In Search of a Muse: Steph Pt. 01

*She requested I write a story about her love of cum, desire to be wanted/claimed by new men, and to work towards more than one guy fucking her. How could I resist giving her exactly what she asked for?*

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I think we've all had a moment when we've had lust or desire strike us unexpectedly. Generally, I think most of us make a judgment call: is this something I can act on or not? If not, we file it away as a temporary fantasy - and if so, we see what we can make happen.

This should be a story of one of those times when something was filed away as a temporary fantasy never acted on, but it isn't.

I was getting a general check up at the local doctor's office. Pretty standard and boring thing linked to a new job. Stephanie, the nurse that started taking my blood pressure and vitals, was anything but standard or boring. Brown hair just past the shoulders, smoldering eyes that captivated, playful lips that knew the effect they had too well... She wore blue scrubs, the hallmark of most medical practices in the area, but despite them being as generic as possible - the curves they covered were anything but common or generic. She had full D-cup breasts and a tight, sexy little ass - and as much as scrubs are designed to downplay the body they cover, *nothing* could detract from her body. The downside? I noticed the ring on her finger. Not just engaged - married. That should have stopped me. I wanted that to stop me. But... I wanted to know firsthand what was under those scrubs far, far more. My willpower buckled easily.

The checkup went fine and was exceptionally boring. Finding excuses to flirt with her when we were alone and enjoying her playful smile and alluring eyes pushed back what boredom the majority of the checkup held. Before leaving I gave her my business card - from my former job, but with my mobile number on it. On the back, I scrawled out one simple sentence:

Think a drink could lead to more than flirtation?

She met for that drink, still wearing her scrubs, a couple hours later when she got off work. She had a cosmo. I had what I tended to generally favor when I indulged in alcohol: a scotch on the rocks. I noticed, happily, that the ring on her finger was no longer present. Clearly she knew where this was meant to lead - and I couldn't be happier to see she recognized that.

"So, Stephanie, am I wrong to assume that eyes with that rich of an allure and curves with that lack of exposure require a good bit of attention?"

She stiffened a little at the bluntness with which I spoke, but ultimately she didn't seem to mind it. At least - not enough to leave or bat an eye.

"Call me Steph. Stephanie's just what I go by at work. And...I think any girl with proper curves needs certain attention. And if she's flirting shamelessly with a cute guy, she's probably looking for him to find an excuse to provide that attention."

Her smile was more than suggestive, now. Truth be told - it was more intoxicating than either of our drinks. Her tongue ran along her upper lip briefly, delicately...

"Really, Steph? I was thinking you'd make something of a sexy cum goddess."

She chuckled at that.

"If you're trying to put me off by talking dirty to me, you're using the wrong tactic." Her voice lowered, slightly, even though no one was near enough to likely hear. "There's something primal about making a man cum, and something deliciously rewarding about that first twitch when their cock erupts from your attention & efforts."

"Show me just how true that is in your car, then, my dear."

Her eyes met my own, not with surprise or dismissal - but simple consideration. With a smirk, she left a large bill for the bartender and took my hand. I had expected to take the lead, but clearly she was going to be doing that. If anything - she had just been waiting for the invitation. I find it rare in life that things go this well, but wasn't going to question her willingness when I was just as eager.

In the car she made short work of using a hair tie to tame her sexy, wild hair. Barely glancing around to ensure we couldn't be seen, she unzipped my pants and took my cock out. Is it any surprise that anticipation had my cock fully erect and ready? She took off the top of her scrubs, revealing the white lace bra fighting to contain her large, D-cup breasts. The bra was quickly removed as well, and her scrub pants were pulled down slightly (revealing a matching white lace thong). She didn't delay for a moment though, and quickly got to work playfully stroking my cock. Honestly, she seemed amused by it. Not that the size was anything special - a rather tame seven inches - but she seemed pleased by the fact that I was hard before she revealed any real skin (and even harder as her breasts and thong were exposed).

Her hands formed a tight-yet-tender grip on my cock and stroked eagerly, breasts bouncing and jiggling with the dedicated attention she provided. Her lips still formed an intrigued smirk only inches away from the head of my cock, briefly leaning down to loving lick it while her eyes locked on my own.

"A cum goddess, indeed..."

Her eyes remained locked on my own, but her mouth traveled farther down my cock as she offered a deep, pleasure-inducing moan of agreement. The slight movement in her mouth as she moaned so deeply was an unfamiliar but deliciously welcome pleasure for my cock. My hands traveled to her breasts eagerly, fondling and caressing them as her pace quickened and her efforts grew more pressing. God, I'd met with her imagining some explosive session of love-making or passionate, raw sex - but she was clearly focused on one thing: making me cum as quickly as possible. And, honestly? Given the beautiful view her body provided and the skillful attention of her mouth and hands, I was going to reach that peak of pleasure very quickly. Too quickly.

"Steph...I'm going to cum."

Her mouth almost immediately left my cock, but the movements of her hands were more thorough than before. Seconds of this attention had me reaching orgasm. She had eyes, at this point, for nothing but my cock. Even I, though, noticed the telltale twitch of orgasm which she referenced earlier. The first strand of silvery-white cum landed on her cheek. The second fell between her sizable breasts. The third strand of pearly white cum was barely milked onto her hands as she continued with far slower but still deliberate strokes. She smiled with apparent glee and gathered my cum with her fingers - playing with the thick strands she gathered briefly between her fingers before licking it up happily.

"So, Daniel - I think the next step is for you to return the favor. Do you have a friend who could join in on the fun?"

"I... Would infinitely prefer to claim the pleasures of your body for myself."

"Mmm. That does sound tempting. But, whether you realized it or not, I really am a bit of a cum goddess. Just an out of practice one. I'd be glad to offer you the many pleasures my body could provide..." Her tongue barely made contact with the head of cock, caressing it tenderly and causing waves of almost overly potent pleasure to surge through me before she pulled back with that same knowing smile. "But I always thought being covered with more than one man's cum was the best kind of foreplay. I'm glad to do just about anything you ask, but I'm afraid one man's cum is never enough for me. Thus...needing more than just my husband's attentions."

"I-"

"If you prefer, we could let things end here."

A powerful silence hung between us for a moment.

"...I'm sure I have a friend who could be enticed to join us."

"Mmm. I hope he can produce as much cum as you did. Call him. Now. We'll get a hotel room..."