Chapter 3
Within a week, she had found an apartment and a job as a receptionist in the hospital. She also enrolled in nurse's training. Millie had no great desire to be a nurse, but she knew that quite often nurses married doctors. And doctors became very wealthy.
A month after her initial enrollment, she was called into Dr. Dan Boland's office. Her transcript from high school had arrived, and he felt that there was no way he could okay her staying in the school.
Her heart stopped. What could she do?
And then she saw the good doctor licking his lips as he stared at her tits, and she knew what she could do.
She stood and walked around the desk until she was standing directly by his chair. She leaned forward slightly, until her pussy mound lightly pushed against his arm.
"What can I do, Dr. Boland? I have to stay in school. I know my grades will be fine if only I can stay long enough..."
"Well, Millie ... I...."
"What can I do?" She found one of his hands and pulled it up to her breasts. He gasped, and she knew it was all over.
Slowly and very deliberately, Millie removed her clothes, piece by piece, until she stood beside him cleverly posed to display her beautiful, naked form in all its glory.
"Lock the door," he rasped.
The doctor felt his cock rise as he watched her move to the door and then return. His eyes moved up and down, examining all of her magnificent body. It had been a long time since he had seen a woman like this who wasn't a patient. Millie was one long, tan expanse of beauty. Her enormous tits rode high on her chest and her perfect ass was firm and heart-shaped. She swung her hips as she walked over to him, swishing her ass from side to side with each step.
She undressed him slowly, kissing each spot of flesh as it popped into view. She had removed his shirt. He felt steam begin to rise. She slowly undid his pants and brought out his aching cock. She looked at it for a second, then took it in her mouth and started to suck him oil.
"Oh, my God ... yes, do it! Suck my cock!"
Millie needed no encouragement. She pushed her mouth onto his cock until it tickled her tonsils. She sucked and sucked as if she were sucking for milk. The doctor moaned in unendurable pleasure. His cock loaded up with jism. He felt the end of it about to burst.
Suddenly, he shot his wad, a stream of hot, sticky cum that bathed Millie and dripped from the corners of her mouth as she swallowed as much as she could. Then the doctor leaned back and sighed.
She cleaned every bit of cum off his cock and balls with her skillful tongue. She wanted to give him the fucking of his life, so that he would give positive reports to the head nurse.
She led him over to the edge of the sofa.
"Wha ... what now?" he asked, much like a child.
Instead of answering him directly, Millie spread her legs wide apart and placed his hand on the thick mat of her pussy. "How does that feel, Dr. Boland?"
"Wonderful. It feels wonderful! Call me, Dan!"
She felt his fingers slide into the moist, hot folds of pussy flesh. She snaked her hand around his waist and played with his cock from the other side. It was soft, but already it was showing signs of life again.
The doctor kept up the rubbing of her cunt. "What will happen if I keep this up?" he asked teasingly.
"If you keep that up," Millie murmured, "I will come and come. I will cover your hands with cunt juice. I will beg for your hot prick!"
Dan said nothing, his blood boiling within him. He pushed her gently back on the sofa. In a second, he had rammed his hot cock deep inside her and was fucking her wildly.
Millie moaned loudly and thrashed around, her pussy walls fingering his ramming cock, climbing ever closer to release.
The doctor held back until she had come three or four times, then shot his load. Stream after stream of bubbling cum shot from the tip of his cock. Millie felt it tear into her pussy, coating her cunt walls and bubbling out from the sides.
Satisfied, Millie just lay there, her legs spread wide apart. She hugged at the doctor's shoulders as he lay there enjoying the delicious waves that washed over him.
"Well?" Millie finally asked.
"I think everything can be arranged. By the way, why don't you come out to my place in the country over the weekend. I know my sister, Wilma, would love to meet you."
There it was. Millie was in. And to stay in, there would be those occasional weekends at his place. That was all right with Millie. She was beginning to realize just what her body was worth. And besides, in other circumstances, away from the office, she was sure Dr. Dan Boland would turn out to be quite a good lover.
Millie was quite impressed by the Boland mansion. It served to further strengthen her resolve that a doctor was the only person to marry.
Dan met her at the door and took her into a giant hall. There was an imposing staircase that seemed to go on forever, with expensive paneling on the walls, and tiles on the floor.
"I'm so glad you could come, Millie," he said, as if his invitation hadn't been a command.
"This is something else," Millie said, awestruck.
"Yes ... it's a fine old place," he remarked, and then made his tone a little more serious. "With your talents, Millie, I'm sure you'll have all this and more someday. Come along, several of the weekend guests have already arrived."
Dan Boland ushered her into a large room where a crowd of people seemed to be busily engaged in little groups, laughing, talking, and sipping their drinks. One of the group detached herself from the cluster and came over to them.
"Millie, this is my sister, Wilma," Dan said.
Wilma Boland was a feminine counterpart of her brother. The same aristocratic features, beautifully chiseled and in perfect symmetry. She had light-brown hair and perfect, flawless skin. Her figure seemed just a little square to Millie, a little solid in some manner that she could not define. Her smile and voice was very hearty and cheery.
"So glad to meet you, Millie," she said gaily. "Let me show you to your room."
Millie reveled in the luxury which surrounded her. The room itself was lavish in its furnishings, and on the dressing table was an impressive array of expensive perfumes and colognes. In the bath Millie found all sorts of bath oils and dusting powders, all calculated to gladden the heart of any feminine guest.
She was undressed and in the shower in minutes. It felt good, and she was relaxing with her eyes closed when she sensed someone with her.
It was Dan Boland, naked, with a gigantic hard-on. "I couldn't wait until after dinner," he said, laughing.
"I don't mind," Millie smiled, remembering the brief encounter in the office and the wonderful feel of his cock in her cunt.
The warm water sprayed down on them both as they explored each other with their soapy hands. Millie reached for his cock. Dan, in turn, stood in a sensual haze and let his hands search and wander over her in mounting desire. Her actions became almost frantic on Dan as she used her hands on his dick.
"Careful there, honey chil', " he muttered happily. "I'm only human, you know. I can hold out just so long."
"I want to see it happen for you, Dan. I want to see it!"
He grinned sheepishly at her. "You mean it? You want to see it come?"
"Yes ... oh yes!" Suddenly the thought of actually seeing globs of cum shoot from his prick was all she could think of.
"Okay, honey," he laughed, and Millie fell against him and kissed him long and hard. Then she pulled away and accelerated her jerking on his dick with her soapy hand. Dan fell back against the side of the shower wall. He thrust his hips forward against her demanding hand and yielded to the frantic masturbation as the sperm within him burst forth in hot, creamy jets.
Her eyes were fastened upon him as she saw what she had wanted. "Oh, Dan, Dan," she murmured. "It's beautiful, beautiful!"
She fell into his arms and they seemed to merge together as the warm spray beat down on them.
Millie reached down and flipped the water control, letting the tub fill with the warm water.
"Sit down," she ordered. She settled her gleaming buttocks down between his legs, facing his strong, hairy chest. Inclining her head, she began to kiss him on the wet skin there, and fondled his sturdy prick under water. She laughed delightedly as she saw his cock rise again and break the surface of the water.
She boldly zeroed in on his cock with her sensuous lips. She could feel his trembling reaction as he experienced a sensation of gliding warmth that was much hotter than the tub water. As Millie kept it up, a low moan broke from his lips and he splashed furiously with his arms and legs in the pleasure throes of her sucking mouth.
"You're hard again."
"Don't you think I know it?"
"Let's go in on the bed."
"You mean, like this ... soaking wet?" he laughed.
"Why not? I want to fuck you."
Immediately both of them were lost in the heaping pillows covering the bed. Only the arched swell of a muscular, clenched pair of buttocks could be seen above the pillows, and a pair of trim, deliciously tapered calves that were locked together in the hollow of his strong back.
Millie's breasts were crushed under the strong, hard muscles of his chest. Her moist, hungry lips were locked in fierce passion with his, her probing, yearning tongue worming between his teeth in a moaning, pleading cry as their nude forms ground together as one.
She was burning alive; every taut, strained fiber of her body was in flames from the agonizing inferno that was raging deep in her belly.
Her cunt was searing hot the flesh of her pussy quivering with the scalding heat that swirled madly inside its walls. She became a seething whirlpool of savage lust that threatened to envelop and consume her alive with its intensity.
Her buttocks were uplifted, her long, supple legs twisted together in a death-grip on his body. Between the warm, soaking soft flesh of her inner thighs, his long, desire-hardened cock lay nestled on the damp lips, waiting for the quick, delicious snap of his hips to elevate it slightly and sink it into the soft, eager depths of her pussy.
She kissed him again and again, biting his lips until he was sure that she would draw blood. She sucked his tongue into her hungry mouth and urged him on with both words and actions.
"Please, darling, please ... please, now. Shove your beautiful big hard cock clear up into my cunt! Fill me with it."
"I want to fuck your ass-hole. All right?"
"Yes ... shit, I don't care. Fuck me, fuck me anywhere! Just FUCK ME!"
Dan Boland positioned himself between Millie's spread ass-cheeks. Fluid dripped from the head of his cock as he levered it toward her bunghole, splitting the luscious half-moons apart.
Then he was there, at her ass-hole, plunging in. She stiffened and bent down at the waist to try and accommodate the blood-engorged cock. She felt it tear into her tender hole, ripping at the delicate inner walls. She felt as though she were going to burst. He grunted like a pig in heat. Saliva dripped from his mouth as he unmercifully pounded her ass with hot, long strokes of his lust-inflamed prick.
He tore into her again and again, while the blonde writhed desperately, hopelessly impaled. She could feel his cock growing larger within her as it filled with cum. Her ravaged ass-hole felt even worse as the head of his prick plunged in and out of it.
With a maddened shout, he shot his load into her ass. The steaming wad filled up her ass and dripped out. She could feel his hot, sticky jism fill her and she was glad it was over.
"You've never taken it up the butt before, have you?"
"No," she replied, gritting her teeth in pain as he slipped from her.
"That's okay," he said, patting her ass and moving to the door. "There's a lot of weekends in three years of school. You'll get used to it."
At dinner, the table was full of distinguished-looking men and beautiful women. But none could hold a candle to Millie. She was truly a gorgeous sight. She wore a low-cut, white silk dress that hugged every one of her curves. Her magnificent cleavage stood out, and between her white tits she had placed a red rose. The dress was open all the way down her back, so that the crack of her magnificent ass was peeking over the top. The thin material of the gown hugged the cheeks of her half-bared ass-cheeks so they were easily seen. As she walked, the dress flowed over her body like caressing hands. Her hair was finely done up and a few blonde curls brushed at her temples. She looked like an aristocratic whore.
During dinner, Millie noticed one man who was different from the others. He was tall, with an angular face that was both handsome and cruel at the same time. His dress, unlike the other men, was very informal and, instead of shoes, he wore cowboy boots.
He intrigued her. But he paid no attention to her.
At the conclusion of dinner, Millie's curiosity got the best of her. She ambled over to where he stood and brushed past him, letting her perfume fill his nostrils: Still he did not look her way. He stared straight ahead, sipping a glass of ginger ale. She tried everything she could think of to try and attract him. Nothing seemed to work. Disconsolately, she left the main party and wandered into one of the other rooms. It must have been the study. Huge bookshelves covered the walls up to the high ceilings. In the center of the room was a chess table and two large, leather chairs. She sat down in one of them and absent-mindedly fingered the pieces.
Her concentration was broken by a strange voice that spoke with a Southern accent. "Y'all play chess?"
"What? Oh, no," she replied, feeling her body quiver at his nearness. "I was just killing time until the movie started. Dr. Boland said they were going to show a film after-"
"I know all about the movie," the tall man said in his twangy voice. "I made it."
"Oh?" She was interested.
"Yeah. I'm Jordan Ritter. I supply the Doc with all his porn."
"With what?"
"Never mind," he said.
He walked over to the side of her chair and stared down at her. She felt locked in the eyes of the strange man. He reached down to the chess table and picked up a pawn. He stared at it for a few minutes. Then he plucked the rose from between her tits with his other hand. He weighed the two objects in his hands for a moment, then put them both down on the chess table. To do this, he had to bend quite close to Millie's cleavage. He stayed in that position for a half-second too long, and she knew that he was getting interested, too. She was turned on by this man. She wanted to break him, to have him moaning for mercy.
He suddenly brought his head close to the surface of her heaving tits. His hot breath touched them and she felt a little ache in her pussy. She reached up with one arm and circled it around his head.
Slowly, she pulled his head down onto her yearning white flesh. His tongue flashed out and he bathed her tits with warm saliva. With one hand he dipped into the moist flesh between her legs. He found her pussy and gave long, knowing strokes to the swollen lips of her cunt.
Millie moaned and spread her legs wide. He lifted her dress above her knees. Her cunt was in plain view. He continued his probing in her cunt, spreading her pussy lips wide apart and searching for her budding clit. In a second he found it. Taking her clit between two deft fingers, he began to roll it gently back and forth. She moaned and began moving her hips in time with his strokes. Her pussy watered under his hands. He moved his other hand up to her tits and rubbed them until she was squirming in the chair.
Then Dan Boland's voice rang loud and clear from the other room. "Okay, everybody ... movie time ... movie time! Everyone into the studio!"
Jordan Ritter calmly pulled his hand from her cunt and stared down at her panting body. "Nice body," he said tonelessly, and walked away.
"Why you frigid son-of-a-bitch," Millie said, surprised.