Chapter 10

Harry took me into his private office, locking the door.

He leered at me for several seconds, then walked over toward a leather sofa in one corner of the room.

He bent over and tugged at the sofa several times. I watched it collapse into a double bed.

"Pretty clever, huh?" he looked at me and smiled. "I've had a few consultations in here with some cute nurses. For a while there I was beginning to think you'd never join the ranks, but I'm happy that you're with me now, Joan. Better late than never, I always say."

He looked down at the collapsed sofa, then began to take off his white coat.

He removed his shirt next, then his T-shirt. As he began to undo his belt, I could see the sizeable bulge in his trousers. He was quite obviously ready to exercise his cock on me, even though I hated even the thought of it.

He unzipped his trousers, then pulled out his long hard stem. The longer that he looked at it, the more impressed he seemed to become with himself.

"Just take a look at my rod," he said. "If that isn't a proud cock, then I'll eat my goddam hat. But speaking of eating, I'll bet you're just delicious. I can hardly wait to train my tongue on your pussy. I've dreamed for so long about taking off your panties and those sexy black stockings. I really want to go to work with my tongue. You're going to love it, baby, when I do it."

He went back to undressing himself. He pulled his pants down his long legs, then stepped out of them.

Harry's last act of undressing was to slip out of his shorts, then he walked over toward me.

My whole body was trembling fearfully as I stood in the far corner of the room, doing my best to make myself as inconspicuous as possible.

But it was clear to me by that point that there was no way that I was going to elude Harry. He wanted me, and that's all there was to it.

He threw his arms around me with one dramatic gesture. He encircled me with his arms, then he tugged at me. He exercised so much pressure that it hurt, and as he hung on for dear life he slipped his lips forward toward mine.

Harry puckered up dramatically, then leaned forward as his lips collided devastatingly with mine.

His fingers pressed against the small of my back as he allowed his lips to remain pressed ever so firmly and convincingly against mine.

He finally released his lips, after which he decided to explore my breasts.

At first he was inclined just to run his fingers smoothly over the white material of my nurse's uniform, but soon he required more, so he began unbuttoning the back of my uniform, then slipping his fingers inside the front of it.

I felt like a couple of mice were crawling around inside me when his fingers moved skillfully toward my bra. He slipped them beneath the bra, then cupped both breasts in his hands.

"You really have a nice set of tits," he said. "You don't need to waste your time on young kids like Brent, not when you've got a man like me around who's willing to give you all the action you can possibly stand."

He slipped his tongue inside my mouth. He let it maneuver quickly. It was spinning out of control, shooting throughout my mouth with quick but thorough strokes.

While he continued to French me, his fingers remained locked around my breasts. He was touching them fervently, almost to the point of pain.

Harry released his tongue from my mouth, then went back to undressing me.

He finished unbuttoning the back of my nurse's uniform, then took me by the left hand and walked me over toward the bed.

"Come on and get inside," he ordered softly but firmly. "I want to finish the act right here. You don't know how many times I've dreamed about this moment. I would always think about undressing you when I was by myself at night. You don't know how many times I'd have to get up and start jerking myself off just because of that."

He laughed, then removed my uniform. He reached out and grabbed my stockings.

There was something about those stockings that made guys hornier than usual. I remembered how turned-on my lover Larry had been with them.

Harry's fingers were trembling as he undid the straps that held my garter belt together.

I could see that he was completely leveling with me when he said how horny he was for me.

He kept tugging at the straps until he undid them. He then pulled down at them, tugging at my stockings several times, laughing all the while.

"I really love these sensations," he chuckled. "You've got such groovy legs, and they look so sexy when you're wearing those stockings."

He slipped his fingers up and down over the stockings, then began tugging downward at them, determined to pull them off.

He slipped them against my firm skin, and I believe that the sound of the stockings scraping against my soft, velvety white thighs turned him on just as much as anything.

"You really have a set of legs on you," he laughed. "I love looking at them. You're quite a woman, Joan. That's another thing I've always dreamed of seeing. I've always dreamed of just focusing on your creamy legs. That's quite an experience."

He finally removed the stockings altogether. He reached out with both hands and permitted his fingers to run hungrily up and down the entire length of my legs. He started with my thighs, not stopping until he reached my ankles.

The longer that his fingers curled around my legs, the quicker that my hostilities seemed to disappear. Even though I didn't like Harry as a person, he was titillating me with those finger strokes.

I was finding it harder with each increasing moment to dislike him.

He reached up and grabbed my panties, the only thing that I had on at that point.

He tugged at the elastic several times, then let the panties slip down my legs, so slowly. He wanted to bask in the enjoyment of undressing me, and as he let the panties scrape against my thighs he got his first look at my vagina.

He looked at my snowy blonde box, then finished the job of removing my panties.

He reached out with his right hand, letting it travel ever so slowly up my legs. It moved up my thighs, then came to a quick halt against my pubic mound.

His fingers moved with softness and precision and touched my vaginal lips for the first time. I loved the way that he was touching me. Even if he had been a terrible man who was blackmailing me, there was something about the way that he conducted himself sexually that couldn't help but turn me on.

His fingers moved more quickly now as he manipulated them over my vagina.

While the finger action continued, he slipped his tongue down between my breasts.

He slipped his tongue up and down smoothly, letting it manipulate against the shadowy valley which separated my pendulous, creamy breasts.

The action continued at a steady level, and when my body started circulating back and forth with excitement he stepped up the pace even more.

He was fully aware of all that was happening within me. Instinctively he could tell just how aroused I was becoming by the action, and that must have made him feel a lot better. For one thing, he knew that he was making a favorable impression for the first time with me.

After he had thoroughly licked the valley separating my breasts, he moved his tongue over toward my right tit.

He zeroed in on the smooth, warm flesh, letting his tongue collide with it. He kept up his endeavors for a little while, then switched the action dramatically to my nipple.

He kept working his tongue freely, then let it maneuver over toward my left breast.

The momentum was increasing, and his sucking tempo picked up dramatically while he fingered my hot pussy.

He gave my breasts such splendid attention that I began feeling moist between my legs.

I think he was inspired all the more when he recognized my own excitement. It indicated to him that his efforts were achieving a productive result.

He kept up his activities on both levels, determined to get me as hot as he possibly could before going on to other action.

Once he finished with my breasts, he decided to let his tongue go to work inside my mouth.

He had a devastating way about him when it came to French kissing, and his tongue collided with mine spectacularly several times.

But what was really getting to me by that time more than anything else, was the spirited level of the pussy action.

He let his fingers proceed at full speed, moving them with spectacular grace against my smooth, warm mound.

He tongued my mouth for a few dramatic seconds, letting the tempo build within both of us, after which he withdrew it from my mouth.

"Oh, I love you," he said. "You're such a sexy broad."

He reached out with his free hand, running it softly through my hair.

"Nice and soft," he said. "You've got beautiful hair. It's beautiful, just like the rest of you."

He let his lips stab eagerly against mine. As he did so, the hot vibrations of passion splashed more convincingly than ever through my entire body.

He rocked back and forth, getting carried away through the ecstasy of his own movements.

He kept it up until he decided that he ought to release his fingers from my moist pussy. He was far from through with my mound, though. As a matter-of-fact, we were only in the beginning stages of my seduction, as I soon found out.