Note: This story is inspired by my friend Ms. Fox (you know who you are!) and her trifling boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend if he doesn't get his shit together!)
JoAnne Fox sits at the nurse's station reading. For two years her job has been to take care of patient needs during the graveyard shift. This has seriously put her love life on life support, as her ex-boyfriend could not take the "I'm too tired" and "Maybe tomorrow" excuses. Nowadays, her relief comes from her hand or her dildo. Even now, alone in the station, her panties are slightly wet from the fantasies she has about going one-on-one with The Rock in her own "square ring".
JoAnne is a natural beauty. Her coffee complexion is near flawless, with only a light pattern of freckles around her cheeks keeping her from being gorgeous (in her opinion). Her eyes are dark brown, almost black. She wears her hair short and curly to minimize the hassle of messing up her hair everytime she removed her nurse's cap. The nurse uniform she wears is the standard stark white outfit. When she is alone like tonight JoAnne usually removes her bra and allows her medium-sized tits to be free. Though she is black, JoAnne loves to go tanning every now and then. She feels the tan lines created by her two-piece suit add to the sensual power of her fit body.
Glancing down her top, she watches as her Caramel-colored nipples begin to get hard. She reaches into her suit and flicks one hard nubbin, creating lightening strikes that hit her growing clit with each rub.
"Dammit, girl," she whispers to herself." Control yourself."
She straightens herself again in the mirror. Suddenly she decides to pull her dress up to see herself in the mirror. Her reflection reveals her toned abs with just a hint of six-pack to it. This is perfect for her, as she thinks hard six-pack abs should be on guys, not ladies. A very light line of peach fuzz drops from her small bellybutton to the edge of her white thong. This is the only hair she puts up with being on her body. Every week, she has her legs and pussy waxed. Since her last appointment was just this afternoon, the puffy lips of her labia are baby soft and smooth. As an incitement to whomever goes south JoAnne always coats her pussy with citrus-flavored oils.
Peeking into her panties, she watches as the fluorescent lights cause her pussy to almost glow. She turns around to check out her ass. Not too big, not at all small. The band of her thong follows her tan line almost perfectly between her firm cheeks. She playfully spanks one cheek, watching it wobble slightly.
Finally, she strokes her legs (no hose), feeling the smooth skin with nary a hair to abrade her.
The sudden beeping of an alarm startles her.
"Shit."
She quickly rearranges her dress and checks to see which room to go to. 402, just down the hall. She walks patiently to the room, her heels echoing in the quiet hallway. When she reaches the room she finds a teenage girl blowing the stiff, long cock of her boyfriend. For a moment she pauses, feeling her juices begin to wet the crotch of the thong. The girl's cheeks are quickly vacuuming the groaning boy's erection, making slurping sounds that cause the nurse's nipples to become almost painfully hard. In the dim light filtering in from the windows the nurse can see the kid's cock glistening with his girl's spit. Light slurping sounds reach her ears, causing her knees to shake with desire.
Within seconds, the boy begins to hump his hips upwards as his release comes closer. An involuntary gasp escapes JoAnne's lips when her pussy gives a micro-quake. The girl looks up in panic just as her boyfriend cums. His first shot hits the girl right in the middle of her forehead. Thinking quickly, she returns the spurting tool back into her mouth to swallow the remaining load while looking JoAnne directly in her eyes.
When the boy finishes cumming she wipes her forehead and quickly hurries past the startled, and boiling, nurse.
"Oh, shit, lady!" the kid exclaims, just noticing the nurse in the open doorway, "Please don't say nothin to my parents. They'll kill me!"
JoAnne barely hears the kid as she stares at his soft cock, which has to be at least 8 inches long. With barely any control of herself, she walks in and covers his naked torso with the blanket. The boy is still begging her not to tell his parents.
"Listen," she whispers to him."I won't tell anyone if…"
The kid looks at her with wide expectant eyes,"Anything lady! Just name it!"
"How old are you?"
"18, ma'am."
She glances down when she sees the covers twitching. The little horny bastard is already recovering, something that took her good for nothing boyfriend a full day to do.
"Lady…?"
JoAnne knows she was just caught looking at the kid's dick, so she just blurts out her condition.
"No one will know, if you give me a piece of this action."
