The Traveling Nurse - 2 By Jackie
Patty and Delia had a pleasant lunch in the chic café across the street from the Bogdan and Associates offices. Getting down to business brought Patty's raging horniness under control; the hum from her womanhood was still there, but it was muted.
The CEO filled her in on what she'd be doing,
"This new client - Independent Life - had a major shake up at the top and suddenly went on a selling spree. They sold so many policies that they completely swamped their own medical department. Now they've got all these contracts in limbo because the coverage can't go into effect until the medicals are done" Delia explained between mouthfuls of her luncheon salad. "'course they could give a rats ass about the coverage going into effect, but they can't collect premiums until its finalized, and that they very much do care about."
"That's it... that's the reason I you hired me... to do physicals for life insurance policies" Patricia paused before inserting a forkful of her own greenery.
"No..." the Halle Berry look alike said dabbing her mouth with her napkin "there's a lot of other stuff car accident assessments, even some government work but ILI is the problem at the moment. With both of us working on it, it'll take us a month to clear the backlog."
Delia was munching her greens and looking pensive. Washing down her last bite with a sip of water she said,
"Once we're on top of this crisis I want to get you to take over my routine stuff so I can go out and hustle more business."
Patty was impressed with the creamy chocolate skinned woman's drive.
`Without help she can't cover what she's got... and yet the second thing on her mind is to go out and get more.'
Delia paid the cheque and they waited for a break in the traffic to cross the busy thoroughfare.
"When we get back in the office I want to go over ILI's physical exam protocols with you. They're... uh, excessive..." she informed as they both broke into a trot between the speeding traffic.
Acquiring the safety of the opposite sidewalk she continued as they made for the front of the building,
"That's one of the reasons they can't keep up... their qualification physicals are overly thorough, so they take quite a while to do. I wonder how many of their new customer's would have signed the contract if they'd realized up front what they were in for."
In the elevator for the short ride to the fourth floor missus Bogdan watched the lighted numbers above the door.
"I'll be paying you a hundred dollars per exam... I'm counting on you being able to do four a day; five would be better." Delia announced stepping out at their floor.
Patty was doing the math. `Four hundred a day times five days... two thousand a week, gross' her heart leapt.
The gross on her hospital pay-cheque was barely over a thousand. `That's what she said... double!'
She didn't extrapolate to realize that it would catapult her into a six figure annual income. Just as well; she already felt as though her feet weren't touching the ground.
The curvy brunette was close on her boss's heels when they passed the reception desk where Jenny was busily updating some database or other. Without breaking stride Delia informed her office assistant,
"Gonna need you to play patient in about fifteen minutes."
Patty caught the young woman's reaction which she interpreted as some mix of fear and nervous surprise. She was wrong. The expression signified anticipation.
"Ah good" the CEO said seeing the black cases on her desk. "This is your lap top and PDA. All the customer forms and links are preloaded. With the remote access card in there you can file your reports really fast and easy... no homework, yeah!"
They both laughed as missus Bogdan unzipped the case and spent the next half hour introducing her contract nurse to the electronic tools.
"OK we better get on with the ILI protocols... Jenny's probably having a bird by now."
Out of the corner office they turned left at the reception desk,
"OK honey we're ready now" Delia whispered as they passed by on the way down the hall where the compact little redhead had gone for the coffee five or six hours ago.
"Should I... uh, lock the door" the receptionist asked. The quaver in her voice made Patty look back over her shoulder to see that `deer in the headlights' look.
"Of course... silly" the boss answered without looking back.
The first door they passed was a room with a counter sink, fridge, microwave and coffee maker. The next door was closed but the sign attached at eye level said EXAM 1 in white engraved on black. The door on the opposite side of the hall had a similar sign which read EXAM 2. The elegant looking woman in the expensive pant suit preceded the shorter curvier one, in the K-Mart outfit, into the cramped space.
The room was a typical medical examination room practically identical to the dozens the seasoned nurse had been it before. The official examination table occupied one wall; one wall was a window the third wall had a counter with a sink similar to the one in the coffee room.
It wouldn't have been cramped except that, for some reason, a large portion of the available floor space in the middle was occupied by a three-quarter bed like you'd find in tens of thousands of bedrooms all over the country. Delia anticipated her trainee's puzzlement.
"You're... we're going to be doing these exams in people's homes."
As she was explaining the reason for the bed Jenny slipped through the door and closed it behind her.
"The procedures we use have to be developed with the appropriate... uh, furniture." Patricia still didn't really understand but she was hoping to catch on as the demonstration—or whatever it was—continued.
"Jenny's going to pretend to be the policy applicant. We'll do this like role playing so you can get a better idea of how to proceed right from the start. She's a pretty good little actress" Delia complimented looking at her girl-Friday.
The little redhead grinned in appreciation and Patty thought she looked a lot more relaxed now.
"I'm afraid of loosing her to some sharp Hollywood producer," the woman in charge of the play acting quipped causing them all to chuckle.
"You mean you've done this before?" Patty queried.
"Yeah, the medical team at ILI wanted to approve the procedure and techniques before they'd agree to sub-ing the work to us... I told you they were pretty anal. They sent over two of their doctors and we did a little floor show for them... didn't we sweetheart," Delia answered looking to her assistant for verification.
The young woman in the blue print silk dress was nodding and grinning, but it was the wink they exchanged that struck the nurse contractor as odd.
"I am going to go through the whole process just as though I've just arrived at Jenny's... uh, miz Wells' home to do the physical. Miz Wells will give some of the typical reactions I've seen. I'll break out of character from time to time to fill in important information; like a narrator."
Delia picked up a stack of papers from the counter and handed them to Patty. "These are the basic requirements and categories... the script; sort of."
Patricia was thinking this was unnecessary,
`I've done lots of physicals... I don't think I need to watch anyone play-act one out; but it's an interesting orientation.'
She ran her eye down the first page of the examination observations form. Standard stuff; eyes, ears, throat, heart, blood pressure each had its own section for numeric results and observations.
Flipping the page her eyes got wide and she realized she was holding her breath. Page two was divided in half. The top section was headed Females' and the bottom had the heading Males'. The first subsection under female was breast exam, the second one, the one that caused the complacent nurse to take notice was the pelvic exam.
A breast and a pelvic exam as part of an in home insurance physical' Patty was shocked. She recalled what Delia had said I wonder how many of their clients would have signed up if they'd known what they were in for.'
Patty's eyes were still on the page although she could no longer actually make out the print. It hit home that she would to be going door to door doing the most intimate examinations possible. The idea sent a thrill to her dormant pussy, reawakening the pounding need that the seamstress had conjured. Given her recent proclivity to get aroused by the suggestion of anything sexy she was not sure her training in maintaining professional detachment was going to work. Her turbulent thoughts were cut short by her boss's voice.
"Obviously the applicant will be expecting me; Jenny sets up the appointments." She turned to the petit redheaded receptionist and started the role playing.
"Hello miz Wells" she said extending her hand "My name is Delia Bogdan and I represent the Independent Life Insurance Company" they shook hands.
In an aside Bogdan's CEO said "Of course you have to envision this part taking place at the front door."
Turning back to the woman in the blue silk dress she continued.
"I'm here to do the physical examination required to qualify for the life insurance coverage you've applied for."
"Yes, I've been expecting you" Jenny responded.
Patty was impressed to see that nervous expression on the petit receptionist's face again. She really is a good actress the contract nurse concluded.
"We usually find that a bedroom is the most appropriate location to conduct the exam."
Jenny stood there slack jawed and didn't say anything.
"Can we go up to your bedroom?" Delia prompted.
"Uh... yeah uh, I guess..." the receptionist replied and then mimed climbing stairs. Both nurses laughed at the rather comical addition to the role playing scene. Jenny suppressed her smirk as she provided a punctuation point,
"Here we are;" she said waving her hand over the obstructive three-quarter bed that took up most of the examination room's floor space.
"This shouldn't take too long" the role playing nurse comforted. "Please take your dress off for me."
The words hit Patty's crotch like a firm slap. She had to clear her throat to cover the resulting groan. She recalled her arrival this morning and how the firm round buns displayed under the dress had gotten her going; now she was gonna...
"Do I really have to get undressed?" Jenny said in a pathetic voice with an anxious, almost panicked look on her face.
Patty realized it was the same look she'd seen on the young woman's face when Delia had originally informed her that there was a performance immanent.
"Well if you want the insurance coverage, then yes you will have to disrobe" missus Bogdan said firmly.
The little redhead heaved a big sigh and pulled the neck of her dress up so she could pull the zipper down far enough. Reversing her hands and reaching up her back she accomplished the awkward maneuver of lowering the zipper to its lowest point right about at the top of the hills that piqued the contract nurse's interest. The receptionist, pretending to be a patient, hesitated just a moment longer, as if steeling herself for the exposure. Then she grasped the soft thin fabric over her hips with crossed arms and raised it over her head.
Patty's eyes were glued to the receptionist's pelvic region as the blue silk ascended. The movement was quick, but it seemed to be in slow motion to the curvy brunette who was now gripping the edge of the counter hard enough to turn her knuckles white.
The pale blue see through panties came into view as the hem of the dress cleared the redhead's waist. The round globes of her ass cheeks appeared to be stained a light blue encased in the tight bikinis. The high riding hemispheres made her shapely legs look much longer than they were; the shadow of the cleft between them was clearly visible. When the dress was completely off, over her head, the role playing patient stood there holding it at her side.
Patty had to force her eyes to leave the fantastic bum that was all she had imagined it would be. Delia took the dress from the girl's hand and draped it over the low head board of the out of place bed.
During the removal of the dress the black nurse had hung the question mark shaped ear tubes of a stethoscope around her neck. After relieving Jenny of her dress she gripped the skinny upper arms of her patient and turned her so they were squarely face to face. The new position gave Patty a profile view of the redhead's plump little tits. The small, high and very firm looking the mounds were painted the identical shade of blue as her bum. From less than ten feet away the contract nurse was able to make out little nubs poking out against the center of the transparent cups.
For the next couple of minutes Delia moved the flat disc around the girl's chest, abdomen, and back; occasionally issuing curt commands like breath in', hold it', `deep breath'.
She slipped the scope ear pieces out and took the lighted scope from her medical bag.
"Open wide" she instructed and used the wooden tongue depressor to examine the back of her throat.
Patty couldn't quite understand why observing the routine exam procedure she'd performed herself hundreds of time was making her pussy twitch.
`I've done these exams and I've assisted or chaperoned doctors doing them... they never got me so worked up before' she contemplated.
`Yeah but you never started off by having fantasies about the patient... or by having a very attractive French woman tantalize you nearly to the point of orgasm' she analyzed.
The girl's pink tongue sticking out as Delia inspected the back of her throat caused a larger than usual tremor between her legs.
`Concentrate!' she commanded her lovin' staved brain and body.
Her boss put the otoscope back in her black bag and applied the blood pressure cuff. Holding the stethoscope on the artery she pumped the cuff up and took the reading.
Jenny watched her own arm being squeezed by the airbag to an uncomfortable level. Releasing the pressure completely, there was a loud ripping sound as the Velcro was pulled apart. Looking her receptionist (pretending to be a patient) squarely in the eye she said,
"Remove your bra, please."
Patty didn't think the girl's hazel eyes could get any wider but she was wrong. Patty was so completely drawn in to the role playing performance that she didn't even realize that the pathetic, and at the same time adorable little whimpering sound the redhead made as she awkwardly reached up behind her back, was for her benefit. When the sheer blue synthetic cups separated from the pert mounds there was no change in their position whatsoever. The bra was simply a cover; no support was required.
The next twitch in the curvy brunette nurse's womanhood lingered until it morphed itself into a throb. Patty shifted uncomfortably as both nurses ogled the girl's cupcakes with their pale strawberry frosting.
Patty felt her new panties caress her butt cheeks. She'd never owned expensive lingerie like this before and was coming to the realization that there was a lot more to it than looks. The soft satin material stroked large areas of sensitive skin in the lightest most tantalizing way. The contract nurse resolved to try to stay still; because if she added tactile to the visual and auditory stimulation she'd be unable to remain standing.
Delia's hands closed over the pale breasts. The contrast of missus Bogdan's chocolate brown hands on the white slightly freckled flesh was erotic in itself. Her boss began to squeeze and gently knead the plump little tits using an examination technique completely unfamiliar to the trainee nurse.
"Have you had your breasts examined before?" the Halle Berry look a like queried.
"Uh... uh, ya... uh—" the girl grunted "but it... it wasn't like this..." Jenny answered in a breathy whisper.
"This is just to get a feel for the overall texture. I will do the more conventional exam when you're lying down."
Patty was so focused on the receptionist's chest that she almost missed the conspiratorial glance from her boss.
`My God is she suggesting that I play with an applicant's tits?' the question was rhetorical anyway.
Patricia wasn't about to interrupt the demonstration that had become so real for her. The unprofessional breast massage continued for several long seconds. For a grand finale Delia dragged her thumb nail over the pebbly strawberries atop the perfect little boobs extracting a deep moan from her patient.
Delia was keenly interested in her new contractor's reaction to all of this. There WERE nuances to the examination protocol that she needed to communicate but she certainly didn't need to go to this extreme; not that she wasn't enjoying every minute of it.
Miz Wells regularly provided her boss stress relieving sessions but the redheaded nymph put it in another gear when she had an audience. Delia was thinking:
`It wasn't an exaggeration when I said I was afraid of loosing her to a Hollywood Producer. It wouldn't be Hollywood, but Jenny could be a porn star overnight if she wanted to.'
The performance was intended to assess Patricia Cornaveau's interest in girl on girl games; and so far so good. The Bogdan and Associates CEO could clearly see the arousal on the brunette nurse's face.
`I'm pretty sure Simone gave her a bit of working over... she usually does. I can't wait to get a debriefing on the fitting session.'
In the meantime she had at least confirmed that the curvy brunette was curious about the Sapphic love scene.
"OK miz Wells I'd need you to lie down on your bed for me now," Delia requested releasing the pretty and now quite pink little boobies.
Patty glanced at the receptionist's face and saw a faint grin. When the ultra petit woman realized her audience was looking at her face her expression immediately changed back to the concerned almost terrified look that she could evidently turn on and off.
When the girl was on her back Delia invited her trainee to get closer. Patty had been standing just inside the door at the end of the counter top. She now moved beside her boss and basically peered over the black woman's shoulder as she performed the conventional breast exam. Applying three fingers of her right hand she began at the outer perimeter and made tight circles pressing into the firm fleshy mound and working her way inward toward the stiff looking bright pink nipples. The clinical and quite proper examination lasted less than a minute per breast.
Missus Bogdan stood up from her rather uncomfortable, back straining stooped position and said,
"Take your underpants off please."
The black nurse regretted having her student standing behind her because she'd loved to have seen the expression on her face when the order was given. Patty was again drawn into the play acting as Jennifer gasped very believably.
"Ugh... why..." the prone girl moaned.
Missus Cornaveau's nipples had been at attention since the young woman had pulled her dress off but now they felt so hard they were aching. Patty shifted nervously feeling the satin cups of her expensive new bra gently caress her tits. That just made it worse.
"I am going to do a pelvic examination" Delia informed her patient. "Have you had one before?" she continued as she snapped on a pair of latex examination gloves.
"Ugh... ugh... no," the redhead sobbed convincingly.
Patricia thought she could detect actual tears in the corners of those large hazel eyes.
"The insurance company requires it as part of a complete female physical. What I will be doing is taking a close look at your outer genitals checking for any visible abnormalities; then I will palpate your labia, that means feel around, to detect any problems that aren't visible; finally I'll be inserting two fingers in your vagina and feel your pelvic organs making sure everything is normal in there; and then we're done."
While Delia was providing her succinct description of the examination process, Patricia's eyes wandered down Jenny's supine little body. When she arrived at the transparent blue panties a shockwave hammered into her womanhood and she had to press her thighs together hard to staunch the sensation. Like the view of her ass, the frontal view was no less arousing.
The young woman's plump and obviously hairless mons appeared to be painted light blue but otherwise was clearly visible. Not much more than the beginnings of what looked like a rather demure crease could be seen with the prone young woman's legs quite close together. The plumpness of the redhead's mons fascinated the brunette nurse, the way it made the transparent panties bulge.
"Ugh... ugh... do you have to... uh, touch me down there... and, and even put your fingers inside?"
Patty tore her eyes from the receptionist's pudendum to look at the shocked, fearful expression the talented young woman was able to conjure. There was no doubt anymore, there were definitely teardrops rolling down toward her ears.
"If I don't complete the examination requirements then your policy application will be denied... so it's up to you," the black nurse said in a matter of fact tone while she adjusted and fitted her examination gloves by knitting her fingers together.
There was a pause. It probably wasn't very long but for the examination observer it seemed like minutes. She couldn't deny it; she was dying to see the redhead's pussy.
With a groan of resignation Jenny hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the diaphanous material and pulled them down. Threading them over her feet she laid her underwear on the bed beside her. While the girl was stripping off her panties Delia turned to Patty,
"Make sure you get yourself on the correct side of the bed. You're right handed aren't you?" her student nodded. "So you need to be on the left side like I am. Doing the pelvic without a proper table and stirrups is awkward... thank God they didn't ask for a PAP smear that would have been really hard."
The CEO of Bogdan and Associates was delighted at the stunned expression on her contract nurse's face. Patty glanced at her when she spoke but her eyes darted back to the girl on the bed removing her underwear.
Delia turned back to her play acting patient and said,
"Very good miz Wells. What I need you to do now is put your heels up as close to your butt as you can with your feet flat on the bed."
Jenny pulled her feet up until her thighs and calves were essentially vertical, her knees pointed at the ceiling. The black nurse put her right hip and butt on the bed in the space the young woman's legs had just vacated. Bending her right knee until her calf was almost underneath her Delia squared her shoulders with her patient's pelvis.
"This can be quite awkward and potentially embarrassing if you're wearing a skirt," the seated woman said in an aside.
Running her hands up the outside of naked girl's thighs, when she reached the top Delia gripped the girl's knees and in her best bedside voice said,
"Now just relax and let your knees fall outward."
Jenny made a pitiful little squeak or sob Patty wasn't sure which. The nurse in training saw the girl's legs parting and she wondered how much force her boss was applying. Slowly but surely the bald plump flushed mound was being exposed. In the end the outsides of the girl's legs were virtually touching the bed, a tribute to her flexible hips and supple groin.
The slit wasn't quite as demure in this position as it had appeared through the sheer panties. The bright pink boat shaped gap between the plump outer lips displayed the girl's very small and delicate inner lips; the inverted `V' where they joined covered by the extra flap. Her prepuce seemed to have a little bulge to it and the brunette nurse noticed the wetness that was glistening under the office fluorescents.
Patty was wondering if there was anyway she could excuse herself to use the bathroom. She knew very well she couldn't but the thought of how wonderful it would be to attend to the throbbing that was becoming an ache between her legs nearly made her swoon.
Delia put her left hand on the top of her girl Friday's mons and pulled up, while forcing the lips apart with two fingers. The upward and outward pressure made the breath mint sized clit squeeze out of its hiding place.
The black nurse was running two of the gloved fingers of her right hand over the exposed and evidently sopping labia. Jenny made a soft wailing sound as her most personal space was invaded. The gloved fingers contacted the projecting nubbin at the top, and the girl's hips would surely have heaved off the bed if it hadn't been for Delia pinning them down with her left hand.
"Easy honey" the black nurse crooned and began to insert two fingers between the slick lips. Patty watched the beige latex covered brown fingers disappear inside the groaning little redhead. The curvy brunette thought she was going to faint from her arousal.
Tom had done his usual tour of the car dealership on arrival, and then called his service manager to see when the car for Delia's latest contractor was going to be ready. Augustus Witherby, cigar chomping Vietnam vet, boyhood chum of Will Montgomery bit his head off.
Gus was abrasive and had become cantankerous since his friend's death. It was bad enough that his Service Manager was nasty to him; the majority partner. But he was just as rude with the paying customers, as often as not. He was a thorn in Tom's side.
The VP - General Manager and the Sales Manager had done damage control so many times that it wasn't even a topic for conversation or meetings anymore. He knew Sid, his Sales Manager, was getting fed up. He didn't want to loose the only guy he'd been able to find who could fill in the sales gap left when he'd stopped actively selling.
`How the fuck do ya expect me ta get any repeat business with that asshole pissing off all our customers. How many new customers do you think I have to bring in to replace them? And how many potential customers does that idiot think are out there in this little Berg?' Sid Mills had ranted on him just last week throwing a hand full of customer complaints across the office before storming out and winding up at the local watering hole for a snoot full.
`I can't fire him... he is... was, Will's best friend. He's been here almost since day one and he has a ten percent share.'
Tom was kneading his brow and running both hands over his shaven head.
`I could give him some kind of executive position... figure head... out of the loop... but I'd have to find somebody to replace him... how the hell can I discretely look for a replacement without tipping him off...' no answer was forth coming.
What was forth coming was the strain on the seams of his boxers. On the ride to the dealership he'd managed to get his dick settled down; at least passably so for his morning tour. Now as his thoughts strayed to his lingerie clad wife asking him when the car would be delivered; her tantalizing touch also invaded his senses. The demanding member was growing down the leg of his shorts and straining to acquire room above. The pressure of the material keeping the pole from achieving its natural vertical position was getting quite uncomfortable.
`What to do, what to do,' the car dealership owner puzzled.
Trying to get through the rest of the day like this was out of the question. Could he get his mind on something else and get the situation under control; like he did coming in this morning? It might be possible but it would also be an unreliable solution. The slightest stimulus or stray thought and he'd be hard again; maybe when he wasn't in a good position to hide it.
`I can't risk it,' he concluded.
Michelle wasn't his secretary; she was the secretary for the dealership. Being the top dog, he of course could pull rank and have her drop what she was doing to fulfill his requirement first. His requirement at the moment had nothing to do with secretarial work but that hadn't fazed the darling twenty-something before. As a matter of fact the first time it had been her idea.
`Save it for me... or not it's up to you... I can always make another one,' his wife's words echoed in his ears.
"Sorry honey," he said under his breath as he pressed Michelle Woznouski's intercom button.
"Hi mister `B'," she answered immediately.
"Michelle do you have a couple of minutes?"
"For you; of course boss. Do you need me in there?"
"Uh, yeah come in here please" the strain in his voice alerted the secretary to which of her services were required before she even got up from her desk.
Miz Woznouski was a cute pixyish imp. When she wore her shoulder length dark hair in pig-tails she could have passed for sixteen. Skinny with almost no boobs, she knew her most attractive feature was her high round bum. She displayed it most days, like she was doing today, in short tight skirts. She stood in Tom Bogdan's office doorway awaiting instructions.
"Michelle honey... I'm having a hard time here," Tom said using their transparent code.
The young pixie smiled and pulled the chain on the vertical blind beside her. The slats of grey material rotated obscuring the General Manager's office from the hall side.
"I can help you with that," she smiled closing the door.
Tom wheeled his executive chair back until he could reach the chain on the identical set of strips for the window that overlooked the showroom, as the exceptionally slender young woman crossed the office. Michelle sunk to her knees and looked up at her boss with her big dark eyes and said in a pouty voice,
"Did that mean missus `B' get you all worked up this morning?"
Her hands were busy unfastening his belt. Briefly the image of her boss's spectacular wife flashed in her mind and she felt her pussy twitch in response.
"Yeah we kinda ran short of time," he replied as the catch at the top of his black suit pants released and the zipper began to descend.
"Well we can't have you walking around in this state," the kneeling secretary said in the same pouty voice as she gripped the waistband of his trousers and boxers together.
Tom was looking at her cute face as she spoke with her lips pursed in an exaggerated kiss-like pucker.
`If there was ever a mouth made for sucking cock, Michelle had it,' the dealership owner thought as his pants and shorts moved down his legs.
Lifting his hips, the obstructing clothing reached his knees. He emitted a grunt as the brown pole sprung skyward.
Tom Bogdan was a big man, in everyway. There has always been speculation about a man's race, sometimes hands, or feet; even his nose being a predictor of the size of his penis. The simple fact was that, with some exceptions, everything was in proportion. At six-foot-five the black man had a unit that was in proportion to his massive frame.
His secretary pushed the pants all the way to his ankles. Tom spread his legs to give her access, and the cute little office assistant shuffled forward on her knees. His manhood was two shades darker than the rest of his café-au-lait colored skin, and the head was a shade or two darker than that. The effect was that the pole, now almost lying on his flat abdomen up past his navel, looked like a big round chocolate bar with a licorice ball on top. To the enthusiastic cocksucker it looked even more delicious than that. When both tiny white hands lifted his aching member off his belly the reclining executive didn't try to suppress a pleasure filled groan.
"Oh mister `B', you are in a bad way aren't you?" she said as she began to gently, with a feather-light touch, run both hands up and down the bumpy hardness.
One of her soft little hands could not encompass the girth of the chocolate love stick but that was OK `cause she had two. Pulling just slightly on the turgid organ she took just the licorice head in her mouth. Miz Woznouski felt the tremors in her pussy intensify. She loved the salty musky taste. It made her mouth water. Still holding the base of his rock hardness she moved her head down until the plumb sized mushroom shaped licorice ball was on the back of her tongue.
Tom felt the velvet slipperiness of the inside of the girl's mouth on the upper third of his member and gripped the arms of his desk chair—hard. The muscles and sinews in his powerful forearms stood out like a body builder posing in competition. He gritted his teeth against the wail of pleasure as his secretary worked the head of his cock around inside her mouth; rubbing the sensitive glans on the insides of her cheeks and drawing her tongue along the slit in the end.
Moving her head back she began to apply a little suction. She continued to pull away until the prod popped out of her mouth bringing with it an incredible amount of saliva. The spit began to roll down the textured shaft. Michelle assisted in the distribution by sliding both her hands slowly up and down. When the black and brown shaft was thoroughly coated she put the knob back in her mouth and began a rapid rhythmic sucking while tonguing all around the bulbous head.
`How does she make that much spit,' Tom wondered as he felt his balls tightening.
The grunts came from deep in his throat as the pixie's right hand scooped up his sack. Once again the girl's hand was much too small, but she cradled his aching nuts and sort of wiggled her fingers, rolling the tender cumquats around. Her head was moving up and down. On the up stroke she sucked firmly. On the down stroke she swirled the licorice ball around in her flooded mouth as she gradually took more and more of her boss's organ. She could only take about half of it before the satin smooth knob hit the back of her throat. Each time this happened she swallowed hard to stifle the gag reflex. The working of her throat muscles provided the car dealership owner with an electrifying extra pinch on his not so little head.
The experienced fellati-ist recognized the subtle change in her subject's twitching and groaning. She applied the knuckles of her ball cradling hand as hard as she could to the soft spot immediately behind the scrotum. One final hard upward moving suck, before she plunged down on as much of his meat as she could. When the black bulb hit the back of her throat this time she had an additional reason to swallow. The first blast of cream shot out hitting the back of her throat with surprising force. The second and third spurts of ejaculate weren't quite as powerful. She continued to grind her knuckles externally against the spasming prostate while pulling her head back and sucking as hard as she could.
Tom felt his testicles jerk upward, laying on the kneeling girl's soft wrist. The pressure she was applying on the repository of his seminal fluid made the ejaculation more powerful. The aching tightness turned into warm tingling as his balls discharged their load. He put his head back against the executive chair and bit his lip to suppress the loud vocalization of his release that was rising from his core. His vision was blurred and his body jerked a couple more times as his secretary sat back on her heels; still holding his slightly drooping member.
"Did that help?" she asked, and then licked the residual leakage from his softening slit.
"Oh my God honey... you're the best," he sighed.
"Better than missus `B'" she asked impishly as she got to her feet. The car dealership owner nodded contentedly and then whispered
"But don't tell her."
"We'll see..." the nymph teased and left the office.
Delia lowered her right shoulder to provide the correct angle to reach her receptionist-patient's cervix. Pushing and poking the rubbery organ feeling for abnormalities she knew weren't there. The black nurse made sure the heel of her probing hand pressed directly on the girl's exposed love button.
The deep wiggling penetration combined with the pressure on her clit became too much for the excited young woman. Her boss felt the contractions of the vaginal walls on her gloved fingers.
To Jenny they felt like hot surges flowing up and out from her belly, washing over the rest of her body. Delia left the relatively insensitive cervix in favor of pulling up just behind the thrusting young woman's pubic bone, cocking her hand severely to maintain pressure on the girl's pulsating clit.
"Ugh,ugh, oh, aaawwwaah..." Jenny wailed and jerked spasmodically as the intense `G' spot orgasm overwhelmed her.
Bogdan and Associate's CEO felt the warm spurt through the palm of the latex glove, and the thin fluid trickle down and drip off her fingers while she continued to massage the firm flesh protecting the girl's urethra.
The spasms subsided to twitches. Delia slowly and gently pulled her fingers out of her patient and glanced over her shoulder at the contracted nurse. The look on Patty's face told her all she wanted to know.
"OK miz Wells, we're all done," she put a cap on the exam simulation. "You can get dressed now."
Jennifer was a little slow to rise but soon picked up speed. Delia busied herself packing her exam bag back up while Patty just stood there looking dazed. The receptionist was zipping up her dress when she asked "I have to pick up printer ink... so can I go now?"
"Sure sweetie," her boss agreed. "Switch the phones over to night service before you leave."
"OK," the little redhead affirmed as she exited Examination Room 1.
Both nurses watched in appreciation as the pert backside draped on blue silk sashayed out the door. Missus Bogdan had been carefully suppressing her own arousal up until now. She let herself acknowledge the heat and throb between her legs as the exam room door closed. She was in need of relief and release; badly. Turning to her latest hire she asked,
"Do you think you've got it?"
Patty seemed flabbergasted by the question. She scanned the information that had managed to penetrate the filter of her extreme arousal. She knew how to conduct a physical examination. What was different about this one? The only thing she could think of was the pelvic exam being done on a low residential style bed. Even that process wasn't much different than performing it on a patient in a hospital bed; except for having to sit down because of the height of the surface. After due consideration she finally replied
"Yeah... uh-huh... I think so." Her hesitant equivocation was not reassuring.
"Show me what you've learned," Delia said and began unbuttoning her blouse.
NEXT: Patricia has her first lesbian encounter; followed by her first excursion into voyeurism; followed by her second girl-on-girl-on-girl. She's a busy woman!