Nurse Sally

Three questions.

First, if my shift ended three hours ago, why did I just park my car in the employees' lot?

Second, if I've been blissfully married for eighteen years, why am I kissing a man to whom I'd barely spoken until about twenty minutes ago?

And third, if I was only at the dentist's last week, and passed with flying colors, why am I about to get another, hopefully very thorough oral exam as soon as he's unlocked his office door?

I don't know. But I hope he's got a very long tongue depressor.

Actually, I do know. Because I want to suck his cock. Have been wanting to almost from the moment I saw him, swaggering through my department like he owned the place, trailing a scent I couldn't place, with a smile I couldn't resist, and looking at me with an expression I couldn't fathom.

Over and over again. For six months, we've been passing one another in corridors and consulting rooms; sometimes with a nod, occasionally with a "hello." But always with that look... the one that says "I know you want to," and then adds with a smirk, "and I want you to, too."

But it wasn't till this evening, sharing some end-of-week cocktails with some girls from my department, and laughingly raising our glasses to the doctors a table or two behind us, that we ran into one another on the way to the bathrooms. I'll leave you to decide whether or not that was coincidence, but I definitely stood up before him, and when he smiled, his expression said just one simple word.

"Tonight?"

I felt my heart leap, my pussy moisten and my throat go dry all at once. I brushed against him deliberately-on-purpose, and his fingers squeezed mine as I passed. "Five minutes?" I whispered and I wondered whether he'd heard. Probably not. But when I emerged from the ladies room even sooner than that, there he was, leaning against the wall. Waiting. With an expression that said "you took your time."

Took my time peeing, and checking my reflection, touching up my lipstick and checking my breath? Or took my time finally acknowledging the thing we both wanted most?

I chose the latter and smiled a smile that I hope said "so did you."

He took my hand again, firmly this time. "We should say goodbye to our companions. See you outside?"

I nodded, and threaded my way back to my table. Made my excuses then headed for the door, turned to wave goodbye as I stepped outside, and saw him step away from his friends and head my way. Moments later, in the shadows around the moonlit parking lot, we were in one another's arms.

"Is your car here?" he asked when we finally broke for breath. I gestured to where it waited, triggered the locks and the lights blinked on. "Yours?" I asked, but he shook his head. "I Uber. It's easier." His nightshift started in forty-five minutes, he said. "That's plenty of time," I replied.

Across the street, and a few blocks of campus, the hospital building rose up against the night sky. "Have you got your pass?" I asked, and he nodded. Mine was buried deep in my bag and I wasn't in the mood to ferret it out.

"Come on then."

We entered through a side door, away from the rush of patients and porters. Into the admin suites at the back of the building, deserted at night and unfamiliarly quiet. Even the cleaners would be in bed by now.

We giggled and shushed one another as we walked, making our way down brightly lit corridors, threading our way through the maze of sharp turnings, past the locked doors and the silent printers. Then he badged us into his neat corner office, and we stumbled in through the door. The blinds were open - by day, he had a spectacular view across to the woods behind the campus; by night, only the moonlight lit our way round chairs and coffee tables. We headed towards his desk, but we didn't get far.

Another kiss, another embrace, but deeper this time, hungrier. His hands were on my breasts, my top already rolled up to my neck, my bra already unclasped. His head dipped to suck on one aching, hard nipple, his thumb and forefingers roughly teasing the other. I threw my head back, my arms clasped him close, feeling his stubble prickling my skin and I pressed harder against him.

He was stroking my pussy, through panties so damp they were barely even there. He moved to the other breast as a finger slipped inside me, up to the knuckle and deeper.

Dammit. It would have been so easy to let him lead the way, all the way. To let him sweep the papers off his desk, spread my legs and fuck me hard. To make me cum so hard that my screams would echo through the empty hallways outside, and late night walkers would glance towards the operating theater, and wonder what had gone wrong. Or right.

And maybe, if this ever happened again, I would.

But tonight was mine. Tonight, there was something I wanted to do.

Something I'd been wanting to do for a long time.

I shivered in his grasp, broke his grip, kissed him hard. My hand on his chest, feeling his heart. Undoing his shirt buttons, my fingers in the hair, stroking gently, stroking downwards, till my fingers grazed his belly and his belt buckle was there to greet them. I tugged it open, and his pants button followed. Then slowly... as slow as I humanly could, with my heart in my mouth and every beat a cacophony, I knelt on the carpet before him and pulled his pants down to his feet.

His cock strained against the fabric of his underpants and I pressed my mouth against it, sucking at the dampening cloth. It shifted impatiently; tenting the fabric, peeking over the waistband. I sucked at the base, but my fingertips were busy, gently working his boxers down down over his hips.

His cock sprang out, but I was ready for it, clasping it in one hand, pressing it to his belly, as my open lips suckled his balls. Then, with the flat of my tongue so firm against them, I began to drag it up his shaft... so thick, so warm, and so delicious.

I said before, I'm happily married and I love my husband to bits. But eighteen years sucking on the same cock... it's like eighteen years eating the same thing for dinner. It doesn't matter how much you like it (and I like his, very much), your body craves variety, even if it's just once. Every cock tastes different, feels different, and every man responds differently, too. I wanted to experience those differences.

He moaned as my mouth moved against his flesh. I moaned, too. My cunt was soaking from the very taste and smell of him. Still on my knees, and so much shorter than him, I had to stretch to reach the tip of his cock. He was that hard, that strong. I could barely even angle him down... it was easier for me to crouch than to try and maneuver his cock down to my level.

He sensed my dilemma and shuffled forward a little, bent himself at the waist and planted his hands on the cabinet behind me. I gasped with gratitude and wrapped my lips round his cock head, so slick already with thick, oozing pre-cum.

He was big. Huge. His helmet filled my mouth, forcing my jaw wide, scraping my teeth. I wondered how deep I'd be able to take him, but didn't let it worry me. It would take care of itself. For now, I simply luxuriated in the feel of his cock as it lay on my tongue, the viscous sticky warmth that pooled there, and the incredible strength that I gripped in one hand.

I wished we'd turned on a light. I wanted to look at the monster, I wanted to devour it with my eyes as well as my mouth. I wanted to sear every moment into my senses.

I took him out of my mouth. "Close the blinds," I whispered. "Turn on the lamp." Then, as he moved to do so, I dig into my bag, pulled out my phone. I unlocked it and switched on the camera. Set it to video. Passed it up to him. "Just press the red button."

He seemed uncertain for a moment, then laughed softly. "Okay," He angled the phone and I watched as he fiddled with the zoom. Believe me, if he was trying to make his cock look bigger, he didn't need to. It was even more impressive than it felt, eight inches... one for every cock I'd had in my mouth before this evening. What can I say? I started late and married early.

His prick dwarfed the fist I'd wrapped around it - I could have three hands and there'd still have been cock to spare. And his cock head, it wasn't just fat. It was enormous, swollen and dripping... I put out my tongue and licked, hoped the camera caught the threads of liquid that stretched out between us as I moved my head, savoring the juice that clung to my tongue.

I swallowed, then licked him again. And again. My tongue sought out the ridge behind his helmet and the tip traced it round as his hand stroked my hair. I switched fists... my right hand dipped to caress his balls, my left gripped his cock, stroking it, and the gold of my wedding ring glinted in the light.

And then I swooped, taking his helmet into my mouth and not stopping for anything... not for the pain, as my jaw popped in protest; not for my mouth, as it felt full to bursting; and not even for my gag reflex, which may or may not have been ready to play its little tricks, but which decided not to at the very last moment. It wanted this as much as I did.

I'd never be able to take the whole thing in my mouth... not from this angle, anyway. Next time... next time, I'd spread myself across his desk with my head hanging off it, and pull him into my throat. Feel him fucking my face, thrusting into my trachea, stretching flesh and cartilage as his balls cupped my eyes. But not now. Now, I just wanted to suck, and it was difficult at first because my mouth was so full, it was all I could do just to hold him.

But as my head bobbed slowly... my lips taking an age to slide up to the tip, and another to sink back down towards the root, I could feel my muscles relaxing, my jaw loosening, my body growing accustomed to the beast in my mouth. No longer crushed beneath his weight, my tongue was rolling beneath him.

His breathing was steady and low, punctuated by groans as I slipped up his shaft, or my tongue flicked that little spot on the underside of his helmet. I took him from my mouth and focussed there for a moment, drilling the tip of my tongue into those delta-like cords, and then up, to push it into his cum-hole, my fingers pressing on either side to spread it as wide as I could. And jerking him fast, now, smiling as his breathing altered, growing faster, sharper pants and sudden intakes of breath.

He was slick with my saliva and that's something I loved, feeling a well-sucked cock in my hand and knowing that I was the one who was sucking it. I opened my mouth and my spit dripped slowly, cocktailed with precum, onto the head. Licked it up and then spit again.

He breathed out a long, whispered "fuuuuuuuuuck." I hoped the camera was still capturing everything. I hoped the microphone was on.

He went to speak... I knew what he would say. I shushed him and plunged down over his helmet, my lips tight around it as my hand blurred with movement. He was moving too, driving into my mouth, as deep as I'd let him and occasionally more. I didn't care. Cum for me! Right now! Do it!!

Then that tell-tale moment where the entire world stops, his entire body freezes, his breath abruptly stills. When his cock strains and lengthens, his flavor seems even more powerful, and he doesn't make a sound before....

Release!!!

He came, and it felt as though he would never stop. I prayed he would never stop. Jet after jet filling my mouth, so fast I couldn't swallow, so sweet I didn't want to. He pulled away, and a trickle ran from my mouth - I scooped it up with a finger and pushed it back in. I didn't want to taste a drop, swallowing him down, needing to feel his cum in my belly, then sucking again as he slowly softened. There was cum on my wedding ring. I raised it to the camera. Then I licked it off.

I fell back on the floor, watching as he switched off the camera and laid it on his desk (I'd better not forget to pick it up!), smiling up at him as he gazed down on me. Licked my lips again, then glanced at the clock. "You're going to be late."

I leaned forward, wiped his cock across my face, the last drops of cum warm and sticky on my cheeks. I gave him another slow suck. But he followed my eyes, sighed, and stepped away, pulling up his pants and arranging his cock in its nest. "Do you want me to walk you out to your car?"

I shook my head. "No, it's right by the door. Run along. I'm sure there's a few hot nurses who can't wait to see you."

He laughed. "One or two. And what about you? Is there a hot doctor waiting at home?"

I dropped my phone into my bag and smiled. "Actually, he's probably already asleep." But maybe, I added to myself, I'll text him, and let him know I'm on my way.

With a surprise.

I wondered if he would taste the cum on my mouth when I kissed him, or see the streaks that were drying on my skin. I wondered if his eyes would brighten as he realized what I'd done this evening; if his cock would harden as I took out my phone. We'd talked about something like this, after all, and agreed it was something we both wanted to do.

Now I'd done it, and while he watched my little movie... I checked when I got into my car; yes, it was all there, sound and glorious vision... I'd be replaying it, blow by delightful slow blow.

Because he knows how much I needed to suck a strange cock.

But he also knows that his will always be my favorite.