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                             A Nurse for Monica
   
   
           As  I  dialed the phone I wished I had been able to call Donna 
   earlier  in  the  day.   There  was  no gaurantee that she would be at 
   home,  and  if  not  my  plans  for  the  rest of the evening would be 
   foiled.   I was soon smiling, however, as Donna's sweet voice answered 
   the phone.
        "Hello."
        "Donna, how are you this evening?"
         "MASTER!!,  what a pleasant surprise!  I'm fine thank you! Ohhh, 
   how glad I am you've called!  I've thought about you all day!"
        "Good girl!", I replied with a smile.  "Are you busy tonight?"
        "No!  I'm never busy when you want me, MASTER!"
         "I'm  glad to hear that.  I've been wanting you to meet my wife, 
   Monica,  and  I  was  hoping  you  would  come over tonight and let me 
   introduce you to her."
        "Does your wife know about me, MASTER?"
         "Not yet, Donna, and thats one thing which will make the evening 
   so  special.   I  want you to wear your nurse's outfit if you will and 
   I'll  be  expecting  you  to  play along with me in a very special way 
   with Monica."
          "You know I'll do ANYTHING you want me to do, MASTER, just tell 
   me how you want to use me."
           As  I  told  Donna  of  my plans for the rest of the evening I 
   could  tell  that  she  was becoming very excited and stopped short of 
   telling  her  all  the  details simply because I feared she might come 
   just  from hearing me talk about it.  I gave her enough information to 
   get  us  started,  and I knew that everything would fall into place as 
   the evening wore on.
           I  let  Monica  sleep  while  I  straightened up the house and 
   prepared  for  Donna's arrival.  About fifteen minutes before the time 
   I  had told Donna to come, I woke Monica and spoke to her gently about 
   the rest of the evening.
         "Monica,  you've  had  quite  a  full day.  Its been a bit of an 
   unusual  day for you, and I'm concerned that you may have been injured 
   in  some  way  by  all those rough men.  I've made arrangements for my 
   doctor's  nurse  to  come over and check you, just to make sure you're 
   alright."
         "Oh,  but  MASTER,  I've  never felt better!  I loved everything 
   that  happened to me today, I'm sure there isn't anything at all wrong 
   with me."
        "Still,  I will feel much better if we have the nurse look at you 
   and  give  us  her opinion.  Get up now, and fix your hair and put the 
   little  white  slip  on that we bought for you last week and the white 
   high heels, she'll be here shortly."
         "Shouldn't  I  put  on  a  robe?",  Monica  asked  with a rather 
   embarrased look on her face.
         "No,  just  the  slip  and  the high heels will be sufficient" I 
   replied.  "When you're ready come on in the living room."
         Before  Monica  could  prepare  herself  the doorbell rang and I 
   opened  it  to  greet  Donna.   She  looked  just  as  lovely as I had 
   remembered  her,  and  was  dressed in  another white skirt and blouse  
   just like the ones she had worn the other day in the doctor's office.
         "Hi  Donna,  come  right in, Monica will be joining us in just a 
   moment."
         "Its  nice  to  see you again, sir" Donna replied, and I led her 
   into  the  living  room  offering  her  a seat on the loveseat.  I sat 
   beside  her  and  we  exchanged  small talk for a moment or two before 
   Monica entered the room. Rising, I introduced the two women.
         "Donna,  this  is my wife, Monica.  Monica, Donna is my doctor's 
   nurse  that  I  told  you  about.   We  certainly do appreciate you're 
   coming  over to check Monica, Donna.  I love her very much and want to 
   be sure that she's ok."
         Monica  greeted Donna with a warm but slightly embarrased smile.  
   I  knew  that she felt a bit uncomfortable about wearing just the slip 
   and  high heels, but I loved the way she looked, and I knew that Donna 
   did  too.  I sat back on the loveseat next to Donna leaving Monica the 
   chair across from us.
         "He's  really  being  overprotective of me, Donna, I really feel 
   just fine."
         "Well,  you  have  had  quite an experience today Monica and its 
   important that you be checked out" I told her with a smile.
         Turning  to  Donna  I  began  to  explain  what  Monica had been 
   through.   "You  see Donna, Monica called me from work today and asked 
   me to come home because she needed to have sex...."
         Monica interrupted my explanation.  "Its not really necessary to 
   tell Donna EVERYTHING, is it dear?"
         I  looked  at  her  and  smiled  and said, "Yes, Monica, it is."  
   Turning  back to Donna once more I continued, "When I got home I found 
   that  Monica  was very sexually excited and decided we should go for a 
   ride  in  the  car.   But as we were riding along in the car, she kept 
   playing  with  herself  and  the  truck  drivers  we  passed along the 
   way..."
         "Really, I don't think we need to tell Donna all of this..."
          This  time I interrupted Monica's interruption.  "Donna, please 
   excuse  us for a moment, I need to talk to Monica alone."   I motioned 
   for  Monica  to  walk  ahead  of  me into the bedroom.  Once there she 
   opened  her  mouth  to  speak  but  the  look  in my eyes stopped her.  
   "Monica,  you're  embarrasing  me in front of our guest.  She has been 
   kind  enough  to  come  to our home tonight to reassure me that you're 
   alright,  and I will decide what she is to be told, not you.   But its 
   obvious  that  you need to be reminded of who you are and who I am, so 
   assume the "lap position" for your punishment."
         Monica  was  fully  aware that Donna would now not only hear the 
   full  story of her afternoon, but was also going to hear her receiving 
   a  spanking  from me, and without another sound laid herself across my 
   lap.    Sliding  the  slip  up over her lovely ass cheeks I gave her a 
   good  spanking,  making  sure  that  the sound of my hand slapping her 
   well  fucked  ass could be heard plainly in the living room.  Monica's 
   cries  could  also  be  heard plainly.  I could only guess what Monica 
   thought  Donna's  reaction  to this would be, but I knew for sure what 
   was  happening  in  the living room.  I knew that Donna would have her 
   hand  up  under  that white dress and that at least two of her fingers 
   would smell like cunt juice when we returned.
         Just  to  make  sure that we were not interrupted again, I bound 
   Monica's  wrists  behind  her  head and taking the shiny white panties 
   she  had  worn  earlier  in  the  day  from  the pile of dirty clothes  
   stuffed them in her mouth to serve as a gag.
         Leading  her  back into the living room I then guided her to the 
   corner  of the room and making her face the wall with her back to us I 
   sat back down beside Donna to finish my explanation.
         "Now,  where was I?  Oh, yes, you see Monica allowed those truck 
   drivers  to watch her masturbate as we rode along, and when we stopped 
   at  a  rest  stop, the car had hardly stopped before she jumped out of 
   the  car  and, motioning for them to join her, took on a whole gang of 
   them  in  the  men's room." I was purposely avoiding any references to 
   my  part in the afternoon's activities because I knew it would be even 
   more humiliating for Monica the way I was telling it to Donna.  
        "Oh, my!" moaned Donna in mock alarm, "how many men were there?"
         "Well, I saw 9 men enter the restroom, but I think there were 11 
   who  left  just  before she did.  I think there were a couple of black 
   maintenance  men in there already.  I assume that they fucked her too, 
   although I haven't asked."
        "You mean they all raped her?" Donna asked.
         "Well,  raped  is  hardly  the word, Donna.  You see Monica is a 
   slut  and loves cocks and the taste of hot cum.  She loves to fuck and 
   so  it  really  wasn't  a matter of rape.  When I brought her home and 
   checked  her  I  found  cum in all her holes, so I thought it would be 
   best if you examined her."
         "Yes,  I  can certainly understand your concern," Donna replied.  
   "I  wish  we could do this at the office, however, the examining table 
   would be most helpful with this type of examination."
         "Well,  we  can certainly improvise," I told her.  "Why don't we 
   place her on the kitchen table and I'll hold her legs up for you."
         Monica  had stood in the corner listening to Donna and I talking 
   about  her  and  the  sluttish  afternoon  she had experienced, and in 
   spite  of  everything had found herself becoming more and more excited 
   with  every  word.   Rising  and  guiding  Monica  with my hand on her 
   waist,  I  led  her into the kitchen and watched as she obediently sat 
   on  the table edge and laid back on the table.  I watched with delight 
   as  Donna  slid  Monica's  slip  up  until  it  was bunched around her 
   shoulders  and  neck.  I slid Monica's body down toward the end of the 
   table  until  her  ass  was  positioned  just at the edge, and letting 
   Donna  sit  in  the chair directly in front of Monica's bottom, lifted 
   her  legs,  spreading  them  open giving Donna full access to Monica's 
   cunt and asshole.
          Having  followed  my  instructions  to  the  letter,  Donna had 
   brought  a  bag  full  of  instruments  with  her, and opening the bag 
   prepared to examine Monica's holes.
         "She is dripping wet, does she usually get this excited when she 
   is examined?" Donna asked.
         "Well, I'm not usually there when her doctor looks at her holes, 
   Donna,  but  I  would  think  so,  her doctor is a handsome man and it 
   takes  very little to make Monica wet.  Of course she does enjoy being 
   bound  and  gagged, and the fact that you're another woman no doubt is 
   having an effect on her as well."
         "I  see,"  Donna replied, "well, she does have a very attractive 
   pussy.   And  her  asshole doesn't look as if its a stranger to having 
   things  placed  in  it.  The way her hair is trimmed to leave her lips 
   slick,  but  still  provide  a little patch of hair at the top is cute 
   too, was that your idea, or hers?"
         "Mine,  of course," I explained.  "I saw a pussy like that in an 
   x-rated  film once and decided that I would like for Monica's pussy to 
   look like that."
         "I'm going to have to soak up some of this juice before I can do 
   the  examination  properly.   I've  never  seen anyone so wet before."  
   Having  said that, she reached in the bag and took out several tissues 
   and  began  wiping  the  cunt  juice  from  Monica's  slit and ass.  I 
   noticed  that  she  was  careful to stroke Monica's clit each time she 
   made  a swipe with the tissues.  Looking up at Monica's face I saw her 
   eyes  opened  wide  and  smiled at the way she was holding her head up 
   off  the  table,  wishing  that  she  could have a better view of what 
   Donna was doing to her.
         "There, thats some better, but I think I'd better hurry with the 
   examination, she seems to be lubricating very quickly."
         Donna  took  out  an instrument which I was unfamiliar with, but 
   which  I  soon  learned  was used to look deep into a vagina.  Sliding 
   the  end  of it into Monica's wet cunt, she showed me the very back of 
   Monica's  vagina.  We could see her cervix easily and the walls of the 
   back of her cunt.
         "Well,  its obvious that her cervix has been bumped into lots of 
   times  in  her  life,  but I don't see any damage to it.  Actually the 
   vagina  and  womb  are  very  resilient parts of the body and can take 
   quite alot.  Does she enjoy having her cervix stimulated?"
         I  had to admit to Donna that I wasn't sure, but that I was sure 
   she  would  enjoy  it.   Donna  explained that many women did enjoy it 
   when  their  cervix  was  stroked  with  fingertips but that not every 
   woman  had  learned to accept enough of a hand inside her to allow for 
   that.
         "I've  been  wanting  to  help her learn to accept a hand in her 
   pussy.   Do  you  think  her cunt lips are elastic enough to allow for 
   that without any damage?"
        "Oh,  without  a  doubt they are.  Most women can do that without 
   any problem...babies come out there, you know."
         We  both chuckled and Donna removed the instrument from Monica's 
   vagina  and  made  some adjustments to it in preperation for inserting 
   it  in  her asshole.  Laying it temporarily aside, she said, "Normally 
   a  lubricant  such  as  KY  jelly would be used on this instrument for 
   anal  insertion.  But she is lubricating so nicely that I think we can 
   use  her  own  juices  for  that  purpose."  Reaching forward with her 
   fingers  she  inserted  three of them quickly and deeply into Monica's 
   cunt  moving  them  around  and in and out gently, letting the copious 
   juice  cover  her  fingers.  Monica began to hunch her hips in the air 
   at the touch of Donna's slim fingers inside her.
         "Oh  my,"  Donna  exclaimed,  "I'm  exciting her when I do that.  
   Look at her hips move!"
         Monica  obviously wanted to say something in response, but could 
   only  grunt,  and  as  she grunted her hips seemed to buck even higher 
   off the table.
         Ignoring  the hunching of Monica's hips, Donna removed the three 
   fingers,  eliciting  a  disapointed moan from Monica, and began to rub 
   the  juices  on  the  shaft  of the instrument.  Having coated it with 
   Monica's  fuck juice, she pressed the end to Monica's anus and slid it 
   in gently.
         "Yes,  she  is  obviously accustomed to having things put in her 
   anus.   Look  how  much  of  the  instrument  I can insert without any 
   resistance at all."
         "I've been training her to accept things in her ass, Donna.  She 
   sleeps  with  a dildo in her asshole every night now and seems to love 
   it."
         "My,  my,"  exclaimed  Donna.   "You do have quite a horny young 
   wife here, don't you?"
         I  smiled  at Monica and replied to Donna, "Yes, I certainly do, 
   Donna.   I bet she's especially horny now, aren't you Monica?"
        Donna and I both watched as Monica nodded her head vehemently and 
   began  hunching  her ass on the instrument which Donna had inserted in 
   it.   Donna  left the instrument in her ass and we both watched Monica 
   fuck  her  ass  against  it  for  a very long time, commenting to each 
   other about how eager she was and how hot and horny she seemed to be.
         "She  just stays running wet!  I know I've continually commented 
   on  it, but I just can't get over how wet she gets."  Having said that 
   Donna  leaned  forward  and  licked  at Monica's slit with her tongue, 
   gathering  a  large  amount  which  she then swirled around inside her 
   mouth with obvious delight.
         "She really tastes wonderful as well!" Donna exclaimed, lowering 
   her mouth back to Monica's pussy for more of the glistening juice.
         By  this  point Monica was beside herself with passion.  To have 
   the  attractive  young nurse licking her cunt and fucking her ass with 
   the  hard  instrument  was  more  than she could stand.  Her hips were 
   thrusting  wildly  up  into the air and her head was rolling from side 
   to  side.   Moans of delight and passion were seeping through the cunt 
   juice  filled crotch of the dirty panties in her mouth.  Concentrating 
   on  her clit, Donna sucked and nibbled at it with her experienced lips 
   until  with  one huge thrust of her hips Monica's climax began.  I had 
   all  I could handle trying to hold her legs still as she came, and the 
   air  was filled with grunting noises as the passion washed through her 
   body.   Finally  her  moans  and  movements  subsided and she lay limp 
   before  us.   Things  were  going  nicely already, and the evening had 
   just begun.
