Sarah's Stories - Naughty Nurse

Dear Readers,

Sadly, this chapter closes the story, although it may have a twist you weren't expecting. I have enjoyed writing it and thinking about my days as a young student nurse. I hope it has aroused you as much as it has aroused me. Sarah. xxx

It had been a few months since the day I let Omar and Tex fuck me for money at Stanley’s house, after which, out of sympathy, I also let Stanley himself fuck me for free; after all, he had arranged the very well-paying event. Following that day, I had taken Stanley up on his offer of allowing him to pimp me out to his friends, most of whom were all well over sixty. However, I was surprised at how much vigor many of them had in the bedroom department, and apart from the odd exception, I always finished a session with them feeling satisfied physically and very well rewarded financially, especially when I agreed to do some of the rather more perverse things a couple of the dirty old cunts asked of me. As well as servicing many of Stanley’s friends, Omar had arranged for me to be the evening's entertainment for him and several of his black friends on a few occasions too. Oh, how I loved those nights with several black men ramming their huge cocks into every hole.

Work was also going well, and I was now almost at the end of my nursing training, under the guidance of my matron Sandra, who was also providing me with plenty of private work, so between what I was making from that and the cash I was making from my other activities, I was taking care of Stanley. I had saved enough to upgrade my car, something that several of my colleagues and, in fact, Sandra herself noticed. Sandra commented about my new car and asked to have a look at it. After talking to me for a few minutes, Sandra mentioned that she needed to speak to me about the private work I had been doing for her and also about the completion of my nursing training and her final sign-off assessment report. She added that, as she shouldn’t be discussing private work during hospital time, she felt it would be better if I came to her house one evening to go through everything.

I agreed, and a couple of days later I found myself knocking on Sandra’s door, all ready for my meeting with her, confident that all was surely well; otherwise, she wouldn’t be conducting the interview process at her house. My confidence was further boosted when, once inside, Sandra offered me a glass of wine. We sat and chatted whilst drinking wine—quite a lot of it, as it happens—mostly about non-work stuff like her asking me how my mother was if I had holiday plans, and so forth. The wine had gone down quite well, although it seemed I’d drank most of it, and I felt a little lightheaded when Sandra suddenly announced that we needed to get down to business.

“Sarah!” Sandra said, looking at me. “Whilst your training has gone very well and I have been impressed with both your efforts at the hospital and also your private work, Stanley has brought something to my attention, making me aware that you have been rather a naughty nurse over the last few months.”

My heart began to race, and I suddenly felt my face flushing. “My god! What does she know? How much has Stanley told her?” I thought to myself. As I processed her words and racked my brain to think of my response, Sandra continued by telling me I had nothing to worry about and that I would qualify as a nurse. She also told me she would keep me updated on the private work, but there was a condition attached. I breathed heavily, and with a lump in my throat, I asked her what the condition was. Sandra stood and asked me to stand too.

We were now face-to-face less than an arm's length apart. Sandra looked at me and raised her hand to my face. She gently stroked my cheek before she told me that it was only fair that she got to enjoy the same pleasure that Stanley and all his friends had enjoyed and rewarded me for, as if it hadn’t been for her, I wouldn’t have gotten such a good opportunity. I looked at her and asked her what she meant by enjoying the same pleasure, which was when Sandra stepped close to me, her face almost touching mine, and our eyes locked on to one another. “You’re beautiful, and I want you,” Sandra said just before she planted a kiss fully on my lips.

My initial reaction was to flinch and pull my head away. Although I’d kissed a girl before, fooling around, this was different. Sandra was a mature older woman who now seemed intent on seducing me and, if I was reading the situation right, having full-on sex. However, Sandra gently held my face between her hands and continued to kiss me. I had to admit, her lips were full and soft, and I quite liked the kiss. Seconds later, Sandra’s tongue snaked into my mouth, and as I felt the tip of it touch my tongue, I instinctively allowed them to twine around each other, and we were soon kissing passionately in a close embrace.

Sandra broke off the kiss and asked me if I was okay with things progressing. I wanted to say no, but I was in a quandary. If I didn’t go along with her desires, she could ruin my career, besides which I had enjoyed the kiss. I, like everyone else at the hospital, had always had Sandra down as being a mature spinster who had been far too caught up in her work to have time for a husband and had just stayed single. However, the way she kissed me led me to think perhaps she wasn’t married because she was a lesbian. I felt I was too deep to refuse, and I was also intrigued about what sex with a lesbian would be like. I nodded quietly, and Sandra took me by the hand and began leading me through her bedroom.

When we got into her bedroom, we stood at the foot of the bed and kissed again. As we kissed, Sandra began to caress my body, and after a couple of minutes, she began to undress me. As she slowly removed my clothes, she commented on my body and how attractive I was, telling me I had lovely, firm breasts and firm little buttocks. As she spoke, I could feel my insides tingling and my legs shaking. I had no idea what to do and just passively let my 50-year-old female boss strip me naked.

Once I was naked, Sandra took a step back and looked me up and down, admiring my body, licking her lips, and smiling. “Lay down on the bed for me, sweetie.” She softly said,

As I lay back, Sandra began to undress; soon she was only in her underwear, and I saw the shape of her body. Sandra was a largish lady with chunky legs and broad hips, and she had a little pot belly. Her breasts, even in her bra, looked very large, although I guess most people's breasts looked large compared to my own, which didn’t even fill a B cup properly. When Sandra removed her bra and let it fall to the floor, I saw just how large her breasts were. They were full and round, quite firm, and not too saggy for their size and her age. She had very large areolas and long, thick nipples that were dark and hard. My gaze was fixed on Sandra’s large breasts, which swung from side to side as she leaned forward to remove her pants, and when she stood, I was surprised to see that, unlike mine and probably all my friends, her pussy wasn’t shaved. Sandra had a perfectly large triangle of trimmed dark hair covering her pubic mound.

My eyes were fixed on Sandra’s body as she shuffled forward onto the bed, slowly moving between my legs and continuing upwards until she was leaning on her hands, on either side of me. Sandra was looking into my eyes; her large breasts were hanging down, and her nipples were brushing against my breasts. She smiled before leaning forward and kissing me, forcing her tongue into my mouth with her full, soft lips pressed against mine. My heart began to race, and my hands instinctively began to caress my new female lover's soft skin. Sandra broke off the kiss after a minute or two and shuffled further up the bed. She adjusted her legs so one of her thighs was against my pubic mount and one of mine against hers.

Sandra’s new position now meant her big breasts were dangling above my face, her big, long nipples hard and inviting. Sandra must have read my mind and said, "Come on, sweetie, suck Sandra’s nipples like a good girl.” I couldn’t resist and lifted my head a little, clamping one of Sandra’s hard nipples between my lips. I could almost feel it throbbing and tingling as I sucked on it hard. Sandra encouraged me to suck harder than I was and also to alternate between both her nipples. As I sucked, I began to squeeze her large breasts. They felt amazing—so heavy and full—a total contrast to my small breasts.

As I sucked on Sandra’s nipples, she ground her pubic mound against my thigh, and I could feel her wetness flowing out of her pussyfoot, coating my skin. The more Sandra rocked, the harder I sucked on her nipples and squeezed her breasts. Sandra began to breathe a little faster and moaned a little louder as her arousal grew. I loved the feeling of Sandra’s breasts and she pussyfoot rubbing against my leg. Her pussyfoot felt soaking, and I began to think she was going to get herself off, but suddenly she stopped, took a deep breath, and knelt up.

Sandra looked down at me and smiled. “There will be plenty of time for me to cuddle, sweetie. Now, let's take care of you,” she said to me before she once again kissed me and began to kiss my neck as she started to rub her firm, but soft, hands over my breasts. My nipples were tingling at Sandra’s touch, and then she began working her way down my body with her mouth, her soft lips and tongue teasing me. She flicked my nipples with her tongue before sucking on them hard. I moaned, sighed, and writhed with bliss as Sandra covered every inch of my body with her soft mouth until finally, she lay between my legs, her head hovering over my pussy, and I could feel her hot breath on my pussy lips.

Sandra began to tease my pussy lips with the tip of her tongue, and my insides were instantly throbbing. She licked me like I had never been licked before, and I knew I wouldn’t last long until I came. Sandra slowly inserted two fingers into my pussycat as she continued to lick me. I was so wet that her fingers slipped straight in and began to probe around, teasing my insides. I could feel my pussycat contracting around Sandra’s fingers, almost trying to suck them in deeper. Sandra’s fingers seemed so long and flexible as they probed my insides and touched me like I’d never been touched before, sending sexual shock waves through my whole body.

My body briefly went limp, as I had submitted to my lesbian lover, and she could do whatever she wanted to me. I wanted her to do whatever she wanted. I was hers. If this was lesbianism, I was loving it. Sandra clamped my swollen clitoral area between her lips and sucked hard, instantly sending tremors through me, and my whole body began to tense with sexual excitement. My pussycat spasmed and clamped around her fingers as they rubbed me hard. I knew this was it. I breathed deeply and rapidly, my back arched, and I felt my face flushing as the fire in my pussycat radiated through my whole body. I shook as I came hard. My body seemed to shudder for ages before I finally felt Sandra’s fingers leave my throbbing pussy, and I lay there gently panting as I began to relax.

After a couple of minutes, Sandra had moved and was lying beside me. I could feel her large breasts pressing against my arm. "OK, sweetie?” she whispered in my ear. I sighed and acknowledged that I was, and I saw Sandra’s face come into focus. She smiled and began to kiss me. The taste of my cum on her lips made my body tingle all over again, and I wanted more with my lesbian lover. “My turn, sweetie,” Sandra whispered in my ear before she lay on her back and pulled my head towards her breast. I knew what she wanted, and I knew that I wanted to do it.

I leaned my head forward and clamped my lips onto one of Sandra’s huge nipples. She moaned as I sucked it, and I shuffled my body up off the bed and moved so I was now lying on top of Sandra, my legs between hers, one of my hands needing her large breast while I sucked on each of her nipples in turn. I loved the feel of Sandra’s large fleshy breasts, so much bigger than mine, and I needed them both as I sucked on her nipples for several minutes. Although I was enjoying what I was doing, I was nervous and new to sex with a woman, and Sandra sensed my inexperience and nervousness. She gently caressed my head and told me she loved the feel of my soft mouth on her body. Then she began to gently push my head down her torso, guiding me towards her pussycat.

I nervously worked my way down Sandra’s body, kissing and feeling her fleshy torso as I went, until finally, I was lying between her legs, staring at her swollen pussy lips, which were just below her perfectly coiffured triangle of dark pubic hair. Her actual pussy lips were smooth, and I could see them pulsing slightly. My heart was beating; I was so nervous and wondered if I could lick another woman’s pussycat. “Come on, sweetie, lick it for me.” Sandra softly said as she put a hand on the back of my head, encouraging me to lick her pussycat.

I leaned my head forward and tentatively stuck my tongue between her soft, plump pussy lips. As soon as her pussy juice hit my tongue, it sent a tingle right through my taste buds and into my body. Just that one taste of Sandra’s sweet nectar and I was hooked. Her juices flowed, covering my lips and chin, and the scent of her sex rushed up my nose. I probed my tongue deeper and pressed my lips against her pussy lips, almost like I was passionately kissing someone, my tongue probing deep into the soft, warm hole. Sandra groaned and began to rock her hips as I liked, kissing and sucking on her pussycat.

Although I was new to this, I was loving it, and clearly, my actions were having the desired effect on Sandra. She was squirming and groaning with sexual joy. I briefly looked up and saw her amazingly large breasts wobbling and swaying as she writhed around. I couldn't resist; I reached my hands up and squeezed them. “Oooooh Sweetie! Yes! Pull my nipples.” Sandra said it in a firm tone. I complied and gripped her nipples hard, squeezing them as she moaned even louder.

Sandra was rocking her pelvis so hard that her pubic mound was almost bruising my top lip, but I kept my mouth clamped firmly on her swollen clitoral area as she writhed beneath me. I could hear her gasping and breathing rapidly, letting out little moans, "Ooooh, yes! Oooh, fuck, sweetie, do it! Ohhh yes! Oh god!” Sandra lifted her legs a little before bending them at the knee and planting her feet flat on the mattress. She arched her back and lifted her pelvis before she grasped a handful of my hair. She ground my mouth against her clitoral area, and I squeezed her nipples hard.

Sandra grunted and then shrieked as she began to orgasm. Her first orgasmic jolt knocked my head back a few inches, and then a hot spurt of her cumin juice hit me in the face. I was shocked and tried to pull away, but Sandra kept hold of my head. Her body spasmed several times, each one accompanied by a spurt of her cum. As I gasped, it filled my mouth, and I had to swallow the sweet-tasting juice, which flowed like honey to my stomach. Finally, Sandra began to relax. She let go of my hair and flopped down onto the bed, breathing hard. She grabbed hold of me and pulled me onto her. "Ok, fuck, sweetie.” She moaned as we kissed and embraced each other.

Several minutes after Sandra had cum and we had enjoyed a soft embrace, she began to get up, telling me that I had done very well for my first time giving a woman oral pleasure and that she had a special treat for me. Sandra got off the bed and told me to lay on my back with my eyes closed while she got my treat ready. I complied and waited in anticipation as I heard Sandra moving around her bedroom. A few drawers opened and closed, and then I felt her climbing back onto the bed, shuffling between my legs, which she pulled apart, raising my knees a little so my feet were flat on the mattress. Just as I was wondering what was next, my waiting was over.

“Open your eyes, sweetie,” Sandra said. I did as asked, and my eyes almost popped out of my head. Sandra was kneeling in between my legs and was wearing a strap on her dildo. It was black, long, and very thick. “I’ve been told you like a nice big black cock.” Sandra said, smiling. “I’m going to give it to you with my nice big black toy, sweetie. Would you like that?” Sandra asked me, still smiling. My heart thumped inside my chest, and I could feel my pussycat throbbing in anticipation. I’d never had a big dildo done to me, never mind done by a woman. I smiled, bit the corner of my lip, and nodded.

I watched very intently as Sandra squirted a little lube onto the black dildo before spreading it along the length of it and liberally coating the tip. She then squirted a little more lube onto her fingers and lowered her hand to my pussycat. When the cool gel hit me, I jumped and giggled. “I know you're wet, sweetie, but this is a very big dildo,” Sandra said with a reassuring smile. Sandra wasn’t wrong. As I nervously looked at it, bobbing up and down as she moved, I was convinced it was even bigger, certainly thicker, than Omar’s cock, and he hurt like hell when he first penetrated me.

Sandra shuffled forward and leaned forward a little so the dildo disappeared from my sight, between my legs. I felt the tip of it slide between my pussy lips. Sandra then leaned forward onto her arms on either side of me, and I felt the dildo begin to slide into my love hole. Sandra’s huge breasts were dangling down, her nipples rubbing against my skin. I instinctively cupped Sandra’s breasts in my hands and enjoyed the full, heavy feel of them. I was so focused on enjoying Sandra’s large, soft breasts that I hardly noticed the big black dildo penetrating deep into my love hole until the huge girth it had near the base began to stretch my pussy so much I thought I’d split in two.

“Ooooooooohhhhh god!” I moaned as Sandra plunged the dildo deep into me. I spread my legs wider and lifted my knees a little, trying to open up my pussycat more to accommodate the girth of the huge dildo. Sandra was patient—much more patient than any man. She sensed when to push when to pause, and when to withdraw a little to allow my pussycat time to get used to the huge dildo. Finally, she came to rest, her hips pressing against my thighs, with the huge dildo fully inserted.

Sandra began to fuck me, slowly at first, allowing my pussycat maximum adjustment and lubrication time, with my juices already gushing so much they were running down into my bum hole. After a few minutes, Sandra increased the pace of her thrusting. I was so wet that the huge dildo was easily sliding into me, and every so often Sandra would pause, with the dildo fully buried to the hilt, and she would grind her pubic mound against my clitoral area, her pubic hairs causing me maximum stimulation. My pussycat throbbed, and tingles radiated through my body. My nipples tingled, and with every softening, Sandra would brush a hand across my small breasts and tease my nipples even more.

It wasn’t just the feeling of the huge dildo easily sliding in and out of me, my juices squelching, making my pussy throb as it was stretched and rubbed by the huge invader that was driving me wild. The vision of Sandra’s huge breasts bouncing and swaying as she pounded away at my pussycat, her huge, hard nipples pointing right at me, was so arousing. My hands just couldn’t leave them alone, and I constantly squeezed and pulled on them, making Sandra groan almost as much as I was doing as she fucked me. Sandra continued to slightly move her position as she fucked me, stimulating different parts of my pussycat and caressing different parts of my body, rubbing my nipples, and thumbing my clitoral area, sometimes so hard I thought it was going to explode.

I was so close to my orgasm that it was almost painful. I felt I was going to explode if I didn’t cough soon. Sandra was a skilled lesbian lover and must have sensed my arousal. She maneuvered herself so she slid an arm behind my head, leaning on her elbow as she lowered her body down. Her large breasts squashed against my small breasts, and her hard nipples dug into my flesh. Her pubic mound was in direct contact with my clitoral area, and the dildo was buried deep in my pussycat. She said her other hand down onto my buttock, almost pulling me tighter against her pelvis.

A shudder of arousal rumbled through me, and I lifted my legs, wrapping them around Sandra’s broad hips. I caressed her back and ran one hand down over one of her large, soft buttocks, almost mirroring what she was doing with her hand on my buttock, pulling her into me. Sandra began to rock her pelvis slowly, the movements small, and focused on stimulating my clitoral. The feeling was so intense as she ground against me. I begged her to do it harder as I pulled on her buttock, my fingers digging into the warm, soft flesh. She was now grinding so hard that I knew I was going to explode. My pussycat throbbed so much that it hurt, in a pleasurable way I’d never experienced.

Sandra softly murmured in my ear, “Cum for me, sweetie!” and ground even harder. Seconds later, I was over the edge, and a huge orgasm rocked me to the core. My whole body shuddered, and I squeezed her so tightly that my arms ached. We remained locked together, Sandra not moving, as my orgasm rumbled on and on until finally I went limp and felt almost too weak to even speak. Sandra kissed me softly before slowly pulling the dildo from my throbbing pussycat. She got off the bed, and I felt so spent that I just laid there with my eyes closed, a contented smile on my face. Minutes later, I felt Sandra’s body against mine, her arm across my tummy. “You’re a very naughty nurse, Sarah. You can have your fun, but always remember you're my naughty nurse.” Sandra softly whispered in my ear as I drifted off to sleep.

Some thirty years later, I was myself a matron. I had, over those years, as most girls do, changed in body shape, gaining a few pounds around the buttocks, hips, and waist, and my breasts had swelled considerably from the days when they barely filled a B cup. with plenty of room to spare. As I busied myself around the ward, looking after my nurses, I often looked at some of the young, slender, pretty ones who reminded me of myself as a young nurse and relived my sexploits with Stanley and his old friends, and my matron Sandra, with whom I had a long lesbian affair until I moved to a different city and got married. I remember those days with excitement and fondness and often wondered if I might find a young nurse who would be as naughty as I was back then. Maybe I did? xxxxxx

The end.