Ascension 7: A Mind Control Sisterhood Story by Harry H Hollander

Author:Harry H Hollander [Hollander, Harry H]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-03-21T00:00:00+00:00

Back at her desk, Angela had been watching Christina fuck the boy. The camera in Martin’s room provided her with a view from behind Christina, but this was not a barrier to her pleasure. She enjoyed the sight of Christina at work; enjoyed watching her sweet ass rise and fall as she rode Martin’s cock; enjoyed watching her long blonde hair bounce in time with her actions. And the microphone provided a crystal clear broadcast of Christina’s mounting excitement.

Angela fingered her pussy with growing excitement. Allowing Martin get his brains fucked out by Christina was hardly best medical practice, but it was a minor concussion. And what was life without a little risk? The risk made it hotter. Much hotter.

She circled her clit with a fingertip slick with cunt juice. Faster, faster, raising her other hand to squeeze one breast and tweak the nipple hard. Got to get there before they finish. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. She bit down on her bottom lip till it hurt. Now, come on. Now!

Just in time. Christina and her thrall finished seconds later.

She wiped her hand on a tissue and switched off the monitor. After zipping up her uniform she fanned her hands to cool her flushed cheeks.

She was shuffling papers on her desk by the time Christina appeared.

“All done?” she asked nonchalantly.

“Yes. He should be sleeping again.”

As Christina started to change back into her clothes, Angela scanned her perfect body.

“You can shower here if you like, Christina. Happy to scrub your back.”

“Thanks. I would love to, but this has been a very, very long and exhausting day. I am ready to crash.”

“No problem. I will see you tomorrow, wont I?”

Christina gave a naughty smile. “Yes. When I pick up Marty. I think I will be ready for a good back scrub then.”

They kissed.

“Goodbye then. Take care. I will just check on my patients before I leave.”

“Till tomorrow.”

After she waved Christina goodbye at the reception, she turned to Paul and ordered him to prepare a bed bath for Mr Whitehead.

She returned to her office and freshened her make-up. Standards, after all. And as she was already awake, the middle of the night was the best time to ensure a clean exit for dying patients. She had planned this for the next night, but as she was awake and in the mood, tonight would do.

By the time she reached his room, a trolley with the bathing equipment was waiting for her. She turned up the light a fraction and turned off the TV.

Lowering the bed a little, she leaned in to whisper. “Mr Whitehead … Mr Whitehead.” She could see eyeballs moving beneath his closed lids.

She repeated her gentle call a half dozen times before his eyes fluttered open.

“Hello, Keith. Nothing to worry about. Time for me to bathe you.”

She gently pulled the bedsheet down.

On his old and tired body his cock was the only part of him still full of life.

Angela unzipped her uniform, naked but for stockings and shoes. His eyes automatically fixated on her divine form.

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