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November 19, 2007

Chubby eats a lot

Filed under: doctor tushy, shaved pussy, medical stories — Administrator @ 6:38 am

On our next date he took me to a French place. Good food, with
lots of cream sauces and the like. This time he ordered for me.
Again the portion was very large. After dinner he took me to a pie
house not far from the college. I had a double helping of apple pie
ala mode. As he took me back to the dorms I was so stuffed that I
was almost in pain. This time I took him to my room, my roommate
was out of town. We spent the rest of the night making slow
passionate love. I began to figure out that Bob liked me to eat.
And was beginning to see that he liked me fat.

We were married two weeks after graduation. I had put on
another twenty pounds and my mother was telling me how chubby I had
gotten. She told me that 150 pounds was too much to weigh for
somebody as short as I was. Well I didn’t tell her the promise that
I had made to Bob. I promised that as long as we were married I
would never diet and that I would eat everything put in front of me.

Our honeymoon was a constant feast for me. We spent it in San
Francisco. I think we hit every restaurant in the town. I ate so
much that by the end of the two weeks I couldn’t fit into most of my
clothes. But that was only the beginning. We set up housekeeping
in this house and I have never regretted it. I spent most of the
early months getting used to my new routine. I would wake up in the
morning to a huge breakfast left by Bob as he went to work. After
breakfast I would get up shower, and move to the front room. There
I would constantly snack until Bob returned from work around 5:00
PM. Bob would then treat me to a huge dinner and late night
snacking. Needless to say I began to gain at an alarming rate.

October 7, 2007

Sex With a Nurse

Filed under: hardcore, gyno, nude nurses, medical stories — Administrator @ 6:35 am

“OK.” She ferreted out a clean sheet of paper and put the form to one side.
“When was your first sexual experience?” Well, this took me by surprise a
little. ” Do you mean masturbation, or real intercourse%3

September 14, 2007

Raunchy Nurse Fucking

Filed under: medical sex, gyn exams, medical stuff, shaved pussy, medical stories — Administrator @ 9:06 am

Guildford General did have a vacancy for a qualified Staff Nurse, in fact for
two of them. An interview was arranged for the following friday with the ward
sister, Angela Leighton, just after lunch. The receptionist told me they’d
had dozens of enquiries from an advert in a local paper, so my hopes were
pretty grim.

I wasted half an hour trying on various outfits - I settled on a medium-length
wollen skirt with a businesslike creme silk chemise, without the bra - I
didn’t want them to think I was some old fogey, or whatever.

September 6, 2007

Ball Deep Fuck

Filed under: medical sex, speculums, nude nurses, gyn exams, medical stuff, shaved pussy, medical stories — Administrator @ 10:40 am

Breath whooshed from me as he entered; the feel of the full length of John’s
cock stretching me comfortably and juicily made me woozy with pleasure: before
I recovered I felt the brief intimate slap of his balls against my smooth
bottom-cheeks and his hand pulling at my left nipple again. The sensations
overwhelmed me, rode me up my pleasure, too many to keep track of. I could
feel all his veins in his cock as it pressed in, the pleasure-pain in my soft
breasts, his weight forcing me, taking me, the butterball heat-itch in my
middle being scratched with his slick, blunt fuck-tool. I gasped out, my hair
dischevelled, my hands at his chest, my legs wrapped around his bottom,
looking in his eyes as he pounded me now, a thin sweat on his muscular body -
bigger than me, taking me - his thickness stove in and out, moving my pleasure
on, closer to blotting me.

September 2, 2007

Nympho Nurse

Filed under: medical sex, enema, medical stuff, shaved pussy, medical stories — Administrator @ 7:58 am

He shifted, pushing me on my back and rising - I opened my legs to him, held
out my arms for him as he positioned himself above me - in the half-light I
could see the outlines of his cock as it rose past his navel. I would have it
- in me - now! At the thought I felt an unbearable sticky itch within me that
only his cock could scratch, I murmured, “Fuck your cock in me, Fuck me!”
With one hand he forced it down, pushed the plump head up and down in my slick
entrance, pressed on the hood over my clitoris, then, as if tiring of teasing
me, he manouvered his stiff, vein-ribbed dong, it was stiff, stiff, to the
inner channel, then quickly, smoothly, pushed it all, all of the stiff, in my
hot, oily tunnel.

August 29, 2007

Fucked Nurse

Filed under: hardcore, enema, speculums, shaved pussy, medical stories — Administrator @ 4:11 am

I lay there passively, as his
suction drove pleasure throughout my body, radiating from my nipples, my
breath deepening. He lay on his side at my side, now, and I could feel the
heat of his cock throbbing against the cool, smooth skin of my thigh. It felt
bigger than its seven inches (I’ve measured it for him!), hot and blunt; I
couldn’t stop my bottom shifting in the bed of its own accord to turn and
press my thighs against it, my breasts against his lightly-haried chest. Now
I felt my usual urgent need to be taken by him, to be overwhelmed; my open
mouth found his and our tongues talked and chattered. His large hands ranged
down over my bottom, first pressing it down to push my delta gainst his stiff
tool, then to part the globes with his palms while running his forefinger
lightly over my anus, then down, gently, to make small, gentle circles at the
now sticky bottom of my vagina while his other hand tweaked a nipple sharply.

August 16, 2007

A Nurse Fucking

Filed under: speculums, doctor tushy, shaved pussy, medical stories — Administrator @ 8:28 am

I moved to Guildford two years ago; John was transferred and I had to leave my
job as a secretary for Colson’s, a wine importer back in Warminster. I had no
real qualifications, but we needed the money from both of us working - and I
was getting bored fixing up the new house and window-shopping in the town
centre. Eventually John bought up my old nursing qualification - It’d already
occurred to me, but I wasn’t sure that it was what I wanted now. I’d drifted
into the classes at 16, with nothing else to do, and passed the qualifiying
exams, then after half-heartedly applying for a couple of local posts thrown
it all up and worked for Colson’s for four stagnant years.

John thought it was a great idea. “Give them a call tomorrow, love”, he said,
nestled under my arm as we lay in bed that night. His hands were wandering
about in their familiar and welcome pre-sex rounds; I lay back, relaxed as he
gently turned me on, stroking the outline of my thighs, the curve of my
bottom, my stomach. I saw him looking at my nipples under my T shirt - he
knows how sensitive they are, what they do to me - and I felt the melting
begin in my tummy as he pulled the T shirt up to my shoulders and sucked the
nearest erect nipple between his warm lips, tweaking the other between the
outside of his index and middle fingers.

August 7, 2007

Sleeping Sex fetish

Filed under: sleeping sex, mind control, medical stories — Administrator @ 2:56 pm

Archive-name: Control/somno-1.txt
Archive-author:
Archive-title: Somno-Aussie Sex (part 1)

“Captain’s Log, stardate 9302.08. After cashing in the winning
Lotto ticket, entitling me to three million dollars a year for the next
thirty years, I am travelling to Australia to fulfill a fantasy of mine.
I gave one million of the first three to FX so he can live in style. My
current plans include finding a wealthy heiress and making her my Sugar
Mama as well as slave.

“My power continues to grow. I can put women to sleep and give them
suggestions which are obeyed without question when they awake. I plan
to…”

“Would you like another drink, sir?” asked Lori, the first class
stewardess. She was a long-haired blonde with huge tits and a pretty
face, very pretty as a matter of fact. Chris stopped the mini-cassette
recorder.

“Uh, no thank you, Miss.”

“Well, just try to get some sleep then. It is four hours before we
land in Sydney.”

“I will, Miss. You try to too.” Lori smiled at Chris’ remark as
she had been taught in Smile School, when all other expressions had been
brainwashed out of her. She walked back to her seat. Her job this
flight was easy. Chris and another women were the only first class
passengers.

The other woman was obviously well off. She wore an expensive
‘power suit’ and her fingers were ringed, heavily. She was in her
mid-30s and was attractive, though not gorgeous like Lori. She had long
brown hair, currently pinned up. Her position was read mode.

Lori sat back in her stewardess seat. Her passengers were happy and
now she could get a little reading of her own done. She buried herself
in Danielle Steel’s latest. She dimmed the first class lights, leaving
only her reading lamp on.

After only a few seconds, Lori yawned. She was incredibly tired for
some odd reason. No, she thought, I really…shouldn’t…fall…

Within moments, Lori and the executive snoozed. Their
expressions were calm, they were at peace. Their minds were in neutral.
Several suggestions flowed into their minds. They nodded in approval.

Lori opened her eyes and looked at herself. She had the wrong
uniform on! And she had no idea how to get it off! It was tight and
confining. Her real uniform was under it. All she had to do was find
someone who could figure out how this wrong uniform came off.

Lori stood up. She could hardly breathe. The wrong uniform was
definitely going to have to go now! She walked up to Chris.

“Excuse me, sir.”

“Yes?”

“Could you help me? I have the wrong uniform on and I was hoping
you could help me get it off.”

“No problem.”

“Thanks.”

The executive, who was named Catherine, walked over to Chris and
Lori.

“Stewardess?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“It says on my ticket I am in that seat there and this is the ‘Loose
Clothing Row’. Could you explain that?”

“Uh, yes, ma’am.” Lori’s sense of duty to her passengers outweighed
her discomfort at the moment. “You can’t have any clothing fastened
except underwear in this row.”

“Thank you.”

Catherine reached down to her jacket. She unbuttoned the single
button and reached up to the top of her blouse.

“Now, could you help me, sir?”
“Sure, your jacket unfastens by these two buttons here.”

“OK.” Lori unbuttoned her uniform jacket and laid it on the seat
behind Chris.

“Next, your skirt had a snap there and a zipper there.”

“I hope you’re right.” Lori did as she was told and was rewarded
by her skirt becoming loose and able to be removed. She wore nude
stockings and a black garter belt with matching panties. She set the
skirt on the jacket.

Catherine had finished with her blouse, revealing her D cups
confined in a red teddy. She moved to her sleeves.

“Now the blouse, Lori. You start at the top and keep unbuttoning
until the two sides are unconnected in the front.”

Without comment, Lori began de-buttoning her blouse, believing her
real work uniform lied beneath. Instead, she showed Chris a lacy black
bra and her lovely body.

Catherine’s skirt was now undone and it fell to the floor. She
left it in the aisle and sat next to Chris.

“Do you think the fasteners on my teddy to my stockings count?
And how about my heels?” she asked him.

“Well, from what I heard, people on the outside can’t even have
underwear fastened.” countered Chris.

“Oh well.” She moved to untie her teddy.

“Well, thank you. I feel much better.” said Lori.

“No problem.”

“You know that woman sitting next to you is gorgeous! Pretty,
great body, big firm tits. Is she with you?”

“Yes, she is my slave.” Chris kept his voice low, as did Lori.

“Really.”

“Yes, the only way anyone gets a crack at her is to also be my
slave.”

“What do I have to do to be your slave also?”

By this time, Catherine had undone her teddy’s top and crotch,
her garters on her stockings and her shoes, which came right off. She
lied back to sleep.

“Well,” Chris took a second to knock Catherine out, “you have to
make your face blank, do the ‘I hear and I obey, Master.’. Stuff like
that.”

“OK, I’m a good actress. I can act like a zombie.” Lori’s face
suddenly went blank. Her arms went limp at her sides. She stood, eyes
rolled up.

“Yes, Master. I await your orders.” Lori said, in a blank tone.

“To have the privilege of my slave Catherine, you must prove
yourself worthy. You must fellate me to the best of your ability.”

“At once, Master.” Her voice still had the slow, flat zombie
tone.

Moving to in front of Chris, who was in the front row, Lori knelt
before him. Without looking, she reached up to his pants. Her undoin
gof his belt was slow and mechanical.

“Do you think she’s buying it?” Lori whispered normally, leaning
forward.

“Shhh. She’ll react when she’s ready and she believes you.”

“OK, no more out of character.”

Lori, who had been a snotty stewardess five minutes before,
finished undoing Chris’ belt and then his pants. She leaned forward
again and imitated the zipper. She restrained her ability to give head
enough to continue to act zombie-like. She did, however, close her
eyes.

Catherine opened her eyes and returned the seat back to the
infamous ’straight’ position. She stood, a true zombie, ready to obey.

“What is your name?”

“Catherine Vizcaino.”

“Catherine, what do you do for a living?”

“I am a financial manager.”

“Do you have any Australian clients?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Of these, are any rich, female, single and beautiful?”

“Only one who fits your criteria, Master.”

“Write down her name, address and phone number on a piece of paper
and give the paper to me.”

Catherine stepped over the fellating Lori to goto her original
seat. She reached upto the overhead compartment for her briefcase.
Pulling it down, she balanced it on her seat back and opened it. She
found the electronic rolodex and began going through it. After a few
moments, she stopped. She then wrote on a piece of paper.

Turning back to Chris, she walked to him with the paper.
Catherine’s briefcase fell off the seat back and stuff scattered
everywhere. She handed the piece of paper to Chris, who filed it in his
top pocket.

Lori had not stopped going down on Chris, in hopes of impressing
the two passengers. She wanted Catherine’s huge tits and her own
sizable chest to collide, to rub together. Her pussy moistened at the
thought of eating Catherine’s pussy. It did not matter that she had had
only a minor lesbian episode in Smile School. She would not be
satisfied without this woman!

“Lori, how often do you have sex?” Lori’s answer took a moment or
two.

“Master, I fuck my boyfriend about once a week, but if I am busy
working, I cannot do it that often.”

“And you, Catherine?” Her answer was instant.

“I’ve been fucking my way to the top, Master. I sleep with my
bosses and file fake sexual harrassment charges on anyone who gets in my
way.”

“Then fuck me, Catherine.”

“My body lives to serve your will, Master.” Without hesitation,
Catherine swung her leg over Chris and reached down to his cock, to put
it in herself. She began to slowly fuck him.

“May I fondle my fellow slave, Master?” Lori’s eyes showed a bit
of excitement.

“Do as you wish, Lori.”

She smiled. Lori reached back and undid her bra. She had believed
her uniform was on but now lust filled her mind. She thought only of
sex. She reached to her shoulder straps and slid her bra off. Her
double D cup breasts were quite firm and would’ve easily landed her a
job in ‘Bazooka County’.

Lori reached over to the zombied Catherine. She slid off her
blouse and slid down her teddy, revealing another pair of great tits.
She slid Catherine’s arms out of the shoulder straps before she began to
kiss the passengerette.

Catherine’s fucking remained slow and steady. Of course, her pussy
was very wet from Chris’ control and her nipples were terribly erect as
they made contact with another pair of boobs. She only could pucker,
she could not actually ‘kiss’ Lori.

Chris, as usual, got off on the control of the two snotty women.
It was justifiable that he did this to these women. After all…

POOF!

“What do you have to say for yourself?” the power-filled female
voice intoned.

“What do you mean?” Chris was nude, so he covered himself as best
he could in the smoke-filled chamber.

“You have been violating women.”

“So?”

“It offends me.”

“Who asked you?”

“I run this MUD. You have been violating women. That is sexual
harrassment.”

“Wrong answer, thank you for playing. This is not a MUD,
knucklehead.”

POOF!

Chris was in a jail cell. It seemed he was in solitary
confinement.

“Until you learn respect for women, I will confine you here.”

“And how am I supposed to show respect confined here?”

“You will mail me a series of letters of apology at my email
address. I will forward them to all the women you have offended. When
this is finished, I will let you out of jail.”

“Listen, this is NOT a MUD. This is a short story on
alt.sex.stories.”

“It’s not a MUD?”

“NO!”

“Sorry.”

POOF!

Lori’s tits pressed against Catherine’s sizable knockers as the two
women shared a kiss. Lori reached up and felt the brunette’s other
breast. She squeezed the big tit and fondled the hard nipple between
her fingers.

Catherine reached over with her left hand and clumsily moved into
Lori’s panties. She pushed against them and rubbed them, as if they
were not there.

Lori reached down with her right hand. She took Catherine’s left
hand, the one trying to access her cunt and moved it under the black
undies. She was immediately probed with three ringed fingers delving
into her. She brought up her right leg and put it on Chris’ thigh, so
Catherine could better…stimulate…her. Oh, this is good, she
thought.

Chris began to move in response to Catherine’s wet pussy on his
cock. He was sooo(!) glad that his powers caused a woman’s pussy to
automatically moisten. He had saved a lot on Vaseline because of this.
He watched Catherine’s tits bounce ever so slightly as she fucked him.

Lori put her right hand on Catherine’s shoulder for balance and
moved her left hand down. She reached the unsnapped crotch of the
teddy. She found her lover’s clit and she stimulated it while the fuck
continued.

This series of events continued for some time.

About five minutes later, Chris felt like cumming. He knew it
would be damn irresponsible to come in Catherine, so he decided Lori was
the answer.

Without a word, Catherine dismounted him and stood next to him.
Her right hand moved to her pussy and she continued to stimulate it.
Her breathing grew in speed and shallowness.

“Lori, eat my cum.”

“At once, Master.” Lori let a smile cross her face. She kept her
eyes on the masturbating Catherine as she knelt next to Chris.

She began to fellate, but this time with all her sizable skill. It
wasn’t long before…

Chris came in Lori’s mouth. She, of course, tried to swallow all
of it, but some of it came out of her mouth. She prepared to wipe it
off with her hand.

“No, Catherine must lick it off.” Lori smiled.

“A great idea, Master.”

Lori approached the financial manager, who had 3 to 4 inches of
height on her. Catherine bent down a tad and licked her face, removing
all traces of cum.

“Now, return to where and how you were when I put you to sleep.
Remember only a sexy dream involving me.”

“Yes, Master.” the girls answered together.

The girls gathered their clothing together. They re-put on and
re-fastened. They re-tied and re-snapped. Soon, they had re-turned to
their seats, and they began to re-ad their books, re-viving as they did
so.

Chris lied back, exhausted. Control still took a lot out of him.
He hoped FX had finished the new rings by the time he got to the Sydney
Marriott. He checked into his pocket and noted the name on the piece of
paper. OK, rich Mary, meet your Master.

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