Chapter 8
"A school nurse, huh? Why the hell do you want to work in a meat market like this?"
Paula squirmed uneasily on a hard chair as Dr. Felix Cottrell's dark eyes drilled into her. His black hair was loose, falling partially over his forehead, and he had a full mustache. He was in his middle to late thirties.
"I, uh, need some extra money," Paula said.
"Well, you'll earn it here. We work our asses off every night, with accident victims, people who get stabbed and shot, and the losers from bloody fights. We've got a deal with an ambulance service. This isn't going to be like checking little girls' tonsils."
"I can handle it," Paula said, raising her head haughtily.
The night resident studied her. "I wonder if you can. What it comes down to is how badly you need the job."
Cottrell got up and circled his small desk until he stood next to Paula's chair. He reached down and curled his long fingers around one of her bulging breasts.
She gasped. She wanted to knock the man's impudent hand away, but she didn't. He was testing her, she realized, though she thought this was a strange way to go about it.
She let him squeeze and jiggle her full breast through her dress and brassiere.
"Stand up," he said.
Paula stood, her body touching his. He reached around her and cupped the firm, resilient cheeks of her ass.
"Doctor!" she exclaimed. Her eyes made plain her displeasure, but she didn't pull away from him.
"I guess you do want this job," Cottrcll said, and grinned nastily. "Go over and shut the door."
Paula complied, wondering what he intended to do. How far would he dare go with her?
"I get horny," he said, "handling beat-up women all the time. But I can't make out with them. By the time I get home to my wife, she's ready to get up and go to work. And did you see what my full-time nurse looks like? Godzilla with tits!"
"Doctor, I..." Paula faced him tensely, color flooding her cheeks.
He stared at her for a moment, then sighed. "Sure!" he said with bitter resignation. "You want the job-but not badly enough.
"Yes, I do!"
"Then put out, God damn it!" Cottrell snapped. "Give me your ass and I'll hire you tonight."
Paula had never been propositioned so bluntly before, by a man she scarcely knew. If she hadn't been backed to the wall by Steve's threats, she would have told Cottrell what he could do with his filthy proposition, and she would have stomped out.
"Well, is it a deal?" he pressed. "They're gonna wheel another case in any minute, and I may be busy for the rest of the night."
"Ooh, all right!" Paula said, shamefully averting her eyes.
Cottrell grinned. "Come around and sit on my desk."
Sir on his desk ? That was a new way to go about it, Paula thought. But she didn't argue. When the doctor had settled into his swivel chair, she perched on the desk in front of him.
"You've got luscious legs," he said, gliding his hands up the outside of her thighs, dragging her skirt and slip along. "And stockings!" he discovered happily. "Most broads wear those dumb pantyhose."
Cottrell spread Paula's knees wide apart and stared at the narrow, snowy crotch of her panties. "Yeah!" he husked.
She shut her eyes. "Please ... doctor must you humiliate me?"
"Aaw come on now," he said, stroking his hands up and down her shapely thighs, on and off the tops of her stockings, along her taut garter straps where they pressed her smooth, firm flesh. "I dig it this way-do you mind? In that operating room out there, we have to cut clothes off beautiful girls. But they're shot or beat up, and it's enough to turn your stomach. You don't know how great it is to get under a woman's dress and find just good stuff-firm and curvy and clean."
"Ooh, for God's sake, get on with it!" Paula blurted.
"Baby...," the doctor murmured, bowing his head, "that's just what I'm about to do."
He lifted one of Paula's stocking-clad legs into the air, rocking her backward so that she had to brace her hands on the desk, and he stroked his damp tongue up her inner thigh-from the rim of her stocking to the narrow lace border of her white panties.
She shivered.
"Mmmmm!" Cottrell said. "Curly little black hairs!" His teeth nipped the tendrils that reached silkily out from beneath the leg elastic of her briefs.
Paula sucked in her breath.
The bushy-haired doctor licked along the edge of her panties, his mustache tickling her upraised thigh. He brushed his nose across the soft center strip of her pants and moistly kissed her other leg at its most sensitive point, high on the inner thigh.
Despite herself, Paula squirmed sensuously.
The man's hands glided over her hips and up her front to grasp and pull at her well-rounded breasts.
"Let your dress down," he begged.
Paula blushingly unbuttoned the top of her uniform, slipped it off her shoulders and down to the crooks of her arms.
"Aaaah ... indeed!" Cottrell said, gazing at her overfilled bra cups. "You have enough for quadruplets."
"Doctor, must you make those comments?" Paula asked petulantly.
"I'm just vocally uninhibited, I guess," he said as he reached behind her to release her bra. "When I like what I see, I must say so."
He lifted the cups of her brassiere up off her melon-shaped breasts and smiled like a baby with two new toys. He let his hands do the talking this time as his long, skilled fingers curled as far around Paula's titties as they would go, took a firm hold, and hobbled her boobs from side to side. He slapped them noisily together.
"Aaawwww!" she said, and shut her eyes. Her cheeks felt drenched by heat.
The doctor watched intently as he rubbed his thumbs up and down across her rosy nipples, causing the prominent buds to swell forward and thicken until they became rubbery stems that bent up and down, snapping springily back each time his thumbs left them.
He pinched her throbbing nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tugged them toward him until Paula yelped. He let her nipples go, and her tits bounced.
She didn't know how much more of his strange treatment she could stand, even though she had to get the job.
He quit mauling her breasts at that point and wrapped his arms around both of her thighs, lifting them and spreading them wide apart. Again she had to lean back On her hands, against the top of the desk. Cottrell pressed his face against the center of her panties, kissing her through the thin nylon.
"Uuuuuuuuh!" she breathed heatedly, and her hips gave a spastic jerk.
Cottrell lay her legs on his shoulders, which freed his hands to draw the stretchy crotch-strip of her panties aside. "Ooooh, yesss!" he said pleasurably. "Lots of hair and soft flesh! I do love hairy twats!"
He pressed his mouth against Paula's pussy, causing her to gasp. As his tongue wiggled between her cuntal folds, sinking deep into her moist heat, she became more excited. She shoved her hips further forward, until her buttocks perched on the very edge of the doctor's desk, and she tilted her snatch up.
He licked hungrily into her succulent feast of warm, slippery flesh, bordered by tickly hairs. He tickled her at the same time with his bushy mustache, which brushed the tip of her clit as he reamed the hot hole of her vagina.
"Uuuuuuh ... oooooooh ... for heaven's sake!" Paula panted.
While Cottrell licked and sucked her sweet pussy, one hand went to his lap, and he freed his thrusting stalk from his clothes. He fingered his bone-hard rod.
A rapping sounded at the door.
"Just a minute!" Cottrell yelled, raising his head. Then he whispered to Paula, "Quick! Get down on the floor."
He drew her forward, and she thudded to her knees between his chair and the desk. He pushed her head down so that it would be out of sight, and her mouth pressed against his bristling prick, forcing her lips to yield. The bulb-ended organ, which was circumcised, speared deeply into her mouth and throat.
"Come in, Miss Swigert!" Paula heard him call.
"Doctor, they just brought in a smashed arm," the raspy-voiced nurse reported. "Hey, what happened to that broad you were interviewing?"
"Forget her!" Cottrell said as Paula gurgled and gasped on his long, throbbing cock. "Administer morphine to the patient. Then take some x-rays. I'll be out in a couple of minutes."
"But...."
"Do it, Miss Swigert! For God's sake, must you quibble about everything?"
"Yes, doctor!" she said crisply and withdrew from his office, shutting the door.
He released Paula's head and she lifted it gratefully. She was glassy-eyed.
"We must hurry," Cottrell said. "Your mouth felt so damned good, I'll take a quick blow-job. You do suck, don't you?"
"Well, sometimes," Paula admitted, and clasped the bulging head of his cock in her mouth, glad that she didn't have to take the entire shaft as before.
She pumped her o-shaped lips claspingly on his prick, sucking as if she enjoyed it, while he reached down and jiggled her titties on his fingertips.
He growled, "Shit, that's good!"
Paula sucked harder, wondering what had come over her. She didn't have to act so eager. But then she recalled the necessity to hurry, and that seemed to justify her voracious attack upon the doctor's long hard cock.
She gnawed at it, as if she were a dog having dinner ... pumped her mouth up and down a few times quickly ... then twisted her head and gnawed some more, champing on the big, bone-like shape. As Cottrell groaned voluptuously, she let his prick escape and stick up next to her nose as she waggled her tongue along the veined shaft. She breathed in the humid scent of his saliva-coated organ, then worked her mouth up to its crest once more and re-encompassed the spongy head. She swallowed her gushing saliva again and again as she sucked the doctor's cock with long, tongue-lapping strokes.
He squirmed on his chair, jabbing his horny prick upward into her loving mouth. His balls churned.
"Now!" he rasped. "Get it! Go fast!"
Paula pumped her hot mouth on his cock as rapidly as she could, her tits shaking in and out of his grasp. Her pussy felt like a fire pit between her thighs, and she didn't know what to do about that. But she knew she had to eat the doctor's prick, and she went at it as if it were the tastiest thing in creation, slurping and sucking noisily.
"AAAHHHRGH!" he rasped, his hips surging up from the chair.
He skewered Paula's throat with his cock as the horny column twitched and spurted. Her tonsils were bathed by his gushing cum.
After the first blast, he settled a bit, permitting the shocked woman to raise her head slightly. She took his second shot onto her tongue, thrilling her taste-buds. She gulped, squeezing his spitting bulb between her tongue and palate, which made him spurt again. She tasted more of his thick sperm, swallowing as much as she could. The excess oozed out around his quivering shaft and dribbled down her chin.
"Aaaaah, that was delightful!" he sighed. "You're hired! You can start right away! Shit! I've got to take care of that arm!"
He jumped up, yanking his penis from Paula's mouth. He stuffed the softening organ into his clothes as he hurried to the door.
Paula remained on her knees for several moments, her tits hanging out. A dull, vacant throbbing continued between her legs. She realized that her chin was wet, and she swiped at it with her hand. Seeing nothing else to do with the sperm she had collected on her fingers, she stuck them into her mouth and sucked them clean.
She stood on shaky legs.
I suppose I ought to get to work, she decided, pausing only long enough to tuck her breasts into her brassiere and hook it clumsily behind her back, then draw up her dress and button it. She pushed her hair away from her flushed face as she walked to the door.
While Cottrell and the head nurse, Nellie Swigert, worked over the accident victim with the mangled arm, Paula was assigned to take temperatures in a ward where minor injury cases rested before being sent home.
As she went from bed to bed, shoving thermometers into patients' mouths, she continued to suffer from frustration. Her pussy smoldered damply, throbbing now and then.
She reached the far bed and found a young, tow-headed boy. A quick glance at his chart told her he was only twelve years old. He had suffered a badly cut foot, which was bandaged.
"Am I gonna go home now?" he asked, gazing up at Paula with his wide, innocent eyes.
"Well uuh ... not quite yet," she said, and felt such a twinge of erotic desire that she couldn't resist pulling the curtain which concealed the boy's bed from the rest of the ward.
"What are you gonna do?" he asked as Paula smiled warmly down at him.
"Take your temperature," she said, "but in a new way." She began unbuttoning her dress. "This is a very secret way, so you mustn't tell anyone about it. Do you understand?"
"Yeah. Sure. But why arc you taking your dress off?" He goggled at the pretty nurse as she stood beside his bed in her bra, stockings and panties.
"Shhhh!" Paula said. 'That's part of the secret."
She tremblingly took her bra off, letting her ripe breasts surge in sensuous freedom. They swooped and wobbled as she removed her panties.
"Gosh!" the lad exclaimed as he stared at her hairy loins.
"Now well just slip this sheet down," she said, stripping the cover from the recumbent youth.
He blushed, because there was a peak in his hospital gown-not a high peak, since he was only a child, but it looked very good to Paula.
She lifted his gown to expose a hard little pecker with an appealing pink head. His small testicles were as white as the rest of his body, and he didn't have a trace of hair at his crotch.
"Ooooh, you sweet thing ! " Paula murmured huskily, and bent over the lad.
"Hey, lady...!" he began to protest, then said, "Oooooh!" as she licked his fine-tasting, childish cock.
Paula thrilled wildly. She knew she was doing something wrong and could get into serious trouble if she were caught. But at the moment, she didn't care.
She took the boy's small prick into her mouth and sucked on it.
"Wowwwwww!" he said excitedly. "This is sure a new way to take my temperature, all right!"
"Oooh, that isn't how I'm going to take your temperature," Paula said, raising her head to smile at him. "I've got a better way yet. And the funny thing about it is your little dick is going to be the thermometer, which you're going to stick into me! Doesn't that sound interesting?"
"Yeah, I guess so," the confused lad replied as his up-thrust cock quivered. "But I don't see...."
"You just let me take care of things, okay?" Paula replied as she climbed onto his bed, her titties wobbling tautly. "I'm the nurse."
She swung astride the boy and positioned herself above his middle. Holding his twelve-year-old dick straight up, she wiggled her warm, wet pussy down around it, and he caught his breath.
"Feel good?" she asked, as her pussy quaked around his very stiff cock.
"Yeeeaaaah!" he breathed, gazing at her rosy-nippled tits.
Kneeling astride him, and flexing her stocking-clad legs, she began to grind her warm, velvety snatch around the youth's hard-on. Her dark hair curved across her cheek, and she lowered her lashes. She took hold of the boy's hands and lifted them to her breasts.
"Play with nursie's tits," she murmured sultrily as she felt herself rising toward perhaps the best climax she'd ever had.
The boy's hands clasped her wobbly, springy-firm boobs, and he squeezed them while Paula pleasurably screwed him. She tossed back her head, , letting her hair whip about her cheeks and shoulders as she writhed, bobbing up and down on the child's rigid dick.
She moved faster and faster, and it was clear from the lad's expression that he was becoming as tensely excited as she. Her big breasts bounced in and out of his hands, her nipples stiffly extended. Her wet pussy massaged his childish erection as it never had been stroked before.
He gasped. He let out a little groan.
Paula bobbed up and down on his dick as rapidly as she could go, and her tits bounced freely before his goggling gaze.
Now! she thought. Oh, NOW! I'M GOING TO ... HAVE IT!
A fireball exploded deep within her, and she shook from shoulders to hips, her pussy rippling on the boy's small rod. She felt him twitch inside her, but there was no spurt. Still, as she obtained a sharp, ecstatic release, he apparently did also, because his eyes rolled back in their sockets and he quivered.
When she climbed off of him, his cock was soft. She bent and licked it.
"Is my ... temperature okay?" the kid asked, apparently more confused than ever ... but happy.
"Oooh, you're real fine in every way!" Paula said, and kissed his sweet face. She hurriedly put on her clothes and got out of there.