The KINKY Collection: Three Sexy Stories in one Volume!

by Poppy Romero

  The KINKY Collection

  By Poppy Romero

  Copyright © 2015 Poppy Romero

  Kindle Edition

  The following is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences only. All characters depicted are eighteen years or older. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Playing Nurse

  Raunchy Rednecks

  The Billionaire's Hooker

  Playing Nurse

  Goodbyes can be a hard thing, but if it's the right kind of hard... well, then they're not so much a goodbye as a going-away present.!

  Take the free clinic I worked at over the summer a few years back. I was working on my nursing qualification, and everyone there was nice enough, if a little catty behind each other's backs.

  I guess that was to be expected when you're working in close quarters with the whole town's dirty secrets. Like the nasty rash the pastor's wife and mechanic both kept getting, or how Mrs Ellis has blue eyes and so does her husband, but their baby girl has chestnut brown eyes like Mr Jones.

  Gossip and snide judgements were every bit a part of the lunchtime routine for the office girls as the various pies and home-bakes they'd proudly unveil to each other. Maybe it was because I was never a part of it that they started to edge me out. Maybe because I was younger and prettier, maybe it was because I was only there over the summer. I never really tried to join in though, so I ended up getting all the crappy jobs and the clean-up duties after work.

  But I had company staying late, and his name was Doc Stone.

  First time we met was at the clinic introduction, and I spent most of the meeting glancing across at him, watching the way his face moved. When they were giving a brief on something serious, he'd twitch this muscle in his jaw, frowning and looking deadly serious. But when it was a light hearted announcement his face would mellow, and you could appreciate the kindness and humour in his eyes. He was older, but just enough he was starting to get a character line or two and a tint of silver in his dark, cropped hair.

  The first time I got paired with him, we hit it off fairly fast, to the point that the administrator started to get complaints about how flirtatious our in-clinic banter was becoming. So we had to rein it in, and we got less and less shifts together, catching up only during the occasional break, or whenever we were both staying late in the evenings. The spark was still there, but the opportunity no longer was, not with all eyes on us and the rumor mill working overtime.

  So we got to the end of the summer, and I was working late one evening. I'd finished the filing and the cleaning, and since I thought there was nobody else around, I got changed for my date in the middle of the office.

  To be fair, we did have ladies bathrooms I should have been using, but I was in a hurry and was pretty sure I was alone. The waiting room was closed and the shutters were down, so I felt safe enough as I started to strip down.

  I'd just completely forgotten the doc was in that night.

  I was halfway out of my scrubs when I saw him stood in the doorway. I shrieked, trying to cover myself up. Bless him, he seemed about twice as embarrassed as I was. He went beet red, holding his folder up in front of his face and making his excuses about needing a file.

  Now it could have gone one of two ways. I could have played coy, or shooed him out, or given him a dressing down. But I have this reflex to flirt and joke when I get nervous, and it kicked in big-time in front of him.

  I cocked my hip and looked at him playfully. “See anything you like?”

  “Oh... I'm sorry, Poppy.”

  I gave him my sweetest smile and pulled my dress up over my hips. “First time you ever saw a girl undressed, doc?”

  It seemed to work to break the tension, since he laughed and leaned against the door frame.

  “Well, I usually have their charts in my hand before I see that much.”

  “Oh trust me doc, you ain't seen much. Not relatively speaking.” After all, I still had my underwear on.

  I turned my back on him to zip myself up. “Gimme a hand here?”

  He hesitated for a moment, then walked over to where I stood leaning against the desk, hip cocked to one side. I guess he must have had a good view of my curves on the way over, since he seemed to appreciate what he saw.

  He pulled the zip upward, lightly brushing the back of his index finger up the center of my spine and sending a shiver right through me. Just the lightest touch from him seemed electric, and him having walked in on me while I was so exposed wasn't helping at all.

  Before now, it had just been flirting, but then he'd never actually touched me before, and it was electric. I turned and looked up at him. For half a heartbeat he was staring straight down at my cleavage, before flicking up to meet my eyes.

  There was a second's loaded silence before he cleared his throat.

  “Well, good luck on your date, Poppy.” He smiled. “He's a lucky man. ”

  “Luck ain't got anything to do with it doc. All a guy's gotta do is ask.”

  He grinned, taking a step back toward the door. “I'll bear that in mind.”

  I spent the next ten minutes getting ready and thinking about the doc's dark hair, his temples peppered with the faintest tint of grey hair. His pale grey eyes scanning my body, and the lingerie I'd worn in case I got lucky.

  As I sat there applying eye-liner and dressing myself up for the date, I imagined instead I was preparing myself for him. Making myself look my sexiest so he'd look at me in that way again – not as the general lackey everyone else saw, but as the woman he was almost hungrily staring down.

  In the end, I got myself so worked up while I was stood outside waiting for the bus that I turned around and went back into the clinic, my heart pounding with excitement.

  I didn't want to go sit in what passed for a fancy restaurant round here and make nice with second best, when the opportunity I'd been waiting for was back inside that clinic. I headed back into the waiting room using the spare key, and checked the coast was clear.

  The doc was still in his exam room, so I snuck into the office through the side door. There was an old locker in the corner that had something I thought might help things along a little.

  A few minutes later, the exam room door opened and the doc headed into the men's room. The second the door closed, I darted into the exam room.

  When the doc came back in, he almost did a spit take. There I was, sat on the exam chair, legs crossed, a pair of scarlet heels over white hold-ups that ran all the way up to my uniform. The uniform.

  I'd found it about a week ago while cleaning the old stores out back. Most nurses nowadays have to wear these ratty old scrubs, but this must have been lying around since the fifties. It was a real classic nurse's uniform with the white smock and a nice, low neckline. I'd put it to one side, figuring I could sneak it out and make good use of it when I needed to blow off steam back at med school, but it looked like I might get to play doctors and nurses a little sooner than I'd been expecting.

  I looked up from the chart I was holding, and shot the doc my best innocent look. “Say Doc,” I cooed, “I was wonderin’ about the birds and the bees. I was thinking maybe you could help me with a li
l' research?”

  Dr Stone stared blankly for a few seconds, then grinned at me. I guess I wasn't the only one who'd had hopes for a decent send-off.

  “Poppy, you know this kind of conduct is unbecoming of an upstanding girl like you.”

  I gulped, and leaned back on the exam bench slightly, letting the top strain against my cleavage as it pushed forward. My legs were crossed, but I guess the uniform was short enough he could see the tops of my hold-ups – maybe even higher.

  “Oh but I ain’t upstanding, Doc. Unlike... you.” My eyes wandered south, to where I could see a bulge starting to form under his coat.

  “Now Nurse Romero, is that any way to behave?”

  “It’s the only way to behave.” I grinned at him, uncrossing my legs.

  As I did, he must have caught a glimpse under my skirt and noticed there was no underwear in the way this time, just the briefest flash of my exposed flesh. The lingerie had already done its work reeling him in, and I felt a thrill pass between my thighs at the thought of exposing myself to him like this.

  He sighed and sat down next to me, putting a hand on my thigh. His hand was warm, his fingertips resting against the hem of the uniform. With his thumbnail he circled the delicate skin of my inner thigh, sending shivers of excitement through me.

  He smiled, looking up at me. “Well, there are a few things I could help you with.”

  I flushed and played relieved. “Oh please do Doc! I'd be ever so grateful...”

  He shook his head, laughing. “First of all, we’ll need to examine you.” He said, leaning forward. “See what we’re working with.”

  I could get with that. I sat back on my elbows and the good doc leaned over me, slowly undoing the buttons at the neck of the uniform.

  “Just need to check your pulse.” He said, slipping his hand into the top of my uniform. “How long have you had these symptoms?”

  “Mmm… Since I met this older guy at work.” I arched my back, feeling a rush of excitement as his fingertip brushed against my nipple. “He’s real bad doc. Maybe I caught this kind of behaviour from him?”

  He raised his eyebrows, and slipped his fingers onto either side of my nipple, gently rubbing them together. As he lightly pinched and toyed with the hardening nub, he glanced up. “Does he do things like this to you?”

  I bit my lip. “I never let him before, but I guess I would, if he made a move on me.”

  He nodded, transfixed by the stiff pink teat between his fingertips. “And how far do you think you might go with him?”

  I shrugged. “I don't know doc. I don't know much about that sort of thing.” I shot him my best dirty look, and cooed “I was hoping you might be able to give me a few ideas.”

  “I see.” He breathed, his hand stroking around the sensitive skin under my breast. “Have you done anything with him so far?” He asked, looking up at me.

  “Nothing so far. Although I do get these thoughts, doc.”

  He nodded, lowering his head to my breast. “What kind of thoughts?”

  I flushed and bit my lip as his warm breath heated the goosebumps on my breasts. “All kinds of thoughts...”

  His mouth closed around my nipple, teasing the tip of my breast with his tongue. “Describe them to me.”

  I closed my eyes and groaned, my arousal deepening as he drew the fantasy from me. “He uh... he unzips himself. In front of me. And it sticks out in front of him.”

  He took his mouth off my nipple, a string of saliva stretching from the tip to his lips. He looked up at me.

  “His penis?”

  I nodded, feeling a thrill pass through me. “His penis. I feel hot and excited when I think about him standing there with it out. And also, I think about... I think about putting it inside me.”

  “And is that all?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “No... Sometimes I think about him putting it in my mouth.” I bit my lip and looked up at him. “Is that naughty?”

  He nodded, and stood, putting his hand on my thigh reassuringly. His thumb resumed its earlier stroking, but the warm-up he'd given my nipple made it ten times worse. What had started as an exercise in flirtation had turned unexpectedly hot, and fast.

  He sighed, shaking his head. “Well, I’m afraid it looks like you are insatiable. You know they used to call this condition of yours ‘hysteria’ back in the old days?”

  I pretended to be shocked. “Hysteria? But what’s the cure?”

  He slowly drew a finger up my leg, his nail sliding over the fabric of the stocking. I closed my eyes, trying to fight back the urgent need rising inside me. “There are a few... techniques we could try.” His hand continued to trace lines up and down my inner thigh. “Would you like me to help you with these thoughts you've been having?”

  “I think I'd like that doc.” His finger crept slightly higher each time, and each time it got closer between my legs I could feel the anticipation and sensitivity between my legs go up a gear. “I can feel myself getting... hysterical right now.”

  He cocked his head. “Would you like me to check for you?”

  “Mmmh... Please do.”

  His fingers traced a line up my thighs and over the skirt of the uniform. I bit my lip and watched as he undid the last few buttons, and casually flipped the uniform open.

  Doc Stone's eyebrows raised as his gaze ran up my thighs and over my stomach, admiring the unbroken expanse of smooth, pale flesh. He could see now that I hadn't been wearing any underwear, and a dirty grin broke across his face.

  “Do you often go without wearing any underwear, nurse Romero?”

  “Only on the bad days, doc. When I'm feeling really... hysterical. I kind of hope that I'll go and fetch something from the drawers for you, and you'll see how bad my condition is.”

  “In front of the patients? What would the administrator say?”

  “Fuck him.” I moaned, “Fuck the patients. I don't care who else sees. I just want to know you've seen me. I need you to see it, when I'm in that condition.”

  He nodded, drawing a finger slowly down the skin of my stomach, making me ache with the need for him to touch me. “And how would you describe your condition right now?”

  I blushed and shifted my hips, feeling the fabric of the uniform sliding gently around my hips. “I'm wet. My body feels sensitive, hot all over. Everything feels good. Your hand feels real good, stroking me like that.”

  He nodded, a wicked smile cracking in the corners of his mouth. “And if I try... this?”

  I arched my back and moaned as his thumb began to stroke in delicate circles over my clit. I'd managed to get myself so worked up just from the teasing and squirming that I was already slick with arousal, and his hand slid across the sensitive nub with an explosion of pleasure. I gasped, as he gently began massaging in light circles, sending jolts of ecstasy through me.

  “Does this help?”

  “Mmmh... It feels real good, but I think you're just making things worse. I think I might need a different kinda treatment.”

  He nodded, and placed his hands on my thighs, parting them.

  “I agree. Let's go back to these thoughts you were having earlier. You said you imagined my penis?”

  I nodded my head, and bit my lip as he started unzipping his flies.

  “Did it look like this?”

  To be honest, it did not, because his was bigger than I'd really imagined. I'd been going by my experiences from past boyfriends and internet porn, but in the flesh in front of me, his just looked more meaty and solid, thicker than most of my past experiences. I stared hungrily.

  “Kinda like that.” I looked up, playing the innocent. “Could I touch it?”

  “Of course, Nurse Romero. I'm here to help, after all.”

  I scooched up on one elbow and reached out to take it in my hand. Obviously our role-play so far had gotten to him, since he was already stiff as a board. He pulsed with excitement as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft.

  “It feels good,” I giggled, “Bett
er than I imagined. How does it feel for you doc?”

  “Better than I imagined as well.”

  I gasped, feigning shock. “Have you been thinking about me too?”

  “What healthy man wouldn't? Having you parade around in front of me, flirting like that, I've been imagining all kinds of things.”

  I groaned with pleasure, kneading his cock in my hand and running my thumb up and down its rigid length. “Like me doing this?”

  He moved closer so he was standing between my open thighs. I swear I could feel the heat radiating off his cock as it got nearer to my bare skin. “Most of the time I've been fantasizing about you, it's situations like this. We're staying late, you ask me to take a look at something, I end up getting you turned on... very much similar to where we are now.”

  I looked up at him. “And where does it go from there?”

  He grinned, and pressed his cock against my wet slit.

  Feeling the heat of his rock-hard length against me set off fireworks of pleasure between my thighs. He bit his lip as he manoeuvred his waist into position so he could grind his delicious, stiff cock against my hot, wet pussy. I moaned and writhed beneath him, keening softly.

  The slick feeling of him gently sliding gently up and down my lips was teasing me, heightening my sensation; only to send a flood of pleasure crashing through my body when he pressed himself against me.

  He was determined to tease me by drawing this out. Bastard!

  “You do use condoms though, don’t you Poppy?” He admonished with a downward glance.

  I moaned. “I usually do, but when I get insatiable like this, I don't know if I'd be able to stop myself.”

  He shook his head and tutted at me. “And you know you could get knocked up that way, right?”

  Hearing him say it sent a thrill through me. I know it's kind of kinky but having a guy come inside me, the risk of it, it all just adds to the thrill. “I know doc, I just… you don’t know how much I need it sometimes.”