Cindy had to work that night. She was trying very hard to be all business, but it was more than a little difficult, as she was on shift with her big, black, male co-worker. He had always been friendly with her, but thoroughly professional. She knew he was married, and had even seen his pretty black wife a time or two. The problem was that, for the past two months or so, she had been dreamily fantasizing about fucking him. Yes, he had still been friendly but professional, but Cindy had increasingly begun giving him "looks." Those kind of "looks."
Cindy knew that those kinds of "looks" inevitably brought a response from any male who received them, and her co-worker was no exception. He had begun looking back about a week ago. Nothing had been said, but whenever Curt...that was his name...whenever Curt gave her one of those new, smoky looks, Cindy's nipples hardened and her pussy moistened. And Cindy looked back at him, right into his eyes. Still, though, nothing had been said.
The whole situation just made Cindy uncomfortable. She had never told Michael of her fantasies. She absolutely loved their three-way sessions with Richie, and she figured Michael had been more than generous in fulfilling Cindy's ravenous sexual appetites by providing an extra cock. So, why was she even fantasizing about this other man? She already knew the answer. She was an extremely sexual girl, almost always ready for sex, especially if it meant a new experience. God, Curt would be a deliciously new experience! He was big, broad, muscular and oh so black! She shivered. Her nipples stiffened and her pussy began to throb, and Curt wasn't even around at the moment. Then, there he was.
Cindy was finishing up taking vitals on a very sleepy post-op patient when Curt breezed into the room with some medication. Cindy tried to smile and slip out of the room when Curt caught her gaze. The steamy look into her eyes made Cindy ache.
It was lunchtime. The middle of the night, but still lunchtime at the hospital for her. She usually ate in the breakroom, but decided to walk downstairs to an area of the hospital that was undergoing a remodel. The work was nearly done, but the area had not been opened as yet. Frankly, Cindy was afraid to eat in the breakroom. Curt would be taking his lunch soon, too, and she just didn't trust herself not to say or do something that would take things somewhere she was not at all certain she wanted them to go.
She sat quietly reading a magazine in a nearly empty patient room and tried not to think about sex. Unfortunately, there were all kinds of articles about sex in the magazine. Cindy was throbbing and very, very wet. Curt walked into the room.
"Oh, shit!" Cindy thought, but what she said was, "Do I need to come back early?"
Curt laughed heartily, "No, no, nothing like that. I just wondered where you went. I didn't see you in the breakroom."
"Oh, I just decided to come down here for lunch. It's quiet." Cindy was more nervous than she could remember. She'd never been alone with Curt like this. There had always been other people around in one way or another.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Please, be my guest." She noticed, though, he didn't have a lunch with him.
"So, how's school going for Michael?" Curt knew about Michael, and had even talked with him briefly a few times.
"Fine." Cindy didn't know what to say, and she definitely didn't want to babble. She looked at Curt, but generally avoided his eyes. Still, her breathing was becoming rapid, as was her pulse.
"Good. Good," Curt's eyes were looking up and down her frame. It was silly, though, because Cindy was wearing scrubs, and they certainly revealed nothing of her generous, feminine curves.
This entire section of the hospital was quite silent, very different from any other section of the facility, which was...even in the night...bustling with at least some activity and noise. The silence was very stark. It was the silence that betrayed Cindy. Curt could both see and hear her rapid breathing. Then his eyes locked on hers. Cindy was no longer in control.
"Get up," Curt commanded. Cindy obeyed, but just stood there.
Curt moved just slightly, "Come over here."
Cindy walked over and stood before him. He was head and shoulders above her. He put his large, ebony hands on her shoulders and moved her next to the wall. He stepped closer, his eyes still completely locked on hers. He pressed his very large, very hard body quite against hers, then bent down and kissed her. Cindy whimpered. Her arms wound round him and her tongue slid right into his mouth. She shuddered as she felt his very, very thick, large and increasingly hard dick against her mid-section.
Curt's hands found easy access to Cindy through and into her scrubs. Quickly the drawstring on her bottoms was undone and the light material dropped to her ankles. His hands spread across her hips and her ass. He felt her legs and ran his hands up her sides, drinking in the sensation of her soft, creamy skin. His fingers, surprisingly agile, flicked open her modest bra and Curt discovered her firm breasts and rock hard nipples. Cindy moaned into his mouth.
Curt's thumbs insinuated themselves into the waistband of her bikini pants and roughly shoved them partway down her hips. As one hand caressed her belly and breasts, the other pressed insistently against her mound. The firm, but not harsh pressure was intensely pleasurable to Cindy and she ground her pelvis against his carefully placed fingers. Curt could feel the heat and moisture there.
The hand that had been caressing Cindy's body now moved to undo the drawstring of Curt's bottoms and his, too, fell to his ankles. He released one of Cindy's arms from around his neck and placed her little hand on his monstrous cock. She gripped the hot shaft and began to jack the thick, black dick. Curt's hips thrust against her and she moaned into his mouth again.
Suddenly, Curt moved both his hands and pushed on Cindy's shoulders, "Suck my dick," he said in a very commanding, but quiet voice. Cindy instantly stepped out of her panties and scrub bottoms. She wadded them into a makeshift cushion and dropped quickly to her knees before him and started to eat his cock.
As Curt slowly fucked her mouth, Cindy used her own hands to caress herself. She squeezed her breasts, tweaked her nipples and ran her own hands all over her body until she could stand it no longer. One hand began to rub her clit while one finger of the other hand slipped into her cunt. Curt fucked her mouth. Cindy fucked her own pussy. They both rocked in a synchronized fucking motion, and both became increasingly excited.
"You been thinkin' about this, ain't you?" Curt asked.
Cindy, her voice muffled by the huge cock in her mouth managed "Mmm Hmm."
"Yeah, I could tell." He hissed softly, "Suck that cock. You like it?"
