Nurse gave a massage and fucked a patient

The door to the medical exam room clicked shut behind Nurse Samantha as she entered, her patients’ chart clutched in one latex-gloved hand. She glanced over the notes – typical sprain, nothing too serious. Still, she would have to be thorough in her examination. That’s just the kind of nurse she was.

John glanced up from the padded bench where he sat, rubbing his sore ankle. When Samantha had introduced herself over the phone earlier that day as his medical masseuse, he’d assumed she would be much older, an unattractive shrew with a sour disposition. Instead, the stunning brunette towered over him, generous curves barely contained by her skin-tight scrubs. He felt a stirring in his groin as his eyes traveled over her shapely calves to the tantalizing peek of ample cleavage.

Samantha approached, a warm professional smile on her plump, glossy lips. “Well hello there, John. Looks like you’ve had quite the tumble.” Her voice was like honey. John felt himself falling into her bright green eyes, the only color on her otherwise flawless, porcelain doll face. “Let’s have a look at that ankle, shall we?”

She knelt gracefully at his feet, strong hands cupping the injured foot, thumb gently massaging the swelling. John bit back a moan as electric shock waves of pleasure-pain pulsed from her teasing touch. This was far more intimate than he’d bargained for.

Samantha’s eyes flickered up to meet his gaze, a knowing sparkle belying her innocent expression. “Your peroneal nerve seems to be irritated. It would be best to really work out the tension. Would you mind removing your pants for me?”

John shifted uncomfortably, his erection straining against the fabric. Still, he knew he couldn’t refuse. “O-of course, Nurse Samantha. Whatever you recommend.”

Samantha’s lips curved in a secret smile as John awkwardly wriggled out of his jeans. She admired the impressive tent tenting his boxers for only a moment before repositioning herself between his legs. John’s breath hitched as she peeled his underwear down, his thick shaft springing free. She wrapped one hand around the base, watching John squirm as she began to sensually stroke his length.

“As I suspected,” Samantha purred. “This area here, near the head of the penis, is very tense. I’ll need to really work it out for you.” With a wink, she dipped her head, generous tits pressing into his thigh as her glossy lips wrapped around his engorged tip. She swirled her hot tongue around him, taking him deeper into the wet ecstasy of her mouth with each bob of her head. John bucked his hips, desperate for more of her incredible oral ministrations.

Samantha hummed in approval, the vibration sending tingles down John’s spine. She worked him faster, hands gripping the firm globes of his ass, fingernails digging into his skin as she sucked him with wild abandon. John fisted his hands in her thick hair, fucking her sweet face mercilessly as pressure built to a boiling point in his aching balls. With a strangled groan, he hilited in her mouth, spurting thick ropes of hot seed down her greedy throat.

When his spurts finally tapered off, Samantha lifted her head, red lips wet and glistening. She gave him a wicked grin as she licked stray drops of his cum from her face. “We’re far from done, John. I still need to properly assess your other ache…”

She popped the buttons on her tight scrub top, unleashing her huge, milky white tits. John couldn’t tear his eyes away as she stripped bare, her pale flesh flushed and perfect, the patch of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs glistening with desire. Samantha straddled his lap, ample ass pressing into the growing bulge of his spent erection as she perched her generous rack above his hungry mouth. “Now be a good boy and put that tongue to work…”

John eagerly obliged, suckling and licking the sugar tossed cones tipped with diamond-hard candies. He rolled her tits together, his hands kneading the gelato, relishing the noises of pleasure she cooed above him. Samantha ground her wet cunt against him in slow circles until they were both breathing hard with need. She reached between their bodies to line his throbbing cock up with her dripping entrance. With a loud moan, she slid down on him, impaling herself fully.

Samantha rolled her hips, riding his rigid shaft with shameless abandon. Her tits bounced enticingly before John’s face and he latched on eagerly, biting down on her supple flesh, marking her as his own. Samantha clenched around him, throwing her head back in ecstasy as John pounded into her relentlessly, chasing his release again. Her slick folds gripped him like a velvet vice, milking his cock as he drove deeper into her clutching heat.

John reached down to rub tight circles over her sensitive clit, bringing Samantha closer to the edge of climax with each firm touch. She writhed above him, her silky cunt fluttering and rippling as her coil pulled tight. With a scream of rapture, she came violently around him, gushing hot girl cum all over his thrusting cock. The squeeze of her inner muscles pushed John over the edge and he followed her over, hilting and spurting once more into her greedy depths.

They collapsed together, limbs entwined, heaving with exertion as the echoes of their pleasure slowly ebbed. Samantha kissed him languidly, tongue dipping into his mouth, savoring the taste of their mingled essence. She nipped at his bottom lip with a satisfied purr. “Well, John, I believe this particular massage has thoroughly treated your injuries. I’m certain we’ll need to continue these treatments on a regular basis.”

John grinned up at her like a man who had found heaven. “You can administer my ‘massages’ any day, Nurse Samantha. In fact, when can I schedule my next appointment?”

Samantha giggled, already craving more of her favorite patient’s ‘therapeutic touch.’ “Trust me, baby – you’ll be seeing a lot more of me very soon…”