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I always thought that Janet was a little too flamboyant in her speech and manners. To be honest, she was the object of more than one of my fantasies. And why not? She's a very attractive middle-aged blond; her tits are very full and very firm and she always wears revealing little outfits that make her the subject of all the clinic gossip.

You see, it can be very difficult living a double life- as a Registered Nurse and the Medical coordinator, I have a responsibility to maintain an aire of, shall we say, professionalism. But before I became a nurse, I was a horny woman. Even in nursing school my extracurricular interests included several of my fellow students: I have never been uptight about making love to another woman, but on the job? It seemed that was exactly what Janet wanted.

More than once, she would drop subtle hints: she would ask me to check out her tits because they were so sore from her rude boyfriend's manhandling, or she'd insist on hiking her brief skirt up to show me her hot panties and garters. I thought I would die of embarassment. Imagine, a horny lady like myself who's eatten more cunt than most men have embarassed because some bitch hikes her skirt and gives me a view! I guess I'm still a bit inhibited, or at least I was until last week.

It was a very busy day, and I had a splitting headache from dealing with some stupid bitchy pig of supervisor from another facility. I no sooner hung up the phone when Janet buzzed me on the intercom:

"Annie, can I come in and talk to you, it's very important?"

"Uhhh...well, ok Janet, but it'll have to be quick", I shot back.

Janet suantered into my office with a deliberate swagger that would have drove anyone to madness. I couldn't help but focus on bouncing tits and the way her hard nipples poked through her satin blouse.

"Annie, I have a real problem. Last night my boyfriend couldn't get me off. It's not that he isn't a good lay or that he doesn't turn me on. It's just, well I found myself, distracted."

"Janet, why the fuck are you tellng me this shit?"

"Well Annie, I hope you don't take this wrong, but I think I'm turned on by, eh you!"

For a couple of minutes I stood there in total, dumbfounded confusion. I have been hit on lots of times in lots of places, in my dorm in school, in bars, and even in fitting rooms, but never in my office. I can't say I didn't really see this coming: I suspected that she wanted me. But this was the wrong time and definitely the wrong place. Her arrogance in approaching me in my own office just pissed me off. I couldn't let her get away with such forwardness, could I?

I told her that I thought she was full of shit; that she wouldn't know how to please another woman even if given the chance and that she had a hell of a lot of nerve assuming I would even give a fuck about her "desires." She began to sob softly and begged for forgiveness. She pleaded for an opportunity to prove her sincerity. I commanded her to strip completely nude and lie down on the examining table placing her heels in the stirrups. She complied as I locked my door.

Janet was indeed a very tasty cunt: her pert tits was very firm and capped by dark hardened nipples. She had a very trim bush of fine blond tufts and her cunt lips were full and inviting. I took some adhesive tape from my desk and bonded her ankles into the stirrups after forcing her to slide down, opening her legs and her pussy wide open. The aroma of her sweet pussy made mine lubricate profusely. I approached her writhing body with a combination of attraction and repulsion. I wanted to make her come with a vengeance.

I donned my white lab coat and put on a pair of latex gloves, snapping them sharply as I pulled them up tight. With brutal contempt for her, I placed two, three and finally the full width of my fist deep within her cunthole. She gasped as I pluged her pussy with my hand. I could feel her womb contract and writhe with each deep stroke into her huge cunthole. I was amazed at how large her pussy really was.

"My God, no wonder your boyfriend couldn't satisfy you with his dick, you havequite some cunt Janet!"

"Oh yes Mistress Annie, I know my pussy is very large. I'm sorry it doesn't please you"

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"But on the contrary Janet, it does please me, and so I'm going to please you darling.", I leered at her in a threatening tone that must have sent chills down her spine.

I turned away from my helpless captive and began to search for the perfect object with which to pleasure my slutty receptionist. I was at a loss for a bit until the perfect gadget came to me; the object of my daily frustrations would be Janet's saviour.

Turning my back to her, I lifted my phone from it's cradle and disconnected the handset. I approached Janet with it concealed behind my back. I told Janet to close her eyes and concentrate deeply on her steamy pussy and how badly it needed to be filled. I draped her eyes with a few towels and walked over to the counter where the supplies are kept. Removing a tube of water soluble lubricant from the cabinet, I coated the handset with a generous veneer of the slimy substance; it was very slippery and very difficult hold on to.

I returned to my helpless victim and lightly massaged her engorged clit, heightening her frenzy even further. With no warning, I thrusted the phone deep within the lips of her hungry pussy. She let out a sharp scream and I couldn't tell if it was from pleasure, or pain, or a bit of both. She heaved her narrow hips, rising and falling back, fucking herself in time to the deep relentless piston-like plunging. In no time at all, she came with a flood of hot pussy juice emanating from her swollen pleasured labia.

I released Janet from her stirups; she got up and dressed herself without speaking as much as one word. I think she was still in a state of shock. I know her cunt was throbbing after the workout it receieved! Nonchalantly, I wiped off the drenched phone and replaced it in it's handset. I removed my gloves and placed my lab coat back in the closet. Janet finished buttoning her blouse, and literally stumbled out of my office, weakened but satisfied.

The following day, Janet resigned, and frankly I was relieved. Not that I didn't enjoy our little tryst, but nonetheless, it would have been very difficult to work with her after having had her so completely. I still work at the clinic and deal with the morons on the phone, but now when things get too heavy, I close my eyes and think about Janet: sometimes I even detect fainttraces of her musky scent on my phone, and I smile.