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  The American Dream

  Sasha Pearl

  Copyright © 2014

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN-13:

  978-1500547165

  ISBN-10:

  1500547166

  For the Carman.

  According to the imaginary but perfect template of this story that I’ve already sent you, I need to start at a certain particular point to make the rest of this come together into a nicely shaped story.So lets start at that time when I was out there, walking a puppy but actually reverentially strolling between lightening bugs and dazzling stars.

  My best recollection of that night goes like this.

  It’s past midnight and I just submitted grades online for my students. The puppy barks once, twice, three times.

  I snap the short metal leash onto her collar and take her outside where we stroll up and down a hill between shooting stars and invisible enemies.

  We walk up up up the hill then around the corner and up and down. After that we turn down our street and head home. The puppy stops me and races here and there snaps at things she can see and things I can’t.

  She pulls me a bit then twists and just while I’m looking up in the sky but walking forwards she trips me and I spin and land hard and weird.

  I want to walk home but I cant.

  One foot is messed up, the other knee is bleeding. I get the puppy to walk me about a half mile home and then crash out.

  The next day I find out my foot is broken.

  Two days later I find out my ankle is broken too, which explains a lot. I get a cast. Later that day I am walking on crutches and slip on puppy pee and bleed from two different places.

  The next day I get a scooter and only fall one more time, at campus, right were the asphalt meets the concrete of the faculty lot. I rolled on my back like a Ninja turtle, decided not to cry, got back on my scooter and numbly went straight home, trying to let go of everything, trying to feel free.

  Over the next three days I fall off my scooter and crutches three times, hurting both wrists and my back just enough to make me want to either curl up silently in a hard ball.

  REALITY

  The worst part of it is that I cannot reach my vibrator which is tucked high and back in the closet.

  Motivation overcomes pain and I figure a way to hook my vibrator's cord with one crutch while balancing on the other. A few purses fall on my face, and in total I get 1) vibrator 2)3 lipstick found in purses 3) $18.50 in cash and quarters.

  I spend a quality moment with my vibrator and all is good.

  The next day I don't fall a single time.

  I celebrate with my vibrator again. Best 40 seconds of my day.

  The day after that all is good but when I bring out the wand of joy I find it is noisier than usual. The tiny little sex engine in there is coughing and wheezing and not moving enough. I bang it on my hand a few times. It doesn't get better.

  The damn dog barks at my locked door.

  Dammit.

  No two minutes of glory that day.

  The next day I called my friend, the one who has everything and often doubles of this and that, and asked her if she would please please come play dirty nurse.

  She said yes.

  NURSES ARE MEAN

  She came early the next morning with a goody bag in tow. First we hugged, then we told stories, then we went behind a locked closed door and I showed her exactly where it hurt.

  I'm wearing a short black jogging skirt so it isn't hard to point things out. Here, here, over here, this one and ow, ow, yes there.

  She lays me back and plumps pillows around me.

  I continue. And the worst part of all is that my vibrator isn't working.

  She shakes her head and repeats back how awful it is to not have even that single thing.

  Nurses are trained at being compassionate; it's an actual bankable skill. Amazing.

  I have other things, I tell her, and point out the bag in the closet. She gets it down and pulls out two dildos. Perhaps you could put one on your scooter, or on the handlebars -- she's holding them like she's decorating.

  No, no, please no. I need a vibrator. Did you bring one?

  She sits up and smiles and pulls out her purple bag, the one with the fat zipper and pretend lock that wasn't a pretend lock at all.

  She has a gun in there (always), an ipad in there (always) and sex toys in there (several varieties, rotating stock, almost always).

  She pulls out a silver wand that looks very much like a fat curling iron and probably could make its way through airport screening without raising an eyebrow. A flick of her finger brings a sweet vibrating noise and I sqeak in delight.

  She turns it off and hides it behind her back.

  Not so fast. I have more things in my bag.

  I want to be polite, but I would also like to cum thank you please now, but I want to be polite, but ugh. I say nothing.

  Next she pulls out nipple clamps and a two sided dildo.

  Awesome, I tell her. That's cool. But I just want the vibrator. I'll pay you, I'll buy it, I'll rent it, I'll borrow it, but I really need it. Please.

  She laughs at me and says it isn't going to be that simple today.

  She gets off the bed and checks again to make sure the door is locked, then she turns on a white noise app on her phone and returns to me.

  I don't say the words that march nonverbally through me. I want what I want when I want it, and my pussy is throbbing so hard, please please can't I have the vibrator NOW?

  She would not give me the vibrator and instead reminded me that she was the nurse and I was the patient so I'd better sit back or she'd have to get restraints out.

  At this point I want the straightest route to relieving my ache and if playing along gets me there faster, then I'm down for the improv.

  First I need to check out your chest.

  My leg hurts! And right here! There's nothing wrong with my.....

  Before I can really think to let her do this, she has already slipped under my bra, lifted it up and attached both nipple clamps simultaneously.

  NURSES ARE AWESOME

  Nurses are amazing, their hands so direct, so knowing.

  If she had given me a chance to wiggle back I would have but now PiNcH it's over.

  Or rather, it's started.

  They don't feel like much at first and I remind her again that it's my ankle that hurts and my pussy that's throbbing but my tits have just been hanging around being kind and soft and happy to be here.

  She didn't say a word - didn't make eye contact either - and clicked something on the nipple clamp that made me go YEEE.

  A spark of (internal) electricity shot from my stomach to my pussy and I almost came.

  I wanted to either tighten the clamps or take them off or do something SOMETHING to get CLOSER TO cumming but when I reached up for my tit the mean nurse grabbed my wrists and reminded me that she was the nurse.

  Nurses are mean!

  So I slid my hand down closer between my legs because my pussy was near sobbing and needed a little consolation. She grabbed my wrist AGAIN and this time and pinned it above my head and told me she was the nurse.

  You are the nurse, I repeated back to her.

  A mean nurse, I added, one who tortures their patients.

  I must have said the wrong thing because she responded by slipping her perfect strong nurse hand under my skirt and over my panties, stroking it just soft enough to introduce herself. I thought she would stay a little longer but no.

  The mean nurse made me take my panties off, she wouldn't even do it for me.

  OK, if it were up to me (and in the future, maybe it will be, but this time I was the patient, she was the nurse) I would have pulled my panties o
ver to the side and let her slip in right then and there.

  She stood up and turned around while I undressed, which is funny because my pussy was facing the mirror and she had a better shot of it with her back to me than she would have had if she were blocked by my leg and the pillows.

  There. Off. I pull the comforter across my stomach and arch my back. I want to pull the nipple clamps off they are BOTHERING me bothering me BOTHERING ME like I can't think about anything

  but them bothering me and oh I'm bothered so good that my pussy is not just wet and throbbing but it feels full and heavy and I want to cum NOW.

  As she turns towards me and looks me from cast to tits and back again get this surge of energy like I could kick something, I really could, or maybe I could pounce on her. Or maybe grab the damn vibrator smash it over her head and no this is crazy I don't kick or twist I just throb and throb and admit to myself and her that it's taking all I have to be this good and not be the patient who attacked their nurse.

  She leans over my tits and says yes, yes I'm being a very good patient. A tug from her fingers frees my nipple and a rush of blood brings a tingling throb. I close my eyes and look at the ceiling and hope hope hope that.

  Yes. The very very nice nurse has one of my boobs in her mouth and she is unsnapping the other.

  Oh another rush of blood and tingling and then the warmth of her mouth on THAT tit while the other tit felt suddenly cold and ridiculously hard.

  Oh no! are you cold? She asked in response to the goosebumps that just rolled over me. I'm hot and flushed and cold and mad and I want what I want when I want it.

  What do I say? Am I cold? Am I hot? Fuck me now??

  I don't answer and instead let her cross my hands above my head while scientifically and professionally her training on my boobs and across my stomach and up my neck and down below my belly button and then down one leg and up the other thigh using her mouth and her hands and at one point using her tits against mine solely for her own enjoyment which gave me great enjoyment.

  Are other women quiet? Should I be quiet? At this point I don't want to tell her what to do because apparently she has an agenda that is moving towards my goal.

  If quiet gets me there, I'll be quiet. If moaning gets me there, I'm down for that.

  She lingers on the inside of my left thigh, her lips on my skin, her fingers invisibly hovering over my throbbing pussy. I don't want the vibrator now, I want her and she knows I do and she gives me what I want.

  Nurses are very nice

  She looks me right in the eye as she slides one finger deep into me. I arch back down on her hand thinking I could break her pretty wrist right now and what a story THAT would be. Maybe we would meet more nurses. I'm down for that, but I don't push down as hard as I want to.

  She moves up so that she's leaning closer to my face and I have to talk I have so say something so blabber on about omg she feels so good there and oh yes please two fingers yes and oh she pushes and I thank her thank her and thank her with my words and my mouth and just as I'm so close to cumming so hard on her hand she pulls out and gets on top of me.

  I'm so frustrated I could put a pillow over my own head and suffocate myself so I put a pillow over my head and don't suffocate myself but twist in ecstacy as she works herself down (again) my body with her mouth (her warm, soft mouth) her hands (her strong accurate generous hands) her tits (not as nice as mine but don't let that distract you). For a moment her knee was on my pussy and I rode up against it once, twice, oh more then she stopped me and said that it was bad for my ankle.

  She's the nurse. I'm the patient.

  Right, fine. OK, I'm thirsty, so thirsty, I ask for a drink and she says no, not until we finish.

  Nurses are mean.

  This nurse was so particularly mean that when she got herself situated so her mouth was on my clit, she opened my legs wide, much wider than she had to, or maybe just perfectly wide enough.

  Her tongue licked a small circled around my clit and I pulled back a little and then my clit wanted to run away but her tongue was so soft and gentle and my clit was still hesitant and shy but her lips were so perfectly sweet that my clit started chasing them and then once they found each other, the dance began with my clit going up and her tongue going down and my clit going left and her hand reaching into me and holding me still so her tongue could go wherever it needed to.

  This went on for at least three songs, long enough for me to work up a sweat and build and ache in my thighs, far far longer than it would have taken with the vibrator.

  My hips move faster but she holds me down, keeping the dance torturously slow, slower than I needed to cum.

  No more good quiet perfect patient with the warm wiggly pussy and heavy tits. Things were about to change.

  I sat up on my elbows and whisper-shouted that if I don't cum soon I'm going to burst into flames and my entire pussy will be broken FOREVER and I will never be able to cum again and I will be angry at everyone forever and ever and it would be her fault and then asked if she really wanted to be responsible for that kind of global warming event.

  She shook her head, leaned across me and picked up the vibrator.

  The vibrator looked like aa fat friendly silver curling iron and must have been battery powered because I didn't see her plug it in anywhere.

  She didn't plug it into me either.

  This is what happened next.

  She pulled out the vibrator and flipped a switch causing a delicious hum. She touched the wand to my nipples, this one, that one, the other, torturing them, then down to my pussy where she put it right near my clit.

  Closer, please, just hold it still I bet and she says no.

  No? I thought you were the nurse!

  The nurse smiled and sat back a little. A flip of a switch turned the vibrator from a solid cylinder into a curvy dildo with a separate part leaning out to touch.

  It reminded me of my (pussy's) best friend (besides my vibrator and the carman), Mr Bunny, only newer stronger model. Mr Bunny is 8 years old, which is like 800 in rabbit years, but we will discuss that later.

  I have to have it. Please? Just let me do it if you won't!

  I reach for it and she shakes her head and then clicks it again.

  The vibrating clit part disappeared into the shaft and a short not-thin-not-thick poked out the back.

  I open my knees.

  No, she said, I’m just a nurse I’m not a…

  I smile. You’re not a mad scientist?

  She smiled, shook her head and then clicked something that made the cylinder sex toy of wonder go back into a night-stick looking sex weapon thing.

  The vibrating ended.

  I’m now equally horny and confused, and it’s not a place I’d like to stay, and it’s not a place anyone would want me to be because I’m still on the edge of believing I could never be satiated and would live forever thirsty and throbbing and that idea is driving me MAD.

  You can keep it, she tells me, and it’s for later, for as long as you need it. I have two more.

  Later? Alrighty, I think there are going to be a lot of laters with this piece of space age awesomery.

  She smiles.

  CARMAN; I don’t ask how to charge it, how to plug it in... I dont ask how to make it do combinations of #1 and #2 prongs on the dildo --- or #2 and #3 prongs --- or #1 and #3 or …. Orrrr…. 123 together but I know that I need to know this I need to know how it feels, and if she doesn’t tell me I’ll figure it out or I’ll send it to you to figure out for me.

  At that, she squared her shoulders between my knees, pushed two perfect fingers of one hand into me and whispered, “It’s time to finish this off”

  I nod and let her do what she’s doing down there and up here and into the wetness.

  She doesn’t ask if should be softer or harder or faster or slower.

  She seems to know how long to do what and when to switch her attention to my clit and my tits. I don't care if she's done this 1000 times before. She's great.


  At the moment that her mouth sinks onto my hard tit and her fingers swirl from my pussy to around my clit I start to cum hard, at last.

  She can feel my earthquake and says nothing but continues exactly what she is doing, in and around down there, twisting and pulling and sucking up here and my cumming feels like 0 – 0 – 0 – 000000 and right when I wanted to say thank you and THANK YOU, she switched what she was doing.

  Yes, she switched to something else and before I could finish letting my first orgasm twist itself out of me, a second one built, bigger than the first and I keep cumming on her and with her and then I’m done.

  I’m so very very done and she knows this and laughs at me.

  This is SO much better than 20 seconds in paradise, I tell her.

  This is much better for you, she adds, already turning her attention to what she needs to pack up.

  Before she goes I ask her to help take a picture this way and that way. She insists my panties stay on and then says wonderful things about my ass as I bend this way and that in front of the camera.