Chapter 3: Rising Action
Sixteen whole hours has passed since she left Mike. The aching need between her legs had never gone away, and now, standing in the elevator, Sarah's whole body seemed to pulse with a primal hunger.
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened on her floor of the hospital.
It was time for her next shift, but the ache between her legs was growing stronger by the second.
Sarah could feel the heat building in her pussy as she walked down the hallway, her heart racing with excitement and anticipation.
She couldn't wait to see Mike again.
She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way, not after what had happened between them earlier, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
Sarah soon enough found herself outside Mike's hospital room, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached out to knock on the door.
She hesitated for a moment, her mind flashing back to the intense orgasm she had given herself earlier in his bathroom.
The aching need between her legs had not subsided, and she could feel herself growing wetter with each second that passed.
Sarah took a deep breath, pushing those thoughts away. Now was not the time to be thinking about that. She needed to remain professional, focused on the care and well-being of her patient.
She knocked softly on the door, and after a moment, Lorraine opened it, her eyes widening upon seeing Sarah standing on the threshold.
"Oh, it's you," Lorraine said trying to wipe the corner of her mouth, but Sarah saw the glint of wetness on her lips.
Sarah bit back a wave of jealousy and anger as she forced a polite smile on her face.
Sarah looked Lorraine all the way up and down like she was appraising a piece of meat on display.
Lorraine was barely dressed, wearing a hastily thrown on pair of scrubs that were unbuttoned and revealing way too much cleavage. Her dark hair was mussed up, looking like she had just rolled out of bed.
Sarah's pussy clenched hard enough to crush coal into diamonds, a mix of anger and arousal coursing through her veins as she imagined Lorraine wrapped around Mike, her lips on his cock, her tits bouncing in front of his face.
But instead, Sarah forced herself to keep a tight smile plastered on her face.
"I am here to relieve you," Sarah replied calmly.
But inside, her heart raced, even more so when she saw the wicked gleam in Lorraine's eyes. Sarah could only imagine what she and Mike had been up to in her absence.
"Well, I was just leaving," Lorraine said, adjusting her scrub top to cover her cleavage.
Sarah couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as Lorraine moved past her and walked out of the room.
As the door closed behind Lorraine, Sarah took a deep breath and approached Mike's bedside.
Mike laid with his eyes closed asleep; his chest rising and falling rhythmically, his face calm and serene. His hospital gown had shifted, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned abs and muscular chest. Sarah couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as she looked at him, her body growing hot and flushed with arousal."Mike, it's me Sarah, here to take over," she purred, softly closing the curtains around his bed.
As Sarah approached him, she could feel her heart beating faster in her chest. She couldn't stop herself from staring at Mike's muscular form. God, he was handsome. Sarah could feel her body responding to him in a way she hadn't experienced in a long time.
She reached out to check his vitals, her hand brushing against his firm abs. Mike stirred slightly, and his eyes fluttered open, fixing on Sarah's face.
"Sarah," he rasped, his voice low and deep, sending shivers down her spine.
She couldn't help but notice the way he stared at her, undressing her with his eyes. It was an incredibly erotic feeling, making her body respond instantly.
Sarah's pussy pulsed with an intense ache, her nipples taut and sensitive against the thin material of her scrubs.
Sarah reached for the blood pressure cuff, her hand shaking with anticipation.
She wrapped it around Mike's arm, her fingers brushing against his smooth, warm skin.
Mike's gaze never left Sarah's face, his eyes locked onto hers, filling her with a sense of longing and desire that was almost overwhelming.
Sarah's heart raced faster as the cuff filled with air, the pressure squeezing her hand, pressing it into Mike's arm.
The sudden intimacy of the moment sent a jolt of electricity coursing through Sarah's body.
She couldn't believe how large and strong Mike's arm was, her fingers tracing the curve of his bicep, feeling the heat emanating from his skin.
Sarah pulled the blood pressure cuff off of Mike's arm, taking a deep breath as she fought to regain her composure.
"I'm going to check your bandages now," Sarah said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She reached for the edge of Mike's hospital gown, her fingers brushing against his warm skin as she slowly began to peel it back.
"Lay back and relax," Sarah said, more to herself than Mike.
She moved to the bed, eyeing his body intently. Every inch of him seemed to give off a magnetic pull. Her heart was racing, and her palms were sweating.
Sarah stood beside the bed, taking him in. Mike was lying still on the bed, fully exposed. Hospital gown pulled up to his chest with his big, hard cock on full display.
Sarah spied the unmistakable stain of lipstick on the shaft of his stiff member.
"Fuck," Sarah groaned, her mind flooded with images of Lorraine wrapped around her patient, her lips locked on his cock.
She tried to force the thought from her mind, focusing instead on the task at hand.
But the sight of Mike's rock-hard manhood stretched out for her to admire was too tempting to resist.
She found herself unconsciously licking her lips as she stared at him, her body pulsing with need.
Sarah, by the skin of her teeth, managed to tear her eyes away from his stiff cock, and focused back on checking the bandages around incision.
Mike shifted uncomfortably under her touch, moaning with pleasure as Sarah's fingers brushed against his sensitive skin.
Sarah paused, her heart racing at the sound of his pleasure, her mind whirling with images of them naked, writhing together on the hospital bed.
Reaching down deep within herself, Sarah found a semblance of control and continued her work, slowly unwinding the bandages from around his gash, exposing more and more of his tanned skin with every rotation.
Sarah felt like she was going to cum on the spot as she took in the sight of his naked body, so close and within reach. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting him. She had to have him, fucking this unbelievably gorgeous specimen of manhood.
She couldn't help but stare at his perfectly sculpted abs and strong, muscular shoulders. Every inch of his chiseled chest glistened with a thin layer of perspiration, which only added to his raw, masculine appeal.
Mike hissed with discomfort as she touched him, his whole body tensing up.
The image of Lorraine gripping his shaft, her lips sliding down his length, filled Sarah's mind once again.
She wanted to replace that memory with her own, to be the one sucking and licking every inch of him, to taste his salty arousal on her tongue.
Her fingers trailed down his abs, tracing the outline of his muscles as they dipped and rose beneath her touch. She could feel his muscles tighten and tense under her palm, his body responding to her touch.
Sarah's breath hitched as she reached the base of his stomach, the space just above where a waistband should be.
Mike grunted as she lightly skirted the edges of his muscular six-pack, her fingers quivering with need to touch the source of his arousal.
She was in absolute control of herself, but she could feel the beast inside of her screaming to be let loose.
Her mind was whirling with images of Michael's body pressed against hers, of his hands holding her down as he plowed into her, of the way his chest would rise and fall with each powerful thrust.
Mike laid there awake, watching her with a hunger in his eyes that Sarah found utterly irresistible.
Sarah let out a shaky sigh, swallowing the lump in her throat as she found herself closest to a breaking point.
She stood there at arm's distance, staring at Mike as if ensnared in his gaze.
The beast within her roared with uncontrollable lust, but she focused deep within herself and mustered up every ounce of self-control she had left.
Sarah's hands never faltered as she continued to unwind the bandages. Her mind rebelled, but every time she realized what she was about to do, Sarah pushed the thought away, her concentration honed in on her task.
Each wince of pain helped her reel in the fiery passion and forbidden pleasure brewing in her heart.
Mike's incision was small, and before she knew it, Sarah found herself staring at the glistening wetness of his wounds. All looked perfect as usual, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Sarah's whole body felt like it was on fire. She could barely contain her desire for Mike any longer. Her mind was tormented with filthy thoughts, and her pussy ached for his cock.
Mike sensed Sarah's arousal and slowly opened his eyes to find her staring down at him with undisguised lust.
"Fuck, you're so fucking hot," he growled, his voice deep with desire.
Sarah could feel her pussy clenching in response to his words.
She wanted him, wanted him to fill her up, to stretch her wide open and fuck her like she'd never been fucked before.
Mike knew she wouldn't make the first move, so he took it upon himself to do so. Mike swung his right hand to playfully smack Sarah's ass as she leaned over his hospital bed, checking his vitals. Sarah gasped, surprise registering in her eyes. But soon, her surprise melted into desire, and she turned to face him, her body trembling with a newfound hunger.
"Mike," Sarah breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "You shouldn't."
"What?" Mike asked, grinning at her.
Sarah looked at him, her eyes filled with desire.
Mike swung his hand his hand again, this time grabbing a handful of Sarah's ass and squeezing firmly. Sarah gasped, her whole body tensing with need and arousal.
"Mike," Sarah protested weakly, but she made no move to push him away.
She wanted this. She wanted him she'd been yearning for him from the moment she saw him in this hospital bed, helpless and vulnerable. It was wrong, so incredibly wrong, but her desires overpowered her thoughts of propriety and decency.
Mike looked at her, let go of his hand and challenged her, "walk away if you want to. I won't force you." Sarah couldn't resist the urge, she leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart.
Sarah huffed like a dragon in heat, moving her face even closer to Mike's. Their lips brushed against each other in a gentle tease, their breaths mingling in the cold room. Sarah felt like she was going to explode with desire, her clit pulsating with need as her body prepared itself for what was to come.
Sarah asked Mike, "What happened between you and Lorraine?"
Mike licked his lips, a sly smile playing across his face. "We didn't do anything you wouldn't approve of," he said.
Sarah gasped, her body reacting immediately to his touch. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the intensity demanding the whole truth.
Mike chuckled, his eyes sparkling with a wicked glint. "What I mean is, we did some things that we probably shouldn't have," he said. "But don't worry, it was nothing you need to be jealous about."
Sarah's grip tightened around Mike's cock, her chest heaving with deep breaths. The thought of Mike and Lorraine together made her heart drop to her feet, and she struggled to hold onto her cool, professional demeanor.
"What. Did. You. Do," Sarah demanded, arching her back as she ground her hips against his bed.
"she valiantly tried" Mike said with a smirk, his voice laced with coyness.
Sarah growled low in her throat, a mix of frustration and desire.
She could tell Mike was holding something back, she was going to make him say it.
So she pushed further with the question, "tried?"
Mike leaned up to her ear, whispering like a devil seducing his next victim, "she tried to give me a 'mind-blowing' blowjob, but her technique was lacking, to say the least."
Sarah's grip tightened around his bed frame, a low growl rumbling in her throat.
She couldn't help herself anymore; the thought of her co-worker trying to pleasure Mike, but failing miserable, was too much for her to handle.
The jealousy, the lust, the raw hunger burning inside of her, it was all too much.
"Details, Michael!" she hissed, her hips bucking against his bedframe, begging for friction.
Mike's smile only grew wider at Sarah's obvious frustration, her eyes flashing with desperation and arousal.
Mike painted a vivid picture, "she spotted my hard-on and couldn't help herself. You should have seen her face when she finally got it in her mouth, like a kid who just saw a pile of presents on Christmas morning. She tried to go to town on it, but she just couldn't quite get the hang of it. To be fair, I did try to give her some guidance, but she didn't seem to want my help."
Sarah's grip tightened around his bedframe, a low growl rumbling in her throat.
Mike continued, "her mouth was too dry, and she couldn't get the right suction. I tried to be gentle, but she wouldn't listen. After a while, I had to push her away and finish the job myself."
Mike didn't stop there, he continued, "She was really trying, Sarah, but she just couldn't get it right. I had to grab my own cock and finish myself off, all while she was still trying – and failing – to pleasure me. Then, once I finally did cum, she had the nerve to start moaning and wiggling around like she’d accomplished something special. she took her dry-ass mouth and tried to lickthe last drops of my cum lingering on the tip of my cock, but I have to say, Sarah, that it was a pitiful attempt at best."
The ache was becoming unbearable, and Sarah found herself unable to resist the temptation any longer.
Sarah's grip on the bed frame tightened even further.
"You're such a fucking asshole," she hissed, her hips bucking against the bedframe as the ache in her pussy grew more and more intense. Mike had only started to tease her, and he knew it, but Sarah couldn't help responding to his words with a fervor that only made her desire for him burn brighter.
Sarah looked in his eyes, "I bet I could do a better job than her," Sarah whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mike chuckled, rolling his eyes and leaning back in his hospital bed.
"Oh really?" he said, a sly smile playing on his lips. "You think you could do a better job than Lorraine?"
"Fuck yes I can," Sarah replied, her voice low and dripping with desire.
Mike chuckled, a wicked gleam entering his eyes as he contemplated her words. He leaned forward, his gaze locked on Sarah's.
"Alright," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "if you're so sure you can do better, then prove it."
Sarah could feel her heart race at his invitation, her body trembling with desire. She took a deep breath, her hands shaking as she reached towards Mike's bed.
Mike lay there, his eyes burning with hunger as he watched Sarah approach him.
Sarah said, "you are very naughty." And then with a flick of her wrist, she swept off Mike's bed sheet, revealing his stiff cock in all its glory.
Mike's cock was fully erect, its veiny texture and smoothness in full display. Sarah's heart raced as she stared at him. She wanted to wrap her hands around him, to touch the firm flesh and feel its hardness against her skin.
"Oh yes, I'm naughty," Mike confirmed with a smirk, his eyes twinkling.
As her small hands circled around his bulging shaft, "so you need a punishment for being such a naughty boy," she said as she began to pump him, her small hands moving up and down on his shaft.
Mike moaned as Sarah's hands worked him, her fingers moving skillfully up and down his shaft, gripping him tight enough to make him hiss with pleasure.
Sarah bit her bottom lip, her eyes fixed on the sight of her hands on Mike's cock. It was mesmerizing, watching her fingers slide up and down his thick length. Sarah couldn't believe she was doing this. She should be ashamed of herself, but she couldn't find it in herself to care at the moment. If Lorraine could do it, so could she. And judging from Mike's reaction, she was already doing a better job than the other nurse.
Sarah stood by the side of Mike's bed, her eyes still locked on the sight of her hands sliding up and down his shaft.
"You like that, don't you?" Sarah asked, her voice low and sultry.
Mike groaned in response, his body trembling with pleasure as she continued to pump his cock.
"That's right, baby," he moaned, his hips bucking upwards as she continued to stroke him.
Sarah felt a devilish idea form in her mind. Without warning she removed both hands from his cock and stepped away. Mike looked up at her in confusion and anticipation, his cock standing straight up and bone dry.
"Where are you going?" Mike asked in a pleading voice, his grip tightening around the edge of the bed sheets.
Sarah looked at Mike over her shoulder, giving him a seductive crooked smirk. "I'm just getting something," she replied, before walking towards the sink area in the room.
Mike, now fully entranced by the dirty nurse, watched as she retrieved the small bottle of lubricant she had thrown to him the previous day.
Sarah smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Mike groaned in frustration, but Sarah knew he was enjoying the tease. She stood there for a moment, her chest heaving with the effort of holding back her own pleasure.
She looked over her shoulder to catch Mike's reaction. He was visibly trembling in anticipation, eyes locked on her ass and his mouth clenched shut.
Sarah tore her gaze away from his hot stare, turning to look back at him, slowly approaching as she pulled her hair to one side, revealing the long line of her neck.
"You want this, don't you?" she teased seductively, holding the lubricant bottle tightly in her palm.
Sarah looked back at Mike and saw that he had pulled his lip between his teeth, trying to stifle the urge to beg for more.
She leaned back in, her mouth inches from his ear and whispered, "good things come to those who wait."
Sarah drizzled the lube onto the head of his cock, watching as it slid down the shaft smoothly, coating him in its warm, slippery embrace.
Mike groaned low in his throat, his hips lifting off the bed as the lubricant teased his throbbing cock with its cool touch.
"Fuck," he sighed, his body shaking with desire.
Sarah teased him further, hovering her lips just above the tip of his cock, whispering "You have no idea how many nurses have fantasized about doing this..."
Mike groaned, his hips bucking up off the bed. "God damn it, Sarah..."
Sarah took one index fingertip and rubbed it in a slow circular motion around Mike's head, mimicking the sensation of a tongue flicking out. Mike's hips bucked involuntarily, slamming into the bed, and he let out a guttural cry of pleasure, eyes closed.
With her fingertip she traced a slow, lingering path around the head of his throbbing shaft. She could see his eyes squint at the sensation, a flush returning to his cheeks as theintensity increased.
Sarah soon enough
added another finger, slathering it with the lubricant and rubbing it slowly up and down against the first, parallel to Mike's throbbing cock, matching the rhythm she had been using earlier with her hand.
Mike groaned as he felt Sarah's fingers sliding along the sides of his shaft, teasing him and sending waves of pleasure up his body. She was taking her time, making him writhe with anticipation as she tormented him.
His cock bucked like a fire hose at the lustful dance of her fingers, his hips straining against the sheets as she continued her lusty play.
At last, Sarah said, "I see you're eager, Michael," with a wicked grin, her eyes gleaming with devilish delight.
He throbbed so hard he, spitted hot the salty pre-cum across his abdomen, as she took her sweet time playing with him.
Sarah leaned closer, teasing him with sexy little whispers as she trailed her fingers down his taut stomach to the root of his cock.
"You're so fucking big," she murmured hotly as she wrapped both hands around his shaft, marveling how huge he felt, the heat of his blood pulsating in her palms.
Mike's breath came out in ragged gasps his fingers gripping the sheets as he felt Sarah's soft fingers caress his length.
Sarah, without warning, gripped his cock. Hand over hand she began to pump with authority. Her pace was steady and deliberate as the lubricant spread all over his manhood. With each pump, Sarah could feel Mike's cock throb and pulse with need.
Mike's breath hitched at the sudden onslaught. "Oh god, Sarah," he groaned, his fingers digging into the sheets, hips thrusting up to meet her motions.
Her mouth watered as Sarah watched her hands glide up and down his hard shaft. The lube was making his cock shiny with every stroke. She wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and taste him.
Her tiny yet firm hand jerked his swollen member back and forth in a rhythm aimed to take him to the brink of pleasure and back. Mike arched his back, a pained expression crossing his face. The nurse had taken control and her intentions could not be misconstrued - she was going to fuck him relentlessly.
"Don't hold back," he muttered, his grip on the bed sheets tightening as Sarah worked his cock with no mercy.
Sarah took out more lube from the bottle and rubbed her hand against it, a malicious grin on her face.
Her grip tightened as she increased her tempo, pumping Mike's cock faster and faster.
He moaned in pleasure, the sensations overwhelming him as his head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut.
Sarah's hand flew up and down his cock, her fingers barely managing to encircle its size. She twisted her hand with every stroke, adding more pressure where she knew it would feel best.
Mike squirmed in sheer delirium, writhing under her touch, sweat beading down his chiseled abs. Sarah could feel the heat radiating from his body. Her pussy throbbed rhythmically in unison with his hard cock.
"Oh, you like that, don't you?" she teased wickedly, increasing her speed.
Mike struggled to speak, "oh, fuck," he breathed, hips bucking upwards.
Sarah felt her pussy clench at the sight of his desire, the wetness soon seeping through her underwear. She continued stroking him, faster and faster, not relenting even when Mike begged her to stop.
He couldn't take it anymore, the intense pleasure building up inside him like never before. Mike couldn't remember the last time he had felt so horny and desperate for release.
The slight swell of his cock clued
Sarah in that he was reaching his limit, and she stopped on a dime.
"Fuck no, you're not about to finish that quickly," she insisted. If she was going down this road, she wanted to savor every minute.
Mike looked up at her, panting heavily, his eyes glazed with desire.
"Fucking hell, Sarah," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Sarah just smiled and said, "Not yet, handsome." She wanted to torment him a little longer, "you said Lorraine failed to give you a proper blowjob, not a hand job."
Mike huffed like a bull in heat. The cool air in the hospital room was doing nothing to appease his lustful frustration. He could feel his fucking cock pulsing with need, and he knew that if Sarah didn't do something about it, he was going to go mad.
Sarah moved for the wet wipes she kept on her tray, and Michael's eyes followed her every movement, his mind consumed with desire.
"What the hell do you need wet wipes for?" he growled, feeling his irritation mount.
"I've never liked the taste of lube," Sarah replied, her voice low and sultry as she shrugged her shoulders and tossed the wet wipes back onto her tray. "And I'm not going to put it in my mouth without cleaning it off first."
Mike could feel himself growing more and more frustrated by the second. The sensations of Sarah's hand on his cock had already brought him dangerously close to the edge, and now that she had stopped, he was starting to feel like he was going crazy.
Mike's cock was throbbing with need, and he could feel a bead of pre-cum dripping from the tip.
Sarah, however, seemed to be enjoying her torment. She looked him right in the eyes, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Sorry, can't let you finish just yet, honey," she said, before pulling out several wiping pads and cleaning the lubricant off his cock. The cool touch of the cloth on his heated flesh was a shock, but it was also an exciting promise of the wet heat to come.
As Sarah stepped back, Mike's eyes followed her every movement and he groaned low in frustration. "You're such a fucking tease, Sarah," he growled, throwing his head back on the pillow.
Sarah's tongue darted out and traced her cherry red lips, her pupils dilating with lust.
She expertly cleaned every inch of Mike's thick, veiny cock, her delicate touch making him gasp in pleasure, yet preventing him from releasing too soon.
Finally, satisfied with her cleaning efforts, Sarah knelt between Mike's legs, her scrubs stretching tight over her shapely ass. He could clearly see the outline of her bare pussy through the thin fabric. God, what he wouldn't give to tear those scrubs off and drive himself deep inside her right now.
She wrapped her tiny hand around his throbbing shaft, not breaking eye contact with Mike, and lowering her head, she stuck out her tongue and dragged it from the base of his cock to the tip.
She licked slowly over the head of his dick in broad strokes, circling it teasingly with her tongue. Mike threw his head back and groaned in pleasure as Sarah swirled her tongue around the sensitive head of his cock.
Sarah slipped him into her mouth, inch by delectable inch.
Her tongue licked and swirled in circles on his cockhead, making him gasp in pleasure.
Mike's entire body shook as the warmth enveloped him in an embrace that was both tender and erotic. His hips bucked instinctively as the texture of Sarah's mouth was her soft lips and the raspy brush of her tongue, gliding against his hot, swollen shaft, sending electrifying waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
"Fuuuuck yeah, Sarah," Mike groaned out, savoring the sensation of her talented tongue on his most vulnerable parts.
Her tongue swirled around the underside of his mushroom tip, sucking gently on the engorged flesh. Moans escaped Mike's lips as she worshipped his cock with her mouth. Her breasts jiggled and bounced enticingly as she bobbed her head up and down, her mouth filled with his dick.
Sarah's lascivious tongue continued its work of darting in and out, tasting his pre-cum and running it across her tongue. She felt his thighs tremble beneath her as she began to move her head more enthusiastically.
Sarah wrapped her lips around the head of his shaft and flicked her tongue over the sensitive tip, causing Mike to thrash in pleasure. She sucked him hard and began to slide her mouth along his shaft, taking it deep into the back of her throat.
As she slid her mouth up and down, Sarah could feel Mike's cock harden even more in her mouth. He groaned in ecstasy as she took him deeper, massaging his balls with one hand and gripping his ass firmly with the other.
"Fuck, Sarah," he growled, hips bucking upward as she sucked him.
Sarah felt the tip of Mike's shaft touch the back of her throat, and she swallowed around him, earning a strangled moan from Mike. She was making good progress, especially since this was her first time giving head to a patient, albeit a very, very attractive one.
She sucked hungrily, eager to hear more of those moans and feel Mike's rock-hard cock trembling in her mouth. Her hand began moving along his shaft in tandem with her mouth, stroking in slow, tight circles.
Sarah loved the challenge his size presented, feeling the resistance every time she pushed down and the way his head would push back against her mouth as she sucked him, tickling the back of her throat.
Mike reached down and grabbed Sarah's head with both hands, holding her steady and thrusting deeper into her mouth, letting out a low moan as Sarah sucked hard and moaned in response.
Sarah only managed to engulf half of his massive length at first, but with her expression a mixture of determination and enthusiasm, she took more of him into her mouth, creating an almost non-stop motion.
Mike's eyes rolled back in his head in pleasure, he gripped her head, his fingers clenching tightly, sweat pouring down his forehead as he bucked against her, his hips moving of their own accord.
Feeling her throat stretching thin, and his girth feeling enormous, Sarah began to milk his cock expertly with her mouth, her tongue almost dancing rings around the head of his penis.
Sarah wanted to prove just how good she could be at giving head and Mikes cock served as the perfect challenger.
She drove her mouth down harder, his erection hitting the back of her throat. Only a few inches remained to be conquered, but the fullness of him threatened to choke her.
Sarah wasn't satisfied, she was going to take all of him.
Gripping his thighs, she sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks inward, and relaxing her throat so that he was able to slide deeper into her mouth.
She felt him hit the back of her throat, the sensation sending delicious sensations up her spine and tightening her nipples through the flimsy fabric of her bra.
Mike's cock pushed deeper and deeper still, eventually hitting the back of Sarah's throat once more. Her eyes watered, not from discomfort but from a building arousal that she hadn't felt in a very long time.
Sarah came up for a breath, before diving back down. Her hands were now wrapped around Mike's hips, pulling him deeper into her mouth as she did so.
She finally felt her nose press against the shaved at base of his cock before she pulled back, taking in a deep breath before diving back in.
Mike's fingernails dug into Sarah's scalp as she sucked him off, her mouth and throat adjusting to accommodate his impressive size.
Saliva slid down her chin as she choked on Mike's thick cock, a sensation that only added to the filthy pleasure of the act.
The first deep throat was a challenge, but the second and third times were so much easier, Mike groaning in approval as Sarah saturated his cock with her saliva.
Soon enough Sarah went from pulling Mike's cock out of her mouth every now and then to sucking on him continuously, her deft movements making Mike's body writhe in pleasure.
She took his whole length with each bob
of her head, feeling the thick, veiny shaft fill her mouth and throat. Mike groaned and panted, thrusting his hips up to meet her enthusiastic oral skills.
Mike's cock felt like a steel rod, so hot and smooth against her tongue. With each thrust, Sarah swirled her tongue around the tip of his rod, taking delight in the talent she'd discovered she possessed.
Michael began to pant, his body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure.
"You're such a dirty girl, Sarah," Michael whispered, his voice hoarse.
Sarah removed his cock from her mouth and asked, "want me to stop?" in a throaty voice, giving him a sly look from beneath her eyelashes as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Michael shook his head, a look of pure lust in his eyes. "No," he growled, "don't you dare stop."
He pushed Sarah's head back down, not wanting the pleasure to end.
Sarah continued even more eagerly than before, as she wanted to draw out his release. She ran her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft and took the head in her mouth, playing with it delicately.
Feeling the impending orgasm, Michael tugged at her hair, pulling Sarah's head down on him repeatedly.
To describe what the build up felt like for Michael was difficult, because at this point, words couldn't do it justice. But the closest he could describe it was an erratic need that wouldn't abate, a hunger that wouldn't be satiated, and an itch that was finally being scratched. He wanted to feel the release, the shattering of his will, the pleasure that came with that moment when his entire being was focused on the tip of his cock.
Just when Michael was about to lose control completely, Sarah pulled away from him.
The force of the first shot of cum could have taken out someone's eye, and the volume would have been enough to fill a shot glass. The pressure behind the next few shots were no less remarkable.
Each rope could fill an egg cup to the brim, and the sheer force behind them was enough to leave Michael panting in their wake.
Mike covered himself with cum as Sarah looked on with an evil smile.
"Feel better Mister?" Sarah asked, batting her eyelashes innocently.
Mike could only nod as the final wave of pleasure crested over him.
He looked at her, eyes glassy with the sated pleasure of orgasm. "Jesus Christ," he sighed, breathing hard.
Sarah laughed and got off the bed. "Would you say I am better than Lorraine then?" she asked, feeling a sense of pride rising within her.
Mike took a moment to gather his breath before replying, "You're the one who can make me cum like that, so yes, you're far better than Lorraine."
Sarah blushed at the compliment, but then quickly went to work, picking up the wet wipes on her tray and wiping away traces of cum from Mike's chest and belly. Mike watched her carefully, enjoying the caring gesture and her rosy blush.
With the last dabble of cum, Sarah swiped her finger across his toned stomach and into her mouth. She smiled at the taste of him still lingering there.
Mike raised an eyebrow at her action, which only caused her smile to grow wider.
"No need to waste it," Sarah said, shrugging cutely.
Mike felt a wave of tiredness wash over him. He hadn't cum that hard in a long time.
Sarah's mouth had driven him insane, and her skillful hands had taken him to the edge and thrown him off the deep end.
Mike couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh as he watched her put away the wet wipes on her tray.
Sarah turned back to him, smiling.
As she leaned over him, the soft curves of her breasts pressed against his chest, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Her lips brushed against his, and he returned the kiss with an urgency that surprised him and made Sarah gasp softly.
She broke contact with him, panting softly. She turned to the stool next to the bed and took a seat, an air of satisfaction surrounding her. Michael, on the other hand, shivered in the sheets, his body still reeling from the intense pleasure she'd just given him.
Sarah dropped her pants revealing the lack of underwear and the glistening mound of her pussy. Her plump labia hung low, and her clit protruded proudly, still tingling from the constant attention she had paid Mike earlier.
She sat down, stark naked and letting her juices drip down the insides of her thighs.
Michael watched her with ravenous eyes, unable to take his gaze away from the feminine allure that Sarah possessed. He hadn't had sex in weeks due to his accident, and the desire that burned inside him was setting him on fire. Yet his orgasm rendered his cock limp and weak, languidly laying on his stomach.
Sarah, with a sinister smile, glanced at Mike's body and let out a deep-seated moan of desire. "Look at you," she said seductively, her voice gravely with lust. "Are you satisfied? Or are you ready for more?"
Mike scoffed and shook his head, "You silly woman, you just milked the soul out my body."
Sarah smirked at his words, and traced her fingers around the rim of her opening, "My goodness, so feisty after a good milking."
She then proceeded to part her lips invitingly, and began to tease her clit, slowly yet deliberately.
Mike, watching her, swallowed hard. She looked like a wanton temptress, hungry and needy, and it was all he could do not to bury himself inside her; yet, his cock remained unresponsive.
Sarah's fingers delved between her swollen lips, coating them in her own wetness. Before long Sarah's hands thrashed around on her bare pussy in a flirtatious dance of lust.
All too soon, Sarah's breath quickened as her index and middle fingers strummed her aching clit in erratic circles, her fingertips slipping and sliding around her wetness drenching them.
Sarah's swollen pussy glistened with need as her two fingers curled upwards, then slipped inside her warmth.
"Don't worry about me," she panted playfully, her voice low and sultry. "I can handle myself."
The orgasm racking her body confirmed her words. Sarah moaned softly, thrusting her hips violently at her own fingers as she worked her clit and channel in unison, feeling her climax build quickly.
Mike watched, his body unable to respond despite the desire surging through him. He couldn't deny that Sarah's performance was beyond captivating: her eyes fluttering closed, back arching off the stool in a rush of pleasure; the sounds of her slickness as she furiously rubbed her pussy; the way her perfect breasts bounced in rhythm.
It was all driving him wild.
Before he knew it, Sarah's eyes snapped open, and her cries of pleasure grew louder and more intense. She was about to climax. Her free hand gripped the stool as she fucked herself rapidly and without shame, her gaze never leaving Mike's.
Mike's body felt like it was on fire. He needed to touch himself so badly, but he couldn't. Watching Sarah fucked herself with abandon sent powerful waves of desire flooding through him, yet he could only lie there helplessly, painfully turned on with nothing to do.
But Mike wasn't ready to give up just yet. His cock was starting to regain its strength, hardening with every one of Sarah's breathy moans. He wanted to be a part of this, wanted to feel her pussy clench around his cock as she came.
His hand moved down to his cock and began stroking it slowly, the sensation of Sarah's gaze on him adding to the arousal building in his core.
Sarah watched Mike from her perch on the stool, her body still reeling from the orgasm she had just given herself. Seeing him touch himself, feeling those skilled hands of his wrap around his cock again, sent another wave of pleasure through her.
She moaned softly, fingers slipping back inside herself as she rocked her hips against her own hand.
Mike's gummy worm-like cock would not harden as quickly as his mind desired, so he lay there stroking his cock slowly in time with Sarah's moans, enjoying the heat of her breath as she gasped for air, her eyes never leaving his hand.
Sarah matched Mike's movements with her own, curling and uncurling her fingers inside herself while using her thumb to flick against her clit, which was already throbbing and swollen with arousal.
"Fuck, I want you so much," he growled, gripping his soft prick tighter.
Sarahs orgasms two through five quickly followed, each one stronger than the last. Convulsions wracked her petite frame, her toes curling as ropes of ecstasy dripped from her channel and between her fingers.
The final wave began to radiate through her limbs.
Her pussy contracted around her own fingers, and she let out a loud, wanton moan that echoed through the sterile, hospital room.
Sarah looked at the clock, quitting time. She stood up, still wet, and wiped her fingers on her pants. Her breath was heavy with arousal as she glanced at Michael's prone form.
She had to do one last thing before leaving.
Sarah leaned her lips close to Michael's ear and whispered, "Just wait until tomorrow, because I need more than just our hands."
Mike's cock could've broken the sound barrier as it went from gummy to concrete hard in the blink of an eye. He tensed, his body reacting to every word Sarah said, his heart rate climbing to levels higher than it had ever been. He didn't reply, afraid the words that were on the tip of his tongue would break the spell Sarah had woven around him.
Tomorrow...
The word hung in the air, tantalizing and exotic, promising a whole new level of pleasure.
The thought of Sarah's body wrapped around his, demanding his attention, sent electrical charges coursing through his veins.
She left the clinic without a backward glance, leaving Michael alone with his raging hard-on. Before long, Charles walked in, finding Michael lying on the bed trying to hide the telephone pole between his thighs with the hospital gown that was draped across his waist.
"Hey buddy, good to see you're feeling better," Charles remarked, noticing Michael's newfound arousal. "Looks like we might have a problem here now."
Mike awkwardly tried to cover up, not wanting Charles to see him like that. "I'm fine, man, just had a bit of a moment there. It's all passed now," he said, but the bulge beneath the gown told a different story. A story that would peak tomorrow