Introducing IRINIA KALENKO (head nurse)
Irinia Kalenko is a tall, slender, auburn-haired woman, 40 years old, and a native of Irkstuck, in the former Soviet Union.
She had earned her advanced degree in hospital administration from the University of Kansas, and had a record as a highly competent nurse and supervisor at the two other hospitals she'd worked at, as well as the current one. Her position as head nurse paid $65,000 per year, more than enough to allow her to indulge her many, say, unorthodox tastes. Those in the know were aware that Irinia was 100% gay, with a bent toward domination. At both of her previous positions, she'd bedded all of the nurses who were willing, and a few who weren't…she owned a large collection of strap-on dildos, anal beads, vibrators, whips, and nipple clamps, and had a taste for females with large bosoms, small waists, and big, shapely butts; there were quite a few to be had in this hospital. She liked her sex kinky, and any woman she bedded became oh so aware of the Russian woman's penchant for anal sex; many could not endure more than a few sessions at the business end of one of her strap-ons, and so she went through bed partners like Dr. Phil's audience goes through Kleenex.
Truth be told, she'd had to leave her last position by mutual consent after being discovered anal-fucking the hospital chief's bosomy, mature wife in the administrator's own office; the wife was 15 years her husband's junior and ripe for conquest; she was one of the few who could take one of Irinia's infamous deep-anal penetrations and beg for more. She was lying on her back, on top of hubby's desk, her stockinged ankles atop Irinia's shoulders when her 55 year old spouse walked in and caught them. Irinia had just achieved the "perfect gape" and was hammering her point home; her blonde partner was farting uncontrollably with each ramming thrust when the woman's husband gave a gurgling yell, clutched at his heart, and keeled-over. The poor fellow might have been saved if the two females had ceased rutting right then and there, but they didn't…Irinia, sensing that this might be her last opportunity to fuck the luscious socialite, never paused in her ass-wrecking endeavors. By the time she had finished and both women had spent themselves at least half a dozen times, she had packed the hapless, newly-widowed slut's "fudge" so hard and so deep that the poor woman couldn't shit for a WEEK!
She hadn't left that hospital then; that came at week later at the husband's wake. Lila Jurgen's, the widow, was bent over the casket, her black dress hiked over her hips, enduring yet another of the insatiable Irinia's ass-poundings. The other guests were I another room, eating and commiserating, when Lila yelled bloody murder after a particularly deep, bowel-wrecking thrust of Irinia's monster cock.
By the time the group of mourners made their way into the back room, they were greeted by a sight that would haunt (and DELIGHT, in some cases) them for a long time: the grieving widow, her big boobs wobbling to and fro, her luscious ass, the milk-white globes framed so spectacularly by the lacy black straps of her garter-belt, jiggling like jello while another woman, with a huge contraption of some kind, now stained brown, was fornicating in the delectable blonde's anus! Some fainted, some yelled curses, children ran from the room, distraught, and some simply stood there ogling the unbelievable sight.
