polosatai
02-19-2010, 02:22 AM
ADMIN EDIT:- WRITTEN BY – Frank Jackson
Night Nurse Makes Her Rounds (F/dog)
***
The doctor left at four, but the clinic did not
officially close until five. Becca was instructed to
lock up at that time, but leave the lights on and answer
the phones until 6 p.m.
The woman knew, even though she turned the latch on the
front door that it would be hours yet before it would be
safe. Even at that, there were names on the emergency
number list that could call at any time and mess things
up. That did not happen often enough to keep the
veterinary assistant from changing her plans.
There wasn't much in this universe that could do that.
Just being alone in the building, knowing what waited,
enforced such power over her she could barely stand
unaided. Her heart pounded heavily under her breast. Her
head seemed to fill with numbing helium, threatening to
float from her body if her neck did not hold it firmly
attached.
Taking several deep breaths, Becca wondered how she
would survive until eight o'clock when the neighborhood
quieted to a point when sounds of intrusion could be
deciphered over the hubbub of traffic and kids playing
outside. By then the phones would have quieted as well.
Then Nurse Becca could make her final rounds.
That is what Doctor Barretti liked to call her when
patients were around. It was part of his "bedside
manner" she guessed.
Just as he considered the human owners as much patients
as their pets, often more so. She was no nurse, although
she did have a degree in animal husbandry. It didn't
help much under Barretti, who used an entirely different
vocabulary than the university, but it did land her the
job as his assistant. Physician's assistant may have
been a more accurate term, but for now she was Nurse
Becca. And as such the young woman did have enough to
keep her busy for the next few hours.
Especially if she were to get all her chores finished up
before eight. Once she pushed herself away from the
filing cabinet she had been leaning on for support, and
forced her body to go through the physical motions
required, the time went quickly enough. The work was
routine and not terribly difficult.
Becca had performed the tasks so often in the past six
months that she scarcely had to think about it. Instead
she went over the plans again. Not because she was
unsure of them. In the last few weeks she had nearly
perfected her approach.
Each dog was different, each reacted to different
stimuli. Becca learned early on to work with one animal
at a time, discovering what voice worked best, what
smells most interested him. She developed a special bond
with him over a week or two so as to make the big night
as successful as possible. It was a lesson she learned
the hard way.
In the beginning she wasn't always successful.
Becca's first choice had, without question, been the
huge, vicious shepherd kept in one of the larger pens.
He, as were many of the residents, healthy animals
cooling their paws while their owners went off on
vacations. He was hands down the handsomest canine that
she had ever seen at the clinic. All efforts to be
friendly with him netted barred teeth and mean snarls.
Becca finally tried her last resort as a novice. She did
not bathe for a week, masturbating daily to give her
body as sexually musky an odor as possible.
Even Dr. Barretti commented.
She gave him the excuse that she was without water until
the landlord fixed the plumbing, but decided that that
had to be the night she offered herself to the German
shepherd. Long after dark she went to the back corridor
where the larger dogs were caged, and nervously removed
her uniform. The shepherd could sense her fear, a deep
growl rising from deep within him. Becca cautiously
moved to the door of his pen, her own body odor filling
her nostrils. She hoped the dog would like it, and
become aroused by it.
He did stop growling, testing the air for the source of
the unfamiliar smell.
Taking this for encouragement Becca stepped forward and,
legs open, pressed herself against the door's iron
screening. The dog attacked immediately, only the
seemingly fragile cage keeping him from the human
intruder. Becca did not flinch. An instinct learned
early in an animal handler's career is to fight the urge
to flee. The woman was successful in that, but she wet
herself on the spot.
In terror and shame she backed slowly off and moved to
the pen of a cocker she knew to be friendly. The little
dog seemed genuinely interested in the woman's wet
panties, and even licked her privates when Becca peeled
the sodden garment off. She did manage to jack the
cocker off that night, but Becca realized she had a lot
more to learn about canine intercourse.
Not all the smaller dogs were easy to mate. She had been
bitten more than once and clawed many times. Each time
she mastered new techniques and tried new strategies.
Successes now numbered higher than the failures. Tonight
she was confident she would find satisfying success with
the Chocolate Lab.
As Nurse Becca she knew his name, of course. As Nurse
Becca she kept him groomed, especially clipping his
nails and washing him. She walked him around the back
yard rather than simply leaving him in a run. She spoke
to him often in her level, soothing voice. After hours,
however, was a different story. After all the chores
were done she ceased to be Nurse Becca, and became
submissive slut Becca. This woman did not use given
names, for fear of lasting affections.
She did not want to become mate to one animal, but was
willing to be their bitch for a day, or week. As dog-
slut Becca she would climb into her prospective lover's
cage, fondle him, let him smell her, kiss her: perhaps
even jack him off if it were a quickly developing
relationship.
Becca had done all this with the Chocolate Lab. She knew
he was ready for her, and she for him. Tonight would be
the night. She could almost feel his erect cock slipping
between her lips. It made her knees weak, and she had to
sit down. Shaking her head clear, the young woman
realized the work was nearly done.
The clock on the examination room wall showed it to be
7:30. Clean the sinks and counter tops in the washroom,
shut down the furnace and check the doors and lights
were all she needed to do before her nightly rounds.
Butterflies careened in her stomach as she stood and
began to finish up.
The sense of helplessness had been growing stronger ever
since she had first locked the doors. It was very
intense now, as if a phantom being were penetrating her
through some form of osmosis and taking control of her
mind and body. She went about the last of her work
automatically, like a robot of flesh and blood
controlled by a computer chip planted somewhere deep in
the back of her head. She could almost feel it.
As she made her way closer to the lodging ward Becca
felt her body fill up with the sensation of being
manipulated; the phantom gaining total control. The hall
seemed viewed from within a fishbowl, blurred and
distorted. Her body stopped at the leash rack, a wall
mounted board of nails from which various kinds of
restraints hung. There were empty nails too. The night
nurse stared at them as her hand rose to her throat.
Her fingers worked the buttons of her uniform slowly.
There was no hurry now.
The dress opened completely down the front, and as Becca
let it fall from her shoulders the fragrance of her sex
rose to fill the short hallway She hung the white
uniform, then her bra. She wore no panties so the juices
of her arousal were free to leak down her thighs.
One-by-one the animal handler lifted a foot, untied the
laces of the white, soft-soled shoes and pulled them
off. Then the socks. Now that she was naked there was
nothing left to do but step to the brown dog's cage.
The latch lifted easily, and Becca swung the wire door
all the way open. A hook held it in place. Then her body
did something she had not anticipated, something not in
her plan. Her feet moved her to the next cage, then the
next.
Her fingers lifted each latch. Each door swung open
until the animals of the last four pens were stepping
into the hallway. The Chocolate lapped at her leg and
ass as she moved zombie-like to the center of the room,
where a rubber mat lay waiting. Nurse Becca stood for a
moment, knees bent and bowed outward to let the big
dog's tongue find her oozing cooze. The other dogs
pranced around them, their tails wagging happily.
The woman endured the pleasure of that raspy tongue
slapping her genitals until her legs grew weak and
shaky. Easing herself to the mat, Becca went to her
hands and knees. Though many tongues now ran over her
skin the lab did not have to enforce his dominance.
He was largest of the dogs now free, and the others gave
him room by instinct. He took his place behind the nude
human female, smelling and licking the multi-flavored
secretions on the smooth flesh and the fur around the
female's function holes. One tasted of feces, the other
of urine and vaginal lubrication. The odors and tastes
were strongest within the folds of skin, but the
Labrador did not miss the crust of dried cum on the
woman's inner thighs.
Several days' worth of perspiration and body oils had
accumulated on Becca's skin, seeping from pores on every
inch of her. Her entire body was an orgy of scents and
flavors, and the other animals were busy taking part in
the feast.
Hot, wet tongues swiped at her underarms and breasts,
her feet and her face. Eyes closed, the nurse let the
dogs bathe her in their saliva.
Her mouth opened and sought to entrap the rough, fleshy
paddle of the hound before her, even as the Lab's
slithered into her vulvae in search of more girl-cum.
Another animal stepped on her hand, and Becca reached up
under its belly to fondle his prick. She stroked it
gently as she sucked on the tongue in her mouth and
pushed herself back on the brown dog's muzzle.
The beast's tongue shot into her like a striking snake,
and Becca felt the tremors of her orgasm begin. Groaning
aloud, the woman gave herself over to the rush of
desire. Automatically her hand closed around the growing
knot of the canine prick it held. Her elbows took her
weight so she had a free hand to find the genitals of
the hound in front of her. Behind her the Chocolate
climbed onto her back.
The Lab juggled his feet and haunches to line himself up
on the human's vagina.
He humped and shuffled his hind paws until he felt the
fleshy tip of his cock nestle into a warm, wet hole. The
swelling began immediately.
Becca felt it too, filling the opening of her cunt. She
new what was coming and moaned aloud.
"Yes my lover. Fill me, I am yours." The lust-crazed
woman pulled the hound closer to her. He rose up and
locked his fore legs behind her arms, as the Lab had
wrapped his around her waist. The erect penis in the
hand was dripping with clear fluid, and the night nurse
took it hungrily into her mouth.
Breathing deeply through her nose, Becca tasted the
tinny flavor of the hound's pre-cum. The tip of his cock
tickled the back of her throat. In her right hand
another dog-cock swelled. It oozed greasy fluid as well,
and the woman ran her tunneled fingers the length of it
and back. She pumped the canine prick as if she were
milking a cow.
At her left side yet another animal had mounted her, its
paws digging into her shoulder for purchase as he poked
his cock under the human's armpit and into the side of
her breast. And behind her the Lab pulled her more
tightly to him.
Becca felt the pain of his cock-tip, bone-hard, poking
at her cervix. She was completely full of him, so that
her whole vagina ached of it. It continued to grow, with
no place to go. By some instinct the woman squirmed
around, arching her back and twisting her hips.
It occurred to her that things were getting out of
control. The folly of her impetuousness dawned on her.
With the sense that a lead weight had just been placed
in her stomach, Nurse Becca realized that everything
could well happen at once. How could she concentrate on
the pleasures offered by the Chocolate if half a dozen
other sensations competed with it? This had not been her
plan. It would not do at all. The night nurse pulled all
but the tip of the hound's penis from her mouth. Playing
her tongue around the indentation there, the woman
coaxed the dog to ejaculate.
At the same time she canted her hips a little more while
her right hand jerked the cock it held in earnest. Deep
inside her Becca felt sharp pain as the Lab's cock-tip
snapped into her cervical opening. A controlled cry of
desperation escaped her lips. Her own orgasm launched
with a vengeance, but she did feel the first squirts of
the hound's semen enter her open mouth.
Lurching forward, the nurse captured the gush of dog-
cum. The ache in her loins was intense, but only added
dimension to her climax. Becca moved herself against the
Lab's huge cock, buried fully inside her and hard as a
rock. Her ass bucked rhythmically, moving the steely
intrusion in her cunt. Her orgasm continued.
The hound finished, and the wanton nurse pulled the cock
of the dog at her right to her mouth as she swallowed
the first helping. He was ejaculating before it reached
her lips, which soon milked him dry. The dog fucking her
tit left his load dripping from it as he retreated to
watch the action.
Soon all the dogs in the holding area were watching the
Lab fuck the human who, with semen dripping from her
chin, neck and breast, with eyes closed in ecstasy and
mouth agape witlessly, knelt willingly to take the big
dog's punishment.
It was no punishment at all to Nurse Becca. It was a
gift she totally desired; needed in fact. This moment
was all life was to her now. Her climax intensified. She
felt the bony cock slip deeper into her womb, and her
flesh burned red over her entire body. An obscene
incantation ran across her lips as fluids scalded her
gut.
The Chocolate was coming now, she knew. She could feel
the pulsing of his ejaculation. His semen flowed in
pressurized currents within her receptacle, around his
cock, swirling in her vagina, filling it like a balloon.
Her orgasm subsided gradually. The woman hung limp and
exhausted from the Lab.
After an indeterminable time the pressure inside her
eased. The Chocolate's penis disengaged with a wet
splat, showering the woman's legs and feet with canine
jizz. Becca collapsed onto the mat, where she lay
immobile and fulfilled. So relaxed and sated was she
that her bladder released its contents.
Urine ran freely from the same hole dog-cum drooled. The
liquids mixed in a puddle between the nurse's splayed
legs. Absently she felt it seep under her hips and
belly.
Nurse Becca smiled lazily as she recognized the coarse
strokes of animal tongues lapping at her skin, cleansing
her. Opening her legs wider and grinding her pussy on
the rubber mat beneath her, the obsessed woman had yet
another orgasm as one of those tongues delved right into
her vagina after tastier body fluid.
Returning the animals to their pens, cleaning the floor,
mat and herself, took until the early hours of morning.
Becca's mind remained blissfully blank as she went
through the motions. Her feet knew the way to the bus
stop, and the bus to her apartment.
Fragrant vestiges of the night's orgy lingered on her
skin as she lay naked in bed. The odors wafted
pleasantly under her nose, and Becca slipped into
restful, contented sleep. In dreams of soft, fluffy fur
and bone hard cocks, the night nurse anticipated another
glorious week at work.
Night Nurse Makes Her Rounds (F/dog)
***
The doctor left at four, but the clinic did not
officially close until five. Becca was instructed to
lock up at that time, but leave the lights on and answer
the phones until 6 p.m.
The woman knew, even though she turned the latch on the
front door that it would be hours yet before it would be
safe. Even at that, there were names on the emergency
number list that could call at any time and mess things
up. That did not happen often enough to keep the
veterinary assistant from changing her plans.
There wasn't much in this universe that could do that.
Just being alone in the building, knowing what waited,
enforced such power over her she could barely stand
unaided. Her heart pounded heavily under her breast. Her
head seemed to fill with numbing helium, threatening to
float from her body if her neck did not hold it firmly
attached.
Taking several deep breaths, Becca wondered how she
would survive until eight o'clock when the neighborhood
quieted to a point when sounds of intrusion could be
deciphered over the hubbub of traffic and kids playing
outside. By then the phones would have quieted as well.
Then Nurse Becca could make her final rounds.
That is what Doctor Barretti liked to call her when
patients were around. It was part of his "bedside
manner" she guessed.
Just as he considered the human owners as much patients
as their pets, often more so. She was no nurse, although
she did have a degree in animal husbandry. It didn't
help much under Barretti, who used an entirely different
vocabulary than the university, but it did land her the
job as his assistant. Physician's assistant may have
been a more accurate term, but for now she was Nurse
Becca. And as such the young woman did have enough to
keep her busy for the next few hours.
Especially if she were to get all her chores finished up
before eight. Once she pushed herself away from the
filing cabinet she had been leaning on for support, and
forced her body to go through the physical motions
required, the time went quickly enough. The work was
routine and not terribly difficult.
Becca had performed the tasks so often in the past six
months that she scarcely had to think about it. Instead
she went over the plans again. Not because she was
unsure of them. In the last few weeks she had nearly
perfected her approach.
Each dog was different, each reacted to different
stimuli. Becca learned early on to work with one animal
at a time, discovering what voice worked best, what
smells most interested him. She developed a special bond
with him over a week or two so as to make the big night
as successful as possible. It was a lesson she learned
the hard way.
In the beginning she wasn't always successful.
Becca's first choice had, without question, been the
huge, vicious shepherd kept in one of the larger pens.
He, as were many of the residents, healthy animals
cooling their paws while their owners went off on
vacations. He was hands down the handsomest canine that
she had ever seen at the clinic. All efforts to be
friendly with him netted barred teeth and mean snarls.
Becca finally tried her last resort as a novice. She did
not bathe for a week, masturbating daily to give her
body as sexually musky an odor as possible.
Even Dr. Barretti commented.
She gave him the excuse that she was without water until
the landlord fixed the plumbing, but decided that that
had to be the night she offered herself to the German
shepherd. Long after dark she went to the back corridor
where the larger dogs were caged, and nervously removed
her uniform. The shepherd could sense her fear, a deep
growl rising from deep within him. Becca cautiously
moved to the door of his pen, her own body odor filling
her nostrils. She hoped the dog would like it, and
become aroused by it.
He did stop growling, testing the air for the source of
the unfamiliar smell.
Taking this for encouragement Becca stepped forward and,
legs open, pressed herself against the door's iron
screening. The dog attacked immediately, only the
seemingly fragile cage keeping him from the human
intruder. Becca did not flinch. An instinct learned
early in an animal handler's career is to fight the urge
to flee. The woman was successful in that, but she wet
herself on the spot.
In terror and shame she backed slowly off and moved to
the pen of a cocker she knew to be friendly. The little
dog seemed genuinely interested in the woman's wet
panties, and even licked her privates when Becca peeled
the sodden garment off. She did manage to jack the
cocker off that night, but Becca realized she had a lot
more to learn about canine intercourse.
Not all the smaller dogs were easy to mate. She had been
bitten more than once and clawed many times. Each time
she mastered new techniques and tried new strategies.
Successes now numbered higher than the failures. Tonight
she was confident she would find satisfying success with
the Chocolate Lab.
As Nurse Becca she knew his name, of course. As Nurse
Becca she kept him groomed, especially clipping his
nails and washing him. She walked him around the back
yard rather than simply leaving him in a run. She spoke
to him often in her level, soothing voice. After hours,
however, was a different story. After all the chores
were done she ceased to be Nurse Becca, and became
submissive slut Becca. This woman did not use given
names, for fear of lasting affections.
She did not want to become mate to one animal, but was
willing to be their bitch for a day, or week. As dog-
slut Becca she would climb into her prospective lover's
cage, fondle him, let him smell her, kiss her: perhaps
even jack him off if it were a quickly developing
relationship.
Becca had done all this with the Chocolate Lab. She knew
he was ready for her, and she for him. Tonight would be
the night. She could almost feel his erect cock slipping
between her lips. It made her knees weak, and she had to
sit down. Shaking her head clear, the young woman
realized the work was nearly done.
The clock on the examination room wall showed it to be
7:30. Clean the sinks and counter tops in the washroom,
shut down the furnace and check the doors and lights
were all she needed to do before her nightly rounds.
Butterflies careened in her stomach as she stood and
began to finish up.
The sense of helplessness had been growing stronger ever
since she had first locked the doors. It was very
intense now, as if a phantom being were penetrating her
through some form of osmosis and taking control of her
mind and body. She went about the last of her work
automatically, like a robot of flesh and blood
controlled by a computer chip planted somewhere deep in
the back of her head. She could almost feel it.
As she made her way closer to the lodging ward Becca
felt her body fill up with the sensation of being
manipulated; the phantom gaining total control. The hall
seemed viewed from within a fishbowl, blurred and
distorted. Her body stopped at the leash rack, a wall
mounted board of nails from which various kinds of
restraints hung. There were empty nails too. The night
nurse stared at them as her hand rose to her throat.
Her fingers worked the buttons of her uniform slowly.
There was no hurry now.
The dress opened completely down the front, and as Becca
let it fall from her shoulders the fragrance of her sex
rose to fill the short hallway She hung the white
uniform, then her bra. She wore no panties so the juices
of her arousal were free to leak down her thighs.
One-by-one the animal handler lifted a foot, untied the
laces of the white, soft-soled shoes and pulled them
off. Then the socks. Now that she was naked there was
nothing left to do but step to the brown dog's cage.
The latch lifted easily, and Becca swung the wire door
all the way open. A hook held it in place. Then her body
did something she had not anticipated, something not in
her plan. Her feet moved her to the next cage, then the
next.
Her fingers lifted each latch. Each door swung open
until the animals of the last four pens were stepping
into the hallway. The Chocolate lapped at her leg and
ass as she moved zombie-like to the center of the room,
where a rubber mat lay waiting. Nurse Becca stood for a
moment, knees bent and bowed outward to let the big
dog's tongue find her oozing cooze. The other dogs
pranced around them, their tails wagging happily.
The woman endured the pleasure of that raspy tongue
slapping her genitals until her legs grew weak and
shaky. Easing herself to the mat, Becca went to her
hands and knees. Though many tongues now ran over her
skin the lab did not have to enforce his dominance.
He was largest of the dogs now free, and the others gave
him room by instinct. He took his place behind the nude
human female, smelling and licking the multi-flavored
secretions on the smooth flesh and the fur around the
female's function holes. One tasted of feces, the other
of urine and vaginal lubrication. The odors and tastes
were strongest within the folds of skin, but the
Labrador did not miss the crust of dried cum on the
woman's inner thighs.
Several days' worth of perspiration and body oils had
accumulated on Becca's skin, seeping from pores on every
inch of her. Her entire body was an orgy of scents and
flavors, and the other animals were busy taking part in
the feast.
Hot, wet tongues swiped at her underarms and breasts,
her feet and her face. Eyes closed, the nurse let the
dogs bathe her in their saliva.
Her mouth opened and sought to entrap the rough, fleshy
paddle of the hound before her, even as the Lab's
slithered into her vulvae in search of more girl-cum.
Another animal stepped on her hand, and Becca reached up
under its belly to fondle his prick. She stroked it
gently as she sucked on the tongue in her mouth and
pushed herself back on the brown dog's muzzle.
The beast's tongue shot into her like a striking snake,
and Becca felt the tremors of her orgasm begin. Groaning
aloud, the woman gave herself over to the rush of
desire. Automatically her hand closed around the growing
knot of the canine prick it held. Her elbows took her
weight so she had a free hand to find the genitals of
the hound in front of her. Behind her the Chocolate
climbed onto her back.
The Lab juggled his feet and haunches to line himself up
on the human's vagina.
He humped and shuffled his hind paws until he felt the
fleshy tip of his cock nestle into a warm, wet hole. The
swelling began immediately.
Becca felt it too, filling the opening of her cunt. She
new what was coming and moaned aloud.
"Yes my lover. Fill me, I am yours." The lust-crazed
woman pulled the hound closer to her. He rose up and
locked his fore legs behind her arms, as the Lab had
wrapped his around her waist. The erect penis in the
hand was dripping with clear fluid, and the night nurse
took it hungrily into her mouth.
Breathing deeply through her nose, Becca tasted the
tinny flavor of the hound's pre-cum. The tip of his cock
tickled the back of her throat. In her right hand
another dog-cock swelled. It oozed greasy fluid as well,
and the woman ran her tunneled fingers the length of it
and back. She pumped the canine prick as if she were
milking a cow.
At her left side yet another animal had mounted her, its
paws digging into her shoulder for purchase as he poked
his cock under the human's armpit and into the side of
her breast. And behind her the Lab pulled her more
tightly to him.
Becca felt the pain of his cock-tip, bone-hard, poking
at her cervix. She was completely full of him, so that
her whole vagina ached of it. It continued to grow, with
no place to go. By some instinct the woman squirmed
around, arching her back and twisting her hips.
It occurred to her that things were getting out of
control. The folly of her impetuousness dawned on her.
With the sense that a lead weight had just been placed
in her stomach, Nurse Becca realized that everything
could well happen at once. How could she concentrate on
the pleasures offered by the Chocolate if half a dozen
other sensations competed with it? This had not been her
plan. It would not do at all. The night nurse pulled all
but the tip of the hound's penis from her mouth. Playing
her tongue around the indentation there, the woman
coaxed the dog to ejaculate.
At the same time she canted her hips a little more while
her right hand jerked the cock it held in earnest. Deep
inside her Becca felt sharp pain as the Lab's cock-tip
snapped into her cervical opening. A controlled cry of
desperation escaped her lips. Her own orgasm launched
with a vengeance, but she did feel the first squirts of
the hound's semen enter her open mouth.
Lurching forward, the nurse captured the gush of dog-
cum. The ache in her loins was intense, but only added
dimension to her climax. Becca moved herself against the
Lab's huge cock, buried fully inside her and hard as a
rock. Her ass bucked rhythmically, moving the steely
intrusion in her cunt. Her orgasm continued.
The hound finished, and the wanton nurse pulled the cock
of the dog at her right to her mouth as she swallowed
the first helping. He was ejaculating before it reached
her lips, which soon milked him dry. The dog fucking her
tit left his load dripping from it as he retreated to
watch the action.
Soon all the dogs in the holding area were watching the
Lab fuck the human who, with semen dripping from her
chin, neck and breast, with eyes closed in ecstasy and
mouth agape witlessly, knelt willingly to take the big
dog's punishment.
It was no punishment at all to Nurse Becca. It was a
gift she totally desired; needed in fact. This moment
was all life was to her now. Her climax intensified. She
felt the bony cock slip deeper into her womb, and her
flesh burned red over her entire body. An obscene
incantation ran across her lips as fluids scalded her
gut.
The Chocolate was coming now, she knew. She could feel
the pulsing of his ejaculation. His semen flowed in
pressurized currents within her receptacle, around his
cock, swirling in her vagina, filling it like a balloon.
Her orgasm subsided gradually. The woman hung limp and
exhausted from the Lab.
After an indeterminable time the pressure inside her
eased. The Chocolate's penis disengaged with a wet
splat, showering the woman's legs and feet with canine
jizz. Becca collapsed onto the mat, where she lay
immobile and fulfilled. So relaxed and sated was she
that her bladder released its contents.
Urine ran freely from the same hole dog-cum drooled. The
liquids mixed in a puddle between the nurse's splayed
legs. Absently she felt it seep under her hips and
belly.
Nurse Becca smiled lazily as she recognized the coarse
strokes of animal tongues lapping at her skin, cleansing
her. Opening her legs wider and grinding her pussy on
the rubber mat beneath her, the obsessed woman had yet
another orgasm as one of those tongues delved right into
her vagina after tastier body fluid.
Returning the animals to their pens, cleaning the floor,
mat and herself, took until the early hours of morning.
Becca's mind remained blissfully blank as she went
through the motions. Her feet knew the way to the bus
stop, and the bus to her apartment.
Fragrant vestiges of the night's orgy lingered on her
skin as she lay naked in bed. The odors wafted
pleasantly under her nose, and Becca slipped into
restful, contented sleep. In dreams of soft, fluffy fur
and bone hard cocks, the night nurse anticipated another
glorious week at work.