"How about it?" Carol panted, licking her lips. "Well?"

The psychologist hesitated, his face flushed. Goddamnit, he'd long ago made it a stem rule never to screw around with his patients. Not out of ethical reasons – Benson was far too horny to be noble. It was his fear of a malpractice suit, and eagerly passionate women like Carol had stripped bank accounts and licenses from more than one unsuspecting doctor.

But she knew. She was a nurse. "You can trust me," she whispered fervently. "All I want is that one time. Just once. If it happens just once, I could at least die happy. Please?"

Now how in the hell could he refuse a patient in distress? The last of his hesitation crumbled when he saw the tears in her eyes. He stood up.

"Okay," he said hoarsely. He turned around and closed the venetian blinds on his office window. He watched her begin stripping as he pressed the button on his intercom.

"Miss Jenkins, I'll be another thirty minutes. The next patient can either cancel or wait."

"Yessir," the speaker crackled.

The young doctor sucked in his breath as she slipped off her bra. Her creamy tits sprang forth, their dusky nipples fat with desire. He began stripping himself, realizing she wasn't intent on a quickie. Not in her frenzied condition.

She slipped her panties off to reveal her thick dark fringe of cunt-hairs. Her inner thighs were satiny smooth, already moist with her eagerness. When he took off his drawers, she made a low moan of impatience, licking her lips. His huge rod was exciting her to the point where she was panting. Hell, she ought to know a good one when she saw one, Benson thought dryly. She'd seen and screwed enough of them in the past two years, ever since that bizarre…

There was a black chaise lounge in his office and Carol wasted no time in sitting on its edge, her luscious ass-cheeks squirming. Her shining eyes never left his long red prick as he approached her. A tiny drop of cream oozed from his knob.