His Forbidden Scarlett

Lisa

The parking lot was silent, but inside the car, my chest was heaving, my tits bouncing violently against my uniform with every deep thrust. I was pinned against the back seat window, glass cold against my skin while heat radiated between my legs. My words were reduced to short, broken gasps.

"Yes! ...fuck, right there, oh god... just like that baby... don't slow down!"

"Faster... harder... don't stop!" I screamed.

I’m Lisa, a twenty-two-year-old nurse working at the community hospital, but if you ask around the breakroom, I’m the girl everyone calls "The Hands-On Nurse." They think I’m a total slut, a whore who can’t keep her legs closed. I didn't give a fuck what they thought. I’m doing the Lord’s work, and patients need more than just pills and shots. A dripping, eager pussy is the best prescription for pain.

"Fred or Frank, I don't know his name," I muttered between moans, "I don't pay attention to charts, only dick size." The guy had his hands buried in my hair, pulling my head back painfully so he could lick my throat while he pounded into me so fast I was seeing stars.

"Ahh fuck! Yeah... oh yeah... like that baby, fuck!" I moaned, my voice rising.

"Who’s my dirty little nurse, hmm?" he whispered hot into my ear.

"I am, daddy... I am. Spank your dirty little nurse."

Smack! That sound alone was enough to make my pussy clench. "Yes!... oh yes... fuck!"

"You want me to spank you more... huh?" he teased, his fingers already circling my swollen clit. "Well then say it. Call me daddy."

His eyes darkened, filled with raw lust. "Spank me, daddy... Spank me hard, daddy!" I roared, and I knew the sound carried. The tinted windows blocked them, but the moans were definitely escaping.

Smack! Smack! Smack! He spanked me while driving into me hard, fast, ruthless. Each thrust made my face slap against the glass. My eyes rolled back, vision blurring as he hit my G-spot again and again.

"Ahh fuck!! Yes..... fuck yes..." I was babbling, lost in the sensation. "Fuck."

"Keep your voice down, Lisa," he whispered, though he didn't actually care. He kept that perfect rhythm, hammering into me. "Let... them... fuck... let them hear," I shot back, arching my back to take him even deeper. The thought of someone walking by, hearing me getting fucked, turned me on so much my skin flushed.

He groaned, his grip tightening on my hips. He was right there, hitting that spot perfectly, and I was seconds away from exploding.

"Oohhhh ohhh ohhh my god yes... yes...yes...yes... I’m... oh yesss...ahhhh ohhh."

I had my eyes shut, one hand gripping the glass, the other clawing at the leather seat. The waves of orgasm were building.

Bang!

The car door on my side swung open, and I almost lost my balance. Fred froze immediately, his hips buried deep inside me, but I was too distracted by the tall, dark, massive man standing there.

He froze too. My tits were flying around, my uniform hiked up, me crouched over him like a needy bitch. But god, look at him. He was fine as hell, a hulk of a man.

He stared at me for a long time, his eyes roving over every inch of my bare body, taking in my flushed skin, my messy hair, the way I was panting. And knowing he was looking at me like that? That made me even wetter.

"Hi," I said breathlessly, trying to get my bearings.

He shook himself. "I'm sorry. I thought someone was having a heart attack," he said quickly, then slammed the door shut.

Fine, whatever. For a second, I forgot about Fred and the car. I just wanted him. I wanted him right there.

Fred, on the other hand, didn't seem phased. He just wanted my attention. He instantly grabbed my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipples roughly while he dove back into me.

"You're mine and only mine," he rasped, his voice thick with impending release. But my mind was drifting.

Fred grabbed my neck, pulling me back to the moment, and started slapping my breasts. "Oh fuck. Yes," I moaned, completely back in the heat of it.

He slapped my tits hard until they turned a bright red, then squeezed them while pounding into me even deeper, twice as fast.

"Yes... Oh yes... yesss, oh lord... yes," I panted, barely able to breathe. My eyes rolled back so hard I thought I saw the ceiling.

"Dirty nurse... Slutty hoe... cum for me baby," Fred whispered, his fingers going back to torment my clit.

I was losing it. It felt like a volcano about to erupt. I was so close.

Bang!

"Again?" I looked up, and it was him again. But this time, he didn't open the door on my side. He opened the driver's door, slid into the driver's seat, and slammed it shut.

"What the fuck do you want?!" I screamed, frustrated that he was interrupting my orgasm.

He looked at me through the rearview mirror. "Look lady, I don't know you and I don't care what the fuck y'all are doing back there, but I have a meeting in thirty minutes and I have to go home to pick up my files."

"What the hell has that got to do with me?" I was furious. Fred had already pulled out and was scrambling to get his pants on. I didn't care that he could see me naked but if he wanted to join, he should have just said so.

"Floyd, you don't have anything to say?" the man asked, turning to look at Fred.

"Sorry, man. We'll clean up quick," Fred said.

So that was his name: Floyd. And from the look of things, that wasn't even his car.

This wasn't good. I should be dressing up, but somewhere between the sexual starvation, I couldn't move. I stared at him, from his fully dressed form back to his eyes in the mirror. They were glued to my chest, not looking away.

Right then, I knew instantly. I was going to have him. Sooner or later.

I picked up my g-string and slid it back on, then pulled my tits back into my uniform and zipped it up, all the while staring at the mirror, waiting for his eyes to meet mine. They didn't. I pulled my uniform down, fixed my hair, and climbed out of the car.

They zoomed off instantly. Together. Who the hell was that man? The question sat heavily in my chest. I was still pulsing from the unsatisfied pleasure, but unfortunately, nothing could be done.

I looked down at my watch. 12:50. Lunch break would be over in ten minutes. "Just right."

A few minutes later, I was sitting at my desk going through Floyd's file. "So that was his name after all." He’d come in a couple of times before, and we’d hooked up after his third cardiology visit.

"I really needed that," I whispered to myself. "This was better than the doctor." He usually joked around, but again…Lord's work.

We'd hooked up a couple of times, but something about today felt different. I think it was because when he got rough, I was imagining the other guy. The tall, dark, bulky hulk with the body that would destroy me.

"Lisa," Evelyn snapped me back to reality. "Yes, what?" I asked, still a bit out of it.

"The Head cardiologist called for an important meeting in the hall. You know his leave starts soon." She grabbed a bottle of water from my desk.

"Yes, that's true. When does it start?" I asked, packing up the files.

"In ten minutes, but it's better if we go now so we can sit in the front row." She headed for the door.

"I'll be there soon. Save me a seat." Evelyn was the only friend I had at work who didn't judge me. She was constantly checking up on me, blocking out the noise.

Walking into the hall, I had a headache. I just wanted this over with. I found Evelyn and sat beside her in the front row.

The consultant was standing on the stage, ready to speak, and my headache was getting worse.

"Good afternoon everyone," he said. "I know most of you are already tired, so I'll make this quick. I'm sure y'all are aware of my sabbatical leave that officially begins tomorrow, so I wanted to present to you the world-renowned cardiologist who would stand in for me."

"A round of applause as we invite a bona fide Fellow of the American College of Cardiology, Dr. Brian Anderson."

The hall erupted in applause. I was expecting an old professor with glasses, like all the other consultants we'd had, but the moment he walked onto the stage, my jaw dropped.

"Him?" I whispered. It was him…the guy from the parking lot.

"Do you know him?" Evelyn asked.

"No, he just doesn't look like a cardiologist," I lied. I couldn't tell her about the parking lot fuck-fest.

"Well, he does look good," Evelyn said.

"Yeah, he does," I agreed, wondering how much better he’d look without clothes on.

He started talking about stuff I couldn't focus on because I was too busy checking him out. Right then I knew this was just the beginning of a long trip.