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A Research Symposium in Amsterdam - Chapter 1

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Author: davidg77
Contact: wdavidg77@gmail.com
Published: 11-Nov-17 Revised/Updated 17-Nov-17


A nurse gets more than she expected at a medical conference in Amsterdam...

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Angela was scurrying around the bedroom in her underwear, packing a small bag for the weekend trip. Two hands crossed her body and cupped her breasts.

"Get off you sex pest."

Softening the remark by pushing her ass into the stiffening cock.

"Look Jim, I've got to finish this packing, have a shower and try to get an early night. The taxi is collecting me before 5AM.

I promise you my very special attention on Sunday night and you know how much you enjoy that." She finished and twisted round to kiss him.

"Now leave me in peace to finish."

Slipping out of his grasp, she went into the bathroom for a quick shower. They were a good team, married now for seven years, meeting at the London Teaching Hospital, where they had both trained. She was a Staff Nurse and he a Junior Doctor on the same ward. Like most sensible nurses, she avoided Doctors like the plague. They were all arrogant and self-important and viewed nurses as a personal harem to be grazed at their leisure. Jim was different though, good looking, funny and kind, she had eventually given in to his requests for a date. The rest was history, two beautiful daughters a house in Berkshire with an insane mortgage, that meant she had to work too. Jim was a GP(Family Doctor) in a local Surgery and she was working as a research nurse in a new commercial medical research company. It wasn't too onerous and the part-time hours were child friendly.

She finished her shower, dried herself and slipped back into the bedroom naked. Jim drank in the view, she was still stunning after two children and now entering her third decade. Average height and weight, but anything but an average figure. She was curvy but had the body of a teenager, firm buttocks, a near flat stomach and large firm breasts, high on her chest with no sag at all. She was pretty rather than beautiful, with dirty blond hair and wonderful brown eyes. He knew she hated her legs, a little short and out of proportion, muscular from dancing and years of athletics, but he loved them.

He couldn't help himself and reached out to pull her down on the bed with him. Evading his grasp, she said,

"Now Jim, be a good boy and behave."

"But I love you, I need you, please?"

"Yes, I love you too, but not now and whining isn't very attractive either."

He looked at her soulfully, like a puppy.

"Oh for goodness sake, one of my specials and that's it."

With that, she sank to her knees and opened his robe. Now Jim had always thought that if there was an Olympic discipline in blow jobs, Angela would be a medal winner. She gave his erection an exploratory lick, sucked in a testicle, then slowly sank her mouth down his six inches, managing to suck and lick at the same time as she withdrew. He sank back on the bed in ecstasy, as she worked on him, till he came deep in her throat. Swallowing expertly, she rose from her knees and kissed him.

"Now leave me in peace, you animal. I'll sleep next door so as not to disturb you when I get up. Sure you can manage the girls, my mother will be here to help?

Despite your terrible behaviour, you're still on a promise for Sunday night. I'll have you begging for mercy." And she would too.

With that she swayed out of the room, shaking her ass and blew him a kiss.

Next morning, she was shivering in the chill autumn air, just before five, when the taxi arrived. Her two doctor colleagues had already been collected.

"Morning boys," She said cheerfully, as she jumped in.

"Don't be so bloody cheerful." Andy said.

"Now remind me again why I'm on this pointless trip?

We're two years into a five year stage 4 trial, so there is nothing to report at all." She asked.

"Because the drug companies own our souls. Telman is our biggest client, they are sponsoring this jolly and want their name up there in lights.

We've sold out to the man, they say jump, we say how high." Phil the other doc replied.

"Yes, that's why you're going, but why me?" She asked.

"To show some leg and cleavage, then make vague promises of sexual favours to any prospective clients, all clear now?"

"Absolutely, crystal clear sir....

It's just....."

"Well, what?" Phil replied,

"I can't help thinking it's a bit of a waste of an expensive education, that's all."

"Look, is it my fault that you're drop dead gorgeous and sexy to boot?"

"No Sir, absolutely not Sir and thanks for the compliment by the way."

With that they all snoozed on the way to Heathrow to catch the Red Eye to Schiphol. As soon as they landed they found a cab which took them to the nearby conference hotel and grabbed a strong coffee before the first tedious presentation.

Mid morning, she was drinking another coffee, when a hand went around her waist.

"Hello beautiful, I thought it was you Angela. You've gone over to the dark side too." The man said.

"Hi Malcom, yes afraid so, but commercial work fits into a domestic routine. It must be eight years now, what are you doing?"

"Medical lead to the research department at Simpson's.

So, you married Jim, what did he have that I don't?"

"How long have you got, but seriously for a moment, we are a recent start up doing trials and research for the industry. If you ever need someone to run a trial? Look here's my card, give me a call." She finished, giving him a business card.

"Thanks, you'd need to make it worth my while of course."

"Still the same old Malcom, bye for now."

Angela turned and walked back to her boys, muttering "Creep."

The rest of the morning was just as gripping, as was the buffet lunch of tired sandwiches and dips. They didn't eat much as they were first on in the afternoon. Angela joined the boys to look decorative and answer any procedural nursing questions. It seemed to go well, at least the client thought so. Now they could relax, which meant a discreet nap through most of the afternoon, at the back of the hall. After that there was the inevitable drinks reception to navigate with more schmoozing and small talk. As soon as they could, the three of them left for a rest before the conference dinner. The docs were sharing a suite and Angela another room on the same floor. After a short sleep, Angela dressed to kill, in a black cocktail dress, tight, with a decent amount of cleavage.

There was a knock at the door and Phil whistled when she opened it,

"I'm in love," Phil said, "Those companies will be throwing business our way."

"This old thing! Now behave and keep your hands to yourselves, this evening. We are all respectable, married professionals."

Angela finished and linked arms with both men, as they headed for the lift. Downstairs, in the large dining room, they found themselves on a table of eight and made polite conversation with the others on the table. As usual, Angela talked to the tops of the heads of her neighbours, entranced by her breasts. The food and wine were OK, non-descript hotel food you could get anywhere in the world. When the endless meal finally finished, Andy whispered to both of them,

"Let's get a bottle and go to our room, before I die of boredom and before the speeches start."

Making polite apologies to everyone on the table, they crept out, giggling together. The boys went to the bar to order and Angela went to her room, to check for damage, to her makeup that is. Finally, she made her way to their door, as the waiter was leaving. The two men had showered and were in hotel robes, when they opened the door.

"Come in, we've found a porn channel on the TV." Phil said.

"Now let's see, you're half naked and you want me to watch porn with you. Think I just got off the boat or something?

Goodnight boys, nice try, but see you at breakfast." And she started backing out the door.

"Don't be like that, it'll be fun. It's quite good porn actually."

"Is it now, well I'm not an expert, but I'm sure you're right." They held her arms whilst she tried to back away.

"I think this is workplace sexual harassment." She finished, but allowed herself to be coaxed in and the door closed.

"Have a drink and relax, you worry too much." Phil said, encouraging her to sit on the sofa between them.

"I think I'll be safer here actually" And she sat on another easy chair.

The film featured a tiny blond, a stark contrast with two, heavily built partners. Her distress seemed genuine. Angela sipped Prosecco and strained to see anything and Andy tapped the sofa cushion in invitation.

"Do I look stupid? I know I'm a nurse, but do I look that stupid?"

"And we are Doctors, so naturally, also gentlemen." Andy replied grinning.

"Huh, Docs, gentlemen?... Alright, alright, but one finger on me and, well, you'll see what."

Reluctantly, Angela sat carefully between them, sitting forward and enjoying the film. Phil topped up her drink.

"If you're trying to get me drunk, better men than you have tried."

She couldn't help noticing the swelling under both their robes and she started to flush a little, watching the impossible positions the porn star was managing and the size of cock in her ass. At first, she didn't notice the hand gently stroke her back. She did notice hands on both her thighs, gently pulling them apart and pushing up her skirt, over her holdups. Both legs rode over that of each boy, spreading her legs wider.

Finally, too late, she started to struggle, pushing at the hands and trying to close her thighs, but they were too strong. Angela knew if they reached ground zero, found how wet she was and touched her clit, it would be all over. Years of fidelity to Jim, love for him and her little family, lost so easily. The trouble was, all three of them knew she wanted it as much as the boys. Then a finger, two fingers, did steal under her pants and into her wet cunt. She groaned and relaxed, all the fight gone. One hand reached up to grip a breast, another pulled her chin round for an open mouth kiss, she returned passionately, moaning. Now Angela's hands reached under the robes gripping two very hard, large cocks and gently masturbated them.

Someone dropped the zip on her dress and she raised her ass, so it could be pulled off, then pulled off her pants with one hand, before grabbing the cock back. A hand undid her bra and threw it to the floor, leaving her just in stockings and heels. The hand in her groin, now pushed three fingers in and masturbated her, using the thumb on her clit. She groaned louder and pulled away from the kiss, to bend down and stuff as much of a cock in her mouth as she could, sucking up and down, before giving the other the same treatment. Phil sank to his knees in front of her, put her thighs over his shoulder and sank his mouth on her groin. Moaning again, she lifted her ass off the cushion as he pushed tongue and fingers inside, then sucked and licked her clit hard. After a few minutes of this, she was near the edge and whimpered, "Fuck me now, please, right now."

Phil pushed off the floor, with her thighs still over his shoulders and bent her double before dropping his weight in a full penetration. She was so wet, she could have taken a man twice as big. As soon as his balls slapped against her she almost through him off, as all her muscles spasmed with a first orgasm and let out a string of deep moans and swearing,

"Oh Oh, fuck yes, fuck... don't stop, pile drive me.." then she shrieked as he drew back and dropped all his weight again, forcing her knees up by her ears, then up and down, increasing the speed and intensity. He couldn't have stopped now, even with a gun at his head.

Neither could last long and he bellowed and ground into her pelvis as he came, bringing Angela off at the same time. She could clearly feel each spurt against her cervix. It went on and on, as she slowly stopped twitching and jerking. He lay on her exhausted.

There was a muffled "You're going to break me in half." And Phil slipped to the floor, covered in sweat and still gasping for breath.

Nothing happened for half a minute, Angela remained bent double, thighs spread, in a very un-lady like posture, trying to recover. Then she groaned as Andy sitting next to her, reached under her ass and pulled her over his groin. She was gaping and just sank onto his erection, with no effort and tried to rise and fall on him, but she was exhausted.

"Phil, give us a hand here mate, Angela's pooped."

Phil struggled up and over to the sofa, as she tried to rise, he lifted then thrust her down hard, then repeated the pattern, impaling her on the seven inch cock. She started groaning again, her head rocking from side to side with exhaustion.

"Please, do you have to do it so hard," She whispered.

"That's sort of the point, isn't it," Andy replied, giving her playful slap on the rump.

Angela ignored him, lost in the growing heat in her groin. This was humiliating, being treated like a piece of meat, but it felt so dam good. Another orgasm was growing and she moaned through gritted teeth as she was lifted up and thrust down as hard and fast as the boys could manage. When it came, she lost consciousness, exhausted by the long day. Recovering, she felt Andy pumping into her and groaning.

They lay motionless on the sofa, with Phil on the floor, for ages, covered in sweat and gasping in lungful's of air. Finally, Angela groaned and struggled off Andy as a gush of cum poured onto his groin. Struggling onto her feet, she staggered over to the bathroom.

"Don't say a word, not one fucking word," She hissed over her shoulder.

Turning the shower on hot, she stood under it, eyes closed, leaning her breasts against the tiles. When she started soaping herself, the shower door opened behind her and an erection pressed against her ass and two hands came around to grip her breasts, running them through his fingers,

"For goodness sake, get off me, GET OFF.." She said, trying to pull his hands away.

Angela was too exhausted to fight, he turned her around, it was Phil, lifted one thigh up and out, he pushed into her easily. Rising onto her toes, she sighed, sex standing up was so good. Drawing him into a passionate kiss under the stream of water and trying to help him, rising on her toes and dropping down as he thrust in. She felt so full of cock and her head fell back against the tiles, as she groaned,

"You bastard.. finish pleease..."

They were both beyond exhaustion and he came, grunting and pushing her up the slippery tiles as he ground into her pelvis. She was too tired to come again and just pushed him out of the shower, without a word and quickly finished washing. Dam, she'd have to dry her hair, no time to wash and dry it next morning.

As she played the hand drier over her hair and combed it, she just glared at herself in the mirror,

"You stupid bitch," She said out loud, then dropped her eyes, not wanting to even look at herself, she was so angry.

Finally, she finished and crept back into the bedroom. The boys were asleep and she didn't want to wake them risking another session. Slipping into the double bed next to Andy, she turned out the light and fell asleep immediately.

It seemed only five minutes till she was gently shaken awake,

"Time to get up sleeping beauty, we've still got the Symposium to attend this morning," Andy said.

"Fuck off," She whispered to him.

"Look love, it's happened, we're really sorry, honestly, it wasn't planned."

"Why don't I believe you, oh yes, the bottles of Prosecco, the porn films, getting undressed before I came to the room, you get the picture." She finished, struggling to get dressed, in front of them, it was too late to be modest.

"OK, I can't blame you for doubting us, but we have skin in the game too, we're both married. We've risked everything and are not saying anything to anybody, ever." Phil interjected.

Angela said nothing and left the suite to go back to her own room. Could it be true, was it possible to keep this disaster from Jim?

She had to admit, it had been worth it, the sex had been the best. There had been a couple of threesome's in her wild student days, but this, just hit it out of the park. Still musing, Angela opened her own door and slipped in to get ready for another tedious day.

Continued in Chapter 2

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