Bob Hawkins
Tied up nurse

CHAPTER ONE

Her heart pounding, Lynn Richards pushed the chair back against the wall, pulled out the small table next to it, then took a deep breath as she surveyed the room. The center of the floor was clear of furniture, now. She went to the door and made certain it was securely locked – only her sister had a duplicate key. Lynn crossed the room, wobbling slightly in her brand-new high heels, and went into the kitchen. There, she reached far back into the freezer compartment of her refrigerator and chose one of her special ice cubes!

Lynn had several of these peculiar objects in the freezer. Each cube held a small key and a long piece of string. The string was not attached to the key, so that when the cube melted sufficiently, the key could drop freely to the floor.

The key fit the high-quality steel handcuffs Lynn had bought.

Lynn returned to the living room and used a low stool to reach the hook in the ceiling and tie the loose end of the string to it. The cube now dangled in front of Lynn's pretty face, a few feet from the ceiling.

Lynn stepped down from the stool and admired the hanging cube of ice with its captured key. Unconsciously, the blonde smoothed the tight material of her starched white nurse's uniform over her firm asscheeks.

Wetting her lips, Lynn moved the stool out of her way, then brought the rest of her special equipment from the couch to the center of the floor.

Kneeling with the equipment before her, and working swiftly, efficiently – she'd done this to herself many times before, and the ice cube was already melting – Lynn opened her mouth wide and stuffed a pair of her panties between her lips, fitting the silky material fully into her mouth, poking the last edges back behind her immaculate straight teeth, then clamping her jaws on the soft mass. Her teeth wouldn't quite come together.

With trembling fingers, she reached down to the pile of silk and steel at her knees and picked out a single black stocking. This she wrapped several times around her head, fitting it between her teeth over the panty-gag and tying it behind her neck awkwardly lifting her long thick mane of loose blonde hair out of the way as she did so.

She worked her jaws for a second, testing the strength and fit of the silk and nylon gag.

Perfect!

Next, she took up a pair of the steel handcuffs, admiring for a brief moment the glistening coldness of the hard silver surface. Twisting and reaching behind her, she slipped the first cuff over one slim white-stocking-clad ankle, locking it tightly, her blood racing as she listened to the inevitable snaps of the cuff locking home.

A tug proved that the cuff wasn't about to release itself.

Twisting the other way, still on her knees, Lynn fit the second cuff over her other ankle. She clicked it shut, pressing it tightly around her ankle.

Her feet were now locked close together, the toes of her new high-heeled shoes pointing into the rug, the heels pointing toward the kitchen.

Turning around again, the nurse lifted her blindfold from the pile. This was a soft device of her own clever design. It shut out all possible light and locked behind her neck with a small padlock. She kept the key in the top of her closet, so there was no chance of getting to it – until she had released herself from the strenuous bondage.

She pulled the strap tight at the back of her neck and hooked the tiny padlock through the loop. She snapped it shut.

Her long blonde hair fell from under the hood of the blindfold and lay softly down her back, shifting over the back of her white uniform as she moved, binding herself tighter and tighter.

With shaking hands, Lynn unbuttoned the front of her uniform down to her waist and pushed the edges of the sleek material aside so that her bra encased tits thrust out. She fumbled with the gear on the floor for a moment, choosing the belt she had designed.

She wrapped the belt around her upper body, and when it was pulled tight, it forced her beautiful tits almost flat against her ribcage. Lynn pulled the belt through the buckle over her breasts, gasping as the constriction forced the air from her lungs. It was now terribly hard to breathe, and impossible to fill her lungs completely.

Dangling from the belt were two metal alligator clips, and these Lynn proceeded to attach to her soft nipples, tenderly, pulling the dark flesh away from the full mound of her tits, then pinching her nipples between her thumb and index finger to make them prominent. She slipped the teeth of the metal clip over the sensitive flesh, letting them bite into her skin right through the smooth material of her bra.

God, they hurt so bad! she thought, moaning into the saliva-soaked panties in her mouth.

Quickly now, before she could change her mind and yank the offending clips from her already throbbing nipples, Lynn grabbed up the last pair of handcuffs and lowered herself onto the rug on her side. She clicked the cuffs tightly over one thin wrist. Then, with her arms behind her back, she slipped the two short links between the cuffs between her already bound ankles, just above the links holding her legs together. With some difficulty, she slip her free wrist into the waiting cuff and locked it tightly home.

She was gagged, blindfolded, and hog-tied!

Slowly, trying to be as gentle with her tits as possible, Lynn rolled over onto her stomach, grinding the metal alligator clips deep into the firm mounds of her breasts and forcing them even tighter on her sore nipples.

She groaned into the gag and lifted her head to give it a hard shake. Her hair flew about, a few strands sticking to the sensitive skin of her face, causing her further itching and irritation.

Her blood was on fire, now, and her whole body tightened and relaxed as she felt the warm wetness begin to flow between her thighs.

She struggled for a moment, testing the strength of her cuffs. But they were secure, they would never yield to her struggles, until the key dropped to the floor and she would be forced to crawl on her belly to where it fell, further torturing her own nipples.

The cuffs were beginning to really hurt!

Purposely, Lynn had pressed them very tightly around her wrists and ankles. It had been quite a while since she'd felt such real pain, and she moaned with the pleasure of it.

Lynn lowered her cheek to the scratchy rug. With great difficulty, she gulped behind the gag and sighed deeply through her nose.

Her cunt was on fire! Her nipples were swelling from the hurting pressure of the clips biting into them! Her breathing was ragged, coming in gasping gulps, shallow and painful with the constricting belt pulled so tightly over her tits. Sweet lubrication was oozing from her cuntlips, soaking the tight crotch of her panties, dribbling down her trembling thighs and wetting the tops of her white stockings. She itched and burned. She throbbed and tried desperately to rub her clit – her aching, longing, itching, swollen, drooling clit!

The nurse moaned, her whole body beginning to sweat with the awful strain and frustration of her self-imposed bondage.

She chewed at the saliva-soaked panties in her mouth, biting the binding black stocking wrapped around her pretty face, twitching with each trickle of sweat, each new deep throb of lust, each agonizing itch in her nipples – and she felt the deep rutting lust building… building…

Doctor Ken Johnson broke his hot sucking kiss with the Candy Striper, but kept his palm on her full tits, massaging the firm mounds hard through the material of her puffed-out blouse, pinching the hard nipples with his fingertips, crushing them back into the lush mass of her breasts.

"Oh, please, Doctor!" the teenaged girl gasped. "You shouldn't be doing this to me!"

Ken grabbed her tit and squeezed hard, dragging a whine of pain from the teen's full wet lips. Then he crushed his own lips back down against hers, forcing his tongue deep into the wet cavern of her mouth, finding her darting tongue and sucking it into his own mouth-sucking hard, making the teen cry out as she felt her tongue being sucked, almost torn out by the roots.

He broke the kiss.

"You love it, you damned bitch!"

Susan Richards blushed bright red and lowered her eyes. She nodded, very slowly, and a huge smile brake over her lovely face. She arched her back, mashed her full tit harder into the doctor's rubbing palm.

Ken slammed his thighs into the teen's body, crushing her body back against the wall of the bathroom. This was the tiny bathroom between the patients' rooms, where Susan had been filling their water pitchers.

For the past few days, Susan had been meeting Doctor Johnson like this – either in the linen room in the basement of the hospital, or in one of the patient's bathrooms – and they had hugged and kissed frantically, searching each other's bodies eagerly but not daring to unzip or unbutton anything.

But now, only one of the rooms was occupied, and that by two little old ladies, helpless and harmless and more than a little bit deaf.

Susan was scared, but she gasped as she felt Ken's fingers slip the top button on her red-and-white striped uniform open – she wanted it!

"Afraid?" Ken asked the teen, wetting his lips and lowering his fingers to the next button.

"Yes," Susan admitted with a gulp.

Ken nuzzled the girl's warm cheek for a moment and whispered into her ear: "Want me to stop?"

Susan felt as though her heart was going to burst right through her ribcage. She tingled all over and felt hot and weak and breathless.

"No," she whispered back.

She wrapped her arms around the man's neck and pulled her frame upward, grinding her itching cunt against the fat bulge in the front of his pants. How often in the past few days had her delicate hands stroked and cupped and massaged that mysterious bulge, Susan knew what was in there, but she had never held a cock in her hands, had never touched the real thing.

She was a virgin.

Ken reached down with both hands and cupped and lifted the teen's tight asscheeks, feeling her shift and squirm in his hands as he kneaded the firm butt-muscles, puffing her cunt harder against his aching cock.

The front of Susan's pretty uniform was open down to the third button, revealing the full sleek cups of her bra. Ken leaned back and looked down at the lush swellings, licking his lips as he saw the darker swellings of her pointy nipples beneath the translucent smoothness of the cups.

"God! You're so damned beautiful, Suzie!"

Susan squirmed eagerly in the man's hands, filling her lungs and thrusting her tits upward, outward, eager to feel his lips and tongue on the bare flesh, the hot, itching, aching skin of her virgin tits.

But Ken was less interested in tits than pussy.

"Pull up the front of your skirt," he whispered to her, glancing over his shoulder toward the bathroom door.

If anybody came in and found him fucking this morsel of girlhood, his career would be at an end, right then and there! He looked back at the pretty teen, stepping back a little way so she could lift her skirt for him, and took a deep breath.

Hell! If any cunt in the world was worth a career, this one was!

Susan stood there, her face open and expectant. So beautiful, so virginal!

She stood there, holding up the front of her uniform, exposing her slim thighs, her pretty pink cotton panties.

"Tuck the hem under the front of your bra, then push your panties down," Ken commanded her.

Breathing raggedly, Susan forded a piece of the hem under the strap between the cups of her bra, puffing a long bit of it upward and folding it over the strap. She felt silly with the tassel of uniform sticking up between her tits, but as she reached back down and hooked her thumbs in the tight waistband of her panties, all thoughts of silliness vanished, instantly replaced by a gut wrenching horniness, a deep lust burning within her cunt, making her legs tremble badly, her knees actually shake, and the sweat of arousal begin to ooze from every pore on her sweet body.

Slowly, she slipped her panties down over her thighs, watching Ken's face for his reaction. She was pleased to see his eyes go wide open when she pushed the material below the puffy mound of her pussy.

She had always wanted a thick muff of cunthair. It embarrassed her to take a shower with her better-endowed girlfriends, but at least they were kind and considerate of her state. They sympathized with her rather than taunted her.

But when she saw Ken's wide-eyed gaze, the obvious lust sparking like living electricity from his eyes, she tensed her thighs and thrust her bare mound forward in grateful delight.

"Good God!" he gasped as the teen pushed her panties all the way down to her ankles, then daintily stepped out of them, lifted them as she straightened back up. With a sweet smile, she handed them to him.

He grabbed them, brought them to his nose and sniffed deeply the teen's precious pussy fragrance.

Susan blushed and gave a little laugh.

"Lecher!" she giggled.

"Let me keep them?" he asked, his eyes shut in ecstasy.

"Of course," Susan agreed, her voice low and sexy.

Ken shoved the panties into the pocket of his lab coat. He looked at the Candy Striper over from head to toe, letting his gaze linger longest at her sweetly swollen cuntlips. They were stark white and bare, except where the slit was swollen slightly open, exposing the deep rich pink of her intricately-folded inner lips.

His cock was throbbing madly against the inside of his pants. He jerked the zipper down and reached inside to haul out his massive prick, hard and pulsating with life, eager to, feel the tight virgin walls of Susan's untried cunt wrapped around its full length.

Susan gasped at the sight of the monster.

"My God! It's so HUGE!" she cried.

She could hardly believe it! Was this the thing she'd heard such wonderful stories about, the rod of pleasure that made you a woman.

"WOW!" she said.

The gigantic erection was aimed right at her lovely face, bobbing and throbbing, a long fat pink rod of meat sticking straight out from a thick bush of dark hair between the man's thighs. Susan could see the darkness beneath his thin underpants.

The girl felt a strange oozing from her cunt – a warm liquid slipperiness lubricating her whole channel.

Ken moved in close to the girl, holding the edges of his lab coat wide, and as he stepped up to her, he wrapped the coat around the sides of the girl's body, making a cozy cocoon for them both. He pressed the head of his cock to her firm cuntlips as he pulled the teen against his body, lifting her slightly, jerking his prick in short firm jabs against the teen's smooth moist pussy slit, working the lips apart, feeling the wetness and heat of her inner flesh.

"Ooooooo…" Susan cooed, her arms going up around the man's neck again, hugging him tightly as she began to find her cunt onto the fat cock at her virginal, entrance. Her warm juices lubricated her enough to let her work her cunt down the wide hood of Ken's cockhead. Her long strong legs lifted high, wrapped around the backs of his thighs, opening her twat even farther for the invading ramrod.

"Hang on, honey. I'm going all the way in. It might hurt just a little…"

Susan hugged him tighter, gritted her teeth, and nodded. She rested her head against the man's chest, tense and ready and willing.

"Now!" Ken whispered loudly, at the same time shoving his massive cock right up her slippery slit, ramming her ripped hymen all the way up into her womb and wringing a sharp cry of pain from the throat.

She moaned deeply and clutched the doctor with all her might, gasping as the burning pain in her twat eased and slowly became a warming pleasure. She felt as though her lower body had suddenly been shoved full of burning steel.

"God! You're IMMENSE!" she said, gulping over and over, shuddering with the brand new sensation of a cock up her snatch.

Her cunt drooled around his prick, making her whole channel slippery and hot. Ken tried moving back out of the tight tube, puffing back away from her slightly, but Susan grabbed him and whined afraid he was leaving her clit for good.

"No, no… honey… easy! Take it slow and easy," he whispered to her, stroking her long blonde hair with one hand and holding her tightly to him with the other arm wrapped around her back.

Susan tried to relax, but the cock in her cunt made that impossible. She felt the sweat dripping down her body, soaking her open uniform under the arms and along her spine.

Ken moved a little further out, then all the way back in, making Susan sigh with the first full thrust of fucking in her life.

She wasn't a virgin any more!

"Mmmmm…" she purred, rubbing her cheek over the front of the doctor's shin.

"Move a little. Up and down on my cock."

Susan tried it. She lifted up, then settled back down, and the sensation nearly drove her crazy.

"GOD!" she cried, utterly delighted with the experience.

She lifted again, slammed back down. "Careful!" Ken warned her. He didn't want her ripping his cock right off his body.

Susan rose again, then fell, humping her tight wet twat up and down the fat pole, her long slender legs twitching as they fought to hold onto Ken's thighs.

To easing her straining, Ken backed the teen against the wall, pressing her body back hard for support. He began ramming his cock in and out of her clenching pussy, driving himself so deep into her body that Susan was afraid he'd split her wide open.

"Uh! Oh! Ooof!" she grunted with each thrust.

Her fingernails worked the hair at the back of Ken's neck, then dug long deep furrows into his skin as he crushed her asscheeks back against the cold tiles of the wall, fucking her harder and harder.

"Damn! You're so fucking tight." Ken gasped. Susan was sniffing in rhythm with the man's humping into her snatch, the breath being forced out of her lungs with each deep thrust.

But she clung on.

"Fuck me! Oooooo, fuck my pussy!" she whimpered, tearing at the back of Ken's lab coat, her head rolling limply from side to side as she rose higher and higher with her pleasure.

"Fuck my cunny! Shove your meat into my slit, baby! Do it harder! Come on!" she growled and groaned, humping in a rapid counter-rhythm to his fucking cock!

She buried her face in the man's throat, kissing eagerly at the warm fish, sucking his salty sweaty skin like a lusty vampire.

Ken twisted his neck away from the teenager's lips, then bent and kissed her. He sucked her sweet warm tongue into his mouth, dragging it halfway out of he own mouth in his frenzy to suck the thick juicy causing the to wince sad cry out in pain.

Ken didn't consider himself to be particularly sadistic, at least not viciously so, though he always got a terrific hard-on from watching bondage scenes in movies or on television. He liked to think of himself as a gentleman – tender and loving in his fucking. But he had to admit that it was giving him quite a thrill now to hear this teen moaning as he pulled harder and harder on her sensitive tongue – to hear her gasps of pain as he bit down on the wiggling mass.

He released her tongue, kissed her wetly for a moment, then recaptured the girl's lively tongue between his teeth, biting down quite hard tight on the tip so that the girl couldn't pull it a way without really ripping it.

He bit harder… and harder!

Susan gasped and tried to pull her head back, to slip her agonized tongue from between the biting teeth.