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Speaker 2: Erotically Perverse Fiction Presents the Nurse. Chapter two, Wet Hot Box.
Doctor Wallace awaited the phone call that he was nervous,
but never happen. It was late until the afternoon, already
too late for a session with Nurse Angelica, but his
hope wise that she would agree to see him soon,
even if it wasn't on this day. The end of
the workday approached and no phone call had occurred. He
took his dog for a walk around the beautiful park
that was near his home. Doctor Wallace appreciated nature, and
this particular park had plenty of it, But this evening
he discovered another natural beauty. The doctor took notice of
the many beautiful women that were walking their dogs on
this breezy evening. Fall season was fast approaching and The
doctor appreciated a woman that covered up with sweaters and
other typical cooler weather apparel. This evening was a particular
feast for his eyes, as he could not ignore any
woman that passed him by and exchange smiles with him.
The Doctor's cock throbbed, straining against his zipper as he
leered at the sexy ladies around the scenic park. He
imagined their naked bodies spread out before him, legs parted
to reveal glistening pink slits. Doctor Wallace would bury his
face between their thighs, lapping at their swollen clits as
they writhed beneath him. Their juices would coat his chin
as he tongue fucked their tight holes. He pictured a
voluptuous brunette bent over a park bench, her big tits
swaying as he pounded into her from behind. Doctor Wallace
would grip her hips, his fingernails digging into her soft
flesh as he slammed his cock into a dripping cunt.
The wet, slapping sounds and scent of sex would fill
the air as he ravaged her, using her hole for
his pleasure, until he flooded her with his cumb in
his fantasy nurse Angelica would be completely nude, her pert
breasts and shaved pussy on display. Doctor Wallace would suck
her hard nipples before traveling down to eat her slick snatch.
Angelica's musky taste would drive him wild as he tongued
her clit and fucked her with his fingers. Then the
doctor would flip her over and shove his cock down
her throat, fucking her face until she gagged on his length.
He'd finished by spurting his load on her pretty face
and huge tits. Overwhelmed by his filthy fantasies, Doctor Wallace
rushed home to his bedroom, tearing off his clothes. He
gripped his engorged cock and stroked it vigorously. He closed
his eyes, picturing angelica'splayed out naked before him. Oh, Angelica,
he moaned as he pumped his rigid meat. The doctor
imagined the sexy nurse straddling his face, smothering him with
her juicy pussy. He slobbered over his fist, using the
spit to loop his cock as he jacked off. Pumping
his hips, he fucked his hand, picturing Angelica's tight hole
clenching him.
Speaker 3: Yes, you dirty, little slut, take my culk.
Speaker 2: He growled. Doctor Wallace's balls tightened as he neared his peak.
He envisioned Angelica bent over his cockspurting deep inside her
dripping snatch.
Speaker 3: Angelica, I'm going to come.
Speaker 2: He roared with a guttural groan. His orgasm overtook him.
Thick ropes of sperm shot out, splattering his chest and belly.
The doctor kept stroking, milking every last drop until he
was spent. Exhausted and satisfied, Doctor Wallace collapsed onto the bed.
His eyes fluttered closed, his flaccid cock resting against his
thigh as he drifted off to sleep. His final thoughts
were of the convicted killer nurse waiting for him in
the sanitarium. Dark desires swirled in his mind as he
slipped into a depraved slumber.
Speaker 3: We appreciate you.
Speaker 2: Listening to chapter two of our new series entitled The Nurse.
This is your host, Maximum Jones. The story is just starting,
but we need to break for these messages and then
erotically perverse fiction will continue after this short pause. This
is erotically Perverse Fiction with your host and narrator, Maximum Jones.
We are presenting a new series called the Nurse. This
will be presented over seven chapters. Please look in the
description for the dates of each chapter. Before we continue
your perverse journey, we need to issue a warning. This
story contains graphic, explicit and intense sexual content. This is
solely and only intended for listeners over the age of
eighteen years and up. Discretion is definitely advised. This is
a fictional story with fictional characters based loosely off real
life events, but any likeness to any real life person
or situation is strictly coincidental. As this is a work
of fiction, without further delay, let's go ahead and continue
this chapter. Meanwhile, back at the sanatorium, Angelica was wide awake,
having subjected herself to the self inflicted punishment of pulling
her own hair, reveling in the pain she enjoyed inflicting
upon herself. Her dark desires mirrored those of doctor Wallace
as she eagerly anticipated his arrival, her twisted mind filled
with depraved thoughts of the sadistic acts they would commit together.
The sanatorium walls seemed to pulse with the energy of
their shared perversion, a twisted bond that defied all norms
and plunged them deeper into the depths of their own
personal hell. In reality, the connection between nurse Angelica and
doctor Wallace was tenuous at best, limited to a handful
of court mandated sessions aimed at assessing her readiness for release.
Yet within the twisted labyrinth of Angelica's mind, their relationship
had begun to warp and mutate, taking on a life
of its own. As she sat in her room at
the sanatorium, her thoughts spiraled into dark phantasies, blurring the
lines between professional interaction and sadistic intimacy. With each passing day,
Angelica's obsession grew her mind, weaving a tangled web of
depravity that threatened to consume them both. She had already
defied operation, canceling the last two court mandated sessions with
the doctor. Her lawyer's urgent please echoed in her mind,
warning that failure to attend could result in the judge
deeming her still insane, prolonging her confinement. Angelica understood the consequences,
but a twisted desire had taken root within her. She
longed for the doctor to yearn for her presence, to
develop an obsession that mirrored her own. In her warped mind.
She believed that his growing infatuation would blind him to
her lingering madness, compelling him to recommend her immediate release.
This dangerous game became her sole focus, a delicate dance
between manipulation and self preservation. Yet as the days passed,
Angelica found herself grappling with her own dark urges, threatening
to unravel the carefully woven threads of her plan. The
line between captor and captive blurred, and she teetered on
the precipice of her own sanity, wondering how long she
could maintain the facade before her own demons consumed her entirely.
In her twisted mind, Angelica pictured the doctor throwing caution
to the wind, consequences be damned. He would burst into
her room, his eyes blazing with uncontrollable lust. The doctor
would tear her orange Sanitarium uniform off, buttons flying as
he exposed her naked flesh. Angelica imagined him growling as
he descended on her breasts, his mouth hot and insistent
as he sucked her nipples. In her fantasy, the doctor
would bite down hard, sending shocks of pain through her body.
Angelica craved the sting of his teeth, wanting him to
leave marks on her tender skin. She pictured him lavishing
attention on her tits, his tongue laving the sensitive buds
as he pinched and twisted the other nipple. The pain
pleasure would make her dripping wet, her pussy aching to
be filled. Angelica envisioned the doctor forcing her legs apart,
his engorged cock bobbing heavily between his thighs. She imagined
him gripping her hips tightly, his fingernails digging crescents into
her ass cheeks. The doctor would thrust forward his plumb
sized cockhead, catching on her entrance. Angelica would be so tight,
her whole resistant to his invasion. In her mind's eye,
the doctor would grunt and strain his hips, bucking as
he tried to force his way inside. Angelica would relish
the feeling of his fat cock, attempting to spear into
her slick heat. The doctor would finally pop inside, his
thick shaft, stretching her narrow channel. He would pound into her, mercilessly,
fucking her hard against the cold tile floor. Angelica imagined
the doctor hammering her snatch his heavy balls slapping against
her ass, he would piste an in and out, his cock,
plunging deep with every stroke, the doctor would pinch and
twist her clit, sending her rocketing toward orgasm. With a roar,
he would flood her womb with his cumb his jiz
mixing with her own climax. Angelica's pussy would clench him
like a vice as she milked the last drops from
his spasming cock. As she imagined this twisted fantasy, she
intensified the touch to her body. Angelica's need consumed her
as she got on all fours, her fingers flying to
her aching pussy. She spread her lips wide, exposing her
dripping hole and hard clit. Using both hands, the nurse
viciously fingered her slippery snatch, plunging deep into her tight heat.
Her digits squelched in her wetness, coating her fingers in
her juices. Moaning, Angelica pressed hard against her engorged clit,
rubbing brutal circles around the sensitive nub. Sparks of bliss
shot through her body as she worked her butd furiously.
Her other hand traveled lower, her fingers, teasing her puckered anis,
Angelica spit on her digits, slicking them up before attempting
to breach her tight rear entrance. Grunting with effort, she
shoved her fingers against her resistant hule. The nurse pushed insistently,
trying to force her way into her gripping channel. With
a guttural cry, Angelica's fingers popped inside her ass. Clenching
around the intrusion, She reveled in the burn as she
pumped her digits in and out of her hole. The
nurse screamed out loud, not caring if she woke the
whole wing of the sanitarium. Angelica clutched her clid and
fucked her ass hard, chasing her impending orgasm. The intense
sensations overwhelmed her, her body hurtling toward release. With a
keening wail, her climax crashed over, her white hot pleasure
exploding from her core. The nurse shuddered, her pussy and
ass clamping down as she rode the waves of her
powerful orgasm. As the aftershocks faded, Angelica collapsed onto the bed,
utterly spent. Her eyes fluttered closed as she passed out
a deep sleep, claiming her until morning. When she awoke,
a newfound clarity filled her. The Nurse knew it was
time to meet with doctor Wallace again, ready to manipulate
him to achieve her deepest desires. We appreciate you listening
to chapter two of our new series entitled The Nurse.
This is your host, Maximum Jones. The story is just starting,
but we need to break for these messages and then
erotically perverse fiction will continue after this short pause. This
is erotically perverse fiction with your host and narrator, Maximum Jones.
We are presenting a new series called The Nurse. This
will be presented over seven chapters. Please look in the
description for the dates of each chapter. Before we continue
your perverse journey, we need to issue a warning. This
story contains graphic, explicit and intense sexual content. This is
solely and only intended for listeners over the age of
eighteen years and up. Discretion is definitely advised. This is
a fictional story with fictional characters based loosely off real
life events, but any likeness to any real life person
or situation is strictly coincidental. As this is a work
of fiction. Without further delay, let's go ahead and continue
this chapter, Doctor Wallace arrived at the sanitarium, his heart
racing with anticipation. He checked in his voice, trembling slightly
as he gave his name. As he made his way
down the long hallway, each step felt like an eternity.
The doctor's excitement was palpable, his skin tingling with nervous energy.
He knew his eagerness was unprofessional, but he couldn't help
the thrill that coursed through him. Doctor Wallace felt more
alive than he had in years as he walked. A
war raged within him. The doctor was torn between his
duty and his desire. A part of him yearned to
release Angelica, to set her free so he could indulge
in the dark fantasies that consumed his thoughts, but his
rational mind knew she was dangerous, a threat to society
if allowed to roam free. Doctor Wallace us his conscience
tugged at him, even as his lust threatened to overwhelm
his better judgment. The doctor paused outside Angelica's door, his
hand hovering over the knob. He took a shaky breath,
trying to compose himself, but he could feel the stirrings
of arousal. His cock twitching in his trousers. Visions of
Angelica's lithe body swam before his eyes, her seductive smile
tempting him to cross the line. Doctor Wallace gritted his teeth,
his professional ethics battling with his basest urges. The conflict
tore at his soul as he grappled with the weight
of his decision. Angelica's heart raced as she heard the
doctor's approaching footsteps. She was excited to see him, her
mind swimming with fantasies of their bodies entwined. But the
nurse reigned in her lust, focusing on her ultimate goal, freedom.
She knew she had to play this meeting carefully, letting
the doctor believe he was in control. The nurse took
a deep breath, composing her features into a mask of
cool indifference. She would not give in to her desire,
no matter how badly she wanted to submit to the
doctor's touch. Angelica knew the key to her release lay
in making herself a tantalizing challenge, a prize to be won.
She would dwell on the doctor's ego, his need to
conquer and claim her body and soul. Angelica steeled herself
for the psychological battle ahead at the doctor was a
trained professional, skilled at reading people, but the nurse had
her own talents, the powers of female persuasion. She would
weave a tale of two lovers forever bound by a
passion that could only be consummated outside these walls. The
doctor need only say the word, and she would be
his eternally. Of course, it was all a lie, and
jel Lika had no intention of sticking around once she
was free. The doctor was merely a means to an end,
a pawn in her game. She would give him one
night of passion, let him slake his lust on her
willing flesh, and then she would disappear, leaving him to
wonder what might have been. But first she had to
get him to make that unprofessional decision to choose her
over his duty. The nurse smoothed her hair and clothes,
erasing any hint of the wanton creature she had been
the night before. When the doctor walked in, he would
find an ice queen, not the fiery seductress he remembered,
and the change would drive him wild, making him question
everything he thought he knew about her. The psychological warfare
had begun, and Angelica would emerge victorious, her freedom finally
within reach. The doctor and nurse greeted each other formally
and seriously, giving no hint of the lust that has
been consuming them over the past few days. He removed
his notepad and activated his recorder, signaling that this session
would be official. Angelica was taken aback by the doctor's
formal demeanor, his professional facade showing no hint of the
desire she knew burned within him. Doubt crept into her
mind as she questioned whether her carefully laid plans had
been in vain. Perhaps her attempts to seduce him into
submission had fallen short, leaving her no closer to the
freedom she so desperately craved. The nurse's confidence wavered, but
she refused to let her mask slip, determined to keep
the upper hand in this psychological battle of wills.
Speaker 4: It's so nice to see you again, doctor. I'm sorry
for canceling the last few sessions. I wasn't feeling myself, she.
Speaker 2: Said, peacefully.
Speaker 3: It's good to see you too. I'm glad you're feeling better.
Let's go ahead and get started.
Speaker 2: Doctor Wallace said calmly, even though he was smitten with
her beauty.
Speaker 3: So when you decided to murder the three men that
were abusive to you by slipping them the morphine, were
you nervous, relieved, or any other elevated emotion?
Speaker 2: The doctor asked, in a way to let her know
these responses were being recorded to officially document her condition,
so she needed to answer in a way that would
help her cause. Angelica met his gaze coolly.
Speaker 4: I felt no remorse, she said bluntly. They were abusive
and cold towards my emotions. I loved all three, but
they took advantage of that love. I had no choice
but to escape it.
Speaker 2: The doctor frowned, but did you feel any guilt?
Speaker 3: After all, you took three lives?
Speaker 2: She shrugged.
Speaker 4: They didn't really care about me. Why should I feel guilty?
Speaker 2: Doctor Wallace leaned forward.
Speaker 3: Was there no other way sides murder? Did you ever
try to communicate that you didn't appreciate their abuse?
Speaker 2: Angelica's eyes flashed.
Speaker 4: I didn't let them continue just to make it easier
to murder them. If that's what you're implying, they had
complete control over me. Murder was my only way out.
Speaker 3: The doctor persisted, Are you sure it wasn't more about
wanting to feel the power of taking a life, That
murder was the true goal, not just a means to escape.
Speaker 2: No, Angelica burst out angry.
Speaker 4: Now I had no other choice. They controlled me utterly.
Murder was the only way I could be free. There
was no other motivation.
Speaker 2: Doctor Wallace held up a placating hand.
Speaker 3: All right, I understand murder was your desperate bid for freedom,
nothing more.
Speaker 2: Angelica relaxed slightly. Exactly, she paused, then added.
Speaker 4: And just to be clear, there's nothing about murder that
turns me on. I didn't do it for thrills.
Speaker 2: A slow smile spread across her face as she locked
eyes with the doctor, holding his gaze meaningfully. She knew
her plan was working when the doctor didn't mention her
involvement in her foster dad's murder or her professor's suicide.
The doctor continued with formal questioning as his recorder stayed
on and he continued to write in his notepad.
Speaker 3: When was the first time you thought about killing someone.
Speaker 2: Doctor Wallace asked, his pen poised over his notepad. Angelica's
eyes grew distant.
Speaker 4: It was when one of my foster sisters confided in
me that our foster parents were making her engage in
sexual acts. I remember the rage that filled me, the
desire to make it stop.
Speaker 3: The doctor nodded, So you thought of ways to kill
your foster parents to end the abuse, yes, Angelica said softly.
Speaker 4: But I lacked the intellect to do it, and somewhere
deep inside I knew it was wrong, so I never
acted on those dark impulses.
Speaker 3: How were you able to control your emotions and not
kill them at that point.
Speaker 2: Doctor Wallace asked, Angelica shrug.
Speaker 4: I got moved to another foster home. Being away from
the situation made thoughts of killing them fade, though it
ate at me, knowing I left my innocent foster sister
behind to continue being abused.
Speaker 2: The doctor looked at her intently.
Speaker 3: Do you still think about that foster sister?
Speaker 2: Yes, Angelica whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Speaker 4: I do.
Speaker 2: Doctor Wallace put away his recorder a notepad, signaling that
the formal questioning was over. Angelica, a new personal dialogue
was about to begin. Doctor Wallace came in close, his
voice low and urgent.
Speaker 3: I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, Angelica.
I've masturbated to the thought of you several times.
Speaker 2: A sly smile curved her lips.
Speaker 4: What is it about me that you can't forget?
Speaker 2: Doctor, He shook his head.
Speaker 3: I don't know. It's just something about our physical attraction
that I can't let go of.
Speaker 2: Angelica leaned in, her breath hot against his ear.
Speaker 4: I put my own fist in my ass because I
wanted your cock back there instead, But it can't happen
because I'm locked.
Speaker 2: Up, Doctor Wallace groan softly.
Speaker 3: Even if you're released, and even though I want you
and can't stop thinking about you, I may have to
resist temptation to have you, even if you're a free woman.
Speaker 2: She pulled back, fixing him with a stare.
Speaker 4: There's no reason for that. We should both enjoy the
pleasures we can give each other if I'm free. It
would be selfish of you to deprive us of all
the sexual satisfaction we could give each other.
Speaker 2: He met her gaze, his expression pained.
Speaker 3: The reason I might have to resist is because I
wouldn't trust that you wouldn't slip me morphine after we
fucked each other's brains out. I know you still have
murderous tendencies running through your veins.
Speaker 2: Angelica's smile turned wicked.
Speaker 4: You may be right, but I would never murder anyone
that mutually loves me the way I love them. My
feelings are strong for you. As soon as you leave today,
I'm going to play with my pussy.
Speaker 2: Doctor Wallace stood, abruptly, adjusting his trousers.
Speaker 3: I don't know if I can be the same after
meeting you because of how far I've allowed myself to
slip into unprofessional territory.
Speaker 2: He headed for the door, pausing to look back at her.
Speaker 3: We'll see each other soon.
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Speaker 2: The doctor took his dog for another walk around the
park to think through his decision. He knew the responsible
professional course of action was to recommend that the nurse
remain confined for the rest of her sentence. Yet if
he chose that path, he would be denying himself an
opportunity that he might forever regret. The tantalizing dance with
darkness could unlock pleasures beyond his wildest imagination, Consuming his
thoughts with an uncontrollable yearning, this entrancing young woman held
the key to fulfilling his deepest, most carnal desires, promising
an intoxicating journey into the depths of ecstasy that he
dared not ignore. Doctor Wallace's mind swirled with indecision as
he walked his dog through the park, acutely aware of
the tempting beauty surrounding him. The alluring women strolling along
the paths presented a tantalizing possibility, a chance encounter that
could lead to untold pleasures. Yet the forbidden fruit of
the naughty nurse confined to the sanitarium held a powerful
sway over his desires, promising a guaranteed tryst that would
satiate his deepest yearnings. Torn between the uncertain prospects before
him and the assured satisfaction within his grasp, Doctor Wallace
grappled with the weight of his choice, knowing that his
decision would chart the course of his carnal destiny. He
knew his duty and had taken an oath to do
what was right. The decision weighed on his mind. He
needed to sleep on it before making a final choice.
But first he found his hand wandering down to his
cock once more. He tugged on his engorged penis with
a firm grasp, stroking vigorously as his hand glided up
and down the rigid shaft. His breath quickened, pulses of
pleasure surging through his veins. As he neared the climax.
With a guttural groan, he hurtled over the edge, his
seed irrupting in a powerful geyser that coated his fingers
and belly. In the aftermath, he lay spent marveling at
the intensity of his release. These earth shattering orgasms had
become a nightly occurrence, each one more explosive than the last,
all thanks to the temptress who haunted his every waking
thought and fantasy. Meanwhile, back in her bed at the sanitarium,
Nurse Angelica's fingers found their way to her pussy as
she laughed uncontrollably, her mind fixated on the hunger and
desperation she had seen in the doctor's eyes. The look
of wanting to lose all control and bury himself inside
her consumed her thoughts, filling her with a sense of
power and anticipation. She reveled in her power to make
him unravel so effortlessly, just as she had done to
the professor. Angelica knew it would only be a matter
of time before she was back on the streets, free
to wield the dangerous allure of her body and unleash
the havoc that her seductive assets could bring upon the
world once more. The next morning, Angelica was called into
the courtroom at the Sanitarium. She entered optimistically, but refrained
from flaunting it. Representatives from the District Attorney's office, the sanitarium,
and Angelica's lawyer gathered in the courtroom. As she anxiously
awaited the decision, A tingle ran through her body, knowing
that freedom was just outside the door. The tension in
the room was palpable as the judge prepared to read
the verdict. Angelica held her breath, her heart pounding in
her chest. This was it, the moment she had been
scheming for, manipulating doctor Wallace to secure her release. She
had done everything right, played on his lust and desire masterfully.
There was no way the judge could rule against her. Now,
the judge began to speak, his voice echoing through the
hushed courtroom.
Speaker 5: After careful consideration, the Court has decided that the patient
Angelica shall remain confined for an additional three months, during
which time she will undergo increased psychiatric sessions and an
increase in medication to help with anxiety.
Speaker 2: The words hit Angelica like a physical blow.
Speaker 4: Three more months, increased sessions in medication.
Speaker 2: She couldn't believe it. Rage flooded through her, directed at
doctor Wallace. He hadn't held up his end of the deal,
hadn't pushed for her release like she thought he would.
She had been so sure she had him under her thumb.
But apparently he had played her instead. Tears pricked at
her eyes as the reality of the situation crashed down
on her. She was going back to that prison, confined
for three more tortuous months. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right.
She had done everything she could, and still she was
being punished. Angelica managed to hold herself together until she
was out of the courtroom, but as soon as she
entered her room at the sanitarium, the damn broke. She
threw herself on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably, her fist pounding
against the walls in impotent fury. She had been so
close to freedom, had tasted it on her tongue, and
now it had been snatched away and it was all
doctor Wallace's fault. Doctor Wallace agonized over the decision, torn
between his duty and his desire. He knew that if
he recommended Angelica's immediate release, they could finally indulge in
the explosive passion that had been building between them. But
he also knew that giving into his baser urges would
mean betraying his oath, his responsibility to protect society from
a potential threat. He couldn't shake the fear that gnawed
at him, the knowledge that Angelica's murderous tendencies still lurked
beneath the surface. Even if they fucked like wild animals
reveling in the forbidden fruit of their taboo attraction, the
risk would always be there, the risk that he would
become her next victim, just another casualty in her twisted game.
Doctor Wallace knew that Angelica would be furious with him
for not granting her immediate freedom, but he also believed
that with more time, more care, she could truly overcome
her demons. If she could forgive him for doing what
he thought was right, for putting her well being above
his own selfish desires, then maybe they had a chance
at a real future together, a future where they could
explore their passion without the shadow of her past crimes
hanging over them. It was a risk, but one he
was willing to take because the alternative releasing her now
and playing Russian Roulette with his life and livelihood, was unthinkable.
He had taken an oath to do no harm, and
he intended to stick to it no matter the personal cost.
With a heavy heart, doctor Wallace made his recommendation three
more months of confinement and treatment for nurse Angelica. The
doctor took to extreme masturbation to get over his growing
physical need for a release. He continued walking his dog
around the park every evening, and the sights and visions
of beauty all around him were starting to overwhelm him.
His daily self pleasure was no longer sufficient, and he
began declining mentally, canceling appointments on a regular basis. He
stopped going to the park and walking to stock in
a more secluded area behind his town home. The temptation
was too much. He was an attractive man who could
approach any desirable lady, but he hesitated to risk falling
in love. His personal feelings belonged to one naughty nurse,
currently scheduled for an additional three months in the sanitarium.
Then it happened, a irrational thought took over his brilliant mind.
What if he sought temporary pleasure in a meaningless sexual encounter.
He took a walk down deeper into the central part
of the city that was bustling with night life. There
is an area known for prostitution. The doctor wanted to
explore his options, protecting the public from a potentially dangerous
person came at the cost of sacrificing his own needs.
Doctor Wallace found himself at a crossroads, torn between his
duty to protect society and his own desperate need for
carnal satisfaction. The weight of his decision bore down on him,
forced him to choose between risking his safety, well being,
and livelihood in pursuit of fleeting pleasure, or sacrificing his
own desires for the greater good. In the end, he
chose the noble path, knowing that the cost of his
personal loss could never outweigh the importance of ensuring the
well being of those around him. Now, because he couldn't
get the naughty nurse out of his head, he was
playing with fire. He didn't understand that this could lead
him to lose just as much, if not more, than
if he had taken his chances with the naughty nurse
for the better of society. The doctor now was on
a collision course with danger. Doctor Wallace walked the streets,
his eyes roving over the scantily clad women lingering on
the corners, prostitutes, all of them selling their bodies to
satisfy the dark urges of desperate men. He knew it
was wrong. Knew he shouldn't be here, but the ache
in his groin drove him forward, the need to purge
the naughty nurse from his thoughts overwhelming his better judgment.
A skinny blonde girl in a short skirt caught his eye,
her long legs and perky breasts and alluring temptation. She
noticed his gaze, sauntered over with a seductive smile.
Speaker 6: Looking for a good time.
Speaker 4: Handsome, she purred.
Speaker 2: Running a finger down his chest. Doctor Wallace swallowed hard,
his cock twitching at her touch. I just want to fuck,
he said bluntly, his voice rough with nerves and suppressed lust.
Speaker 3: I want you to play with my culp make me
forget about someone.
Speaker 2: The blonde smile widened, a predatory gleam in her eyes.
She named her price a hefty sum for a quick fuck,
but doctor Wallace didn't hesitate, peeling the bills from his
wallet and pressing them into her hand. His skin crawled
at the wrongness of it all, but he was too
far gone to turn back now. He arranged for a
ride share to take them back to his place, his
heart hammering with anticipation and shame. He had to do this,
had to purge the obsession with Angelica from his system,
even if it cost him his dignity, his self respect.
He needed to regain his sanity, and this was the
only way he knew how to prevent falling in love
with anyone else. As soon as they entered his apartment,
Doctor Wallace was on the blonde, his mouth crashing into
hers in a brutal kiss. He walked her backwards until
her back hit the wall, his hands already yanking her
skirt up and ripping her panties aside. The doctor freed
his engorged cock, pumping it a few times before slamming
it into the prostitute's dripping hole. She was tight and scorching,
her walls, clamping around him like a vice. Doctor Wallace groaned,
gus his hips pistoning at a furious pace as he
fucked her like a man possessed. The blonde whimpered and moaned,
clinging to his shoulders as he ruthlessly plundered her cunt.
The wet slapping of their bodies filled the room, mingling
with the scent of sex and sweat. Doctor Wallace was
like a feral beast, snarling and grunting as he chased
his release with a roar. His orgasm crashed over him,
his cock throbbing and spurting with volcanic intensity. The doctor
yanked out of the prostitute's clutching sheath, his cum filled
condom still jerking as he emptied the last of his
seed onto her toned stomach.
Speaker 6: Mm I like the feel of your hot coum on
my skin, the.
Speaker 2: Blonde purred, rubbing the pearly fluid into her belly. Doctor
Wallace just grunted in response, already turning away to dispose
of the condom. He had gotten what he needed, an
outlet for his pent up lust and a momentary recipe
from his obsession with Angelica. As Doctor Wallace approached the bed,
his eyes fell upon the prostitute, still massaging his comb
into her toned stomach. The sight sent a jolt of
electricity straight to his groin, causing his cock to twitch
and swell once more. The doctor's breath hitched, his body
responding to the erotic display before him. His mind may
have been preoccupied with thoughts of Angelica, but his body
yearned for more of the carnal pleasures the blonde temptress
could provide. For now she would have to suffice. The
doctor was still hungry for pussy and danger. The prostitute
reclined on the bed, her lithe body on alluring display.
Come here, she purred, beckoning doctor Wallace, closer, let me
take care of you. Doctor Wallace obeyed, Drawn in by
the seductive promise in her voice, he stood before her,
his cock already twitching in anticipation. The blonde reached out,
her slender fingers, encircling his rapidly hardening shaft. She began
stroking him with expert skill, her hand gliding up and
down his rigid length. The doctor shuddered, his eyes rolling
back in his head as pleasure consumed him. The prostitute
varied her grip, alternating between featherlight caresses and firm, almost
punishing squeezes. Doctor Wallace nearly sobbed with the overwhelming sensations,
his hips bucking involuntarily into her touch. The blonde smiled wickedly,
her strokes growing faster, rougher, driving him rapidly towards the brink.
The doctor was lost in a haze of lust, his
entire existence narrowed to the feeling of her hand on
his cock. The desperate need for release, clawing at his insides.
Speaker 3: I don't have another condom? How much is it to
do it without one?
Speaker 2: He dangerously asked.
Speaker 6: This is forbidden and dangerous for both of us.
Speaker 2: The prostitute warned, eyeing doctor Wallace appraisingly.
Speaker 6: But you look like a reputable man. If this is
what you want, as dangerous as it is, then for
three hundred dollars. I'm okay with it and willing to
do it if you have the money.
Speaker 2: She said, smiling, knowing he definitely had it. Doctor Wallace
barely registered her words, his mind consumed by a singular,
overwhelming need. He craved the feeling of his bare cock
sliding into the prostitute's pussy, skin on skin, with no
barriers between them. The doctor fumbled for his wallet, peeling
off the required bills and thrusting them into her hand.
The blonde smiled, slowly tucking the money away. She laid
back on the bed, spreading her legs open in invitation.
Doctor Wallace settled between her thighs, his engorged cock poised
at her entrance. He was about to sink into her
slick heat, when an image flashed through his mind. Angelica,
the naughty nurse he loved, superimposing herself over the prostitute's face,
he paused his actions. At this critical juncture, the doctor
found himself torn between two paths. Before him lay an
enticing but treacherous world, one that threatened to consume him utterly.
Both in a symbolic and physical sense. This pivotal moment
represented not only a crossroads in his life's journey, but
also a profound temptation that could lead him down a
rabbit hole from which there might be no escape. The
weight of this decision hung heavy in the air, pregnant
with the promise of either salvation or damnation depending on
the path he chose to follow. This completes our second
chapter in our new series called The Nurse. All of
us have had to deal with choices of things we
know are bad for us us. Sometimes we are ready
to face the consequences, but often we are not aware
of all that that choice comes with. We hope you
continue to take this erotic journey with us, and the
secrets of one naughty Nurse will continue to be exposed.
We will be back to bring our perverse fiction into
your lives with our next episode, The Nurse. Chapter three
entitled Baron Raw, premieres April fourth at eight pm Central
Standard Time. That's right, The Naughty Nurse will take you
to the brink of sexual perversion on April fourth. As always,
thank you for listening to and supporting the show, especially
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care of yourselves and we will see you soon for
our next chapter
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