Melissa's Bad Medicine

Melissa Stratton makes her first appearance here as the nurse no sane man should trust. She's been playing dirty with Tommy Pistol, a psych patient strapped tight to his gurney. For weeks she's teased him, laughed at him, used him for kicks while he's helpless. Tonight she sits on his face, gets off on his tongue, then peels back the sheet and sucks his cock like it's owed to her. She climbs on, rides him until she shakes, leaves him aching and locked down. What Melissa doesn't see is the key she drops. Tommy gets free. Now he's the one waiting in the dark when she steps into the changing room. He grabs her fast, shoves his cock past her protest and down her throat. She gags, but he keeps the pace until spit runs down her chin. He slams her onto the desk, fucks her so hard the legs scrape the floor. When she starts to smile through it, he only gets meaner. He ties her wrists, buries himself again, sucks her toes while he pounds. He stuffs cock and balls in her mouth until her eyes water, then flips her, fingers her deep and fast. He drops to his knees, tongue dragging from her ass to her dripping cunt, before he stands and drives back in. He finishes on her face and tits, white streaks across flushed skin. Tommy sinks to the floor, spent and bitter. Melissa just licks her lip and tells him to get back to bed. The game resets itself.