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Being a Blood Donor Has Benefits

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This is a true story from a couple of years ago.

I have tried to write this several times over the last couple of years but I have never seemed able to capture the passion that I felt at the time. I get hopelessly wet every time I relive this. I hope I can do it justice now and that you will be cumming too.


For Natalie…

I have been a regular blood donor for many years and have done it more than 30 time so it doesn’t phase me in the slightest. However, on this particular occasion, things turned out differently.

I turned up as usual at the local sports club hall, went through the prick test and paperwork checking before being led to one of the reclining couches. It was in the corner of the hall, a bit away from everyone else. The hall was very busy with people waiting to give blood, some in the couches and some with their post-donation tea and biscuits. Milling around were plenty of medical staff too.

So I sat in the couch and a nurse came up to me and introduced herself as Natalie and she would be looking after me. Natalie was about my age and very attractive wearing her tunic top and trousers. She stood next to my hip, put my arm in the cradle, palm up, and swabbed the area in the crook of my arm.

“OK. Squeeze you fingers for me,” as she prodded me looking for a vein. I squeezed by rolling my fingers in one after the other and then unrolling them in the same order. She prodded some more and complained that due to the poor lighting, finding veins was a bit tricky. She leaned over some more for a better view and the bottom of her tunic draped over my rolling fingers. This is not uncommon in my experience. Still struggling, she leaned further for a closer look, at which point I found my rolling fingers scraping against the fabric of her trousers at her pussy! I kept rolling for a couple of seconds before Natalie pulled back and looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Back in a minute,” she said and disappeared. (Spoiler alert: I later discovered this was to remove her panties).

She came back soon and said “Right, let’s see if we can find that vein again. Keep pumping those fingers.”

I did as I was told and Natalie moved in to the same position and, very deliberately, planted her pussy on my hand again.

“Keep pumping those fingers.”

My fingers continued to scrape at her trouser-covered pussy under her tunic.

Natalie had her back to the rest of the room but continued to give me the impression that she was looking for a vein. I continued to scratch away. Natalie’s breathing started to get a bit ragged.

“Keep pumping….oooh.”

I kept pumping and scratching, increasing the pressure and tempo.

It wasn’t long before she let out a little whimper and made the “O-Face”. She bit her lip to stop from making more noise and looked deeply into my eyes as her whole body quivered next to me. When she came down from her orgasm, she quickly reverted to nurse mode, found the vein and walked away as my donation proceeded.

As I sat there, I was thinking, “Did that just happen? Did I just make a nurse cum in front of everyone?” Then I realised that this wasn’t a dream and I was as wet as hell.

When my bag was full, Natalie came back and disconnected everything.

“Thank you for coming to give blood today.”

“On the contrary, thank YOU for cumming!” I said with a grin.

She brought me a cup of tea and biscuits and thrust into my hand the usual card of “does and don’t” after donating and a small ball of lace. I started to unravel this before realising this was her panties and quickly stuffing them into my pocket. On the card, she had also written a phone number. I finished my tea as quickly as possible and walked home. On the way, I took the ball of lace out of my pocket, felt its dampness and savoured its pussy scent. As soon as I got home, I stripped off, put her panties on and felt deliciously dirty as I masturbated, adding my juices to hers in the panties as I came hard.

It was a couple of days later that I plucked up the courage to call the number on the card. She answered and was very apologetic for her lack of professionalism before. I told her not to worry as I know how the need for release can sometimes catch you unawares. We arranged to meet for a meal at the weekend.

I dressed in jeans and a nice floaty top and caught a taxi to the next town we’d planned to meet and we sat down together for dinner. She was attractive in workwear but outside work she was simply adorable. Similar age to me with a slightly curvy figure. She had long dark hair that was floating free after being tied up last time I saw her and she had a low cut blouse on that allowed her boobs to spill over deliciously.

We chatted like lifelong friends and I felt completely at ease with her and at the end of the meal she invited me back to hers to continue our chat.

She opened the door to her flat and invited me in, following behind me. She closed the door. The next think I know, she has pushed me by the shoulders up against the wall of her hallway, my coat still on. Her lips met mine with the speed and forcefulness of desire, pressing my head back to the wall. She broke off the kiss.

With desire and desperation in her voice, her face close to mine, she said, “Oh, Di. Every word that leaves your lips, every glance you give me, every smile make my cunt drip. I need to fuck you!”

Before I could reply, urgent kisses rained down on my lips, face and neck. Natalie’s hand was down the front of my jeans in a flash and I felt her fingers probing my soaking wet gash. All I could do was reply in a growling voice that I didn’t recognise, “Fuck me, Natalie, fuck me!”

Her fingers were fully inside me now. Her turn to pump me. Her kisses concentrating on my ears and neck with its high speed link to my pussy. My knees started to tremble as I still leaned against the hallway wall.  managed to gasp out one word, “Cumming!” With each spasm of my orgasm, I growled out, “aaah…aaah…aaah!” and each time my hips lurched forward forcing my clit onto the palm of the hand whose fingers continued pumping into my hole. My legs almost folded under me.

Natalie continued to plant kisses wherever she could until I came down from orbit and then led me by the hand to her bedroom. She took off my coat, tried to undo the buttons on my blouse but gave up with a “fuck it!” and tore it from my back. She had similar issues with by bra strap before tearing that off me and then went the whole way and tore off my knickers, such was her desperation. I stood naked as she pulled off her own clothes to stand naked before me. She pushed me back onto the bed. She threw a leg over my head and lowered her dripping hairy cunt onto my mouth as I felt her lips and teeth pulling at my pussy lips in a 69. I wrapped my arms around her bum clamping her pussy to my face and she did the same. We became joined together, a single sexual body, writhing and pleasuring itself. I was biting, slurping, sucking and licking her clit and pussy lips until I felt her quivering again. This time she didn’t have to hold back and screamed out as she came, yelling out with each spasm and spraying my face with her lady-cum. That did it for me and another orgasm ripped through me. There is nothing like having an orgasm withanother woman’s pussy pressed up against your face, knowing that she is watching as my pussy clenches with each spasm.

All through the night, we continued to fuck each other in every way we could think of. We were both trapped in a kind of frenzy, both wanting to cum and cum again.

We continued to see each other after that night but it was never quite the same. She always made it clear that she was not bi-sexual but she needed release and a means of sexual expression while waiting for a man to come along and I was more than willing to help with that.

Natalie is married now and I asked her to read through this, before publishing, for her input to make sure I remembered things properly in my orgasmic haze. She also agreed to let me use her real name. Whilst there aren’t that many Natalie’s working for the blood transfusion service, it really turns her on thinking that, if any of her colleagues read this, they will be wondering if it’s her.

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