Control Freak

Wrapping up yet another double shift on the intensive care floor, a blurry eyed Jessica Hatch scribbled her last bit of paperwork into Mr. Stewart's chart. The long hours were finally catching up to the 30 year-old supervisory nurse. On days like this one, she questions why she ever went into nursing to begin with. She was once accepted into medical school, but thought at the time that nursing would give her a better opportunity for a life outside of work. In those days, when 30 seemed so much older, Jessica thought she'd have a family by now.

Even though Jessica spent far too many hours at the hospital, she had always felt at ease there--even under the most stressful of situations. As supervisor, Jessica ran the show in the IC ward. Sure, the untrained observer thought the doctors who breezed in and out were in charge. But the staff knew Jessica kept much needed stability and order on the floor.

Her relief, Patty, came in almost an hour late, even though she knew Jessica had been there more than 17 hours. Jessica was in no mood to argue and curtly gave Patty an update on each patient before she headed home. Too tired to bother changing, Jessica left wearing her blue scrubs and shuffled out the door and down the street. Amazingly, even though she had logged long hours for years, Jessica didn't look her age. In fact, if not for her uniform, you'd think you were looking at the freckled face of a collage freshman. Her fair complexion and shoulder-length blonde hair made her almost glow in the dark night. When she wasn't at work, Jessica spent a lot of time at the gym. Her hospital scrubs were not very flattering to her 36DD-25-35 figure.

All Jessica could think of as she walked down to the subway was of her soft warm bed. She didn't mind that no one would be there to share it with her, since she broke up with her boyfriend some three months ago. She threw Martin out after he failed to do any chores throughout their brief coupling. Jessica knew she had high standards when it came to men, but she felt that she had no reason to settle for anything less. She hadn't dated since, even though an attractive guy at her gym had asked her out repeatedly. Jessica didn't decline outright, but she wasn't sure whether she should date Robert. There was something about the way he talked that she didn't like. He slurred his words a bit and used the word "like" far too often. She couldn't imagine sitting through an entire evening listening to that.

Jessica boarded the subway train and found herself alone in the car. Her body nearly collapsed into the outward-facing seat. It felt great to finally rest her sore feet. As the train sped into a dark tunnel, Jessica told herself to stay awake. She didn't want to miss her stop. She fought to keep her eyelids from closing; her head fell back and she drifted off into a deep sleep.

****

Ricky, Curtis, and Ed walked briskly down the dark narrow street. They made no effort to keep their voices quite in this late evening. They yelled and laughed loudly as they headed for the subway.

"All I know is you'd better pay up," said Ed, shaking his head. "I won tonight."

"You didn't win shit," yelled Ricky. "Tabitha's mouth was all over me. I could've fucked her if I really wanted to."

"Number one, the bet was who got the most tonight," said Ed. "Number two, all you did was kiss her. Number three, you didn't and couldn't fuck her. Number four, I got head from Sally. Did either of you get head? No! I win! Pay up, suckers."

"I don't know about that," laughed Curtis. "I heard Sally went down on you, but you farted ... and she went running out of there!"

"So! My dick was in her mouth! Did you put your dick in anyone's mouth, besides Ricky here? You owe me $100, and you owe me $100, too. Pay me now or pay me at my house."

"This is bullshit," said Ricky.

The party the three young men were at was broken up by the police. Since Ricky's the oldest at 20 (Ed and Curtis are both 19), they planned to go to his apartment where they would drink beer, play videogames, and watch pornography. They continued to argue over their wager when they got on the train. At first they thought they were alone, but their loud voices made Jessica shift slightly.

"Quite down," said Ed. "Someone's sleeping."

The three men watched Jessica slumber soundly. Her platinum hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Her thin arms folded together causing her chest to puff up under her blouse. Her legs crossed at the knees exaggerated her curvy hips and narrow waist. Even without makeup, Jessica's skin radiated a healthy sheen, and her full lips were naturally pink and parted slightly, so she could take shallow, restful breaths. The same evil thought ran through the young men's minds. None of them had ever been with a white woman before, and they wondered whether the experience would be any different.

"You think she's drunk?" asked Ricky.

"Naw," said Curtis. "She's got a hospital uniform on. She's just sleeping. Can you imagine working this late at night?"

"Yeah, that's a real fucking shame," laughed Ed. "So, you still think that blowjob from Tabitha don't count?"

"She might have sucked your dick, but that wasn't a blowjob."

"All right," he said with a smirk, unzipping his fly. "If that don't count then maybe this will."

"What the fuck you doing?"

"Shut the fuck up," Ed said, pushing the others aside. "Check this out." He pointed his long limp penis at Jessica's face. Ed pressed the tip to her soft lips and then slowly slid the shaft over her hot wet tongue. His thick cock hardened immediately, growing to a full nine inches.

Jessica stirred. Something was disturbing her, but she didn't know what it was. Then she felt something press hard against her uvula, causing her to nearly gag. She inhaled deeply through her nose as her eyelids batted. She tried to focus her eyes, but only saw Ed's dark brown skin in front of her. Thick hairs tickled the tip of her nose. She heard laughter. Suddenly she realized that she was still on the train. She placed her palms against Ed's hard stomach and pushed with all of her might. Ricky and Curtis quickly took hold of her arms.

Ed snagged Jessica's ponytail and yanked her head into him, forcing his cock deeper down her throat. Jessica whimpered as she thought for a moment of clamping down her jaw.

"Don't do anything stupid," Ed said forcefully. He felt the edges of her teeth against his skin. "There's three of us here. You don't want to make us mad."

Muffled cries of protest were all that Jessica could produce, while Ed's large dick continued to slither in and out of her mouth. Jessica panicked and was nearly hyperventilating. She felt helpless and trapped. She searched her mind and couldn't think of what to do. Five minutes of Ed's rough probing seemed like an hour. She wanted out; she wanted this to end.

That's what her inner voice began to say: "Make it end, Jessica. Just calm down, and make it end." She gained control over her breathing, and then she made her lips form a tight seal around Ed's cock. She closed her eyes and relaxed the back of her throat. When Ed pushed himself into her, Jessica bobbed her head into him, allowing his cock to slide deeper inside. Jessica's whimpers slowly transformed into deep moans.

"That's it, bitch," Ed groaned. "Suck it good." Curtis and Ricky laughed as Jessica worked over their friend's dick. Ed grinded into her face, and Jessica's inner voice encouraged her more: "Keep it up; he can't take much more."

Jessica tasted the strong flavor of precum, which caused her mouth to water. She instinctively pinched her knees together when she noticed the warm wetness developing between her thighs. Jessica vigorously glided her swollen lips up and down the entire length of Ed's shaft. She didn't hesitate when Ed's hips began to convulse. She felt his large palms on the back of her head, pushing himself inside until his testicles pressed against her chin.

"Aw fuck yeah!" he yelled.

Jessica's cheeks puffed out as hot semen flooded from the thick tip of Ed's cock. She whimpered as she collected the tangy gob in her mouth, savoring it for a moment before she let it slide down her throat. As Ed's body relaxed, she continued to suck softly on his cock, milking the remaining drizzle of his cum. When Ed withdrew his shrinking rod from Jessica's lips, the men heard a slight pop as the suction broke. Jessica sucked on her lower lip, contemplating what just happened and enjoying the aftertaste. In her exhausted state, she felt as though she were in a dream.

"See, now you two need to pay up," said Ed, as he pulled up his jeans.

"Not if I get more play than you," chuckled Ricky, pointing out the details of their wager.

Jessica's eyes met Ricky's for just a moment before she abruptly looked away. Ricky was an extremely muscular and tall young man.

"Come here, bitch," he said, pushing her down across the seats. "Let's show him how we do this."

"Slowly, please. Not so rough," she said, clawing at Ricky's chest and attempting to squirm away. Curtis quickly grabbed her wrists, pinning them over her head. Jessica pinched her legs together, but Ricky had no problem yanking the loose bottoms down, exposing her long, shapely legs. He flashed a white toothy grin when he noticed that her pink cotton panties were visibly soaked. He pulled them down over her round hips and tossed them to the floor.

For a moment the three men silently eyed her small patch of fine blonde hair. Ricky pulled his pants down. Then, placing a hand beneath each of Jessica's knees, he pried them apart. Her knees were now at her shoulders, given him a perfect view of her tender pink slit.

The air was heavy with the smell of Jessica's oozing juices.

She could hardly fidget as the men held her firmly in place. She'd never felt so exposed and vulnerable. She watched intently as Ricky mounted her. Jessica's eyes bulged when she saw his fully erect penis. It looked almost 10 inches long, and it was dreadfully thick. Her emotions ran from horror to anxious anticipation. Ricky pressed the fat tip against her tiny slit. Jessica gasped while she watched the long cock disappear into her. She felt terrible heat within her as her pussy stretched around the wide shaft. She experienced an uncomfortable fullness when Ricky's hairy balls slapped against her bottom.

Ricky never before felt a pussy close around his dick so tightly. At first he didn't think he'd fit into such a small hole, but Jessica's wetness allowed him to drive it into her. Jessica's pussy produced so much lubricant that it completely drenched Ricky's balls and he noticed a small pool develop under her bottom. He quickly took advantage of this unprecedented access. He slid his giant rod nearly all the way out and watched Jessica's expression as he jammed it deep within her.

"Yeah, bitch, that pussy's fine!" he grunted, pushing harder and harder into her. With each thrust, Jessica let out a soft moan.

Jessica panted as she watched Ricky slam into her violently. The well-built black man's sweat dripped from his brow onto her face. It tasted salty and manly. Jessica felt his warmth above her and within her. The discomfort inside her body subsided. Now the sensation alternated between fullness and longing, as he pushed inside and withdrew at a hurried pace. Ricky arched his back and groaned as Jessica's velvety soft skin clutched his manhood. She read the exhilaration and satisfaction on his face. Just then, Jessica was reminded of a long-held fantasy. She once dated a guy who took her to a college basketball game at his alma mater. She had no interest in the game, but was fascinated by the hunky players, especially the dark ones. She wondered what it would be like to be with one of them. Now she was beneath this black Adonis, completely under his power. She sensed a craving within her belly.

Jessica screamed out lustily and rocked herself into Ricky. Her body quivered and she was filled with restless energy brought on by a forthcoming orgasm. Ricky, acutely aware that she was nearing climax, practically punched Curtis so that he would let go of Jessica's arms. Ricky then grabbed two fistfuls of Jessica's shirt and lifted her up. He yanked her on top of him as he sat back into the seat.

The train made a stop. For a split second Jessica could have made a run for it. When the doors slid open, Jessica's blue eyes met with Ricky's. She pulled her shirt over her head. Breathing deeply, she reached back and unclipped her bra, which fell to the floor. Jessica's immense, white breasts spilled out. Her rosy silver-dollar-sized nipples were rigid and thick. For a moment, Ricky lost his breath. He'd never seen such erotic breasts—not even on the pornos he watched with friends. He squeezed them in his palms and sucked, slurped, and bit on Jessica's fat tits, which sent a shiver across her skin.

Resting her hands on Ricky's broad shoulders, Jessica rolled her hips into him, allowing his cock to penetrate farther. She didn't want to loose the sensation that was building within her. The rumbling train caused Ricky's shaft to vibrate inside of her. Slowly at first, she began lifting her bottom up and then pressing it vigorously into him. As her climax approached, Jessica's rhythm grew faster. In short order she was hopping up and down on Ricky's powerful staff. Her plump bottom jiggled as it slapped into him, and her engorged breasts bounced to the delight of the men. Her entire body glistened as she cried out loud: "Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Ricky felt Jessica's slick pussy contract snugly around him as her body convulsed. Feeling the urgent building of his own orgasm, he gripped her fleshy bottom and lifted and dropped her onto him. He couldn't hold back the torrent any longer, and his cock gushed inside of her. Jessica felt the rush of his hot fluid as his cock pulsated. He slouched back as he released, but slid his hands up Jessica's back, pulling her into him. She gently eased his boyish face into her breasts and whispered in his ear: "That's it, baby. Let it all out."

After catching his breath, Ricky rolled Jessica off of him. She sat motionless and dizzy. A warm mix of her juices and his semen trickled from her hot-pink pussy. Not a single thought ran through her pretty head while she rested in the satisfaction that only a potent orgasm could provide.

"What, you think you're done, slut?" said Curtis, as he removed his blue jeans. Jessica didn't respond or even flinch as he approached her. He slapped his half erect dick across her face. "No way are you finished yet," he teased. His penis grew as he spanked her about the face and mouth. He jammed it deep down her throat, coating it with her warm saliva, before pressing it between her enormous breasts. He squeezed her boobs together, enveloping his cock in her soft skin. The friction made her supple skin feel hot around his big dick, and he loved how sexy his dark rod looked pumping between her luscious white mounds.

Jessica's breasts had always been extremely sensitive to the touch. With Curtis vigorously humping her swollen chest, her entire body trembled. Sitting in a puddle of her juices, she slid her bottom to the edge of the seat. Spreading her legs wide, Jessica parted the lips of her vagina. With easy access to her clit, she stroked it with her fingertips. Soon, it was engorged and ruby red. Sensing that a climax was near, Jessica looked up at Curtis. She was wide-eyed and smiling.

"I'm going to cum soon," she purred. "Are you?" Curtis felt the tension building inside. "Aw, fuck yeah," he breathlessly moaned.

"Good! Come on, baby," she said with a devilish grin. "I want you to cum with me."

Jessica's back arched and her body shook. She let out a throaty giggle as her orgasm released. But she kept sawing away at her clit, not wanting to let the feeling subside. Watching Jessica get off was more than Curtis could take. He pressed her tits together as hard as he could. His cock throbbed and his brow furrowed. Jessica knew he was about to blow.

"Come on, baby," she said in a soft voice full of lust. "Cum all over me."

Curtis yelled out as he exploded massive amounts of semen, coating Jessica's supple breasts in a hot sticky glaze. She massaged his cum into her skin while she cleaned off his cock with the tip of her tongue. After she licked up the last drops, she sat back to catch her breath. She was too tired to put her clothes on just yet. The three large men stood over her. She felt intimidated by them and somewhat humiliated by her behavior. Was this really happening? she thought. Perhaps this is just a fantastic dream.

The train slowed to a stop. Ed tossed a card to Jessica. "That's my cell number," he said "Call me soon if you want to party."

Jessica nodded as the three stepped off of the train. She hurriedly got dressed and caught another train home, several stops in the other direction. After a week of her normal, stressful routine, Jessica returned home one night. Standing by her phone she held the card with Ed's number in her hand. She thought of the incredible feeling of release she experienced. What harm could come of calling? she told herself.

"This is Ed. What's up?"

"Hi," she said uncertainly. "This is Jessica ... I guess you don't know my name. From the subway last week."

"Yeah, Jessica. I was just thinking of you."