Free 18 Ultra Short Erotic Tales by Carl East

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