"I still say Luke is better," declared Peggy. "I don't care what you say about Victor or Michael. Luke is a damn sight better in the sack than either of them!"
"Oh, I don't know about that," said Denise, rocking back in her chair. The half-eaten sandwich in front of her was being neglected while she argued the finer points of lovemaking with her friend.
"I do. I've fucked all three of them. Luke is a lot better."
"Better, maybe, than Doctor Wilson?"
Peggy had to stop and think about that. She had often wondered how good a lay Doctor Arthur Wilson was. The man seemed so cold, so aloof. There was a virility about him that excited not only her but the other nurses as well.
And not a one of them had ever screwed the man.
"How should I know? But I'd like to find out," Peggy admitted.
"Wouldn't we all? I remember the first time I saw Doctor Wilson. He might have been a God descended from above. Tall, distinguished looking, so damned capable! No man should be that capable! I almost melted. I wanted him to take me in his arms and…"
"And nothing," declared Peggy. "Screw his arms. I wanted to feel his prick fucking me!"
They both laughed. That was exactly the way the man affected all the nurses. And he was the only one of the doctors who'd never fooled around. Peggy didn't even know if the man was married or not. He went about his business in a professional way, never showing the strain of surgery, cool and like some distant block of granite.
"Yeah, I have the same feeling. But what the hell? There are others around who are probably as good, maybe better."
"That's rationalizing," Peggy told her friend. "I'm going to go out and see if I can't find out what he's like firsthand. Up close and personal, as they say on television."
"That's what they say, but that's not what they mean."
"That's what I mean!"
"Well, you've got a chance, at least. You're assigned to him this week, aren't you?"
Peggy's green eyes sparkled. "Yes," was all she said but there was more meaning in that one word than if she'd talked for an hour. They both knew she was going to do her damnedest to find out what Doctor Wilson was like in the sack.
"You'd better get to it, then. I hear he's a stickler for punctuality. And you've got to make the rounds with him."
"Ooops, you're right. See you. Afterwards!"
"Dreamer." But Denise envied her friend. If anyone could crack the polar exterior of Doctor Wilson, it was her hot friend.
Peggy ran down the halls and came skidding up in front of Doctor Wilson's office. She boldly went in and saw him. Her heart lurched a little in her chest when he looked up at her. There was a penetration to his stare that cut right to her very soul. The eyes were gray and cold, like chips of an iceberg. He was all business and he expected everyone around him to act in the same manner.
"You're late, Miss Martin. Never mind. Let's see how the patients in the ward are doing."
As he moved to leave the room, Peggy made sure she crushed against him. Her hand lightly touched his crotch. She felt a huge cock lying there, dormant and unstirring. For a fleeting second, she wondered what it would take to wake up that sleeping giant.
Then Doctor Wilson said, "Please keep your hands to yourself, Miss Martin. Business, and I don't mean monkey business, is what we're here for."
"Of course, sir." She felt like a little girl being told she had to stay after school.
The inspection tour of the ward went quickly, efficiently. The man was almost like a robot. But no robot ever exuded the sex appeal he did. His capable hands probed and touched and felt all the right places on the patients. Peggy wistfully wished she could have been a patient just to be on the receiving end of one of those caresses.
Only once did he show any emotion. One of the patients had died. He ran a strong hand back through his thick graying hair, then said, "Shit." It was so low she could barely make it out.
The man had a human lurking under the shell of duty. She knew she could break through it if she kept trying. The rest of the inspection did not please her, though. No matter how subtle or how blatant she was, she couldn't get a rise out of the man. He seemed totally impervious to her charms. Peggy hated to come right out and ask, "Why don't we find an empty room and fuck?"
That was so crass. Besides, she had the uneasy feeling that Doctor Wilson would see her fired if she ever said a thing like that to him.
No, she had to find the right button to push.
But what was it? He was so dominant!
"Try to keep your libido in check, Miss Martin, as you finish the rounds. I'm due in surgery in twenty minutes." He spun and stalked off, head held high and dignified. Peggy sighed as he marched away. She's struck out worse than she had since she was in high school and just learning the ways of men.
"Well, hell," she said to herself. "I got myself all hot and bothered and for nothing!"
Her cunt was sluggishly flowing out its lust for the man of iron and ice. Since she was going to get no satisfaction from him, she'd have to find another remedy for her gnawing lust. Glancing at the list of patients, she found a man who would be good medicine for her.
He was alone in a double room, his leg in a cast. Other than the leg injury, he was in perfect shape – and bitching about inactivity.
"Good evening. And how are we tonight?" she said sweetly.
"Good evening," he mimicked. "How are we this evening? We are damned sick of just lying around and watching TV, that's how we are." He crossed his arms defiantly, as if hoping she'd argue with him.
"I agree."
"Huh?"
"You need some recreation. So do I. See anything you like?" She made a point of bending over so that her ass was pointed directly at the man. She wiggled it just enough for him to get the full impact of what she was saying.
"Hell, yes!"
"So do something about it!"
His hand snaked under her skirt and began worming its way up her white-stockinged leg. She spread her legs apart a little more a he found her snatch. She moaned softly when his fingers closed on her soggy bush. He was giving her exactly what she needed after striking out with Doctor Wilson.
And, if he were as bored as he sounded, this would certainly brighten up his dreary night.
She let him run his hands over the smooth flare of her ass, then backed up so that he was able to pull her panties down over her behind. She kicked away the useless cotton panties and turned to face him.
Lifting her skirt, she exposed her flowing snatch for his appreciative gaze. "Isn't this better than TV?"
"That's better than anything!"
"What are you going to do about it?" she asked him. Her fingers were already running under the cool shoots and the absurd dressing gown he wore to search out the man's prick. When she found it, the cock was long and hard and ready to bury itself in her cunt.
"Not much, dammit. I can't move very well."
She saw that was true. The heavy leg cast held him firmly to the bed. He certainly wouldn't be able to fuck her with all the skill and expertise that Luke had used. She'd have to do something about that.
In a smooth movement, she spun in midair and planted her ass firmly on the man's crotch. The long pillar of his cock poked up between her legs. She remained sitting on his lap for a moment while she rearranged her skirt. She didn't want anyone walking in on them and wondering what was happening.
This was perfect. She lifted her ass and then dropped back down on the man's prick. It slipped easily into her well-greased pussy. She was facing the door, sitting up, with the cock firmly embedded in her cunt. And he could lie back and simply enjoy while she fucked herself on his prick.
"Is this okay?" she needlessly asked.
"Christ, yes! My God, it's been so fucking long!"
"Yes, it does feel long. Very long inside my cunt!"
"No, no, no! So long since I had a woman! Do it! Go on and do it!"
She smiled and began a slow twisty motion around his impaling cock. She loved the way it seemed to clutch and twist the inner membrane of her pussy. It was tearing her apart inside – and she wanted more of it!
"You're so big in me! I can't believe it!"
"You can't believe it! Lady, if you don't fuck yourself fast, I'm gonna cream just like a kid getting his first piece of ass. It's been that long, believe me!"
She believed him. He'd been in an auto wreck and had spent almost three months in the hospital. He was about ready to leave and she couldn't think of a nicer going away present than this.
Bouncing up and down pulled his cock out of her cunt, then stuffed it back in. She tensed her stomach muscles and felt her cunt walls collapse around his prick. It was throbbingly hard and swollen inside her. She fancied she could feel the contours of that huge prick.
Tensing and relaxing her pussy walls, she let his cock dance wildly in her cunt. The big blue vein on the top of his cock was hammering fiercely against her tender cunt. She could tell every time his heart beat out an excited pulse. His cock was making her come alive, transmitting his vibrancy to her.
"Here we go!"
She began really fucking herself on the man's cock. Turning and moving, she ran up and down the pole of his prick until she felt the tiny embers of her lust flaring into fires. Then the fires burst into flames that threatened to consume her totally.
"Hard to keep control," he mumbled. "Your cunt's so tiiiight!"
She couldn't even answer him. She had her eyes screwed tightly shut and was enjoying this to the maximum. His cock was delving deeper and deeper into her closely guarded cunt until she was almost sobbing with the pleasure she got.
Never could she remember having needed a man's cock in her so much. The tensions and frustration of her job had built up to the point where she needed this release from her every day realities.
The cock was the soothing, exciting medicine she required to keep her sanity. And if it helped the man at the same time, so much the better.
"D-don't come, not yet!" she begged. "Gotta get… get off! Let me feel that sweet prick of yours all the way!"
The juices from her agitated cunt oozed out around the man's thick cock to trickle all over his balls and her ass. The tickly sensation spread as the thick oils lubricated her entire ass. She was burning up from searing desire rampaging in her cunt. The oils helped soothe it a little.
But the inner need remained.
She turned and twisted until she came. The skin had been stretching tighter and tighter around her snatch. As the man's cock came rushing into her cunt, it pulled the skin taut around her clit. The tiny organ had been poking out to see what was happening.
As she drove the spike of hard manmeat into her seething hot, steamy pussy, the clit snapped to rigid attention. She felt as if a red-hot poker had been jammed into her body.
Her cunt convulsed and rippled the entire length of the man's prick. She gave him the fucking of his life. Not only was she virgin-tight, she was hot and oozing out her lust via the thick fuck fluids from her cunt.
"Can't hold it back," he muttered. "Want to but can't!"
She felt the hot blast of his jism splatter into her agitated cunt walls. His cock leaped and bucked wildly as he spewed out his creamy load into her hungry cunt.
The first feathery streamer of his jizz was enough to make the woman gasp in reaction. As the second spurt hit her sensitive cunt flesh, she came.
Her body went berserk. She thrashed around the pole of cock shoved up her pussy until she was exhausted both physically and emotionally. By the time the ice and iron grip of orgasm had left her, the man's cock had deflated and lay limp between his legs.
He was gasping for air and smiling. He said, "This is the best damn therapy I've gotten since I came to this hospital."
She smiled back, telling him, "We try to please."
But Peggy was feeling the gnawing sensation returning to her belly. The fucking had been good; it had been necessary. But it simply wasn't enough. She was too hot for it to fully sate her rampaging desires.
She'd have to find other, less worn out fields to harvest.