The next morning, sunlight filtered through the VIP room curtains. Peter Hale was already awake, sitting up in bed, his muscular frame tense. His cock had been half-hard all night thinking about the filthy nurse from yesterday. The memory of her dripping pink pussy and those massive tits had kept him throbbing.

The door clicked open.

Stiles strutted in with a bright, slutty smile, her ridiculous uniform barely containing her body. The thin white top was still slightly stained from yesterday’s “spill,” her hard nipples clearly poking through. The tiny skirt rode so high that the bottom of her fat ass cheeks peeked out with every step. No bra. No panties. Just pure whore energy.

“Good morning, Daddy~” she purred, closing the door behind her and locking it with a soft click. “Did you sleep well? Or were you too busy thinking about your naughty nurse’s wet pink pussy?”

She walked straight to his bedside, leaning over him far too close. Her heavy tits hung inches from his face, swaying heavily as she “checked” the monitor. Her sweet perfume mixed with the faint scent of her arousal.

Peter’s eyes darkened with lust. “You’re back…”

“Mmm, of course. I’m your personal nurse. I have to take care of all your needs,” Stiles whispered, pressing her body closer. Her soft, massive breast brushed against his arm as she adjusted his pillow. Then her hand “accidentally” slid down his chest… lower… and grazed right over the growing bulge in his hospital pants.

“Ohhh~” she giggled innocently. “What’s this hard thing? Mr. Hale, your cock is already so stiff this early in the morning.”

She did it again — her palm deliberately rubbing over his thick shaft through the fabric while pretending to check his pulse. Peter groaned, his cock jumping and swelling painfully.

“Fuck… you’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, eyes locked on her body. “Look at you. Walking around like a cum-hungry slut.”

Stiles smiled, slow and filthy, biting her pink lip. “Am I, Daddy? Does my slutty body make your big CEO cock hurt? I can feel it twitching every time I touch it…”

She grazed his cock again, this time squeezing the fat head lightly. Peter hissed, fully hard now, his massive erection straining painfully against the pants.

“It hurts so much,” he admitted, voice rough. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Stiles’s eyes sparkled with pure lust. She stepped back a little, swaying her hips. “Aww, poor Daddy. Your wife probably doesn’t know how to handle a cock this big and needy, does she? But I do. I’m such a dirty girl…”

She leaned in close to his ear, her breath hot. “Jerk off for me, Daddy. Take out that thick cock and stroke it while looking at me. I want to watch you pump it like a pervert while I tease you.”

Peter’s cock stirred violently at her words. “You filthy little whore…”

Stiles straightened up and started a slow, slutty strip tease right beside his bed.

First, she peeled off the white top, letting her massive, heavy tits bounce free. They were perfect — big, round, soft, with puffy pink nipples already rock hard. She cupped them, squeezing and jiggling them in her hands.

“Mmm… you like my fat tits, Daddy? They’re so heavy. I love when men suck on them while they fuck me.”

She turned around, bent over, and slowly slid the tiny skirt down her thick thighs, revealing her fat, juicy ass and that perfect pink pussy. Her cunt was visibly wet, the fat lips swollen and glistening, a thin string of her juices dripping down her inner thigh.

Peter couldn’t take it anymore. He shoved his pants down, pulling out his huge, thick cock. It was rock hard, veins bulging, the fat head already leaking precum. He wrapped his big hand around it and started stroking slowly, eyes glued to her body.

“Goddamn… I’ve never seen a body this fucking slutty,” he groaned, pumping his fist. “Not even in p*rn. That pink fat pussy… fuck, it’s dripping for me.”

Stiles moaned loudly, turning to face him. She spread her legs and started playing with herself right there. One hand squeezed and slapped her heavy tits, pinching her nipples hard. The other hand slid between her thighs, rubbing her swollen pink pussy lips openly.

“Ahhh~ Yes, Daddy… stroke that big thick cock for me. Look how wet my cunt is. It’s so pink and puffy because I’ve been thinking about you all night. I fucked two patients last night but I still want your cock.”

Peter jerked faster, breathing heavily. “You’re such a dirty fucking nurse. Fucking patients while my wife thinks I’m resting? Spread that pussy wider. Show me how you play with it.”

Stiles moaned like a whore and spread her fat pussy lips with two fingers, showing him the glistening pink inside. “Like this, Daddy? You want to stretch this tight slutty hole? I bet your cock is so much bigger than the ones I took yesterday. I love getting used like a cum dump.”

She shoved two fingers inside herself, fucking her own pussy while watching him stroke. Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust of her hand.

“Fuck yes… look at that big married cock,” she moaned filthily. “Jerk it harder, Daddy. Imagine shoving it balls-deep into my cunt while your son and wife wait for you at home. I’d let you breed me. Fill this pink pussy with your hot cum.”

Peter was stroking furiously now, his massive cock throbbing in his fist. “You’re such a nasty whore, Stiles. I want to ruin that pussy. Bend you over and pound you until you scream. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Getting fucked by a man old enough to be your father while I’m supposed to be recovering?”

“Yes! Yes, Daddy!” Stiles cried out, rubbing her clit fast, her juices dripping onto the floor. “I’m such a cockslut. I need your thick meat stretching me open. Cum for me, Daddy. Shoot your load while looking at my fat tits and dripping cunt!”

The room filled with wet stroking sounds and loud moans. Peter’s hand flew up and down his shaft, eyes locked on her bouncing tits and spread pussy. Stiles fingered herself harder, moaning like a p*rnstar.

“I’m gonna cum— fuck!” Peter growled.

“Me too, Daddy! Cum with me! Cover your hand thinking about breeding your slutty nurse!”

They exploded together.

Peter groaned deeply as thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock, splattering over his abs and hand. Stiles screamed in pleasure, her pussy gushing as she came hard, thighs shaking, juices running down her legs.

Both of them panted heavily, staring at each other in the afterglow.

Stiles smiled sluttily, still breathing hard. She slowly picked up her clothes and dressed again in the sluttiest way possible — wiggling her ass as she pulled the tiny skirt up, letting her leaking pussy drip visibly down her thighs. She didn’t wipe anything.

She leaned down and kissed his cheek. “I’ll be back soon, Daddy~ Rest that big cock for me. I have more patients who need my holes… but I’ll be thinking about you the whole time.”

Stiles blew him a filthy kiss and walked out, hips swaying, her uniform barely covering her cum-leaking body.

Peter lay there panting, his cock still twitching, covered in his own cum. His phone pinged on the side table. The screen lit up.

The lock screen showed a happy family photo — him, his loving wife Sara, and his son Derek, all smiling together at their mansion.

A sharp pang of guilt hit him hard.

“What the fuck am I doing…” he muttered, closing his eyes.

But even as the guilt washed over him, his spent cock twitched again at the memory of Stiles’s fat tits, her dripping pink pussy, and her filthy moans.

He wanted her. He wanted to fuck that slut so fucking bad.