18 Ultra Short Erotic Tales (8 page)

That's
strange
, she thought.
I could have
sworn I heard a voice
. She brushed it off as the wind playing tricks on her
and proceeded into the building.

"Morning
Kim," her friend Connie said. "Horrible out there isn't it?"

"Yes,
not a good day at all," replied Kim.

Connie
could see something was up and being a good friend, she asked if there was
something wrong.

"I've
still got that headache from yesterday," was the reply. "It just
won't quit."

"Perhaps
you should see someone," Connie said, looking genuinely concerned.

"God,
I wish I could fuck Kim," said a voice. Kim turned around to find one of
the patients heading towards the toilet.

"Please
don't use that kind of language in the hallways," Kimberly said, looking
angry.

"I
didn't say a word!" the patient protested.

"I
clearly heard you say, "God, I wish I could fuck Kim,'" she said.

The
patient looked stunned for a second then whispered into her ear, "I didn't
say that Kim, but I did think it."

Kimberly
looked at him, seeing that he looked serious; she turned to Connie asking
whether she had heard his remark.

"No,
he didn't say anything," her friend said with a worried look on her face.
"Are you sure you're well enough to be here Kim?"

"Apart
from this confounded headache I'm fine," she replied.

Kimberly
went about her duties that morning without any more strange occurrences. At lunch
she sat on her own thinking about the flat she had just moved into, wondering
when she would find the time to decorate it. She had just finished her lunch
when the pain from her headache started to get worse, the next thing she knew
was blackness as she passed out.

When
she awoke, she found herself in one of the private offices the doctors used for
telling the patients what was about to happen to them once they were admitted
to the hospital. She could hear voices in the adjacent room and called out for
help.

Doctor
Peterson popped his head around the corner. "Oh, so your back with us are
you? You gave us quite a scare," he said, picking up her wrist to check
her pulse.

"What
happened?" was all she could say.

"It
seems you passed out, my dear, but you seem fine now. Connie told me that
you've been suffering from headaches for three days. Is that true?" he
said.

"Yes,
I have. The painkillers haven't been working."

"Well,
have a rest for a while. If you feel better, go back to work in your own time;
if not I suggest you go home early, drink plenty of fluids, and get some
rest," he then turned and left the room.

Kimberly
had only just noticed that her headache had gone. Getting to her feet, she
walked around the room a bit to check if she was still all right, and then
decided to go back to work. Her first round that evening would be the private
wards. She always enjoyed doing the rounds because she felt she was
contributing to the patient's welfare and because she met some genuinely
interesting people.

Her
first stop was Mr. Clarke who'd had a car accident and might never walk again.
She entered his room to find he was still strapped upside down in a specially
made bed. He'd just had a delicate operation, and had to be kept confined in
this manner so that he couldn't cause any damage to himself, while the healing
process took effect.

"Evening,
Mr. Clarke," she said, after entering the room. "How are you
tonight?"

"I
feel like a bat," he joked.

"Not
to worry, Mr. Clarke. It won't be for long," she reassured him.

I
wonder how well she gives head
, he
thought to himself.

"Mr.
Clarke, you don't have to insult me like that," she replied.

"Insult
you? I didn't say a word," replied Mr. Clarke.

Kimberly
wanted to check this out so she got down on her knees to look up at Mr. Clarke
and asked bluntly, "Did you just think
'I wonder how well she gives
head
."

Mr.
Clarke looked embarrassed, but nodded his head in agreement. Kimberly started
to get excited about this. Looking up at Mr. Clarke, she asked if he would
concentrate on thinking something about her without letting her know what it
was. At first, Mr. Clarke looked puzzled, but went along with it.

I
wish you would give me head
, he
thought.

"You
just wished I would give you head," she blurted out.

"Yes,
but how did you know?" came an astonished reply.

"I
don't know, but it's the third time today I have heard someone's
thoughts," she looked thoughtfully at Mr. Clarke.

"I'm
going to give you your request," she said, pulling herself under the bed.

Pulling
the covers to one side, her only other obstacle being the pajama bottoms he was
wearing. She could see the bulge starting to appear.

"Well,
we know this still works," she said, pulling them down past his now
throbbing cock.

Kneeling
up, she let the cock enter her mouth and started to suck the end. Gently at
first, then faster and taking more down her throat.

"Oh
yes! That feels so good! Oh...yes...oh, God I'm going to cum!" said a
deliriously happy Mr. Clarke.

He
came in her mouth, which is just what she intended. She sucked him dry and then
covering him back up she went about her business as if nothing had happened. As
she left the room, Mr. Clarke thanked her.

On
her way to the next patient, she couldn't help but wonder why she was hearing
people's thoughts. It was then that she realized the only time she'd heard a
thought was when it directly concerned her. She had to test this out somehow.
How
should I do it?
She thought.

Then
she had an idea. Walking briskly to the coffee lounge and finding several
nurses talking together she went in, walked over to the coffee machine then
deliberately stared at several people.

'What's
she staring at?'

'She's
got one hell of a body on her.'

'I'm
so jealous of her looks.'

It
was confirmed. For some unknown reason she could hear the thoughts of people,
but only when they were thinking of her. Now the question was, how could she
use this gift to her advantage; but more importantly why had she been chosen to
bear such a gift? For the moment, she would just think about the possibilities
and go about her business.

Her
next patient was Mr. Dunbar, who was recovering nicely. He should be sent home
any time now. Mr. Dunbar had a visitor. It was his son, a strapping young man
with blond hair, brown eyes and a well-defined, suntanned body.

"Evening,
Mr. Dunbar," she said reaching for his chart. "How are you
today?"

"I'm
feeling well, thank you. And how's my favorite nurse?" he asked.

"Oh,
I'm all right. I see that you'll be leaving us soon," she replied.

I
see what Dad means now. I wish I could fuck her
, thought Mr. Dunbar's son.

Your
body is the only thing I'm going to miss
, thought her patient.

This
time Kimberly had been looking at them both and knew that neither one of them
had spoken. Walking back to the door, she locked it with her own key, and turned
to face the two men.

"I've
got a treat for the pair of you," she said, slowly removing her nurse's
uniform.

Mr.
Dunbar and his son couldn't believe their luck as they watched this young thing
slowly discard her clothing. Once naked, she crossed over to the bed, pulled
the sheets off, and quickly got to work on Mr. Dunbar's cock by sucking long
and hard. His son couldn't get his pants off quick enough, but once he had, he
entered her from behind with long deep thrusts.

"Ah,
you are a big boy, aren't you," she said briefly, taking her mouth off the
cock, she was servicing. "Mmm yes, ah...yes oh mmm! You have a nice cock,
too, Mr. Dunbar."

Mr.
Dunbar was watching his entire cock go down the throat of this beautiful woman,
not believing what he was feeling. She was licking the end as she came up, then
sliding it effortlessly back down her throat. He knew he wasn't going to last
long, which annoyed the hell out of him because he wanted it to last forever.
His son had all nine inches of his cock going deep into her cunt, but being
young and inexperienced, he ejaculated a little too soon, pumping her full of
his seed. Soon, he was flaccid and pulling up his pants, then he continued to
watch the show.

"I'm
coming! Yes, here it comes!" Mr. Dunbar yelled.

He
shot his load down her throat. She didn't bat an eyelid as she carried on
sucking until he had no more. Then after wiping her mouth, she got dressed and
left, leaving them wondering what had gotten into her. As she walked down the
corridor, she realized that there was a difference between someone talking to
her and someone thinking about her. It became clear as she passed the many
people she saw while on her rounds, those that talked to her didn't sound as
clear, as those that thought about her. She didn't bother wondering where this
gift came from anymore she just accepted it.

The
end of the day came quickly and she soon found herself walking the half-mile
back to her apartment. It was nearing her residence that she heard another
thought.

'As
soon as she passes the white car, drag her into that alley.'

Seeing
a dark figure in the doorway down the street, she changed direction and headed
for the tavern that was fifty feet away.

Damn,
she's changed direction
, was the last
thought that night.

Once
she got to the tavern, she phoned the police informing them of a prowler.
Giving them half an hour to check the area, she decided to go home and retire for
the evening. When she awoke, the first thing she did was check that this was
not a dream. Walking to the door, she retrieved the newspaper from the step and
waited for someone she knew to come into view. She didn't have long to wait,
for her neighbor was also retrieving the paper.

Look
at her in that nightgown! She's gorgeous.

Yep,
it was no dream
, she thought, closing
the door. Many thoughts were entering her head that morning, mostly her own
though. She thought of one way in which this gift could benefit her, playing
cards for money. She couldn't lose, but she didn't like cards or gambling for
that matter.

Of
course, helping the patients at the hospital was a rewarding thing to do and
maybe she would think of other things later. It had already saved her from a
mugging—or worse—a rape. As she turned the corner approaching the hospital,
someone's thought hit her.

'Here
she is, right on time.'

Looking
up she saw Dean in the first floor window waving to her. His was the first
thought she'd heard the day before. She decided to go and see him as soon as
she entered the building. Once she reached his office, she knocked and entered.
Dean was at his desk pouring though some patient reports.

"Good
morning Dean," she said crossing the room. "How are you?"

"I'm
fine, and you?"

"Couldn't
be better, I wanted to see you before I started my shift. You always make me
laugh," she said.

"Why?
You're not feeling down are you?" he asked.

"No,
far from it, I just wanted to talk with someone."

I
wish we could get together sometime. I'd love to see that body of yours and
tell you how much I love you,
Dean
thought to himself.

She'd
been watching him all this time and knew that those words hadn't passed his
lips. Looking at him, she realized she hadn't noticed before, but he was quite
an attractive man. She became bolder now that she knew how he felt about her.
Walking around the desk, she reached out her hand, getting him to stand. She
kissed him passionately. He was shocked at first, but soon returned her kiss,
and they fell onto the desk in this passionate embrace.

Kissing
this woman was the one thing he had wanted to do for such a long time. They started
to feel one another's bodies. She was feeling his groin while he had a hand up
her skirt. Soon the things on the desk were on the floor, as the passion took
over. They were virtually ripping each other's clothes off, until they were
both naked. In all this time, they didn't stop the kissing. They were hot for
each other and nothing was going to stop them.

Slipping
off the desk Dean went straight for her lovely pussy with his tongue, licking
and sucking her clitoris then inserting a finger, making sure she was wet
enough to receive his manhood.

"Oh
Dean, that is so nice! Yes, yes! Oh don't stop! Don't stop! Ah...you gorgeous
man, you," she said in the heat of passion.

Dean
stood up, his erect eight inch cock throbbing, wanting to thrust into the
waiting love spring. She brought herself to the edge of the desk, wanting it
every bit as much. He entered her slowly, almost teasing the opening of
pleasure. She felt it for the first time and took a deep breath. His cock was
in and she came, so intense were her feelings as he started to pump in earnest.
She came again; her feelings making her head spin. The thoughts going through
her head were of meeting the right man at last. He started to cum, filling up
her pussy. However, not for a moment did he stop, this was real passion; the
kind that is rare these days, the kind that people all over the world would
love to feel. He reached for her breast, fondling her nipple and then bending
down to lick it with the tip of his tongue. He slowed his pace, for he was savoring
the moment.

"I
don't believe it! I'm coming again, ah! Yes, harder, yes, oh...god, yes...yes! I'm
coming!" she screamed.

"I'm
coming too!" he shouted, with a look of sheer delight covering his face.