I was pleased
Soon it was time to go home, but that night I could hardly sleep. And,
when I did, all I did was dream about that man holding his huge cock and
pumping his hand up and down the shaft. I soon woke up and, with fantasies of
that big cock floating through my head, I began to caress my clit with my
fingers, moving slowly back and forth until I felt a wetness between my legs.
My clit was now swollen and responding to the least bit of pressure,
so as I rubbed it around and round, I inserted two fingers into my cunt.
Imagining they were the patient’s huge cock, I felt my body began to respond.
But, I knew my fingers were no match for his huge prick. I began to rub my
clit and cunt faster and faster, and a quickening arose in my twat. Faster and
faster I moved my hands, but my own hands could not provide the satisfaction I
needed!
Reaching over I tried to arouse my husband, and I started rubbing my
hands up and down his flaccid shaft. But, there was no response, either from
him, or his limp prick. He was deep in sleep, probably dreaming about the
fuel-saving benefits of a 18,000 horsepower diesel earth mover!
It was no use! I rolled over, and with my juicy cunt longing for a
good fucking, cried myself to sleep.
The next day was Tuesday, and because I didn’t have a shift at the
hospital until Wednesday, I went to the hairdresser, got my nails done, bought
some makeup, and finished my food shopping. Oddly enough, I didn’t think about
the patient, or his huge cock, all day or night. I didn’t even think about him
when I reported for duty the next day!
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