Barbara sat on the sofa staring at the menu card as her mind
wandered. So many things had happened in the last three days, and
until this morning she had felt that all of her wildest dreams were
miraculously coming true. She had found or been led to a man that she
thought couldn't possibly exist, a man she could trust with her
heart, her body and soul. Finally she had found someone who could
care less about her money and position, someone who wanted her for
more than her body and a piece of the Quartermaine fortune.
But now her dreams appeared to be on the verge of vanishing,
disintegrating like the crumbling mortar of the old brick wall that
surrounded her home. The man she had fallen in love with so
incredibly fast, who had saved her life twice in the last three days,
was now lying in the adjoining room so grievously injured that he had
to be plucked from deaths door three times in the last eight hours.
And it was all her fault; if she had only taken him into her bed last
night none of this would have happened; she would have been there for
him instead of a bottle of whiskey. She could have comforted him when
he needed her most, made love to him and lulled him back to sleep
rather than having him attempt to numb his mind alone in the middle
of the night.
She curled up into a tiny ball and huddled against the arm of the
sofa as she cursed her damnable pride. Preserving her precious
reputation and worrying about what the servants might have said if
she had taken a man into her boudoir seemed like the least important
things in the world to her now. She fought back the tears that were
creeping into her eyes as she thought of what they would be doing now
if only she had taken him to her bed; they could have been dining and
dancing in Washington or taking a romantic moonlight cruise down the
Potomac. They could have just taken a blanket and the Jeep, driven
into the forest and he could have made love to her under the stars
again. Just lounging with him in front of a fire, feeling those arms
around her, his hot breath on her neck as he told her with that deep,
goose bump inducing voice how much he loved her; anything would have
been better than this. And now, because of her insatiable desire to
be near him, she was forbidden to be beside him, to be the first
person he saw when he regained consciousness.
Barbara stood up and walked over to the doorway that adjoined the two
rooms. She was peeping inside, just to satisfy her longing for him,
when Nurse Morgan silently entered the room. "Have you filled out
your menu card, Miss Quartermaine?" she asked. Startled by the
unexpected voice Barbara spun around quickly; the flimsy material of
her hospital gown flared out, exposing her thighs and well-rounded
bottom as it wrapped itself around her waist. She hastily pulled the
gown down, then shook her head slowly, "No, not yet," she said, "I
don't have anything to write with. Would you do it for me? I really
don't care what I eat tonight; any kind of chicken would be fine, and
a plain omelet with toast and coffee for breakfast, please."
The attractive blonde nurse picked up the menu card as she slowly
appraised the petite auburn haired woman. Out here in the county they
didn't get many younger patients, mostly farmers wives who looked the
part. But Miss Quartermaine not only looked to be around twenty-five,
she was also devastatingly beautiful. During the emergency earlier
she hadn't had much of an opportunity to admire her as she was
covered in blood and there were so many people around. But now she
could enjoy the view that the beautiful young woman offered at her
leisure. She scanned the young beauty from head to toe as she fussed
with her gown. Connie had seen many, many women in her time but never
one so skillfully put together; every curve and dimple was perfectly
proportioned and placed along the frame of her graceful body. As her
eyes met Barbara's she felt a tingle in her crotch; her nipples grew
stiff as she felt her vagina becoming moist with desire.
"Of course Miss Quartermaine," she said, smiling sweetly, "I'm sure
you will like the chicken dinner. I'll have it brought up right
away." She turned quietly and headed back to the nurses' station.
Nurse Brooks was busily filling out a report when she got there.
Connie picked up the phone and quickly placed Barbaras' dinner order,
then went straight to the ladies room.
Her hands began roaming over her body as soon as the door closed
behind her. She entered a stall, closed the door and dropped the
bottoms of her scrubs to the floor. Her sheer white panties were soon
around her ankles and she sat back on the toilet, spread her legs and
began toying with her moist pussy. As she kneaded her clitoris with a
thumb and forefinger her other hand found its way beneath her top and
tugged her bra over one of her breasts. She put her head back and
masturbated vigorously; the image of Barbara with her gown wrapped
around her waist ran through her mind over and over as she sank a
finger deep into her smoldering cunt. Mmm, how she would love to have
her face between those thighs, nuzzling the downy brown fuzz that
covered her dainty pubis. Connies' orgasm was surprisingly quick and
intense, no doubt because of her highly aroused state.
Connie blotted the seeping moisture from her still engorged lips and
slipped back into her clothes. She exited the stall and stood in
front of the mirror primping her hair; an evil smile grew wide on her
lips as she contemplated her nefarious scheme. Leaving the ladies
room she went back to the nurses station where she found Mary
finishing up her report. She reached under the counter, found her
purse and groped in the bottom of it until she found a small plastic
bottle. As she rose up the chime of the elevator drifted down the
corridor; both women looked in its direction and watched as an
orderly carrying a tray stepped into the corridor. Mary had placed
her pen on the counter and was starting to push her chair away from
it when Connie placed a hand on her arm. "I'll take care of Miss
Quartermaines' dinner," she said, "you go ahead and finish your
report."
"Thanks Connie," Mary said, smiling up at her partner, "I hate
stopping in the middle of one of these." Connie hurried over to meet
the orderly halfway down the corridor. The young man smiled warmly at
her as she reached out for the tray. "One chicken dinner and one two
milligram Valium," he said, "nice way to end an evening." Connie
smiled back at him but said nothing as she took the tray from him,
her mind was racing and every cell in her body was tingling with
anticipation of the coming debauchery.
The orderly turned and went back to the elevator; Connie slowly
turned and saw that Mary was bent over her report, oblivious to
anything else. Connie plucked the Valium from the small paper cup and
tossed it into her mouth. As she swallowed it down she held the small
plastic bottle over the tray and deftly opened it with one hand. She
shook it gently until an oddly shaped blue pill fell onto the
tray. "Ten milligrams is much better than two," she thought to
herself as she placed it into the paper cup then scooped the other
pills back into the bottle.
She walked down the corridor and entered Barbaras' room where she
found the auburn haired beauty lounging on the bed restlessly pushing
the button on the remote control as she flipped from on television
station to another. "Here's your dinner Miss Quartermaine," she said
as she placed the tray onto the bedside table, "and your medication."
She picked up the little cup containing the blue pill and handed it
to Barbara.
Barbara smiled at the nurse and popped the pill into her mouth, then
washed it down with some of her milk. "You just ring for me when you
are finished," Connie said, smiling sweetly at her unsuspecting
victim. She left the room and went back to the nurses station where
she found Mary finishing up her report. "How is she doing?" Mary
asked.
"She seems a little tense, who wouldn't be," Connie replied, "but the
Valium will have her relaxed soon enough." Mary nodded her head as
she looked at her watch. "Yes, that's true," she said, "personally I
could go for a double Scotch right about now. God, how I hate these
double shifts. Jim's a terrible cook and the kids know it too. He'll
probably open a can of chili or something and I'll hear about it for
the next three days."
Connies' heart leaped in her breast; she couldn't have planned it any
better. "Why don't you go ahead and take off," she said, "I'll take
care of things here, not that there's going to be anything to take
care of; he's still comatose and she's going to be out like a light
for the evening."
"Are you sure?" asked Mary, "I wouldn't want to leave you alone, you
never know what could happen." Connie patted her on the arm, "What
could go wrong?" she said, "besides that, if your kids and hubby give
you any grief about the double shift I'll be hearing about it for
days too. Go ahead, it'll be best for both of us."
"Thanks Connie," Mary said as she gathered up her purse and
sweater, "you're a doll. I'll remember this the next time you need to
take off early."
As she scurried towards the elevator Connie leaned back in her chair
and put her up on the counter.
"Yes," she thought to
herself, "tonight is going to be a night to remember." When she saw
Mary enter the elevator she stood up and went down to the supply
room. She took a surgical prep kit from the shelf and leisurely
walked to the ladies room. Standing in front of the mirror over the
sinks she sensuously stripped off her scrubs and tossed them onto the
floor. Her skimpy bra and panties were soon added the small pile of
clothing and she stood back as she admired her firm body in the
mirror.
Her dark pink nipples were incredibly hard and her clitoris was
tingling with anticipation. She cupped a hand around one of her
breasts and pinched its' erect nipple; a sizzling current of lust
raced from her nipple to her pussy causing her clitoris to bulge
lewdly as her libidinous juices flowed from within her. She spread
her legs and languidly ran a finger between the throbbing folds of
her labia; goose bumps covered her flesh as her finger quickly became
soaked with her slippery nectar. She lifted the shining finger to her
breasts, slowly covering her nipples with the musky fluid then gently
teasing them as she put her head back and lewdly rocked her hips. She
clamped her thighs tightly together a small orgasm shot through her;
she could feel the warm product of her lust slowly running down her
inner thighs as she squeezed them tightly together.
She opened her eyes and gazed at her reflection in the mirror; her
cheeks were flushed and her nipples were glistening in the
fluorescent light. She ran her hands across her breasts, over her
firm tummy and down to her smoldering cunt. She shivered as they ran
over the slippery juices covering her thighs, then lifted them to her
mouth where she salaciously licked the shiny aromatic fluid from
them, all the while watching her performance in the mirror. She
reluctantly interrupted her lewd exhibition and slowly bent down to
pick up the wastepaper basket, which she turned upside down and
placed in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the other wall.
Turning her attention to the prep kit, she quickly opened it and laid
its contents on the counter. Connie placed the razor between her
teeth, then opened the small packet of anti-bacterial soap and soon
had her hands covered in a thick, foamy lather. She turned and faced
the full-length mirror, placed one on top of the inverted
wastebasket and spreading her thighs far apart as she lathered her
thick pubic hair. She couldn't help but stroke her swollen clitoris;
waves of erotic delight coursed through her as her mixed with the
foamy soap. She took the razor from her teeth and carefully began to
denude her crotch; each stroke of the razor revealing her soft, pale
skin and heightening her carnal desire.
When she had finished she wet a towel and slowly wiped away the last
traces of the soap, then placed her back onto the wastebasket,
spreading her thighs wide apart as she gazed at her handiwork. The
sight of her naked pussy delighted her to no end; her prominent
clitoris stood out arrogantly above her glistening labia, she could
actually see the gleaming droplets slowly flowing over her lips. She
dabbed the moisture from her lips with a towel then placed the used
razor, soap and small towel back into their plastic container. After
righting the wastebasket she slipped back into her scrubs, gathered
up her underwear, wrapped the prep kit in some paper towels and
headed back to the nurses' station.
The entire seventh floor was deathly quite; the only sound to be
heard was the occasional squeak of her Nikes on the linoleum
flooring. She slipped her lingerie and the prep kit into her handbag
then sat back in her chair and waited for the inevitable buzz and
light of the VIP suites call button to summon her. As she waited she
toyed with her erect nipples, running the plot of her carnal scheme
through her mind. She had just slipped a handful of tissues between
her thighs to sop up her abundant juices when the call came. Connie
tossed the tissues into the wastebasket then quickly stood up,
straightened her clothes and headed eagerly over to the VIP suite.
Barbara was lying back in her bed with a glazed look in her eyes and
a sedated smile on her lips. Nurse Morgan approached the bed and slid
the tray table holding the remains of the chicken dinner away from
the bed. "Are you ready for you shower now, Miss Quartermaine?" she
asked. Barbara slowly turned her head and looked up at her through
her half-closed eyes. "Mmm, that sounds delightful," she said,
slightly slurring her words, "a nice hot shower." As she sat up in
the bed she swayed slightly from side to side. Connie quickly reached
out and took her by the arm to steady her. "Maybe I should help you,"
she said, "you don't mind do you? It might not be safe for you to be
in there alone."
Barbara sat there with that silly grin spreading over her face. She
slowly focused on Connie, then softly slurred, "No, I don't mind.
Maybe you could wash my back for me?" A wicked grin covered Connies'
face, "This is turning out even better than I had hoped," she thought
as she helped Barbara off of the bed. She placed an arm around
Barbaras' waist and gently guided her into the bathroom. She stopped
in front of the toilet and turned Barbara around until they were face
to face. She placed both hands around her waist and, as she slowly
lowered her onto the toilet, she pulled the spilt-backed gown away
from her body.
"Oh, that's cold," Barbara said as the firm flesh of her buttocks
came into contact with the gleaming porcelain. Connie said nothing as
she glimpsed beneath the flimsy cotton gown; the sight of Barbaras'
creamy thighs and the small patch of downy fuzz on her crotch made
Connies' clitoris throb. She stepped over to the shower, turned the
water on and adjusted it until clouds of steam were billowing from
the enclosure. She turned back to Barbara and found her smiling
mindlessly as she stared at her , wiggling her finely manicured
toes back and forth.
"Come along Miss Quartermaine," she said in a voice that scarcely
concealed her lust, "let's get you into the shower." She grasped
Barbaras' petite hands, pulled her to her and aimed her towards
the steaming shower. Holding her by the back of her gown, Connie
reached up and untied the gown. She deftly slipped an arm under it
and wrapped it around Barbaras' tummy while her other hand pulled the
gown away from her body and let it fall to the floor. It took all of
her will power not to ravage the petite beauty right there and then,
as she stood naked before her. She wanted so badly to feel her hands
running over her soft, flawless skin and taste her dainty treasures.
But she resisted the impulse, knowing that the elegant woman was hers
for the evening and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
She helped Barbara into the shower and seated her on the tile-covered
bench. "You just sit right there while I get undressed," she said.
Barbara sat on the warm tile with her head laid back, softly sighing
as the steaming water sprayed over her legs. Connie kicked off her
Nikes then quickly stripped off her scrubs. She entered the shower,
closing the door behind her and gazed at her prey through the clouds
of steam. The sight of Barbara sitting there with beads of moisture
flowing over her skin and her long auburn hair hanging wavy and damp
over her shoulders caused Connie to become more exited than she had
ever been with any other woman. Even in the steaming hot shower she
could feel the warmth of her own juices dripping from her smoldering
cunt and flowing down her thighs.
She reached out, took Barbara by the hands and pulled her to her
.
The drugged heiress swayed forward and Connie stepped toward
her, wrapping her arms around her and pressing their bodies together.
She moaned softly as one of Barbaras' wet thighs slid between hers
and caressed her naked pussy. Connie slid her hands down Barbaras'
back until they rested on the twin dimples just above her ass. She
pulled her body tightly against hers as she gently thrust her swollen
clitoris against the firm flesh of Barbaras' . As her rock hard
nipples slid across Barbaras', she cleared her throat and said, "Are
you alright, Miss Quartermaine?"
Barbara giggled like a schoolgirl and said, "I'm a bit woozy but
actually I feel quite well. This reminds me of when I was thirteen
and someone smuggled a bottle of wine into the dormitory. We all got
quite tipsy and wound up in the showers back then too."
Connie slowly walked backwards until they were standing under the
stream of hot water. Keeping one arm around her waist, she slipped
around behind Barbara, taking great delight in the sensation of her
wet flesh caressing Barbaras'. She squeezed her bare pussy against
Barbaras' ass as she reached out for the soap and washcloth; her
hands were shaking slightly as she handed them to Barbara. As she
tried to lather up the washcloth, the soap slipped from her hands and
fell to the shower floor where it was soon joined by the
washcloth. "Oh my," she said, giggling even more, "I don't think I'm
going to be able to do this. Can you help me?"
Connie couldn't believe her luck; not only was she standing naked in
the shower with this incredibly beautiful woman, but she was now
asking her to wash her body for her. "Of course Miss Quartermaine,"
she said seductively, "that's what I'm here for. Maybe you should sit
down?" Barbara said nothing but merely nodded her head in consent to
the suggestion. Once she had her victim safely seated, Connie
retrieved the soap and washcloth and stood over her as she worked up
a thick lather on the cloth.
She began running the foamy cloth sensuously over Barbaras' shoulders
and neck, her own body quivering as she watched with voyeuristic
delight as the suds ran over her breasts and onto her tummy. As she
lowered the washcloth to Barbaras' breasts she also bent her knees
and lowered herself until she was sitting astride one of Barbaras'
thighs. Slowly manipulating her thighs and buttocks she soon had her
ass pressed firmly on her , her swollen lips were draped
over it
as well; her incredibly stiff clitoris was also throbbing against
Barbaras' soft flesh as she slowly ran the washcloth over Barbaras'
firm breasts.
Barbara laid her head back with her eyes closed as the potent
tranquilizer began having its' full effect on her and she lost
herself in the delightful sensation of the nurses' erotic cleansing.
Connie dropped the washcloth onto Barbaras' and briefly ran her
hands over her succulent breast, gently rolling her stiff nipples
between her fingers as she felt her pussy begin to gush over
Barbaras' . She closed her eyes and bit
her lower lips as she
fought off the urge to vocalize her climax. It took all of her
willpower not to clamp her thighs around Barbaras' and it
wildly, to drive herself on to a more intense orgasm. She sat there,
her body quivering intensely, her hands slipping down to Barbaras'
waist as her orgasm peaked and slowly faded.
Connie opened her eyes and was much relieved to see that Barbaras'
were still closed; her head was still reclined and the same silly
smile still covered her lips as she sighed softly. Picking up the
washcloth she resumed washing her stupefied patient. She ran the
cloth quickly over her tummy then slid her sodden cunt over Barbaras'
,
kneeling between her legs as she moved the washcloth down to
her thighs. She ran the foamy cloth over one of her thighs as she
caressed her other with her hand. Barbara moaned
softly and
stretched out her legs as she slowly rolled her head to one side.
Connie decided to press her luck a little, she straddled one of
Barbaras' legs and began to slowly against it as she ran her
soapy hands over her . Seeing no reaction from
Barbara, she
pressed her cunt firmly against her leg and moved lewdly against it
while she held onto it behind the knee. She clutched a hand to her
own breast and pinched its' nipple hard as she masturbated against
Barbaras' leg. Glancing between Barbaras' thighs she could see her
clitoris and labia becoming involuntarily engorged with blood. She
reached out and pressed the palm of her hand firmly over Barbaras'
vulva and found it surprisingly warm to the touch. Barbara sighed and
ran her hands over her head and chest as Connie moved her hand
upwards, letting her middle finger slide between the beautiful
womans' swollen lips.
She lifted her hand to her mouth and slowly sucked at her finger; the
delightful flavor that covered it instantly triggered another orgasm.
She held Barbaras' leg tightly against her gushing cunt as she
lustfully humped against it. She leaned forward and let her one of
her breasts dangle over Barbaras' leg. The sensation of the soft, wet
skin rubbing against its' nipple increasing the flow of her .
When her orgasm had peaked, she sat back still rubbing herself
against Barbaras' leg. Reaching between her thighs she covered her
hand with her slippery juice, then reached out to Barbaras' face with
it. She ran a drenched finger over her lips and was amazed to see
Barbaras' lips part and her tongue run across them. A lecherous smile
covered Connies' face as she slipped her finger into Barbaras' mouth
and she began to sensuously suckle on it. "Damn!" Connie thought as
she watched her finger slip between the full red lips, "this is
turning out better than I had planned."
She eased her finger out of Barbaras' mouth and ran it slowly over
her face and neck. "Oh Steven," Barbara sighed, "baby I need you so
badly." Connies' hand drifted down to Barbaras' breast, her fingers
gently caressing its' erect nipple as her eager mouth sought out its'
mate and briefly taunted it. Barbaras' quiet sighs and trembling body
were driving the horny nurse wild with lust, but she was determined
to follow her plan and enjoy this beautiful woman to her fullest.
She stood up in front of Barbara and gazed down at her benumbed
quarry through the billowing clouds of steam. The sight of her wet
body sprawled out before her to use for her own devious pleasures
sent shivers down her spine. She turned around and shut off the
shower then turned back to her helpless victim. Connie bent down,
took the dazed woman by the hand and pulled her to her . "Come
along Miss Quartermaine," she purred, "it's time we got you to bed."
Barbaras' glazed eyes rolled about in their sockets, unable to focus
on anything for any length of time. "Bed?" she slurred numbly, "yes,
bed
3;Steven. Ah Rhett
3;love to me. Need Rhett
3;hold me
3;love me
3;save
me."
Connie burst out with maniacal laughter at Barbaras' senseless
rambling. She sat her on the toilet and tossed a towel onto her lap,
then took the terry cloth bathrobe from the vanity and slipped into
it. She quickly gave Barbara a brief wiping with the towel then led
her back to her bed and sat her on the edge of it.
Picking up the small suitcase, she placed it on the bed and opened
it. "Let's see what kind of lacey finery the upper crust wears to
bed," she said as she dug through it. Her hands fell onto something
that felt of silk and lace, she clutched at it, pulled it from the
suitcase and let it dangle in front of her. "Oh my," she said as the
elegant silk brocade nightgown fell open, "this will do quite nicely
I think. Hold out your arms dear, and we will get you ready for bed."
Barbara obediently held her arms out and Connie slipped them through
the spaghetti straps then pulled the sensuous material over Barbaras'
head and let it fall around her waist.
"Now you just wait right here," she said with a smirk, "and I'll get
your sleepy time medicine." Connie pushed Barbara down onto the bed
and went back to the nurses' station. She retrieved her set of keys
to the drug locker and stepped through the open doorway behind the
counter. She opened the stainless steel cabinet and began selecting
the ingredients for her potion. Placing three vials on the counter
top she opened a drawer, selected a hypodermic syringe and began
filling it with a potent cocktail. "Let's see," she muttered to
herself, "about fifty c.c.'s of morphine sulfate." She drew the
powerful narcotic into the syringe then placed the vial back into the
cabinet and selected her next drug. She plunged the needle into the
vial and added thirty-five c.c.'s of codeine to her witches brew,
then selected the final component for her toxic concoction. She
topped off her evil cocktail with twenty c.c.'s of Valium, slipped
the protective cover over the needle, placed a alcohol wipe and a
rubber tourniquet into the pocket of her robe, then locked the
cabinet and headed back to the VIP suite.
She found Barbara sprawled on the bed with her legs hanging over the
edge. Connie placed the syringe on the bedside table, pulled the
helpless heiress' legs onto the bed and placed a pillow under her
head. Barbaras' head rolled limply to one side and she smiled up at
the lecherous nurse. "Hello Miss Nursie," she said
drunkenly, "where's my Rhett? Is he coming to sleepy time with me?"
Connie grinned down at the stupefied woman as she ran a hand over her
cheek. "Your lover will be here before you know it sweetheart," she
said in her best bedside voice, "you just lay back and relax while I
give you your medicine."
Barbara sighed softly as she closed her eyes. "Oh yes," she
murmured, "mah beloved Rhett. Ah need him so badly
3;need his ahms
round me
3;feel him inside me." Connie wrapped the tourniquet around
Barbaras' arm and smiled as she watched the pale blue vein becoming
prominent. She held Barbaras' arm between her waist with her arm and
plucked the syringe from the table. Placing the protective cover
between her teeth, she pulled the needle free of it and spat the
orange plastic sheath to the floor. Her body was vibrating with
anticipation as she placed the tip of the needle against the bulging
vein and slowly pierced the velvety soft skin that covered it.
Barbara winced slightly at the pinprick but her sedated mind equated
the slight pain to that of the coarse stubble on her lovers' chin
scraping against her flesh, or his teeth playfully nipping at her.
As she slowly injected the powerful mixture into her arm, Connie
released the tourniquet and let it fall to the floor. She tossed the
empty syringe onto the table and bent Barbaras' arm back on itself
and watched as her eyes became even more lifeless and her eyelids
drooped lower. Connie reached out and tweaked one of Barbaras'
nipples through the lacy bodice of her gown. The now heavily sedated
womans' mouth opened and she sighed a deep, throaty "Mmm". Connie
bent low over Barbaras' face and hissed into her ear, "I'm you lover
tonight baby." Her tongue snaked out, licking across Barbaras' face
and caressed her ear as her hand roamed over her body.
She stepped back and let the robe fall to the floor, then crawled
onto the bed and lay her body on top of Barbaras'. She pushed herself
up with her arms and held her torso above Barbara, she groaned
passionately as her firm nipples dragged over the lace bodice that
shrouded Barbaras' breasts. Lowering herself back down she placed her
mouth over Barbaras' and kissed her as she rubbed her naked cunt
against her. Barbara automatically responded to the touch of lips
upon hers, parting them as she felt a tongue pressing between them.
She sucked at the warm, wet muscle as it slithered into her mouth,
wantonly thrusting her hips upwards as she felt the much longed for
pressure against her crotch.
Connie pulled her tongue from Barbaras' impassioned mouth and covered
her face with kisses and licks, working her way down her neck to her
chest where she mouth the firm mounds of her breast. "Ah Rhett
3;mah
dahlin'
3;ah yes
3;make me yours fo'evah."
"Sure baby, you can call me Rhett," Connie mumbled as she tore at the
lace with her teeth, "you can call me any fuckin' thing you like. But
right now I have something better for you to do with your mouth." She
crawled over Barbaras' body and knelt over her face, slowly lowering
her dripping cunt to her mouth. "Here baby," she sneered, "put your
mouth on this and pretend that it's Rhetts' cock." She pressed her
engorged clitoris against Barbaras' lips and gently humped against
them, "Suck it baby, wrap those pretty lips around it and make me
."
Barbara took the swollen flesh between her lips and slowly mouthed
it, deep in her mind it seemed like one of her lovers nipples; she
recalled the intense delight he derived from her touching them,
sucking them and she began to ardently mouth and lick at it. Connie
threw her head back and moaned loudly, her hands clutched at her
breasts and she pinched her nipples hard as she started to
.
"Yeah, oh yeah," she cried as she thrust her cunt against
Barbaras' face, "eat me bitch, fuckin' eat me!" Her thighs were
quivering from the intensity of her orgasm; she released her breast
and fell forward, catching the headboard with her hands as she ground
her gushing pussy against Barbara's mouth.
When her orgasm had passed she slowly lifted her tingling cunt from
Barbaras' face and moved backwards over her. She straddled her waist
and lowered her face towards Barbaras' shining wet face. "Rhett
3;oh
Rhett," she groaned, "ah need you
3;ah want you to take me." Connie
lapped at her face, reveling with delight at the fact that she was
licking her own juices from such a beautiful creature. She kissed
Barbara lustfully, her face sliding wetly against hers and the sight,
smell and taste of her lusty nectar intensified her libido even
more. "I'll take you baby," she hissed, "I'll take you farther than
you've ever been before."
The vile nurse slipped back until she was kneeling between Barbaras'
knees. She lifted the silk nightgown above her thighs and licked her
lips as she stared at her down covered treasure. Through the sparse
patch of hair she could see her engorged labia and the erect pink nub
of her clitoris standing out prominently. She lowered herself down on
the bed and placed her hands under Barbaras' thighs. Grasping the
firm flesh of her shapely thighs, she raised them into the air and
spread them wide apart as she started slowly licking at Barbaras'
tumescent genitalia.
Barbara moaned passionately as the wanton tongue caressed her
lips. "Oh Rhett!" she cried out loudly, "ah, mah dahlin'
3;take
me!"
Connie drove her tongue deep between the velvety folds of flesh,
savoring her delicate flavor as she spread her thighs even farther
apart. Barbara squirmed weakly as the lascivious tongue snaked in and
out of her. Connie lapped greedily at the sweet, voluminous
that
flowed over her tongue. She pulled her face away from the gushing
crotch as watched as the delicious fluids flowed out of it and ran
over the puckered bud of her anus.
She lowered her face again with her tongue protruding lewdly and
slowly licked the heady fluid from her anus, then began running her
tongue from her anus to her clitoris, lewdly lapping at her tender
orifices' as Barbara shouted out passionately, "Rhett, oh Rhett!"
Connie was enthralled at Barbaras' impassioned cries and the
sensation of her hot covering her face as she
mauled the petite
woman. Determined to drain her prey dry, she locked her lips around
her distended clitoris and began sucking and chewing on it like a
crazed person.
"Oh
3;oh Rhett! Oh yes, beloved
3;yes
3;Ah'm going to
3;RHETT!"
Incredible
amounts of gushed from within her,
splashing over Connies' face
before she could clamp her mouth over the fleshy fountain. She gulped
at the delicious feminine juices for all she was worth, stunned and
delighted at the vast torrent she had elicited from the beautiful
woman.
Finally Barbara lay drained beneath her face. Connie lowered her
trembling thighs and lifted her head to look up at the crowning glory
of the long line of female patients that she had violated in a
similar fashion. An evil laugh gurgled from her throat as she lay
there propped up on her elbows, she licked at the sweet stuff that
covered her lips as she gazed haughtily at the quaking beauty she had
just violated. "Too bad you'll never know how good you got fucked
tonight, cunt," she said. As she raised herself a little higher, she
heard a deep, masculine grunt. She had just turned her head in the
direction of the sound when a lightening like flash of yellow and
green filled her vision. The world about her vanished into inky
blackness and her limp body fell lifelessly to the cold tile floor.
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In the pitch blackness of my dreamless slumber I heard her voice
calling out to me, "Rhett, oh mah Beloved Rhett." I struggled to
consciousness, as if I was clawing my way up from a bottomless pit of
tar. Her voice echoed in my head endlessly, passionately imploring me
to come to her. I tried to answer but the words couldn't pass the
parched flesh of my throat. "Rhett, oh Rhett, Ah need you." Her voice
implored me as my mind fought to escape the vast indigo sea that
engulfed it.
Suddenly the darkness vanished and my world was a dizzying
kaleidoscope of shadow and light swirling and the sounds of the sea
crashing to shore. Waves of nausea washed over me as I fought to
bring things into focus. Over the crashing surf I heard her voice cry
out, "Rhett, oh Rhett!" I closed my eyes and concentrated on the
sound of her voice as I filled my lungs with air. A brilliant pain
flashed through my chest and jolted me back into reality. The
kaleidoscope ceased as did the surf, and in the dim florescent light
that softly drifted in from the corridor I saw I was in a hospital
room. I slowly looked around me and recognized the many tubes and
wires that ran from the bags and machines that surrounded me and
ended at various places in my body.
I tried to call out her name, but only a faint croaking sound came
from my mouth. My throat felt like it had been sanded and my tongue
was dry and stuck to the roof of my mouth again. I looked around for
some water then I heard her voice again, "Oh
3;oh Rhett!" she screamed.
I sat up and the room began to spin. Closing my eyes, I grit my teeth
and breathed as deeply and as fast as I could, trying to force as
much oxygen into my lungs as they would hold. The pain in my side was
intense, but only served to heighten my awareness of my surroundings.
In a moment I opened my eyes; the spinning had stopped and all traces
of nausea had left me.
I grasped the leads from the EKG and ripped them, and a fair amount
of hair, from my chest. I discarded the nasal cannula quickly but
used a fair amount of caution removing the IV's that were plugged
into my arms and legs. I tried to move again but felt something
tugging at my penis. "Ah fuck, no," I thought to myself, I don't need
this shit. Throwing back the blanket is saw the urinary catheter and
slowly shook my head. I reached down and tried to tear the plastic
tubing in half but only succeeded in stretching it. I looked around
for something to cut it with when I heard her voice once
more, "RHETT!" she screamed loudly.
I put the plastic tubing between my teeth and ground my teeth down on
it as I pulled on it with both hands. The tubing quickly parted and I
was drenched in urine as the air softly hissed from the small balloon
that had held it in place. I steeled myself again and slowly pulled
the remnants of the tube out of my penis; it was a very eerie
sensation. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I slowly pushed
myself to my . I grasped the bed tightly as the
blood rushed out
of my head and the room grew dim. The dimness faded quickly and was
replaced by a pounding in my head as the blood rushed back into it.
I stepped slowly towards the dimly lit doorway that her voice had
seemed to come from and now heard the sound of a disgusting laugh
coming from the adjoining room. I stepped silently through the
doorway and looked towards the bed. I saw Barbara lying there looking
dead to the world with her nightgown hiked up around her waist and
some sneering bitch propped on her elbows between her thighs. As I
came closer to the bed I heard the bitch saying, "Too bad you'll
never know how good you got fucked tonight, cunt." The hairs on my
neck stood on end, my body started to tingle and everything in the
room disappeared except for that evil, sneering face. As I drew back
my fist something began tearing in my side, I ignored it and grit my
teeth. The tearing sensation was fantastic, I let out a grunt and put
everything I had into the punch. The bitches' head had just started
to cock in my direction when my fist plowed into her left temple. As
her limp body flew of the bed and flopped onto the floor, I fell onto
the bed and caught myself on my elbows.
Something wet was running down my side, I didn't need to look to know
that I was bleeding again. I pushed myself up and stepped towards the
head of the bed' Barbara lay there unmoving, barely breathing at all.
I quickly scanned her body and noticed the small trickle of blood
from her arm where she had been injected. I felt myself becoming
light headed as I reached out and grabbed the call button and ripped
it from the wall. I heard the faint buzzing sound coming from out in
the corridor but other than that it was deathly silent. The room
started growing dim and gray; I reached out to the bedside table and
tried to pick up the telephone but my knees gave out and I fell to
the floor, dragging the phone with me.
As I began to drift back into the blackened void my hand fell onto
the keypad, my fingers fumbled over it and I press zero as I pulled
the receiver to my face. In the tomb like silence of the hospital
room I heard a pleasant female voice say "Operator, may I help you?"
As the parched, meaningless noise came out of my mouth the dark void
collapsed around me, and time ceased to exist once more.