Pull out

In what has to go down as one of the greatest acts of self-control in the history of humanity, you **** yourself to pull out of her just moments before asking about birth control becomes moot. Your cock starts to spurt its load as soon as the light hits it. You give it a good hard grasp and milk the contents of your balls onto Nancy’s stomach and chest. With a load as big as that, you wonder whether any medicinal form of birth control would have been able to withstand the onslaught of your millions of baby makers.

Nancy lovingly moves her hands over your spunk and rubs it all over her breasts. She gives your cock a few tugs, as if to be sure that there’s no more waiting to be released. When she is satisfied that you have fully drained your balls, she daintily licks her fingers, as if she had just finished consuming a sticky cinnamon roll and doesn’t want to waste a single tasty morsel.

You flop on your side and lay next to her. You’re suddenly a bit unsure of what you’re supposed to do. It’s not as if you just made love to your girlfriend, when you know you’re supposed to offer sweet romantic words and tender caresses. Instead, this started off with you being seduced by a sexy older cougar who also happens to be your boss. It may have started with you being seduced, but by the time it was over, there was no question about whether you were willing. You rode and dominated her as if she was your bitch. Now that post-coital sanity is returning to both of you, you’re not entirely sure what “this” was.

Before you can say anything, the awkward silence is broken by a loud rumbling from your stomach. You and Nancy look down at the source of the noise, and you both laugh.

“I guess you worked up an appetite, didn’t you, Stud?” The nurse places a hand on your abs just in time to feel your stomach rumble again. Her hand pauses there for a moment before moving down and lightly stroking your cock. “I forget that you’re still a growing boy.” Despite having just experienced a powerful orgasm, your cock twitches and lengthens a little under her touch. She smiles hungrily and says, “And growing larger by the second, I see! I think maybe I should go out and put those groceries away and see if I can’t find something that will… satisfy… your cravings.”

The emphasis she puts on “satisfy” sends another wake-up call to your penis. She gets off the bed before it gets to the point where another romp is necessary. She looks around for her panties. When she finds them, she quickly determines they are too wet to put back on. Instead, she puts them in a clothes hamper and retrieves a robe from her bathroom. It is made of thin, silky material and is long enough to just barely extend below her hips. If she pulled the robe tightly closed, it might offer a decent amount of cover for her breasts. As it is, however, the robe comes together in such a way that it covers her nipples — but only barely. It is, at best, an R-rated piece of apparel.

After asking if you have any requests or dietary restrictions, Nancy gives you one more undisguised look of lust, followed by a look of **** determination as she turns and heads for the kitchen.

You lay on her bed for a moment. As the perspiration on your body evaporates, you feel a bit of a chill. You are half-tempted to crawl under the blankets of her bed to warm up and perhaps entice her to join you and have dinner — and a bit of physical “dessert” — in bed. You also remember that you are, in fact, a college student who is only going to be able to have a chance to enjoy this newfound lifestyle if you maintain good grades. Homework and perhaps a shower await you back in your part of the house.