown steel. Mercy pulled back the skin and started licking underneath the head, which caused the fat prisoner to blow. He blew his wad half into Mercy's open mouth, and half onto her cheek and lips. The sight of Mercy getting blasted by the prisoner next to him was too much for the next target as he blew his load before Mercy even arrived to suck him, his old black balls firing hard bursts of jizz right at Mercy's forehead, with some sticking in her eyebrows, eyelashes and eyes. Mercy proceeded through the prisoners, some cumming in her mouth, others on her beautiful face while others shot into her hair. Mercy allowed them all to blow off steam and she made up for her terrible night by blowing off some big black cocks. When she was finished, Mercy had made sure the whole circle of thick ebony wood was milked of all available seed. Mercy had them all cum at least once, while a few enjoyed extended bursts. Mercy was particularly surprised at one point when the two cocks she was stroking exploded while she was sucking the huge rod between them, both shooting their loads into a different side of her face. Still, Mercy was content that both she and the prisoners would sleep much better after her visit. Before leaving, and still covered in loads of semen, Mercy pulled up her slip and thanked the prisoners for helping her out. She then disappeared out the door, Ronald following her with his eyes as he milked the last bits of sperm out of his dick. One month after Ronald's first day on the job, Mercy made her most brazen appearance to date. Appearing as usual just when the afternoon sun was becoming unbearably hot, on that day Mercy showed up in just a yellow bikini and a pair of open toed platform shoes with a red bow on top. Mercy was also carrying something black in her hand, but Ronald could not immediately make it out. Usually the guards did their best not to stare at Mercy, both for fear of their jobs and fear of The Captain, but on that day their eyes couldn't be pulled away. Mercy bounced and jiggled perfectly as she strolled into the work site, her womanly figure barely contained. Ronald imagined that even the Captain would look from behind his sunglasses once he made his way to that portion of the road. Mercy greeted all of the guards and offered them each one of the pieces of black licorice that she was carrying. Most refused her, as they were afraid to be caught talking to the forbidden beauty for too long, but a few accepted. Ronald accepted, and was very grateful for the offer. After talking to the guards, Mercy stood near the edge of the half tarred road. "Well, I was hoping to go to the swimming hole on such a hot day, but this hot road looks like it would just ruin my little shoes!" Mercy exclaimed, her head moving from side to side as she did so. Ronald quickly moved toward Mercy, practically running as he was so eager to help her in any way necessary. As the chain gain had now progressed to a point on the road that was near a small lake, Ronald guessed that Mercy would be making plenty of swimming trips in the coming days. "Maybe I can be of assistance, Miss Mercy?" Ronald asked with a hint of hopefulness in his voice. He would take any excuse to be near Mercy, particularly when so much of her body was exposed. "Why thank you Ronald, but that isn't necessary. We might as well get some work out of one of these big, burly prisoners I think." Mercy said with a smile. She looked up and down the road before pointing to one of the prisoners, a large man with brown skin whose name Ronald could not recall. The man approached and offered Mercy his back to climb upon. She shook her head and grabbed his arm, turning the prisoner around. Mercy then whispered to the prisoner and jumped into his arms, the length of her body stretching across his torso. The prisoner carried Mercy across the road as she placed her arms around his neck. Once safely across, Mercy hopped down and smiled at the prisoner, her eyes narrowing slightly. The prisoner turned around and walked back across the road with a knowing smile. Mercy made her way to the water and waded into it, splashing around playfully under the hot sun. Ronald and the prisoners all envied Mercy, wishing that they could be in the water as she was, and even more so wishing that they could be in the water with her. Seemingly aware of the effect she was having, Mercy finally left the pool and walked toward the road. Having not brought a towel, Mercy simply laid in the grass and watched the men as they worked. The men, in turn, watched Mercy. The warden's daughter casually laid out in the grass, her yellow bikini clinging tightly to her body and leaving very little to the imagination. Mercy rolled onto her flat stomach and put her chin in one hand, her elbow on the ground. Her blonde hair was wild behind her, and her feet playfully dangled behind her head as she moved her calves up and down. Mercy then used her free hand to feed herself the black licorice she had brought. Mercy slowly, tantalizingly ate the pieces of black licorice. She would brush pieces across her pouty lips, slowly suck on pieces, even lick them while staring at the prisoners. These actions, coupled with the great view of Mercy's wet ass and cleavage, caused many a prisoner to fumble their work. Ronald, who like the prisoners knew that licorice wasn't the only black thing Mercy liked to put in her mouth, found himself equally distracted. On multiple occasions he found himself stepping in the hot tar, nearly ruining his shoes. Mercy was content to continue seductively teasing the men, until a loud whistling sound broke through the typical working noises made by the prisoners. "Oooooo weeee I'd love to split that in two! Just ram my black dick straight through that!" Said the prisoner who had approvingly whistled in Mercy's direction. To Ronald's disappointment, and surprise, the prisoner who spoke so bluntly was Reggie. Ronald recalled that the prisoner had enjoyed having his cock sucked twice by Mercy since his first night, but it seemed that her presence that day under the hot sun caused him to crack. Ronald hoped that none of the other guards had heard him, but those hopes were dashed when three of his coworkers ran by him and directly toward Reggie. The young prisoner seemed surprised with himself for having said such a thing out loud and didn't run. The guards proceeded to beat Reggie with their clubs, and no amount of pleading from Mercy could dissuade them. Eventually The Captain came over, his rifle pointed directly at the bloody mess that Reggie had been turned into. He placed the end of his gun underneath Reggie's chin and forced his head up so he could look at him. "Boy, what the fuck did you say back there?" The Captain asked, his tone implying that this was a matter of dire importance. "I wa... day dreamin... Captain I... I swear" Reggie struggled you talk, and it appeared that his jaw was broken. "You had better have been. I'm going to talk to Big Daddy about this, and if he does what I think... you're one dead nigger." The Captain responded before taking off toward Big Daddy's home. The rest of the afternoon was a blur as two guards took Reggie to the shack, Mercy returned home and Luke's eyes followed her with a cold, hard stare. That night Ronald was on guard duty, and typically he waited outside the shack on his barrel. Like many of the prisoners inside, he was worried about Reggie's fate. If Big Daddy knew that Reggie had spoken of his daughter in a sexual way there was no chance he would live. Any claims he made, such as telling the warden about his daughter's sexual escapades with the black prisoners, would only fall on deaf ears and ensure a more painful death. Time seemed to pass slowly both inside and outside the shack until just after midnight when the familiar glow of Mercy's light emerged, bringing some hope to a dreary situation. Mercy wasted no time entering the shack. Once inside, Ronald looked through the window as she made her way straight to Reggie's bed, her tiny pink nightgown failing to hide her ass and pussy every time she took a step forward. Mercy sat on the bed and began gently stroking the young man's busted face. "Don't worry Reggie, I cried to the warden for you and he's not gonna hurt you." Mercy said sweetly, smiling at Reggie with a look of sympathy. A small cheer went up from the prisoners before Mercy continued. "I'm gonna try my best to make you feel better too. I want to give you something better to think about that your silly old face." Mercy said as she finished stroking the slightly swollen black face. She then rose from the bed and took her lantern to the back of the shack, where Luke lay in wait. Ronald hurried over to his peeping hole so that he would miss nothing. He arrived in time to catch the bulk of Mercy and Luke's exchange. "You have to make it up to the boy after what you did." Luke said coolly to Mercy as her face took on a shamed expression. "I will baby, but I didn't do it to him!" Mercy pleaded. "You caused it though." Luke responded quickly, still laying in his bed. "I know, and I'm going to make him feel good again. I also made sure he won't get killed." Mercy stated, hoping for Luke's approval. "Yeah, that's the least you could do. You might be able to wrap your daddy around that little finger of yours, but you can't fix what already happened to the boy." Luke retorted. "HE isn't my 'daddy', you know that. I will make him feel good though, you know how good I am." Mercy said as a smile crossed her face. She moved closer to Luke and put her hands in his lap. "You just wait here. I'm gonna make you both happy with me." Mercy said cheerfully before standing up and moving to the other side of the curtain. Luke stood up and walked to the opposite wall. Ronald waited anxiously for Mercy to return. He knew how good she was, and he trusted in her ability to make the situation right. Luke never allowed Mercy to fuck the other prisoners, and Mercy didn't seem interested in fucking them with Luke around, so Ronald was confused about what she could provide. After just over a minute Mercy returned, Reggie's hand clasped in her own. She walked straight toward Luke's bed and sat the confused looking black man in it. Ronald saw that in spite of whatever pain the prisoner was feeling, a look of excitement still crossed his face. The young black man had grown to know Mercy well. Mercy knelt in front of Reggie and started unbuckling his pants. As she did this, both Luke and Ronald dropped their pants in unison. Everyone was ready for what was coming. Now naked, Luke approached Mercy and reached down for her nightgown. He forcefully pulled it over her head, causing her tits to bounce pleasantly once the nightgown rose above them. Reggie hurriedly removed his own shirt, clearly not wanting to miss out on anything. Reggie's hands twitched nervously on his knees as he oogled Mercy. Angel of Mercy, My Young Valentine This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * An older man dies happy with a smile on his face on Valentine's Day. "You knew the deceased?" Detective Walter Martin watched her every facial expression and body movement. Looking for lies with an experienced, albeit jaundiced eye, a slight pause, an eye blink, a nervous twitch, and/or change in body position, he was trained to do that. "Yes," said the woman with a cold and unrevealing stare, looking as if she was bluffing, while playing Texas Hold 'em poker. Only, she wasn't bluffing. Unblinking and not moving, the real deal, revealing no tells, she was a player and was very hard to read. Smoking hot, she was so very young and so very beautiful. A sometimes model and B movie actress, with her own fire burning down deep inside of her, she was the type that could set off the smoke alarm without even smoking. Already the temperature in the room was ten degrees warmer than it was before she walked in and sat down. "How did you come to know the deceased?" "Paul. His name was Paul Robinson," said Jill saying it with an air of respectfulness. "Sorry, but you didn't answer my question. How did you come to know Mr. Robinson?" "He was a good man and lived a kind and gentle life. He was a quality human being, a beloved husband, a much loved father, and a respected grandfather," she said slowly and methodically crossing her legs. Had there been someone sitting in front of her, she would have flashed them her panties, that is, if she was wearing any. Most times she didn't wear panties, but today she was wearing bright white, silk, bikini panties. "And," he asked her again for the third time. "How did you come to know Mr. Robinson?" "He was a quality man. I don't waste my time with men who aren't," she said giving him a look that said that she didn't think that he was a quality man without having to say it. "Yes, yes," he said with impatience in his voice, "I have all of that. He was a wonderful human being, but how did you come to know Mr. Robinson?" Ready to catch her, already looking at her with suspicion, the detective looked at her with an unblinking stare, as if waiting for her to make a mistake. "His family called me to meet him," she said matter of fact. She looked at the detective through big, blue eyes with cool coyness, eyes that any man or any woman could get lost in on a beach in San Tropez, before falling to one knee and proposing their eternal love and undying faithfulness, that is, until she killed them with love and sex. There was nothing coy about this one. That was for sure. Bi-sexual in her sexual orientation, whether her lover was male or female, this Angel of mercy, was a minx. "So this was your first time meeting him and you didn't know him before this. Is that right?" "Yes, his family contacted me through my web site, Angel of Mercy dot com," she said looking away from him to look around the room, before she finished answering his question. "I didn't know him before this." "I see," he said taking notes, even though their meeting was recorded for sound and video. "Why? Why you?" Leaning back in his chair, he paused to look at the mirrored wall, before nodding his head in that direction. No doubt, whoever was standing back there was checking out her web site. "I imagine Paul heard of me or maybe saw me in a movie I made, perhaps, and wanted to talk to me," she said softening. She was the type of women you'd remortgage your house, divorce your wife, and abandon your children for the chance to have her in your life. "He was a nice man and I liked him," she said with a soft and sincere smile. "You expect me to believe that Mr. Robinson contacted you just to talk to you?" He waited for her to respond and when she didn't, he asked another question. "Or did he contact you to have sex with you?" "Now, Detective, seriously, what man, who isn't a gay man and who is in their right mind, wouldn't want to have sex with me? Look at me," she said sticking out her chest and when she did, her blouse opened enough for anyone looking to see the top of her breasts but not enough to see her nipples, and they were all looking. "Besides, what two consenting adults do behind closed doors is not a crime and none of your business, Detective." "It sure is a crime, if you were there with the intent and knowledge that what you did will be directly responsible for another's death. Under the letter of the law, that's premeditated murder. If you are there with the intent and knowledge that what you do with be indirectly responsible for another's death, that's manslaughter." "Prove it," she said challenging him by pushing his button, as if checking his king in a game of chess. "As part of a homicide investigation, it sure is my business what you and Mr. Robinson did or didn't do behind closed doors. Did you know that Mr. Robinson was terminally ill?" "I'm not a medical doctor Detective. Other than him telling me, how could I possibly know what his medical diagnosis is or prognosis for life was? That's personal information that he chose not to share with me," she said moving her head to flip her hair out of the way, as if in readiness to lean down to take a cock in her mouth. She was just so damn sexy that no matter what she did or how she moved, as if a siren, she flashed sex across the room. "Besides people die every day from heart attacks before, during, and after having sex. Do you consider those homicides and do you harass them, too, with unfounded accusations of premeditated murder and manslaughter?" It was hard to tell whose feathers were being ruffled, but it was safe to say that they were both getting a little heated in their dialogue. "So you admit that you had sexual relations with Mr. Robinson." "It's no secret that I did. You're technician swabbed my mouth," said Jill moving her head up and back, as if expelling a puff of smoke from her cigarette, even though she wasn't smoking literally but was smoking figuratively. "You already have the semen evidence to that fact. Yeah, I sucked his big, old, wrinkled cock and he exploded a load of sixty-three-year-old cum in my mouth," she said leaning forward and staring in his face, "and I swallowed," she said with a haughty laugh. "I didn't break any laws by having sex with Paul and by giving him a blowjob, did I?" When she leaned forward her blouse opened and she watched him glance down to look at her exposed breasts. She was such a tease. The type of woman that needed to be slapped around a bit, before being made love to, she'd probably enjoy the pain before the pleasure. "No, you didn't break any laws having sexual relations with Mr. Robinson," he said, "that is, unless he paid you to have sex with him and to suck his big, old wrinkled, sixty-three-year-old cock. Then, that's prostitution," he said leaning back in his chair and smiling, as if to say, 'Gotcha'. Still leaning to forward to make sure he got a good look, Jill looked down her top at her tits and the detective's eyes followed hers. Then, she looked up catching him leering at her, again. "Do you like what you see, Detective?" Jill held open the top of her blouse and peered down again to see what he could see. She followed his eyes with hers, before letting out a loud laugh. "So, tell me," said the detective changing the subject and getting back on track. "What did Mr. Robinson hear about you?" "I don't know. You'd have to ask him, but with him being dead, I guess you can't do that, now can you?" "Don't play games with me sister or I'll throw your ass in jail." "On what charge, Detective?" "Helping someone to commit suicide. That's against the law, too." "Suicide? Don't make me laugh. If you could prove that, you would have charged me with that already. Besides, the District Attorney would be laughed out of court presenting a sexual act between two consenting adults as suicide," she smile with what she was going to say next. "Maybe you're wife, girlfriend, boyfriend, or significant other wants to kill themselves after having sex with you, but I can assure you that, when I finished with him, after Paul fucked me and I sucked him off, I put a big smile on old Paul's face. After I was done with him, if only having the memory of being with me to masturbate over later, he had everything to live for and no reason to kill himself. To be honest with you Detective, I was hoping he'd be my new boyfriend and I was saddened by his untimely demise." "I'll ask you my question again. What did Mr. Robinson hear about you?" I imagine he heard that I'm a kind, loving, and sexual woman, Detective," she said slowly crossing her legs the other way. She watched the detective look down, as her skirt moved higher. "I didn't solicit Mr. Robinson, if that's what you're implying. Mr. Robinson had asked his family to contact me. Perhaps, you should ask the family what Mr. Robinson heard about me. Perhaps, you should ask them, what he said about me." "I see," said the detective. "And how much were you paid to--" "Fuck you! I have rights, you know," she said suddenly copping a attitude. "I have the right not to answer any more of your stupid, leading questions without having my attorney present. I'm making your job easier by fully cooperating," she said staring directly into the camera, "and all you're doing is insulting me. How dare you? I'll sue this police department for defamation of character and libel for what your captain has already said about me and what was quoted about me in the press." "We haven't charged you with a crime, Jill, although, if you insist, I can charge you with prostitution and keep you here, until the judge orders bail," he said looking down at his report, before looking up at her. "Go ahead, and I'll add false arrest to my growing list of civil suit charges. I guarantee that I will walk away with a nice out of court settlement from the city, along with your badge, after this is done and you'll walk away with nothing but an erection. There was no crime here, Detective." "Okay, okay, calm done. Let's start over, shall we? There's no need for all of this verbal jousting and empty threats." "Have I threatened you Detective? Do you feel threatened by me? No threats, just intentions. If you force me into a corner, I'll have my attorney file a civil suit against you, your captain, this department, and the city." "Listen, the way that I see it is that you're just a witness in a sudden and unfortunate death and we're just having a friendly chat, a fact finding conversation, to make sure that no crime was committed in the untimely death of--" "Untimely death? The man had terminal cancer." "So, you admit that you knew he had terminal cancer?" "Yes." "Did you know that before you agreed to have sex with him?" "Maybe I did and maybe I didn't. You'd have to ask the dead man. Besides, now that it's splashed all over the front page, him having terminal cancer is public record and can no longer be used against me in a court of law, can it?" "I didn't say anything about a court of law," said the detective with a victorious smile, as if she had made an admission of guilt. Yet, typical for him and for anyone whether having sex with her or just a conversation, he was jumping the gun. Most men are so sexually charged around her that they've already started and finished having sex with her, before she's even warmed and ready. One in a million, she was every man's and some women's sexual fantasy. Besides her beauty, brains, and body, there was just something so captivating about her that people lose their composure around her. "Like everyone else, Detective, I read the newspaper every day and his doctor gave him a few more months of misery to live," she said tossing back her head and her hair, as if she was letting out another puff of smoke from her cigarette, after having hot, sweaty sex. "Besides, what I do isn't prostitution, it's an act of mercy, kindness, and love." When she tossed back her hair like that, every man looked at her, no doubt, as if they were the one having sex with her. When she tossed back her hair like that, her breasts jiggled and by the impressions her nipples made in her blouse, it was obvious to all that she wasn't wearing a bra. "So, tell me again, Jill, how did Mr. Robinson die?" This time, the police detective didn't look up at her. Instead he looked down at his notes. He allowed the camera to record her reaction to his question, but there was no reaction to record. She remained calmly unflustered sitting there, as if she was sitting at a poker table at a Vegas casino after pushing her chips all in. Sergeant Gomez and Sergeant Morris watched the interrogation from behind the mirrored glass wall in the adjourning room. "The newspapers labeled her as the Valentine murderess, but she's been dubbed the Jack Kevorkian of the elderly with the nickname, Jill Kevorkian," said Sergeant Gomez. "The grim reaper never looked so sexy. She kills them with sex on whatever special day they want, Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries, even Valentine's Day and guarantees results or their money back," he said with a laugh. "What should be deemed as a suicide, a murder, or manslaughter, the insurance company is forced to pay the life insurance policy, when the coroner deems the death natural causes from heart failure, after having a too strenuous of an activity, namely sex." "A Black Widow spider is more like it," said Sergeant Morris. "Don't they eat their mates?" "I think that's the praying mantis. The female bites off the head of her lover to make him ejaculate and impregnate her," said Sergeant Gomez. "But she didn't eat him." "Actually, she did eat him," said Sergeant Morris reading from the report. "The forensic technician recovered semen evidence from her mouth and is testing it to see if it matches that of the deceased. No doubt it will," said Sergeant Morris. "Poor bastard never knew what hit him," said Sergeant Gomez. "Poor bastard? You mean lucky bastard," said Morris. "For a chance to have sex with her, I'd be willing to die." "Yeah, well, that's not the way that I wanna die," said Gomez. "At least my wife has the courtesy to wait to bite my head off, after I cum in her mouth and turn my back to her, just before I fall asleep. What about me, she says? What about you, I say? I allowed you to blow me, didn't I? And that's when the fight starts," said Sergeant Morris with a laugh. "You're just a swell guy," said Sergeant Gomez. "Still, there's no crime in having sexual intercourse and giving someone oral sex," said Morris. "They're both consenting adults. If you ask me that old man was a lucky bastard to have sex with someone like her. Look at her. She's gorgeous. She's best looking woman I've ever seen in my life." "Suspected of being directly or indirectly responsible for twelve deaths, she's never been charged with murder or even manslaughter," said Gomez. "There may have been a crime committed, if she was visiting these men with the expressed knowledge and criminal intent that having sex with her would kill them." Sergeant Morris opened the coroner's preliminary report. "I dunno, try proving that in a court of law," said Morris with a laugh. "It says here that he died with a smile on his face," he said reading from the coroner's report with a chuckle. "That's how I want to die. I want to die happy and if I can die from a sexy, beautiful woman giving me a blowjob, after fucking the shit out of me, that's how I want to go." "You're crazy," said Sergeant Gomez. "I could never disrespect my family, especially my wife by allowing another woman in my bed. I'd rather go quietly in the night in peace and in honor." "Yeah, well, the dead guy died quietly in the night and in peace with a big assed smile on his face. If I consider her anything, I consider her an Angel of mercy, just like how she purports herself on her web site," said Morris. "What she does is to ease men's pain, and women's pain, for that matter, by giving them a final few hours of sexual ecstasy and utter happiness. If you look closely, you can see her wings," he said pointing at her through the mirror with a chuckle. "Stop staring at her tits, you pervert," said Gomez. "Forget about a happy ending," said Gomez, "she's one broad I'd never want to see coming to my door. She's evil to do what she does for money. That's just wrong. I don't care if all of her victims had a terminal illness, she has no soul to accept money for killing someone with sex. Whether man or woman, she has no preference. I could never have sex with old people." "We have no proof of her accepting money for her services and if we did, all we could charge her with is prostitution. The DA would have a hard time winning even a manslaughter conviction, when she was contacted by the family with the consent of the deceased. The way that I see it is that there's no crime here, just an old guy choosing when and how he wanted to die and his family happily willing to accommodate him for the insurance money," said Sergeant Morris. "Answer my question, Jill, or I'll charge you with interfering with a murder investigation," persisted Detective Martin. "How did Mr. Robinson die?" "I don't have a clue how he died. You're going to have to ask the coroner. All that I can say to you is that there was no murder or manslaughter committed, Detective, and he certainly didn't commit suicide before, during, or after I had sex with him. I told you that already." "Is that so? Well, we'll see about that," said the cop. "Start talking. Tell me everything." "Paul's family called me and I agreed to go to his house for a drink. With Paul being so sexy and persuasive and me being so horny and sexually frustrated, one thing led to another and the next thing I knew I was in bed comforting him. You know how that happens, when a mature, sexually experience man takes advantage of a poor, young, innocent woman for sex," she said with a laugh. "Then, after I left his house, I found out later that he died and that's it. That's all that happened." "Don't give me that crap. Innocent woman my ass," he said. "You let me be the judge of that. Fill in the details for me, so that I can decide whether or not to charge you. Start from the beginning." "Details? You only want details, so that you can go home later and masturbate over Paul fucking me and me sucking his big, hairy, old, wrinkled dick. Is that it?" "Oh, gees, here comes the good part," said Sergeant Morris to Sergeant Gomez from behind the mirror. "She already has Wally pegged as the pervert that he is," he said with a laugh. "I went to Paul's house and we had a drink. He told me that he was dying of cancer and didn't have much longer to live. He said he had some regrets and wanted to go out with a bang, before he died. He wanted to experience some of the things that he's wondered about, but never had the opportunity to do." "Such as?" "He said he wanted to know what it was like to have intimate relations with a much younger woman, just like that movie, The Bucket List with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman--" "Yeah, yeah, I know the movie. Don't waste my time with things I already know. Tell me something that I don't know." "Okay," she said tossing her hair again and giving the camera a sexy look, as if she was about to read a script and audition for a part in a movie. "Only he wanted to replay the scene in Nine 1/2 Weeks. He wanted to pretend that I was Kim Basinger, which is why he asked me to wear a blonde wig." "Holy shit. Oh, baby, talk about sexy erotic games, I remember that movie, when Mickey Rourke took the ice cube and--" said Morris. "Shh, I wanna hear this," said Gomez "Paul died a happy man. He was only 63-years-old when he died, too young to die, and I made his last moments on this Earth happy ones. I had no idea he was going to croak right there, a few minutes after I left his place. I had sex with a man who voluntarily asked me to have sex with him. Directly or indirectly, I'm not responsible for his death. When I was done with him, he was happy. That's all I know. Now, whether it was his plan to die happy, when seeing his maker and/or seeing his wife in Heaven again, that's something he never divulged to me. Maybe if you asked his family they'd--" Angel of Mercy, My Young Valentine "His wife? What do you think his wife would say about you fucking and sucking off her husband." "His wife would thank me for delivering her husband to her," she said with a laugh. "Then, you admit that you killed Mr. Robinson." "I did no such thing. I made love to him. Maybe when you make love, it's like death, but--" "Knock that shit off," he said pointing his finger in her face. "Go on, continue. What happened during the time the two of you were having drinks?" "Well, we were sitting on the couch and Paul had his hand on my thigh, while I was fingering his cock through his pants." "How old are you?" "Is that a relative question, Detective, but no matter? I'm twenty-six." "And it doesn't gross you out to have sex with a man nearly forty years older than you, a man old enough to be your grandfather?" "No, he was a nice man and a sexy man that I found exceedingly attractive. Hugh Heffner, at 84-years-old, just married a 24-year-old. What's wrong with that? It's just an arbitrary age and a state of mind. Now, on the other hand, it would gross me out to have sex with you, you fat fuck." "I've been nothing but courteous to you, Jill, but if you want me to get rough, I can do that, too." "Courteous? You've disrespected me by prejudging me, before I even walked in the room," she said looking at him, while waiting for the uncomfortable silence between them to pass. "I apologize for calling you a fat fuck." "I've been called worse," he said without a laugh. "So, you're sitting on the cough," he said going back over his notes, "and Mr. Robinson has his hand on your thigh and you are fondling his penis through his pants." "Yes." "And then what happened?" "I wasn't wearing a bra. I never wear a bra. He kissed me and started feeling my beasts and fingering my nipples through my blouse," she said while feeling her breast and fingering her nipples through her blouse. "I was getting aroused, Detective, so very aroused. He was making me so hot," she said with a sexy laugh, while touching herself. "Then, he put his hand beneath my skirt and started fingering me through my panty," she said uncrossing her legs, sitting back in the chair and spreading her legs wide enough to give every man a show, before reaching beneath her skirt and fingering herself through her panty. "I stood and started to remove my clothes but he said that he wanted to do that. That's when we moved to the bedroom and really started making out and touching." "If that broad stands up and removes her clothes, I'm going to pull out my cock and jerk off," said Morris. "If you pull your cock in front of me, I'll shoot it off," said Gomez. "That's it? Just like that? You go to a man's house you never met before," said Martin, "start undressing, and then have sex with him?" "Yeah, it kind of brings back memories of your reoccurring sexual fantasy. Unfortunately, something that's never happened to you before, huh?" "You bitch," he said under his breath. "Pardon? Did you just call me a bitch, Detective? Let the record show that Detective Martin just called me a bitch," she said looking up at the camera. "So, Mr. Robinson undressed you?" "Undressed me? No, he didn't undress me. He stripped me naked is what he did and I returned the favor by stripping him naked, too. Then, before we got under the covers to cuddle and fuck and suck, we got the ice tray out of the freezer to reenact that role in Nine 1/2 Weeks with Kim Basinger and Mickey Rourke. Paul loved my body." "How do you know he loved your body?" "Look at me," she said rolling her eyes. "I'm hot. Besides his eyes were as wide as saucers and he couldn't get enough of my tits, ass, and pussy. His hands were all over me touching me, feeling me, and caressing me everywhere, places you wished you could touch me, feel me, and caress me, huh, Detective?" "Don't hold your breath," he said. "You mean to tell me, Detective, that you wouldn't like to touch me? I betcha if I was in the backseat of your patrol car in handcuffs and we were parked in a back alley, you'd be copping a feel, huh, while unzipping yourself, pulling your fat, little cock out, and sticking it in my mouth. Oh, yeah, I have your number. I know your type. You like women when they are helpless and when they can't refuse you. You like slapping them around a little, before fucking them and having them suck your fat, little cock." "It's as if she knows him," said Morris with a laugh. "One more disrespectful word and I'll throw your ass in the slammer and leave you there until Monday. I'm sure some of your cellmates would love to make friends with you." "Okay, okay, ask your questions," she said sitting back in her chair with her arms behind her back, as if she was restrained. In the way she was sitting with her legs apart, her skirt hiked up, and her nipples that were as big as nickels puffing out her blouse, she was every man's fantasy. With her long, dark hair and bright blue eyes, looking a bit like Elvira only younger, prettier, and shapelier, she was such a sexy, young thing. Someone a man would go to war over to protect her innocence or to win her heart, she was a woman that a man would sell his soul to the Devil to have, only to discover that it's not a man she wants, but a woman. "And what were you doing," he said taking a sip of water, "under the covers?" "I was stroking his huge erection in my hand and cupping his balls," she said leaning in closer to the detective, before looking over at the mirror and wetting her lips. "Then, what?" "He mounted me and I guided his big, hard cock inside my tight, wet pussy. I was ready and wet enough for him to fuck me, really fuck me hard enough to make me cum, and he did. He was determined to fuck my brains out. That's when he turned me over and told me to get on top of him. Oh, yeah, I liked him taking control of me, if you know what I mean, Detective, especially when he started slapping my ass, pulling my hair, and turning, twisting, and biting my nipples. That was hot. That was so hot, especially when he fucked me up the ass." "Oh, my God," said Morris. "My dream woman, she's into anal sex." "Knock it off," said Gomez. "She's nasty." "I find it difficult to believe a man so sickly and on so much medication was capable of even getting an erection, never mind controlling you by slapping your ass and pulling your hair, your words," he said reading from his notes. "Oh, I can assure you. He had an erection alright. Paul was quite the lover. He told me he stopped taking his medication a month before. What was the use? He was dying anyway and he was tired of all the side effects his medication caused. Instead, he popped a little blue pill and he fucked me, as if he was a porn star." "I see. So, you admit that you were determined to fuck his brains out, your words," he said reading back her exact quote, "because you were trying to kill him?" "No, I said that he was determined to fuck my brains out. I wasn't trying to kill him. I was just horny and I needed his experienced, mature cock in my young, wet pussy to get me off," she said making direct eye contact with the detective, before looking up at the mirror and making a victory sign with her fingers and then running her tongue through the opening. "Gees, this broad is so hot. This is way better than that movie with Sharon Stone," said Morris. "What was the name of that?" "Basic Instinct," said Gomez. "Yeah, only, this is hotter because she is so much prettier and hotter than Sharon Stone," said Morris. "Look at her. She makes me wish I was dying, too." Sergeant Gomez's cell phone rang. "Hello? C'mon. Seriously? Are you kidding me? No, I can't do that, Poppy. Don't worry. Okay. Everything will be already. Listen, I can't talk to you now. I'll see you at the house tonight." "Are you okay? You're as pale as a ghost." "That was my Dad. He's been waiting for a heart transplant. He's been on the list and he's running out of time." "I'm sorry," said Morris. "Your Dad is a good man and was a good cop." "He's been following this case in the paper and he knows I'm on the case." "So?" "He asked me to get her phone number, just in case." * Please don't forget to vote, make a comment, and/or add me and this story to your favorite lists. Thank you for reading my story.