The Coma Girl Brain Transplant

I licked and sucked his cock, jerking its shaft like I was playing a fat kazoo, albeit one which tasted like it was found in the skip behind a fishmonger's shop. I was wondering how many other nurses he'd 'stirred the porridge' in already that night when I realised that this had been as close as I had gotten to a pussy in a year, so I was actually quite thankful to him for shoving his cock into my mouth.

Then he told me to get up and I wondered if my ordeal was over. He bent me over the side of the bed over my girlfriend's comatose body and I might have felt slightly shameful if it wasn't for the fact that I felt more guilty for enjoying the experience. Oh, how I wished that she would wake up right now, to discover that her lover had moved on to another piece of ass.

He pulled my tights down no further than my knees, followed by my knickers and, without ceremony, he forced his manhood into my backside in a move very reminiscent of what I had witnessed with the gay dogs. I whimpered with the initial discomfort but soon began to relish the only sexual contact I'd had since the night of the accident. Perhaps it was karma and I was getting what I deserved? I avoided looking at the sleeping brute that was my girlfriend for fear that she would suddenly spring to life and catch me in the act. I imagined that she was listening to our illicit encounter and that wouldn't have been hard because I was moaning load enough to wake the dead.

He shagged me harder and harder and with a gush I could feel his semen shoot into my tender rectum. He grunted as he came inside me and I placed my chest on the bed for support with my ass in the air as the doctor withdrew his penis.

"Dr Finch. Pleased to meet you," he jovially announced, in a manner that indicated that this was somewhat of a catchphrase of his in this familiar scenario.

"Ah, um, Rosie, Sir, Doctor, Sir," I muttered as I pulled up my knickers and tights and felt his semen dribble out of my ass and down my leg.