Consenting Step Daughter

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Sandra thanked her and went back to the elevator. She thought she heard some of the nurses giggling as she walked away and she wondered why. There was nothing funny about her mother going to see the chief administrator of the hospital. Her mother often went to see Frank Mitchell about things.

She rode up to the top floor in the elevator. There were only two offices on the top floor and Frank Mitchell’s was the biggest one. The other office was already closed up for the evening. Sandra heard voices as soon as she started walking down the hallway. The door to Frank’s office was half open and Sandra stopped before opening it.

“Rut I still don’t understand, Dr. Mitchell,” Gail was sayings. “Haven’t I been doing a good job?”

“Of course you have,” Frank Mitchell said.

“Then why are you talking about letting me go? A good nurse is hard to find today. I could get a good job somewhere else, but I like this hospital.”

“I know you do.”

“Then why?”

“It’s because of your reputation.”

“My reputation? I don’t understand that.”

“Don’t you know what your reputation is, Gail? Don’t you know what is being said about you?”

“No.”

“Everyone in this hospital says that you’ll pull your uniform up for any man who asks. They say you’ve got hot panties, Gail. That you’ve been fucking while you were supposedly on duty.”

“Oh no,” Gail said softly.

Sandra didn’t open the door. She moved closer so that she could see what was going on inside the office. Gail sat on the couch while Frank sat behind his desk. Frank was an attractive man in his late thirties. He was the kind of man who gave a young girl like Sandra tingles just looking at him.

“You know what really hurts me?” Frank said.

“No.”

“You didn’t come up here and offer me any of that,” he said. “All the men in the hospital were getting it and you wouldn’t offer me any.”

“I could give you anything you wanted right now,” Gail said.

“That’s an idea,” Frank said. “Maybe you could show me what you’ve got to offer and we could make some kind of deal.”

Sandra knew that this was what Frank Mitchell had been after all along. Her mother was giving away pussy and he wanted some of it. He just wanted a piece of Gail’s ass. All that talk about firing her was just a bunch of bull.

Gail stood up and unbuttoned the few buttons on her nurse’s uniform. She skimmed out of it and stood there in only bra and panties. Frank licked his lips. At that moment Sandra pushed opened the door and stepped into the room.

“Oh shit,” Frank said.

“Don’t worry about me,” Sandra said. “I thought I’d join the party.”

“What do you mean?”

Sandra took hold of the bottom of her sweater and peeled it over her head. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her big tits stood out proudly and she heard him gasp.

“Mother and daughter,” he said finally. “Shit, I love it!”

Sandra went over to her mother and unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor. She kissed her mother’s mouth gently and made sure that Frank could see their big tits rubbing together. She released her mother and turned back to Frank again. She knew he was looking straight at her hard, pink nipples. She ran her hands up her body and underneath her already lust-swollen tits.

“Do you like them?” she asked.

“Oh, shit yeah!” he answered.

Her mother was sliding out of her panties and Sandra did the same. In a few moments they were both naked and Frank’s hungry eyes went from one to the other.

“Shit,” Frank said. “I’ve had dreams like this but I never thought I’d actually have it happen to me.”

“Come on over to the touch,” Sandra said.

Sandra watched him get up. She saw the hard bulge in his trouser and she licked her lips. He walked over to the couch and Sandra and Gail sat down on both sides of him. Sandra leaned over and kissed his mouth. She wasn’t surprised when she felt his hands move up to caress her big tits.

“Nice,” Frank said. “They’re so fucking nice!” Frank pushed her back on the couch. His tongue slithered down her face to her cheek and then to her neck. His hands kept squeezing her hot titties and she put her hands in his hair.

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