There were several reasons why Terri was one of the best technicians at the clinic. She knew her trade as they all did. Beyond that, she liked her patients. Healing shattered bones included their mental welfare and other needs. Like sex. Especially cute ones, like Daryl.
He was pretty much off the medieval rack known as traction and in her hands. He was squirming around, not so much from her exertions on his back, but from the persistent hard-on pressing between his hard gut and the massage table.
"Can't wait to get back to that girl that writes you and unload, can you?"
"Terri, don't remind me. It's bad enough with cute dolls like you crawling all over me. Anyway, she's just a friend, sort of like a cousin really."
"I'm going to tell her that when she comes, you lying turd!"
She dodged his hand wandering in search of her ass.
"Straighten up or I'll put you back on the rack, buster!"
"Terri!"
"Look, turd-face, I bust my ass getting you in shape and I don't want you to fuck it all up."
She swung the door closed. Then she unbuttoned her uniform. When she stepped into his view, all she had to do was slip her bra straps down and flap her tits out at him. Flip the skirt up and move her panties aside so two fingers could spread her cunt to show her cunt-lips. A shrug, swish, smooth the fabric and she was a competent technician, cooly performing her duties.
"I didn't want you to forget what a woman looks like."
"Forget! Shit, Terri, I'm going to come right here, now!" he moaned pitifully. "Do something, you're killing me!"
She flipped back the sheet, rolled him on his back carefully and took his cock in her hand. He did have a sweet prick, and he was right, it was throbbing and twitching, ready to blow any second. She sucked it deep to the back of her mouth, jacked the shaft and he shot-off. Terri gulped a few squirts, then let the rest flow in spurts.
She wiped him clean with a tissue. "Not a bad cock for a jerk-off. We'll have to see if something can't be done for it, poor thing."
His chart in her hand, she checked off a box. "That's all for this morning. Normally, Jane would give you your afternoon therapy, but she's busy, so I guess I'll have to take over and give you my special treatment." She looked down at him. "In a room with a lock. If you whisper a word to anyone, you're back on the rack for months. Got that?"
He started to gulp, muttered thanks and held her while she shifted him back to his chair.
She took him to the therapy room and locked the door behind them.
Terri felt his cock. He was ready. He had a hard-on that could crack ice, hammer nails or skewer a hot cunt. She licked her lips and ran her hand over her cunt. This was going to be a good one, she knew it.
"The ground rules are simple. As I said before, don't tell anyone, hint or even grin like you just got laid. You can't move around. I can, so tell me, guide me, but don't get jumpy or all this time you've spent getting cured is shot to shit. I'm going to get you off once to take the pressure off. Then we really start to fuck. If you feel like you're going to come, let me know and I'll stop."
"You'll squeeze my cock?"
"You got it, Daryl. I'm not doing this just for you. I get my fun too, baby, and wasting a good boner is a disaster."
"Usually I can hold it, but after weeks here, I dunno." He grinned. "At the first sign, I'll tell you, Terri."
Terri had a good body, she knew. She wished she could lose a few pounds, but the roundness added to her belly and hips turned guys on as though she'd flipped a switch in their generators.
She had big tits, with huge, dark nipples and a cunt-muff as thick and dark as the hair on her head.
"Sixty-nine, or shall I blow you?"
"Gimme some pussy to eat and maybe I can hold it."
"Daryl, you're my kind of guy, a pussy lover."
He surprised her. He didn't blow at her first lick and he was great at eating her cunt. A few guys still wouldn't and a few weren't very good, but he was young, with real talent and went after her cunt like it was the best thing he'd tasted in weeks.
She licked around the head of his cock and the bulging veins throbbed in her fingers. "Go for it, baby, shoot my face full, then we can fuck like animals."
She jacked his cock-shaft and sucked the prick-head deep to give him both tongue and cheek action. She could feel his balls tighten up. A spasm rattled her. All that good stuff he was doing to her cunt was more than just making her squirm and wiggle. Little flashes of color were bouncing off her eyelids, and her insides were writhing with the come. She sucked hard on his cock, hoping she could get him off first in case he twisted and hurt himself. She lost. She whirled up and away like a balloon with a hole, zooped and dove some circles and was sinking low when the splat of his jism brought her to life. She gulped what she could, then let it shoot in the air. She rubbed it on her tits and belly when she wiped it off his gut.
"Think you can get that nice cock up for me?"
"To get in your pussy, I could lift weights with it!"
She smiled.
She stroked his cock. "I'll get up the first time, then we'll see how it goes. If you're okay, then maybe we can try some other stuff."
"Always the nurse."
"Therapist, and I love my work, especially this kind." She held his cock at her cunt-lips and rubbed it along her fuck-slot. "They don't know it, but I'd scrub floors to work here with you guys."
Daryl laughed. "Terri, you've got the perfect job!"
She nodded in agreement. Swiping his bulbous cock-head from her clit back, toward her asshole was making her feel good. She swiveled down slowly on his cock, savoring each inch as it fucked up her cunt. She held steady, gripped down on his cock for a muscle roll with her pussy and watched his face beam.
"Just a sample, buster. I'm going to fuck you limp!"