Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 18:07:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Britisha Luv <britisha_luvs_anl@yahoo.com>
Subject: ANAL NURSE 1

Anal Nurse

Author: britisha_luvs_anl & buxom_lesbian_slutmom

Lesbian/Dominance-Submission/Light Bondage


Harriet Burnside is a luscious black-haired beauty, 35 years old, and
recently widowed. Her husband, Ben, had crashed his luxury SUV two years
ago and died, along with the three high class hookers that were his
passengers. Ben was a very successful heart surgeon, very handsome and not
immune to the charms of the many women who find money and power
irresistible in a man; many of the staff nurses had been among his
conquests. Since he was legally drunk at the time, their insurance company
had fought the widow tooth and nail, finally settling for just enough to
allow Harriet to pay-off the car Ben had been driving, his funeral
expenses, and little else. Unknown to Harriet, Ben was also a degenerate
gambler and liked to treat his "lady friends" to the best of everything;
this left the young widow in financial straits even though she made
$40.00/hr as an RN. Ben's family had never really accepted her, and except
for a trust fund for their 5 yr old, Kaley's, college education, they had
not felt compelled to help her with the huge outstanding bills their
darling son had run-up.

Ben was a few levels above Harriet's "station"; he was a Stanford-educated
cardiac surgeon and she, though a college grad, was a lowly RN; that had
mattered not a whit to the pampered, highly-sexed son of privilege: what
DID matter was her 42DD-28-40 physique. None of those willowy, pinch-faced
high-society brats for Ben; he preferred his women with abundant curves,
not the "no hips, flat ass" types like Cameron Diaz or Paris Hilton.
Harriett was quite striking besides, and it hadn't taken long for the
playboy doctor to woo, then bed, then wed the tremendously-stacked young
nurse, much to the chagrin of his family.

Harriet had ben taught the kinkier side of sex by the high-ranking son of a
multi-millionaire: light bondage, three-ways (Both MMF and MFF),
submission, and, of course, anal sex. The last was his favorite. He
delighted in reaming his big-butted wife's back-door with his 10"
cock-staff, then stuffing it in her mouth for a thorough cleaning. That had
ended when he died; Harriett had been so busy working, taking acre of her
children, and grieving that she'd had a sexual relationship in 13 months,
after her fling with a doctor who worked at the same hospital and since the
birth of her youngest daughter.

The rift between Harriett and the high-and-mighty Burnside's had increased
ten-fold when Harriett's fling with a married staff cardiologist had
resulted in the birth of an out-of-wedlock daughter, Amanda. The heart
surgeon had sworn that he would leave his wife and marry Harriett, and for
a few months assisted the widow with pre-natal expenses; then, one day,
Harriett had arrived at work to discover that the bastard had finangled a
position in France as Chief of Staff in Paris' most prestigious hospital,
leaving Harriett in the lurch. The baby was now 13 months old, and though
things were a bit tough, the mother of two was managing to keep her small
family's head's above water. She hadn't spoken to her in-laws in months,
and her many calls to ask for help had gone unanswered. Her tenuous
financial situation had taken a dramatic turn for the worse when her
newborn daughter, Megan, had gotten sick six weeks ago and Harriett,
battling valiantly to keep the creditors at bay, was reduced to calling her
mother-in-law one last time to plead for assistance. Marian Burnside, the
haughty matriarch of the wealthy family had told her in the coldest, most
un-sympathetic voice possible: "The Burnside's feel no responsibility
WHATSOEVER to assist you with the care of your bastard whelp, as you saw
fit to dishonor our son's memory with your slatternly behavior. Really,
dear; you must have no morals or sense of decency at all if you expect our
help after your shabby, common behavior ...yes, we are aware that the
father of the child is a MARRIED MAN, who has apparently not seen fit to
support the poor innocent...perhaps he has doubts about its paternity?...at
any rate, please don't phone again, or I'll be forced to speak to the
hospital administrator...as you know, he is a long-time friend of the
family. Good day".

Her prayers had been answered when Donnie, a hospital orderly, had
approached her a week before with a plan to make some money with what he'd
described as a "fool proof" plan: Harriett, instead of injecting a patient
with the prescribed amount of morphine, would retain a cc or two in the
syringe, pocket it, and then turn the drug over to Donnie, who would sell
the narcotic through his street contacts. Ninety percent of the patients
were elderly or unconscious most of the time, and would never know that
they hadn't gotten all of their morphine. There would be no discrepancy in
the sign-out sheet for the drug cabinet, as the pilferage would come from
medicine already PRESCRIBED...fool-proof, right?

Since part of Harriett's duties were to inject anywhere from 20-30 patients
per day, saving-back a cc per injection, she was able to turn-over 30 cc of
the potent narcotic per day, along with 20 tablets of Demerol.  She felt
guilty about what she was doing, but justified it by telling herself that
she was doing it for her children. She was shaken from her by a page:
"Nurse Burnside, please report to the Head Nurse; Nurse Burnside, report to
the Head Nurse stat..."  Harriett debated whether she she should make a
pit-stop in the nurse's locker-room to use her breast-pump; her enormous
breasts were so heavy with milk that they were beginning to ache. Megan
hadn't nursed as much during her illness, and the day had been so hectic
that the dark-haired beauty hadn't had time to relieve herself of her
live-giving burden. Harriett was reminded of this fact by the nagging ache
in her shoulders and back; she'd worn a 42DD bra before the birth of her
children; after Kaley, she'd changed to a 44D; Megan's birth required an
up-grade to her present 44EE.  Though many of her girlfriends envied her
massive jugs, they might reconsider if they had to lug such monsters around
all day. She was about to detour to the nurse's locker room when the call
came over the intercom a second time. She decided to see what the Head
Nurse, Irinia Kalenko, wanted before expressing her milk. It shouldn't take
that long, anyway...then, blessed relief...


I plan on continuing this story further in future chapters. Please do vote
on Literotica, where I will post it. It will also be posted on the
nifty.org and on
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/pattyparkerskinkylesbiantales as well as the
sister site, which is for WOMEN-ONLY:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/pattyparkerslesbiantalesfromthedarkside

This is one of my first efforts at writing, so please take that into
consideration.  Thanks to Patty Parker for her assistance