Chapter 8
"No, I won't be able to join you on Wednesday," Nurse Phillips said when Kim asked.
Doctor Conrad looked up; that was good news. "Oh? Why not?" he casually asked.
The nurse gave him a knowing look and half-smiled. "I have a conference to attend with Doctor Blake."
"I see," James answered.
"But I'll be here Friday for sure," the nurse added. "After all, I wouldn't want you two to get lonely."
"You know, at first I was really scared," Kim cried excitedly. "I'm glad you did it the way you did. I don't know what I'd have done if you asked me or gave me a chance to get away. You just came in and showed me how great it is."
James watched the young girl beam with pride at the nurse. She was doing it again, acting worldly, experienced. But that didn't matter anymore. He knew when the game was over. Little Kim could have her nurse, her doctor was bailing out. The only problem was how to do it gracefully, how to get Kim to do it and leave him rejected but safe.
He watched Nurse Phillips dress in her white uniform and wondered if some day he might be able to lure her back alone. She was a magnificent creature, a wild and woolly fuck. James had no illusions about her, no expectations of anything but pure, furious experience and wholehearted aggression. That was acceptable from a thirty-year-old woman, not a sixteen-year-old child.
The nurse smiled at James and-said, "I'll see you tomorrow, doctor."
"Yes, nurse."
She turned to Kim. "And I'll see you on Friday, dear."
"Won't you be at your desk Wednesday?" Kim asked. "Even if you can't join us?"
Nurse Phillips nodded. "Yes, I guess I'll see you then ... but on Friday we'll really see each other."
The nurse left and Kim slid her still nude body from the examination table. "Wow, that was some work-out," she sighed.
James watched as she padded in bare feet to her clothing and started dressing. "Wait a minute," James said. "Come over here, I'd like to talk."
She looked at the clock on the wall. "It's getting late...."
"It will only take a minute." He leaned back in his desk chair and reached out to her. Kim came to him with a happy lunge and he pulled the nude little kitten down onto his lap. Her bare ass snuggled across his thighs, her haughty breasts jiggled before his face.
James slipped his hand down between the lus cious thighs and touched her still warm cunt. Kim looked surprised; the legs opened up, his finger found her clitoris and started to run against it. The little knob stiffened against his pressure, Kim's breath rate increased.
"More?" she asked with bewilderment. "I mean...."
James laughed. "You have nothing to worry about. I'm exhausted, I couldn't even if my life depended on it." The finger moved far into her snug crack and drew down moisture.
"Then why...."
"I just want to talk. This Wednesday may be the last time you and I are alone, Kim. If I know Nurse Phillips she won't miss any more of our meetings."
"Oh. Do you mind if she comes?" Kim asked.
"No, not if it doesn't bother you," he said.
"I like her."
"Good. But as for next Wednesday, it's your last chance." He emphasized his words with a fierce jab of his finger. Kim grimaced and sucked for air between clenched teeth.
"Uhhhhh!" she moaned. "That hurts!"
He stabbed again. "It's your last chance to prove you can be trusted," he said. "And to prove your trust you have to do as I say or I'll make sure you never see me or Nurse Phillips again! Understand?"
"Auuuuugh!" Kim howled as two more fingers joined the first to scrape along the blistering walls of her gurgling pussy.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes! Yes!" she cried.
He twisted the ringers back and forth as the cunt flowed with creaming juice and Kim's hips started to grind and writhe, her ass across his thighs. She was getting close to the state of climax.
"Bring your sister with you!" he yelled in her ear.
Kim bolted sideways and tried to tear herself away from his digging, ripping hand. But he had her helplessly gripped on his lap and hissed, "So, I can put my cock in her hairless pussy."
"Noooooo!"
"And up her tiny asshole!"
"Please don't...." she whimpered.
James saw the girlish vulnerability return to Kim's soft face as he delivered his last words. "And in her soft-lipped mouth to fill it up with sperm."
"Oh...." she moaned, as the climax cracked through her. The tears on her face flushed in trickles of humiliation, and she gasped and tried to contain the overwhelming jolts of her body; but it was impossible. She was creaming on his lap as he said those terrible, unthinkable things about dear Jan.
He let her go with a slap on the meat of her ass and laughed as she quickly dressed. "Why do you do these things to me?" she finally sobbed.
"To make a woman of you, Kim. And to make a woman of your younger sister."
"Leave her out of this!" she cried.
"If you don't bring her I'll make sure you regret it," he threatened. "You'll wish you had."
With a flurry of temper Kim whipped around and yelled, "And what if I don't come? What if I decide you're not worth it?"
James laughed again. "Fine. Go find yourself some high-school boy with pimples and try to get him to make you feel the way only I can!"
Her mouth opened to scream back but she stopped. Her eyes went soft as she realized how much he had shown her, how far down the path of sensuality he had led her. She didn't scream, but she was also convinced that she couldn't let him show Jan the things she now knew. No, each girl chooses her own teacher and Jan had the right to find her own. She silently finished dressing and left the office without saying another word.
James sat back. Next Wednesday would either provide him with a new plaything or he'd see to it Kim walked out for good.
Kim's fingers were twitching with nervousness as she sat in the reception area Wednesday afternoon. She was alone. She was early, Jan had dropped her off. Her younger sister's curiosity was growing; again she had asked what Kim was doing and expressed an interest in coming along some day. Kim knew how simple it would be for someone like Doctor Conrad to seduce her coquettish little sister, how quickly he'd have her undressed and heaving with uncontrollable passion and lustful fire.
There was no way on earth Kim would submit Jan to that. No, not with Doctor Conrad, not the way he behaved. Acting so kind and understanding at times, then the next second becoming an insulting, crude, snarling beast. Kim wouldn't let innocent Jan submit herself to such' humiliation. In fact, Kim was very near the point of quitting herself, but now that Nurse Phillips was a member of the group she hoped things would start to get under control.
That's why Kim had come this afternoon, to keep the meetings going. Even if she had to face the wrath of James for not bringing Jan it would be worth it, Nurse Phillips would be there on Friday and every day after that. Things would be different, excitingly different, she told herself.
The nurse strolled into the reception area and sat behind her desk. She looked over at Kim sitting sadly on the couch and winked. Kim managed a half-hearted smile, but the worry and apprehension were in her eyes, and Nurse Phillips noticed.
A tall, handsome doctor stopped by the nurse's desk and mumbled something. Nurse Phillips smiled, let out a dignified laugh and whispered back. He was older, at least in his forties, Kim figured. His head of thick, wavy, brown and grey hair made him look like a senator, a man of influence, fatherly, understanding. She saw the name tag on his jacket lapel, "Dr. Blake."
After he left, Nurse Phillips motioned to Kim to come closer. Kim sat in a chair next to the desk and the nurse smiled. "Why the glum face?" she asked.
Kim's eyes started to water, and she felt the lump grow in her throat. She had to tell someone how cruel he was being, had to let the tears of frustration and failure flow. Nurse Phillips was now a party to their meetings, it was okay to talk to her. With a trembling lip Kim stammered, "I don't make him happy! He wants me to bring my little sister with me, but I can't do that!"
Nurse Phillips reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Kim's arm. "Tell me all about it," she softly said.
James was ready. It would cost him twenty dollars and a bottle of wine, but he knew his plan would send Kim running. She'd never want to see him again after this, he'd be free of the threat from Nurse Phillips, and he'd find himself a new nymphet to draw the innocence out of. Only one thing could destroy his plans, if Kim showed up with her younger sister in tow. If she did James was ready to scrap his rotten scheme and put up with the nurse's intervention. But he knew deep inside that Kim would never bring Jan.
His suspicions were confirmed when Nurse Phillips brought Kim into his office, then left her standing alone and frightened at the center of the floor. James played it cool, smiled, softly said, "I see you failed me, Kim. Let me down."
"I can't do it," she cried.
He stood. "I understand, Kim. I guess I really never expected you to bring her. That's why I'm not surprised or angry."
She sniffed. He wasn't being furious, he hadn't said one nasty thing. A glimmer of hope formed in her breast; was he finally being nice, or was it an act? "She's too young," Kim said. "She's only fourteen and doesn't know about anything."
"Yes, I know," he whimsically answered. "She'd be frightened, scared, confused...."
"Yes," Kim looked up at him. He really was understanding, kind. She wiped away the small tears from her eyelids and gulped the lump out of her throat.
"Today I want to show you something new and fun," he gently said, while wrapping her slim, forlorn body in his arms.
Kim leaned into him and felt her heaving breasts squash against his strong frame. He was so handsome, so manly, anything he wanted was his. Their mouths met in a warm, impassioned kiss and James felt her worming little tongue wiggle inside his lips. The rate of her breathing increased instantly.
His lips moved around to her ear and covered it. As his tongue tip danced into the opening she wrenched her inflamed hips into his body, and a twisting surge of arousal threw her body into writhing passions against him.
"You like having your ear kissed, don't you?" he asked.
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured. "It makes me crazy."
"Get undressed and let's see how crazy we can make each other," he said.
They stood before each other and removed their clothing. As she lifted her sweater and removed the bra his cock lurched into a firm hardness. The pink nipples bounced before his eyes. She was indeed a splendid creature, too bad it was all going to end. But he valued his career more than the thrills of her supple, well-endowed body.
James pulled the chair to the center of the rug and made sure it faced his desk. He took the willing girl by the hand and lead her up to it. She stood nude behind the chair; the padded, high back came up to her navel.
"Lean over it," he said.
Kim bent forward and felt the upholstery against her stomach, the full roundness of her pert ass pushed back as an offering of white, soft meat.
"Way over," he said with kindness. "Reach down and grab the arms of the chair. Shift your weight onto the back until you're balanced up there."
"What if it falls backward?" she asked.
"It won't," he said. "Believe me. If your weight is on the arms it won't fall."
Kim did as he instructed. She leaned so far forward that her forearms rested on the chair arms.
Her dainty feet lifted just off the floor, her hips rested on the back of the chair and the crimson slit between her legs showed clearly under the heaped fullness of her spiked rump.
She craned her head up and asked, "Like this?"
"Perfect," he answered.
When he took out the thick, white adhesive tape she had no idea what he was going to do. He tore off long strips and laid them over each arm. Then he knelt in front of the chair and brought his mouth up to hers and kissed. It felt so warm, so wonderful, Kim forgot about the tape. When he moved away her arms were strapped down to the arms of the chair; she couldn't move them.
"Why did you do that?" she asked in a shrill voice. "I'm not trying to get away."
James grinned. She saw the first glint of evil in his eyes and her heart sank. "Not now, but who knows? You may want to leave all of a sudden when you see what I have for you."
Her face went pale. She couldn't touch the ground with her feet and her weight was too far forward to shift back. But the doctor was prepared for that possibility; she heard the adhesive tape being torn from the roll again. Then he pulled her feet forward and strapped the ankles to the crossbeam running between the chair legs. Her thighs wide apart, the juicy ripeness of her cunt and ass was peeled open.
She was helpless, totally helpless, and a tremor of panic began in her throat. "Please!" she stammered. "Let me out of this! I don't like it! Let me go or I'll scream!"
The sudden slap of adhesive tape across her mouth came as a complete shock. Her words were trapped inside her lips as the though bandage muffled everything. She felt his hands rubbing her rump, trailing down deep between the heaving lumps of flesh, touching her anus, poking her pussy. He was just playing and she knew it, he never would have tied her up if he intended doing anything normal back there; he knew she'd willingly allow that.
The terror inside her body was roaring. She tried to twist her fanny away from his pinching fingers but found it impossible to move. Hot sweat streamed from her pores. Kim realized she was completely at his mercy and prayed for the strength to live through it.
His hand left her soaked rump and pussy, and she heard him walk away. Kim couldn't look back, she had no idea what he was doing. Then she recognized the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing, and the footsteps returned.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Kim. I'm going to make your little pussy go crazy with pleasure," he said.
"Mmmmmmmm?" she moaned. "Why? Are you asking me why I've strapped you down?" he asked. "Because I think you'll like it better this way."
Kim felt the end of the hard, swollen prick touch her perspiring pussy lips. She was dripping and the cock washed against the free-flowing juice, drenched the head in slick vaginal liquids. Her heart started to pound fiercely, quick gasps of air whistled into her nostrils, and the nipple of each swaying tit started to pucker with excitement.
The cock took its time and entered very slowly so that Kim could feel each throbbing, stretching inch. Her blood-red box separated like an opening flower to welcome the spear-headed advance of stiff muscles. It widened her cunt canal with a deliberate, constant push.
"Mmmmmmmmm...." she groaned, as her whole box seemed about to rip wide open. His cock was enormous, stuffing her, making the walls scream with pressure. Kim had received his pecker before, but it had never felt this gigantic.
"See how wonderful it feels in this position?" James asked from behind her.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!" she moaned. The cock made a deep, slamming thrust. It was the deepest thing she had ever felt. Deeper than the vibrators, deeper than he'd ever put his cock before. And thicker; her cunt lips were drawn into a circle so tight around the now-withdrawing cock she thought they might tear. Kim was so packed with pecker she was deathly afraid to move.
The mammoth shaft plunged fast and hard, with a force which almost tipped the chair over. Volts of cracking pain shot up her back, a scream was muffled by the tape on her mouth. She felt his hands on her hips, balancing her, keeping her from going over onto her head. Tears of anguish dripped from the brown, panic-ridden eyes.
"Good, huh?" James asked. He was mocking her, making a joke of her torture.
All control was thrown to the wind as she felt the rod start to batter with ferocious speed into the walls of her cunt. He was slamming, pummeling her sensitive box with tissue-grinding stabs of a depth which made her hips and legs revolt with thudding agony.
"Mmmmmm! Nnnnnnnn!"
Each time she moaned the cock became more powerful and dug at her guts with meaner, crueler fierceness. He was smashing his hips up tight to her rump on each stab, driving the long, giant cock as deep as he could reach. Like the crack of thunder proceeding a sudden cloudburst Kim's twat exploded.
It was too much cock. Even the pleasure of her pussy-twitching orgasm caused her pain. The delicately fleshed walls drew tight against the monolith and were torn back with non-stop poundings. Her ass jerked, a slight movement overtook her hips, and the cunt made uncontrollable clips at the assaulting shaft. Kim couldn't help it, the climax passed through her like an unwanted hailstorm.
After it passed and the cuntal walls relaxed, everything seemed to get better. She was expanded; a minimum of relief came to her, for her amazing twat had adjusted to the overwhelming size.
"Feel good?" James tauntingly asked. "Is your pussy starting to enjoy it?"
"Mmmmmmmm...." she moaned softly.
The cock was gone. Her cunt suddenly felt emptier than she ever believed it could. A tremor of relief passed along the stretched walls. It felt good to have the cock in there but it felt even better to have it gone.
"MMMMMMMM! MMMMMM!" she howled when the tip of the fat cock pressed into her anus. There was no gradual, controlled insertion this time; the pecker shoved with insistence and power. It forced her pink asshole back, but she clamped it shut in fear. Kim was not going to allow it in there.
She felt hands on her ass-cheeks, felt them pulling the meaty flesh wide apart, felt her anus opening slightly. She tried to pinch it shut but the hands were too powerful for her. The head of the cock smashed at the taut asshole with mighty force, it bombarded the tender ring like a jackhammer.
"MMMMMMMMMM!" Kim screamed as the pinkness of her anus was smashed inside along with the thrusting cockhead. Her asshole just collapsed against the strain and lost all strength. The chunky rod rammed inside her twisting rump with a dull head and rectum-burning smash. He didn't back away at all. The cock kept muscling into her, forced itself deep and sent the walls of her rectum into furious revolt.
Kim closed her eyes, her head dropped weakly down and the soft brown hair fell around her face. She could feel the blood pounding in her head, a numbing pain in her ass.
"It's in your asshole, now!" James shouted. "Right up inside your hot little asshole!"
His laughter made Kim cringe. The cock was moving faster, digging with rapid-fire strokes in and out She could feel the soft skin of her rectum riding along with the massive push and pull of the pulsating column. It was drawing her screaming tissues in and out of the taut rim of her anus. She felt weak, faint, about to vomit.
She tore at the adhesive bindings around her wrists and tried to wrench her ankles free, but it was no good. She was strapped down firmly, helpless, nothing but a cushion of squirming flesh for him to pierce and pound with the inhuman organ. It dawned on her that it was too big to be James, he was using something else. No cock was that bit.
A log? A corn cob? His fist and arm? A thousand different images flashed through her sweltering mind as the battering-ram smashed with unstoppable insistence in and out of her wracked, screaming asshole. Then the muscles of her whole body started to jerk with erratic spasms. The thing inside her was drawing flames, even against her will she felt the pleasant undertones of a beckoning orgasm.
The climax was overpowered by the pains, but her body couldn't help itself. Her empty pussy sprayed moisture and the ovals of her insulted ass clipped up, eagerly enveloped the plunging pillar, took it all with a happy tremble of final release. It helped ease the pain slightly, but Kim prayed for only one thing, to have it get out of her body.
Her prayers were answered with an abrupt, popping pull. The enraged ring of her ass slammed shut with a flurry of pinkness and stinging relief. At least it was out, her rectum would slowly recover, and there wasn't much else the doctor could do to torture her. Kim inhaled slowly and felt the comfort of an empty asshole and cunt.
"How was it?" he was asking. "Did you like all the cock inside your eager holes? Huh?"
"Mmmmmmmm...." It was a beg for mercy.
"Want to see the cock? Want to see the big cock that made your cunt and ass feel so full?"
She didn't look up, her head hung limply down. Then she felt a hand in her hair, grabbing, lifting her up. His voice came from the rear, but when she opened her eyes she was indeed facing a cock. It was a giant, longer than anything she'd imagined, and thick, so fat she knew it would take both hands to circle it. And it wasn't circumcised ... and it was also black.
Kim tried to gulp but couldn't. She stared at the far-reaching pole and low-slung, dark sac of balls hanging under it. James had found the ultimate insult ... giving her body away to some stranger, some man she didn't even know. Thick tears of anguish blurred her vision as she stared down at the skinny, knobby-knead legs of the man. His flat feet looked beaten, aged, filthy. Dirt -rimmed each unkept toenail and large calluses bulged from around the dirty, crusted heels.
Her hair was pulled again. It was James standing behind her, forcing her to face the morbid, grotesque body which just fucked her. "Look, you cunt! Take a good look at your new lover! See what happens when you live for nothing but pleasure and experience!"
She saw his slightly bulging belly with tight curls of gray hair rimming the knotted navel, then his thin chest with the ribs showing and his emaciated shoulders and arms. His face was drawn, wrinkled, with sunken eyes red from liquor. His loose lips drew into a smile; half the teeth were gone, and the remainder were broken, brown, filthy.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned with disgust. She suddenly felt as filthy as the old, large-cocked derelict before her.
"Hey, man, she's just a little girl," the bum said.
Kim smelled the distinct odor of wine in his foul, stomach-turning breath. James laughed. "Hell, she was little before you put that big wad in her. Now she's nice and loose, as big as her nurse lover. She can go back to her high school now and let the boys dangle their pricks in her. She can take on two or three at the same time and still have room. Maybe the whole football team, with room left for the football!"
Kim was sure she was going to throw up, the stink of the man was overwhelming her. When she heard James give her the next command a tremor of violent repulsion ripped through her. "Open your little mouth, Kim," he said. "Open up and suck on the nice, big cock on this gentleman."
She twisted her head and fought as he tore the tape from her lips with a fast rip. Her mouth burned with agony as the tough glue tugged at the softness. She wanted to scream but was afraid to open her mouth. The pointed cockhead was right in front of her face, waiting, dying to plug inside her.
James pulled back cruelly on her hair and grabbed her under the chin. "I have ways of forcing your mouth open, Kim," he said. "But they hurt worse than anything you've felt so far. Open up like a smart girl or I'll get some wires and clamps like the dentists use. Do you want that?"
The old man sneered and giggled. "And if you bite me, little girl, I'll shit down your throat."
Kim's eyes closed, and she slowly opened her quivering lips. She knew it was useless to fight or scream. They had her hog-tied and utterly helpless. The slime-coated head of the man's cock pushed at her mouth until the lips yawned wide open. The heavy, fleshy odor of the dripping prick made her senses reel. He leaned into her soft face and snickered as his long pole forced deep inside the wet snuggness of her mouth and throat.
"Stretch your neck, baby," he chided her. "I like to put it all the way in, especially in pretty little mouths like yours."
Kim's head was drawn up tight and her throat provided him with a straight, uncurving tunnel. His hips jammed forward and the lengthy shaft plunged into her struggling gullet. Kim thought her neck would split open as the pounding cock forced inside the tight clamp of wetness.
The man withdrew slowly, and by the time the prick was clear of her throat Kim thought she was going to suffocate. She gasped for air just before the rod plunged back inside.
James looked at the juice-streaked lips of her twat, at the redness of fatigue. Then his eyes drifted up to inspect her anus; it was puffed, partially swollen where the soft tissues of her insides had been drawn down. He reached to his desk and grabbed the object he had almost completely forgotten about, the blue prophylactic with the thick rubber spines. It was like a prickly pear once he had it on, the scrub brush tentacles wiggling like a thousand dancing worms along the base and head of his well-wrapped pecker.
He waited until the black cock was drawn from her throat before violently ramming his packaged shaft straight into her recovering cunt.
"Auuuuuugh!" she howled as the multitude of spines whipped at the grated, stinging walls of her pussy. The cock at her lips now jammed ferociously into her throat to cut off the outcry.
As one went in the other pulled out. They worked her like a double-pistoned engine. One blasting the tenderness of her gullet, the other lashing endless bumps, stabs, spears, pins and needles into her stunned box. She tore against her bindings until the flesh of her arms and ankles turned white. She found no relief whatsoever; a cock was constantly inside her, smashing, torturing her flesh, driving it into outraged fury.
James was surprised at how few strokes it took to make a climax cascade from her crazed pussy. The white ass jerked suddenly, a deep moan growled from her half-filled throat, the spines of the blue rubber glistened with the thickness of her spilling cream. It was making her bellow with flames of passion.
He held his cock deep inside while the cunt walls slammed along the length. Then he rocked from side to side to make sure the spearing rubber-tips did their splendid job. He could see her anus drawing the exposed inner skins inside as it flexed and trembled along with her shuddering cunt.
And the old man was steadily plowing his meat in and out of her mouth, spreading her throat open wide, enlarging her capacity for sex. James knew when they Were through Kim would have all the training and physical ability for anyone or anything. She had wanted experience, and she was getting it.
He jerked his cock from the cunt and raised the awesome spectacle up to her quivering asshole. She knew it was going in there, she couldn't help but know it. But no matter how prepared she was the whipping monster was a shock as it raked her rear hole with the wiggling spines and re-inflamed the sensitive tissues with stings, pinches and eruptions.
The climax from her cunt spread upward along with the blue prick. Kim was beyond screaming now, her senses and body only felt the dull thud of entering poles, the non-stop pump of cock after cock stretching her unmercifully, tearing away any defense, drawing tears from crying holes.
The doctor's ass blurred with speed as he clipped deftly into her asshole. He was feeling good-Kim was receiving the cocks like a young girl should, with tears and groans-real ones. This was the ultimate in childishness, her mind fighting against it, her body eating it all up.
"Hey man, I'm close," the old derelict reported.
"Wait for me," James said. He tugged his cock from her anus and walked to the front of the chair while removing the hideous rubber.
"Gonna cream in her mouth?" the old guy asked.
"No. Neither are you," James said. "Pull out."
The emaciated bum did as he was instructed with an unhappy frown. "Now what? Where do I stick it now?" he asked.
"Stroke it, keep it ready," James said. He took the limp, juice-soaked rubber and stuffed it into Kim's half-open, numb mouth. "Here, Kim, blow this up!" he laughed.
He grabbed her hair into a pony-tail and held it in the air. Then, with a nod at the skinny old man, he said, "In her ears. Kim has real sensitive ears."
She felt the press of their wet cockheads on her ears and everything was quiet except for the sounds of their brisk strokes. Then, almost together, she felt the horrible gush and pressure, like mud being packed in her ears. Jism spurted from each cock to fill and drench, to blot out sound, to overflow in sticky streams down her cheeks to her lips. To drip with long, lazy flows from the soft mouth which refused to drink.
And her hair-she felt them creaming into her clean, soft hair. Sperm was flowing everywhere as they lashed their spilling cocks at her face, at her closed mouth with the blue rubber hanging obscenely out. Kim's tears of humiliation and torment mixed with the thick juice. But the worst thing of all was the thundering climax ripping throughout her thoroughly fucked, painful, limber young body.
James squeezed the final drops of jism from his expended pecker and smiled. Volumes of white goop trailed from her humbled head. He was convinced Kim would never want to look at him again, never even want to hear his name once her ears were cleaned out.
When the office door burst open he looked up with a start. It was Nurse Phillips, hands on hips, mouth drawn into a tight angry line. That was bad, but it was nothing compared to the outraged fury on the face of the man standing behind her. Doctor Blake.
Kim's head lifted, she twisted back and saw her saviors. "Oh! Nurse Phillips! Ohhhhhh...."
The nurse ran to Kim and cradled her semen-soaked head in her arms. The derelict stumbled for his clothes in the bathroom. James still had his hand wrapped around the shrinking base of his red cock as Doctor Blake frowned, looked at the bare and beautiful rump of helpless Kim, looked back up at Doctor Conrad. Frowned again.
"You're in deep trouble," the older doctor said. "Deep trouble."
"Uhhhhh...." James lost his voice. His knees felt weak, he had no explanation worth offering. All he knew was that Nurse Phillips had double-crossed him, she was blowing the whistle while Kim was blowing the mammoth cock.
"You better get dressed, doctor," Blake said.
"We'll see to it that the young girl is tended to. I want to hear her story first. Tomorrow I'll expect to hear your explanation of this insidious outrage."
"Yessir," James replied. He glanced at his diploma on the wall and realized it might be his last look.