With a sigh, Abbie closed the door behind her. Turning down the hallway, sudden vibrations between her legs caused her to pause several times. She could feel her juices flow down her legs, her jeans clinging to her inner thighs from the stickiness. Just before the main desk, the pressure that had been building inside of her gave wave with a quick buzz of the vibrator. With a loud moan, Abbie’s legs buckled beneath her. She grabbed the counter in time, preventing a fall to the floor.
“Miss Harris, are you all right?” Miss Barnard asked, stepping out of her office.
“I, I’m fine,” Abbie said, pushing herself back up from the counter.
“Are you sure? Your face is flushed and you’re sweating.” Miss Barnard rushed up to the girl, feeling Abbie’s forehead with the back of her hand. “You’re not hot, so there’s no fever.”
Miss Barnard eyed the trembling girl.
“Come into my office, young lady,” she ordered. Nodding, Abbie stumbled after her boss into the director’s office. Closing the door behind her, Abbie slumped onto one of the large chairs, the vibrator goosing her towards a second orgasm.
Miss Barnard looked down at the panting girl.
“Which residents have you visited so far?” she asked.
“Mr, Mr. Sanderson,” Abbie stammered.
“Ole Gerald, huh?” Miss Barnard said, a faraway look in her eyes. “I know his tricks pretty well. Let me guess, a remote control vibrator?”
Abbie nodded, fear of punishment competing with the pleasure oozing from her crotch.
“Well, we can’t have him bothering you all day,” Miss Barnard smiled. Kneeling down before the nurses’ aid, she unzipped Abbie’s jeans and pealed them away from her thighs, eliciting a quiet hiss from the teenager. Miss Barnard pushed her fingers into the sopping pussy and fished out the small vibrator.
“My word, Miss Harris,” she gaped. “You’re very wet. How many times have you orgasmed from this?”
“Once,” Abbie said quietly, biting her lip. “And I need another.”
“If one of the residents wants a show, Miss Harris, I need to make sure you don’t disappoint.”
“What do you mean…. Ohh,” Abbie moaned, her boss licking and sucking at her pussy. This is so much better than my fingers, or the vibrator, she smiled.
“Oh yes, yes, yes!” Abbie cried, humping her pelvis into Miss Barnard’s face. “Oh Lord yes!”
Miss Barnard pulled away from the teenage pussy as the girl relaxed from her orgasm, her face dripping with Abbie’s excretions.
“Much better, Abbie?” she asked. The young lady nodded.
“Just remember, Miss Harris,” Miss Barnard said, standing up. “There are fingers and there are tongues, but there is nothing better than a good hard cock. As for this…” Miss Barnard pushed her hand beneath her skirt and panties, slipping the vibrator into her own pussy.
“It takes me a lot more to get off these days,” she continued. “Catch me before you visit Mr. Sanderson at the end of the day to get it back and return the favor.”
Abbie nodded, lost in the aftermath of her body’s pleasure.
“Once you have your strength back, Miss Harris, you can continue your rounds, as for me, I now have to have some words with Mr. Sanderson.” With a smile, Miss Barnard stepped out of the office. |