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🕑 Added 2018-04-21 19:07:26 +0000 UTCJane Foster walked through the familiar halls of Dr. Blake’s offices, knowing them well enough to watch the charts on the clipboard she carried more than where she was going. It was lunch, after all, and would be the better part of an hour before her boss got back to see any more patients. She had the run of the place; since she’d had a big breakfast, it was the perfect time to catch up on some of the paperwork she helped Don out with. Off the books, she did the books.
Though she was only now approaching her thirties, Jane dressed and even acted like an old maid. She wore her long hair up in a bun under her nurse’s cap, while her lush body was similarly hidden under a heavy and loose uniform.
Jane stopped, hearing sounds ahead of her. She lowered the clipboard to make sure she hadn’t been about to run into anyone, but saw only a partially open door ahead of her. Beyond it, whispering and giggling were coming through. Jane tiptoed up to the cracked door, peeking into the room with suddenly insatiable curiosity. What she saw had her drawing in a hissing breath.
A week ago, Don had hired a new receptionist for the practice, a tall, leggy blonde who went only by Val. She was willing to work for ridiculously low wages, seemingly only wanting to be close to Dr. Blake. Jane, however, had mostly discounted her as a rival—it wasn’t like such a fit supermodel of a girl would be so obsessed with a gimp like Don, not when there were dreamy fellows like Thor out there.
And yet, the young blonde was kissing the doctor. His hands were on her chest as he made a weak effort to push her away. Jane stared at the deep, steamy kiss they nonetheless shared.
“You can’t just invade my life like this, Brunnhilde,” Don moaned. “What if Nurse Foster finds us? It’s not safe.”
“Relax, ‘Don,’” Val assured him, panting as she worked to unbutton her blouse. “Jane’s off to lunch. I’ve got you all to myself—and I’m not about to let you walk around with a hard-on like that. You could hurt someone…”
Jane saw him pull the blonde into his arms and kiss her, his tongue slipping into her mouth, with Val moaning around it.
Jane felt a strange sensation passing through her as she peeped at the couple. She knew that she should close the door and let the two of them entertain themselves, if that was what they wanted, but something about the way that Val was responding stopped her. She felt a moist heat building between her thighs, one that she hadn’t felt for a long time. The nurse was getting excited as she watched Don and Val.
Jane was the best built girl in the building, which was saying something, considering the secretaries that the neighboring legal firms and ad agencies tended to accrue. She was tall and dark and beautiful. Her firm breasts stood up high and proud on her chest, seeming all the sweeter for not having been seen by a man since she’d graduated medical school. The sensations she had so loved were stirring in her supple body again. Jane moaned, feeling that deep aching need inside her again—it’d been so long, too long…
Don’s hands went inside Val’s open top, bulging out the material as he cupped her breasts. From the way Val’s top was moving around, Jane could see he was rolling her nipples around in his pinched fingers. As Val pulled the side of her blouse apart, Jane could see that she was right.
“Ooooh, Dr. Blake!” Val groaned as he pushed aside her top and exposed her lacy bra, kissing the side of her neck as he ran his fingers over her breasts. “You know that drives me wild!”
“Does it?” Don teased. “How about this?”
He found the clasp in front of her bra and pinched it open. Her pure white flesh burst out, the nipples long and hard as Don cupped her naked teats.
Jane put her eye closer to the crack as she watched Don fondling those luscious young breasts. She felt her own sex growing wet as Val quivered from Don’s surprisingly assertive touch. Jane had had no idea that he could be so domineering, or that he was so evidently experienced. She wished that it was her leaning up against a bed with Don’s hands on her chest. Her eyes flicked down, seeing a bulge in the dark slacks Don wore—his cock was rock-hard and enormous.
“I need a doctor!” the young receptionist groaned.
Don slipped down and sucked on her lovely white tits, which only prolonged her groan as he took her hand and guided it to the raging growth in his pants.
Val’s hand didn’t shy away. She rubbed the rising bulge.
“Take it out.”
“I want to,” the blonde gasped, “but—don’t you think you’d better change? Wouldn’t you rather do it as… him?”
Don unzipped his fly for her. “I’m like him where it counts. Besides, it’s fun to fuck as mortals.”
Jane didn’t think she’d heard him right. Even in New York, she hardly thought this counted as moral.
Val’s hand slipped into Don’s fly and dragged out his manhood. It was throbbing hard, all stiff and ready. The sight made Jane shudder. One hand dropped to her groin, finding a soaking wet patch in her panties.
“Remember what I taught you?” Don asked.
“I’ve gotten a lot better,” Val giggled.
“Yeah?” Don asked, pushing down on her shoulders. “Show me.”
“I sure will!” Val cooed, dropping down to her knees with her eyes on his stiff cock.
She wrapped her fingers around his manhood as it stuck out from his loose black pants, running her fingers up and down the stiff shaft. Drawing close to the raging erection, she licked the fat purple cockhead, moaning in pleasure at the taste. “Mmmmm!”
Jane had always loved doing that. One of her old boyfriends had told her she was born to suck cock. Oral sex had come naturally to her, and she’d never lost her love for the feel of a hard cock stretching out her mouth, or for the lovely white cream that spurted from the tip when the man couldn’t take anymore.
“Oooooh, yes, Val!” Don sighed with obvious delight. “Suck it. Suck it just as nice as that…”
Jane saw that she wasn’t the only woman who loved sucking cocks. Val was licking and sucking all over Don’s thickness as if she’d never tasted anything as delicious. The glistening head of his prick was loosing a steady flow of precum, and Val wasn’t letting any of it go to waste. She slurped up the clear fluid as quickly as it appeared.
Jane was breathing heavily, rubbing her hand over the mound of shivering flesh between her thighs. She couldn’t stop watching Don and Val. Dropping her hand under her uniform, the gorgeous nurse found the moist heat inside her. She slipped her hand into the band of elastic at her waist, tips of her fingers finding the thick curls of her pubic hair, the silky lips opening as her middle finger eased inside. Her eyes bulged. Jane sunk her finger into her smoldering cunt.
Val was still bathing Don’s hard cock with her sweet tongue. He had his hands down in her cleavage, fondling her grapefruit-sized breasts as he pumped his cock into her sucking mouth. Val was groaning, gurgling as she slobbered all over the hardness he offered her.
“God, Val!” Don hoarsely groaned. “Your mouth feels too good! I’ve got to fuck you again!”
Val looked up at him eagerly. He pulled her up. He spun her around. The bed now in front of her was the perfect height for her to be bent over it. Don’s steel-hard member was sticking straight up as he stripped off the pink panties under her skirt. She spread her legs for him.
“You sultry slattern,” Don groaned, his lust-filled voice carrying easily to Jane out in the hallway. “Ever since you came here to tempt me, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you.”
“Well, stop thinking!” Val looked back over her shoulder. “Start doing. Fuck me! Give me what I came for!”
Jane’s middle finger was flicking back and forth over the hooded clit topping her sensitive pussy. The feathery soft touch was making her slit throb with desire, and she could feel her overheated juices gushing out to further saturate her panties. Dipping down to her liquid slit, her finger slipped deep inside of her own sex.
Don bent Val over the bed, holding his cock in his hand. She let out a feverish groan as his engorged cockhead disappeared between her legs. Jane whimpered right along with the seductress as that hard member sank into Val. Her skirt up over her hips, Val pushed back, humping against Don’s thighs as she begged him for more cock.
“Oooh, yes!” she hissed. “It’s just as big! It’s just as fucking big as before!”
Jane fluttered her fingertips over her slit as she reached up to undo her uniform top. She bent her knees slightly, hunching down on the pleasure she was giving herself. Watching Val getting fucked and touching herself were giving her a wild ecstasy that she hadn’t felt in far too long. Her sex was dripping, the honey seeping into her palm as she pumped her fingers into the pure head between her thighs.
With his cock fully inside of her sex, Don clenched his hands on the softness of her hips. He reared back and started to pound himself into her. Jane didn’t know he had so much power in his lame body; he was like a man possessed!
Jane cupped her full breasts. She reached into her bra, pinching at the hard buds that topped the perfect globes. She had nearly forgotten what beautiful big tits she had; sensitive, too. She hissed out pleasurably as she twisted her nipple. Her finger eased all the way into the tightness of her passage, pumping in and out slowly.
“MMMMMM!” Jane purred as she leaned heavily against the doorframe.
"Oh God, Dr. Blake!" Val was groaning, fighting back the scream building in back of her throat. "My pussy is yours, whoever you become, whatever form you wear! Use it! Use this pussy like no one else can!”
"Ooooh, I will!" he growled. "I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you, girl. I’m going to show you what happens to pussies as tight and wet as yours! I’m going to use it until my cock is empty or it damn well breaks!”
From the way their voices were straining, Jane could tell they were both close to orgasm. She slipped a second finger inside of herself and felt her cunt clench even harder. Her tingling nipples were squirming into the palm of her hand as she switched from groping one breast to the other. Her other hand was penetrating as far as fingers could go into her pussy. She could feel passion building inside of her, cresting as it prepared to wash over her.
Don hammered his cock into Val’s pussy as if it really were his to use as he wished. She was arching her back, grinding back against him on each stroke, offering herself to him anew with each flush of pleasure she felt.. The lewd sound of their bodies slapping together would not be silenced; Jane hearing the slish of her own fingers in her cunt over it made her feel like she was joining in.
What am I doing? Jane thought as her fingers prepared the self-induced orgasm that was already shaking her body, ready to explode inside her. Val was doing it. She wasn't sitting around feeling sorry for herself because Dr. Blake wasn’t noticing her. She was getting fucked, and enjoying it more than Jane felt like she’d ever enjoyed anything. So why wasn’t Jane the one to have offered herself to Don and been accepted? Why couldn’t she have Thor himself if she wanted to?
Gritting her teeth in bliss, Val arched her body to take Don’s hammering cock deeper into her body. He groaned: “That’s nice!”
She slammed her fist down on the mattress multiple times, bedsprings groaning like she was breaking them, then jammed her hips back against his. “Feel it!”
“Yeah,” Don grunted. “Milk it!” Don held still, just letting Val work herself against him and his massive erection. “Milk my cock with that cunt!”
“You’ll come for me?” Val cooed.
“I will!”
“Then do it!” she hissed. “Shoot it into me! Ooooh, God—come inside me!”
Don stiffened, growling animalistically, and Val shook all over, vigorously driving herself back onto Don’s unyielding member as if completing some fetishistic dance. Jane had to bite her lower lip not to scream out with her own pleasure.
“Yes!” Val sobbed. “You’re making me come, Don! Keep coming in me! You’re filling my cunt!”
The total ecstasy of her expression filled Jane’s consciousness as she creamed all over her fingers. Her hand was tightly cupping her breast as it heaved with the hitched breaths she was taking, struggling for air as the wonderful delight in her mound seemed to go on and on.
“Fuck!” Don gasped suddenly.
“I can feel your cum! It’s so hot! You’ll burn me up, coming inside me so much!”
Jane realized that Don was climaxing. She watched Val’s face as the hot seed gushed inside of her. A smile replaced the gaping astonishment on Val’s lips before Jane’s lustful courage failed her and she eased the door closed. She had to slip away before she was caught.
Her hand coming free of her soaking wet panties, Jane caught the scent of her own arousal as she rebuttoned her uniform. As she walked away, she could see her reflection in a glass window.
Stopping, Jane could see as if scales had fallen from her eyes. Her lush figure was wasted in this loose uniform; it was no wonder Don hadn’t gone for her.
She wouldn’t hide behind her uniform, her career, or crushes on unattainable men any longer. She’d let her feelings hit her full-on and take her where they would. Her feelings as well as her needs.
***
A week later, Jane was like a new woman. She’d had her one-size-fits-all uniform taken in to better sheath her slim frame, as well as taking time to style her hair and apply dramatic make-up to her face. The overall effect was rather vixenish, and she liked garnering admiring stares, both male and female, wherever she went.
Overall, she thought she was on par with Val’s blonde bombshell good looks, though she still didn’t know what to make of the receptionist. It wasn’t her business, but just who was she anyway? Why did she seem so set on getting close to and seducing Don Blake, when he was years her senior? It was true some women had a thing for older men, but she acted as if he were the only star in the sky. It roused Jane’s more jealous tendencies—now she saw that as meek as Don was, that just allowed her to take the lead with him. So why was she letting some strange, half-legal girl take the lead inside?
“We don’t know each other very well,” Val said one day, surprising Jane, as the two happened to share a coffee break.
“I suppose we just don’t have much to talk about,” Jane replied. “We just work together, after all—what do we have in common besides that?”
Val pursed her lips, as if thinking—and something sultry, if the glint in her eyes was any indication. Did she know about Jane’s infatuation with Don? Or, worse, how Jane had spied on the two of them? “Maybe we could find out. Do you like opera?”
“What is this, twenty questions?” Jane replied. “No, not particularly.”
“You should,” Val said. “Thor himself is hosting a performance at the Met Opera. Everyone who goes will get to meet him personally. They’re performing Wagner, naturally.”
Jane’s face brightened. Thor! How amazing would it be to actually meet him? To hear his voice and get a close look at all those muscles… she soured. “There’s no way I could get in.”
“I have two tickets,” Val said. “You could come with.”
“Where did you get two tickets?” was all Jane could think to ask.
“Thor gave them to me,” Val said, with a grin that made it hard to tell if she was being serious or not. “Listen, Don likes you an awful lot, and I just think that if we’re going to be working together, there’s no reason we can’t all be friends. One big happy family, right?”
“I mean, I wouldn’t want to impose—“
“Nonsense, I’m new in town, I’ve got no one else to bring. Who knows? Thor might take a liking to you.”
***
By the time Jane and Val got to the opera, the ‘pregaming’ was in full swing. The ten couples and half dozen men and women who came without partners were gathered outside the balcony that would house them during the performance, drinking champagne and martinis.
Jane took a drink from a butler who passed by holding a tray of them. Val took one too and looked at the guests. Jane saw her gaze stop at one person; it was easy to see who. Thor was a head taller than anyone else in the room, and perhaps half again as wide as the underfed aesthetes.
“Let’s mingle,” Val said, casting Jane a sidelong glance, as if she didn’t intend to make a beeline for him.
“Yes. Let’s,” Jane replied, flashing Val a friendly smile. She could at least be gracious after Val had taken her out for the night—even if she had no intention of letting Val get her hands on Thor after she’d already had Dr. Blake.
She was surprised to find that Val didn’t go near Thor. Instead, she went to the buffet and picked up a piece of cheese on a toothpick, which she idly toyed with. She didn’t even look at Thor.
Jane downed her drink and grabbed a second glass before walking up to the god. “Hi,” she said, her voice a cat’s purr. “My friend told me I should mingle.”
“It is good to find worthy companions,” Thor said, looking deep into Jane’s eyes. “Well worth the risk of drawing ire.”
Jane liked him right away. Not only was he good-looking, but his voice was as sweet as honey.
“You could never draw my ire,” she said. “I owe you my life. You’ve saved me quite a few times. Not that I’ve ever gotten to thank you.”
“No thanks is necessary, mortal healer. Saving the people of Midgard—particularly comely maidens such as yourself—is a task I set myself upon gladly.”
“That is noble,” Jane replied. A waiter came by with a tray of finger foods. Jane picked up a hunk of salami on a toothpick. “If I had you feeling thankful, I’d definitely want you to show your gratitude.” She slipped her lips over the length of meat, taking a slow, dainty bite from the end.
“You show much already,” Thor said.
Jane knew he was staring at her legs. She bit off the meat and turned to throw her toothpick away, intentionally splitting her legs to show off more of herself, knowing the sultry ensemble she’d bought specifically for the occasion allowed quite a lot to be exposed.
The opera was about to begin, the guests filing into the theater and leaving them alone, but neither of them made any move to join the migration.
“Maybe we’ll meet again,” Jane said. “If you follow me, that is.”
Jane turned and left the antechamber, Thor following behind at such a discreet distance that no one would ever guess he was following her. She checked a few doors, finally deciding on a storeroom that she doubted anyone would enter during the performance. She could’ve led Thor out to her car, but that’d be pointless. They’d never get caught fucking in the underground parking garage, and Jane wanted a little danger with the sex. Like how Val and Don had unthinkingly allowed her to stumble onto them.
When Thor stepped into the storeroom, Jane closed the door behind him. There was no lock. She smiled and turned to Thor.
“We don’t have much time. Don’t hold back. Don’t even make me orgasm; I just want your cum.”
“You’ll have it,” Thor said, smirking. He drew aside the garments at his waist and brought out his stiffening cock. Jane’s breath caught. “And your climax as well.”
Jane grabbed his manhood, wrapping her slender fingers around the girthy shaft. She gave it a playful tug. Thor put his hands on his hips, trying to seem blasé about it, but he couldn’t fool Jane when his cock was twitching to life, harder with every second that passed.
Pulling on his cock like it was a leash, she hauled Thor to what was evidently a spare chair for the auditorium, and turned it so that its high back was facing the door. If anyone came in, the chair might hide them.
Jane sat down and pulled Thor close. She wiggled out of her panties, then spread her thighs wide, laying one knee on either arm of the chair so that her cunt was exposed. Turning her face toward Thor near her shoulder, she opened his mouth. Thor moved a little closer, and Jane captured his cockhead inside her lips.
“Mmm!” She sucked on the knob, twisting her tongue down along the underside and up over the slitted opening at the tip. Her unbound hair cascaded down her shoulders and over her quivering breasts. One hand spread her labia and the other entered her folds. Soon she was churning in her chair, her nipples as hard as stone, her breath flaring through her nostrils as she accepted Thor’s cock down her throat.
“Well done,” the god said. “Indeed well done!”
He moved his hips slowly back and forth, watching the pallor of his manhood get darker as it stiffened and engorged in Jane’s mouth. Her full lips massaged his quivering length, exciting him with each pitch her mouth took along his shaft. Her tongue moved constantly, rubbing here, curling around there, rolling over his fat cockhead, and teasing his balls whenever he thrust down her throat. He pushed into her mouth completely, until Jane’s nose was in the folds of his open breeches. And yet she took his big, throbbing member with ease.
“Ahhhhhnnn” Jane moaned again, sliding lower in her seat so that she could turn her head a little to the side. In this potion, Thor went into her mouth, her tongue rubbing against the side of his manhood instead of the bottom. A thin trickle of spit traveled down the side of her chin; Jane didn’t care. Her hands were busy on her pussy, and she wasn’t going to stop fingering herself just to tidy up a bit.
Her breath was coming faster now with her increasing excitement. Her pert breasts rose and fell, the nipples proudly engorged. Thor’s big, pulsing cock stretched her lips into an oval as it plummeted down her throat. Jane nonetheless squeezed her lips tightly around the masculinity he was driving into her mouth, down her throat. She kneaded it with her sucking lips, even as she worked the middle finger of her right hand into her folds, thumb rubbing her burning clit.
“Odin’s beard!” Thor groaned, almost as aroused by the sight of those lovely red lips molding themselves to his prick as he was by the sensation itself. “Your mouth is unparalleled in this realm! Can your breasts hope to match its splendor?”
He flicked open two buttons on Jane’s blouse, exposing her sheer lace bra. Reaching down inside the blouse, Thor found a nipple with his callused fingers, rubbing it so deftly that Jane writhed to match how it was being contorted. She stabbed her fingers into her sex even deeper and faster than before.
“Nhhhh! MMM!” she gagged around Thor’s throat-stretching member.
Jane’s legs twitched as the fire inside her became an inferno. Her thoughts were quickly deserting her, but she had just enough time to find it funny how intrigued she’d been at the prospect of them being discovered. She didn’t care anymore if someone saw them. She didn’t care about anything right now—nothing mattered except the cock in her mouth and the feeling in her hungry, juicy cunt.
Thor gave a long, lusty moan, unashamed and speaking for both of them—and so, neither of them heard the door open, or the quiet gasp Val gave when she looked inside.
Comments
Shendude
Well, that was just all around yummy.
