2 comments/ 62999 views/ 7 favorites Affairs of Saint Mercy's By: PhantomOfMoonlight This is my first attempt at writing mature. Hopefully some people find it enjoyable. Comments and votes are always appreciated. Thank you. * Marybeth was a volunteer at Saint Mercy's Nursing Home. She was nineteen and taking a semester off from college. Her aunt had called in a favor with the director to get her the position, which would look good on her resume and keep her parents off her back about getting a job for the few months between the soon to begin semester back at the state university. Petite with dark hair that she always kept tied in a bun, she bounced through her day. She had plans to be a nurse and this job just proved to her how much she would love to be one. One of her favorite residents was a man named Albert. Once a powerful man, his family had set him into the hospital when they were concerned for his health. Albert, on several occasions, stated that he was perfectly healthy and capable to see to himself. Be that as it may, his family worried, and they thought the environment would be good for him. People around to keep him company and make sure he was safe. At eighty-six he had seen many things in his life. He had watched his kids be born and grow, marry and have their own children. He had seen nations fall and rise. He had seen world wars and depressions. More death and sickness than anyone had a right to, but still found hope. One of his greatest pleasures was watching Marybeth. She reminded him so much of his late wife, when they were both young. Marybeth only stood five foot four inches, where Albert stood six foot two inches. It was a common joke when Albert and his wife Juliet were alive that they looked like Lincoln and his wife, tall and short. Marybeth had a grace to her, and her blue eyes shown brightly with the pale blue scrubs she was required to wear. If anything, Marybeth's presence proved without a doubt that Albert was not a dead man. She had a way of arousing his body that he had to grit his teeth and tear his fingers into the sheets just to keep from reaching out for her. Perhaps that was the reason Albert enjoyed playing an invalid, just to have Marybeth near, but he wasn't certain. All he did know was that Marybeth would be leaving soon and he wasn't sure what he'd do without her. Laying on his bed, his roommate asleep or comatose, Albert wasn't too sure, he watched as Marybeth brought in the tray of food for him and came to help him sit up. Her pants were low, as always, the belt doubled over a few time so they sat on her hips rather than her waist. Naturally, there was something on the floor that required her attention, Albert made sure of that, since he got to enjoy the sight of her ass as the scrubs pulled taunt over her bottom, and her thong peeked out at him as if to tease him further. He wasn't a great advocate of the styles that many of the younger generation wore, but thongs he had to say he enjoyed. "Good afternoon, Albert. I hope you're feeling better today." Marybeth's usual greeting in a cheerful voice. As always, she set the food down on the rolling tray then looked to him. Giving a smile, she moved to his bedside. "Shall we try to go to the bathroom before we prepare to eat?" Albert knew that she wasn't trying to be condescending but he just wanted to show her how strong he really was. How much he didn't need her help. But he couldn't find it in him to utter such profane words that such an action would take. Instead he gave a nod of his head. Today, he decided as he caught sight of her tiny thong peeking out at him once more, would be the day that she learned just how able he was. As she went to go set the tub into the toilet to collect the urine, he grabbed the soft restraints from his roommate's bed. With a pair of cuffs, and a wash cloth he grabbed from the cupboard as he walked towards the bathroom, he shut the door behind him, locking it in place. Marybeth was chattering about something, but Albert didn't pay much attention. Instead, he waited while her back was turned then grabbed her around her upper body, shoving the washcloth into her mouth as she gasped in surprise. Her scream was muffled by it and he sat down on the toilet, pinning her against his lap. It was easy with her petite size to overpower her, getting one hand cuffed then set to the side rail of the toilet and the other towards the opposite. It left her facing the toilet and bent slightly. Looking over his handy work, Albert caressed her pale face, watching her wide blue eyes. "You're okay, Marybeth. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I've been waiting for this moment a long time to do anything bad to you." He let his hands move down her neck to her scrub top then down to the hem. Lifting it, he tucked it up, his arm pulling through the wide collar. Releasing one hand, he forced the struggling limb through the arm hole and then forced it back to the handrail. Doing the same with the other, her folded her top and set it on the counter of the sink. Leaning down, he reached for one of her feet. Marybeth had forgotten that she had legs and tried to kick out. Albert blocked the kick but received one in the side when she quickly switched feet. Giving a growl, he sat up and backhanded her across the face, watching the angry red coloring bloom over her right cheek as tears filled her eyes. "No, Marybeth. Don't try me. I'll cause you more pain than you ever knew if you do that again." Grabbing her foot, he ripped her sneaker off then her sock. He held her leg up in a way that made it impossible for her to kick him if she struggled, and he rubbed his fingertips over the soft sole of her foot and over her toes. Smiling, her tickled gently, watching her leg flex and jerk in reaction. Chuckling, he set her foot down. "If I had more time, I'd make explore every inch of you from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. I'd find every possible way to make you respond to me." After a moment, Albert rose and slipped beneath one of her arms to step out of the bathroom, quickly shutting the door behind him. He had thought to finish stripping her but he doubted she would hold still for him to do that, plus what he wanted to do. A smile touched his lips as he saw someone walk by the room with a cane. It was perfect. Going to the supply closet, he asked for one, stating that his leg was bothering him and he'd like the support. Since it wasn't an uncommon request, the nurse handed it over without thought. Passing a nurses station, he also picked up a roll of medical tape as he passed, no one noticing as the nurse on duty dealt with a phone call from a concerned relative. Entering his room and the bathroom, he looked to Marybeth, smiling as he saw her. Closing the door and locking it once more, he then knelt down beside her and grabbed her still shoed foot. Catching her by surprise, it was easy to get the shoe off her as well as the sock. Setting the cane between her feet, the four footed bottom cupped one ankle perfectly, and he used the medical tape to secure her ankle in place. He pressed the handle to the inside of her other ankle and taped it as well, providing an impromptu leg spreader. Going to her hands, he taped her fingers together and then her thumbs to the bars so she couldn't pull at the cuffs, as he had noticed evidence of her doing. She cried as she found herself perfectly secure, the bright pink matching bra holding her quivering breasts. Gathering up a few last strips of the tape, he taped the washcloth in place then sat down back on the toilet. Facing her, he looked over his handy work, finding pleasure in what he saw. His Juliet had never been one to venture from the norm but Albert found he liked the sight of the young girl bound before him, awaiting his pleasure. Reaching out, he brushed his fingers over the top of her breasts. "You're beautiful Marybeth, and I'm going to enjoy this." Pulling her breasts free from her bra, he held them up as he dipped his head, kissing the top of her breasts softly, reverently. Her skin was so soft and tasted warm and sweet to his lips. Lapping over her flesh, he let his thumbs brush over her nipples, watching them begin to harden as he continued to tease them. Looking up at her flushed, wet face, he lapped over one of her nipples, rubbing the tip with the flat of his tongue. He watched more color enter her face before she looked away. Smiling he brought his teeth around her nipple and tugged gently before sucking hard. Her body bucked and she grunted behind the washcloth, squirming as he continued to suck. Gradually he lessened the pressure of his mouth, pinching her untouched nipple and rubbing it between his forefinger and thumb. This time Marybeth moaned ever so softly beneath the washcloth. Pulling his mouth back, he looked to her face, gently stroking and rubbing her nipples with both hands. He saw how her eyes closed, her lashes fluttering over the tops of her cheeks as her breathing changed. He had to smile, realizing she liked that. Looking to her perfectly shaped breasts, the type that fit into his hands, her tugged on her nipples, checking to see when pleasure turned to pain for her then bringing her back to pleasure. Marybeth couldn't believe what was happening. Albert had her tied up in a bathroom and was now fondling her. She hated that his treatment had caused a small spark of desire, especially when he tickled her foot and said he would play with her all day if he had the time. And now he had found out one thing that many men never came to notice. Her breasts were sensitive but she preferred the touch of fingers than mouth there. Oh, she found it arousing to be suckled but to gain any reaction from her a man had to use his fingers to get her to moan. Albert's fingers were weather worn and felt wonderful on her sensitive tips. Unable to close her legs, she had to stand there, her pussy beginning to ache with need as he just played with her. Albert noticed how she began to pant and arch into his touch. He watched her nipples, seeing how red they got before he finally released them. Reaching down, he pulled at her pants, only able to get them to her knees. Displeased, he searched the pockets, smiling when he found a pair of scissors. Cutting the band, he chuckled and looked at her. "Always prepared, that's my girl." Marybeth blushed under his praise, embarrassed to be so stripped before him but somehow pleasured by his words. She didn't want this but.... No, she couldn't think of any buts'. Albert set the scissors down and brushed his hands over her trembling thighs and back, teasing over the lower curve of her rear. She seemed so perfectly made for him. Sliding his hands back around to her hips; one held the side of her hips as the other traced lower down the center. He could tell from the fit of her thong that she was shaven, or perhaps even waxed. He liked the idea, considering their age differences. It suited Marybeth. Lightly, his fingers rubbed over the crotch of her panties, feeling her labia and the heat coming from her. Slowly the moisture seeped through the material and she shivered as he teased her labia more. Smiling at her he continued to rub, watching her face. "Don't fight it, Marybeth. I see how much you like it." Marybeth gave him a defiant look and he just chuckled before slipping around her to enjoy the back view. Her ass cupped the pink thong perfectly and he kneaded both hands into either cheek, offer both a few slaps in turn. He loved watching her body jolt at the shock, the way her skin warmed up beneath his hand. Now and again he would hook one finger into the strap of her thong and rub his knuckle over the base of her pussy, feeling how drenched she was getting. Yes, even she liked the feel of his hands on her ass. Marybeth couldn't believe that he just played with her body so, nails teasing over the back of her thighs, his hands molding and shaping her ass before offering a few more slaps. And he always checked to make sure she enjoyed herself. She wasn't sure if that was the best or worst part yet. Finally he pulled at her hips, forcing her to bend over more before drawing away her thong, having to use the scissors to cut it off. She was prepared to feel his cock force its way into her wet hole but it didn't happen. Instead, he cupped the front of her thighs, his face close to her backside, his breath teasing her skin. "You know, you look like a filly getting ready to be bred, and you are. You're young and impetuous. You need a solid man in your life and a child in your belly to show you responsibility; your place. And I'm going to show you why." Closing her eyes, Marybeth prepared herself for rough fondling, but instead it was his tongue teasing over her labia. Her legs almost gave out but he held her thighs tight, not letting her hobble forward or draw back. Kept in position, her breath shuddered to a halt a few times in her lungs. No man should know how to work a woman's body so well. Albert licked lightly at the moist lips of Marybeth's pussy. Her thong had been tight enough to squeeze some of her juices from her. Now he slowly tunneled his tongue between her lips, teasing them more as he licked, lapping away her flowing juices. He could tell just by how she twitched and twisted that she liked what he was doing, and his tongue teased its way into her center, pushing in and sucking on the copious amount of juices he found there. Marybeth's soft moans became louder as the sounds of his ministrations filled the room. With each growing sound, his tongue worked a little harder, beginning to move deeper into her before sliding back to swirl around then slid forward to find her citreous. That made her squeal and her hips to buck. Again Albert chuckled at her reaction and this time feathered his tongue to her clit. She wasn't allowed any quarter, or ability to stop him. He flicked his tongue over the nub, licked at it, even spanked it before pressing his face into her more and sucking on it. She exploded then, panting and groaning against the cloth in her mouth, Albert's hands holding her up and steady when she tried to grind into him or fall down. He continued to suck until her orgasm subsided, then forced her to hold still as he licked her clean, drawing whimpers from her. When he finally drew his mouth away from her, he used her top to wipe his mouth off as he looked over his results, using two fingers to absently spread her open so he could see every inch of her. Marybeth didn't seem to care, absorbed in her own world. When a finger slid inside her and began to gently probe, she just pushed back and wiggled. Albert liked watching her do this, wiggling her ass to him as he fingered her. He had been looking for a hymen, but not having found her cherry, he knew that she had had sex before, though not often if how tight she felt was any indication. With the tip of his finger, he searched out that special bundle of nerves and began to rub, watching and waiting with patience until she was dripping from his hand and panting hard. Only then did he rise up and begin to tug down his pajama pants. Stripping the pants from him, he released his cock, seven and half inches of throbbing flesh that had not been inside a woman for years. He knew he wouldn't last long, but he didn't care. He was finally going to have Marybeth. Grasping her hips he rubbed himself against her, just enjoyed the warm, wet feel before positioning the head of his cock to her entrance and slowly pushing in. At first her body resisted him but after a moment, she spread open, accepting him like a perfectly fit glove, just snug enough to add to his pleasure. Marybeth shivered as she felt Albert pushing into her, filling her. He was bigger than she expected and so hard that she nearly came right then and there on him. Somehow she managed to hold out, and enjoy as he began to slide in and out of her slowly. He gave a few test thrusts, gliding in and out to get a feel for her before bowing his body over her's. Albert's hips cupped Marybeth's, his right hand sliding to cup her left breast and pull at her nipple, while his left hand moved to the front of her hips and set his forefinger against her clit, massaging it. He wanted to feel her cum around him, even as he just wanted to release his seed into her fertile little womb and hope for the best. In either case, he was going to get one of his wishes. Marybeth became alive in his arms, her hips rocking against his, her moans and sound of pleasure sounding in her chest as Albert fucked her slow and steady. She could feel her orgasm building up, her clit becoming so sensitive she wanted to flinch away but then his hips stopped for a second, his breath heating her neck as he groaned. She felt his hips jerk a few times and then noticed the hot rush inside of her. His finger hadn't stopped teasing her clit until that very moment. Groaning herself, she tried to push back against him, wanting to get off so bad, but he wouldn't let her. Drawing back from her, he watched his cock slip out and her needy pussy try to grasp on. Reaching down, he cupped her mound and grinded a bit, speaking in her ear. "If you want me to fix that, you'll have to prove yourself willing." With that, he gave her ass a slap then pulled her pants up. Rolling her pants like she had it before barely kept her pants on, and her thong was too broken to be able to repair. He fitted her breasts back into her bra then released one of her hands after pressing a kiss to her spread lips. Leaving her to untangle herself, he went to the lounge to see what game they would be playing for the afternoon. Carefully, Marybeth removed the tape from her mouth, then the washcloth. She stripped off the second band from her arm and untapped her fingers. Finally she undid her legs and sat down on the toilet. Stuffing her hand into her pants, she worked her clit, trying to get off, but even as she found some release, it was anticlimactic. Albert wasn't there to stretch her open and fill her deep and strangely, she found that it did matter. Fixing her appearance and washing her face, she cleaned up his mess, putting things back where they belonged and then went to see what she had missed. The rest of the day went by in a daze for Marybeth and each moment she ached for Albert once more, making more than one mess in her scrubs that she had to clean up before they soaked through. Affairs of Saint Mercy's Ch. 02 It was several weeks before Marybeth ever allowed herself an excuse to visit Albert's room. She had left the nursing home only a week ago, but ever since that day where Albert had taken her in the bathroom... well, to say the least, Marybeth had never felt the same again. She was due to be back at the university in a matter of days, but something continued to hold her back. She didn't know if it was the secret fact that she longed to try Albert again, or the fact that what happened didn't seem real. He had played her body like an instrument and left her wanting. It was so embarrassing the way that she would grow wet when helping people to the bathroom so they could bathe or use the toilet. Her body tensed with anticipation of being grabbed a hold of and bent over again. Of course, no one tried to and since she kept from Albert's room, she had been left to her own fantasies. She had often found herself masturbating just before jumping into the shower when no one was home. It wasn't because she had some sick fetish with the toilet, at least she hoped she didn't, but because that was where Albert had taken her. All she had been able to see was the toilet and her image reflected back in the mirror. She often wondered if Albert had watched them fuck in the mirror. Seen the way her breasts jiggled. Her eyes had been closed at that point and how she dearly wished they hadn't been. Albert was a tall man with pale blond hair. She had seen images of him when he was younger, and it had always looked so startling close to white, but a soft buttery color that kept it from appearing so. He had pale blue eyes and despite his age, there was still muscle to his body. Lean is what she would call him. She hadn't expected such strength in a man his age. Now, back in Saint Mercy's, Marybeth felt a tingle of excitement skitter down her spine. She had dressed for this occasion. At the front desk she said that she was going to take Albert out for ice cream. Since he was completely healthy, both physically and mentally, there was nothing wrong with that. They merely had to check out and check back in. The girl working the desk just smiled and nodded, allowing Marybeth to go back as she pleased. Making her way to Albert's room, butterflies quickly filled her stomach. When she had passed him in the halls her last few days here, he had just smiled at her. Not a smirk or a leer, but smiled; that in part made her wonder if she had dreamed the whole event. Little did she know that Albert had kept her torn thong. He wasn't a sentimental man by nature, but the soft scent of Marybeth's arousal clung to the fabric and late at night he enjoyed breathing in the soft scent, remembering the feel of her body beneath him. He never went so far as to touch himself, despite the fact that he did get aroused by his memories. He was reading his morning paper when Marybeth came in. Thankfully his roommate was gone, off to visit with relatives or some such nonsense. Looking up over the top of the paper at the timid knock at the door, he was a bit surprised, and extremely glad, to see Marybeth standing there. He noticed right off that she was dressed up. Soft make up touched her features. She had drawn her hair up into a low ponytail that curled down to the middle of her back. He had never seen her hair down so he had never known the length of her dark tresses, or the fact that there was a curl to it. Of course, he realized that could have been managed by a curling iron. She wore a soft, white summery skirt that reminded him of petticoats from a time ago. A dark blue tank top demurely covered her upper body, making her eyes seem a lighter blue than they normally were. A jean jacket covered her arms and white sandals were on her feet. He could see the pretty pedicure she had gotten. Marybeth looked like heaven to him, all young and feminine. The uncertainty and embarrassment brought color to her pale features, making her seem more womanly than ever. He knew instantly she wasn't certain of the reception she would receive after her long absence, and he wasn't about to pass the moment up. Clearing his throat, he ruffled his paper a bit and looked down at the words, not actually reading them but making an appearance to do so. "Is there something you require, miss?" He didn't even make an attempt to use her name. A peek over the paper showed him the disappointment in Marybeth's face, the faint color in her cheeks deepening and starting to spread over all of her features. "I..." She started but then stopped. She took a few hesitant steps inward, her feet shuffling on the floor. "Albert, could we talk?" Her voice sounded hopeful and pleading at the same time, the soft scent of her perfume filling his senses to the point he was already growing hard in his pants. Giving her a stern look as he glanced at her over his paper he spoke in a deep authoritative voice. "Close the door." Marybeth looked at the door then back to him, uncertainty lighting her features once more, drawing her full strawberry kissed lips into a pout. But she did it anyway; that made Albert smirk behind his paper. She was willing to be agreeable, which made him wonder what she wanted. The sudden thought crossed his mind that she might be back for her panties. When she looked back at him, Marybeth caught Albert's scowl, and not knowing the reason for it, she quickly blundered through what she wanted to say. "Albert, I... I... I was hoping to take you out. Ice cream or something and...." She cut herself off, blushing so deeply that it traveled down her neck and chest. Seeing that she wasn't after what evidence he had of their time together he relaxed, quickly coming to understand what was going on. She had come to him. It was rather a heady thought thinking that this nineteen year old beauty was interested in a man sixty-seven years her senior, to the point that she was now here offering to take him out. The snide thought that no doubt she wanted a good fucking slipped into his mind, but the next thought that followed just made him want to grin. He had said she would have to prove herself. He kept his face stern the entire time he thought this, letting the silence fill the room a moment before he spoke. "And what if I don't want to go out for 'ice cream'?" Marybeth looked a bit flustered and taken back by his question. Her fingers played with the hem of her jacket before she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, a defensive move. "Well... what are you in the mood for?" To her that seemed like a better question. She watched as Albert all but angrily folded his paper and set it to his bedside table. He gave her the type of look many parents have given their children when they said something foolish. "I am not some boy too wet behind the ears to not know what you want, Marybeth, and I don't appreciate your attitude, especially after your treatment of me." The censor behind Albert's tone made Marybeth blush with shame, tears welling in her eyes before she ducked her head, but Albert wasn't finished. "Now, if you're really interested in spending time with me, you're going to march your little behind into that bathroom and scrub that make up from your face. You'll make full use of the facilities and then, you'll lock the door to the room before coming before me for inspection." Marybeth gave Albert a startled look and hurried to the bathroom to do as told. A scold came from Albert as she went to close the door. "I don't remember telling you to close the bathroom door, Marybeth!" Stopping in her tracks, she hesitated, not sure if this was something she wanted to be involved in but finally she swung the door back open and turned towards the sink. Albert couldn't see in to the bathroom, so she let the water run as she first took care of her personal needs then washed her face. She patted her face dry then stepped out into the bedroom, her sandals clapping against the tiles as she walked towards his beside. A disgusted sound came from Albert as he heard the noise, his gaze dropping down to the offending footwear. "Remove those and next time wear something a bit more elegant, Marybeth. Unless you prefer to be seen as a child rather than a woman." Marybeth hurried to step out of the sandals and, after a moment's thought, she picked them up and placed them next to his own, which were lined up against the wall beside his armoire. A look at Albert showed that he thought well of her action and she smiled before coming back to him, stepping within arm's reach. He reached out and flicked his fingers against her jacket. Without a word, she removed it, hanging it up in the coat closet. Again she returned but this time he didn't touch her. Leaning back against his pillows, he folded his hands over his stomach. Dressed in black flannel button down shirt, since they kept the nursing home rather chilly, and red flannel pants, he looked well dressed but comfortable, and entirely in control. "Tell me, Marybeth, why did you want me to go out with you today?" For some reason, Marybeth felt like a chastised school girl, but she knew the question was very important deep down. Looking down, her bare toes curled a bit. "I..." She began to turn so pink her ears were taking on color. "I... I... well... I..." She sobbed in a breath then looked to him, tears forming in her eyes as she all but pleaded with him. "I can't stop thinking about you, Albert. You're in my dreams at night and every fantasy. What you did to me..." She looked down, suddenly losing what steam she had. Giving a shrug, she sighed. "I was hoping we could do it again." Her tone was so shy, so pleading, it was very hard not to tell her to strip and lay her down beneath him. But this was not the time or place. Instead he gave her an almost bored stare, lifting up one pale eyebrow. "And why should I? Considering how you treated me afterwards... you just sound like a needy slut." There was a pregnant pause before he asked softly. "Are you a needy slut, Marybeth?" She looked horrified at the thought, the consideration that she was a slut in any form. Anger started to tinge her features and he could tell by the way that she gathered herself, her arms dropping, back stiffening, chest puffing out, that she was getting ready to blast him with her anger. Before she had a chance to, he sat up and gave her smack across the cheek. It wasn't enough to turn her head, but bring color into her cheek and momentarily shock her from her anger. Grabbing one of her wrists he gave her a good jerk and shook her arm. "Don't play righteous with me! You came here hoping to get fucked, so you're either going to say what I want you to say or your can march your pampered ass out my door." Marybeth just stood there struck dumb for the moment as Albert released her wrist. Tears filled her eyes again and she hung her head, her hands coming up to her face as she gave a sob. Albert was silent a moment, wondering if he had gone too far, she was young after all. Finally he sat up and reached towards her, tenderly drawing her near. Marybeth didn't fight him, perching on the edge of the bed and gratefully leaning into his chest. There she snuggled, the bout of tears small. After, she lay against him, shaken and trembling. Finally she looked up at him, her blue eyes wide and watery from the tears. "Albert I.... I'm..." For a moment, he thought she was going to apologize before her voice lost that pleading quality a bit, and turned a bit huskier. "I'm a needy slut." Her cheeks colored as she said that but he just smiled and stroked his hands over her back, asking in reply. "Are you willing to prove that to me, Marybeth?" She gave an almost eager nod of her head, her eyes wide now with curiosity as she studied his features. Giving her backside a pat, he smiled. "Strip for me Marybeth. Let me see what you wore beneath your frilly skirt and modest top." Shyly, Marybeth rose up and with her back slightly turned to him, she tugged her tank top up, exposing her flat stomach and narrow waist before her bra covered breasts became visible. He didn't seem to care that she dropped the shirt to the floor. He was admiring the white lace bra with red embroidered roses on it and slender green vines. It was beautiful, and entirely suitable to her, all soft and feminine. He was enjoying the way that her nipples shadowed the lace, puckered, though he would guess more from the lace rubbing them than arousal. When her skirt dropped he looking to the matching thong, motioning for her to spin. Slowly she did, pausing so he could get a generous look to her ass then back around. Smiling at her, Albert reached out to stroke a hand over her stomach. "You're so beautiful, Marybeth." She blushed and smiled over the compliment then moved to take off her bra. He stopped her with his hands, then lowered then to give a playful tug on her thong. "This first." She brought her hands down over his, though he drew his away, and carefully wiggled the thong down. Albert watched with pleasure. She was still as clean as she had been weeks before and he was tempted to ask whether or not she waxed but didn't. Instead he motioned to his lap. "Get me hard." It wouldn't be hard for Marybeth, considering he was halfway there, but he wanted to feel her hands and mouth on his cock. Just the thought of it made him grow a bit more. With baited breath he watched as her delicate hands caught the waistband of his pants and pulled them down. He lifted his hips to help her. She took his boxers with his pants and watched as she brought them to his ankles and he kicked them off, throwing the blankets to the floor with them. Tentatively, she crawled onto the bed, kneeling between his legs by his knees. One hand pressed into the mattress by his hip as the other curled around his cock, near the base. She stroked a bit, sliding her fist up and down the length of him. Albert unbuttoned his shirt a bit, tucking the side away from his stomach so that he could watch her. There was the faint indentation of his abs on his stomach and Marybeth smiled before bending over and letting her tongue slip out past her plump lips to caress over the head of him. She loved hearing the catch in his breath, the way his muscles so obviously tensed in his stomach. Looking up at him, Albert thought Marybeth looked like a siren, her breasts hanging in the frame of the bra, her face flushed with anticipation as she teasingly lapped at the head of his dick. Precum leaked out over her tongue as it swiped the tip of him again and again. He watched her swallow it and swallowed hard himself. God, he wouldn't be able to last long again. He was debating as to what to do. He could quickly spend himself in her mouth and work her body until he recovered, when he would, hopefully, last longer, or wait until he had himself stuffed back deep inside her dripping hole. It was a very difficult decision but came to the conclusion that he wanted to see her swallow it down. She was here to prove herself, after all. Grasping the tail of hair at the base of her head, he played with the tail a bit, watching her shiver from the tease of her curls against her skin. Just as she was about to swallow the head of him into her mouth, the sounds of one of the nurses came from outside his room. He looked from her to the door then back, his eyes narrowing quickly. "Did you lock the door?" Stilled in motion, Marybeth gave him a wide eye look before jumping up from the bed. Albert gave an almost angry growl at her as he sat up, watching her ass bounce as she hurried on bare feet to the door, snapping the lock into place before she came back towards him. "You'll be punished for that." Was all he said before he yanked her back up onto the bed. Marybeth came tumbling onto him, her face pressed into his stomach before she was back up on her knees between his thighs. This time he wasn't so gentle. His hands caught her hair and she gave a small whimper before her mouth engulfed him, becoming full with part of his cock stuffed to the back of her throat. He relaxed then, watching her. "Suck, Marybeth." It was all he said and she didn't fight him, though she gave him a wary look. Sucking him deep, she closed her eyes, working on the movement of her head as she worked her mouth over him. He moaned softly in pleasure, his hands beginning to stroke her hair. "Yes... just like that Marybeth.... Ungh.... " He grunted a little, his hips jerking as she found one spot that seemed particularly sensitive. To him it seemed a matter of moments before he was orgasming, his cum filling her mouth. Marybeth swallowed to avoid choking, his cock poised so far back in her mouth. She continued to suck on him, her face rosy, her jaw aching a bit. When he finally finished, his hands gently drew her up. She sat back on her knees, looking at him before moving to crawl up to cuddle with him. Albert allowed it for a moment, but her carelessness nearly cost them both something dear. While she was nineteen, he was sure it would be frowned upon for her to be caught having intimate relations with a resident. He would no doubt be kicked out... not that he cared about that, he didn't want to be here but it would become food for the media, and they would certainly blow it out of proportion. Drawing back from her, Marybeth looked up at him with wide eyes, but he didn't care much. Stripping off his shirt, he put on his lounge pants, sans boxers, and went to clean himself up. When he came back he looked at her spread out over his bed before moving to take a seat in a hard chair. "Marybeth, come here." His tone was stern again, like before. She gave him an uneasy look, slowly rising from the bed. In the beginning, sucking on him had aroused her but his rough treatment had frightened her enough to kill the mood for her. Now she feared what he might do, that fear squeezing her heart. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her close, quickly laying her over his lap on her stomach. At first Marybeth floundered with the position, squirming and making noises of shock before saying "Albert!" She received a spank for that, right across both cheeks. Sucking in her breath she grabbed his thigh and moved to rise but he leaned down onto her back with his left arm. "No, Marybeth, stay. You're going to get your punishment. The more you fight it, the worse it will be. Now, I think twenty smacks aught to do it, don't you think? Why don't you count them out like a good girl." Lifting his hand he brought his hand down forcefully over one cheek. Marybeth cried out and jumped, sobbing a bit. When she didn't say anything, Albert clucked his tongue and shook his head. "Shall we try again?" Marybeth gave him a watery eye look that pleaded for him to stop, but he ignored it. He was a father, and a grandfather. No doubt he would be a great grandfather before he passed. He had given his share of punishments in his lifetime, and no watery eye look was going to stop him. Bringing his hand down upon the untouched cheek, Marybeth sobbed out before weakly replying "Three." He gave her a sharp look before letting his fingers slide down between her thighs, slowly rubbing over her labia and further yet against her clit. His fingers were moist, making the soft friction rather pleasurable. For a moment she didn't even realize Albert was talking until his words registered in her head. "Now, if you don't count them, they don't count, little Marybeth. So we're going to have to start from the beginning." His fingers left of teasing, trailing against her sensitive flesh before she felt the sharp swat against her rear. She squeaked rather loud, sucking in her breath before releasing it in a shudder and softly speaking. "One." He was quickly realizing his problem. Marybeth was not a quiet girl. At least, not with her punishment. If someone heard, if they already hadn't, they'd come to investigate. Pressing his hand over her mouth, he gave another sharp slap, muffling her noise before removing his hand. He knew it was more of a prompting to get her to answer but it was either this or no punishment, and truth be told, it was a good exercise for both of them, giving her a chance to learn her place and he time to recover. Affairs of Saint Mercy's Ch. 02 To make up for the subtle reminder for her to count, Albert did his best to distract Marybeth from what was happening. Every few smacks he would dip his hand down and begin to different kind of torture. Twice she had to restart her punishment because Albert had brought her so close to orgasm that she had forgotten what number she had left off on and begged for him to not stop. Her hips grinded into his thigh and, after a time, her cries from spanking were more like moans. By the end of her punishment, Marybeth was clinging to his lap, her legs spread wide. She didn't move to get up, so he didn't force her to. Instead, he continued to play with her wet flesh, pinching and massaging her clit, dipping a finger inside her, slowly finger fucking her until she moaned and pushed back hard with need. She screamed out with he gave her pussy a good smack, her body jerking up to look at him in shock. Chuckling, he turned her over and lifted her up in his arms, bringing her back to his bed. Pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, he laid down beside her. "You enjoyed it. Don't act like a little innocent." Marybeth blushed before looking down shyly. She wasn't sure if she had enjoyed it but the soft stroke of his fingers now over her flesh made her realize she felt more sensitive now than before. Leaning in, he kissed her, letting his tongue stroke over her lips before slipping into her mouth. As they kissed, he guided her hand down to her cunt, blindly teaching her how to hold herself open to him. She readily complied as he stroked his fingers inside of her, his thumb on her clit but then he curled his fingers up, almost hard and firmly beat out a cadence against her clit. She cried out against his mouth, her body bucking a bit until he drew back his hand. Smirking down at her, her trailed his juice covered fingers up her belly a bit. She panted softly, looking at him, obviously pleading. Pinching one of her nipples, he motioned to the empty bed near them. "Go climb up upon that bed. I want you to leave a special treat for my roommate." Marybeth gave Albert a queer look, which made him laugh before he pinched her nipple again. "Now, now, sweeting, go on. I'm sure John will appreciate the soft scent of your arousal when he returns. His wife died almost twenty years ago and there is nothing as tempting as the scent of a young aroused woman. Now..." He motioned to the bed. Reluctantly Marybeth left him, going to climb up on the other bed. Albert stretched out on his own, stroking his cock through his pants as he watched Marybeth climb up onto the pillow and begin to grind herself against it. She finally moved so that it was straddling the partially raised sidebar of the bed, the pillow pressed firmly up against her. Closing her eyes, she rode the pillow eagerly, softly beginning to moan then groan as she brought herself to orgasm. It was as anticlimactic as the previous night and she nearly wept from the unfairness of it. Setting his pillow back, the wet glistening juices visible in the sterile lights, she moved to the bed to sit down only to have Albert stop her with a hand. She looked at him, watching as he drew his pants off, offering his hard cock to her view. "Come on, princess." Marybeth smiled as she climbed up onto the bed and straddled Albert eagerly. Stroking his cock a bit she then pushed herself down on him. She was still tight, but so wet it didn't matter. Reaching up, Albert caught her bra, tugging it down so her breasts were now exposed, held up by the bra itself. Teasing her nipples, he leaned up, sucking on them until they were hard before pinching and pulling at them. Marybeth closed her eyes, enjoying herself nearly beyond reason. Albert was seven and a half inches long, though not so thick she felt as if she would be split in two. Albert enjoyed teasing her body as she fucked him. She was beautiful in her movements, gliding up and down with sheer abandon. After a time he caught her hips, speaking softly. "Turn around." Deterred, Marybeth looked at Albert but did as told. There he unhooked her bra and had her lay down. Wrapping his legs over hers, and one hand settled over the opposite breast, the other dipped between her thighs. He rocked his hips up into her, fucking her even while he rubbed her clit hard. Marybeth gasped, her body squirming in his hold, moaning even as she said "No." though, it was more out of reaction than anything since he did stop once and she pleaded with him not to. Held down, Marybeth finally orgasmed with Albert deep inside her, sobbing as she came. He felt wonderful inside her, even more so when she felt his seed fill her once more, Albert's hips pumping him into her again and again before he sighed beneath her. Even as he calmed down, though, Marybeth was given no time to rest, her hands continuing to play with her clit. Whimpering, she weakly tried to draw back from his touch only to have his hand follow. In mere minutes Marybeth orgasmed a second time, milking the last of his cum from him before he finally rolled onto his side and spooned with her. The one hand continued to cup her pussy, the other teasing over her nipple. Kissing the back of her neck, he smiled. "Marybeth?" She made a soft humming noise in question, her eyes closed in relaxation. "What are you?" She didn't answer for a moment, though her eyes opened. Turning a bit, she looked at him in question before color began to seep into her face in understanding. She went to turn away but he caught her chin, their juices smearing over her face since he had released her pussy to do so.. His tone was stern as he spoke. "Say it." Lowering her gaze she swallowed then whispered. "I'm a needy slut." His hand slid down from her breast to rub over her stomach. "And whose needy slut are you?" He asked. Her eyes opened and she looked at him before speaking in an even softer tone. "Yours." Smiling he patted her hip before releasing her chin and pulling her close. "Get some sleep. You have yet to earn your place as mine. But we shall remedy that with time." A small feeling of dread and arousal filled Marybeth as she turned over, snuggling her back to his chest, wondering what he would ask of her next.