- Love Sergeyevna, darling! - rises to me to meet a middle-aged doctor - Send out today? Well, thank you! What would we do without you! I don’t even know how to thank you.
- Let's count, Gleb Vladimirovich, let's count, - I smile - you know what drives us, the volunteers.
- I'm afraid to ask that!
“Love,” I sighed, leaving.
I walk along an almost shabby corridor to the ward of patients with limited mobility. Here are mostly older men. When I appear in the room, there is a revival. Everyone greets and everyone looks at me: someone with joy, someone with hope. And only the operated peasant with prostate adenoma turns to the wall. Nothing, darling! And you will be cured. It begins the usual hard and unpleasant work to care for patients. This is not the end of my work. I stay overnight as an attendant on duty.
After hanging up, I go to my ward.
- Well? Is everyone all right? - I ask strictly.
An old man to my right immediately raises his hand.
- Love Sergeyevna, can I? - He asks an uncertain voice.
Well, just like in school! I sit down on his bed.
“I can't fall asleep, Lyubov Sergeyevna,” he complains. “Will you help me, eh?” - He asks with hope in his voice.
“Well, what to do with you,” I say, softening.
I take out a latex glove from my pocket. The old man readily throws back the blanket. Pulls off his pajama pants with his underpants. I glance over the heads of the ward. Basically, they pretend to be asleep, but some people cast interested views. I stretch my gloved hand and carefully take the faded member of the old man with two fingers. He stares at what I'm doing. And I make careful movements with the fingers below the penis head. The movements are light, tangent, from which older men begin to have an erection faster. The member swells slightly, and I speed things up without increasing amplitude. A man with his head on a bent arm, quite and often sniffs. I look into his face. From my smile, his dick grows in size. He gently puts his hand on my hip and strokes it through the robe. I let him do this because the erection is noticeably increasing. Starikovsky member is almost worth it.
- Move the pelvis to meet me - I say to him - This is useful for you.
The old man begins to groan, then, whining piteously, cums in my hand. I take off the glove and turn it inside out. The session of relaxation therapy is over. I notice another extended hand, it is new. Such a heavy balding man.
- Well, what bothers you, sick? - coming up, I ask him with a grin.
- Same! - he says.
Under the blanket he has a half-full penis. With a familiar movement I take out a glove.
- Lyubov Sergeyevna, is it possible without a glove, a pen?
- If with a condom, then you can - I answer him.
- Doctor, well, I'm not contagious, my tests were taken ...
Already calls me "doctor", like all my wards.
“Well, except for the first time,” I say sternly.
From my light cautious touches to the foreskin of the penis, it begins to heave. Tilting his head, looking at him. I run my finger along the lower side of the penis, get to the large scrotum and tickle it with my fingertips. My nails are cut and do not interfere with this. The man, sniffing, is watching my actions. Then he says quite loudly:
- Doctor, can I ask you to suck me?
- Suck? - I ask, raising an eyebrow.
- Yes...
“I smile, lean over him and lick my pomaded lips, half open.”
He looks at them fascinated. I slightly move away, take his penis with two fingers, which is noticeably swollen, bending low over him. My lips are a few inches from its tip. I already feel its stale, not too pleasant smell.
- Like this?
I open my mouth and turn my head so that he can see his dick against the background of my open lips
- Uh ... Yes! Yes! He exclaims happily.
- It is impossible, - I say in an indifferent tone, straightening and removing my hand - Do not be impudent, sick.
- Doctor, I'm sorry! - he says hastily, turning to a whisper - I will cry! As you want?
- And the whole world is not enough ... - I say absently - you upset me, sick. Next time, behave yourself. You need to make progress in your recovery, okay? And we'll see.
- Doctor, I'm sorry! Help me please! - he humbly asks.
- Well, well ... think of something.
I notice on his table a box of chocolates.
- will you allow?
Pulling out the lollipop. I move the chair to his bed, sit on it.
- Do it yourself.
Slowly immerse the lollipop in my mouth.
- Do you like to look at me? - I ask indistinctly, with a full mouth.
- Yes! Yes! You are so pretty!
“Look and imagine that I suck at you,” I said, sucking the ball loudly with a noise.
The man stares at my face, shaking and jerking off his penis. I throw him a glove in his face.
- Finish it, otherwise I will make everything lick.
I look at the man languidly. I make my lips with a heart. I bring chups to them and demonstrate how he slowly sinks into my mouth. I open my mouth wide and breathe sexually to them, with a quick movement of the tip of my tongue to lick the sweet, sticky juice from the ball. The man groans loudly. Without tearing away his glass look from me, he ends up in a glove pressed to his groin.
- Well done!
I stand up and, with a deft movement, insert the chups into his mouth.
- Get well, sick. It is in your interest.
Petrovich is lying by the window, a thin man with a spinal injury. Sit down to him.
- Lyubov Sergeyevna, but I almost finished it myself now! - he said - why are you trying so hard for some mudily?
- Here, in front of me, too, is some kind of asshole. I guess I won’t try for it, ”I replied in a dull voice.
- Love ... Love Sergeyevna, so I ... Excuse me.
- Oh well. How are you, Petrovich?
- You promised ... They promised to give me today ...
- Yes. If you...
Petrovich begins to rise from the bed. I get up to give him a place. He sits down, then resolutely gets up, staggering. Spreading his arms like a tightrope walker, he stands on the rope, takes a step forward. More more. He staggers, nearly falls, but walks down the aisle. Finally comes to the front door, grabs the joint. Then, having recovered his breath, turns around and goes back heavily. Reaches his bed and gently lays down on his face, recovering his breath.
- Well, how? He asks in a cheering loud whisper.
- Bravo, Petrovich! Well, the contract is more expensive than money. Rest first.
- What is the rest, Lyubov Sergeyevna, - he breathes heavily, lifting himself up - I want you, there is no urine! So I want that aching eggs. True, you give me?
- We agreed, Petrovich.
He quickly lowers his pants. His thin stringy member is already standing. I sat down again on the bed.
- Another condition, remember?
- And of course! Of course...
He pulls out a condom package from under the pillow and hastily opens it with his teeth.
- Let me.
I smooth it on a member of Petrovich, who at that time already has time to paw me on the chest.
- Well, hush, hush!
Zalazu under the blanket to Petrovich to avoid prying eyes, while the whole chamber subsided in suspense, catching every sound that came from our corner. I lay my back to him. I get up, picking up my bathrobe. Petrovich's tenacious hands are hurrying across my body. Chew breasts under the bra, stroking the sides, thighs, stroking the ass through the panties. I have nothing under my bathrobe. Petrovich moves, ...
breathing hard in my ear. His hand climbs between my legs, then strokes my stomach and climbs into panties. Petrovich's wheezing and rustling from our movements spread in the chamber. On this foreplay ended. I pull down my panties, and Petrovich starts poking me with his cock below my buttocks.
- Lyuba, daughter, - he says in a loud whisper, which everyone hears - Direct me, dear! I haven't had a woman for a long time ...
The bed is narrow, and I am lying on it, having bent my legs and putting Petrovich priest in front of her. I hardly keep myself from falling out of bed. I slip my hand into my crotch and use my fingers to stumble on the squirming rubberized head of Petrovich’s member. Fingers pressed her to the entrance to the vagina. Petrovich pulls his skinny hips, and his cock comes into me. Petrovich groans, feeling his sexual organ tightly gripped by my pi.
“Hold me, or I'll fall out of bed,” I mumble.
Petrovich grabs me by the hips, hugging me, and the bed starts to creak rhythmically. In my opinion, at this point in the ward, everyone except the operated handjob. Petrovich, even choking, continues to whisper loudly.
- Doctor ... Lyubov Sergeyevna ... I fuck you ... I fuck ... Daughter ... Sweet pussy ... Let me fuck you ... And what an ass ... And tithe ... Hear, Mudachie, I fuck Love Sergeyevna! She only gives me ... And you suck yourself a dick ... Damn ... Finish ... Finish ... Damn!
In the end, Petrovich pushed me so hard that I flew off the bed. Fortunately, I didn't get tangled up in a blanket, so I managed to get on my feet. All this lasted no more than a couple of minutes. Unfortunately, I jumped off a member of Petrovich with a condom. It was discovered when it was already late, and the inside of the panties was covered with its contents. I had to go through the rest of the shift without them ...
***
Today I went to a familiar artist, a Bohemian representative. I managed to get to know him through one of her friends. His name is Gosh, and he is blue. That is why a friend gave it to me. This acquaintance turned out to be very useful to me. Now Gosha paints a picture in the classical style, and I speak as a model. My face, hairstyle, figure and in general the whole body will be immortalized in painting.
I came up too early. The artist worked on another picture. Also in the classic style. Posing two boys of years ... nadatsya. They were naked and depicted toli angels, toli do not understand who. They stood in an elaborate pose, holding hands. Gosh was passionate about work, and I did not bother him. She sat down quietly in her chair and began to look at the boys. When I appeared, they were embarrassed, giggling softly. Just like girls. And their bodies were so tender, with vegetation in the groin. Somewhere found a young man of such small stature. Interestingly, they know that Gosh - blue? And they themselves, too, probably blue? And we will check!
I pushed a low bench to the chair to make myself comfortable. I was wearing a black dress, black booties and black stockings. I put my foot on the bench, dreamily looking off into the distance. And she was so “noticed” that she did not notice how my knee began to deviate to the side. From the position where the boys stood, it was now possible to look under my skirt. And this direction is clearly interested in them. In front of them is a slender, short-haired brunette with brown, heavy eyes and dreamy, thin features. And she let herself look under the clothes. See that she has black translucent stockings on slender legs and white satin panties. And they both stared at it all.
Catching their gaze, I smiled encouragingly and began to play with my legs, then spreading them apart, then closing again. The boys almost instantly began an erection. Gosh looked at them in bewilderment, and when he followed their gaze, he shook his shoulders and head with a made indignation and began to smile. Meanwhile, the boys turned red, their faces became serious, and then one of them began to ejaculate involuntarily, and the next one could not stand it. Gosh reproachfully looked at me and stopped working.
- Boys, you are free for today. Love Sergeyevna, I ask you.
- Boys, do not leave, please! - I gently asked getting up - Will you help me to undress?
- Love Sergeyevna!
- Gosh, what's wrong with that? ... Boys will help me take off my boots, right, boys? Thank you, my dears! - I cooed when they crouched in front of me, and stroked both of them on the head.
They rose and stood before me. What they finished, did not affect their pisyuny. They continued to tensely stand like strong fresh fungi.
One boy, which is prettier, I stroked my cheek with a warm palm.
- The dress is unbuttoned from behind, my dear ...
The boy puffed behind me. She squealed lightning.
- Very good. Now put it down!
I rotated my hips, helping the boy pull off my dress. porn stories Now I stood in front of them in black stockings and bra and white panties.
- Swap places, boys. Can you unzip a woman's bra? Mmm ... be careful, it's just ...
Looking at a cute boy, I dropped the bra on the back of the chair, and she sat on his edge, leaning back.
- Who wants to take off my panties?
The stronger boy who didn’t take his eyes off me jumped to me. and hesitantly put his hands on my waist.
- Get up and knees, honey. It’s more convenient, I taught.
Raised her ass, helping to pull off my last piece of clothing. Holding her head with her hand, she looked at the boys with an innocent look. Then she gladly put her foot on the edge of the chair and took her to the side. The shocked boy was looking at my pink pi, who was already beginning to get excited by all this shameless action. The boy who stood in front of me groaned, grabbed the pussyun and began to finish again. One white trickle, second, third ... Another boy pushed him away and took his place. I smiled, stroked my head and spread my legs in front of him. It all happened again, he finished almost immediately, slightly twitching his protruding pisyun. And even after that, the boys had no erection. That's what youthful hypersexuality means!
Gosh has not interfered in anything, just stood and watched what was happening. Estet fucking.
- Well, boys. Now Uncle Gosh will draw me. Will you help me?
Yes, they were ready for anything. Having embraced them, I led to the ottoman, on which I usually lay naked and posed. She stroked a beautiful boy's head.
- What is your name?
- Tolya.
I lay down on the couch and beckoned him with my finger.
- Tolik, come here.
He approached me hesitantly. I thoughtfully touched his ringing penis and petrified testicles in a compact scrotum. When I pulled off his foreskin, he gasped in surprise.
- Have you ever fucked Tolik?
- None ...
- Do you want?
- D ... Yes ... - he squeezed, stuttering.
- Come on. Go here. Lie down. Do not be afraid you do not shake. I will not eat you, you fool, - I whispered in his ear when he lay down next to me.
Put it back comfortably. Sat on his hips. Returned his foreskin to its former position. She got up and, looking into his eyes, deprived the boy of virginity. Climbing up and down on his penis, I enjoyed, feeling like a strong boyish member penetrates me. Every time I went down on Tolik, he would twitch and cry out in pain. After two ejaculations in a row, his dick was over-excited and hurt him. And I was pleased to hear his moans. It was a real rape.
Not stopping my jumps, I looked at Gosha.
- Listen, bring some grease, be a friend!
- And what is your name?
- Denis.
- Gosh, smear his penis. You know how to, - I grinned.
- Come on, Denis, now get here. Sit Tolyanu on feet. Okay ... Move closer.
I started ..
hand behind her back, caught Denis's peg and sent it to herself. He abruptly entered my anus, and we both screamed in pain. It seemed to me that they pierced me through with a lance. The decrepit couch creaked, we could hear our intense breathing, interrupted by moans. I had two boys at once, and their members rubbed against each other inside of me. Their hands struggled with each other for the right to crush my breasts. I never imagined how nice it is, and what an unusual feeling! Denis shouted in fright when the experienced Gosh entered him. It was a real bohemian decadence, sensual and depraved. When I was tired of pleasure, I drove them all away. Gosh gave me a drink of cognac, covered the rug and quietly left the studio. Thank you, gosh! You are a true friend.
***
At the smoking room met Petrovich. Well. A disabled person sentenced to a wheelchair is making progress. My efforts are beneficial, and I'm really a doctor. The real one. Petrovich as quickly as he could, hobbled to me.
- Lyubov Sergeyevna, good health!
- And you do not get sick, Petrovich.
- Love Sergeyevna, maybe more ... Well, give me ...?
- May be. Tonight I will be on the fourth floor in the treatment room. If you get there, I'm yours.
- Got it. Thank you, Lyubov Sergeyevna! I'll get there, be sure to get there.
He reached. I woke up at night from shuffling steps. A soft knock and the door opened.
- Love Sergeyevna! - there was a loud whisper - I got it!
- Come on in, "eagle." What can you do with it.
Locked the door to the key. Priper, lover's fucking. Well, time to pay debts.
- Lyubasha, daughter! I love you, my beautiful you ...
- Not yours.
- Now - my - he happily objected, undressing, - Daughter, undress, too! I did not see you naked even once.
- Call me on “you”, Vladimir Petrovich.
- Let me lick you a pussy!
- Don't, Petrovich. Let's get it over with quickly. I still need to sleep, - I said, undressing.
Lay naked on the couch and spread her legs.
“I dreamed all week how I would lay you down,” said Petrovich happily. “To climb such a beautiful woman — and then at least to the next world!”
He fiddled with a condom. Petrovich had no problems with erection. He climbed onto the couch, settled between my legs and began to adjust his unit. I had to help him. With a stifled “Oooh!” He flopped at me. She tapped the wall of the couch, Petrovich puffed tensely, his thin ass rose and fell, the testicles in the saggy old scrotum were crawling in my crotch. He tried to kiss me, but I pulled him off. This time he puffed long. I managed to bleed my cheek. Then he began to really gasp.
- Love Sergeyevna! Take me by the balls, please! Cumming!
He was twitching, and I was rubbing his testicles with my fingers. Finally, he calmed down, sprawling on me.
- Well, everything, everything. Everything, I said! Slap off, finally!
Back to the chamber, I took him on the chair, he himself would not have reached.
I never managed to sleep. On the way back I was intercepted by a middle-aged man. He was from the neurological department where hot spot veterans were treated. His face was alarmed.
- Doctor, there we have a bad brother!
- I'm not a doctor, I'm a nurse. Call the nurse on duty.
- So in fact there is no one! At least you know where to put it.
We reached the chamber into which he had pushed me. I did not have time to blink and an eye, as was surrounded by several men. I tried to run back, but at once several hands kept me.
- Uh, what the hell! Well, let out!
“C'mon, sis,” said a large man, smiling affably, “You give old men, and we are worse?” Yes, we are all on the selection.
“Let me pass, otherwise I will plant you.”
- No, you will not plant. We have a certificate, ”said someone from behind, and everyone laughed.
- Come on, sis, make a pleasant heroes. You will like it too.
I wanted to shout, but I squeezed my throat, and I wheezed. Immediate voice osyp.
- What are you doing, creatures!
I was already firmly held and silently dragged off the robe and underwear.
“Leave the stockings and shoes,” someone said briskly.
Two picked me up and held me in my arms. Someone from behind held his throat. Two held my hands and spread my legs, holding them under my knees. The same big guy came up to me with a friendly smile and let down his pants. He spat on his palm and smeared the head of his big cock with saliva. Holding his dick, he began to drive his burgundy head over my pi's lips, gradually delving into me. Then, slowly, I began to fuck me, plunging deeper and deeper with every thrust, until I was finally filled with his not very hard but voluminous member. He put his hand on the back of my head and squeezed my hair in my hand, pressed his mouth to mine. Having overcome the resistance, the language of the man got into my mouth. In vain I tried to avoid touching my tongue with his. At the same time he continued to fuck me. His tremors gradually weakened. Finally, he pulled out of me his sagging penis.
- Fuck, not worth it. Bitch...
His place was taken by another. Thin, dark, who held me by the throat. He fucked me not long, for a minute. Finished at me and walked away.
“Fuck, we’re already tired of keeping up,” those two grumbled.
- Will you suck? Sucking off - let go.
“I won't,” I croaked.
I was brought to the table and bent, holding hands. Someone was fucking me from behind, clamping his mouth with his hand. Then another, painfully clutching at my chest. The two did not stand, at least they said so. I think they just felt sorry for me. The latter put me on the bed with his stomach and climbed on top. His penis climbed between the hips and found the way to my reddened long-suffering pi. He rode for a long time and snuffled at me, slapped me on the buttocks and thighs, and also finished inside. After that, I did not cause any interest. They put a dressing gown on me, put the laundry in my hands and put it out of charge.
"Heroes of hot spots"! I was sick, and I hardly reached the shower, leaving a drop of sperm on the floor.
***
- Love Sergeyevna! - our director addressed me by phone - Imagine, we are not renewed the license! So, there will be no financial support. Help me please! Only you can get on with these bureaucrats.
Yes I can. Get on with one of these bureaucrats. There was a queue for this bureaucrat, but when I called myself, the secretary invited me out of turn.
- Love Sergeyevna! What are the fates! Shouted the bold, bespectacled type delightedly.
- You know how. What is the history of the license?
He made a feigned sympathetic face.
- The licensing rules have changed, he sighed with hypocritical regret. Therefore, I can not sign. We'll have to redo everything, but you need to keep up to the day after tomorrow, I'm going on vacation.
- We can somehow solve this problem?
“Mmm ... Everything is in your hands, Lyubov Sergeyevna,” he purred in a sincere voice and stared at me expectantly.
I slowly took off my raincoat, put it on a chair. Went around the table and knelt before him. Smiling rather, he got up from his chair and began to unbutton his pants. After lowering his pants to his knees, he pressed the link button.
- I'm not, Svetochka!
- Well, Ilya Borisovich.
Then his belly and thighs hung over my face. I raised myself, adjusting to his height. She opened her mouth. He put his head on the back of my head and put his little stinky penis with the smell of stagnant urine into my mouth. I had to work a few minutes with my lips before some kind of erection appeared.
- Open wider, Lyubov Sergeyevna.
I had to open my mouth, as at a dentist’s appointment, and the official at that time was playing his trick: he put his eggs in my mouth with the penis. I can breathe tolerably, but the mouth full of hair from the scrotum, a small dick crawls around my palate. Ilya Borisovich snuffled, making his farm microscopic movements in my mouth. I managed to grope the tip of his tongue with the tip of the tongue. A little caressing movements of the tongue, and the member of the bureaucrat began to languidly pour out the semen under my tongue.
Then I stood and waited for him to sign. The lower jaw ached violently. After receiving the paper, I smiled and let out a trickle of sperm from my mouth. Right on the fly of his pants.
Kate Miranda.