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In the Booth (MFF, RN, TWA, VR)
From: Mark Aster (MyFrThAl@aol.com)
(c) Oct 1998 

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.. Mark


In the Booth
by Mark Aster

= = =
Note: this story contains graphic accounts of sexual
relations between consenting adults.  Sort of.  If you
are a minor, a U.S. Senator, or anyone else whose brain
implodes when exposed to such things, stop reading now,
and go take a cold shower.
= = =

I lay on my back on the hospital bed, drowsy and warm,
recovering from some minor surgery or something.  It was
dark, the middle of the night shift.  The door to my room
was ajar, and now and then someone walked by on quiet feet.

A nurse came out of the darkness, all in white, with a small
tub of water and some washcloths.  She saw that I was awake,
and smiled at me with full red lips, professional but sincere.
I noticed that her uniform was tight on her, short and tight
over a firm round ass, tight and low-cut over big well-formed
breasts.  She folded back the sheets that covered me, and with
a single expert motion slipped the hospital gown down my arms
and off.  Then she pulled the sheet back up to my hips.

She stepped up to the bed and began to run a warm damp cloth
over my skin.  I closed my eyes and relaxed as her hand rubbed
the warmth into my chest and shoulders.  I smiled and sighed,
filled with comfort.  She washed my arms and my stomach, and
pushed the sheet down again to do my hips.  I spread my legs
slightly, and she stroked the cloth over my upper thighs,
slowly moving up and down and around in gentle circles.
I felt the blood flowing into my penis.

"Mmmm," the lovely nurse said, in a low, breathy voice, "you
have a nice big cock."  And she took my shaft in the warm grip
of the cloth and began to stroke up and down, and instantly I
was hard.  I heard music somewhere in the distance; melody and
a deep pounding beat.

I opened my eyes and looked at her standing there, big-boobed
and smiling, looking into my eyes and squeezing my cock with
her hand.  Her tongue came out and moved sensuously around her
lips.  She put her other hand gently on my chest and, without
breaking eye contact, she moved down between my legs, one knee
on the bed.  I groaned loudly as she pushed the cloth down to
the base of my penis, put out her tongue, and licked slowly up
from her hand to the tip of my glans.

"God," I breathed, "this has got to be my favorite plot."

"It's very popular," she said huskily, and she sucked my cock
into the hot wetness of her mouth.  Her head bobbed up and
down, slowly at first, then faster, and her hand pulled on
me, hungrily stuffing me deeper into her throat.  I groaned
and rocked my hips, pushing into her head, my mouth open and
gasping, and much too soon I came, and she swallowed my cum
with a long low moan.

"I want you," she said, standing up and wiping a drop of me
from the corner of her perfect mouth, "I want that cock up in
my pussy."  She pulled down the zipper of her uniform, and her
breasts spilled out, big firm mounds with erect pink nipples.
She wriggled the cloth down over her hips; under the skirt,
a hot-pink garter belt held up the prim white stockings that
encased her fine long legs.  She wore no panties, and I could
see wetness in the soft blonde hair between her thighs.  She
stroked her pussy once with two fingers, and swivelled her
hips.  The music was louder.

"Fuck me," she moaned, swinging herself up over me with her
legs far apart, "give me that cock," and she kissed me hard
on the mouth, her tongue pressing between my lips and running
along my teeth.  Her tits pressed against my chest, and her
pelvis ground into me, and I was hard again.  She rocked her
hips and took me inside her.  "Oh, god," she moaned, "oh
fuck my pussy, fuck me with that big hard cock," and she
threw back her head, giving me an astounding view of her
breasts and her wide-spread legs, and we fucked for a long
incredible time.  My throat was raw and my cock aching when
she finally came, screaming into my ear and biting my neck,
and I shot into her a second later, waves of pleasure rolling
through every muscle of my body and out into her cunt.

Her hot firm body collapsed onto me, and she licked my ear
lasciviously.  "That was great," I said, squeezing her ass
in my hands.  She raised herself up on her arms, her tits
close to my face.  "If you liked that," she said quietly,
her voice melodious, "you'll love our Adult Classics I
series.  And for a limited time you can get it for just
twenty-nine ninety-five."  She took her left breast in her
hand and raised the nipple to my lips, "Would you like that?"
she whispered, "Would you like it right now?"

"Yes," I breathed, rubbing my face against the perfect skin
of her breast, "oh, yes..."

Halfway through a long airplane flight, and my leg was cramping
up again.  The pretty blonde-haired stewardess with the nice
figure noticed me rubbing the muscle and trying to stand up.
She came over to me and spoke in a low voice, so as not to
wake the other passengers.  "Not very comfortable?"  I nodded.
"Tell you what," she said, "there's no one at all in First
Class; why don't you come up and sit in a wider seat?"

I thanked her and followed her to the front of the coach cabin
and through the curtain.  The seats in first-class looked big
and soft, and the tall brunette stewardess smiled as my
companion explained the situation to her.  "Of course," she
said smiling, "I'd love the company; I've had NOTHING to do up
here this flight."  She walked up to me.  I could smell her
perfume.  When I brought my hands up and cupped her breasts
through the stiff uniform, she sighed and pressed against me,
and the blonde behind me caressed my ass.  The brunette's lips
were warm and yielding as I kissed her.  I took her skirt
in my hands and tore it off, and curled my fingers around
the waistband of her panties and ripped them away.  The blonde
undid my pants for me, and in a moment I was thrusting into
the girl in front of me, and she was moaning and bouncing
her hips against the seat in back of her as we fucked.

"Stewardesses," I mused aloud, my throbbing cock penetrating
her wet cunt again and again, "stewardesses and AHH nurses.
What AHHH what is it AHHH about stewardesses and nurses?"

"Oh baby," the brunette moaned, "oh baby give it to me
harder, fuck me, fuck my twat, give it to me, oh god YESSS!"
I stroked into her a few more times, glorying in the delicious
feeling of her pussy sucking on my throbbing shaft, and
then I pulled out.  I took her by the hips and turned her
around, bending her over the arm of the big soft leather
seat.  She moaned and spread her thighs apart, and I
thrust into her again.  The blonde, sitting one row
back and eyeing us hungrily, had her fingers under her
skirt, and as I vigorously pierced her colleague from
behind, she fingered herself to orgasm.  After several long
thrusts into the brunette's cunt I came in one long spurt
that filled her womb and spilled out onto the leather.

"WARNING:," the letters said, scrolling in bright red across
the bottom of my field of vision, "Federal law prohibits the
continuous operation of this device for periods in excess of
one hour.  This device will shut down in five minutes."  I
put my hand between her legs and rubbed my fingers in her
juices, then spread the wetness up over the mounds of her
ass.

Tired of the sun, and not wanting to go back into the pool,
I walked over to the TV room, a padded bench and a big-screen
TV in a little shed behind the snack-bar.  Chrissy and Candy
were already there, and they waved as I came in.  They were
both in skimpy bikinis, sitting close to each other on the
bench.  I sat down at the other end, and we all watched the
game-show for a few minutes.  Candy was a tall redhead with
big tits and long legs; Chrissy was a small blonde with nice
curves and a lovely face.  Chrissy whispered something to
Candy, and Candy giggled.

Chrissy reached behind Candy's back and undid the strap of
her top, and Candy's bare breasts tumbled free.  Glancing
over at me, Chrissy took Candy's left breast in her hand
and rolled the nipple between two fingers.  Candy sighed
and leaned back, her big tits spread out on her chest and
her legs apart.  Chrissy snuggled in between Candy's thighs
and began licking and sucking the redhead's stiffening nipples.
"Oh, baby," Candy breathed.  I felt my cock swelling, and
I eased out of my trunks.

Candy squeezed Chrissy's ass as the blonde sucked on her tits.
I walked over to them with my cock in my hand.  Chrissy's
hands moved down to Candy's hips and slipped off the bottom
of her suit.  The redhead lay back naked on the bench and
Chrissy kissed and fondled her.  Chrissy's ass was in the air,
and I slipped my fingers under her suit, squeezing her cheeks
and pulling the fabric up into her cunt.  She squirmed and
wriggled her hips as she bent over further, licking Candy's
stomach.

Candy opened her eyes and watched as I pulled Chrissy's
bikini down her legs and stroked her asscheeks with my
throbbing cock.  "Hurry," she moaned, "put it in, put it
in her hot little asshole."  I slid the tip in between the
sweet mounds of flesh, and the scrolling red letters appeared
again.  "Federal law prohibits the continuous operation of
this device for periods in excess of one hour.  This device
will now shut down for a minimum of ninety minutes.  Thank
you for using Virtua Master VR booths."  Candy shrugged her
shoulders.  "See ya' soon," she said, and they faded out.

So now I'm sitting here again with my finger on the button,
waiting.  Can't believe it's only been fifteen minutes.  Shit.

In the Booth
by Mark Aster
The End
