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Confessions Of A Sexually Frustrated Nurse free porn video
Hi, I'm Emma a 19 year old nurse in training in the NHS. It's Friday night and I am on duty, down in Cardiff city centre, waiting for the pubs to spill out, that's when our work begins, we look after those people incapable of looking after themselves, the cities drunks, with all the fighting and the young girls, having their knickers pulled down for a five minute knee-trembler against a brick wall, we're her to provide plasters, stomach pumps, condoms, and morning after pills.
I get sick myself dealing with all these strangers needs and abuses, but Billy, my partner in crime, has been doing this for years, and never seems to be phased, mind you, Billy is 56, divorced, and as randy as an alley cat, I have to be careful bending in front of him, he would be up me faster than a rat up a drainpipe.
In truth I like working with Billy, he is a funny bloke who makes me laugh, rude and crude, I have always liked men like that, talking about women's bits, tits and asses, cunts and cocks, I laugh and he just piles it on.
I married young at 17, my school sweetheart, and now its dead, we have not had sex in 20 months, and I carry a vibrator with me, whenever the mood is on, as my shifts are long and our paths rarely meet, I'm arriving home as he is leaving, a shower, a session with the tool, and sleep, sad but factual, so Billy is my rock, a friend to confine in, and even though at times I am tempted, I keep my sexual frustrations on edge, just on the boil, like a teapot simmering, 'An orgasm a day, keeps the psycho at bay', and tonight I am feeling a little more fruity than normal.
I have been with Billy for 14 months, I took over from another girl, Sandra, who retired to bring up her family, she had been with Billy for years and told me a few home truths, which Billy does not know I know, hence my calling him 'Randy', 'Billy likes em young', Sandra told me one night when we were talking at her farewell get-together, 'wandering hands and stuff like that', she continued.
'What do I do', I asked her, being a teen myself, 'do I reports or turn a blinder', I asked, meaning a blind eye, Sandra touched her nose in a knowing fashion, 'Support him and let him have his little bit of Friday pussy', she laughed, I felt a knot in my stomach at what she was implying.
'Want some coffee before the fun begins'?
I looked up and Billy was towering over me, 'Sure', I replied, and he pushed past me where I sat at the back door, 'Cappo', he asked, and I nodded to his choice.
There was a 'Costa coffee shop', in the city centre, 15 minutes away, and as I settled down, there was a loud bang on the side of the ambulance, which mad me jump.
I got up and went outside to find a two girls, one on her ass against the ambulance, hence the bang, and her friend throwing up against a tree.
'What's going on', I asked the girl now wiping her mouth, 'Can you look after my friend', she said drunkenly, 'she has had too much to drink', she continued.
'Can't you take her home', I asked as I bent down and turned her face up to see her, but her friend was staggering off, to be met by a boy, no doubt going for a shag, I thought angrily.
I struggled with the girl on the ground but managed to get her inside and laid out on the bed, her dress sense was of the 'Belles of St. Trinians', and I smiled, all British girls at some time in their lives dress like this, myself included.
She was a very pretty girl, nice body, good proportions, slim hips, long legs, thin, and good facial bones.
I shook her, but she was out of it, so I rummaged through her bag for identification, and found a school pass and her passport.
I started filling out my report and shook my head as to how she could get booze so young, but what was the point, men gave booze to girls this pretty and young, to fuck them, and dressing like this, well girls are advertising the fact they have a body needing attention.
I copied her date of birth and suddenly noted it was her birthday, she was 16, and hence the 'Sweet sixteen' factor, the coming of age thing, and I smiled noting the vulnerability of her predicament, I could remember my own coming of age, and how my friends enticed my to have sex with my boyfriend, who became my husband, my smile faded as the thought came home.
I put the folder back down on the shelve and made her comfortable, then I wondered if she had, like I had sex.
The back door was closed so I eased her short skirt up and looked at her panties, a small triangular patch, she was wearing a thong, something with her short dress and stockings, would bare her ass to anyone looking, as the chord would ride between her cheeks making it look as though she was without underwear.
Then, without warning, I reached up and pulled her thong down and took it off, and put it in my pocket, and as I stared at her provocative nudity, her bald pubis, framed by her black stocking tops and garter belt, its youthful curvature disappearing between her open thighs, I felt a spasm, a pang of longing, I was aroused by her beauty, just lying there waiting to be taken, introduced to the pleasures of sex, I reached out and placed my finger tip on her vulva, working it gently until I could feel her clitoris come alive, and her body warn me she was being sexually aroused by my touching, she moaned gently, and I withdrew my finger.
I turned and reached into my bag and took out me tube of 'Superglide', something I used on my vibrator if I was not wetting sufficiently before insertion.
I removed the top and pushed to tip between her labia and squeezed a good amount into her dry lips.
Pushing my finger down between them, she was super smooth and wet, and my finger slide inside her with ease, which I then removed and screwed the top back onto the bottle and put it away back into my bag.
There was a distant cough, which told me Billy was near, I looked at the clock and noted he had been 15 minutes away.
When he pulled the door open and handed me the cup of Cappuccino, his eyes were on the prostate body of the girl lying there, suddenly I was in my sexual dream, and I wanted Billy to have my offering to him, as she lay on the sacrificial table, her little black dress about two inches below her lubed cunt, I hoped Billy would fuck her, because I wanted to watch him, and I burned my mouth with hot coffee, as Billy asked about her, and moved in beside her.
'Elizabeth Smith', I replied, 'a night out celebrating her 16th', I continued, reaching back into the shelf for the paperwork, 'we have all the information on her in here', I said tapping the folder.
I was watching Billy, a knot was starting in my stomach, I realized I was getting turned-on, with Billy's eyes roaming over Elizabeth's provocatively dressed body, then his free hand settled onto Elizabeth's stockinged thigh, 'God', he groaned, 'I fucking love a girl in black stockings', and he placed his open hand on her thigh.
He looked across at me, to see if was going to object about what he was doing, but my smile and lack of protestation, gave him the go ahead.
'When you were sixteen Emma', he asked, as his eyes looked at the stockinged thigh and began to mover ever so slowly up to the short hem of her skirt, 'did you get naughty that night'?
My heart was pounding, he was still to see her naked cunt, and I wondered how he would react, and still he moved slowly upwards until his fingers rested on the hemline, he saw me swallow heavily.
'You like watching Emma', and as he asked my he pushed her skirt high to expose her nudity?
'Fuckkkkk', he hissed, as he looked down on her perfectly shaped vulva, her perceived lack of labia, and the smoothness of the folds inviting his cock to penetrate and seed, his head bent as he drew his tongue along the fold of her cunt, and his tongue tickled atop her clitoris, Elizabeth gasped, and her body writhed, as my own thighs opened and my fingers sought my own lips, I was masturbating the next time Billy looked at me.
'Pass me a condom', he asked me, looking at my own cunt with my fingers teasing and delving inside, 'You don't need one', I returned, adding as an incentive, 'Fuck her bareback Billy'.
I was panting, I had never known such powerful urges like this before, and seeing Billy's eyes fixed between my legs and my fingers slopped in and out of my swollen cunt. My thighs were wide open, like a dissected frog, my black tights were open-crotched and my panties pulled to the side, I could not have been more open if they had thrust and oversized speculum inside me at that moment.
Billy undid his white fatigues and let them drop to his ankles, he was nude under them and his huge cock stood hard between Elizabeth's open thighs. Billy had pulled her to the edge of the bed, and reached down pushing his cock into her.
His look and Elizabeth's gasp at full insertion, was matched with my own as their crotches met, I swear I could see Elizabeth's tight stomach rise as he ploughed her open, with his cock head making a bump in her tummy and I watched as it rose all the way to her belly button, at which point Billy was ramming it hard and causing the bolts holding the bed to the floor to rattle, Elizabeth, by now, was twisting and turning, as were my own fingers.
He was close as I was, 'Billy', I cried, and he looked, 'Cum in me Billy', I begged, 'give me your load', I implored, and as he started to cum, I did also, my feet off the ground and my knees pulling backwards to open myself as a woman does for seeding.
Billy pulled from Elizabeth and turned to face me, took the few penguin-like shuffles and fell to his knees in front of me, and pushed his cock as he exploded entering me, my body crushed and battered for those final deep thrusts inside me, Billy seeded me, and the explosive seeding spread behind my own belly button, the unmistakable spreading warmth, and my own dipping of his seminal fluid now drowning my cervix, as my own orgasm triggered repetitive dipping and drinking of his semen deep inside me.
We lay clasping each other, holding as if those few years of knowing ourselves was at last quelled. 'You may have fertilized me', I whispered into his ear, and I could feel his shoulder shake as if inwardly laughing.
'Just like Sandra', he said softly, and I could feel the blood drain from my face, 'You impregnated Sandra', I asked him?
Elizabeth coughed which made us jump, 'Fuck, quick', I said getting up, deal with her, and together we both made her more presentable, which was just as well, as the noise outside started to build.
I looked at Billy, 'We need to talk later', I said, but Billy was not listening, I guess Billy was doing what Billy wanted, and fucking girls was his forte, well, at least I knew where my sex was coming from, Friday nights just got more interesting.
I get sick myself dealing with all these strangers needs and abuses, but Billy, my partner in crime, has been doing this for years, and never seems to be phased, mind you, Billy is 56, divorced, and as randy as an alley cat, I have to be careful bending in front of him, he would be up me faster than a rat up a drainpipe.
In truth I like working with Billy, he is a funny bloke who makes me laugh, rude and crude, I have always liked men like that, talking about women's bits, tits and asses, cunts and cocks, I laugh and he just piles it on.
I married young at 17, my school sweetheart, and now its dead, we have not had sex in 20 months, and I carry a vibrator with me, whenever the mood is on, as my shifts are long and our paths rarely meet, I'm arriving home as he is leaving, a shower, a session with the tool, and sleep, sad but factual, so Billy is my rock, a friend to confine in, and even though at times I am tempted, I keep my sexual frustrations on edge, just on the boil, like a teapot simmering, 'An orgasm a day, keeps the psycho at bay', and tonight I am feeling a little more fruity than normal.
I have been with Billy for 14 months, I took over from another girl, Sandra, who retired to bring up her family, she had been with Billy for years and told me a few home truths, which Billy does not know I know, hence my calling him 'Randy', 'Billy likes em young', Sandra told me one night when we were talking at her farewell get-together, 'wandering hands and stuff like that', she continued.
'What do I do', I asked her, being a teen myself, 'do I reports or turn a blinder', I asked, meaning a blind eye, Sandra touched her nose in a knowing fashion, 'Support him and let him have his little bit of Friday pussy', she laughed, I felt a knot in my stomach at what she was implying.
'Want some coffee before the fun begins'?
I looked up and Billy was towering over me, 'Sure', I replied, and he pushed past me where I sat at the back door, 'Cappo', he asked, and I nodded to his choice.
There was a 'Costa coffee shop', in the city centre, 15 minutes away, and as I settled down, there was a loud bang on the side of the ambulance, which mad me jump.
I got up and went outside to find a two girls, one on her ass against the ambulance, hence the bang, and her friend throwing up against a tree.
'What's going on', I asked the girl now wiping her mouth, 'Can you look after my friend', she said drunkenly, 'she has had too much to drink', she continued.
'Can't you take her home', I asked as I bent down and turned her face up to see her, but her friend was staggering off, to be met by a boy, no doubt going for a shag, I thought angrily.
I struggled with the girl on the ground but managed to get her inside and laid out on the bed, her dress sense was of the 'Belles of St. Trinians', and I smiled, all British girls at some time in their lives dress like this, myself included.
She was a very pretty girl, nice body, good proportions, slim hips, long legs, thin, and good facial bones.
I shook her, but she was out of it, so I rummaged through her bag for identification, and found a school pass and her passport.
I started filling out my report and shook my head as to how she could get booze so young, but what was the point, men gave booze to girls this pretty and young, to fuck them, and dressing like this, well girls are advertising the fact they have a body needing attention.
I copied her date of birth and suddenly noted it was her birthday, she was 16, and hence the 'Sweet sixteen' factor, the coming of age thing, and I smiled noting the vulnerability of her predicament, I could remember my own coming of age, and how my friends enticed my to have sex with my boyfriend, who became my husband, my smile faded as the thought came home.
I put the folder back down on the shelve and made her comfortable, then I wondered if she had, like I had sex.
The back door was closed so I eased her short skirt up and looked at her panties, a small triangular patch, she was wearing a thong, something with her short dress and stockings, would bare her ass to anyone looking, as the chord would ride between her cheeks making it look as though she was without underwear.
Then, without warning, I reached up and pulled her thong down and took it off, and put it in my pocket, and as I stared at her provocative nudity, her bald pubis, framed by her black stocking tops and garter belt, its youthful curvature disappearing between her open thighs, I felt a spasm, a pang of longing, I was aroused by her beauty, just lying there waiting to be taken, introduced to the pleasures of sex, I reached out and placed my finger tip on her vulva, working it gently until I could feel her clitoris come alive, and her body warn me she was being sexually aroused by my touching, she moaned gently, and I withdrew my finger.
I turned and reached into my bag and took out me tube of 'Superglide', something I used on my vibrator if I was not wetting sufficiently before insertion.
I removed the top and pushed to tip between her labia and squeezed a good amount into her dry lips.
Pushing my finger down between them, she was super smooth and wet, and my finger slide inside her with ease, which I then removed and screwed the top back onto the bottle and put it away back into my bag.
There was a distant cough, which told me Billy was near, I looked at the clock and noted he had been 15 minutes away.
When he pulled the door open and handed me the cup of Cappuccino, his eyes were on the prostate body of the girl lying there, suddenly I was in my sexual dream, and I wanted Billy to have my offering to him, as she lay on the sacrificial table, her little black dress about two inches below her lubed cunt, I hoped Billy would fuck her, because I wanted to watch him, and I burned my mouth with hot coffee, as Billy asked about her, and moved in beside her.
'Elizabeth Smith', I replied, 'a night out celebrating her 16th', I continued, reaching back into the shelf for the paperwork, 'we have all the information on her in here', I said tapping the folder.
I was watching Billy, a knot was starting in my stomach, I realized I was getting turned-on, with Billy's eyes roaming over Elizabeth's provocatively dressed body, then his free hand settled onto Elizabeth's stockinged thigh, 'God', he groaned, 'I fucking love a girl in black stockings', and he placed his open hand on her thigh.
He looked across at me, to see if was going to object about what he was doing, but my smile and lack of protestation, gave him the go ahead.
'When you were sixteen Emma', he asked, as his eyes looked at the stockinged thigh and began to mover ever so slowly up to the short hem of her skirt, 'did you get naughty that night'?
My heart was pounding, he was still to see her naked cunt, and I wondered how he would react, and still he moved slowly upwards until his fingers rested on the hemline, he saw me swallow heavily.
'You like watching Emma', and as he asked my he pushed her skirt high to expose her nudity?
'Fuckkkkk', he hissed, as he looked down on her perfectly shaped vulva, her perceived lack of labia, and the smoothness of the folds inviting his cock to penetrate and seed, his head bent as he drew his tongue along the fold of her cunt, and his tongue tickled atop her clitoris, Elizabeth gasped, and her body writhed, as my own thighs opened and my fingers sought my own lips, I was masturbating the next time Billy looked at me.
'Pass me a condom', he asked me, looking at my own cunt with my fingers teasing and delving inside, 'You don't need one', I returned, adding as an incentive, 'Fuck her bareback Billy'.
I was panting, I had never known such powerful urges like this before, and seeing Billy's eyes fixed between my legs and my fingers slopped in and out of my swollen cunt. My thighs were wide open, like a dissected frog, my black tights were open-crotched and my panties pulled to the side, I could not have been more open if they had thrust and oversized speculum inside me at that moment.
Billy undid his white fatigues and let them drop to his ankles, he was nude under them and his huge cock stood hard between Elizabeth's open thighs. Billy had pulled her to the edge of the bed, and reached down pushing his cock into her.
His look and Elizabeth's gasp at full insertion, was matched with my own as their crotches met, I swear I could see Elizabeth's tight stomach rise as he ploughed her open, with his cock head making a bump in her tummy and I watched as it rose all the way to her belly button, at which point Billy was ramming it hard and causing the bolts holding the bed to the floor to rattle, Elizabeth, by now, was twisting and turning, as were my own fingers.
He was close as I was, 'Billy', I cried, and he looked, 'Cum in me Billy', I begged, 'give me your load', I implored, and as he started to cum, I did also, my feet off the ground and my knees pulling backwards to open myself as a woman does for seeding.
Billy pulled from Elizabeth and turned to face me, took the few penguin-like shuffles and fell to his knees in front of me, and pushed his cock as he exploded entering me, my body crushed and battered for those final deep thrusts inside me, Billy seeded me, and the explosive seeding spread behind my own belly button, the unmistakable spreading warmth, and my own dipping of his seminal fluid now drowning my cervix, as my own orgasm triggered repetitive dipping and drinking of his semen deep inside me.
We lay clasping each other, holding as if those few years of knowing ourselves was at last quelled. 'You may have fertilized me', I whispered into his ear, and I could feel his shoulder shake as if inwardly laughing.
'Just like Sandra', he said softly, and I could feel the blood drain from my face, 'You impregnated Sandra', I asked him?
Elizabeth coughed which made us jump, 'Fuck, quick', I said getting up, deal with her, and together we both made her more presentable, which was just as well, as the noise outside started to build.
I looked at Billy, 'We need to talk later', I said, but Billy was not listening, I guess Billy was doing what Billy wanted, and fucking girls was his forte, well, at least I knew where my sex was coming from, Friday nights just got more interesting.
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