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Night Nurse

By: hooters



My most unusual and erotic sexual experience occurred several years ago near the end of my sophomore year in college. I had just finished an afternoon exam and thought I would stop by a campus bar for a few beers on my way home. The bar I stopped at was a grad student hangout, but was also occasionally frequented by locals. I liked the place because of the diverse crowd and because they had the cheapest beer on campus. 

When I walked in I was startled at how busy the place was at four in the afternoon. Every table had someone sitting at it! This really wasn't a problem since each table was very long with benches on each side leaving me several seating possibilities. I got a beer at the bar and positioned myself at the end of a table near the back of the bar. Sitting at the other end of the table were several women in nurses uniforms. From the smattering of conversation I heard over the sound of the juke box, I gathered that they had just finished an unusually rough shift at the local hospital. They must have been there a while because there were several empty pitchers on the table. 

I was busy working on my second beer and attempting to think of some way to introduce myself when they all got up to leave. All of them that is, but the nurse at the far end of the table. She still had a full beer and I heard her tell her friends that she would stick around to finish it before she headed home. To be honest, I don't think I even noticed her before her friends got up to leave. She was older than the others, probably early thirties and a little over weight. Her hair was bleach blond with about an inch of dark roots showing. Her eyebrows had been over plucked and she used lots of blue eye shadow which even back then seemed out-of-style. I guess you would say she wasn't much of a catch, but I remember thinking at the time that there was a certain sleaziness about her looks which really turned me on. 

Figuring I had nothing to lose, I slid down to her end of the table. I introduced myself and launched into my usual patter about the weather and local sports teams. She was obviously bored, but she politely sipped her beer and listened to my monologue. When her beer was empty, she said that she needed to go pee. Without thinking I blurted out "can I watch?" To this day, I'm not sure why I say it. Maybe I was trying to be sarcastic since I figured she was using the bathroom as an excuse to slip out the back door. In any case, I never expected her reaction. She sat back down, leaned forward, looked me straight in the eyes and said "really?" The intensity of her stare and the seriousness in her tone took me completely by surprise. I didn't know what to say. I sat there for what felt like an eternity before I finally choked out "sure." She stood up, extended her hand and said "Well then, lets go." 

This was the first time I had seen her standing. Although I had noticed that she was on the plump side, I hadn't expected her to have such a heavy bottom. Her white nursing slacks were tight against her large round ass. Her tight slacks and small breasts may have helped make her ass and thighs seem disproportionately large, but there was just no denying it, this woman had a big butt! I just sat there staring at her, trying to figure out what I was getting into. Finally she said "are you coming or not?" Still dazed, I got up and took her hand. She lead me toward the back of the bar to the rear exit which led into an alley behind the bar. I asked her where we were going, and she replied that she had an apartment just around the corner. Still holding her hand we walked down the alley together. When I finally had regained enough composure to ask just what she had planned for me, she just said "Shhh, just enjoy the moment. I'll take care of everything." We walked the rest of the way in silence. 

When we got to her apartment, she lead me straight to the bedroom. She told me very matter-of-factly to take off my clothes and lay on the bed. As I undressed, she stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips and watched. When I pulled my jockey shorts off to reveal my rock hard erection, I saw her smile for the very first time. Without a word, she gestured for me to lie down on the bed. After I did so, she reached behind my head and pulled out two dark strips of material from beneath the mattress and began to tie the end of one to my wrist. I must have had panic written all over my face as she stopped immediately and said "Don't worry, they're just silk ties. I'll tie them loose so you can get free if you really want to." I nodded my head sheepishly and she continued to tie my wrists. She then pulled the ends of two more ties from under the end of the mattress and tied my ankles. She tucked two pillows under the back of my head so that my head was angled so that I could see the foot of the bed. I gently tested my restraints and found that although loose as promised, my movement was limited to swaying slightly from side to side. 

Once my "host" felt I was properly positioned, she went to the foot of the bed and began to slowly undress. She began by unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a white lace bra. Next she pulled down her slacks, all the while, staring me straight in the eyes. Next she turned and slowly bent over, showing me her big ass which was barely covered by her white cotton panties. She slowing began to pull them down to reveal her huge pillowy ass cheeks. Turning, she caught me licking my lips and said "like what you see so far?" I just nodded and gave her my best lecherous grin. All she said was "good" as she climbed onto the bed. Straddling my chest, her pussy was only a foot from my face. It was covered with a thick thatch of brown hair which started as a little trickle of hair at the navel and grew into a dark triangle which disappeared between her meaty thighs. Very slowly and deliberately, she began to play with her pussy. At first just by running her fingers through the hair. Gradually, her fingers began to probe between her plump pussy lips. As she spread them, I could see her prominent pink labia and the bud of her swollen clitoris. I was mesmerized by the sight and the smell. My cock was aching as I drooled over the beautiful pussy that was being fingered just inches from my face. She seemed to be approaching orgasm when she suddenly stopped teasing her swollen clit and spread her pussy wide with both hands. I was admiring her beautiful pussy now fully engorged and literally dripping with juice when a squirt of hot pee hit me square in the face. In all the excitement of being tied up and watching my chubby nurse masturbate, I had completely forgotten that it was my sarcastic comment about watching her pee that begun this adventure. 

After the initial shock of the first blast of pee, I watched with fascination and lust as a beautiful golden stream of pee sprayed out of her hot hairy pussy soaking my face and hair. I tried to position my head so that I could catch the stream in my mouth, but her gyrating hips kept the stream of pee criss crossing my face. I couldn't believe that I actually wanted her to pee in my mouth! 'Want' wasn't the right word, I needed to taste her pee. I was going crazy with lust! My cock was bobbing uncontrollably and my balls ached. My mouth was wide open, my tongue extended catching all the hot pee I could as the stream moved back and forth across my face. Finally, she stopped her teasing and aimed the hot spray right into my mouth. I gulped down a couple of mouthfuls before she finally stopped. Using the head of the bed for support, she raised herself to her feet and positioned herself so that she was standing over me straddling my crotch. Placing her hands on her hips, she closed her eyes and let go another long stream of hot pee. Since she was not holding her pussy open this time, instead of a solid stream, pee sprayed all over. Some sprayed on my chest, but most of the golden liquid dripped straight down on my cock and balls. 

When her bladder was finally empty, she turned around to show me her great big ass. She got down on all fours and slowly backed her butt into my face. I attempted to lick her pussy, but she repositioned herself so that her tight little asshole was pressed against my lips. I had never licked a women's ass before, and didn't really know what I should do. I licked it, sucked it, even tried to bury my tongue deep inside it. Apparently I was doing something right as I could hear her moaning softly and she began to slowly grind her pussy against my chest. 

I could feel her hot breath on my cock and balls as I hungrily licked her asshole. Occasionally I would feel her mouth or tongue on my inner thighs or balls. At first I thought she was trying to tease me, but I soon realized that she was lapping up any pee that remained on my crotch! She was careful to avoid my cock as I think she knew that the slightest stimulation would make me cum. 

After several delicious minutes of ass licking, she tilted her ass slightly, pulling her asshole from my lips. Without warning she let go a large fart right in my face! The smell was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was so intense I felt dizzy and I almost came! She lowered her asshole back to my lips and I resumed my tonguing with even greater passion. Several times she tilted her hips to position her asshole directly in front of my nose to pass gas. Each time I would inhale deeply before resuming my tongue worship of her ass. After what seemed like hours, she pulled her ass from my face and repositioned it about a foot away from my face. Reaching back with both hands she pulled her big ass cheeks wide apart to expose her hot hairy pussy and the dark brown asshole I had been sucking so feverishly. Once again I saw her tilt her hips slightly, and I watched her little brown asshole began to open slightly. Too my surprise, no gas rushed out. For a moment I was confused, but then I realized what was happening. She was going to shit on me! Although I had done things tonight that I never thought I would do (and loved them), this was just to much! Her asshole continued to widen and I could begin to see the end of a large turd just inside the opening. She continued to push and I saw the turd slowly begin to emerge from her asshole. All of a sudden, she relaxed and the turd quickly slipped back inside out-of-site. She repeated this several times, each time exposing a little more of the turd. As she did this I found myself beginning to feel that crazy lust build back up inside of me until I was actually craning my neck and sticking out my tongue in an attempt to reach her shit! After several more teases, she finally pushed several inches of firm brown shit out of her ass. It hung from her asshole for a moment and then dropped to my chest. The smell was, well, you can imagine! 

She continued to push, until 2 more large firm turds lay steaming on my chest. She had shit so close to my face that I was actually able to touch the last turd with my tongue as it fell from her asshole and landed on my chest. When she was all done, she said "please clean me up" and once again backed her big ass into my face. As I feverishly licked and sucked her dirty asshole, she squirmed excitedly on my chest. I could feel her wet pussy smearing her warm shit all over my neck and chest. I could tell that she was very near orgasm from the twitching of her thigh muscles. Just as she began to moan, she grabbed my cock roughly in her hand and began to stroke it. With only a few strokes of her hand I was convulsing beneath her. I had my face buried so deep between her ass cheeks I couldn't even breath. I literally went out of my mind! The intensity of my orgasm was like nothing I had experienced before or since. I think she orgasmed too, but I was so absorbed in the intensity of my own orgasm, that I couldn't tell. She continued to pump my cock until I finally relaxed and let my tongue slip from her gaping asshole. We laid there in a smelly heap for several minutes before she finally crawled off me. She had shit smeared on her stomach and in her pubic hair as well as a big gob of my cum in her hair. I must have been quite a sight too because she looked down at me, made a face and said "yuk, what a mess!." Grabbing some tissues from the head of the bed she scooped up most of the shit laying on my neck and chest and then rushed out of the room. She returned in a couple of minutes wearing a bathrobe and carrying a pan of soapy water and a towel. Sitting beside me on the bed, she gave me quick but efficient sponge bath. I made no attempts at conversation as I still hadn't regained my composure from the intensity of my orgasm. 

When my sponge bath was complete, she untied my hands and feet and handed me my clothes. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she said "sorry to poop and run, but I've got to hop in the shower. I'm already late for a dinner date with friends. Could you be a dear and let yourself out?" Still a bit dazed I nodded in agreement, and she disappeared through the bedroom door. After I got dressed, I heard the shower running in the bathroom, so as requested, I let myself out. As I made the long walk back to the dorm, I tried to sort out everything that had happened. I couldn't believe all the sick things I had done, yet I had loved every minute of it! This was definitely the most exciting sexual experience I had ever had and I hadn't kissed her or even seen her breasts. Hell, I never even asked her her name! 

When I got back to the dorm, I took a long hot shower, trying to get rid of the smell, but no matter how much I scrubbed, it seemed to linger. It was several days before I got over the shock of what I had done. I kept thinking that you just don't do those types of things and enjoy them. 

The semester ended and I went home for the summer. My initial feelings of shock and disgust gradually gave way to lust and the first day of my junior year I went back to her apartment. Sweaty with anticipation I knocked on the apartment door. Much to my dismay, I was met at the door by an oriental grad student. He politely told me that he had moved in over the summer and had never met the previous tenant. 

For the last fifteen years now, I have been watching for her on the street, in bars and shopping malls. But even if I never see her again, I will never ever forget the afternoon I spent with my naughty nurse.

Night Nurse



Andrew frowned into the darkness, why did she turn out my light? I wanted to read he thought, helpless in traction he was not able to do much for himself and had to rely on the nurses.

Most of them were great but the regular night nurse was an absolute bitch. She was curt with him and never smiled at him or sat with him for a chat. He watched her nursing everyone else on the ward and she was friendly, chatting and smiling at everyone but him. 

What made it worse for him was that he thought she was gorgeous, just the way he liked women, short with a well-rounded figure and masses of dark hair that she wore up in a ponytail. She used to unzip her uniform at the front just enough so that he caught a glimpse of her cleavage when she leaned over him and he could have sworn when he saw her from a distance with other patients she had it zipped right up. 

She is coming on to me I am sure of it he thought, his conclusion was proved right when later on the night round she popped into his room to check on him. She bent over right in his line of sight to pick up something off the floor. She didn't bend her knees though she kept her legs straight and he couldn't believe it when her rising dress revealed that wasn't wearing any knickers and he saw her naked round ass and pussy lips peeking at him. 

Turning around she walked over to his bed and slammed a tiny bit of paper on to his dresser "try not to make such a mess" she said sternly and stalked out but not before leaning over him so he could see a good portion of her round breasts.

What a tease he groaned to himself, she definitely did that on purpose; the little slut!

She continued to tantalise him and tease him for a good two weeks before the blessed day came when the Dr ordered his caste removed. He had another week or so to get back on his feet and then he would be discharged and come to outpatients for physio.

He was wobbly on his feet that day and needed a frame to get around the ward but it was heaven to be able to go to the toilet by himself and along to the day room for dinner.

Over the next three days he concentrated hard practicing his walking and building his leg strength. He would grit his teeth and look away when the night nurse came in to his room. He would pretend to be asleep but he was aware of her moving around his room. On the third night he was pretending to sleep when she came in, so he got quite a surprise when he felt the bedcovers being removed. 

"What are you doing he said?" 

"Oh your awake" said the nurse "Good, you didn't have a shower today, the day nurses said you were too tired and I don't want to nurse a smelly patient so I am going to bed sponge you." 

Before he could say no she had reached behind his neck and untied his gown and removed it. Staring at her in complete disbelief he saw she had everything ready. 

"Be quiet," she snapped as he opened his mouth to tell her to go away. Grabbing a flannel and some soap she proceeded to wet down his chest and belly, then she used her soapy hands to massage his groin, her zip was quite low tonight and he could see her bra and breasts as she leaned forward. 

He couldn't help but feel aroused by her soapy hands and the sight of her breasts, he felt his cock swelling as she continued to wash him. 

"Oh for crying out loud" she said angrily as she noticed his erection, "Really Mr Peters can't you control yourself?" 

"Well perhaps if you pulled your zip up and let me wash myself it wouldn't happen" he replied getting angry himself now. 

She had been teasing him for weeks and now here she was soaping up his body, showing off her charms and getting angry with him for reacting like a normal healthy male!

"You know" he said "You are really uptight for a nurse I bet you don't have a boyfriend!" 

Glaring at him she threw the flannel on the bed, "I don't have to listen to this" she said "Finish you're your own sponge bath" and she stormed out of his room.

Right, he thought I am going to teach that little uptight bitch a lesson and he quickly finished washing himself then he grabbed a towel, wrapped it round his waist and carefully got out of bed. He was able to get by now using elbow crutches and could move around quite quickly. Out in the corridor he could see all the room doors were shut and the only sound was the radio in the nurses coffee room right at the end of the ward past the day room. 

As he went past the nurse's station he could see the board that showed that the other nurse had just left on her dinner break. The hospital cafeteria was away on the other side of the hospital, which meant that his nurse was all alone for at least half an hour.

Grinning to himself he went down to the nurses coffee room, sure enough there she was reading a magazine in the dim light her shoes off and her feet curled up on a sofa. 

Quietly he shut the door behind him she was so engrossed in her reading she didn't notice him till he was standing right over her. 

"What on earth are you doing out of bed" she demanded standing up. 

In her bare feet the top of her head barely came as high as his chest, without answering her he dropped his crutches on the floor grabbed her around her waist and swung himself around to sit on the couch with her in his arms. 

He had keep his weight lifting going while he had been in traction and his arm muscles were bulging. Pulling her roughly onto his lap he slapped one hand over her mouth and kept her arms pinned at her sides with his other arm wrapped tightly around her. 

"Now you listen to me," he whispered angrily in her ear, "You have been flashing your tits and pussy at me for weeks, and not once have you smiled at me. You treat me like I am dirt and then you have the nerve to come into my room and touch me in a way that makes me horny and get pissy at me for it."  

"God damn it" he continued, "I am not going to stand for it. Now the only reason I can think of for your nasty behaviour is that you want me as bad as I want you, so I am going to take my hands off you and if you get up I will go back to bed but if you don't I am going to fuck you so hard you will never forget it." 

He could feel her heart slamming against his arm and as he spoke he noticed her breathing speeding up. Carefully he took his hand off her mouth and released his grip on her, she didn't move. She stayed perched on his lap with her back to him, her chest rising and falling as she breathed quickly.

He smiled, this was going to be one sweet fuck! Pulling her against his chest he reached around and unzipped her uniform as low as it would go. Her breasts were encased in a white lace bra and they were large and round with huge dark nipples; which were already erect. Nuzzling her neck her proceeded to pinch and rub her nipples through her bra, she was moaning softly and pressing back into his chest.

"Kneel," he said in her ear and she obliged bringing her legs up onto the couch on either side of his lap so her bottom was against his belly. He slid his hands up her thighs knowing she would have no knickers on. He reached one hand around to her pusssy and gently squeezed her labia. He could feel moisture on them and his cock started to get very hard as she started to rub her pussy against his hand.

Growling with lust he lifted her up and turned her so that she was facing him astride his lap.

"Look at me" he said and she did slowly glancing up at him with wide brown eyes full of desire "Undo my towel" he instructed her, she did as she was told. 

His erect penis sprang up and slapped his belly it was a good seven inches and very thick and veined with a big fat pink head on it. His cock had pre cum coating the tip and he smiled as she stared at it licking her lips unconsciously. 

Slipping her uniform off her shoulders he undid her bra and buried his face between her large tits as they came free. She stared to stroke his thick cock with both of her small hands and he planted his hands on her breasts and proceeded to tug and twist her nipples. 

His lips kissed hers and he thrust his tongue into her moist warm mouth. She tasted delicious and sucked gently on his tongue as he increased his nipple play, he could hear her gasping with pleasure as he rubbed and tugged on her hard nipples. His penis was throbbing now and so very hard. 

He could feel her juices flowing onto his thighs and suddenly he let go of her breasts lifted her up and slammed her down on his cock. 

"OH Uhgggggh" she moaned as his thick cock thrust into her tight wet pussy. She threw her head back and moaned with pleasure as he fucked her tight and hard her tits bouncing against his chest. He thrust into her over and over stopping every few strokes and just letting the fat head of his cock stretch her cunt lips. He teased her like this again and again until she was struggling against him trying to push herself down onto his cock. 

Her eyes were wild with lust and she glared at him, "You bastard" she groaned. 

"Go on say it" he laughed in her face, "Beg me to fuck you; you dirty horny little nurse!" He was much stronger than her and refused to let her impale herself on his penis even though she tried. 

Finally she said in a low angry voice, "Fuck me!" 

"Louder" he said grinning evilly "And call yourself a dirty slut."

"Fine!" she said raising her voice "You win! FUCK ME!" she was practically yelling now "Fuck this dirty slut you fucking bastard!" 

Before she had even finished speaking he had lifted her right off his lap and swinging himself upright he pulled the rest of her uniform down and bent her naked over the end of the sofa.

"Now you're going to get it," he grunted. 

Spreading her legs wide apart he grasped her arse cheeks and rammed his penis hard and slow and as far as he could into her wet little pussy. She was tight and hot and moaned as he fucked her hard and slow. Her juices coated his cock as he thrust it in and pulled it out making his strokes come all the way out so that his fat cock head was stretching her opening again before pushing it back in nice and hard. She could feel his whole length as his penis rammed into her vagina. 

"Rub your clit," he said and she obeyed rubbing her clit furiously as he fucked her until her pussy was swollen and she came twice; impaled on his penis as her vagina contracted around it and she screamed with pleasure.

Pulling out of her he picked her up and laid her on her back on the table, so that her cunt was at the same level as his hips. Lifting her legs up he put them over his shoulders and grabbing her large tits in his hands he fucked her so deep she was crying out in pain as well as pleasure. He pounded her deep, hard and slow until he felt his balls tighten up and his penis unloaded gush after gush of pent up creamy cum into her tight hot swollen pussy.

 She lay there on the table panting and moaning and looking up at him exhausted as he pulled his cock out and wrapped his towel back around his waist. 

"You better clean up in here before the other nurse returns" he said laughing. She was naked and flushed and there was cum dripping out of her pussy onto the table and the floor as she stared at him too fucked to move.

"And by the way" he said as he grabbed his crutches and started to leave the room, "Tomorrow night I expect a much better sponge bath nurse!"



Night Nurse



“Go check on Mr. Jonis,” Gloria the shift supervisor said as April checked in for her shift.

April sighed. As the new kid on the block, Gloria enjoyed giving April all the nastiest jobs that came up. She’s never thought that nurses went though hazing, but this was pretty damned close to it. “Probably another bed pan that needs changing,” she thought.

At the door to Mr., Jonis’s room, April stopped to check the patient’s chart. Mr. Jonis was a Latvian sailor who’d had both legs crushed when a cargo container shifted and trapped him against a bulkhead. The prognosis was good for a full recovery, but Mr. Jonis had both legs in traction and was on heavy narcotic pain killers. The notes on the chat said, “Patient may experience constipation. Give patient enema if no bowel movement.” 

April replaced the chart and walked into the room. Mr. Jonis was a big, brawny, man. April could see well defined muscles in the man’s thighs and arms. Jonis's skin was wind and sun cured to a leathery texture. His face was etched by the weather with deep lines that gave him a craggy countenance. There appeared to be perpetual stubble on his chin.

“How are you doing, Mr. Jonis?” April asked.

“Hurt like hell and I can’t move!” Jonis barked in guttural, heavily accented English. “How you think I’m doing?”

“I think you’re doing very well, all things considered,” April said trying to be cheery. 

“Yeah?” Jonis sputter somewhere between a cough and a laugh. “You think it’s fun having your ass in the air all day?”

“No,” April said. “But you’re making a good recovery.”

“I can’t shit,” Jonis grunted.

“That’s a side effect of the pain meds.” April said. “I can give you an enema…”

“It ain’t the drugs! I’m too fuckin’ horny!” Jonis barked as he threw back his gown to reveal his fully erect penis. “Can’t shit unless I get this down.”

April blushed looking at the exposed erection. She knew things like this happened. She’d just never encountered it before. “Err,” she murmured, “If you’d like me to give you a few minutes to take care of that, I can come back.”

“No,” Mr. Jonis grunted in exasperation. “I can’t reach it without hurting. You do it for me.”

“Now, Mr. Jonis,” April blurted, “that’s not very nice to ask.”

“Who’s talking nice?” Jonis grunted. “It’s medical! You take care of it.”

April felt embarrassed by all of this. Her cheeks burned. One of her nursing instructors had told her once that it was sometimes OK to give a patient a quick hand job if the situation called for it. It wasn’t really professional, but expedient. 

“OK, Mr. Jonis,” April said. “Just this once.”

Once committed, April found she had another problem. Mr. Jonis was a huge man and he was trussed up with his legs in traction. April stood 5 foot nothing and couldn’t reach his cock without leaning on him too heavily. She decided to kick off her sensible nurse’s shoes and climb up on the bed. She settled in between Mr. Jonis’s suspended legs and gently began massaging his penis. April felt really strange, because where she was sitting; she was looking straight at the man’s ass. 

“Nice,” Mr. Jonis said. “Could you maybe give it a little suck?”

“Am I a whore?” April thought. She looked at the penis in her hand and smiled. It’s a nice cock; big, but not too big. It looked yummy. So April sat up a little straighter and put the head of the cock in her mouth. She loved the way the cock seemed to swell and grow even bigger as she licked the head while she stroked the shaft. April felt her pussy getting wet as she slurped on the big dick. She took a little more of it into her mouth with each stroke. She hated to admit it, but she really loved to suck cock.

“Good,” Mr. Jonis moaned. “Very good.”

April kept sucking, losing herself in the sensations of the throbbing cock in her mouth. She loved the way it shuddered. She knew Jonis was about to cum. She knew she should finish him by hand. She heard a groan and was startled by a flood of salty semen flooding her mouth. It was such a huge load that April neatly gagged. “How long has it been since this guy jacked?” April though. Without thinking about it, April swallowed the jizz and kept sucking until the cock went soft in her mouth. 

“Feel better,” she asked.

“Yes,” Jonis said breathlessly. “I want to ask you to do something else. It feels really good. Would you lick my asshole?”

April’s pussy throbbed. “Such a dirty man,” she though. She looked at his puckered asshole and her pussy grew wetter. “It’s such a nasty thing to ask,” she whispered.

“In my country, it’s not nasty thing,” Jonis said. “I lick my wife’s ass all the time. It makes me feel good.”

April felt very embarrassed, but very turned on too. “What could it hurt,” she thought as she slid her pretty pink tongue across the sailor’s balls and down the crack of his ass. She was startled by the tangy taste when her tongue touched the asshole. Her clit throbbed though so she licked around it and then began probing the hole with her tongue. “This is really wicked,” she thought.

April started rubbing her clit through her soaked panties as she pushed her tongue deeper into Jonis’s ass. She moaned. She was ashamed of herself, but she was really enjoying tongue fucking this strange man’s ass.

Then it happened. Mr. Jonis grunted and his sphincter suddenly went slack. April’s tongue was not longer probing a guy’s ass; it was engulfed in a flood of almost liquid shit! Before she had time to react, April’s mouth was filled with the hot poop. She gagged on the foul flood that filled her mouth and poured over her face and flowed down her uniform blouse. Her head jerked back and she inadvertently swallowed a mouthful of turd.

April sat back in shock. He face was covered in slick brown goo. Her clothes were covered in shit. She burned with shame and embarrassment. “What would people think if they saw her like this?”

Then she heard Jonis laughing. “You like that? Tasty?”

“You bastard,” April whispered through clenched teeth. “I should break you legs again for that.”

“You won’t.” Jonis said with a cruel smile. “You’d loose your job. What you will do, it finish cleaning my ass. It’s got shit on it.”

April was already wiping her face with a towel and moved to use it on Mr. Jonis when he said, “No. Use your tongue. Clean my dirty ass with your tongue.” April stared at him in disbelief. He held up the call button and said, “Lick me clean or I get your nursing friends in here to see what you like to do.”

April’s eyes welled with tears. This was the worst thing she’s ever been through. She leaned over and licked the feces from the crazed Latvian’s cheeks. She slurped the funk from his crack. She licked the bung from his hole. She swallowed the foul dregs on her tongue as it dawned on her that she was still frigging her clit! She was being degraded, treated like something less than human, and she was more turned on than she could ever remember. 

“Good, Good,” Jonis said. “You’re almost done.”

“What?” April stammered.

“Now put my cock in your mouth again!” Jonis commanded. 

April did without protest this time. When she had the soft prick in her mouth, she felt a soft, salty trickle begin to flow. She sucked the cock harder. The flow become strong as the urine flooded her mouth. April’s fingers jammed into her sopping pussy as she drank down the Latvian’s urine. The cock grew hard in her mouth as she sucked the pee our as if she were sucking sperm. She felt a burning wave of shame pass over her when she came harder than she ever remembered while sucking piss! She kept sucking that cock until she and Jonis came again, then she collapsed backwards on the bed. 

April quickly realized that she was overdue on her rounds. She got up and quickly cleaned up the linens and stuffed her soiled uniform into a trash bag. She put a hospital gown on and tucked it into her unsoiled pants. She’d have some explaining to do, but she still could get through this without being totally humiliated.

As she got ready to leave the sick room, Mr. Jonis called to her. “I’m though with bed pans. I’m through with those urinal things. From now on, I save it for you.”



Night Nurse



The rivalry between Burgnew University and Wallcorn State had existed for some thirty-seven years, encompassing every sport the two schools competed in. But the fiercest rivalry gestated sixteen years ago, when the two high end universities started meeting more and more frequently in the interscholastic divisional football playoffs. The heat of that rivalry had become almost volcanic in the last dozen years, when, with rare exception, the two football juggernauts collided year after year for the state championship. Almost every game came down to the wire, last second heroics always seeming to turn the tide or cement a championship.

For most of those years, the Burgnew Bullies and the Wallcorn Wild Boars were so evenly matched that even the so-called experts hedged their bets. But then, inexplicably, the last five meetings in a row between the bitter adversaries ended in favor of the Bullies, three of them decidedly one-sided affairs. It nearly broke the spirit of the Wild Boars, and each consecutive loss to their cross-county rivals was more bitter than the last.

But this year their hope was renewed. Although Burgnew went 11-1 in divisional play, Wallcorn had gone unbeaten, 12-0, for the first time ever. Their star running back, Ricky DeLong, had been nigh unstoppable all season, racking up just over 2000 rushing yards in their unbeaten swath of destruction. They had systematically dismantled opponents, offensively and defensively, all season, and they were on top of the world. 

Still, their last five consecutive defeats at the hands of the Bullies haunted them. Having met them in the latter part of the regular season, brimming with confidence and thinking they'd steamroll right over their rivals, they'd only managed to defeat them by a mere two points...and only then because time had run out on the Bullies' last minute, resurgent offense. Given that hard fought, questionable victory, and their recent championship defeats at the hands of the Bullies, the Wild Boars, who had brimmed with confidence all year, suddenly found themselves entertaining doubts -- doubts they hadn't had all season -- about the outcome of this sixth, most recent championship clash. 

And well they should. The Bullies, smug as ever, played just as rough and determined as did the Boars all season, their only loss coming at the hands of their rivals...and that loss stuck in their craws, like a great, choking ball of bile that kept them from swallowing. They felt they should've won that game. They felt they didn't lose it, really, they'd just run out of time. And revenge, so close now, would taste sweeter than honey.

Apparently forgetting all but the last five years, the Bullies had come to think of the Boars as their personal patsies, despite their impressive unbeaten record. So they'd beaten them by two points in the regular season, but this was the championship...and surely the Bullies would OWN them again this year.

The championship game was exactly the same type of battle the two teams had engaged in a mere four weeks past. The Bullies showed neither the #1 offense, nor the #2 defense of the Boars the slightest respect. The Boars, in return -- and despite their self doubts -- fought equally as tenaciously, and showed equally little respect for the Bullies. In effect, it was a battle of guts, brawn and wills. Every point, every yard, was yielded grudgingly by both teams. Each offensive gain was punished by merciless, bone-jarring defensive hits. Every player gave 110%. It was the irresistible force meeting the immovable object. Classic, gut-wrenching football at its finest. Young, strong bodies willing to sacrifice all for school and glory.

For fifty-nine minutes and forty-nine seconds the two teams clashed like avenging demons. With a mere eleven ticks left on the clock, the sweating, weary Boars were in jeopardy of losing their perfect season. The arrogant Bullies had the Boars' backs to the wall. The score was 19-15 in favor of the Bullies with a paltry eleven seconds left. And although the Boars were within easy field goal range on the Bullies' nine yard line, they needed more than a mere kick to win. They were out of time outs. Their offense was spent, nearly to the point of collapse. But...so was the Bullies defense.

Even though it was nine long yards to paydirt, the Boars' head coach felt he had to go to his ace. And even though the offense had scored a seemingly meager 15 points all day, fullback Ricky DeLong had been their shining star on offense, gaining a stunning, hard-earned 168 yards. But he was also bruised and battered to the bone. The coach knew the odds were against a successful nine yard running play, especially with the tenacity of the Bullies' front line. But with eleven seconds left, no time outs remaining, their receivers hounded into ineffectiveness all day by the Bullies' secondary, and fourth down staring them in the face, he felt he had to go to his best athlete. Nine yards...one play...for all the marbles. This was it. It had come down to this.

It was a simple play, but it had worked on a couple of occasions already. Everyone in the stands knew it was coming. So did the Bullies' defense. They were chomping at the bit. Like crazed animals, the defensive line, linebackers and secondary were all salivating, every single glazed eye glaring menacingly at Ricky DeLong. He had a bullseye on his forehead, and each of the eleven players on the defense wanted to be the one whose arrow pierced it. Each wanted to be the hero who brought DeLong to his knees short of the end zone.

Every fan in the stadium was standing, chanting, either for the offense or the defense. Amidst this deafening roar, the Boars' exhausted, gritty quarterback slammed the ball into Ricky's midsection, and all seemed to proceed in slow motion from there. The halfback scooted straight ahead, faking a run up the middle. No one even looked at him. The offensive right tackle and guard pulled right, Ricky pounding along behind them. The entire Bullies defense moved to their left, a wall of sweat and muscle. To the credit of the Boars' front line, and even their receivers, most of that sweaty bulk was mowed down, blocked, or slammed grunting to the turf below. But the defensive left end and the snarling, massive middle linebacker slipped through, their sights solely on DeLong. When all the bodies had finally fallen to the ground, opposing players negating one another in a spray of sweat and mud, only three determined bodies remained upright.

Now churning along unprotected, his blocking decimated despite a heroic display of tenacity, Ricky's eyes grew wide as he saw the steamrolling defensive end and middle linebacker bearing down on him. By this time he'd reached the five yard line. The two blocks of granite in muddy spikes closed in. Holding the ball curled tightly in the crook of his right arm, Ricky held out his left in a stiff arm attempt to ward off the onrushing defensive end. Instinctively, he lowered his head and prepared for a more solid collision with the drooling linebacker, growling and screaming his own determination. In his mind, he simply REFUSED to go down. Whatever it took, he would cross that white line.

The collision was, simply put, indescribably awesome. Neither team had ever seen anything like it before. At the exact same instant, all three players, hurtling at breakneck speed directly toward one another, lowered their heads for impact. Once their heads were down, they could no longer see to avoid disaster. Hence, DeLong's arm totally missed the onrushing end, slipping ineffectively off his outside shoulder. That attempt having failed, his body was completely vulnerable to the equally blind rush of the defensive duo. The three careening athletes hurled toward each other blindly and with the building momentum of runaway locomotives. A recipe for tragedy.

Three young, helmeted heads met with the force of slamming sledgehammers. The sound of helmet on helmet on helmet was so loud it was heard over the cheering cacophony that filled the stadium. Two seconds after the explosive impact, the stadium was deadly silent. When the once cheering crowd saw what ensued following impact, that sonic void was replaced by fearful moans and gasps.

The defensive end, his back bent into a near horseshoe shape from the force of the hit due to DeLong's greater momentum, blacked out instantly. For a brief moment, he stubbornly clung to the running back's left arm, then staggered a few feet toward the sideline, slumped to his knees, and fell flat on his face, his helmet turned around so that his face guard protected only the nape of his neck.

The snarling linebacker went silent as the force of the collision spun his body up and over DeLong's left shoulder, in nearly the same area where his unconscious fellow defenseman had been only a scant second ago. He whirled in the air over and behind the stunned running back, reaching out his right hand in one last attempt to grasp his escaped prey's elusive jersey in one last hope of bringing his man down. He would have succeeded, had it not been for the fact that the explosive force had also sent DeLong's body into an airborne spin, making an accurate stab at any part of him nearly impossible.

So concentrated had the linebacker been in taking down his adversary, that even as his airborne body spun out of control toward the sideline, his helmet sailing past the sideline cameraman like a bullet, his eyes still locked on his escaped prey. He'd made contact with him, and even if he couldn't make the tackle, if DeLong went down short of the goal line, the Bullies had won. Sadly, he too was unconscious before he hit the ground, and did not see the final outcome.

Ricky, stinging pain leaping along his arms and legs as he whirled through the air toward the goal line, tried desperately to twist and turn his body so that he would fall beyond the line and score the winning touchdown. His head was dizzy and his eyesight blurred from both the impact and his body's vertical spinning. His reeling eyes caught glimpses of turf then sky, turf then sky, over and over as he sailed goalward. When he finally came to earth, he was a yard short. But he'd landed on his feet, staggering, disoriented, his jelly like legs about to collapse beneath his weight. The jolt to his knees sent searing blasts of pain along the entire length of both legs, from hips to heels. And, he noted dismally through his mental haze, he was facing AWAY from the goal line. 

Knees buckling, head swirling in a haze of pain and exhaustion, he turned himself around and took two wobbly steps, forcing himself forward despite the sparks dancing along his every nerve ending. Finally, down he went, like a marionette whose strings had just been cut. His mind had gone black...lights out. As he slumped earthward, his legs looked like just so much rubber. His helmet was several yards back on the field, and when he landed face first on the turf, his cheek grazed and was cut by the shoulder pad that had popped from his jersey at the instant of impact with the two defensemen. He lay motionless. But his upper body, from the waist up -- including the football still locked tightly between the crook of his arm and his chest -- was in the end zone. He'd scored. But there was no cheering, no booing, no elation or any audible emotion of any kind. Silence ruled the stadium for several long seconds.

That's when the groans started, the gasps, the flurry of movement. What once seemed like slow motion, now seemed like a jerky old sixteen millimeter Charlie Chaplin caper. Players from both teams ran to their fallen comrades, but stopped short, afraid to touch them. All three players were unconscious. The defensive end still lay where he landed, face down, arms limp at his sides, palms up alongside his hips, the back of his head staring out through his faceguard. He breathed, but did not move. The linebacker lay on his back on the sideline, helmetless and with his closed eyes aimed sightlessly at the sky. His fingers on one hand twitched. Otherwise, he was motionless. He too, breathed. Ricky DeLong lay in the end zone on his stomach, likewise unmoving, though breathing. His unprotected head would have hit the turf much harder had it not glanced off of his shoulder pad first. Despite his unconscious state, his right arm still clutched the football tightly. It had to be pried from his arm.

Team physicians and coaches rushed to the fallen athletes. Slowly, all three players came around, though groggy and in understandable pain. Still, no chances were taken. Ambulances were called. All three were put in neck braces and immovable restraints to be sent immediately to the hospital for Cat Scans. Nothing was left to chance. Young men's futures were at stake here.

The formality of the extra point was conducted, but no one's mind was truly in it. It made no difference, anyway. Extra point or no, the Wild Boars had triumphed. Only the actual score would be changed, not the outcome of the contest. So the kick was made, but the players on the field looked numb, lethargic. Both teams were worried about their players. The Bullies had two teammates to be concerned for, while the Boars had the questionable "luxury" of only having one teammate to pray for.

Good news was had all around. All Cat Scans were negative, except the one showing Ricky DeLong's moderate concussion. All neurological checks showed the athletes were otherwise just fine, though in need of some serious recuperation. But they would all walk, talk...and play football again. Considering the possibilities of such a spine-jarring impact, they were all lucky indeed. They'd each come millimeters away from becoming crippled for life.

The two injured Bullies were more upset at the their first championship loss in several years than they were in their injuries. Already they were vowing revenge next year, gritting their teeth through their muscle aches and the "stingers" they'd endured. Ricky DeLong had his school's victory, and the fact that he'd be a school hero for a long time to come -- which was a shoo in with the ladies -- to assuage his pains and the news of his concussion. After all, if he had to suffer a concussion, what better time to get one than the last play of the championship game? Even more reason he'd be a hero with the ladies. After today, he'd have his pick of women, both at the college and outside of it. What's a little concussion when the future looked so bright?

Though Ricky sighed expectantly - even through the pain and mental fogginess he experienced upon regaining consciousness - at the hero worship he'd surely receive, he had no true idea of just what lay in store for him in the near future. Things do not always happen as one plans them. Ricky would learn that soon enough. Almost immediately, in fact. And he'd learn much more than that. Much, much more. The next few hours for Ricky DeLong would encompass a lifetime of learning and experience, rolled into one chilly, dark night.

And it would all begin at the hospital's change of shifts, when the night nurse would come on duty. The moment she entered his room, his life would change completely...and forever.       Shortly after admittance to the hospital, Ricky DeLong found himself more exhausted than at any other time in his admittedly brief college football career. As if his brain-jarring collision with the Bullies' determined defensive beasts wasn't enough to drain his energy, the series of neurological and psychological tests and the CAT scan that followed further weakened him. Factor in the results of those tests, a definite second degree concussion, and it was no wonder the Wild Boars' star fullback was a glimmer of his former self. On the plus side, no bones had been broken and no damage had been done to his spine. A very lucky thing considering the battering his body had taken on that savage final play. Certainly, he was cautiously assured, he would recover, and most likely fully (though he was given no promises to that effect), but there being no cure for a concussion save rest, and plenty of it, he was placed in a private room for a twenty-four hour period of observation. Under the proper medical supervision, he was encouraged to rest. Followup tests would be done the following day, the results of which would determine whether he stayed at Wallcorn Hospital or was allowed to continue his recuperation at home.

Throughout the evening his vital signs had been constantly and regularly monitored by the evening shift nursing staff. The few visitors that had been allowed had all been ushered out of the room by 8PM. With only the occasional interruption, he was finally allowed the complete rest his battered body, and mind, needed. The door to his room was closed, the lights extinguished, and Ricky fell into a deep, much needed slumber.

Darkness filled his room as if it were almost palpable. Even the autumn moonlight couldn't penetrate it, thanks to the requisite bulky, impenetrable shades blocking the window. But when Ricky awakened with a start, the room seemed to be bathed in some cool, hazy glow. He laughed at himself when he imagined wisps of fog billowing about on both sides of his bed in that ghostly glow. 

As he watched the fog mill about on the floor and near the window, he chuckled out loud at his mind's amusing games, realizing it must be an aftereffect of his concussion. The doctor had warned him his mind might play tricks on him, warned him he might think he was fine when in actuality he wasn't. So, rather than get worked up by the hallucination he was experiencing, he simply joked with himself about it. As he looked through the glowing haze toward the shade-blocked window, thinking that somehow the moon's glow had sneaked through after all, he allowed himself a little personal quip.

"Ooooh," he laughed to himself, "where's Bela Lugosi when you need him?"

"Who's Bela Lugosi?" came a softly spoken reply from behind him, on the other side of his bed.

Nearly jumping out of his skin, Ricky whirled about to see still more fog. But this fog seemed to coalesce into a shape. It looked like the smoke of a campfire trying to take some kind of vertical shape. But he saw no human being in that misty mirage. Then, just as quickly as the rising smoke had appeared, it was gone, dispersing in little tendrils of fog, like a blue, hazy sunburst. Even as his heart raced, he started to chuckle at himself again. Man, oh, man, concussions really DO play tricks with the mind!

"I'm sorry," the soft voice came again, this time from the window side of the bed, "I'm Vanessa. I'll be your nurse during the night shift." As Ricky's neck once again whipped around toward the sound, the soft voice continued. "Now, just who IS this Bela Lugosi person?"

In the light blue glow stood a hazy figure, a figure that sharpened in clarity from second to second. Dressed all in white, even to the crisp nurse's cap, it was obvious that if this was another hallucination, it was at least one that Ricky could enjoy...and exactly the type that Ricky would expect his hormonal mind to produce. If this indeed WAS a creation of his concussed brain, he had every intention of enjoying it fully.

Almost as if on purpose, the glow in the room momentarily focused on this angel in white surrounded by blue. Ricky could see her every feature as if the fluorescent room lights glowed their brightest. Besides the stark whiteness of her uniform, Vanessa's skin was fair. All else about her was either dark or brightly colored. Her smoothly flowing, shoulder length, shiny black hair formed a frame around her light-skinned face. Her eyes were dark and mysterious, seeming to harbor eons of wisdom in their depths, even though she couldn't possibly be more than thirty years old. Her lips shined crimson, moist and inviting. At the end of her sleeves, her fair complexioned hands boasted a quiet power, almost as if she preferred to hide that power for some reason of her own. Her long, thin fingers sported bright red fingernails. Ricky got the impression those nails wanted to be much longer, but were sadly clipped short to avoid violating any hospital dress codes. Her curves could not be hidden beneath nurse whites, and sexuality oozed from her every pore. Her face was beauty personified. One would get the impression that men would die for such beauty, and probably had.




Night Nurse



"Um, hi, Vanessa," he replied, looking her up and down with obvious approval, "I'm Ricky."

"Yes, I know who you are, Ricky. Your name is right there over your bed." She laughed, and her laugh sounded like wind chimes. But there was something different about her voice, even so. It was somehow...resonant, like the echo of a voice in a vast underground cavern.

"Oh, yeah," Ricky replied, "well, then, that's me. All concussed and confused and hallucinating." He laughed.

"Oh, you're not hallucinating at the moment, Ricky. I really am your nurse for tonight. My name really is Vanessa, and you really are in a hospital bed. You just need some rest is all. You'll be fine."

"Well, I don't know..." he began, but was interrupted by Vanessa.

"Now who's this Bela Lugosi person you think should be here for some reason?"

Ricky laughed. The glow around himself and his new guest, which had been centered around his bed at first, seemed to be spreading outward, filling the room. Where blackness existed before, he could now see everything in the room, though no moonlight entered and all lights were out. Every object in the room, including himself and Vanessa, was bathed in a cold, eerie luminescence. Around Vanessa, that luminescence seemed to writhe and undulate.

"Well, if you're not a horror movie buff, you might not understand," he offered.

"Try me," she replied, looking down at him with a sly smile curling her lush, red lips.

Just as he was preparing to explain the whole Bela Lugosi/Dracula thing, something happend which sent a chill skipping along Ricky's spine. Vanessa had been standing alongside his bed approximately even with the middle of his calves. When he opened his mouth to begin enlightening her about Mr. Lugosi, she suddenly seemed to GLIDE toward the head of the bed. There were no usual body movements a person makes when he or she walks...no arm swaying, slight bobbing of the body, normal rotation of the hips...none of that. Her body remained rigid in its stance, standing straight with her arms folded across her chest, as she seemed to roll on silent, unseen wheels until she stood next to his shoulders. She continued to smile down at him, awaiting his Lugosi explanation, as if all was perfectly normal. The incident, small as it seemed, made Ricky's skin crawl. He would be extremely happy when this whole concussion thing was over and done with.

"Wow," Ricky said as air seemed to catch in his throat, "concussions sure can screw with you."

Now Vanessa laughed. She tapped her crimson-nailed fingers on her upper arm. "Lugosi?" she reminded him.

The tinkling, hollow laugh once again wafted through the room as Ricky explained Lugosi's vampiric tour de force in Dracula. Her hands now clasped together at her waist, Vanessa's chest caught Ricky's eyes as it bounced slightly with her laughter. Even the tight uniform could not deter those bouncing orbs. Ricky felt himself getting excited, but somewhere in the back of his mind he still felt chills.

"I see," Vanessa smiled, "you think I'm a vampire? Or maybe you think I SHOULD be, for some reason?"

"Oh, no," Ricky rushed to assure her, "my mind's just playing tricks on me from the concussion. When I made that comment, it was because of the mist I thought I saw. You hadn't even," he swallowed hard, "appeared yet."

"Appeared?" Vanessa seemed amused. "Is that what you think I did? I just...A'PPEARED...before you?"

"Well, no...it's just..." Ricky was becoming embarrassed now. "It's all from the concussion, I think. I'm just seeing and feeling weird things. The doctors warned me that could happen."

"Well, now I'm sad," Vanessa pouted, her lips looking more and more succulent the longer Ricky looked at them. "Here I was thinking you saw me as this great, sexy vampire who could have her way with you any time she wished. Wasn't that always the appeal of the vampire anyway, the eroticism, the sexuality?"

Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, some part of Ricky was wondering why and how he was having this odd discussion about vampires with his night nurse well after 11PM in a darkened room while he hallucinated about fogs and glows. Was it ALL a hallucination? Maybe he wasn't even here. Maybe the football game had never even happened. Maybe...just maybe...this was all just some bizarre dream? It would certainly explain the fairy tale ending of the football game.

While pondering this deep in his confused brain, Ricky was suddenly jolted back to reality by a cold tingle in his right thigh. When he looked down, Vanessa had somehow removed the generic hospital blankets and sheet from his body, having flung them, unbeknownst to him, to the opposite side of the bed. He was uncovered clear down to his ankles, and he'd never even felt it happening. Vanessa's red-tipped fingers were lightly stroking his inner thigh under his flimsy hospital gown, up and down slowly in a foot long cycle between his knee and groin. It felt as if tiny, cold, dancing sparks trailed behind those ruby nails. He couldn't see that hand, but he could see the bulge it caused as it glided along beneath his gown. It looked like some tiny animal was running up and down along his thigh, making his gown rise and fall as it trekked merrily along. He knew he should tell Vanessa to stop rubbing his leg, but he didn't have the will power to do so. Besides, if she was just some concussion-wrought hallucination, what was the harm?

"Isn't that the TRUE allure of the vampire, Ricky?" she continued, "Isn't eroticism and sexuality the real reason people have always had a fascination with vampires? Isn't that what draws us to them, even at our own peril?" Vanessa's voice stroked his mind even as her fingers stroked his thigh, having the same sparking effect in his brain as her fingers did on his flesh.

"Um...Vanessa...I don't know, really. Oh, man, I MUST be hallucinating. Damn, that means I'll probably be in here for days. Shit, I'm gonna miss all the victory parties. That is, assuming I didn't hallucinate the game, too."

Again Vanessa's chimed laughter sounded. "No, Ricky, you're not hallucinating. The game did happen, and you were the hero. You scored the winning touchdown as time ran out. You kept the Boars' undefeated season intact. You beat the Bullies in the championship game for the first time in six years. All of that is real. So is this hospital, and you and I in it. Every bit of it is real. Feel better?"

"I'm not sure," Ricky sighed. "That's all great, but, then, what about the mist and the Lugosi thing and the fact that I can see you clearly in the dark and you're here with me talking about vampires instead of looking after your other patients? Is THAT all real, too? And how do you know so much about the Bullies and Boars? Are you a fan? Do you go to Wallcorn?"

Vanessa's fingers stopped stroking his thigh. The lump created by the creature under his gown remained stationary. Her cool hand rested on his upper thigh, mere inches from the erection that was forming under his gown. Ricky thought that at any moment there would be TWO lumps visible that originated from beneath his hospital robe. And some wicked part of him wondered what Vanessa would do if she saw the second one.

"Let's just say," Vanessa replied, resuming her thigh stroking, "that the hospital isn't very full at the moment, and I can afford to spend a little time here. As for my knowledge of the Bullies and Boars, yes, I'm a fan. Wallcorn is my alma mater. I went there...several years ago. I love football. But, more importantly," she grinned in the hazy gloom, "I love football PLAYERS. They're always so tasty." She grinned down at him. Her hand stopped again, coming to rest with her fingers within flexing distance of Ricky's genitals. If his partial erection had flopped over to his right, instead of to the left where it now rested, Vanessa's fingers would be grazing it just below its swollen helmet.

"Oh, great, my hallucination thinks it's real and went to my college." Ricky laughed. This COULDN'T be real. This gorgeous nurse rubbing his thigh, her fingers having stopped wonderfully close to his right testicle, was as beautiful as they come. She loved football (and football PLAYERS) and was obviously touching him in a most arousing manner. Her smile and shining eyes broadcast their interest in him clearly. And she was talking about sexuality and eroticism. There was no doubt. This HAD to be mind trickery!

"Back to my question, Ricky. Isn't it the sexuality and eroticism of vampires that draw us to them? All the bloodsucking aside, isn't that what makes us easy prey for them? Aren't we drawn to them like moths to a flame, even though we know that flame might destroy us?" Her fingers began to stroke higher, turning inward to his groin, the tips of her index and middle fingers brushing his sack and the base of his inflating penis.

Ricky started to answer, but then felt Vanessa's fingers boldly stroking the underside of his shaft, playing lightly on his scrotum. Whatever words he planned on speaking caught in his throat. His penis started an irreversible process of growth.

"Mmmmmm," Vanessa sighed, "I see you agree with me." She was fondling him with impunity now, doing as she pleased with his soft, warm sack and his lengthening, firming member. And all the while she had her way with his genitals, Ricky felt those icy sparks wherever she touched.

His hands dug into the stiff hospital mattress when Vanessa started stroking his penis in earnest. He was fully erect and throbbing in her hand when she leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Does this excite you, Ricky? Or would you like me to stop?" Cupping his testicles in her palm, she gently stroked behind his sack with her fingertips, then quickly grasped his shaft again and tugged firmly on it as she squeezed and stroked it. Ricky couldn't reply. His eyes had rolled up in his head and his eyelids fluttered spastically above them. Thrill of thrills! His hallucination was giving him a hand job!

Vanessa continued to whisper in his ear. "If I told you I was a vampire, would you want me to stop stroking you right now, Ricky? Would you want me to leave and not touch you anymore? Or would you take your chances, flirt with death - or worse - to keep my hand busy right where it is until you moan with pleasure?"

He turned to look at her. She was leering at him with the most evil look on her face he'd ever seen on ANY human being before. Gone was the former sublime beauty of that feminine face. Replacing it was a lustful nightmare visage with a busy tongue that constantly licked shining red lips. Her deeply wizened eyes had a faint red glow to them...or was he hallucinating again? Or, perhaps, STILL hallucinating would be a better question. Her breathing was raspy, besotted. Those red eyes glared hungrily at him and the lush mouth almost drooled as her fingers brought him closer and closer to release.

"You've no answer, little Ricky?" she almost chortled with glee. "I'm so disappointed. By now I thought you'd be BEGGING me to keep jerking you off. Most men do once I've touched them so...intimately. Don't you want to come, Ricky dear?"

This beautifully dark woman was changing before his eyes, and rapidly so. After only a few moments, it didn't even seem to be the same woman. Ricky was becoming riddled with conflicting emotions. While he was definitely approaching orgasm, he felt fear deep inside himself, in his gut, in the very center of his being. That leering face, so close to his, seemed to have an evil glow surrounding it, the better to attract the unwary moth. Was it distorting, or was it merely his imagination? Unlike other dreams he'd had of women stroking him to climax, if THIS was a dream, he definitely wanted it to end.

"Cat got your tongue, little Ricky?" Vanessa giggled, grabbing the top of his head with her free hand and holding it immobile while she clamped her mouth onto his. Stroking him harder and faster, she kissed his mouth like a hungry animal, shoving her tongue inside his mouth, sucking on his. But it wasn't the normal sucking of a lover's mouth on his. When she sucked on his mouth, it felt as if all the air was rushing out of his body and into hers. She was actually suffocating him with her kisses. It was at once erotic and frightening.

When Vanessa finally stopped assaulting his mouth, Ricky was only mildly disappointed. But when she removed her hand from his primed cannon, his disappointment was much more evident. Still, without the genital stimulation, he was able to focus better on what was happening. He wanted to struggle, call out for help, push Vanessa away. Was it his weakened condition or his inflamed desires that prevented him from doing so...or was it something far worse? Whereas he had originally been very attracted to this woman, he'd now become somewhat repulsed by her, though his erection still screamed for her cool touch.

"Don't worry, little Ricky...super football hero. I may have stopped stroking that lovely cock of yours, but I don't intend to abandon it," she again whispered in his ear. "I intend to feast on that long, fat penis. I'm going to suck it until I've sucked out every drop of cum in your body. Wouldn't you like that, my little hero?" She licked his ear like a dog licking a child's face, then continued. "But," she chuckled, "you'll have to return the favor. I'm going to sit on top of you and plop my juicy pussy right down on your face. While I suck you dry, I fully expect you to do the same for me."

"What?" Ricky looked at her with disbelieving eyes, still unsure if she was a hallucination or not. "You can't ust..."

"Now, now, little man," Vanessa ridiculed him, "you've no choice in the matter. You'll find that I'm a woman who does as she pleases." 

"But, okay, if you ARE real, what kind of nurse ARE you?"

Her eyes hardened. The smirk disappeared, replaced by firm-set lips that almost quivered their anger. "The kind of woman who will happily drain the blood from your lifeless husk of a body if you even THINK of refusing her. Is THAT clear enough for you, hero?" As he watched, fangs began to protrude from between the cold lips...sharp, deadly fangs.

"Wait!" Ricky's desperation finally brought words from his throat. "I've just had a concussion. I shouldn't be doing anything like this. I need rest. I could have a recurrence...seizures...end up in a coma. If anything, I don't have the strength to give you the pleasure you want from me. Suppose I black out just when you need me most?" He was grasping at straws, hoping even this lust crazed creature could see reason.

"Hmmm...." Vanessa said, looking down with mock sadness at Ricky, "What an excellent point. I guess you football stars DO occasionally have a tiny bit of intelligence, after all. I WOULD hate to be on the verge of an orgasm and have you pass out on me. How frustrating would THAT be? No, we can't have that, can we?" She tapped the fingernails of her right hand - fingernails that seemed a good half inch longer than he remembered them being - on her cheek. Then, a smile crossed her lips again. "I believe I can fix that," she said, beside herself with evil glee. "I'll tell you what, football star, here's the deal. I can fix that little concussion problem of yours, but in return you'd better give me every ounce of pleasure I need or you'll be infinitely, infinitely sorry. If you don't please me, I'll not only let your squished brain slosh to one side again, but I'll make sure you NEVER recover from your concussion. Understood?"

While Ricky didn't believe in the slightest that she could cure his concussion, he didn't have much choice in the matter. Ever since she popped into his room, it seemed he had no will power, no strength to fight her in any way. Whether from the concussion, or other reasons, that was simply the sad fact. She had some kind of control over him, and he just couldn't shake it. He was indeed that fluttering moth drawn inexorably to the fatal flame.

Ricky spoke before he thought, regretting his boldness. "What makes you think I won't toss you across the room and call for help if you fix my concussion? I'll have my wits and strength back then, Vanessa. You sure you want to do that?"

Vanessa laughed...long and hard. Again holding his head, this time by the back of it and by his jaw, she looked into his eyes and replied smugly. "Try it," she dared, "please...try it. I'm a vampire, remember? Even at your strongest, I could snap you like a twig. So, please do try something macho, football hero. Please... humor me on this." She licked her lips, her eyes taunting him, pleading with him to do something stupid.

Ricky, his head trapped in her iron grip, rolled his eyes toward the door. With all the force he could muster, he tried to scream for help. Nothing would come out. Though his lungs sucked in a great, chest expanding volume of air, all the sound his voice box could produce was a weak, pitiful squeal. Again, Vanessa chuckled.

"Feel better, now that you've tried that, little Ricky?" she chided. "From now on," she continued, "your mouth has one purpose and one purpose only...and that's to make me feel good. Are you clear on that, or do I have to snap a bone or two - though certainly not the one I want to play with - for emphasis? That would not be a difficult thing for me to accomplish."

Ricky nodded, his eyes glazing over with fear, his mind coming to grips with the futility of fighting, the inescapable nature of his predicament. He could only ride things out and pray for some sort of rescue. Maybe, somehow, his cloudy, concussed mind would protect him from the disgusting details.

No such luck.

"Don't look so sad, little Ricky," Vanessa cooed in his ear, "you're going to enjoy this, I promise. Not only are you going to get your schoolboy brain fixed, but you're going to just LOVE being my sex toy for the night. And maybe you'll learn some things that'll make you even more of a hero to those little schoolgirls you date. If YOU don't appreciate it, THEY might just thank me." She laughed heartily, her breath cool, not warm, against his ear.

The next thing Ricky felt was a coldness on either side of his head. Vanessa had his scalp clamped in her fingers. "Now, let's fix that brain of yours so you don't pass out on me, shall we?" Ricky watched her face as she seemed to concentrate. Her dark eyes closed and her tongue stuck out one side of her mouth. She was concentrating, as if she could see into his head.

"Ah, yes, there's that squashed brain of yours. Now, let's just rearrange it a little. There...ahhhh...yes...."

Ricky's head suddenly felt cold, numbing cold. It was like someone had just poured ice water inside his head. That coldness stretched from the top of his head all the way down to the base of his skull. He would've sworn he felt movement inside his brain pan. Something shifted, sloshed through the icy fluids around his brain. Suddenly, the mental haze that had surrounded his mind all day lifted. His memory of the day's events improved instantly and dramatically. He didn't feel tired anymore. He seemed to process thoughts more clearly, efficiently. If he didn't know better, he'd think someone had just opened up his skull and let out all the gunk and smoke that had clouded his mind since the concussion.

"There," Vanessa said, removing her icy fingers from his skull, "that was easy. No need to thank me, little Ricky. Just do as you're told and perform well, and I'll leave that brain of yours all healed up nice. But," her eyes hardened into granite and drilled into his, "fail me, and I'll make your brain into Silly Putty and stomp on it with my bare feet. Got it, hero?"

Even though his mind had cleared and he felt stronger than ever, he still couldn't resist her. Nor was he willing to test her, after what he'd just experienced. He had no idea what she would do to him after she'd used him for her personal pleasure, but for the moment it would be wiser to go along with what she wanted. It didn't seem like he had much choice, anyway. Maybe, if he was lucky, someone would stumble into his room to take his vitals again, or to check on the whereabouts of Nurse Vanessa, and he'd get out of this mess. Somehow, he doubted it. But, even as his brain toyed with all these hopes of rescue and escape, some visceral part of him didn't really want to be free of her. That part of him WANTED this diseased thing. Her sexuality did indeed lure him, entice him, seduce him. At the same time he feared and reviled her, he wanted to fuck her until he could no longer move.




Night Nurse



"That's okay, Ricky, you don't have to speak. You just make sure you keep me happy. You won't like the consequences if you don't." She winked an evil eye at him, then leered at his gowned body. "First off, this disgusting thing will have to go."

Ricky felt a breeze, that was all. It was a chilly breeze, and even though it was brief, the chill lingered on his flesh. He felt a slight tug at his back, and he rocked from side to side slightly, only for an instant. When he looked down, he was naked. A fine mist hovered just above his body, accounting for the lingering chill on his skin. Across the room, his pale blue gown was folded neatly over the visitor's chair. 

There was a rush of air to his right, just near the window. A swirling fog hovered several feet above the tiled floor. When Vanessa emerged from it, she was completely naked, gliding eerily toward him again. Her mouth formed a toothy grin. Her eyes leered at him and she licked her slick, ruby lips. On the other visitors chair, her underthings and uniform were neatly folded, her cap on top of them, and her nurses' clogs by the legs of the chair. Growling lecherously - at least Ricky HOPED it was lecherously - Vanessa floated toward her prey.

Ricky never felt her get up onto the bed, but this didn't surprise him. Before his senses could register her presence atop him, she was seated on his chest, a swirl of mist all around her. She sat with her back to him, looking over her shoulder down at him. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, ending between her shoulder blades. Was it longer than before? Funny what the mind thinks about at such times.

"Now, little Ricky hero, I'm going to dine on this fine, throbbing feast you have down here for me. In return, you get to dine on the feast I have for you. Sounds fair, doesn't it? No need to reply, just get yourself geared up to give me one fantastic licking. You HAVE eaten pussy before, haven't you?"

Ricky nodded, almost afraid of what might happen if he said no.

"Good," Vanessa replied, "then you better make me come, little man, or you will be very, very sorry."

Two things then happened simultaneously. Ricky felt cool wetness surrounding his penis as it disappeared into Vanessa's snarling mouth. Her hands once again fondled his manhood shamelessly as she sucked him. She sucked his responding cock like an animal, grunting and snorting, huffing loudly as she took him deep inside her mouth. The second thing that occurred was the immediate plopping of her crotch down onto Ricky's face. Instead of the expected warmth, it was slightly cool on his face. The scent was almost the same as any other woman he'd tasted before, though perhaps with a slight coppery tinge.

The pussy on his face didn't care about what Ricky was sensing or experiencing. It wanted IMMEDIATE attention, and Vanessa became impatient for that attention to begin.

"LICK IT, HERO," she growled at him, slamming her crotch up and down insistently on his face several times to make her impatience crystal clear to him. "If I don't feel your tongue in there before I'm done talking, I'm going to shove my ass in your face until you smother to death. Is that what you want, football star? I realize I do have a lovely ass, but is that where you'd like to spend your last moments on earth...gasping for air beneath it? Make your choice quickly, little Ricky...lick my pussy immediately, or die under my ass."

Ricky, believing Vanessa would be as good as her word, did his best to spread her open with his fingers and begin licking. Vanessa instantly cooed and settled down onto his face, squirming excitedly, bathing his face in her already copious juices. His face and mouth were simply there for her pleasure, nothing more, and her crotch and bottom showed them no respect whatsoever. She squirmed about on his face as if it were some personal pleasure object she used to stimulate her pussy. That's all she thought of him. That is, until she realized he had to breathe...and his need to breathe was interfering with her pleasure. He kept pushing her pussy away from his face so he could inhale, which temporarily interrupted her grinding on his face. This she could not abide!

Taking her lips off his penis, Vanessa sat up, lifting her bottom off Ricky's face, and whirled around to glare menacingly at him. "Humans!" she scowled, "You and your damned need to breathe. It's so annoying when it interferes with my sitting on your face! It's so irritating to have to get up off your face just so you can suck in some oxygen. That SO infuriates me!" Her eyes glowed red and deadly. Ricky looked up at her with fear. He didn't know what to do. Eventually, Vanessa sorted through her lust and realized that he had no choice. He wasn't disobeying her, he was merely a victim of his genetics.

With a snort of resignation, she decided to solve the problem herself. She slid herself back and sat directly on his face, the cheeks of her ass surrounding his head and settling down onto it, snuffing out all life giving oxygen. Instantaneous panic setting in, Ricky feared she'd decided to smother him after all, just out of sheer anger. Fearing for his life, he began squirming under her, his lungs becoming desperate for air. Vanessa reached down between her legs and dug her claws into his chest. The same icy cold enveloped his lungs as had enveloped his brain earlier. Cells rearranged, circulation routes reformatted, anatomy changed.

Ricky fretted and struggled beneath her for several minutes before realizing he wasn't suffocating. His hands clawed ineffectually at Vanessa's legs and hips for what seemed ages before accepting the futility of their attacks. Slowly, however, panic dispersed. For although the arrogant vampiress was sitting on his face as if it were a plush, cushiony chair - no chance whatsoever for air to get to his nose or mouth, let alone his lungs - he wasn't dying of asphyxiation! Still, she continued to put her full weight on his face, waiting for that salient point to be completely driven home and put an end to his desperate struggling. When he finally calmed to the point where he no longer fretted beneath her, she raised her bottom up off his face. She grinned wickedly down at his red, sweating face.

"Problem solved," she said, "you no longer have the need to breathe. I fixed it like I did your brain. So no more delays in eating my pussy, agreed? Get your tongue in there nice and quick and don't let it stop no matter how hard I sit on your face. Don't panic if I smother you with my pussy. I happen to be a squirmer. I tend to lose control, and I'm sure my crotch will alternately smother and batter your face. Just deal with it! Keep licking no matter what. You'll be perfectly fine as long as your tongue doesn't stop giving me pleasure. Got it?"

Instantly, she sat back down, mashing her crotch into Ricky's face, grinding and gyrating on him, using his nose, lips and chin to stimulate her pussy as SHE saw fit, letting him lick when she wanted him to. No longer annoyed by his incessant need to inhale, she used her entire vaginal area as a battering ram on his face, squashing her slit down onto his frantically working mouth. Ahhhh...much better, she sighed. MUCH better.

Feeling Ricky's tongue busy again between her pussy lips and inside her opening, she bent back to her own tasty task. She wanted to suck the life from this young star athlete through his firm, hard cock. And that's exactly what she tried to do.

Mashing and pummeling the young man's face with her sex, Vanessa took his cock deep down her throat and sucked hard. The joy of tasting it made her squirm even more on his face, grinding harder in her attempt to have an orgasm. Vanessa's lips sucked that throbbing penis all the way to its base, while her fingers squeezed and coaxed the sperm from his testicles. Such a delicious midnight snack. She could feel the main course of her snack rising, working its way from Ricky's tightened sack to his pounding muscle. She wasn't going to just let it rise on its own, either. She was literally going to SUCK the fluids out of him. She grinned at the thought. It was going to be such a surprise for the poor boy. She also grinned at the thought of the snack her bubbling core was preparing for the young football star in return. That wouldn't surprise him so much, but it certainly might drown him. With total lack of concern for the young man slurping away desperately between her legs, her only thought after that was, "Oh, well, if he drowns, he drowns..." She chuckled inwardly at the thought of it, but then sighed as she was swept away on waves of pleasure.       Ricky's lungs still believed they needed oxygen, so they continued to gasp sporadically as he desperately licked and slurped between Vanessa's squirming legs. The scent of her dripping pink flesh - potent and almost nauseatingly sweet - washed over him. He felt suffocated by it. It clung to him like an oily coating, a sticky sweet second skin. 

Vanessa's power over him was undeniable. Even wretched with fear for his life as he was, he desired her. His repulsion at what she must surely be and what she was forcing him to perform did nothing to deter his lapping tongue. And despite the animalistic gobbling and panting he heard from between his thighs and the unsettling cool sensation her mouth imparted to his genitals, he was rock hard and on the verge of climax.

This darkly erotic creature was literally sucking him dry. Her hands were squeezing his testicles and the shaft of his penis while her mouth took every inch of it inside and sucked so hard it felt as if his shaft would collapse in on itself and prevent ejaculation altogether. But the most disquieting sensation of all was the occasional dragging of obviously sharp teeth along the sides of his shaft. The pain was only minimal, but it dredged up thoughts in his brain that those toothy daggers might accidentally slice open a vein along the side of his cock and create a much bigger problem. But despite even those very realistic fears, he remained throbbing in her mouth. And he licked her not only out of fear, but intense desire. He found himself despising his actions as he devoured her hungrily and shamelessly, eagerly thrusting his tongue exactly where she wanted and needed it. Was it simply his male weakness for pussy after all, or was Vanessa controlling even his very basest desires?

Vanessa started moaning loudly as she sucked him, her tongue feeling as though it had elongated into a slithering serpent and wrapped itself around his pulsating muscle. From beneath her sticky quim he couldn't see what she was doing between his legs, but he could feel how rapidly her head was pistoning up and down on his member, feel her cool, panting breaths, hear her growled gasps. Her hands kneaded and squeezed his testicles, forcing every drop of his fluids out of them. She wanted it all.

Her orgasm caught Ricky by surprise. It slammed into his nose and mouth with the force of an inverted geyser, a crashing waterfall spraying his face, drenching every inch of it in the space of just a few seconds. Vanessa's sticky sweet scent overpowered him, coated his face like tar. At first he sputtered in panic, thinking the force of it would drown him, but then he calmed when he realized her little trick with his lungs was preventing that from happening. Vanessa locked his head between her thighs and humped up and down on his face at a frantic pace. She removed her mouth from his penis only long enough to growl back at him, "Open your mouth, hero...drink every drop! Don't waste any! My cum deserves to be swallowed." Immediately thereafter, her mouth resumed it's sucking of his cock. She knew full well he'd comply - whether out of fear or his own burgeoning desire didn't matter.

Ricky managed to open his mouth, the fear of drowning once again wrapping itself briefly around his brain. No sooner was his mouth open, than Vanessa's squirming, hopping face-humping forced large quantities of her viscous juices directly down his throat. So much fluid was being ejected into his mouth that he found himself swallowing rapidly to keep up with the seemingly endless flow. Gush after gush exploded into his open mouth as if Vanessa's pussy were actually an ejaculating penis, except the volume was much larger than any penis could send forth. Despite himself, he lapped hungrily at the downpour, accepting every drop down his parched throat. After only a few gulps, he was completely addicted to her fluids, the taste intoxicating him. Sucking hungrily at her erupting opening, Ricky grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down tightly against his face, so his mouth could drink its fill. He sucked at her fountain like a desperate pup at its mother's teat.

Vanessa's pointed incisors curled inward, stabbed superficially into the flesh of Ricky's penis. All he felt was a slight prick, a little spark of dull pain. The pain ended almost immediately, and in its place a warmth rushed along the length of his cock and radiated down to his testicles. From the tip of his slitted helmet to the lowest, nether regions of his scrotum, heat made his already throbbing manhood smolder inside. Combined with her squeezing, cajoling fingers and that desperately sucking mouth, the tingling heat caused his semen to boil over, seethe, roil, rush headlong from sack to cock. His orgasm struck like a lightning bolt.

His entire body stiffening, muscles contracting to the point of tearing free from their ligaments, Ricky exploded into Vanessa's mouth. She sucked him madly, lapping with her eerily cool tongue. His overheated genitals surrounded by those cool lips and tongue made the eroticism of it that much more stark and irresistible. He moaned and arched his back, hips and legs bouncing and squirming under the bewitching vamp. And all the while she squeezed his cock and balls, sucking him mercilessly. Long, thin fingers squeezed and released his testicles over and over, playing both sack and shaft like bloated flutes, milking them like a cow's udders, urging every single sperm out into the open, and into Vanessa's relentless mouth. She sounded like a rabid dog as her mouth snarled around his erupting muscle.

Vanessa's entire body squirmed and writhed atop the captive football star. Her thighs trembled against the sides of his head as she bathed his face in her oily discharge. She pressed her hips downward with all her might, managing to forcefully shove her entire slit into his accepting mouth. The downward thrust into his open mouth caused her slickened lips to separate, spread wide open for his tongue to properly service. She then wallowed in the pure pleasure of allowing it to gush freely while still being titillated with that snaky oral member. Shaking his trapped head back and forth with her thighs, she fed him her sex juices while she sucked his from him. An unending cycle of emptying and filling, purging herself into his famished gullet while replenishing her fluids by drinking his.

Ricky had never come so much in his life before. Vanessa kept squeezing the semen from him, sucking and coaxing it from deep inside. It felt as if liquid was being sucked from every part of him, by way of his ejaculating penis. It felt as if his arms, legs, trunk and head were slowly desiccating as Vanessa milked the liquid from him. But, finally, mercifully, she seemed satisfied. Gorged on his semen, her hunger appeared momentarily sated, while releasing her own juices down Ricky's throat quelled the passion in her demonic loins.

Slowly, she ended her pummeling of his face, stopped her forced filling of his mouth. Her gushing opening only trickled its contents into Ricky's mouth. Still she kept her pussy pressed firmly against his lips, her vaginal muscles squeezing every last drop into his mouth, making him feast on all of it. In turn, she sucked and squeezed every remaining drop from his genitals. She squeezed his testicles hard, then worked her fingers tightly along his shaft, lapping up every dribble that was forced from the tiny, slitted helmet. She sighed her pleasure, squirming her sticky crotch all over Ricky's face just for fun. For a few minutes she just lay there atop him, licking his cock, rubbing her pussy on his lips and chin. She savored the taste of him on her lips, and reveled in the pleasure of keeping his face trapped between her legs.

"Lick up every drop, football star. Spread me wide and lap in every nook and cranny. Slip your tongue in my opening and lick deep inside until it's spotless. Clean me up nice like I just did for you." Her voice was garbled with panting lust, but laced with obvious menace.

Ricky knew refusal wasn't an option. What's more, his sudden addiction to her fluids made refusal impossible anyway. He slurped and sucked at her dripping folds passionately, nothing else mattering to him but tasting her and pleasing her. His tongue probed deep inside her vaginal canal, licking around and around, pulling every drop down into his waiting mouth. He obediently and happily feasted on her cum.

And then Vanessa wanted dessert.

Smiling wickedly, eyes glowing bright red in the darkness, Vanessa reared back like a snake poised to attack. She clamped her thighs around Ricky's head, even managing to get her inner thighs behind it to hold it firmly in place. Then she fused her crotch once again onto the football star's face. His face securely clamped immovably between her thighs and crotch, any ill-advised, sudden screams he might attempt to send forth would be muffled in sticky pink folds of flesh and soundproofing pubic hairs. Thus prepared, Vanessa completed her strike. She grasped his still engorged muscle in her left hand and pulled it quickly to the left, exposing the right side of it as she would a victim's soft throat. Lunging forward with blinding speed, she clamped her teeth on it and sunk them into it about an eighth of an inch, finding a juicy vein just below the surface, embedded in the firm muscle. This time it wasn't seminal fluid she sucked. She slaked her...other...thirst.

The stinging pain lasted only a second. It's unexpectedness caused Ricky to cry out, but the muffled sound only served to tickle Vanessa's pussy. So engrossed in her feeding was she that she barely noticed the tickle, and the subsequent gasps and moans that followed. She enjoyed the coppery taste of Ricky's red corpuscles as they trickled down her throat, joining the sperm cells that already coated those same walls. Ricky squirmed a bit under her, but soon lay still, only the warm feeling of his post-panic heartbeats giving away the fact that he still lived. Vanessa only dined about thirty seconds or so, but it seemed like an eternity to the overpowered athlete.

When she finally removed her teeth from that subsurface vein and released his penis from her grasp, Vanessa sat up, smiling, wiping cum and blood from her lips with the back of her hand. "My, that was simply delicious," she sighed. "You young boys are always the tastiest." She turned to look back at Ricky, but saw only the curves of her ass as it completely blotted out his almost surely shocked face. "Oh, but I wonder if you can even hear me," she laughed, "Maybe I should take my pussy out of your face and then you can enjoy my delicious wit." She hesitated for a second. "Still, you do feel just fine right where you are," she chortled, squirming on his face again, strictly for fun. Self-amused, she laughed at her own remarks. "Oh, all right," she said finally, "I suppose I should get off your face so I can play with you some more. So many more delights to delve into."

It was twisted glee that crossed her face when she raised herself from Ricky's head. She reveled in the sticky sensation and the wet, sucking sound her crotch made as it pulled slowly away from his face. Not only was it delicious sucking Ricky's cock - in more ways than one - but it had been incredibly empowering to in turn feed him so much of her own sexual fluids. Filling a man's mouth with her cum was one of her all time favorite things to do.




Night Nurse



"Did you enjoy your meal, football star? I certainly enjoyed mine...BOTH of them!" Again she chuckled, but only saw a blank stare from Ricky in return. His lungs seemed to be trying to breathe again, though it appeared they were confused about how to go about it. So Vanessa lifted herself off his chest, turned herself around, and then sat on his stomach facing him. She leaned forward and again touched his chest. Again he felt the icy fingers around his lungs. It momentarily froze his entire chest cavity, then Vanessa removed her hands from his pectoral area. All at once, Ricky's lungs gave a great, deep heave, filling themselves with air. After a sputtering start, they functioned normally again. The sensation to Ricky was at once familiar and new. He welcomed it. It was at least a small return to normalcy.

"There, hero. Your lungs are good as new. I don't plan on sitting on your face again - at least not for a while - so I'll give you back that pesky need to breathe for a bit. I can always switch back if I need you lapping between my legs again. But keep that in mind, little Ricky. If I can put your lungs back the way they were, I can do the same to that squashed brain of yours, too. So, don't piss me off, dear boy. It wouldn't be a smart thing to do. Not only can I RE-concuss your little brain...but I can make it even WORSE than it was before I came on shift. Do we have an understanding, sweet little Ricky?" She cooed at him like a cajoling hooker, tickling him under his chin with one index finger.

"Now," she continued, "I'm going to REALLY give myself a thrill. I'm going to sit on that cock of yours and let my pussy suck it dry this time. But, I'm afraid you might not appreciate the rest of my plan. You see, while my pussy sucks your handsome cock bone dry," she leaned forward to look directly into his frightened eyes, "my mouth will be clamped on your neck and, well, I'm sure you get the idea. Sorry, hon, but it's what I do. Don't worry, it'll hardly hurt at all. And I'm not going to drain you. I'm just going to take enough to make you my....plaything. When I'm done, you won't be afraid when I play with you again. In fact, you'll BEG me to take you any way I choose, whenever I choose, as often as I choose. Isn't that wonderful? You'll be my personal football star playtoy, and you'll LOVE it. You'll never be able to get enough of me! Isn't that just fantastic?!"

Ricky looked at her, his mind wavering somewhere between loathing and anticipation. His sticky lips opened and he asked quietly, "Why are you doing this to me?"

Vanessa cocked her head to one side, a pondering look on her face. She replied simply, "Because I can."

Ricky looked as if he might try calling for help again, turning his head toward the door, opening his mouth. But nothing came out. 

"There, there, little Ricky. Just accept your fate. There's nothing you can do about it. Besides, like I said, soon you'll ENJOY being my sex slave. You'll BEG me to use you night after night. Pleasing me will be your ONLY thought. Accept it, hero. You belong to me, now. Stop fighting it, and things will be much easier for you. Revel in the new you! Bask in what you've become!"

He looked back at her, his eyes showing almost completely his resignation to his fate. She smiled down at him. "There, little Ricky. That's the spirit. Just accept it and you'll be much happier." She stroked his forehead in an almost loving, motherly fashion. She brushed several sweat-drenched wisps of hair away from his face, stroked his cheek tenderly. Then she sighed and ran her fingertip along his lips. "And now, my dear, sweet, Ricky, I really need some more pleasuring. And when this is all over, NOTHING in your life will be as important as pleasing me. Your only thought, your only desire, will be to do whatever it takes - no matter how twisted and depraved my requests become - to make me smile. You won't even think of anything else, unless I allow you to. In return you'll get to be my worshipping slave for the rest of your young life. Now...won't that be such a grand honor?" She laughed, leaned down, and teasingly licked his neck as if preparing to bite it. Then she kissed his lips lightly. She took his lower lip between hers and sucked it gently, then nipped it with her teeth, drawing forth two tiny droplets of blood, which she lapped up with her tongue. She sighed and her eyelids fluttered. When she opened them, her eyes were glowing again, and her lips slowly curled into an evil smile. 

"Now, football hero, prepare yourself for the fuck of your life."      Vanessa licked Ricky's neck one last time before moving away from him to find her way to his loins. It was as if she was tempting herself, or perhaps giving herself a mild tease before ultimately feasting on his throbbing jugular. Ricky felt no desire as she licked her way down his chest and abdomen, occasionally allowing her sharp canines to drag along his skin. He felt many things at that point, but not one of them was anything akin to desire. That would change.

"Oh, my poor little stud," Vanessa lamented, upon seeing his partially deflated member, "you seem to have lost interest in your nocturnal goddess. Am I less sexy when I'm not squirming on your face, or is it my hungry lips around your cock you miss?" She chuckled softly, but deep in her throat there rumbled an annoyed growl. "No matter," she said, "I'll get that plump penis filled with tasty blood again, not to fear, little football star."

Despite his fear, Ricky tried to prevent his genitals from stirring at Vanessa's touch. He hoped that if his cock showed no interest in this slavering night bitch, perhaps she'd lose interest in her carnal proclivities or move on to another, more willing victim, and this nightmare would finally be over. He should have known better.

His eyes clamped tightly shut, he fought mightily to keep his penis from rising as Vanessa fondled and licked it. Though his young hormones rushed to inflate it, his mind tried hard to think of anything, ANYTHING that would prevent it. Thus conflicted, his shaft swelled a bit, but did not elongate, and firmed only slightly. Vanessa, merely annoyed at first, became enraged when she looked up and saw the look of concentration on Ricky's face and realized what he was doing.

Involuntarily, Ricky's eyes jolted open. Though he never felt the angry vampiress leap up the length of his body, his unshuttered eyes beheld her snarling face less than an inch from his, eyes blazing a roiling crimson and her lush, red lips curled back in a fearsome snarl.

"Do not even THINK of trying to disobey my will, little man! You haven't the mental capacity to keep me from what I desire. Even ATTEMPTING to do so could be very, VERY painful for you. Are you mad enough to tempt infuriating me? Are you THAT insane?"


Fear clutched at his stomach like bony, taloned claws. They dug deep and twisted in his guts. Before he could even absorb what Vanessa had said, and what it meant to his already compromised health, she pulled her twisted face away from his frightened one and sat up on her knees, her legs straddling his. Her angry features softened, morphed from a visage of demonic anger to one of twisted amusement. She laughed out loud, her back arching backward so that her derisive laughter rushed toward the ceiling.

"Why am I bothering to threaten you, little Ricky? Surely, I can make your cock do anything I please. I can make it swell and grow anytime I choose. I can make you feel desire at even the most distasteful of acts. I could make you BEG to kiss my ass, and your little dick would be hard the entire time. I could tell you to fuck another man in the ass and your cock would be pounding with eagerness to do it just because I told you to. And someday I'll do just that. I'll search your brain for the sex acts that you most detest and I'll take great pleasure in making you perform them for me. What delicious fun that will be! Maybe, little hero, I'll have another patient - perhaps an old man with a gnarled, withered dick - come in here and stick his wrinkled cock right in your mouth. Would you like that, Ricky? Would you blow an old man for me? Of course you would...and you'd beg to do it again if it pleased me. So DO NOT tempt my anger, Ricky...or I'll do just that. But, here...allow me to show you just how little say you have in your current situation. Let me show you that your weak little brain is no match for my powerful one. This will be such incredible fun."

Vanessa's fingers stroked his genitals again. That cool sparking danced from her fingertips again, the iciness seeping beneath the flesh of Ricky's groin. His penis instantly swelled, bloated, lengthened. Within seconds, it was a screaming erection, despite his most desperate efforts to prevent it. Vanessa laughed her scorn at him, playing with his penis like a toy.

"You see, little Ricky? Your cock belongs to me - obeys ME, not you. And what I can coax from your bobbing dick, I can also coax from your stubborn mind. I can make you desire anything I choose you to desire. If you would like me to prove it, I will. I'll gladly call in that gentleman I spoke of and give you his cock to suck on until his old man cum dribbles down your throat. It's your call, hero. Shall I FORCE you to do unspeakable things, or will you give yourself to me freely? Think well before you choose. I'd hate to have to play with your mind and make you walk naked down the corridors of this hospital asking male patients if you can give them blowjobs. What do you say, Ricky, do you want me to PROVE I have the power to do it, or will you take my word for it and submit willingly to what I want from you?"

Her hands kept stroking him, fondling his sack. Between threatening words she licked his shaft and balls and the tip of his engorged helmet. His swollen member tensed and primed itself as if it wanted to release it's creamy load right then and there.

"All right," Ricky gasped, putting a halt to his useless resistance, "all right, do what you want."

"Mmm....good boy, Ricky. Especially considering the alternatives. I don't think I'd enjoy watching you suck a wrinkled dick anyway. A nice, fat, young one, maybe, but not an old, gnarly one, I don't think. But, the point is, you know now that I CAN and WILL make you do it if you even think of disobeying me, or fighting me in any way. Are we on the same wavelength here, little Ricky?"

"Yes," Ricky said quietly, resigned to his fate. Maybe if he kept her sexually satisfied, she wouldn't use her undead powers to make him do unspeakable things. It wasn't much for him to cling to, but it was something.

"Good," Vanessa purred, "now, let's get on with that incredible fuck, shall we?"

She stroked him with those icy, coaxing fingers for a few minutes, licking briefly at the spots where she'd bitten his penis just minutes ago. Already the tiny holes were mostly healed. You'd never have known his shaft had been bitten at all. Her gentle laps were more some twisted trip down Memory Lane than an attempt at arousing him. She already had that task well in hand. But she couldn't resist reliving the memory of her first sampling of his blood.

Vanessa's body moved in quick, jerky movements, like an old silent film played on a kinescope, as she slithered her body up along his again, hovering her dripping sex directly over his pulsating manhood. Briefly, she scanned Ricky's eyes and mind for even the slightest sign of resistance, but found none. Then, satisfied, her salivating mouth shot down with vision blurring speed, her lips clamping on Ricky's left nipple. She clamped her teeth around it and bit its outer ring. A tiny amount of blood trickled into her mouth. She sucked at the coppery tasting liquid hungrily. Her fingernails dug deeply into Ricky's shoulders and she squirmed on top of him as she sucked the blood from first one nipple, then the other, feasting on them.

After several minutes, she became noticeably aroused, and began grinding her pussy against his belly and inner thighs. Her eyes, when opened, glowed deep red in the darkness, and her lips shone brightly with Ricky's blood, even in the shifting glow of the gloomy room. Coils of blue-gray fog swirled around her as she sucked his nipples and ground her body against his. She moaned, growled deep in her throat. Her mouth savored his nipples with wet, sucking noises.

Soon, she reached the point of no return. She lifted her grinding body from his, hovered her drenched slit above his swollen muscle, and without even a quick downward glance to be sure of correct aim, plunged herself downward, impaling her coolly burning pussy on his involuntary erection. She snarled as it filled her, taking her mouth from his bleeding nipples only long enough to cry her pleasure at the ceiling. Digging her nails deeper into his flesh, and sucking his chest with even more ferocity, she slammed herself up and down on his cock, harder and faster with each completed cycle. 

After what seemed an eternity, Vanessa stopped draining Ricky's nipples and lifted her head to look into his eyes. They were only partly filled with lust, but it was enough. As long as there was some lust there, she wouldn't have to humble him in perverse ways...at least not yet. He was cooperating. He was OBEYING. That was all that mattered. 

"Now, little Ricky," she said, her tongue stretching out several inches to lick his lips, "I'm going to suck your cock again. But this time, you'll feel how good my PUSSY can suck. It'll drive you mad to fill me with your semen. And trust me, dear boy, you WILL fill me, no matter if you try to resist me or not. So my advice would be to not even waste your time trying."

Vanessa arched her back, sliding her shiny red fingernails down from his shoulders to his pectorals. Again they dug deep. Ricky felt her vaginal muscles tighten on his penis. Though she sat motionless atop him, he could feel the inner walls of her vagina undulating, squeezing from the base of his cock to the top of his shaft, over and over again. Then the sensation intensified. It felt as if his penis had gotten stuck in a vacuum cleaner. Vanessa's pussy was indeed SUCKIING his cock. His testicles felt as if they were being sucked forward into his penis itself. 

With a loud growl, Vanessa began humping him like a mad woman. She slid herself up and down on his muscle, her pussy continuing to suck it hard. It was like being fucked and blown at the same time. Ricky's mind reeled with the sensations.

Up and down Vanessa heaved and slammed herself, causing the entire bed to shake, the wheels to squeal slightly as it rocked to and fro. Ending it's animal snarl, Vanessa's mouth struck like greased lightning. Her lips clamped onto Ricky's neck this time, sharp canines slicing through flesh and the wall of his pulsing jugular. She drank deeply.

Claws burrowing deeply into his chest, fangs even deeper into his neck, and Vanessa's humping barrage rocking his nether regions, Ricky's mind went blank. His eyes rolled up in his head and something sick happened. Ricky, despite the loathing that permeated his very being, was beginning to ENJOY the mixed sensations. Vanessa's cold sex, slipping icily up and down his penis, became something he wanted...no, NEEDED. Her claws in his chest aroused him in some perverse way. And the cold feeling of his blood flowing from his neck between those frigid lips and down that hungry throat made him squirm with pleasure.

It wasn't long before he climaxed, his hot sperm filling Vanessa's cold cavern. His mouth opened wide with erotic release, but only long, low moans emitted from it. When Vanessa came, she stopped sucking his neck and lapped up the trickling blood. Then she clamped her mouth on Ricky's and inserted her abnormally long tongue down his throat, as if to then lick up the blood from inside as well. He nearly choked on her tongue, and she seemed to take some perverse pleasure from that, grinding atop him all the more heatedly.

Vanessa's arrogant ass bounced up and down on Ricky's spurting tool with inexhaustible fervor. She sucked his mouth, bit his neck time and again, gagged him with her tongue. She rode him in insane lust for nearly thirty minutes, coming over and over again even though Ricky's orgasm had ended long ago. By sheer evil will alone she was keeping his cock firm and filling, using it until she was completely satisfied. Her fluids drenched his entire crotch area and upper thighs, and formed a two foot diameter wet spot on the crisp white hospital sheets beneath her trembling captive.

Just as her orgasm was finally subsiding, and she'd unlocked her vile mouth from Ricky's, Vanessa's keen senses detected movement outside the closed door. She was instantly alert, an animal sensing danger. She froze atop Ricky, still squirming on his crotch and letting her pussy suck every last drop from his penis. She made no attempt to stop his moans. She didn't have to. No one could possibly present a danger to her, but she did have to prepare for the inevitable. Someone was about to enter Ricky's room.

The door opened and light streamed in from outside. Another nurse stood in the doorway, equally as professional as Vanessa had been in her crisp nurse's uniform. But the face, though lit from behind, held on it a look of shock. Her professional, caring eyes beheld a scene unlike any they'd seen in twenty-two years of nursing. Vanessa, naked, eyes glowing, mouth streaming blood,sitting atop the hospital's most recent admission, the hero of today's football classic, obviously rutting him like an animal as he bled from his neck and chest. Vanessa couldn't figure out which that face harbored more, shock or disgust. 

"What the HELL is going on in here....?!" the nurse shaped silhouette exclaimed, as light bathed the bedded couple. "Vanessa? Is that you? What are you...? What's...? Oh, my God, VANESSA!" the silhouette gasped, one hand quickly rising to clasp over a disbelieving mouth.

Vanessa hissed once, baring her fangs. Her eyes locked on the unwanted intrusion and halted any further protestations in mid-formation. "Well, don't just stand there, Maryann...shut the door and come in." Her cold, angry eyes became narrow slits as she exerted her will across the length of the room. It flowed like a tangible thing from the bed to the door, cold wisps of undead psychic power, malevolent will.

The disgusted, shocked eyes glazed over. As if sleepwalking, Maryann stepped slowly, unsteadily, into the room and closed the door behind her, slow and whisper soft, her mind knowing Vanessa's desire for discretion and her body obeying those unspoken commands.

"Come here," Vanessa whispered in Maryann's direction.

As Maryann approached vampire and victim, Vanessa looked back down to Ricky, who'd almost recovered from his unwilling, but thoroughly enjoyed, orgasm.

"Permit me a little fun, little Ricky. I want to test my powers over two people at one time." Instantly her head whipped back to Maryann. "Open the top of your uniform, Maryann. Then slip your bra down and expose your lovely breasts. I think our famous football hero would enjoy sucking your tits. You see, I've been too busy to give him mine yet."

Mesmerized, Maryann unbuttoned her uniform to her waist. Slow, deliberate hands then pulled her bra outward and down, tucking it under her breasts. 

"Lovely," Vanessa said, "now bend down over Ricky's face and let him have a taste."

Maryann shuffled dreamily over to the bedside and leaned over Ricky, her hands pulling her uniform to the sides and keeping the bra out of the way as she offered her breasts to the prone young man.

"Excellent. Now, look at those succulent breasts, little Ricky. Don't they just look mouthwatering? Now, you can do one of two things. You can suck them willingly, or I can FORCE you to suck them. Either way is fine by me, though I'd really rather you tried to resist me. I'm curious to see just how strong my mind is."




Night Nurse



"It's not right," Ricky said, "she's done nothing to you. She's just doing her job."

"Oh, Ricky, Ricky," Vanessa chuckled, "where did you ever get the idea that that mattered to me? Surely, you know me better than that by now." 

"But she's not..."

"SUCK THEM!" Vanessa ordered, her eyes glowing brighter and her lips curling into a dangerous snarl. "It serves her right for barging in on our play time!" Then, with sick humor making her chuckle, she added, "You wouldn't want to snub Maryann's gracious gift, now would you, little Ricky?"

Foolishly, Ricky resisted, but to no avail. Though his temples throbbed with his effort to thwart Vanessa's twisted desires, he nonetheless turned his head toward the hypnotically obedient Maryann and reached out his arms. Powerless to resist Vanessa's controlling mind, his hands surrounded Maryann's ample breasts and pulled them down to his waiting mouth. He took the nipples deeply into his mouth and moaned as he sucked them hard. Being controlled by Vanessa's twisted brain, he sucked the same way she did, gluttonously, brazenly. He licked those proffered orbs like a starving animal, and Vanessa giggled with sick glee. Over the course of the next several minutes she made Ricky lick and suck Maryann's breasts, slurping wetly between them, nibbling her nipples, even hard enough to make the mesmerized nurse wince with pain.

As she watched happily, she leaned forward and lifted Maryann's uniform up at the hem. Feeling for her panties, she deftly slipped her hand inside them...and then inside Maryann. The glazed eyes shut, and Maryann began moaning softly. While Ricky's mouth did Vanessa's bidding on her breasts, Vanessa's fingers played deep inside her. The vampiress chortled with twisted glee when Maryann creamed around her invading fingers. Maryann shuddered with her gushing pleasure, her legs weakening to the point where she had to lean against the bed and brace her hands on the mattress. But, as long as Vanessa played between her legs and Ricky sucked her breasts, she continued to come, quaking and moaning in blissful release.

Finally, Vanessa barked the order at Ricky to stop sucking her breasts. He did so, and lay back on the bed, an unwilling captive watching what happened next. Keeping her fingers inside Maryann's emptying pussy, she kept playing with her like a stringless puppet. At some point during Maryann's orgasmic moaning, Vanessa reached out with her other hand, grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her to her, and bit her neck. Still sliding up and down slowly on Ricky's member, and still fingering Maryann to keep her juices flowing, Vanessa sucked her red fluid from her neck, mixing pleasure with Maryann's pain....an erotic mix of sensations, just as she'd done to Ricky. To keep Maryann's juices flowing from between her rubbery legs while she supped on her blood, Vanessa's invading fingers found her clit and worked their unearthly magic on it. Maryann twitched and jerked as her orgasmic release intensified around Vanessa's coldly sparking fingers. That volcanic release excited the vampiress, and she sucked all the harder at her new captive's yielding throat. To Ricky, it was a sickening sight, Vanessa attacking her professional peer at both ends like that. Maryann looked totally helpless - as helpless as he himself must look in Vanessa's foul clutches - as every muscle appeared to spasm at once, caught between evil fingers and an even more evil set of sucking lips...the worst part being how she seemed to ENJOY being used like that.

When she was finally done playing with Maryann, Vanessa removed her fangs from her neck and her hand from her drenched sex. As she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, she eyed the slowly recovering Maryann with evil pride, watching her teeter precariously, then stumble back weakly against one of the visitors' chairs. Her rubbery legs gave out, and she sat in it, her head reeling. Vanessa chuckled at the sight, then leered back at Ricky.

"Should I let her waken and make her think she came in here to have sex with you? I can make myself into a wisp of smoke and she'll think SHE'S the one who fucked you. Would you like to see that, my little sex toy That might provide a bit of amusement, no?"

"No," Ricky answered quickly, "you've done enough to her, don't you think?"

"Don't try my patience, boy," Vanessa snarled, "just answer yes or no. Do NOT try to berate me or anything I choose to do. I don't take kindly to that." She glared at him for a few moments, then seemed to soften slightly. "But, all right, I've had a delightful time tonight, and I'm not through with you, yet. But I really don't need Maryann in here anymore. I just wanted to have a little fun, and punish her for her nosiness. I think that's been accomplished. I suppose we can get back to just you and me now." Her wicked smile sent chills down his spine. "But," she continued, "I'll only let her go if you beg me to let you fuck me for the rest of the night. AND promise me you'll be my personal sex slave forever and ever. Otherwise, I'm going to make pretty Maryann do such embarrassing things. Well, hero?"

"Please," Ricky said, knowing he had no other choice, "please let me fuck you all night, Vanessa. Please let me be your sex slave forever. Please?"

"Well," Vanessa sneered, "that didn't sound very heartfelt to me, but I'll accept it. After a while with me, you'll be begging me to let you do terribly disgusting things for me. Sex with me can be very addicting, and you won't even care if I embarrass good little nurses like Maryann here. But, okay, I'll let her go."

Vanessa looked over to the still dazed Maryann. "Rise, my sweet Maryann. Put your bra back on and close your uniform, you trollop! What a whore, to shove your tits in a patient's mouth like that! You should be ashamed of yourself! Go back to work." Maryann got up, straightened herself out, and shuffled slowly toward the door. "Also, Maryann," Vanessa added, causing the hypnotized nurse to stop momentarily, "you won't remember a thing when you leave. You'll have no clue that you even came in here. What's more, you'll not hear a single sound from this room for the rest of the night, no matter what we do in here." She gave Ricky an evil look. "And as for those wet panties of yours, you'll just think you were fantasizing about that dreamy Dr.Rathcliff again and got yourself all wet and messy. Now, scoot. Football star here and I have lots more to do. Shoo!"

Maryann continued out the door, walking numbly into the brightly lit corridor. Immediately, she began to snap out of her haze, and wondered why she'd wandered into the hall when she had so many charts to finish up. She shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. Sighing, and a little embarrassed at the wetness between her legs, she returned to her station, figuring Vanessa must be doing vitals or giving out oddly timed medications. None of it really seemed to matter. For some reason, she felt an overpowering urge to get back to work, to sit at her charts and complete them all, and not wander about anymore. She did just that.

"Now," Vanessa said, grinning down at Ricky, "wasn't that a pleasant little diversion? And keep in mind that if you continue to please me, I can bring in other women and let you have fun with them...as long as you don't expend too much energy and not have enough left for me, of course. But, now it's time to get back to some SERIOUS fun. What shall I do with you now? Hmmm...so many possibilities." Ricky shuddered at the thought of what might come next. Vanessa was capable of anything, and that realization clutched at his heart with cold, clammy claws.

For the next several hours, Vanessa used Ricky for every sexual act she could devise. She took great glee in forcing him to do things he found to be turnoffs, just so she could make him loathe himself for being excited by them. For the most part, he'd learned not to try to resist her. But on those rare instances when he did - useless as that was - she would make him do distasteful things...or threatened him with even more distasteful ones. On those occasions when he was exhausted from continually satisfying her insatiable desires, her cold, sparking fingertips reenergized his drooping muscle and made it thick and firm again. She rode it, she sucked it, she fed him her creamy fluids. She had him do her doggie style and missionary and from every deeply penetrating angle she could conceive of. She played with him, taunted him, made him beg for her favors. She drained him of his seminal fluids and his blood. When she drank his blood, it was sometimes from passion, sometimes from hunger. But each time she drained his life fluids from him, she'd lick the puncture marks and they'd fade almost completely away. No telltale marks. Vampires have learned much since the dawn of time.

By 5AM, Ricky was more than exhausted. He was on the brink of dehydration and anemia. But finally, sighing contentedly, Vanessa was satisfied. The lust glow left her eyes. She licked her lips and strutted about the gloomy room like a victorious queen. She stretched her arms and back as if rising from a wonderfully relaxing massage or invigorating sleep. She looked down at her new toy, lying on the cool, hospital sheets, now stained with huge circles of sexual fluids and a few tiny drops of blood. She'd been neat with the drinking of his blood, if nothing else. But poor Ricky looked almost as pale as the sheets.

With a satisfied look on her face, Vanessa climbed up onto the bed. Ricky flinched, thinking he was going to be put to stud use again. But instead, the mellowed vampiress laid herself down next to him, her body against his. From their chests all the way down to their feet, their bodies touched. Vanessa draped her leg over Ricky's sweating abdomen and rubbed herself against him. She began stroking his chest and nuzzling her face in his neck, amused at how he flinched again at her every movement. 

"Relax, my pet, you've done well. You've made me very happy tonight. It's not easy to quell a vampire's desires, but you've managed quite nicely...with some coaxing, of course." She kissed his cheek gently and even began to purr in his ear. "Oh," she sighed, "I do hate when I get all mushy and romantic. But I feel so close to you, little Ricky. I feel like you and I belong together, like we were always meant for each other." Ricky's brain shuddered.

Still rubbing against him, and still purring in his ear, Vanessa kissed him gently all over his face. Then she rolled on top of him to look down into his exhausted eyes. "Don't you feel it, too, Ricky? Don't you feel that we belong together? Don't you feel the same as I, that we can have a wonderful relationship together? Surely, you must feel it, too."

Ricky's eyes looked at her, but barely saw her. She realized his body was shutting down from lack of blood in his veins. His body had been through a lot that day, and it was strongly considering giving up. Vanessa couldn't have that. She'd found herself a stud with staying power, who could withstand her draining ways and not succumb to exhaustion or exsanguination. Even her powers could only go so far, account for so much resiliency. Ricky was indeed a stud. And he was HER stud. She would not allow him to die as had most of the others. She wanted to use him again and again for unending pleasure. But his dulling eyes foretold of his imminent passing. She had to act quickly.

"Ricky, look at me," she said. He turned his head slowly and fixed his eyes on her. Raising her left arm up to her lips, she bit her wrist until bright red blood bubbled from it. She shoved her bleeding wrist against Ricky's pale lips. "Drink, Ricky, drink. Savor my blood...OUR blood. Bond with me forever. Pleasure me forever. Drink, my pet, or you'll die."

Ricky hesitated. But the sticky blood on his lips was too irresistible. Even though he knew if he drank of it, he'd be Vanessa's plaything forever, he still couldn't fight the urge. He opened his mouth, sucking on her wrist, drinking deeply. He grabbed her arm and held it fast to his mouth, drinking desperately, sucking hard, feeling the lukewarm blood flow down his throat.

"Yes, yes, little Ricky, give yourself to me for all time," Vanessa urged. "We belong together. We will fuck ourselves into oblivion night after night after night. Once you've savored my blood, you will be mine forever, body and soul. Drink up. Give your heart to me. Give me your soul. Spend eternity as my plaything. You won't regret it."

When she knew he'd had enough, Vanessa took her arm from Ricky, even though he wanted more. If she gave him too much, he might even become more powerful than her, and that could not be allowed to happen. She gave him just enough, no more. He would not become vampire like her, but he WOULD be bound to her forever, or until she saw fit to release him. Having fed on her blood, he would now desire her, need her, be incomplete without her. He would do anything to earn her favor. He would please her in any way she chose. Now, more than ever, he was hers.

The color returned to Ricky's face. The sickly blue tint was replaced by a vibrant pink tone. The dulling eyes sparkled with life again. His short, shallow breaths became full and strong. He turned to look at Vanessa, and this time he saw not the evil creature that had so humiliated and used both himself and poor Maryann, but a goddess, a woman he worshipped and needed. Just as Vanessa knew it would be.

Taking Ricky's face in her hands, Vanessa clamped her blood-smeared mouth against his, kissing him passionately, mingling their blood in both their mouths. He kissed her back, equally as passionately, his arms squeezing her tightly against him. Vanessa pulled away from his hungry mouth and looked into his newly awakened eyes.

"Are you my property forever, little Ricky? Will you obey me and pleasure me for all eternity?" Her eyes searched his, her evil brain roiling with a mixture of twisted hope and actual desire for this strong boy. Oh, what a lusty pair they would make, as long as he kept his place.

"Yes, Vanessa," he said quietly, his eyes showing his sincerity, "I'll always be whatever you need me to be. I'll give my life pleasing you, if need be." Once again, she peered into his mind, satisfied that it showed the same sincerity evidenced in his eyes.

The vampiress smiled. Already she planned such perverted delights. She'd only scratched the surface of her depravity this night, and she had so much more in store for her football star stud. Together they'd scale the heights of pleasure and perverse experimentation. They were bound together body and soul, and her new pet would never again be able to live without her. No matter what she put him through, he would come crawling back for more every time. Eternity was now looking quite bright, despite her life being spent in darkness. Someday, she would make Ricky like her, so they could live together in the night. But not just yet. She rather enjoyed him as her sex slave, his only desire to satisfy her urges. Yes, she liked that very much for now. If he held up under her constant sexual needs, if he could please her in every possible way, then and only then, after years of servitude and faithfulness, she'd make him like her...and together they'd use other humans as pawns and pets...and sustenance. Her mind was made up.

But sunrise would be here soon. Even with the thick shades hiding the location of the autumn moon, she could FEEL where it hung in the sky. Likewise, she could feel the encroachment of the sun. Vanessa would have to let her slave go for now, leave him to his world of coeds and collegiate heroism. But she would keep tabs on him, and find him when she needed him. And he would wait for her, welcome her, live for every moment he was able to satisfy her. As she prepared to leave him there on his hospital bed, she knew this was true.

When Vanessa got up off the bed to leave, Ricky's eyes got wide and he reached out for her, to bring her back to him, clutch her tightly to him. She liked that very much. Already he needed her unconditionally. Already he lived only for her.

Walking over to the chair where she'd left her bright white uniform, she got dressed, smiling at Ricky the entire time. Unlike earlier, when she'd hurriedly disrobed in a cloud of billowy, blue-gray smoke, this time Vanessa allowed Ricky to watch her dress, feast his eyes on every erotic detail. She dressed slowly, deliberately enticing him with her every curve as she covered them with nurse's whites. She took special delight in watching his eyes when she sat and ever so slowly and deliberately put on her stockings, snickering wickedly when he looked between her legs as she raised each to adorn it in sheer white nylon. She'd saved her panties for last, knowing this raised leg peep show would further inflame her new slave's desire for her. It worked perfectly, and she licked her lips for the hundredth time when she saw him squirming in the bed. Enticement for the future. She wanted him dreaming and fantasizing of her from this very second right up until the moment when she came to claim him again. Just from that look in his eyes, she knew he'd be waiting for her...waiting to please her completely and unconditionally.

When she finally took pity on him and finished her exhibitionistic display, she walked over to him, lying despondently on the soiled sheets. She bent to kiss him, like a mother kissing her child goodnight. "Sleep well, little Ricky," she whispered, "rest and grow strong. I'll be needing your services on many long nights and you'll need to keep your strength up for me. When the doctors reexamine you tomorrow, they'll find your brain back where it should be in your skull. Your mind will be healed, your mental faculties sharp and clear, and you'll have a clean bill of health all around. You'll be discharged, I'm sure, though they may keep you around for a bit just because they think some sort of miracle has occurred - of their doing, no doubt. When you leave, feel free to chase your little cheerleaders around and bed whomever you wish, but always remember you belong to ME, and you'd better be ready to perform for me whenever I need you to. Don't forget that. I'll find you wherever you may go. Our blood is mixed now. We are one. You can never escape that."

"I don't want to, Vanessa," Ricky said, touching her hand with his fingertips, "I couldn't possibly live without you." He touched her longingly, his eyes pleading with her not to leave. That made her tingle all over.

"That's exactly as it should be," she replied. "Now, I've got to leave. I'll find you when I need you. Sleep now, Ricky. Sleep, and dream of me."

Instantly, his head sunk into the pillow, his eyelids fluttered shut, and he slept deeply. Vanessa reached down and touched his forehead, planting in his mind an explanation for the bloodstains on his bed, in the very likely event anyone should ask. The other stains were already drying, and would more than likely not even be noticed. And even if they were, there was nothing shocking about a young man Ricky's age...relieving himself of sexual tensions. Not a single eyebrow would be raised in surprise.

The supremely arrogant vampiress then left the room, walking directly to the nurses' station to plant that same explanation into Maryann's brain. She walked silently up behind the busy Maryann as she fussed feverishly with her charts, and laid her hands gently on the woman's head. Instantly, the blood spots had a very valid explanation, and would not become an issue. Along with that implanted scenario, Vanessa also attached to Maryann's mind the belief that Vanessa was there with her, the entire rest of the night. Without knowing it, Maryann would finish all of Vanessa's charts and patient care, and even clock her out at the end of the shift. Meanwhile, Vanessa would have a head start on the rising sun. She would easily arrive at her dark apartment long before its killing rays would envelop the town. 




Night Nurse



When I was eighteen I had to go into the hospital for a small operation. The doctors thought something was not quite right in my stomach. So they decided to have a look with one of these clever keyhole devices, which meant making two tiny holes in my abdomen and having a poke around. I was told to arrive in the evening and was put into a small ward on my own. 

One of the nurses showed me the room and told me to get my pajamas on. A bit later she came back and said she was going to shave me. 

"I have already shaved this morning." I said. 

"Not your face, silly, your tummy has to be shaved before the operation, so drop your trousers and lie on the bed for me." She replied.

She was a nice looking lady about fifty years old, nicely rounded without being fat. I was glad she wasn't one of the young ones, I'd have been really embarrassed. Anyway, I laid down with everything on show and she put on some surgical gloves and took out a little electric razor and started to shave me. She started fairly high but then gradually got closer and closer to my pubes. She started to shave right down to the root of my penis. As she did so she was stretching the skin with her free hand, and her wrist was resting on my penis. She moved it gently as she worked and I could feel it rubbing on me and that was starting to get me a bit hard.

My penis is quite long but is normally not very thick when it is quiet. But when it gets hard it gets very thick and I was starting to get a bit worried. Her wrist was rubbing on my cock, then all of a sudden she placed her hand on it to hold it down. But of course just the opposite happened. I felt totally embarrassed and I spluttered to say I was sorry. 

"Don't be sorry, it's flattering for someone of my age to have a young lad like you getting a hard on. Let me just tidy you up and we'll see what we can do." She replied tiding up all my hair. 

"That's a very fine cock you've got there." She said with a smile on her face.

She peeled off the plastic gloves and then gently stroked around my shaved belly and down to my cock and let just a single finger rub lightly up and down the shaft. I watched my cock grow fatter till it was fully erect.

"It's even bigger than I thought!" She said 

Then she slid her hand right round the shaft and slowly moved it up and down, always going a bit further down than up so my foreskin was gradually pulled right back until my glands was fully displayed. Although I had had messed about with a couple of girls I really knew nothing about sex and had never had a girl touch my cock with her hand so this was getting me very rapidly aroused. I could see a little bead of fluid on the end and I knew I would cum soon and I asked her to stop.

"Why, don't you like it?" She asked and I didn't know what to reply. 

"It's because you are afraid of coming, isn't it?" And I nodded. 

"Don't worry, just relax and enjoy it. Your knob is lovely and that bright shiny end is like a lollipop."

"Well you wouldn't want to lick it anyway." I said.

"Why not?" 

She replied as she bent over me with her tongue out and began to lick up and down my glistening knob. 

She then started to give me little sucking bites on my foreskin and by this time I was throbbing with pleasure. 

"I think it's good enough to eat." 

She said as she looked up at me then slowly, slowly slid her lips right over the end of my knob and half way down the shaft. 

She started to slide her mouth up and down my hard on and almost at once I exploded. I tried to pull away but she held me in her mouth till I spurted again and again. At last she slid away from me, sat up, smiled, and then swallowed my cum. 

"You taste good, I've saved a bit for you." 

And with that she leaned over and kissed me with her lovely lips parted. 

I could feel the cum around my lips as she slid her tongue in so I could taste for myself. 

"That was an education for you, I hope you enjoyed it." 

She said as she got a flannel and washed around my cock giving me a gentle stroke in the process and then left.

Next morning I had the examination and later in the day I was told that there was nothing wrong and to go home in the morning. That night I couldn't sleep for thinking of the night before and I had to have a good wank to relieve myself but it wasn't a patch on having my cock in her mouth. 

The next morning I was called early and told to get ready to leave as they needed my bed. I went to the nurses desk to say goodbye and there was nurse Helen smiling at me. I blushed and she asked me how I was getting home and when I said on the bus Helen said she could give me a lift as she had just finished her shift. 

I sat in the car beside her and could not believe that this middle aged lady had given me the best thrill I had in my short life. Soon the car stopped and she said that this was her flat and did I want to come in for a coffee.

We went in to a nice room where she made a coffee and went into the bedroom. A few minutes later Helen came out and had taken off her uniform and put on a light summer skirt and blouse. Her body was very nicely rounded not fat but with full breasts and bum and as she walked around the room the cheeks of her arse moved beautifully. Her skirt was just above her knees and when she sat in the chair opposite me and crossed her legs I got a glimpse of lovely rounded thighs. 

When we had drunk our coffee Helen went into the other room and came back holding a swimsuit. It was cut very high, and she asked if I liked it. I said yes and she said that it showed off a lot of her pubic hair. 

"How would you like to return the compliment and shave me?" Helen asked. 

I said yes of course I would thinking she was joking but I was wrong. She led me into the bedroom where a big towel lay on the bed and gave me the same razor she had used to shave me. Then she undid her skirt and let it drop. Underneath it she was naked and I looked at her lovely dark curly bush.

"I'm not sure how much to have off, shall I leave a strip over my fanny or shall you shave it all off?" She asked.

"I think I'll have it all off, I can always grow it again." She said this time with grin on her face.

By this time I was getting a good hard on, I'd never really looked at a bare cunt before and the idea of putting my hands on it was really getting to me. 

"Hang on, you'll damage me if you get over excited." 

Helen said as she noticed the state I was in.

Helen undid my belt and slid my jeans and underpants down and took hold of me. This time she slid my foreskin right back then took a tube of KY jelly out of a drawer and covered my knob. Then Helen stroked and slid over my knob until I was ready to burst then she took a tissue and wanked me hard till I came into her other hand. 

"Right, now to business." 

She said, and laid down on the towel.

I took the razor and started to shave the top of her pubes but it wasn't cutting very well. Helen told me to stretch the skin like I would on my face and I found that my hand was getting close to her crack and I was really nervous. 

"You've never got this close to a pussy before, have you? I don't think you've ever seen one properly, are you still a virgin?" Helen asked me again.

I admitted that I was so she said I'd better have a good look and she'd tell me all about it and she lifted her knees and opened her legs wide. I had seen photos in porn magazines but this was the first time I had seen the real thing and there it was all pink and shiny. 

"This is my vagina, to use the technical word, but I always say it is my cunt. Here, give me your hand." 

She said as she took my fingers and slid two of them in between her lips. 

I don't know what I expected but this wet slippery feeling took me by surprise.

"It's all wet." I said.

"That's to make it nice and easy to slide in and out of and it gets really juicy when I am excited." 

Helen answered as she slid my fingers out and up.

"There's my pee hole, but it's not very obvious and you needn't bother about it. But this is the interesting bit." 

She said as she fingered the bulge at the top of her slit.

"This is the clitoris, I call it my clit and it's there just to give me pleasure. Men can wank themselves with their cocks and women can do it by rubbing their clits. Go on feel it, and stroke it." 

I did as Helen said, and I could feel it starting to stiffen under my fingers. 

"That's lovely now get me shaved but you don't need to worry which bit of me you are touching." She smirked.

I went back to the razor but this time I let my hand stray into her crack while I stretched her skin and soon she was hairless. I brushed the hair off and took the towel away.

"You had better make sure you have done a good job." 

She said as I ran may hand over her hairless cunt.

"The best way is to feel it with your tongue so go on down you go." 

She said as she began to push my head down towards her pussy. 

I thought she was joking but bent down and licked her shaved pussy anyway. I could smell her musky odor and was going to stop when she pushed my head down further so that I was against her slit.

"Lick my clit please." 

Helen begged and spread her legs wide again. 

I gently touched her with my tongue, and I heard her make a little noise. 

"Suck it, bite it, don't be so gentle!" 

So I did as I was told and her clit swelled till I could suck it well into my mouth. 

"Put your fingers into my cunt, not just one it's big enough for a baby to get out so fill me up!" She moaned.

I slid first two, then three, then four fingers into her. By now she was much wetter and I could feel her juices starting to run over my hand. 

"Quick put your tongue in!" Helen cried out.

I spread her lips and thrust my tongue in and licked her cunt while I squeezed her clit with my hand. Suddenly her legs closed round my head and I was held in that hot wet grip while her body started to thrust against my face till she relaxed and released me. 

"Come and kiss me you wonderful boy." 

She cooed as she pulled me up to her face. 

Her tongue was in my mouth and her teeth nibbling at my lips so I did the same till she pulled back.

"You smell of cunt, it's nice." She smiled.

Then she rolled away from me and told me to lie down on my back. I had gotten a nice hard on and she just looked at it.

"That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and it's brand new and unused." Said Helen.

She got on her knees at the bottom of the bed and gave my cock a long gentle suck then pushed the foreskin back with her lips. Then she started to move slowly up my body kissing and licking at my belly and then my chest while sucking hard on each nipple, then she kissed my neck and my mouth with just a soft gentle kiss. By this time my cock was really hard and she moved so that her cunt was above it. 

Then Helen moved down very slowly so that my cock was against her clit and she rubbed against it for a moment before moving so that her cunt was touching the end of my knob and she eased herself down so that the top half of my throbbing dick entered her. She withdrew so that we were not touching but quickly eased down again so that my hard cock was right inside. Up again and down but this time she did not stop until I was right inside her and she was sitting on me. 

"How does that feel?" I was asked.

I could hardly speak, I had never thought it could be that good to get my cock into this hot slippery, velvety, wonderful place. 

"Don't move till I tell you, I'm going to fuck you." She moaned at me.

It was hard to believe that this respectable middle age lady was astride me with my cock buried deep in her cunt. She still hd her blouse on but she sat up on me and undid the buttons and took it off. Then she put her hands behind her back and unfastened her bra. 

"Take it off for me, please." Helen begged me.

I put my hands on her shoulders and slid the straps down, and pulled the bra away from her breasts. 

"Well, what do you think?" She asked me.

Her breasts were full and firm and her nipples pointing a little south. Her skin was quite brown which I found out later that she sunbathed naked, but the ring round her big nipples was quite dark. She put my hands on her breasts and I stroked and squeezed them. Then she took my finger and rubbed it across her nipples and as I continued to do it they grew firm and I started to squeeze and pull them. 

"Harder, I'll tell you if it hurts." She smiled.

So I started to squeeze and twist them till she cried out with pleasure and took my hands away and leaned forward so her breasts were close to my face.

"Suck me hard, bite me." Helen ordered me.

So I sucked her nipple as far as I could into my mouth and tongued as hard as I could then started biting till Helen said that that was enough. She drew back and sat up and she put her hand down to her pussy and started to rub her clit. 

"Let me do that." I said. 

"No, watch me I'm going to wank myself. It's best when there's a prick inside." 

She got more and more aroused and I could feel the spasms through her cunt and against my cock and soon she gave a little scream and collapsed down against me. After a few moments she was up again kneeling over me and moving up and down slowly at first then quicker. I was nearly ready to come when she told me to move as well. I grabbed her arse and as she came down I pushed up against her till I could feel my cum rushing into her and I thrust again and again till I was empty and I realized that she was moaning with joy. Helen lowered her whole body against me and we gradually relaxed as my cock softened.

After a bit she sat up and pulled off my limp cock and started to kneel her way up the bed until her pussy was above my face. The lips were parted and she was dripping with my cum and her juice. She slowly lowered herself so that my face was against her cunt and the wetness of us ran against me. 

"See what we taste like together." Helen said.

I licked up the wetness and loved the smell and the taste of it then she withdrew from my face. 

"Let's go and shower, I'm a bit sweaty." She said.

Helen was right her body had been glistening with sweat while she was fucking me so I followed her into the bathroom. There was a big walk in shower and she set the water and pulled me in with her. She took a bottle of gel and started to spread it over me making a lather over my chest and stomach. Then she washed my legs and finally put more gel in her hand and started to rub it around my cock and balls sliding back my foreskin and washing my knob carefully. 

I was a bit stiff but not really hard when she started to wash my back. She started at my shoulders and gradually worked down to my buttocks. Here she washed with two hands, round and round but all the time pushing a little further into my crack till at last her fingers started to rub my arsehole. I wasn't expecting this and when she took her hand away I thought she had finished but she put some more gel on her hand and went straight back to the same place. Her hand was slippery and she pushed her finger against me.

"Relax, and let me in." She said in a husky voice.

I had been tensing my arse against her but then I relaxed and her finger slid into me and she moved in and out. This was another surprise from her and my cock was instantly as hard as iron. She took my hard cock in her other hand and moved the two hands in unison with my foreskin back and the gel making things slippery. She held me firmly and moved fast and I soon gave a shout and shot my load in a great spurt. After that she rinsed me off and pulled my foreskin back where it belonged.

"Now you do me." Helen growled.

I soaped her shoulders and breasts and massaged her nipples until they were firm and sticking out. Then I soaped her belly for a long time. She was not fat but her belly was nicely rounded and she loved it as I caressed and gradually approached her pussy but I went on down her lovely long legs and washed each foot in turn. Then I washed up the inside of her legs until I finally got to her pussy. 

There was a stool in the shower so I told her to put one foot on it so she opened herself up to me. I soaped all around her lips then found her clit and rubbed it till it was firm. With my other hand I slid all four fingers into her lovely cunt and she squealed with joy. The gel bottle was made of smooth plastic so I took that and pushed it against her.

"That's too big." Helen grunted.

"It's not as big as a baby's head." I replied and pushed a little harder. 

It slowly went into her cunt and I moved it in and out while I rubbed her clit hard. She was gasping and saying no don't, then she made a long moan and I knew she had come and I withdrew the bottle. 

"How did you know that would do that?" She asked me.

"I just guessed." I replied.

"Well, you can keep on guessing like that for as long as you like. Now wash my back."

I started with her shoulders and soaped and rubbed her going a little further down with each stroke till I got to her arse. This was firm and round and I spent a long time always going a little further into her crack. 

"Go on, do the same for me as I did for you." She said with a little moan.

So I finally came to her bum hole. Fresh gel on my fingers and I gently increased the pressure till she opened for me and I slid a finger inside. 

"There's room for more." 

She said, so I pushed in a second and a third. 

Her muscles grasped me and I could feel all the heat from inside her as I finger fucked her at the same time as rubbing her breasts and squeezing her nipples. 

"Would you like to fuck my arse?" Helen asked.

"I'll try anything once." I said and pulled out my fingers. 

She bent over and took hold of the stool so her lovely arse was opened up to me. She told me to put some gel on her arse and on my cock to make it slippery and then I put my cock against her. I had got a huge hard on and my cock looked bigger than I had ever seen it before but I started to push against her. I watched the tip start to go in and she was making little noises so I pushed a bit more till all of my knob was inside then gradually eased the full length inside her.

"Oh God!" Helen cried. "You are bloody huge! Just rest there a minute while I get used to it." 

I stayed still but slid my hand round and started rubbing her clit quite hard. Then I put my fingers into her cunt, it was streaming wet with the soap and her juice. I could feel my cock with my fingers and I started to move it gently. She didn't complain so I went at her harder and harder until she was pushing back at me. 

Her cunt had been a lovely warm soft place but her arse was much firmer and her muscles gripped me tightly making me harder than ever. When I was nearly there I pulled right out then rammed back in as hard as I could. She screamed and I thought I had hurt her but she was pushing back at me hard as I shot my spunk deep into her arse jerking again and again. 

"That was bloody marvelous but I don't think I'll be able to sit down for a bit without remembering you." 

She said with a huge grin on her face.

"Your cock is much bigger than I have ever had in my arse now it's time for a little break." She panted.

I had gone a bit limp by then so I slid out and bent down and kissed and licked her arsehole which was wet with my spunk and still a bit open from my cock. 

"That's enough." 

She said, and went and squatted on the bidet and washed her arse and her cunt not letting me touch her.

After this she went and made a late breakfast for us. 

"I've been up all night and I'm working tonight so I've got to get some sleep. Come to bed with me and when I nod off you'd better go home." She said.

We got into bed and she rolled away from me. I curled up behind her and slid my hand round to her breasts and stroked and squeezed her nipples. She didn't say anything and I could feel a hard on coming on so I put my hand round to her pussy and stroked her clit till I felt it harden. I put my hand down to her cunt which was nicely juiced and I guided my cock into her. This time there was no hard pushing just a steady sliding in and out. I was rubbing her clit with one hand while the other fondled her breasts and her lovely arse was against my belly. After quite a long time I came inside her with long slow strokes, She then pulled away from me and in a few moments I could tell from her breathing that she was asleep so I slid out of bed dressed and went home. 




Night Nurse



As I went I made a note of her telephone number because I was sure I would be coming back, and cumming many more times.



Night Nurse



1) Thanks to my proof reader, they were lots of help on my last story and no I am not saying who it is. 

2) This is pure fiction, no one in it is real, in other words I made it all up LOL.

3) This is for 18 plus, do not ready if you are under that age.


You might remember me, I made the papers a few years back. One national gutter rag said "DRUNK SAVES CHILD" another paper said "CHILD SAVED FROM LORRY". Both are true, I was lucky not to die. I had been out all day drinking with some friends. It was World Cup fever time again and I was trying to get over a bad break up.

We were on our way to a pub, just a bit drunk when I saw a kid of about ten run out in to a busy road after his football. As this happened I saw a HGV in the corner of my eye and shot out in to the road. I shoved the boy out of the way, he got a few minor bruises, I got a few weeks at the hospital.

The doctors said I was lucky I only had a few broken bones. A few! I had a broken leg, two breaks in my right arm, a cracked skull and whip lash. Yes, before you ask the lorry was going too fast.

Anyway, something good did come out of it. I met Helen. She is one of the funniest, prettiest, sexist and kinkiest women I have ever met.

I was laying in bed late on my second night when she came in to the room. She is 5'9" with honey blond hair and eyes like chips of blue topaz. She is a size 12, has a sexy round bum and size 34F breasts.

"So this is the hero then?" she said when she came in to the room.

"Yea that is me."

"And how are we doing tonight?"

"Oh I am fine, apart from a few broken bones" I joked.

She came around the bed and popped a thermometer in my mouth, and took my left wrist. As she lent over my top half to take my temperature I felt her breast brush against my upper arm. Now I have always had a thing for real uniforms, as well as busty women. I have always been a horny sod. Well one thing led to another and I soon had a hard on. I mean had not even had a wank for about two days.

"Well now some one is a horny young fella." Helen said when she saw the bulge.

"Sorry" I blushed.

"Someone is easy to embarrass, how cute." She said smiling at me. 

"Maybe you could help a hero out?" I came back with. As I said that Helen let my wrist go and walked to the bottom of the bed and made a few notes on my chart. As she left the room she gave me a parting wink. 

I tried to have a wank with my left hand, but it was no good. All I could think about for the next two hours was Helen and her sexy body in that tight uniform, this was not helped by the fact she kept coming in and out to see how I was. Later that night around midnight Helen came in and sat in the chair next to my bed. and we chatted.

I found out that her husband had walked out on her leaving her with two kids to raise and a mountain of debt.

"Can I ask you something please?" She asked at the end of out little chat. "Was you for real before? About wanting a helping hand?"

"Yes"

"And is it true what the said in the paper about you being some rich property guy?"

"Yes why?" 

"Well I was thinking, I really need some cash, to get out the hole my Ex put me and the kids in. And you need a helping hand so to speak, I mean I am not a hooker or anything."

"I know, the uniform is a dead give away, you know." I said.

She smiled and blushed at me, then said "So how about it then?" and with that the same flirting nurse came back. 

"OK, but how much and how do I pay you?"

"Well how about a hand job? For say £100? I mean I am not sure how much to charge really. As for payment I was thinking if you give me your bank card I could get the cash out and give you a print out?"

"Sounds like an idea, but for £100 I would like more then just a hand job."

"Like?"

"Well how about you let me see your knickers?"

"Okay, but they are not sexy, they are more comfy then anything?" 

I just smiled at her. With that she stood up and pulled up her dress. I saw a pair of wight panties with hearts and stars on them, under her tights. "See!" she said. 

"They are great Helen" I said, "you're in them after all."

"Wow, you're a smoothy aren't you." 

She came around the other side of the bed and pulled the sheets down. Helen then hitched her dress back up and sat on the edge of the bed.

She then reached in to the opening of my PJ bottoms and took my semi hard cock in her hands. Helen slow started to pump my cock in her hand. "So you like my knickers do you?" she asked.

"Yes" I said, not taking my eyes off her knickers.

"Is it just panties you like then?"

"No"

"Really tell me more? Do you like to wear them?"

"No I like women's scent as well," came my reply. My breath by now was coming in short gasps.

Helen stopped. "What do you mean?"

"Please don't stop". 

"Tell me what you mean first?" 

"I like sniffing women worn knickers".

Helen started to pump my cock again. 

"So do you want to sniff these?" She asked.

"Yes", I replied breathing heavily.

"But they are all dirty. I mean I got them damp at least twice today. Not to mention the fact that there was no paper in the ladies. So I could not wipe, could I?"

"No." I was getting close by this time.

"But you still want them don't you?"

"Yes."

"You want to sniff my cum stained, pee stained, smelly panties don't you?"

And with that I came. It was so strong and hard Helen later told me it was like a shotgun going off, but without the bang. 

With that she cleaned me up, gave me a peck on the check, grabbed my bank card, PIN and left. 

As she walk out the door Helen said, "Maybe tomorrow night I will bring you a treat or two.

The end.



Night Nurse



I have no recollection of the accident. Speeding home after a business meeting, I fell asleep and ran off the road into a ditch, overturning the car. I became briefly conscious as they were extracting me from the vehicle, but passed out in a wave of pain. The next few days were spent dreamlike, in and out of the world, as I lay in a local hospital. As I gradually regained my wits, I learned that , in addition to a severe concussion, I suffered from a compound fracture of the upper thigh, necessitating a long recuperation period in the hospital. Both hands were completely bandaged, and I learned they had been broken when I instinctively threw them in front of my face prior to the impact; otherwise, I was unhurt.

The pain was controllable with medication, so my main problem early on was dealing with the boredom of being flat on my back twenty four hours daily. Soon this was supplanted by an increasingly urgent problem. I had led a relatively active sex life, and, after about a week of inertia, discovered that fantasys were controlling my mind. My new nurse had much of the responsibility for that problem. Nurse Terri had long brown hair, dark flashing eyes, and a cupids bow of a mouth that made me want to kiss her each time she came into the room. She was friendly enough, as she brought my medication, but apparently unaware of the turmoil she caused my libido. That was to change.

....

...I was dreaming...a very explicit sex dream, with flashing limbs, moist lips, and breathless sighs. Nurse Terri was the subject, so I was a bit disjointed to discover that it was her hand on my shoulder, forcing me awake.

She smiled. "You were having a nightmare, she said, "Things are quiet on the floor tonight. Let me give you a massage. It will help you to relax and sleep better."

My erection had subsided, and I felt that a gentle back rub would help me relax. Lord knows, sleep had been fitful lately with these fantasys disturbing my rest. I rolled over on my stomach and let her begin.

I was first aware of how incredibly soft her hands were. Like clouds wrapped in silk, they glided down my back, from my neck to the soles of my feet, then up the insides of my thighs, where they gently nudged the sides of my balls.

"Ok, turn now!" With trepidation, but growing excitement, I obeyed her. My flesh was turgid, but she seemed not to notice, as she spread lotion on my chest. Lower, her figertips moved, until they were combing through the dark forest below my navel. Only sheer force of will prevented my erection, but I was visibly swollen, and the dark veins were beginning to show through the whiteness of my shaft. I sighed inadvertently as she moved her hands down to my feet, and I could see the shadow of a smile play across her lips.

Gently, like wings, her soft hands ascended, slowly from my feet to my calves, until they were caressing the insides of my thighs and nudging my testicles. My penis was visibly throbbing and I held my breth to control my passion.

"Don't fight it," she whispered, so quietly I barely heard her, "it's all right. It's perfectly normal, and I don't mind! Really!" With that, she took my cock in her hand and I groaned and surrendered to her completely.

No words can describe the feel of her soft hands, or the sweet ached that she caused in me with her touch. All perception of time vanished until finally I felt that beautiful moment when all awareness flows into the sexflesh, and the surrender is near. "Are you ready?" she whispered. "You are, aren't you" My deep pulse in her hands was answer enough. With incredible tenderness, she bent and surrendered her mouth to me.

Soft and wet, her lips and tongue bathed me lovingly. Inexorably, her mouth descended until I was fully inside her achingly beautiful face. With her sweet tongue licking beneath my head, I came. Not like an explosion, it was more a deep flow, like a river, pouring out of my whole body. I watched as, with closed eyes, she drank my love.

Whole minutes passed as she lay with eyes closed and her cheek on my genitals. Finally she arose and kissed my on the mouth. "Goodnight, darling, sleep well," she said, and walked out of the room to complete her rounds.



Night Nurse: A True Story



About ten years ago, I suddenly came down with appendicitis. It was emergency surgery and there were some complications, so I had to stay in the hospital for a few days. By the third day I was up and around and feeling better. I would do laps around the ward with my wheeled IV stand squeaking and my cotton gown flapping behind me. I stopped at the nurses station and sweet-talked them into giving me a Coke, even though I wasn't supposed to have anything but ice. They had an IV tube taped to my right arm going into the forearm, plus they had left an IV needle taped to the back of my left hand. It made eating and writing really awkward since I'm left-handed and didn't like the idea of flexing my hand with a needle stuck in the vein.

Now, left to my own devices, I stroke off a couple of times a day and even when I'm sick I rarely miss a day. Since I was feeling pretty crappy before I went to the doctor, it had been four or five days since I had gotten any relief. There were friends, doctors, ministers, dieticians, nurses and orderlies in and out all day. Not a moments peace. I swear, my testicles felt like softballs as they swung unencumbered under my gown. 

Finally, it was lights out around ten o'clock. I worked a crossword puzzle for a while to let things settle down. Good thing I was using a pencil, I couldn't concentrate to save my life. I was thinking about Eileen, one of the day-shift nurses and how sexy she looked in her white uniform with the panty lines showing. After I had waited as long as I could stand, I put the magazine aside and turned the lights off. I slid the blankets down and pulled the gown flap aside. Cupping my balls, I was amazed at how big they felt. I grabbed the Kleenex box and put it on the bed next to me. This was going to be messy.

I took my time, partially because I wanted to enjoy the build up and partially because I was using my off hand and it was awkward. I had just gotten Eileen's pantyhose down to her knees and I was thrusting away with two fingers when there was a light tap at the door. Shit. I barely had time to yank the blanket up before the nurse came in and flipped on the lights.

"You're awake."

"Yeah, I'm kind of a night owl." God, she was beautiful. She had shoulder-length red hair like fine copper and a creamy complexion. I hadn't seen her before. She was in green scrubs with a stethoscope looped around her neck. She had a beige plastic tray that had all her supplies. She put it on the counter by the sink. Her badge said Mary. Figures, I thought, a good Irish lass. She did the temperature and blood pressure check. Having her leaning over me and brushing my skin was making my cock stir again. She checked the IV's.

"Uh-oh, this one's bleeding." 

There was some bright blood under the tape on my left hand. I must've snagged it on the blanket. She got a bandage and alcohol swab from her plastic tray. She cradled my left arm against her breast as she peeled off the old tape and swabbed it down. Even with her ripping the hair off the back of my hand, it was too much, my dick was like a chunk of petrified wood.

She glanced over at me and said, "How did you do that?"

I just blushed and didn't say anything. She looked down and saw the Kleenex box and my cock barely hidden by the thin blanket. "Oh." She put the large clear bandage over the IV in my hand. "It must be difficult with all that hardware."

Being the smooth operator that I am, I said, "Yeah."

Mary gently put my arm back on the blanket. I saw her take a deep breath and let it out. She went over and closed the door until it was just barely ajar. "I think I can help." I just stared as she rolled down the blanket. She reached out and ran a finger along my shaft. My cock jerked at her touch. She curled her fingers around it and gave it a couple of strokes. I groaned softly and slid closer to the edge of the bed. She started sliding her hand up and down on my shaft. The head of my cock was nearly purple as she ran the skin up over the crown. I was oozing pre-cum, which made it even slipperier. She leaned forward as she picked up the pace. My body was completely rigid. Suddenly, she stopped stoking. I opened my eyes just in time to see her lower her head and run her pink tongue around the head of my cock. I almost popped right then. 

She stood up and I thought that maybe she had changed her mind. She took off her stethoscope and put it in the plastic tray. She brushed her beautiful hair back and leaned down, smoothly enveloping my cock in her warm, soft mouth. She gently fondled my balls and rubbed at the base of my cock. I could feel her tongue along the length of my shaft. Her hair was brushing my stomach and thighs. I was panting and thrusting into her mouth. I couldn't hold back another second. I felt my balls tightening up. "I'm cumming," I gasped. She just went, "Ummm." I jerked like I had been electrocuted. I felt the powerful spurts, one after the other. On top of that, I felt her swallowing. I came as hard as I ever have in my life. Even after I stopped spurting, I could feel the cum oozing out. Mary kept swallowing until I was done. She slid her mouth off my semi-hard cock with a little pop that sent shivers through my body. She looked at me with an innocent smile and licked my cum off her forefinger. "You better get some sleep," she said as she grabbed her tray and left.

The rest of the time I was in the hospital I stayed awake late hoping to return the favor, but I never saw her again. I didn't want to make a fuss by asking too many questions about her. To this day, she remains both one of my favorite memories and my favorite fantasy since there is so much we didn't do.