School for Nurses (3 page)

‘It won't take long at all,' he assures me softly, ‘but first, a little something just for you, so you won't think I'm here only for my own pleasure.'

I glance over my shoulder at him when I hear the sound of his zipper coming down, but then quickly look away again as his cock springs free and I feel him spread my cheeks open.

‘Good thing you girls don't smoke cigars,' he remarks as he pushes his rigid penis into my tight bottom. I arch my back, helping his painfully rampant erection sink deep into my clinging, perversely welcoming, flesh. ‘With the cost of tobacco these days...' he groans as he thrusts hard into my body's most private and sensitive parts, ‘you'd be tied up in here all day!'

I reach down to caress my button, and as he pumps his hot come into my burning sphincter I climax with him, biting my lip not to scream from the terrible pleasure.

And then he makes me lick his cock clean before he lights another cigarette.

 

 

 

My husband often makes me take down my panties in public. The first time it happened was at the supermarket. I have a D-cup figure with shapely hips, and I never have problems getting men to look at me, but what happened this time was different.

I had left George waiting in the car and gone back to the counter to buy a pack of gum after we finished our weekly shopping. As was my habit in the past, I got lost reading a magazine by the checkout and didn't notice the time flying by. When I eventually bought my gum and got back to the car, George was redder than a bull's eye and twice as hot under the collar.

‘You've done this too many times, Darlene,' he said as I slipped into the passenger's seat.

‘What are you talking about?' I asked innocently.

‘You know what I'm talking about, Darlene.'

He was real mad this time, I could tell; there was a little white vein over his right eye that was twitching. It was boiling hot in the parking lot in the noonday sun, and people were walking by. ‘I don't know what you're talking about, George.' I continued my innocent act. ‘Start the car and turn on the air-conditioner, please,' I added casually, hoping he would let me get away with it.

He did not. George is a big man with sandy hair thinning on top. He has freckles on his arms, big red freckles on big strong arms. I like him to love me hard, usually he's too gentle, but this time he really lost his temper. Without another word, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me across the seat toward him. Then he opened his door, got out the car, and pulled me with him.

I was suddenly very scared of this man I thought I knew as I stood in the hot parking lot, my short skirt wafting against the backs of my thighs in the breeze, trying to think of what I could say to calm him down. ‘George, honey...'

‘Don't say a word Darlene, just walk around to the back of the car.'

‘George...'

‘Darlene, if you say another word, I'm going to drive off and you can walk home.'

He meant it. I could see it in the set of his mouth and in the slight sheen of perspiration on his upper lip. ‘All right,' I said as quietly as possible, and walked around to the back of the car. We own an old, four-door Ford with a big boot. I stood next to it, and the hot bumper made me jump slightly when it touched my naked legs beneath my skirt.

‘Darlene,' George came and stood right in front of me, so his face was looming over mine, ‘you've been a naughty, naughty girl. Wouldn't you say?'

‘I would, George,' I admitted quietly.

‘Then you ought to be punished, right?'

‘Um...' I wasn't quite sure what was happening.

‘Push your panties down and lean over the back of the car, Darlene.'

I couldn't believe it. My ears rang with his shocking command as I blushed just thinking about it. And yet, at the same time, the idea made my pussy feel strangely warm. ‘George, come on now, honey...'

‘Darlene...'

‘I'm not going to take my panties down like some kind of tramp and bend over the car,' I protested.

‘Darlene, you want to stay here? Fine, I'm done with you.' He started walking back down the driver's side.

‘George?!'

He turned back towards me. ‘Get your face on that boot, Darlene.'

‘But it's shameful... I mean, out here in public...'

‘You should have thought about what it would feel like to take your panties down in the parking lot before you kept me waiting.'

‘I didn't know...'

‘You will now.'

Which is how I found myself bending over that boot in broad daylight in the parking lot of the busiest supermarket in town. Luckily, we had parked near a corner where the traffic wasn't too heavy. But I could still hear people walking by even though I couldn't see them, and didn't
want
to see them.

‘That's a good girl, Darlene.' I heard George come and stand behind me. ‘Very good.'

I felt his hands reach up under my skirt and stroke my thighs from behind. I felt the air on my skin as my skirt was lifted, exposing my little white cotton panties, and I suddenly felt faint knowing my bottom was now exposed to the eyes of any man or woman who happened to pass by. I closed my own eyes. ‘George...' I whispered.

‘Be a very good girl, Darlene.' He peeled the soft cotton off my buttocks and slowly pulled my panties down. His strong hands caressed me on the way down, and the breeze kissing my pussy made me realise I was wet; I was horribly embarrassed and yet excited at the same time. He took his time sliding my panties down my thighs, so I had plenty of time to think about what I was letting him do in the middle of a crowded parking lot, and then he left them hanging around my knees.

‘George?' I sounded like a frightened little girl now, yet the hot feeling between my legs was not at all innocent.

‘Hold still, honey,' he said, and right then and there he started spanking me. The impact of his open palm stung like the slap of water when you dive flat into a pool, and sent ripples of pleasure through my soaking pussy. Suddenly I wanted him badly. He slapped my left cheek first, and then my right cheek, and I gasped in mingled pain and desire. He brought his hand down hard on my exposed flesh six times before he patted my flaming bottom, and told me to scoot back into the car.

He drove us home like a criminal running from the cops, and shoved me into the bedroom the minute we walked into the house. ‘You know what to do,' he said in a low voice, the same one he had used in the parking lot.

‘You want me to take everything off?' I teased.

‘If you want, we can go back to the parking lot,' he said roughly, ‘and this time we can park right outside the checkout aisles.'

I took my panties off but left my skirt on, and then pulled off my T-shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra.

He grabbed both my breasts and squeezed them roughly, as hungrily as if I was a girl he had never had before and he had finally got me in the backseat of a car.

I sighed, ‘George, honey, love me like your own little bad girl!'

He pulled my skirt up and made me kneel on the edge of the bed with my bum up in the air. I didn't know what he was doing, but then I heard a strange hissing sound and looked around. He was pulling his belt off one loop at a time, letting it hang down his leg as he held it up by the buckle. He patted my bottom just beneath my cheeks, making my pussy tremble, and then stepped back.

The first lash of the belt was the worst; it was such a shock to my system. The belt flicked around and stung both my cheeks, but not at the same time, so it almost felt like two blows right after the other. I started crying after his third hard lash, but I knew better than to complain.

He kept on touching my cheeks in between whipping them, making me so wet that I finally collapsed across the bed and buried my face in a pillow I wanted him so badly.

He was kissing me now, and the feel of his hand between my thighs made me moan with longing. Then I finally sensed him pulling his cock out of his pants. He rolled me over onto my back, and made me lift my legs up into the air and hold them wide open for him. I felt totally exposed as he slowly fed my hungry pussy his huge red cock. I had never seen it get so big before, and I cried out as he drove it into me.

‘Are you a bad girl?' he asked harshly, fucking me hard and fast.

‘I want to be good!' I gasped. He was filling me up, violently stuffing me with his erection like he never had before, and I wanted to die it felt so good.

‘Will you take your punishment like a good girl?' he demanded, making my breasts bob wildly up and down as he rammed his hard-on as deep into my body as he could.

‘I will honey, I will! I'll be just as bad as you want me to be! I'll be your good... oh, I'll be your punishment whore!' I screamed.

He leaned over and bit my neck as I came and came and came. Sometimes being bad is the best thing that can happen to a girl.

 

 

 

Not much was happening on the home front for a while until I came home one night last year, and found a note from Mark on the kitchen table. Mark is a movie buff. When we first met we went out to the movies constantly, especially to sexy Italian flicks from the sixties. But lately, what with one thing or another - you know how it is once you start living together - even racy European movies had stopped getting us excited. Then one night I came home and found a note on the kitchen table in Mark's handwriting:
We're going to the movies. Go to the bedroom
.

Intrigued, I took off my coat. Beneath it I was wearing a cotton blouse and a wool skirt. I went into the bedroom hoping to find him. Instead, on the closet door near the bed, was another note:
Take out your raincoat
.

I took my raincoat out of the closet. It was tan vinyl with a red lining and I'd had it for years. Pinned to the neck of the coat was another note:
Put it on, with nothing between you and the buttons
.

My pussy started getting wet right then and there; it had been tingling since I walked through the bedroom door. Mystery games had thrilled me since I was a kid, and Mark knew it. I stripped off my blouse, and got butterflies in my stomach looking around our little apartment wondering if Mark was hiding somewhere, watching me. We had been living together for six months, yet I suddenly felt shy. I let my skirt drop to the floor, undid the clasp on my bra, slipped it off, and folded it neatly on a pillow. Then I slid my panties down to my ankles, stepped out of them and picked up the raincoat. The red lining skidded against my already tight and excited nipples as I slipped it on, and the plastic chafed my bare thighs. The vinyl was cold and felt very strange against my naked breasts and buttocks.

Inside the left hip pocket, I found another note:
Go to the multi-screen theatre. Don't drive
.

Not far from our apartment there is a precinct with a big movie house in it, the kind with five screens and wide, comfortable seats. The thought of walking through the streets with no clothes on beneath the raincoat made my pussy tingle, but my belly felt tight with fear. Thinking fast, I decided that if Mark took the trouble to liven things up around here, the least I could do was swallow my inhibitions and play along.

I walked out into the hallway of our apartment building, and immediately felt a draft slip up into the coat and caress my thighs. I looked both ways to make sure no one was around, but it wasn't until I was out on the street that I really began feeling self-conscious. Every one I passed seemed to be looking at me in my raincoat and high-heels. My legs felt strangely weak, and I was increasingly worried about tripping and wantonly exposing my bare cheeks to the world as I fell. I kept my eyes lowered and stepped demurely away from all the men I passed. The two blocks between our apartment and the theatre had never seemed longer.

Inside the theatre I held the collar of the raincoat tightly closed, but at the ticket desk I suffered my next thrill of embarrassment. A young man handed me a stub through the window before I even opened my mouth, and when I looked at him in surprise, he said, ‘You were expected,' and smiled at me in a way that made me feel he could see right through my coat. I blushed to realise that in my excitement I had forgotten to bring any money, and that until that moment I had not even thought about the actual movie.

I hurried down the appropriate corridor; I did not know if the film had started yet. I was glad to see the lobby was empty, but also a little disappointed; subconsciously, I had been looking forward to walking through a crowd of people completely naked beneath my coat.

I opened the door to the auditorium, stepped inside, and paused to let my eyes adjust to the darkness. Already I could tell the theatre was full, and gradually, with a sinking feeling in my belly, I realised the audience consisted mainly of men. All I remember about the movie when I came in is a woman's legs filling the screen and that it had been shot somewhere very bright. Then I noticed a section of five empty seats about halfway down the aisle, and somehow I knew Mark had managed to reserve them. But I would have to make my way over the legs of approximately ten seated men to get to them, and their knees pulling on my coat would threaten to expose me every step of the way.