55 Erotic Sex Stories (15 page)

She walked over to the side of the bed on my right side and started to check the bandage around my arm, running her small hands up and down it to check for loose material. Her grip felt fantastic, and as she leaned over to check the IV placement I realised that the top button of her uniform was undone. I got an all-too-brief glimpse down her top, and saw a flash of her cleavage. As she stood up I caught a whiff of her sweet perfume. The air seemed warm, as if it had left her body and wafted straight to my nose. I looked at her body as she made a note on the chart, admiring her incredibly curvy hips and perfect, plump – but not fat - ass. My cock started to get a little hard as I looked at her. I tried to suppress it, but she was too hot and I was completely unable to wipe her from my mind. She had turned away as she wrote, giving me a great view of her ass. Then she dropped her pen, almost comically as if she had done it on purpose, and bent over to pick it back up. She was wearing white tights under her uniform, and as she bent over she stuck her big ass out just a couple of feet from my face. Her uniform rose up her legs, revealing more and more of her upper thighs, and then I realised that she was actually wearing stockings, with red lace borders at the top. My cock was getting even harder, and as she stood back up I flexed the muscles, creating a noticeable movement underneath the bed sheets. “Blood pressure: stable” she said, glancing at the long indentation in the covers. I had been changed into a hospital gown while I was unconscious, so my cock had almost no resistance as it grew bigger and harder.

She leaned over again, this time checking a wound that I had on my forehead. She dabbed at the bandage for a few seconds with her fingers, ensuring it was secure. I could see straight down her top and for those few glorious seconds I could see her red bra and immense bosoms resting within. They jiggled slightly as she moved her arms. “I’ll be back in a little while. I have other patients to check on” she said, and with that she left the room, winking at me as she pulled the door ajar. My cock was rigid but I could do nothing to pleasure myself. One hand was tied up in bandages and hurt to move, and the other was attached to the IV. I had to simply lie there with the image of her breasts in my mind and the scent of her perfume still clinging to my nostrils. I wanted so badly for her to come back and my cock remained fully erect and solid for about half an hour. I was starting to give up hope, but I couldn’t sleep and was unable to reach the TV remote, so all I had to entertain myself was a series of fantasies about the nurse. I imagined her doing all sorts of filthy things – riding me, sucking me, sitting on my face, the list goes on. Every time I heard footsteps I perked up, hoping she would slide back through the doorway, but it seemed like an eternity before she did.

She appeared in the door window and looked in at me, then glanced around over her shoulders carefully before pushing the door open. She stepped inside and quietly closed the door behind her, holding the door handle down until it was in place and then releasing it in silence. My heart was pounding: was I really about to get what I had been dreaming about? She walked over to the side of the bed, undoing the top few buttons of her uniform as she approached. She was staring directly into my eyes, almost hypnotically so. My cock was still utterly firm. She spread the material of her top apart to reveal her cleavage. It was even more spectacular than I had realised. “Too bad you can’t touch these!” she teased. I was practically drooling as I stared at them. She cupped them in her hands and shook them, causing ripples of soft, wobbly flesh to disperse over them. Her gaze fixed on the enormous bulge at my crotch. “Well!” she said, opening her eyes wide, “Somebody’s been a busy boy!”. She reached out her hand and unashamedly wrapped her fingers around the long shaft as she rubbed it up and down through the bed sheet. I sighed and flopped my head back into my pillow, leaning slightly to the right to look at her amazing ass as she bent over the bed. I wanted to spank it so much! “You’re a big boy, aren’t you!” she said as she stroked my cock, not once looking up at me. It was like my penis was some intoxicating drug that had her transfixed. She slipped her hand under the sheet and gripped it, lightly stroking up from the base to the tip and then back down again. She propped it up, causing the sheet to rise up like a tent. As she lifted her hand up it caused the sheet to rise a little more, giving me a quick look at my cock as she stroked it, before the sheet fell once again.

She looked at me and smiled. “You want something to play with too?” she asked playfully. I nodded, but had no idea what she would give me. She stepped away from the bed so I could see her full body, and then raised her uniform slightly to reveal her translucent red panties. I could see a thin strip of pubic hair leading down to her pussy, but otherwise she was completely bare. She took hold of the panties and peeled them down her legs, around her ankles and hooked them off her shoe as her uniform fell back into place around her thighs. I leaned forward in anticipation and she stepped over to hold them to my face. She positioned the patch that had just moments ago been resting against her pussy, directly onto my nose so I could smell it. It was fantastic – a delicious mixture of her perfume, her natural sweat and faint scent of piss. She placed them onto my face like a mask, wrapping the leg holes around my ears to stick them in place. Then, she moved back down and began to jerk my cock again, firmer and more energetically this time. The smell of her pussy had made me so hard I felt like I could burst at any moment. Not only that, the movement was causing her panties to slip down my face a little, so I was starting to get a smell of her ass hole as well. I cannot describe how turned on I was at that moment – all the pain medication was making me high as well.

I saw her bend over further through the red panty material, and then felt her warm, slippery tongue around the head of my cock. She started to make slurping sounds as she sucked on it, spreading her saliva all over it as she gagged it deep into her throat. I could see her head bobbing up and down as she moaned with gratification, like an animal snacking on a well earned meal. She cradled my balls in her hand while she sucked it, rolling them around between her fingers and thumb. After a short while she stopped, leaving my large spit covered cock resting on my lower stomach. She removed the panties from my face and tucked them under the pillow, and whispered into my ear, “Souvenir”. I was afraid that this was the end of our little encounter, but my fears quickly abated as she tossed her leg onto the side of the bed and climbed on top of me. She straddled my chest, being careful not to dislodge the IV from my wrist, and then shimmied up to my head. She placed her shins on the pillow at either side of my face and then hovered her pussy over my face. It was beautiful – completely smooth apart from the aforementioned strip of hair, and with small, tight lips which were very moist. I leaned up to kiss them gently as I smelled her vagina. It was the same as her panties, but stronger and ever so satisfying. I could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. She lowered herself down and I extended my tongue and began to lick at her labia, lapping up her juices as they flowed from her pussy. Her uniform was draped over my head, obscuring my face from view. My head was pressed firmly into the pillow under her whole body weight. She began to thrust her hips, clenching her ass cheeks together to quell the pleasure she was receiving from my tongue. I pushed it out as far as I could, penetrating her vaginal canal as I rotated it around the walls of her pussy. The rough texture of my tongue rubbed against the smooth, soft flesh of her vagina, sending her wild with passion. Her breathing became loud and exaggerated.

She moved back down my chest and turned around to face the opposite direction. I had an awesome close-up view of her legs, wrapped snugly in those white stockings, and her ass which opened up as she bent over to suck my cock some more. She backed up her body, foisting her pussy back into my face so that we could sixty-nine for a while. I continued to lick her pussy, flicking her clit with my tongue as she swallowed my cock. Her ass cheeks were perfectly round and concealed my face, blocking out the light. Her inner thighs were squeezing the sides of my face as she rocked gently back and forth. I could feel her immense breasts squashing against my stomach. She kept sucking until I was rock hard again, having gone slightly limp, and then spun around again to face me. She positioned her pussy over my dick and teased me with it for a moment, before sitting down on top of it. It slid inside her dripping wet pussy easily, pushing the walls of her vagina out as it entered her. It went deep, far more so than my tongue ever could. I felt her labia wrapping around it, coating my dick in her juices as she bounced up and down. I couldn’t see anything as her uniform was still draped around her legs. She unbuttoned it all the way down the front and then parted the material, uncovering her sexy stomach and her perfect pussy, which I could now see hugging my cock. Finally she peeled her bra down so that it stuck tightly under her breasts, so that I could see her nipples. They were firm and perfectly shaped. With the uniform hanging from her shoulders she leaned back and started to ride me again. Her back was arched so that her stomach and breasts stuck out in front of her, shaking as she thrust herself down onto my cock. I was no doubt rubbing against her G-spot, and I could tell she was getting extremely excited. Her groaning was becoming worryingly loud and the bed was making a shrill creaking noise under the weight of our bodies. She kept riding though, getting faster and faster, and then she started to rub her clit with her fingers as well. She was going to cum very soon, I could tell.

Sure enough, after another minute or so of rampant fucking and clit rubbing, she stopped breathing and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her legs were shaking violently as she went into a powerful orgasm. She groaned and clamped her teeth together, and then lurched forward on top of me. She buried her head in my neck as she continued to cum, grinding her hips on my crotch with my cock still inside her. I could hear her sexy moaning in my ear, and her hot breath on my neck. All this sexual excitement was sending me over the edge. Her orgasm seemed to go on for minutes as she kept thrusting against my cock, squeezing every last drop of pleasure from her climax as she could. I couldn’t hold on any longer. “I’m gonna cum!” I whispered to her. She dismounted me and moved down the bed so I could watch as she started to jerk my cock. With her head just an inch or two from the tip I started to cum, and spurted a load of hot semen into her mouth. It squirted straight in, with a couple of splashes hitting her cheek as she giggled. She washed it around her mouth for a moment and then swallowed the lot, smacking her lips together as you would after a particularly tasty glass of wine. She cleaned herself up and redressed my bed. The IV had worked loose thanks to her wanton riding on my cock, so she reattached it, and then went on her merry way. I drifted off to sleep, wondering whether I had actually survived the crash, or died and gone to heaven.

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As an attractive woman in my early 30s, I have lived an exorbitantly fun and, some would say wild life up to now. My college days were a blur of drinking, partying and practically non-stop sex with an assortment of men, and the occasional girl. My group of friends were wild, horny bitches, constantly on the prowl for the next decent lay, and so throughout my 20s I racked up an almost pornographic knowledge of sex. I explored every aspect of my sexuality, engaging in threesomes, anal sex, gang bangs, and some kinkier shit that would take me years to list. I love sex, and for a long time I was more than happy going from guy to guy, fucking and sucking an endless stream of hot, sexy dicks. However, as we grew older and more mature, my friends began to fall into long term relationships and started families. I watched them all one by one being ensnared by the allure of motherhood, but I remained much the same person I had always been. My sex drive was still rampant and there was a never ending supply of young men who wanted to fuck an older woman. It helped that my long, dirty blonde hair and large breasts were still in excellent condition.

That said, I guess I was always so jealous of my friends and their husbands that, even though I adored my single life, I found myself wanting what I didn’t have – a partner. You know what they say: the grass is always greener etc. So, I spent a while trying to find a man who checked every box on my admittedly rather short list. In fact, the only real criteria were that he was wealthy, had a sizeable cock and could give me amazing orgasms. Suffice to say, I found the perfect guy, and his name was Andrew! He was the managing director of some big multinational organisation. He told me about his job once, but it was in one ear and out the other. Anyway, his job took him all around the world, meaning he was rarely at home. His house was a glorious modernist mansion up in the hills, with an infinity pool that bypassed the amazing view of the city and connected with the ocean on the horizon. In the day time the sun glistened off the white surfaces that adorned the outside of the house, and the scent of lavender wafted in through the windows on the cool breeze. I had chosen most wisely.

Also living in the confines of the house was Andrew’s daughter from his previous marriage. Her name was Tiffany, and she had recently turned 18. She had short strawberry blonde hair with small but supple breasts and a petite frame. I was a fair bit taller than her, which cemented my authority. We got along just fine, despite an initial personality clash. Mostly I was envious of her youthful good looks, as a wrinkle or two crept onto my cheeks. I knew she probably had a boyfriend, as she would sometimes go out and not return until early in the morning, sneaking to her room in the hope that I wouldn’t notice. What I didn’t know was that she had been inviting a boy over during the day time while I was at work. Although my new husband had suggested that I didn’t need to work ever again, I wanted to keep my old routines going, if not for something to do with my time. I worked in an office in the city, doing fairly rudimentary stuff – pushing paper work and answering calls, that sort of thing. One morning I left for work, grabbing my keys and lunch as I darted out of the door. I drove for a little while, cursing the traffic and trying to apply my make up in the rear view mirror at every red light. I was about half way there when I realised I had forgotten my ID card, which was required to gain entry to the building. The security team were very strict, so I knew I had no choice but to turn around and go back for it.