"Nighty night. Don't let the bed bugs bite."
Upon feeling a tap on her shoulder, Valerie snapped to. In the bright hospital hallway, the petite blonde donned a skimpy nurse outfit: white heels, pantyhose, mini-skirt, and buttoned top. Freckles sprinkled across her nose. With a bewildered expression, she looked up to a fellow nurse.
The nurse, with curly brunette hair, showed an abnormally large smile that wrinkled her cheeks. Her unblinking gaze appeared to stare through Valerie. She extended a clipboard in her hand. "Val, we need you in room 2-3-7."
Valerie hesitantly nodded while gathering her faculties. After taking the clipboard from the creepy nurse, Valerie brushed past, walked to the end of the hall, and checked left before turning right.
The lights flickered, dimmed. Velvet Underground's 'Venus in Furs' blared from an open room, a few ways down. Thick smoke poured out into the hall.
Valerie whipped her head to the blinking light fixtures while continuing toward the room. She stopped in the doorway, smoke swallowing her ankles. The music stopped. She checked the name on the clipboard. "Mister... Fred Crewe?"
"Yes...?" A handsome man—strong jaw line, slicked dark hair, and piercing blue eyes—sat upright in a hospital bed, sporting a red and green striped hospice gown. Smoke billowed out from beneath the bed, covering the tile floor.
"What did ya—" Valerie lost her breath, her face softening at the handsome stranger. A wave of euphoria rushed over her, making her head buzz, body tingle, and pussy tickle. She swallowed hard and wagged her head in hopes of shaking the weird sensation. After clearing her throat, she squared her shoulders, put her chin in the air, and asked again, "What did you need?"
"Revenge," Fred said in a low voice. He raised his hand and beckoned her with his spindly finger.
Valerie's faux confidence sloughed away. Her body filled with an exhilarating pressure, lowering her inhibitions and galvanizing her sex-drive. She dropped the clipboard to the tile floor and entered the room through the haze.
Fred tossed the covers off and swung his legs around, sitting off the edge. A light, around his midsection, pulsed beneath the hospital gown.
Valerie zeroed-in on the flashing light, panting. As she walked to him, she proceeded to undress. She unbuttoned her one-piece uniform. It crumpled to the floor. While striding in her heels, pantyhose, she unfastened the bra from her humble breasts with pink cookie-sized areolas. Goosebumps prickled, making her nipples taut. She stopped and shoved down her panties. A blonde strip decorated her mound.
Fred ogled Valerie's slightly thick yet firm figure: shoulders as wide as her hips with a smaller waist, soft midsection, and heart-shaped ass. He pulled his gown up. His large manhood stood at attention, a light emitting with each beat of his heart.
Valerie locked onto Fred's massive member. She lost herself in the ecstatic moment. She gnawed her bottom lip, massaged her breasts, and lightly pinched her sharp nipples. The wondrous pressure built inside. The euphoric itch at her center intensified. She slipped out of the white heels, and one after another, she kicked her small foot up on the bed and rolled down her pantyhose. Her tiny perfectly proportioned toes topped with a sky-blue polish. Once completely naked, she stepped back, chest rising and falling. She rubbed her right foot up her left shin. Her face, body, warmed.
"Now you're mine." Fred placed a hand on her shoulder, but without adding any pressure, Valerie knelt. He ran his palm over her blonde hair and cupped the back of her head.
Valerie's hands shook as she reached out for Fred's large appendage. She grabbed the base with her clammy palms and slowly churned. She inched forward, backed up, eased in again, twitching with reluctance. After a big calming breath, she finally closed her eyes, leaned forward, and slipped the purple tip between her lips. She slurped on the engorged head while stroking the shaft.
Fred peered past her oscillating head, over her heart-shaped backside, to the smooth soles of her feet. His eyes followed the faint lines from her light pink heels, white arches, to the bottom of her toes. He licked his lips at the flawless sight.
Valerie showed her inexperience by just sucking on the purple tip, her hands stroking the shaft out of rhythm. She curled her lips inward and bobbed down his length, her tongue caressing the underbelly. Her humble breasts jiggled with sharp pink nipples.
Fred's eyes lingered on Valerie's pretty soles, the ripple of creases up her white arches.
While sucking his cock, Valerie began to really get in the mood. She kept her left hand on his base while using her right to fondle her breasts, tug at her erect nipples. She rubbed her feet together, running the top of one foot across the bottom of the other and then switching. Her neck jerked in and out, mouth swallowing halfway down and back up.
Fred leered at Valerie's precious soles. Each movement of her feet flashed wrinkles, which made him steely.
Valerie bobbed faster with a mechanical motion. She continued squeezing her breasts with one hand while beating the lower-half of his manhood with the other. She rotated the top of her feet against the carpet, digging the knuckles of her toes into the floor.
Fred quaked.
Valerie pinned his cock up against his lower stomach. She bent forward and ran her tongue up the bottom before slipping it back in her mouth. She jerked the base and slurped on the engorged head. "Mm," she moaned with a mouthful.
Fred tensed, trembled. Florescent semen shot out the tip of his cock.
Valerie sucked until the seed got caught in her throat. She gargled, gagged, and pulled away. She coughed and spat some aside while swallowing a bit as well. She rested back on her heels and looked up at Fred, breathing heatedly. Never had she been so aroused, a tea kettle with built up pressure.
Fred snatched Valerie up by the arm, spun her away from him, and bent her over the hospital bed. While pinning her to the mattress, he gently entered her wet center. He pushed halfway the first time, retracted, and then pushed again, filling her to the hilt.
Valerie stretched her left arm out and clutched the far edge of the bed. On the balls of her feet, knees locked, she took his pleasure-filled thrusts. Each insertion stroked her g-spot and pumped her with more exhilarating pressure.
After shredding his striped gown, exposing his slim yet muscular physique, Fred gradually picked up steam, diving deep each time.
With her upper-half flat on the bed, breasts squished against the surface, Valerie stared vacantly to the far wall as tears of ecstasy misted her eyes. She raised her right foot off the floor, toes pointed. Her left one remained to the ground.
While pounding her from behind, flesh smacking rapidly, Fred grabbed her bony ankle and brushed his thumb across her sole, which sent her toes into a wiggling fit.
Valerie clamped her teeth together, fighting the tickle in her pussy and foot; both seemed to be connected. She curled the toes on her right foot, protecting her ticklish sole with hard wrinkles. She lifted her left one, ankle locked with little digits flexed back. She snatched Fred's gown off the bed and wadded it in her fists. Her body tensed, face becoming beet-red. "Guh," she groaned from nowhere.
Fred released her right ankle, gripped her hips again, and plowed the nurse's naked body.
