Chapter 2
Allison entered the hospital, her silk dress licking at her long, slender legs as she strode angrily toward the elevator. She stepped out of the crowded elevator when it reached her floor and walked past the nurses' station, heading straight for the doctors' lounge.
"Hi, Ali," Dr. Freed said as she opened the door, her beautiful face peering inside.
Allison smiled and stepped inside. "Have you seen Grant? He was suppose to meet me downstairs for lunch," she paused, calming her temper. "An hour ago!"
"You sound like you're really pissed, Ali," Jim Freed said. "Have a cup of coffee and settle down those nerves."
Allison sat on the couch, crossing her bare, evenly-tanned legs. "I thought Robert Young said caffeine wasn't good for your nerves." She smiled sardonically.
Jim snickered and stared openly at Allison's beautiful legs. He could feel his cock twitch. If I had a wife like that to come home to, I wouldn't be here so God damn much, Jim thought. He grinned, devilish thoughts soaring through his head.
"What's that lewd grin for?" she asked.
"For you," he said boldly.
"Maybe if you went home to your wife, you wouldn't be so damn horny," she retorted, enjoying his stare.
"Myrna doesn't have the time," Jim said. "Do you?"
Allison weighed the decision carefully. Jim was an extremely sexy man, and she was horny as hell. "Maybe some other time," she said, keeping her options open. "Right now, I want to find Grant and raise the roof."
"He could be in room seven-two-four with Paul Anderson. He gets discharged today. Why don't you wait here? He'll probably come around as soon as he's through."
"No,.thanks. I think I'll go up and surprise him."
"I don't think he'd like that," Jim said.
"I don't care what he likes," she snapped, her anger returning.
"Why don't you stay, we can have a ball while you wait."
She stood up, making it a thing to watch as she smoothed out her dress and took a deep breath. "I'm too mad to fuck right now," she said, not bothering to beat around the bush. She walked out, leaving Jim shaking his head, a surprised and happy grin on his face. He made a mental note to try and get in her pants the next time.
Allison got off the elevator on the seventh floor and headed down the hall, mad as hell at her husband. She stopped in front of the door that lead to the semiprivate room. Taking a deep sigh, she pushed open the door. Instead of finding her husband, she saw Paul Anderson, still in bed, lazily looking up at the television. Shaking her anger off, she walked over to him, a wicked idea popping into her pretty head.
"Has Dr. Philips been in this morning?" she asked, keeping her voice impersonal.
"He was in awhile ago. Said he'd be back in an hour or so to discharge me." Paul looked at Allison, admiring her gorgeous body in the silk dress and her long, red hair framing her finely shaped, delicate features. "Are you a doctor?"
"Yes," Allison replied, battling the smile that was trying to break through her full sensuous lips. "I'm a colleague of Dr. Philips. He asked me to come by and check you out to be discharged. He's tied up in the operating room right now." She eased over to the door and opened it, hanging a small sign on the outside knob, making sure no one would interrupt her plan.
Confidently, she strolled over to Anderson's bed, a professional smile on her lips. She pulled the curtain around the bed, thankful that the bed next to them was empty. She picked up his chart at the foot of the bed. "Dr. Philips didn't mention why you were here," she said, leafing through the pages on the clipboard. She squeezed her thighs together and almost swooned from the contact of her clit against the silk of her damp panties.
"I had my appendix out."
"Yes, I see," she said, pretending to understand her husband's hurried scrawl. "I was driving my cab, and the thing almost burst on me."
With shaky hands, the palms moist with sweat, Allison pulled the covers down. "So you're a cab driver," she said, trying to keep the quaking out of her voice. She looked at his body in the pajamas. Her heart was beating so loud she was sure he could hear it. "I'll bet you see a lot of things going on in the back of your cab."
He saw the way she was looking at his crotch. "I see a lot," he said, grinning slyly. "If you have time, I could tell you a few stories."
Her hand trembled as she pulled the snaps of his pajamas open. She folded each side back, seeing the small scar where her husband had made the incision. She gulped, seeing the bulge of his cock underneath his bottoms.
Her hands touched around the incision, his skin cool to the heat exuding from her body. "Does this hurt?" she asked, acting professional.
"Not at all," Paul said, trying to look down her low-cut dress. "You're very beautiful," he added. He eyed her ample tits straining against her dress.
She looked at him, her eyes misty with lust. Touching him so close to his cock was driving her insane, and she wanted to grab his prick and suck it, draining him of every ounce of his hot cum. "Thank you," she sighed breathlessly.
Paul admired the fantastically beautiful Allison. There was something about her that didn't click. Maybe it was the clammy hands, the labored breathing. For some unexplainable reason he couldn't understand, he didn't believe she was a doctor. Who she was didn't matter. He sensed that she wanted something more than to look at his appendix scar.
Allison's hand brushed casually against his cock as she took her hand away. It made her knees buckle, and she sighed, a light whimpering sigh that was almost audible. She swallowed, wanting to do more, yet afraid to take that one giant step. The night before last, with Steve, he had done all the aggressing. This new world of adultery was new to her, and she wanted to explore it carefully.
Paul took her hand and placed it on his cock. He saw her eyes close for a second from the erotic touch. "My cock hurts," he complained. "Ever since the operation, when I start to get hard."
"Oh?" She didn't move her hand away from his cock, thankful for the subterfuge he had offered her. It salved her conscience and gave her an excuse to touch his prick.
"Could you check my cock for me?"
Allison nodded, not trusting her voice. She pulled his pajamas down, revealing his cock, a thick piece of flesh not yet fully erect. With her fingers, she surrounded his fleshy shaft and handled it, the action making both his cock throb and the hot wet walls of her pussy pulse. "Does that hurt?" she asked, her voice wavering with emotion.
"No," Paul groaned, the touch of her hand driving goose bumps up and down his spine. He touched her tit through the soft silk of her dress.
"You shouldn't," she protested, not too convincing. "I'm your doctor."
Paul, ending the charade, grabbed her tit. "You're no doctor, but I don't care. You came in looking for a cock and now you have one. You're just afraid to admit it."
Allison's hand came away from his prick. She stood back, her eyes filled with lust. She looked at his handsome face and then at his cock, hard and strong from her massaging hands. "How could you tell?"
"You were drooling too much," he said, a roguish smile on his handsome face. "Doctors don't drool when they look at a man's cock, not even women doctors."
"They would, if it was your prick," she said, relaxing a little, now that things seemed to be out in the open. She licked her dry lips, making them glisten from the moist tip of her pink tongue.
"Put your hand back," he suggested, in a soft, hypnotic voice. "Touch my cock."
Allison placed her sweaty hand on his prick, moving her hand up and down the thick, throbbing shaft, making the fleshy skin move with her.
''Kiss my cock! Suck my prick!" he groaned, rocking on the bed under the erotic manipulations of her hand.
Allison was into it now. The idea of fucking one of her husband's patients was thrilling, even more so than fucking Steve in the parking lot. Here, there was a connection with her husband. She withdrew her hand from his cock and stood at the foot of the bed. She intended to get even with Grant.
"Would you like me to take off my dress?" she gasped, her body trembling with desire. Without waiting for his obvious response, she undid the buttons that held her dress closed. She slipped it off her shoulders, baring her huge creamy tits which spilled deliciously out of her lacy bra which strained to contain the erotic flesh.
Careful not to wrinkle her dress, she stepped out of it and laid it on the chair next to the wall. "Well?" Her tits heaved with each ragged breath, the flesh jiggling as it sought freedom from the confines of her delicate lace bra.
"Gorgeous," he rasped. "Take off the bra."
"Maybe later," she cooed, returning once again to the side of the bed. She took his long, thick prick in both her hands, making him groan.
"Suck my cock," he begged, wanting to feel the pleasure of her moist lips on his raging boner. "Christ! Put my fuckin' prick in your mouth!"
Allison was ready to oblige him. She lowered her head. Her lips made contact with his, cockhead, and she almost melted to the floor. Unable to support herself, she pulled the chair over, throwing her dress carelessly to the foot of the bed. She dropped into the chair with a heavy sigh. Propping a pillow under her ass for height, she licked her lips in readiness to suck his cock bone dry.
Paul stared at her, amazed with her beauty and the large, opulent tits that heaved with each breath she took. His fingers caressed her soft, hot flesh as she engulfed his cockhead with her lips.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, her lips encircling his prick head, her tongue swiping around the delicate flesh of his cock's bell shaped tip. She sucked, her teeth holding his prick firmly, right below the ridge of his cockhead. She could feel him jerk as she sucked deeply, trying to suck his jism from his balls in one heavy gulp.
"Uhhhh," he grunted, lifting his ass off the bed, ramming his cock into her throat. "More! More!"
The fact that someone could walk in and catch them didn't matter to Allison as she worked her mouth over his prick in exotic moves, making his body thump and jerk beneath her. His cock rolled from side to side in her mouth, her hand trailing up to her mouth and down again. She could just imagine Grant coming in and catching her doing this. The idea added spice, giving a strange appeal to the situation. She eased the growing cock shaft into her throat and pressed her thighs together, inspiring the juices to rush from her pussy.
"Uhhhn!" Paul groaned low as she worked in a frenzy on his prick. He grabbed her tit, pulling it free from the lace bra, milking it in his hand, the nipple swollen and red, the tip pressing against the palm of his large hand.
Allison sucked his cock feverishly and noisily. His hand on her tit made her cunt mushy as he played delightfully with her large tit. He took the other tit out, and her soft ass rocked in the chair, her panties oozing with cunt juice. Her hands stroked his meaty prick while her mouth flew up and down, propelling him along to the power of his climax.
Her mouth popped off his cock meat, and she gasped, her eyes bright, green balls of raging fire. She slid her hands up his prick, kneading her warm spit into his skin. Her body was a mass of tingling nerves ready to ignite as soon as his cock was in her pussy. On wobbly legs she stood up, ready for his fully-extended prick.
"Fuck me!" she groaned, her panties dropping to her knees, exposing her gorgeous patch of furry hair that decorated her moist pussy.
"I'm so fuckin' hot!"
"I can't," he groaned helplessly, touching his incision. "You'll bust my fucking gut open." He ogled her, his eyes burning as he poured over her rich, succulent tits, the bra adding height and fullness. His eyes were riveted to her pussy as she stood with her panties caught at her knees. "Christ! I wish I could!"
"Ohhhh, noooo!" she moaned, shaking from frustration. "How? Shit! How?"
"I'll suck you," he offered, willing to do anything, hating his body at this moment. "I'll eat you off."
"Yessss. Yesss," she hissed, her head spinning at the fantastic idea. "I'll sit on your face!"
"Suck me first!" he begged, the fury of his cock reminding him. "Christ, get me off first!"
"You promise to suck me afterwards?" she asked, afraid of being left in this terrible state of passion.
"Yessss," he agreed. "Right after I blast your mouth."
Allison gulped, thinking about his jism in her mouth. She fell back in the chair, her panties still around her knees and her tits jutting out. Her lips sucked furiously up and down his shaft, her spit foaming to a lather as she raced to bring him off as quickly as possible, her body unable to take the strain of not coming much longer.
"Unnnn," Paul groaned, arching his ass up off the bed repeatedly, fucking her face in-short, rapid jabs. "I'm getting ready! Ohhh!"
Allison heard his urgent moans and began to nibble on his cock shaft, her tongue swiping, her teeth teasing and tormenting him. Her hands jerked the thin skin of his veiny prick. Spit drooled from her lips, wetting her hands and his heavy balls.
Gurgling from her own spit, she gulped the tip of his cock into her mouth, clamping her lips tightly around his cockhead. She slid the head of his cock to the back of her palate and sucked, her mouth bobbing excitedly up and down, jerking him off with her clenching hands.
Paul never stood a chance. He gripped the sides of the bed, his body coiled, ready to explode, as her mouth brought him to a feverish pitch. Rocking on his ass, his balls tightened and his cock bulged. He reached the summit.
"I'm coming!" he roared, his prick fucking her face as she took him headlong over the peak.
Allison's mouth covered his exploding prick and took the first thick wad of his jizz at the back of her throat. She swallowed the cum down, never missing a stroke with her bobbing head and whipping fingers. The rest of Paul's jism came in a rapid flutter, too fast and too much at one time. It filled her already stuffed mouth, spilling out over her sliding lips as they whisked up and down his greased prick.
Moaning, his ass thumping on the bed, his incision killing him with pain, Paul's cock continued to spew the thick load of jism that had been stored in his balls for so long. "SUCK! SUCK!" he howled, banging his ass on the bed in an agitated state of orgasm. "OHHH, SHIT!"
Allison was completely oblivious to anything but the uncontrolled cockhead in her mouth, spewing its warm cream in continuous, steady streams. She gulped, forcing herself not to gag from the fierceness of his exploding prick.
Holding his cock tight and her head steady, she allowed Paul to finish off in her mouth at his own pace. She didn't move. Her cheeks drew in tight, milking him of the last drop, sucking it out powerfully from his weighty balls.
Paul collapsed on the bed, gasping from exertion as he finished coming off in her wonderful mouth. He reached down, one hand to push away her greedy mouth, the other to touch the sore, painful appendix scar.
Allison lifted her head. Lust sparkled brilliantly in her green eyes. "Now me," she rasped, her voice gurgling from the sticky cum sliding down her throat. "Now me!"
"Give me a second," Paul gasped, in the midst of recovering from the tremendous blow job.
"Noooo," she moaned, standing up, her legs rubbery, her body trembling from being too hot for too long. "Now!"
She scrambled out of her panties, dropping them to the floor. Her body was so keyed up, she almost fell on him. "Unnnn," she moaned, trying to be careful as she crawled up on the bed and straddled his face. "Suck my cunt!"
Paul looked up into her red pussy as she faced the wall directly in front of her, seeing the gaping slit of her cunt, the puffy lips of her cunthole folded back and the fiery, red clit exposed. He squeezed her ass cheeks, bringing her slowly to his mouth. "Easy," he moaned. "Don't suffocate me."
Grasping the back of the bed, Allison lowered her pussy to his waiting lips, almost kneeling over when her hot pussy singed his lips. "Aaaaa!" she sighed, lightly rubbing her dripping cunt across his face.
Paul flashed his tongue out and slashed it across the swollen lips of her cunt, making her tremble and whine. His hands dug into the fleshy cheeks of her ass, and he lifted his head, his tongue running rampant across her swollen pussy lips, clit, and the gaping hole of her cunt.
"Ooooo," Allison whimpered in heavenly delight. "Oooh, lick it! Stick your tongue in me!" She squirmed on his face, drenching him with her flowing, creamy cunt juice. The knuckles of her hands turned white as she tightly clenched the back of the bed. Her head tossed, her eyes rolled loosely in their sockets as she charged dangerously to the peak of her explosive orgasm.
Paul's breathing steadied back to normal, and he pulled her hot, open pussy down on his face, sucking on the dripping flesh, his tongue slurping on the hot juice as it oozed from her pussy hole. He drank down the tangy pussy cream, lapping at her cunt like a kitten would drink a bowl of milk.
"Tongue fuck me! Tongue fuck me!" she cried, almost sobbing from the exquisiteness of his mouth. She pushed her pussy down on his face, impatient to have his tongue implanted in her cunt.
Paul complied willingly, anxiously. His tongue darted inside the hot, wet world of her cunt canal. The greedy muscles pulsed, clinging desperately to his evasive tongue as he used the wiggling tip to tease and torment her pussy.
"YESSSS!" she whined, her head snapping back, his tongue providing the needed relief to her taut nerves. "Ooohhh, yesss!" Her hips bucked. She fought to control her fury. She didn't want to bang him to death with her pussy. She slid easily back and forth, creaming his face with her flowing juices as her clit scraped against his teeth, bringing her to madness with each hard slap of her cunt.
Paul sucked in the loose flesh of her cunt lips and clit into his mouth. He sucked hard, listening to her whine deliriously above him, her pussy working frantically across his sucking mouth. His tongue snaked into her pussy again, exploring the spongy walls of her cunt hole, teasing the muscles as they tried to capture his rampant tongue.
"I'm getting close," she ranted, warning him of her impending orgasm. She wanted him to be ready when she came on his face and was afraid what she might do in the throes of her climax. In this first escapade with one of her husband's patients, she didn't want to injure him. Even in the misty world of her passion, the thought made her giggle, and she enjoyed the irony of it.
Paul sucked her pussy furiously, wanting to bring the beautiful woman off to a tremendous explosion. His fingers dug into her ass, teasing her asshole, his tongue searching her pussy. He clutched her ass cheeks firmly. Taking her clit in his mouth, he sucked hard, almost pulling the tiny button out by the root.
Allison howled, not caring who heard as she reached the apex of her lust, drenching his face as she came all over him. "I'm COMING!" she shrieked, her voice raspy as she tried to temper the volume.
She bucked like a wildcat on his mouth, cunt juice pouring from her pussy, soaking his face. "Uhhhh!" she grunted as wave after wave of earth-shattering explosions racked her pussy, throwing her body into spasms as in one seething, volcanic eruption.
Paul sucked on her clit, his head shaking from side to side. Her clit was mashed between his teeth. His fingers touched her asshole, and he plunged a finger inside, squirming it around the tiny, wrinkled opening.
"OH! OHAA! OHHHH!" she grunted, in rhythm to his sucking lips and jamming finger. She rammed her cunt down, forcing her clit to be crushed between his teeth. She exploded again and again on his face.
The last part of her orgasm gripped her in its clutches. It ripped through her pussy, her head bumping the wall, her body tumbling over the pinnacle into the gray world of release and the slow ride back to reality.
Gasping and panting, she tried to calm her racked and exhausted body, but found she couldn't. Her mind spun in delirium as if on a slow motion roller coaster, her sight slowly fading. Her laborious breaths grew heavier, and in her fogged, confused state of mind, she knew she would soon faint.
"Stop!" she sobbed. "Ohhhh, God, stop!"
Paul enjoyed himself and his position of power. He held her clit, sucking on it in short, rapid tugs, making her twitch and churn above him. He used all of the strength of his powerful arms to keep her jellied body in control on his face. If he let go, she would fall and probably bust his stitches. He ran his tongue into her cunt hole, licking the pulsing walls, his tip exploring the overly sensitive area as she drifted to the world of consciousness.
Weary, helpless sighs escaped her open, dribbling mouth. "I'm done," she sobbed, holding on, wishing that his torturous tongue and clinging teeth would release her.
Knowing that it was over, Paul withdrew his hands from her ass, letting her go. His teeth came away from her clit, and he felt her body shudder, expelling all of the pent-up passion that had been under the surface, begging for release.
The muscles in her thighs ached from the uncomfortable position as Allison climbed slowly off Paul's face. Still too weak to walk, she reached for her dress, her tits heaving from her erratic breathing.
Paul licked his lips at the sight of her delicious looking body, savoring the taste of her pussy. "I don't even know your name," he finally said, watching her with renewed passion.
She smiled, buttoning the front of her silk dress. "It isn't important. Just think of me as sort of a going home present, compliments of your doctor." She winked and left the room, her cunt oozing juice mixed with his cum.
She stopped, glancing up and down the hall. An impish grin passed over her lips as she saw her husband approach.
"Allison! What are you doing up here?"
"Looking for you," she said. "You were suppose to join me for lunch, remember?"
Grant whacked his forehead with the heel of his hand. "Shit! I forgot. I got tied up with someone about . . ." He let the sentence trail off, knowing her temper when it came to investments.
"It doesn't matter," she said stiffly, her lips drawn tight in anger, knowing that money had been the reason. "I already ate!" She turned and walked down the hall, leaving a somewhat bewildered husband. She swung her ass seductively and marched out of sight, stepping into the elevator.
It was then that she realized she had left her panties on the floor of Paul Anderson's room. She giggled, wondering if Grant would see them. Would he know they were hers? The thought was intriguing, and she toyed with the idea of the patient explaining the mysterious panties to his doctor.
She stepped out of the elevator when it reached the ground floor, wondering how to set up another thrilling interlude with another one of Grant's handsome patients. This was going to be a very exciting game. At least, she mused, I'm getting some cock!