I walked out of the Hospital’s main entrance and walked quickly toward the parking garage. It was 1:30AM and my shift had ended at midnight so I wanted to get home as quickly as possible. Chances were that my husband Todd would be fast asleep, but I really didn’t want to take that chance. He knew my schedule and I knew he would question why I was so late and I really didn’t want to have to lie to explain my self. The truth was that for the previous hour I had been having raw passionate sex with a doctor in an empty room in the hospital.
I had never meant to have an affair, but Dr. Andrews and I had become friends and then that friendship developed into something more. The reasons were simple really, our long hours spent together, coupled with our respective spouses lack of sexual interest as well as a mutual attraction to each other and the rest as they say is history.
As I approached the parking garage I thought I saw a shadow near the exit so I reached inside my purse and felt for the bottle of mace I always carried. I walked in the main entrance and pressed the elevator button but when the doors didn’t open fast enough I went to the stairs and climbed the 2 flights to my car. I was sure to keep my hand wrapped around the can of mace just in case, but the hospital was in a good part of the city. As I opened the door someone grabbed me from behind. The can of face slipped from my fingers as my purse was ripped from my side. I felt the cool sharp blade of a large knife pressed against my throat.
“I’ll take this,” my attacker said. It was unmistakably a woman’s voice which surprised me. “Give me your jewelry to,” she said firmly.
My fingers shook as I took off my watch and reached back to hand it to her.
“The earrings too honey,” she demanded as she released her grip from my arm.
I took my diamond stud earrings off and turned to hand them to her. She was a big black woman, probably 30 years old. Her face was firm and tough, likely from years on the street. She was probably six feet tall and must have weighed close to 200 pounds.
“The wedding ring too, sugar,” she said as she pointed toward my left hand with the knife.
“No, please not my wedding ring,” I begged. “I’ll give you anything else, but please don’t take the ring.” The ring had been my grandmothers and the value while substantial was dwarfed by my sentimental attachment to it.
“Anything huh,” my attacked said with a smirk as she considered my offer. “Okay baby,” she said. “Back in the stairway.”
I walked slowly through the door into the well lit stairway as she poked the sharp point of the knife into the small of my back. I heard the zip of her pants and turned to see her jeans drop to the floor. She wore no panties and I could see the thick growth of hair that surrounded her sex. She kicked off her sneakers and stepped out of the jeans leaving her naked from the waist down.
“Start licking sugar,” she demanded and she spread her legs wide.
I looked at her with fear and disgust in my eyes. “You can’t be serious,” I said in a brief moment of defiance.
“Oh, I’m serious sugar,” she said. “You said you would give me anything, well I want you to give me head. You don’t want to then you can give me that ring and get the fuck out of here. Either that or I cut you and take your precious ring.”
“I’ve never done this before. I won’t be very good,” I told her.
“You’ll do just fine, just pretend your sucking some doctor’s cock. Now get on your knees.”
I dropped to my knees and settled between her thighs. The cement floor was cool through the thin fabric of my nylons.
“Well, don’t just sit there, start eating some pussy sugar,” she laughed.
I pressed my face into her crotch and slowly stuck my tongue out. Her aroma was strong, but surprisingly not unpleasant and I was shocked to feel how wet she was.
“The faster you make me cum baby the faster you can get home,” she chided.
My fingers spread her thick pussy lips and I pressed my tongue against her wet hole.
“That’s it baby, like momma’s pussy.”
I began to lick her pussy lips and her hand went to my head. Her fingers massaged my scalp encouragingly as I tasted her sweet juices. My tongue began to move, as if it knew where to go and soon I lost myself trying to please the big back woman. I licked her long and slow, my tongue searching for more of her nectar. She moaned loudly and I could feel her thighs begin to shake ever so slightly.