The redhead jumped in without being told twice. She threw her notepad on the patient's bed, walked around to the opposite side of where the brunette was working and initiated a three-point action plan. She lifted up June’s shirt to give the patient unrestricted access to the titty he had been massaging; she began stroking the unswallowed part of his shaft (almost all of it), bumping her thumb and index against June's lips at the top of every stroke; finally, she dug a hand under his heavy ball sack in a quest to reach the man's prostate but the balls clenched before she could find a hole and the sounds of mighty spurts joined the other disturbing noises of Ward D. June's eyes told a tale of panic and revulsion. She couldn't believe how much was coming out and how much she had to swallow, and that was her impression after only 15 seconds indian of the average 180. The patient squeezed her breast harder than it had ever been squeezed and there was nothing she could do but wince and hope that this spurt was the last one. No... *gulp* maybe this one. No… *gulp* Molly Murphy was unable to just stay on the sideline and watch her new partner carry the load herself (along with the credit). She two-handed the back of June’s head and pushed her down on the erupting cock to help her take an additional 3 centimeters of hard meat, tightening the seal and stopping the drip of cum leaking from the gagging beauty’s right nostril. Once her patient’s climax subsided, June fell victim to one of the classic blunders and continued nursing the precum of a future load out of the fat cockhead. “Well, is he done or what?” She didn't recognize the voice. It wasn’t Irina’s but it conveyed enough authority to rule out fellow interns. The supervisor had left two gallons ago. June had missed the moment when they were paired with a registered nurse for their year-long internship. Molly’s Rapturous Embrace An erotic short story from “Millie’s Vast Expanse” By Millie Dynamite License Notes This eBook license is for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook is not authorized for resale and may not be for a given away to other people. © Copyright 2016, 2019 by Millie Dynamite All Rights Reserved NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under the age of eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic sexual nature. By reading this eBook, you assert that you comply with your local or state laws. This book is purely a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are feet the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons whether living, deceased, actual events, or locales are entirely coincidental. Drug use and promiscuous sex are harmful and only depicted for dramatic purposes. Millie’s Vast Expanse In the Expanse, there are many twists and turns to get from there to here or vice versa. There are all sorts of business people, salesmen, and saleswomen hocking their wares. Some ply their trade in business suits and ties, while others do so in silk stockings and form fitting dresses. Some offer goods for use by Webcams others, or to be resold – while some offer their bodies as the commodity. Portrait of a night of debauchery, John is an aptly named businessman, unwinding after a tough day of selling widgets when he spots a dark beauty who likewise is selling her wares. John is a man who craves excitement, a brief freedom from the dull routine from the prison of life. A fling outside the matrimonial bed – a night of lusty rutting so exquisite that his existence can, for a moment at least, be lifted out of the ordinary. I nodded, "Same for Harvey. Then returning to feet a pair of stiff cocks ready to be sucked by the new "PUNK PRINCESS" of the OUTLAWS. Medium build; not quite two hundred pounds, she guessed, but she didn't recognize him at all. Later she sat on Hannah’s face. What are you doing? "Man indian I'm not looking to rain on your parade, but with hotties like that, there's always some swinging dick trying to put the make on her. Yeah…it’s been a rough couple of years. He reached Webcams for the dried twigs and cursed loudly. Fatima was attractive, with an hour glass figure, long, black hair which cascaded in beautiful locks to the middle of her back, and she had bangs which framed her face beautifully. I didn’t know how to strike up a conversation. I watched her stop at the top of the massive staircase, where a multitude of the Brothel District’s residence were slowly ascending.