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Nurse Jones woke early.
She was in the nurses dorm. It just before dawn. Through the window she could see the city lights where the normal world went on for the rest of the human race. A world she was to be seperated from for three years.
It was her first morning in the First Avenue hospital for men. Her mouth and arse still ached from the multiple poundings they had received the night before. Both parts of her body had been virgin territory until yesterday – not any more.
“Is it worth it?” she wondered. “Up to twenty million dollars. Three years is almost a life time in here. I won’t make it.”
She looked around at the twenty or so nurses sleeping around her. Some of them had been here for almost three years – they were on the other end of the ordeal. A few months and they would be millionaires. Who knows how many cocks they had had to suck and fuck along the way.
“It must be thousands,” she thought. “But they made it.”
She sat up in bed.
“If they can make it so can I,” she thought.
Nurse Jones pushed aside her bed sheets and crossed to the communal wardrobe. There was only one type of dress on offer – the short tight white dress she and the other girls wore as a uniform. All of them were missing the top three buttons forcing the girls to show off the natural feature they all shared – their large breasts
Careful not to wake the other girls she quietly put on a uniform and placed the nurses cap on her head. She went out into the communal dining area and quickly made herself some breakfast and took her daily contraceptive pill.
On a wall in the dining room was a large board featuring the daily roster. There were five wards in the hospital. Intensive care, three general wards and the geriatric centre.
There were two other nurses in the dining room neither of whom Nurse Jones knew.
She sat down at the table with them.
“Hello,” she said. “My name is Jones.”
One thing she had learnt was that none of the nurses used their first names. It was last names only under orders from the administration. They had a lot of strange rules, she was discovering.
“Davis,” said one girl.
“Armstrong,” said the other. “How was your first day?”
“Not great,” said Jones. “Two forced anals a forced blowjob and one nice blowjob.”.
Jones hated the way these sex acts were given these names in the hospital. But it was a kind of shorthand here that she had quickly learnt and everyone understood.
“Though the nice blowjob was far from nice.”
“The nice ones can be the hardest in a way,” said Davis. “Having to pretend you want to suck off some old guy. I hate it too. We all do. Just keep your mind on the money. It’s got me through.”
“What is intensive care like,” asked Jones. “I am rostered there today.”
“Christ you’re lucky,” said Davis. “It took a month for me to get in there. It’s the closest thing this place has to a real ward. All the guys in there are really sick or banged up. No one holidaying in there. Most of them are too far gone to want any favours from you. Maybe they’ll want to suck your tits but most can’t even move. We all want to be there!”
Jones felt relieved. She had feared intensive care was code for constant blowjobs or anal or something. If it was like a real intensive care they would probably be in no shape to want much from her. Her arse really needed a break too.
“Hopefully the doctors will leave me alone as well,” she thought, remembering the brutal anal fuck of another nurse she had witnessed the night before by a doctor in the general ward.
There were two nurses at the nurses station in intensive care when she arrived. There were four rooms in intensive care. One large one with eight beds in a row. Most of the men were hooked up to drips and various machines monitoring their vital signs or supplying them with oxygen. The other rooms were for men in even worse shape and were called the death watch because if you were in there your family would come in and watch you die.
“How are things?” Jones asked.
“Quiet,” the other nurses said together.
“They’re all out cold so no need for any action,” said the taller of the two nurses. “But there is one thing you need to know. There’s an old guy in death watch three. He won’t make it through the day. He’s had a long time request to be sucked all day long on his final day on earth. McIntyre is on him now and they’ve pumped him full of viagra to keep him hard but he is in a coma. She’s been sucking for two hours now and you have to take over.”
“But be warned his family is on the way in and his old wife is a real bitch!”
Nurse Jones made her way to death watch three. McIntyre had her back turned to the door, her arse exposed as she leant over an old unconscious man. Her head was bobbing up and down over his groin.
Jones made her way to the other side of the bed and McIntyre looked up at her as she sucked on the old man’s cock. She waved Jones over and Jones put her head beside the other nurse. McIntyre waved for her to come around to her side of the bed and Jones walked around the bed and bent over beside McIntyre.
McIntyre took the cock out of her mouth and pushed Jones head down on it.
“Where the fuck have you been,” said McIntyre. “Two fucking hours on that dirty fucking cock.”
Jones took the cock out of her mouth to explain she had only just started her roster but McIntyre pushed her head back down.
“Kerp sucking!” she yelled. “That cock needs a mouth around it all day or we get sued by his family. They have a camera on us to make sure we honour the contract they have with us.”
Jones began to bob her head up and down and looked around for the camera. She saw it in the corner of the room. It was trained right on her head.
“Don’t even think about taking it out before you are relieved,” said McIntyre. “His wife and sons will be here soon. Just do what they tell you.”
McIntyre lifted Jones dress up so her arse was exposed to the door. She pulled down Jones panties and took them with her as she left the room.
Jones rested her hands on the bed as she sucked on the hard cock of the comatosed man. His cock was still covered with McIntyres spit but she could also taste cum and knew that he had come in McIntyres mouth at least once.
Her jaw already ached and soon her neck grew saw from bobbing up and down over and over again. The old man’s breath was heavy and his mouth open. She wondered if he was dreaming of a young woman giving him a blowjob at some time in his distant youth.
After an hour Jones felt that she was going to collapse. Her neck muscles were burning with pain and her jaw had locked up so badly she doubted it would ever close again.
She heard footsteps enter the room and prayed it was her replacement. There was more than one person crossing the room towards her. They stopped directly behind her and she felt hands on her hips.
A cock pushed into her pussy as her legs were spread apart.
Someone else came around the bed and at last Jones could see an ancient looking woman dressed all in black with a cane in her hand.
Jones watched her cross to the old man as the cock in her pussy began to thrust in and out of her.
“Are you enjoying that dear?” the old woman asked the man. The old woman looked down at Jones and grew angry as she saw Jones looking at her.
She raised the cane and struck it with surprising force across Jones back. It stung badly and Jones would have cried out if her mouth had not been full of cock.
“Ma, what are you doing?” asked the man fucking Jones from behind.
“Dirty little bitch was looking at me,” said the old woman.
“What,” cried two male voices behind her.
“The little fucking skank,” said a man to her left. “She ain’t even deep throating!”
A hand gripped her head and forced her to take the cock deep into her throat. She tried to pull back up but the hand forced her head down and another hand pinched her nose shut.
The old woman began to repeatedly strike her across the back while the cock in her pussy plunged deeper and deeper into her.
The idea of rape had never been a turn on for Jones so her pussy was still dry as the cock painfully forced its way inside her. The cane struck her over and over again and still her head was held down and her nose sealed shut.
She fought hard for breath but could only feel the hard cock filling her throat. Suddenly the cock in her throat twitched and cum erupted into her. She swallowed as it spurt but there was too much and it filled her throat. She felt she was going to drown and felt vomit rise.
She puked around the cock and a mix of cum and vomit blasted out of her mouth around the cock.
The cane struck her harder as punishment and the cock in her pussy seemed more turned on and it to blasted cum inside of her.
The world went black as she passed our from lack of air. When she woke she found she was on her back and a man was lying on top of her. He was fucking her on the floor beside the bed. She looked across and saw another nurse had taken over sucking the old man and she too was being whipped by the old woman.
Jones pussy was lubricated by the first man’s cum and she felt less pain now as the second man fucked her. He reached down though and took one of her nipples in his mouth and bit her.
The pain was intense and her mind was overloaded with pain from the whipping on her back, her aching jaws, neck and arse. She found herself crying in pain and humiliation as the man continued to squeeze her nipples between his teeth.
He let go and took his cock out of her mouth and aimed it at her face. Expecting him to cum she closed her eyes but he forced them open and put his cock to her eye and came over the lens.
The cum mixed with tears and new pain filled her mind pushing back all thought. She retreated into herself and curled up in a ball in tears.
A strike on her backside forced her back into the world and she looked up with her one good eye to see the old woman raising her cane to strike again.
Before the blow could land one of the men called out “Ma, he’s gone.”
The old woman looked to the old man giving Jones the chance to get to her feet and wipe the cum from her eyes. She looked at the man’s heart rate monitor and saw that he had flatlined. He was gone.
The other nurse took her mouth from the old mans cock and beckoned Jones over.
“You better lick this stuff off him before anyone sees,” she said.
Jones saw that the mix of cum and vomit she had puked up was on the man’s groin. Reluctantly she used her tongue to lick it back up.
She could hear the old man’s family crying all around her as she swallowed the foul mixture. She quickly left the room, re-organising her uniform as best she could.
When she got back to the nurses station she found Davis was there.
“Oh, my God,” said Jones. “I am in pain everywhere. I thought you said Intensive care was easy!”
“Don’t worry,” said Jones. “Most of the time it is. They don’t get worse than that thank God. Everyone knows what happened. The bosses will go easy on you for a while now. They don’t give you tough one’s like that more than once a month.”
Jones sank into a chair. Davis gave her a make up kit so she could straighten herself up.
“Can I go back to bed then?” she asked. “I am in so much pain.”
“No,” said Davis. “But you can just do some ordinary nursing for a while. We’ll handle the cocks for now.”
A light lit up on the nurses station.
“Anal forced,” it read.
“Bed two,” said Davis. “Who is he kidding. He is so far gone he could barely get it up. This will be a piece of cake.”
She hitched up her skirt and made her way to bed 2.
For the next few hours Jones felt like not only a human being but a real nurse. The pain continued but she did normal nursing duties. Most of the men were too sick or broken to do anything and it was a simple matter of adjusting drips, giving medication and changing bandages.
At lunch she went back to the dining hall. There were other nurses there and a couple of doctors at a table in the corner. Jones could see a nurse under the table blowing one of the doctors.
The doctor who wasn’t being blown looked over to her and smiled. She smiled back and he waved her over.
“You must be Jones,” he said. “You forgot this.”
He handed Jones a pager.
“Forgot it,” said Jones. “I never had it. This isn’t mine.”
“Christ did Forbes not give you this,” he said. “He’s getting forgetful in his old age. This is your pager. I found it at the ward 2 nurses station. You need this to get messages from the doctors. I think you’ll find a few messages on it already.”
Jones looked at the pager. It said she had ten messages waiting to be read. She pressed a button which said “Read message.”
“Message 1,” it read. “Oral nice Dr Melville. Ward 2.”
She pressed it again.
“Message 2. Oral forced Dr Clarke. Ward 4.”
All ten messages were commands for sex. Five of them from Dr Melville for Oral nice.
“Do you know Dr Melville?” she asked.
“Know him,” he said. “I am him! Been trying to reach you all morning. Better look after the pager from now on.”
Jones hesitated. She guessed the commands were still current. For her this was the final moment of truth. After being raped so brutally this morning could she go on with this. What if she just walked away.
“We were all impressed with the way you handled the old man,” said Dr Melville. “In some ways you were lucky. Turns out the stories were true. He’s left ten million to the last girl to swallow his cum. That was you. Hope you can make it the three years to claim the money.”
“Ten million,” thought Jones. “In less than twenty four hours.”
“No wonder his old woman gave you such a caning,” said Dr Melville.
Jones knew her mind was made up now. Surely it couldn’t get any worse than this morning and if she survived that she could survive anything. That money was hers and she was damned if she was going to back out now and let that old bitch get it.
She looked at Dr. Melville.
“Sorry for missing your messages,” she said. She licked her lips seductively and bent over the table so he could he could see down her dress. She climbed onto the table and took her breasts out of her uniform. She let them dangle in front of his face.
“You know,” she said. “I’ve been so missing the feel of a real man’s cock in my mouth. That old man just got me going, I need a real cock on my tongue.”
Jones moaned as Dr Melville cupped her breasts and sucked her still sensitive nipples.
“Oh,” she cried. “I can’t wait to feel your hard cock in my throat. I want you to fill my throat with your cum.”
She took Dr Melville by the tie and led him away from the table. She dropped to her knees by the side of the table. Nurses turned to watch as she pulled his zip down and freed his cock from his pants.
Jones licked the head of the cock and teased him by opening her mouth and blowing softly around it. She raised the cock and licked the shaft from it’s base to the head then enveloped his cock with her mouth. She began to hum as she took the cock down into her throat.
Her mind was clear now. There was no more doubt. She knew what she had to do. Her mouth, her pussy, her arse they were like keys to the bank.
She made eye contact with Dr Melville and held his cock in the depths of her throat.
She pulled it back out and said “Oh, give me that cock. I want to feel it in my throat. I want your cum. I want to feel it sliding down my throat.”
She took the cock back in her mouth and Dr Melville began to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. The other doctor being blown under the table had eyes only for Jones and her mouth and tits that bounced with each thrust.
The doctor at the table held his nurses head down and groaned as his cum erupted in her mouth but his eyes never left Jones.
Dr Melville grew more agressive as he became more turned on. He gripped her hair and facefucked her harder and harder.
“Take it bitch,” he said. “Take it hard for making me wait. That’ll teach you bitch. You kneel on my command!”
Nurse Jones blinked up at him as her throat stretched around his cock. The sight of her blinking eyes, swaying breasts and mouth full of his cock was soon too much for him. He pulled his cock out and blasted the first wave of cum over face then pushed it back into her open mouth and made her swallow the next load. It spurt four times then slowly went limp as Jones swallowed the load then wiped the rest from her face with her fingers.
Licking the cum from her fingers Nurse Jones stood. Her beeper went off.
“Message 11,” it read. “Oral forced Mr Forbes.”
“The boss,” thought Jones. “And I look a mess!”
- To be continued… -
I had come home to find you dressed in your sexy nurse costume, showing off your amazing 34D’s with a skirt barely below your firm ass. You are in full role playing mode as “Nurse Betty” and you tell me that you understand that I have an appointment to work on a major issue that I am experiencing. Immediately I know what you are referring to, as after 6 years of being together and 4 years of marriage you know what it is that bothers me most about my sexual performance, but to keep the fantasy alive I play along and I tell you how I can’t recover as fast as I or my wife would like.
You nod and take notes on your clipboard; you ask questions about what I generally liked to use to get myself excited. After a few minutes of discussion you said that you had an idea that might be able to help me, but you warn that it is a little unorthodox and that many would consider it an “alternative” solution. I answer back that I am looking for something alternative as all of the doctors I have spoken to at this point have not had any solution for me and that I was looking for something different, really I was wanting to do anything that would enable me to better fulfill my wife.
After a few minutes of convincing you, you are finally satisfied and stand up from your stool sitting in front of me, showing off your long legs. After noticeably catching me staring and working my way up your legs you cough getting my attention and snapping me out of my haze. After condemning me for my staring at your legs you reiterate that this is an alternative treatment. Slowly you pull the pen out of your hair and slowly let your hair down, shaking it out of its bun like you are a model. Once your hair has been let down you remove your dark sexy glasses and ask me to stand up next to you.
Slowly I do, not sure if this is the right thing to do; after all I am a married man and I truly love my wife and don’t want to change anything about my life other than to have move sex more often. Sensing my nervousness you again assure me that this is a purely medical engagement and that there is nothing that I need to worry about. Gently you stroke my face to help soothe my nerves, it is slowly working and I find myself getting a little weak in my knees what with having such a sexy woman standing in front of me stroking my face. Finally, you lean in and press your soft red lips to mine, giving me a soft calming kiss.
You back off and ask “is everything is all right? Are you feeling all right with the treatment up to now?” I respond saying “that I am not totally comfortable, but since this is a purely medical experiment I don’t see the problem with continuing.” This causes you to smile and you proceed to kiss me again, this time harder and with more passion, slipping your tongue into my mouth, which I accept. I return the favor and bring my hand up to the back of your head.
After kissing for what seemed like forever, but couldn’t have been more than a minute you break the kiss and back up. Then you instruct me to remove my pants and sit down on the “exam table” as you want to proceed with the first leg of the treatment. I respond asking “wasn’t that the first part of the treatment?”
“No, that was just to make sure that you were comfortable” you respond, “this treatment may be entirely medical, but it is extremely personal and I wanted to make sure that you were going to be able to handle it.”
Again, I assure you that I will be able to handle it, and I take off my pants and boxers, freeing my already hard 6″ cock. Embarrassed I say “I’m sorry, sometimes he just can’t help himself.”
“That’s fine” you respond, “it’s purely natural, besides it is needed for the treatment to be effective so this just save time, now please sit on the exam table.”
I do as you respond and have a seat on the cold exam table, with that you proceed to open your blouse even further than it was to begin with and reveal a very tight and sexy red bra, barely holding in your bursting breasts. Then you reach down and grab my hard cock with your right hand, while proceeding to begin kissing me again. Slowly your right hand rubs my thick cock as you start kissing your way down to my neck. You let go of my cock only for a second to remove my shirt, when you get my shirt off you resume working on my cock and begin kissing your way down my chest.
Finally, I speak up, saying “listen, Nurse Betty, I understand that this is a medical treatment and all, but this doesn’t seem right, are you sure that this is going to work? I just don’t see how this is going to fix my problems.”
“Well,” you respond while never stopping what you are doing, “in order for me to fully understand and be able to fix your problem I need to see it in action to verify that my treatment will work.”
“I see, well I guess that is acceptable, so, what is the first leg of my treatment?”
“You just sit back and relax and I will show you.”
“Ok” I say as I lean back a little on the table and try to relax. Slowly you finish your way down my chest and your mouth is just inches from my cock head. Then suddenly you flick your tongue on the tip of my cock, sending shivers down my spine, I almost cum at that instant. The pre-cum is slowly flowing out as you lick up and down my shaft, paying special attention to my balls, which you take into your mouth once at a time.
Finally, as you sense that I am ready for that next step, you decide you have done enough teasing and proceed to take my entire cock into your mouth. It won’t be long right now, and you can tell, you move your tongue around while deep throating me. Picking up the pace your face is fucking my cock and I can’t take anymore, “I’m cumming” I scream to give you ample warning. This only adds to your resolve as you suck harder and harder craving my cum. Finally, I shoot my load into your mouth, at least 5 heavy spurts; you catch all of it in your mouth before moving off my cock.
I am panting heavily telling you how amazing that was, but you don’t say anything, instead your bring your mouth up to mine and press your tongue deep into my throat. You still have some of my cum on your tongue as you didn’t swallow it all, I have never tasted myself before, but this was so erotic that I just couldn’t get enough.
Finally, after 2-3 minutes of passionate kissing you pull back and ask me “so, now that the first leg of our treatment has been completed how do you feel?”
“Wow that was just amazing, you are amazing!”
“Well, I am glad to hear that”, she responded “so, tell me are you ready for more.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t think that I’ll be able to do much more at this point, which is exactly my problem.” I said, dejectedly almost at tears both from the great orgasm I just experienced along with the realization that I am not able to fully please someone as sexy as Nurse Betty.
“Not to worry”, reassuring me ‘this is a pretty common problem and I have a lot of experience with helping men such as yourself resolve similar issues.”
“Well, that is great news; I will do anything to be able to get going again and be better in bed.”
“That’s great to hear”, you say. Turning back into a medical mode you continue “well, it looks like right now that you simply aren’t excited is that true?”
“Well, to be honest, once I get off I do have some troubles getting excited, maybe that is my overall issue.”
“I see, well, here is what I am going to do. I want you to get up off the exam table and take off my blouse; I have already helped you a little by unbuttoning several of the buttons at the top.” I then proceed to do as I am requested. “Great”, you say “now, remove my bra.” After, I do this you continue, “Now, take off my skirt.” When I do this, it reveals the sexiest red thong that I have ever seen; I can’t help but thing just how lucky I am.
“All right, now I am going to sit up on the exam table, I want you to remove my thong using your teeth.” I give you a sly smile and get to work. I decide that the best approach was to work one side of the thin strap holding up your thong at a time. You put your legs up in the air to help me and slowly I move your sexy red panties up your legs a few inches on each side at a time.
Once I get your panties past your hips and towards your thighs you went dripping cunt comes into view. What a site to behold, you are shaved except for a little racing stripe above your engorged clit. Finally, once I feel that I have the panties down enough I take the middle part of them into my mouth, tasting your juices from your wet pussy and pull them the rest of the way off.
“Great work, “you say after I am done “now, are you ready for some more action?”
“As sexy as this has been, I just am not ready yet.” I respond, “I told you that it really is a major problem for me, I want to be able to do more with you right now Nurse Betty, but I just can’t get my cock to comply.”
“Hmm, I see that you are going to be a tougher case than I was expecting.” You pause for a minute thinking, adding “I have an idea, but isn’t going to be easy and will require some work on your part.”
I don’t hesitate in responding “I’ll do whatever I need to do, please anything!” I am practically begging you at this point.
“All right, what I want you to do is eat me out.”
“Anything you say.” I try to contain my excitement as while I am not ready for more action on my part at this point, once I smelled and saw your delectable pussy I just wanted to eat it. I dive in and lick you all over your thighs and all around your pussy lips. Finally, as you are squirming, desperate for me to lick your cunt, I flick my tongue over your large clit. This sends you into convulsions and I continue to lick and suck on your clit as your hips buck against my face. Finally, I stick my tongue deep into your cunt, sending shivers up your body. Meanwhile, I am tickling your clit with my right hand, rubbing the nub between my finger and thumb.
“Oh yes, I am cumming, don’t stop” you scream as I continue my assault on your pussy and clit. Finally, I feel your body freeze and within an instant my face is covered with your cum, I continue to attack your pussy with my tongue causing your to continue to cum against my face. After a few minutes and two more orgasms you tell me to stop and I move my face up to yours, locking our lips into a passionate embrace as our tongues wrestle inside our mouths.
I break the embrace after a few minutes and say “Thank you Nurse Betty.”
“Thank me? I should be thanking you!” You then ask “why are you thanking me anyhow?” In response I grab your right hand and move it down to my now hard again cock. You smile and ask, “So, does this mean you are able to go again?”
“Yes, I believe it does.”
“Good, but in order to make sure that my treatment has worked I need to actually see you through the end, after all that is the last part of the treatment.”
“I see,” I respond, “what does the last part of the treatment entail?”
“Well why don’t you lie down on this examination table and I can show you.”
As you get up, I take your place on the exam table. You then climb back onto the exam table, this time standing above me, with each of your feet to the outside of one of my hips. I stare up at your gorgeous body thanking God for the view as you slowly crouch down until your knees are almost fully bent and your hot dripping pussy is only an inch or two from the head of my hard cock. Just before finishing your decent you ask “Are you sure you are ready for the final phase of the treatment?”
“Oh yes, I can’t wait.” I was practically begging you as you slowly impale yourself on my cock. Slowly you kneel down, inch by inch, until you reach the base. Your pussy is so warm and wet wrapped as it engulfs my cock.
You rest at the base for a few seconds, adjusting to having my cock in you. Finally, you begin to move your hips up and down, slowly at first, but with increasing speed stroking my cock with your wet pussy. I reach up to touch your magnificent breasts and your nipples are hard as erasers as I give them a little pinch to send you jumping. Finally you lean down and place each breast in my mouth, allowing me to nibble on them, which is just making you scream harder! Meanwhile I am grabbing your ass and tickling your rear entry, which you seem to like as moments later you are screaming in orgasm from the multiple sensations throughout your body.
As you come down from your orgasm, you decide to change positions; you turn around and move into a reverse cowgirl. “My Nurse Betty, you sure know how to please a man don’t you.”
“Well,” you respond, “it is my job.”
Not only did you happen to find my favorite position, but you start playing with my balls and before long I am about ready to cum. I tell you and ask you where you want it. You respond, “Shoot that hot white cum into my pussy baby.” This dirty talk sends me over the edge and I fill your pussy with stream after stream of hot cum, more than I imagined possible given that I had gotten off just a few minutes ago.
After a few moments you get off me and say “now your treatment is complete and you should be cured.”
“Thank you, “I respond. “Can I come back for more treatments in the future if needed?”
“Of course, I am always eager to help anyone with any medical issues.”
- The End -
Take my word for it there is only one hospital in the world where a nurse can earn money like you can at the First Avenue Hospital for Men. If you have never heard of it chances are you never will.
I was approached to work at the hospital the day I graduated from nursing school.
The approach came from a tall bald man as I left my graduation ceremony with my parents. I later found out his name is Mr Forbes. He stopped me at the nursing school entrance and handed me a card.
“Come to this address tomorrow at noon,” he said. “We would like to offer you a job at our private hospital. We offer the highest salaries of any employer in the country.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He just simply walked away.
I didn’t have the best results and not a whole lot of other offers so I decided to go along to the address shown and see what they could offer.
I arrived at the hospital right on time. It was an old gothic style mansion in a nice part of town. I went up to the reception desk and was told I was expected.
As I waited for Mr Forbes to come for me I noticed a nurse walking through reception. She was my age and had a nurses uniform that looked like it was straight out of a porn movie. The dress barely covered her panties and her cleavage was sticking out of her unbuttoned front. On her head she wore the red cross cap.
“You have to be joking,” I thought.
“Miss Jones,” I heard a voice say. I turned and saw Mr Forbes had arrived. “This way,” he said and turned and walked down the corridor. Alarm bells were ringing in my head and I hesitated briefly but decided to follow him.
“I’ve come this far,” I thought. “Might as well go through with it.”
I followed Mr Forbes to a large office on the ground floor.
He sat down behind a large desk and asked me to sit on a chair opposite him.
“I am a busy man,” he said. “So forgive me for getting straight down to business. We are an exclusive private hospital specialising in mens health. Our rates are so high that only the wealthiest can afford our services. We charge higher rates than anyone else because we offer services that no-one else offers.”
“Such as?” I asked.
“Well, such as you,” he said.
“Me? But I’m a new graduate and my grades aren’t that good.”
“Quite frankly I couldn’t give a shit about your grades. Neither could our clients. Some of them are sick, some of them are just looking for a break. They all pay the same.”
“You mean some aren’t even sick? Then why are they here?”
“They’re here for our services. Our services are provided by nurses just like you.”
“What services?” I asked.
“Alright,” said Mr Forbes. “You’re not getting it so I will spell it out for you.”
He stood up and came around to sit on the edge of the desk in front of me.
“We want to offer you a five million dollar contract over three years.”
My jaw dropped open in shock.
“In return you will service any one of our patients in any way they ask.”
“What do you mean by service?” I asked.
“Most of them will only want a blowjob. Some will want to suck your tits. A few will want anal and some will just want a fuck. Whatever they ask you give and at the end of three years you will be five million dollars richer.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. I was so angry, this was so disrepectful to women, to my profession, to what I believed in but it was so much money.
“What you want is a hooker,” I said. “Not a nurse!”
“No, I need a nurse,” he said. “This is a real hospital and some of our patients are really sick so we need real nurses. Think about it. Three years from now you could be twenty four and worth five million dollars. You could go the General Hospital and work your heart out and it would take you around 200 years to make the same money.”
When I said nothing he smiled. I could tell he knew I was tempted. He was right, I would never have a chance like this again. In some ways it was my only chance. I wasn’t a very good nurse. Three years and I would be able to do anything.
“Is it a secret?” I asked.
“Do you mean will you lose your reputation if you say yes? Trust me no-one will ever know. The patients won’t tell and neither will I. A lot of girls have worked here and I bet you’ve never heard of any of them.”
I wanted to say no. I wanted to walk away. But something stopped me.
“You have a choice here,” he said. “A life of wage slavery changing bed pans and cleaning up vomit or three years here and a life of leisure.”
“What are the hours?” I asked.
“Ah,” he said. “It is a live in role. You are on call all the time and always on site. But there are fifty girls here and we make sure you get plenty of rest. It is in our interests to have you fresh for the patients.”
“Can I think about it?”
“No,” he said. “You can’t. You either walk over to the closet in the corner and put on your uniform right now or you walk out and never mention it again. If you are thinking of blowing the whistle I have to advise you against it. We have some powerful clients. It would not go well for you.”
He returned to his seat and went on with some paperwork as if I wasn’t in the room. I sat in that chair for ten minutes unable to move and unable to make a decision.
Finally I felt myself getting up, still unsure of my own decision, and found my feet taking me towards the closet.
I opened the closet door and found a rack of nurses uniforms like the one worn by the nurse in reception. I went into the closet and closed the door behind me and took off my clothes.
All the uniforms seemed too tight but I guess that was the point. I found one that I was able to squeeze into. The top three buttons were missing so I had no choice but to leave them undone.
Nervously I stepped out of the closet. Mr Forbes watched me approvingly as I crossed the room and returned to my seat by his desk.
“Excellent,” he said. He handed me some papers.
“You’ll need to sign this contract,” he said. “You can read it if you like. Basically it says the duties you are expected to perform and details the payments you receive. In short any sex act on any man on request for three years and at the end of that time you are five million dollars richer.”
“Is it safe sex?” I asked.
“Yes, in a way,” he replied. “All of our patients are checked for STD’s before they are admitted and you already have been.”
“No I haven’t,” I said.
“Yes, you have. That medical you did a few weeks ago at the nursing school was for our benefit. Like I said we have powerful friends in lots of places. We’ve had people watching you for a long time. Like porn we don’t use condoms and you will swallow but nobody has an STD.”
“Swallow,” I thought. “Oh my God, he means sperm!”
I had never even given head before then and so the idea of swallowing had never occured to me before. I’d had sex a couple of times but it had always been safe and normal. I was having serious second thoughts but always something wouldn’t let me back out.
“Can I show the contract to a lawyer?”
“Of course not,” he said. “What we do here is secret and will stay that way. The contract is straight forward and there are no hidden clauses. You sign it or leave.”
I read the contract over three times. It really was straight forward. Sex for money. Lots of sex but also lots of money.
“Can I see my family still?”
“No, you are here all the time. You can speak to them on the phone but that is your only contact. You are to tell them your job was overeas and started immediately. No chance for goodbyes. All meals, uniforms and accommodation is provided for. You will need for nothing and will not need money.”
Mr Forbes waited patiently as I read through the contract one last time.
I felt my hand reach for a pen. Five million dollars. The amount seemed to hypnotise me, to cloud my judgement. I saw my hand signing the contract almost as if my will was being driven by an outside force. As soon as I had signed the contract fell to the floor and I found myself crying.
Mr Forbes picked up the contract and put it in a safe in the wall. He then turned back to me.
“You are to start immediately,” he said. “You share a dorm with the other nurses on the third floor. For now you are to report for duty to the head nurse on the second floor.”
He sat back at his desk and began to write. Sensing that I was dismissed I walked out of the room.
“Miss Jones?” a young nurse asked me as I stepped into the hall. She was about my age and wearing the same uniform. One thing I was starting to notice about the nurses around here was that, like me, they had big breasts.
“Yes,” I said.
“Come with me. I’ll show you to your ward.”
I followed her down the hall to an elevator. She pressed the up button and we waited.
“Do you have any questions?” she asked. “I know you must be nervous. I was so scared when I started here.”
“Mostly I want to know if it is for real,” I said. “Do we really get the money?”
“The money is all too real,” she said. “To be honest none of us would make it if they money wasn’t so big.”
The doors of the elevator opened and we went in. She pressed the button for level two.
“Is it bad?” I asked. “The way they treat you.”
“Yes,” she said. “Trust me if you are human you will hate it. You are going to curse yourself. You are going to cry and you are going to want to leave. We all do for a while. But after a while you’ll start counting down the days. Just make sure none of it shows. If one of the patients complain they can cut your contract. You are out on the street, no money.”
The doors of the elevator opened and we walked into the ward. I froze.
In front of me in the hall a nurse was on her knees in front of a naked overweight man. Her head was bobbing up and down and his hands were on her head forcing it back and forth.
The nurse took me by the hand and led me to a nurses station further down the hall.
“My God,” I said. “That’s going to be me one day isn’t it?”
“That will be you every day,” she said. “Get used to it or get out.”
A bell rang on the desk.
“Look at this,” she said.
I looked and saw a row of lights with words written on them. They said “Oral nice, Oral forced, Missionary nice, Missionary forced, Anal nice, Anal forced, Threesome, Handjob nice, Handjob forced.”
Only two of the lights were lit. Oral nice and Anal forced.
“Which one do you want?” she asked.
“What!” I said.
“These lights are activated by patients. Someone must obey them within two minutes. All the other girls are busy.”
I stared at the lights in disbelief.
“Cause it’s your first day I’ll take the forced anal. You get oral nice.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“Oral nice. Give him a blowjob like you like it. Nice means it’s your idea and you want it. Forced means it’s his idea and he rapes you in the mouth. You’re lucky this time. Next time you get forced anal.”
“It’s barbaric,” I said.
“It’s what you signed up for,” she said. “Yours is room 4. Trust me this one’s a piece of cake. He’ll want you to swallow and he’ll want you to act horny and like you want it. Do it well because he tips well.”
“Tips?” I said.
“Didn’t they tell you? Five million is the base rate. If the patients like you they can add to it. One girl left last year with twenty million dollars from three years.”
She walked away and I found myself looking around for room 4.
I found it near the elevator. The nurse who had been giving head before was gone and so was her patient. Nervously I pushed open the door.
There was only one man in the room. He was sitting up in bed. I walked across the room, feeling his eyes on my breasts as I walked. I picked up his chart at the end of the bed and read it.
“No known illness,” was all it said.
I looked up at him and smiled. He seemed to be waiting for me to make the first move.
I crossed to his side and sat on the edge of the bed. I began to slowly unbutton my uniform.
“You know,” I said. “I’ve been working so hard today. I haven’t had a chance to eat. I haven’t had anything in my mouth all day.”
My stomach churned as I spoke. Only hours ago I was any other nursing graduate. Now I was basically a high priced hooker.
“How can I do this?” I thought as I pulled open my uniform and unhooked my bra. “I’ve never even given a blowjob, now I have to do it on demand!!”
I removed my bra and moved his hands to cup my breasts. It was as if my mind and my body were disconnected. As if I was watching the scene from outside my body I became aware my head was going down towards his crotch.
I pulled down his pyjama pants and his small limp penis came into view. I had never seen a penis so limp and pathetic before. I could tell I was not the first nurse he had summoned today and I was going to have a hard time getting him going.
I stuck out my tongue and licked over the head of his penis and let out a soft moan as he began to massage my breasts with his hands. I moved down onto my knees on the floor and he sat up on the edge of the bed.
I lifted his still limp cock and licked underneath and then down to his deflated balls. I took the whole sack into my mouth and began to hum gently. His cock grew a little and slowly began to harden as I looked into his eyes with his cock in my mouth.
I took my mouth off his balls and said “I love the taste of your cock,” and began to lick up his shaft to the head once more. I paused as I reached the head, a last lingering sense of doubt and fear gripping me. I felt disgust in myself for having been bought so easily.
I looked down at his small pathetic penis as it struggled to harden. I had a desperate desire to just stand and walk away. My knees ached on the cold hard floor and I could think of no more degrading thing to be doing. At that moment I heard a scream of pain and terror and realised it was the nurse who I had met earlier. She must have been in the middle of her forced anal encounter.
“There are worse things,” I thought. “And they will happen to me if I stay.”
“Stop teasing me bitch and suck it,” said the old man.
I wanted to slap him. I wanted to run. But the lure of up to twenty million dollars made me stay. It made me smile at him instead of spit. It made me slowly bend and take his penis in my mouth.
I sucked tightly on to the shaft and began to bob my head up and down in his lap as his cock began to harden in my mouth.
He put his hands in my hair and tightened his grip, roughly guiding my head up and down. His cock was cold and slimy and it felt like a snake in my mouth.
“Oh,” he cried. “I love the new ones.”
He pushed my head down and forced me to hold still with his now hard cock resting in my mouth. I licked my tongue around it in circles and told him in garbled words that I loved his cock in my mouth.
He gripped me harder and stood up pushing me back so my bum rested on my heels. He held my head in both hands and began to fuck my face making it harder and harder for me to pretend that I was enjoying it. He then pushed his cock into my cheek causing it to bulge. He slapped his cock with his hand through my cheek then forced it back into my mouth and fucked me as he held me by my ears.
I kept eye contact with him and could see the raw lust in his eyes.
“Oh yeah bitch! Suck that cock!”
He tensed and stopped fucking and he raised himself on to his toes as he pushed his small cock as far into my mouth as it would go. I felt it spasm and a trickle of foul tasting cum drained lazily onto my tongue. It was clearly not his first load for the day.
“Swallow it slut,” he said.
I couldn’t help but grimace as I swallowed the sperm. It felt like a slug as it went down and some of it seemed to get stuck to
the walls of my throat.
He pushed me to the ground and then casually climbed back into bed.
I stood and watched him for a moment.
“What?” he said gruffly.
“Is there anything else you would like?” I asked putting my bra and uniform back on.
“Yeah,” he said rudely. “You to fuck off!”
I turned and walked out of the room.
“If that is nice,” I thought. “How will I handle forced?”
When I got back to the nurses station I found there were four other nurses there. One was bent over the desk being fucked in the arse by a doctor and the other three talked together around them, as if nothing was happening.
“You must be Nurse Jones,” said the doctor arse fucking the nurse. “How is your first day?”
“OK,” I lied. It hadn’t occured to me that we also had to service the other staff.
“Done anyone yet?” asked a nurse.
“Room 4,” I said.
“Blowjob right,” she said. “Easy start. Small dick and doesn’t last long.”
I could hear the nurse I met earlier screaming in the distance. No-one even seemed to notice.
The bell rang. “Anal forced,” lit up. Room 10.
“It’s all yours,” said a nurse beside me.
“I just did one,” I protested.
“I had two anals today already,” she said. “You did one little blowjob. Your turn.”
“But what do I do?” I asked.
“It’s forced,” she said. “Not much. That one has cancer. Probably three months to live. He is in pain and hates the world. He wants you to suffer too. But he’s promised to leave a fair bit of money to his favourite.”
“So I just go in and lie down?”
“No, play nurse for a bit. When you’ve teased him a bit find a reason to turn your back and bend over. He’ll do the rest.”
I looked at the doctor arse fucking the nurse at the station. You could see the look of pain on her face was as real as the look of pleasure on his.
“Men are bastards,” I thought.
There was a blood pressure gauge at the nurses desk. I took it and a thermometer and headed for room 10.
As I opened the door I saw the patient was a middle aged man. He was bald and thin like many cancer patients and he appeared to be asleep. For a moment I thought about leaving him but wondered if his sleep was all a part of the game he wanted to play with me.
I wheeled the blood pressure gauge into the room and sat by his bedside. There was a chart at the end of his bed which told me his last name was McKay.
“Mr McKay,” I said. “Time for your check up.”
He turned and blinked his eyes as if just waking but I could tell it was an act.
“Again,” he said. “Won’t you people give me any peace?”
I noticed he had a pair of handcuffs in his right hand.
“For me, I guess,” I thought. “Better pretend not to see.”
I kept my mind on the fact that he was going to die and one nurse stood to make millions.
“Sorry,” I said. “Doctors orders.”
I wrapped the blood pressure strap around his arm and began to make the measurement. His blood pressure was very high.
I smiled at him but he didn’t notice. His eyes were on every move and jiggle of my breasts.
“Time to get on with it,” I thought. “No point in delaying it.”
I pretended to drop the thermometer and turned around to pick it up. I bent at the waist and reached down to the floor, allowing my uniform to rise up and reveal my panties.
I heard him shift on the bed.
Suddenly he sprang and roughly forced me face first into the wall. He pinned my hands behind my back and used his handcuffs to bind my wrists together.
“No!!” I screamed playing the game. “Help!”
“Shut the fuck up bitch!” he screamed. He the threw me to the ground. I tried to stand but he jumped on my back then sat down on me.
I began to plead for him to untie me but he pulled up my dress and tore off my panties, ripping them in two in the process.
With his knees he forced my legs apart and used his hands to spread open the cheeks of my butt.
I felt him fumbling around in his pants for a moment and then his hard cock began to press against my arse. My hole clenched instinctively but he pushed hard and I felt my anal cavity stretched as his cock penetrated me.
Pain like I had never known before spread from my arse to every square inch of my body. I screamed in genuine pain and felt his cock grow harder inside of me as my suffering turned him on.
He pushed my face into the cold hospital floor as he began to pound my arse. I was bound by my wrists and stretched out below him, pinned down and penetrated deep into my arse.
“Feel the pain, you fucking slut. You want my money bad enough for this! You want my money? Answer me bitch!”
“No,” I lied. “No, I just want to be a nurse. Please stop!”
“Bullshit,” he said. “That light lit up and you came running.”
His cock felt like a hot poker in my arse. Tears flowed down my face as it slid in and out of my tight virgin arse.
“You couldn’t help yourself bitch. Just a quick fuck and the money is yours you thought.”
He brought me up to my hands and knees and ripped my uniform fro me. My breasts bounced free and rocked back and forth as he thrust in and out of me.
He took my hair in his hands and used it to pull my head back. He stretched my neck until I was looking directly up at the ceiling as he pushed me closer to the wall with each hard thrust.
He pulled out and spun me around so his cock was in my face. I could smell my arse on his cock and reeled at the taste of myself on his cock as he forced it in my mouth.
His cock was much bigger than the man in room 4 and he brutally pushed the foul smelling prick deep into my throat. I couldn’t help but gag as he forced my head up and down rapidly on his cock.
Saliva and vomit mixed together in my mouth and around his cock. The mixture filled my mouth and I couldn’t help but let some leak out of my lips and cover my chin and breasts.
He took the liquid and smeared it into my face then began to pound my face with his cock so fast I thought my neck would break.
Finally he pulled out and aimed his cock into my eyes. Three waves of cum covered my eyes completely and I could see nothing as he let me go and I fell to the floor exhausted and broken.
With my hands cuffed behind my back I couldn’t wipe the cum out of my eyes and I was too weak to stand and too sore to move.
I felt him lean over me and cold metal sweep across my eyelids. The cum cleared enough for me to open my eyes. He knelt over me, a spoon full of cum in his hands. He pressed it to my lips and I reluctantly opened my mouth.
He emptied the cum into my mouth and I swallowed.
“There you go, bitch, dinner,” he said.
He turned me over again and untied my handcuffs then returned to his bed.
I stood and found my bra and panties were in pieces but my uniform was OK. Disposing of my underwear in a bin in the corner I put my uniform back on and left the room.
The patient in room 10 was already asleep.
“Aww, I’m honored,” Syn said, giving me a sexy smirk. I was absolutely terrified to know what my mom had said to him.
“Why?” I asked, dumbfounded, “What did she tell you?”
“Oh,” he said, walking over to me nice and slow, “I believe she said something about you talking about ‘me and my band’ for years now…”
My face flushed… this was one of those moments when I could absolutely die of embarrassment.
“Yeah… so what?” I asked, walking away from him.
“Aww, Kia… you’re blushing,” he said, following me and running his calloused finger along my heated cheek.
“Brian, stop it!” I said, smacking his hand away playfully.
“It’s cute,” he said, pushing me backwards on my bed and pressing kisses on my bare stomach down over my covered mound.
“Syn…” I groaned as he pulled my basketball shorts down over my thighs. I felt an electrical current everywhere he touched me… it was addictive.
“Kia…” he whispered against my soaked pussy. He reached his left hand up to stroke my nipple as he lowered his hot mouth on my clit.
“Fuck, Syn!” I screamed as his skilled tongue bathed my slit. I began to buck my hips, pushing my dripping pussy in his face. He stilled my body with one hand as he dipped his tongue inside of me.
“Damn, Kia,” he groaned as he sloppily slurped my wetness, “You taste so fucking good.”
He slipped two fingers deep inside of me, angling them to perfectly stroke my g-spot. I screamed his name as I squirted my juices into his waiting mouth. When I finally came down from my high, he looked at me and smirked…
“You know what?” he asked, ” I think it’s time for you to meet the band.”
“Gates! Quit tongue-gagging her and bring her ass in here!” A tall, lanky man with his black hair cut in a funky hairstyle shouted out the open door. Jesus Christ, it’s The Rev! I could hardly contain myself!
“Alright!” he shouted back. He had me pinned against his car, dominating my mouth with his. It all started with him getting me mentally prepped for the rest of Avenged and ended with this.
“You ready, Dollface?” he asked, planting a final kiss to my swollen lips. I nodded, though my heart was pounding uncomfortably in my chest.
He wrapped a protective arm around my waist and walked me up the stairs. He opened the door and escorted me through it.
“About fucking time!” Jimmy yelled, making me jump. Before I knew it, he was beside me, taking my hand in his and placing a small kiss on it. He moved like a snake. “And who is this delectable creature? I’m Jimmy.” He winked at me.
“She is mine, James,” Syn said, staring daggers at him.
“Your what exactly, Brian?” Jimmy asked, raising an eyebrow.
Syn opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a short man with blond and black hair styled in a Mohawk bursting in the door. Johnny fucking Christ!
“Sorry I’m late,” he began but stopped when he saw me, “Hello,” he said, winking at me and prolonging the ‘o’ sound.
“Back off, Short Shit!” Syn barked. I was in absolute shock… my favorite band was here…fighting over me!
“Fuck you, Cripple!” Johnny shot back. Johnny struck a cord but Syn wasn’t about to let him know it.
“Jesus, do you guys ever fucking stop?” asked a man with black hair, green eyes, and full, pouty lips… it was Zacky V… I was gonna die!
“He started it,” Johnny said, pointing at Brian like a child.
“Well, I’m finishing it,” A voice said from the top of the staircase, I looked up to see a tall, muscular man with broad shoulders, tattoos, aviator sunglasses and a lip ring. The one and only: M. Shadows. Change of panties anyone?
“And who the hell are you, Shadows?” Syn asked, turning his head roughly to look at him.
“I’m Daddy,” Matt said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Bullshit, you’re just a ‘roided up jackass that chooses to wear sunglasses inside…real smart,” Syn said, laughing.
“I’m not ‘roided up…” Matt said, taking off his sunglasses. “Who’s that?”
“This is my… friend, Kia,” Syn said with a smile. “Kia, this is everybody.”
“That introduction doesn’t do us justice, Gates, ” Zacky said, wiggling his eyebrows and looking at me, “I’m Zacky.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said, blushing.
“What about me? Was it nice to meet me?” Jimmy asked, pouting like a child… he was too cute.
“It was nice to meet you, too, Jimmy,” I said with a laugh.
Matt made his way down the staircase and took my hand in his: “I’m Matt.” My hand seemed so small in his. I smiled at him broadly and told him how nice it was to meet him.
“Kia, I’m Johnny… Do you wanna hang out sometime? Just you and me?” Johnny asked with a smirk. I must have turned twenty different shades of red when he asked me that…
“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” I asked, uncomfortably.
“I do… but when have a very open relationship,” he said, licking his lips seductively. Jesus, Johnny Christ.
“Well, we don’t,” Syn said, staring him down.
“But Syn, you said she was a friend… We share friends here,” Johnny reminded him. I felt nauseous… damn the Rockstar lifestyle.
“Yeah, Syn… She’s a friend,” Jimmy said, snaking a long, slender arm around my waist, sending chills up my spine.
“This is different,” Brian said, pulling me away from Jimmy.
“How is this different?” Zacky asked, undressing me with his beautiful, green eyes.
“Enough! If he doesn’t want to share, he doesn’t have to! Now, I suggest you guys treat her like a friend and not a cock target,” Matt said sternly. I was halfway happy that he intervened. Syn walked me to the large living room of whoever’s house this was and pulled me close next to him.
“I guess your right,” Johnny said, eyes downcast, “you want a beer?”
“Of course she doesn’t! She wants one of those girly drinks, dontcha?” Jimmy asked looking at me excitedly, “I make the best girly drinks!”
“No, thank you, Jimmy… I don’t drink,” I said feeling a bit bad… he had really wanted to make me a drink. A disappointed look painted his face.
“You want a smoke?” Zacky asked, offering me a Marlboro.
“I don’t smoke, either,” I said, declining.
“Jesus, what are you… a nun?” Matt asked, taking a swig of his beer.
“No,” Syn said, smiling, “She’s a nurse.”
“To the pool!” Jimmy bellowed, pointing out the back door. Jimmy had a kicking and screaming Johnny thrown over his shoulder, carrying him into the backyard. Johnny had lost a staring contest to him and Jimmy was about to throw him into the pool… these boys had had a little too much to drink
“Put me down, you gangly freak,” Johnny shouted with no luck.
“As you wish,” Jimmy shrugged, throwing him into the pool. A few seconds later, he resurfaced sputtering and splashing water up on Jimmy.
“You owe me a new phone, Asshole,” he said, staring daggers at Jimmy.
“I will happily buy you a new phone…it was totally worth it,” Jimmy teased.
I couldn’t take their constant ridiculing of Johnny. Poor guy. I walked over to him, extending a hand to help him out.
“Awww, Kia… why are you ruining our fun?” Zacky asked, shaking his black hair.
“She’s aiding the enemy! She must share his fate!” Jimmy bellowed and before anyone could stop him, he pushed me in.
“Motherfucker!” I screamed when I finally resurfaced. I was happy that my phone was still inside sitting on the coffee table.
“Not cool, Jims,” Syn said, turning his chocolate eyes on him disapprovingly.
“What?!” he asked, looking innocent.
Syn said nothing, he just stripped down to his boxers and began to get into the water. I would never get used to seeing that sexy man’s tattooed skin.
“Brian, don’t! You can’t get your cast wet,” I reminded him.
“Hold on a sec,” Matt said, disappearing into the house coming out with a long, black elastic sleeve. I did not want to think about what Matt had used that for.
“Fucking sweet,” Brian said, slipping the sleeve over his cast and doing a cannonball in the pool.
Zacky, Jimmy, and Matt followed suit, stripping off their clothes and jumping in the pool. Johnny threw his shirt and shorts on the side of the pool and I knew that he, too was in the pool with me in his boxers. I was surrounded by the shimmering, wet, tattooed skins of the men from Avenged Sevenfold… They were too perfect! One of them swam beneath me and grabbed my feet. I screamed as Jimmy lifted me out of the water and dunked me.
“Jimmy!” I squealed, gasping for breath.
“I love how you say my name, Sexy,” he said, winking at me. I splashed him in the face and he gave me a hurt puppy dog face.
“Save it!” I said, splashing him again. He stared daggers at me with his blue eyes before busting out laughing.
“You know, you’re still fully dressed, Kia,” Zacky said, circling me like a shark.
“That’s because I’m getting out of this pool and drying off,” I grumbled, walking towards the pool ladder.
“Aww, Dollface, don’t be like that,” Syn said, looking up at me.
I pulled my wet body out of the pool only to be met by whistling and lots of hoots and hollers. “Knock it off,” I grumbled at them, picking up a towel.
“Come on, Kia… don’t go in! Swim with us,” Matt said, splashing water up on me.
“I don’t have a swimsuit,” I shrugged.
“Uh yeah, you do… strip down, Woman… we won’t hold it against you!” Jimmy said, smirking.
I sighed. If everyone else was gonna be out here in the pool, I certainly couldn’t go into someone’s house I just met and wait. ‘Fuck it,’ I grumbled. I looked at Brian for approval and when he nodded, turned my back to them and pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra. I thanked God that today I was wearing a matching set.
“Holy shit! She’s a fan girl!” Jimmy said, excitedly. I blushed, not turning around.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna share, Syn?” I heard Johnny ask behind me.
“Fucking no,” Syn snapped.
“Fine,” Johnny grumbled.
After pulling my shorts off, I stood at the pool’s edge being met by an assortment of different colored lust-filled eyes.
“What?!” I asked, throwing up my hands up.
“Why didn’t you tell us that you were a fan?” Johnny demanded, wide-eyed.
“Don’t feel bad. I had to find out from her mom,” Syn said, smirking at me.
“You’ve met her mom?” Matt asked, looking at Brian in disbelief, “You must have it bad for this one.”
“I haven’t met her mom, I talked to her on the phone,” Syn countered, careful neither to confirm or deny Matt’s accusation. Confirming would make us more than friends, denying would give his friends the green light to put the moves on me. He wanted neither. In an effort to keep the moment from becoming awkward for Syn, I ran and jumped into the pool.
“Alright, Fan Girl!” Jimmy said, swimming over to me.
After swimming for almost two hours, we all went into the house and ordered pizza.
“This is good,” Brian said between bites, “but Dollface here knows an amazing Chinese food place that woulda made me gain thirty pounds… I woulda been looking like fat ass over there.” He nodded his head at Zacky who had a mouthful of pizza.
“Fuck you!” Zacky mumbled at him, “At least I can do this,” he said, rolling his arm in a wave ending in a presentation of his middle finger.
“Ow, that hurts,” Brian said, lighting up a Marlboro, “Don’t even start,” he said, watching my face change as he wrapped his lips around the cigarette.
“Fine,” I said, scooting out of his embrace.
“Come here, Kia… I’m not smoking,” Jimmy said with a sexy smirk.
“No,” Syn said, looking between Jimmy and I.
“You know what they say: ‘Just a spoonful of Jimmy-,’” he said, walking over to me.
” ‘-makes a bitch feel like her mouth is swimming.’ Back off,” Syn said, putting out his cigarette and pulling me flush against his body. My nipples hardened at the sensation.
“Party pooper,” Jimmy grumbled, taking a swig of his beer.
“We’re gonna head out,” Brian said, getting to his feet.
“And just where are you two going?” Zacky asked, raising his eyebrow.
“To fuck,” Matt said, laughing, “Where else do you think they’re gonna go?”
“Hell yeah, we are,” Syn said, wrapping his non-injured arm around my waist. I could have moaned aloud at the possessive gesture. He led me to the door with a smoldering look in his brown eyes.
“Shit, I don’t blame him… I’d fuck the shit outta her if I could,” Jimmy said as we were walking out the door.
“Shut up, Rev,” Matt said, throwing a pillow at him.
- The End -
Anna finished her check of the patient’s vitals and turned to leave the room, glancing at the comatose man as she started to leave. The immense tent in the middle of the sheet covering him made her stop in her tracks and do a double-take.
She automatically glanced to the man’s face, but he was still out. She glanced at the EEG readout- no movement there, or in any other metric being tracked.
Her eye’s returned to the bulge. She had heard of the phenomenon of spontaneous erections in comatose patients before, but had never observed one, not in four years of ICU experience. She considered getting the attending: she could always page him back to the unit- but this was hardly an emergency.
She did a quick neurological exam and noted no new response- in all respects the patient remained catatonic. Her eyes drifted back down yet again to the erection, which remained standing tall.
The patient arrived on the unit only a few hours ago. He had been found naked and unresponsive in a vacant lot, but had no evident sign of trauma or injury. They had done a quick MRI and some other tests, but found no indication of internal injury or brain damage.
Anna had assisted in the general physical examination earlier, and had seen the man naked, just like thousands of others before him. She hadn’t noted any remarkable penis size at the time, but then again, she had been operating in a detached, professional mode at the time, and then there was also the fact that she had sworn off men a couple of years earlier, so she had no innate interest in male genitalia in general.
But the size of the tent in front of her indicated a pretty impressive tool. She felt an almost overwhelming urge to lift the sheet and take a peek, and was absolutely shocked with herself. She jerked bolt upright, and expression of horror on her face as she realized her hand had already been creeping towards the edge of the sheet.
“I am a professional!” She said aloud in an indignant tone. She would walk out of the room and note the event in the patients chart in a strictly clinical manner and move on to the next patient, like she ought to be doing, she thought.
But her feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, and her eyes to the mound. The impulse was impulse was irresistible. She licked her lips and glanced quickly out towards the nursing station, the central hub of the ICU, and from which all rooms could be viewed. There were two nurses at the station, both busy with their computers and charts.
She reached out hesitantly with a trembling hand, and as she did, a part of her mind screaming in protest at the absurdity of it. It’s not like this sort of thing didn’t happen- this would hardly be the first time someone snuck a peek at a patients privates. Nor was it that she was some sort of prude or straight-arrow. But she did take an enormous amount of pride in her professionalism, and her clinical detachment. The notion that she suddenly couldn’t control herself was far more disturbing than the thought of taking a peek at a patient’s privates.
With a final glance at the nursing station she lifted the sheet. The sight of the cock that was revealed was literally breath-taking. The cock was magnificent. It wasn’t just about the size. She had seen bigger- hell, she had fucked bigger back in her heterosexual days.
It was the sheer beauty of the thing: it had some unreal, almost impossible appeal to it- perfectly symmetrical, perfectly shaped in every detail. It tapered upwards, seeming to thicken towards the tip, and the knob was..simply gorgeous. That was the only word that came to her to describe it.
And- the cock seemed to almost have some sort of inner glow, somehow. It was so beautiful it was almost asexual. But that was an impression that almost immediately passed and Anna felt a wave of pure lust run through her with an intensity that made her shiver.
She glanced one more time outside, but frankly at this point it wouldn’t have mattered if the Chief of Staff of the Hospital was coming through the door. She reached out and grasped the rigid member with her right hand. Some part of her brain that was still functioning in a clinical capacity noted that the penis was dangerously warm- almost hot, but the part that was in control couldn’t care less if it was on fire.
Incredibly, she felt herself orgasm. Just from holding the damned thing, she came, her knees almost buckling. She clutched the side of the bed with her other hand and gasped out loud. “But I’m not even straight!” She thought as she rode the sensations, a series of throbs of pleasure radiating out from her clitoris.
She was finally aware of something else, too. Some…contact. Her eyes shot to the man’s face. No change whatsoever, nor on the monitors. But she had heard….a voice. Or …something.
She released the cock and stepped back, and the sense of being compelled, controlled, faded immediately. Almost as soon as she let it go, the hard-on began to wilt, and in just a few seconds the penis was entirely flaccid.
“Wow- mister, you’re sure a grower, not a shower.” She said half-out loud. Limp, it couldn’t by any stretch of the imagination be called anything more than average-sized- no wonder she hadn’t noted it earlier.
She rearranged the man’s gown and sheets, and then stared at his face. The man was handsome, but not devastatingly so. Likewise, he was well-built, but not ripped with muscle. He was hardly a Greek god or anything.
The voice, or whatever it had been, had tried to tell her something, and she frowned as she thought about it. Just concentrating on it made her aware of a dim, very faint buzzing sound, like the wings of some tiny insect.
She shook her head- she had work to do, and it was time she got back to it.
The buzzing feeling wouldn’t go away, and the memory of the erection and her strange reaction to it stayed with her the rest of her shift and all the way home.
She was a runner, with a runners’ body, long and lean. She routinely did five miles after she got home from a shift, and the run usually let her purge herself from the sometimes traumatic and often heart-breaking events of her work. But for the entire run her memories were focused on that amazing experience, and her horniness seemed to increase with every step.
If she had a lover at the moment, Anna would have absolutely eaten her up and down, but she wasn’t in a relationship at the moment. And while there was a sort of fuck-buddy Anna could call on, she was a nurse too, and worked days, and was thus unavailable to her.
As she showered, she couldn’t keep her fingers off her clit, and masturbated to orgasm twice. But her pussy seemed to be on fire. She stepped out of the shower and made a cursory swipe with a towel to dry off, then ran to her bedroom.
She literally dove across her king-size bed, sliding on the satin sheets to yank open the drawer of the nightstand on the other side, where her toys were kept. She yanked out her usual favorite- her good old rabbit, and threw herself backward onto the bed.
The little electric wonder worked its magic on her engorged clitoris, and she writhed on the sheets in pleasure, her off-hand pinching and pulling at her smallish, pointed tits. Her nipples were distended like twin cases of lipstick, and she moaned as she tweaked them in turn.
She came again and then once more, and still wanted more. She went back to the drawer and sorted through it. She found the one she had been looking for- a highly realistic, flesh-colored dildo with a suction cup at the bottom. She grabbed it and hastily lubed it with some handy oil and rolled off the bed onto the floor. She growled in frustration as she realized the carpet was going to delay her pleasure, so she literally crawled naked across the bedroom floor to the polished wood of the hallway floor.
Thrusting base of the dildo down into a vacuum lock, she impaled herself on it, and gasped as it filled her. She reached out and braced herself against the hallway walls and began furiously plunging up and down on the artificial cock.
The image of the strange, glowing cock on the comatose man was like a vision of the Holy Grail to a questing knight before her- she could see it, almost touch it as it hovered in the air before her. She was dimly aware of the faint, persistent buzzing that had never stopped in the back of her skull getting stronger.
And suddenly, just as she came with intensity that made her shriek out loud in pleasure, she also knew what the buzzing was trying to say to her.
It was too soon… way too soon and I knew it. It’s only been what? Six days since I met him? Not even a fucking week! I felt like a fucking slut… I knew that I shouldn’t give in to the feeling of his lips against mine, the delicious taste of mint and Marlboros in my mouth, his intoxicating scent, or the way his hands rubbed up my back as he undid my bra and tossed it carelessly to the floor but all of my senses were being taken over by Synyster Gates.
I was definitely having second thoughts but they were being pushed to the back burner as he unbuttoned my jeans with one hand as he pushed me against my living room wall with the other.
“Brian…no,” I said, shaking my head and stifling a moan as he dipped his face down and took my left nipple into his mouth.
“Call me Syn,” he growled in my ear as he rubbed my pussy through my soaked panties.
“Syn… ooh!” I moaned as he slid my panties down my thighs and traced circles on my clit with his calloused finger.
“That’s it, Kia… give in,” he whispered as he returned his attention back to my breasts. I felt his hot breath on my nipples, causing them to harden in anticipation.
“No, Syn… it’s too soon,” I said quietly. I watched as his dark eyes looked up at me, his lust burning in the stare.
“Tell me to stop and mean it and I will, I don’t wanna do anything to make you feel uncomfortable, Dollface,” he said, still holding my gaze.
I wanted him and apparently, my mouth was silenced by human nature. He kissed my lips and pushed me harder against the wall to steady me. “Tell me you don’t want me to stop, Kia,” he whispered huskily into my ear.
“Syn… don’t stop,” said a voice that sounded like mine. I felt his hands travel down to his own pants and unbuttoned them. I reached down and pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor as well. My jaw dropped and my breath caught in my throat as I watched his tattoos become exposed to me… my eyes rolled hungrily over the ink that adorned his body. He had his dick out and was slowly rubbing it against my entrance. I let out an inhuman growl as he continued to tease me.
“What’s the matter, Babe? You feel something you want?” he said as he planted kisses along my collarbone.
“Yesss,” I hissed as desire built up in my body.
“Good, because I do, too,” he growled as he grabbed my right leg and hiked it over his non-injured arm and pushed into me to the hilt. I let out a deafening moan but he fucked me until I was silent. Apparently the cast was cramping his style because he grabbed my other leg and hiked it over his cast, using only the wall for support.
“Oh, Syn! You feel so good!” I moaned as I reached my hand between us and rubbed my clit.
“Fuck yeah, Kia! Rub that fucking pussy, Babe!” he said, releasing my right leg so he could grip my neck with his free hand. It didn’t take long before I felt my pussy begin to pulse around his thrusting cock. He fucked me hard and I loved every fucking minute of it.
“Fucking scream for me, Kia… scream my fucking name!” he demanded and he continued to mercilessly ram into my pussy. I came completely undone.
“Syn!” I screamed as he ravaged my body… my pussy groped him, enticing him to follow me to ecstasy.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Kia, I’m about to fucking blow,” he groaned, letting that be my warning as he thrusted in to me a final time, filling me with his cum.
He was breathing as hard as I was. He pulled out of me and sat me unsteadily on my feet, holding me upright until I regained balance. His cum dripped down my thigh.
He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me. “I am so sorry, Kia,” he whispered, kissing my neck.
“What’s wrong, Brian?” I asked, concerned… did I do something wrong?
“That wasn’t how I pictured it,” he began, making my heart sink… it was me. “You deserve better than this… a quick fuck against a wall,” he finished, making me feel a lot better.
“It’s okay, Baby, you can make it up to me…Take a shower with me and feed me!” I said, stripping the rest of his clothes off.
We all have our thoughts of what we would do to that celebrity if we only had the chance. Mine were: ‘If I ever got a chance with Synyster Gates, I would 1) memorize and trace every tattoo of his with my tongue, 2) find out firsthand if his long fingers were that talented with anything other than his guitar, and 3) find out if he tastes as good as he looks.’
I traced his tattoos with my tongue, all right, and that was what started round two in the shower. I found out that his fingers worked just as well on me, if not better than his guitar, hence, starting round three in my bed. Finally, I found that he tastes even better than he looks (though I didn’t think it was possible), therefore, possibly starting round four on my couch.
“Shit, woman! You’re trying to fucking kill me!” he hissed through clenched teeth as I ran my tongue along his shaft, looking into his dark eyes. I groaned at his taste as I licked the precum from the tip.
“I’m just taking advantage of the time I have with you,” I said before wrapping my mouth around the head and slowly making my way down.
“Ah, fuck! What do you mean?” he asked as I began to bob up and down on his cock, making loud, slurping noises. I shook my head to indicate that we’d talk later and that I was busy at the moment. He groaned words of encouragement as he began to thrust to meet my decent, shoving himself down my throat. Before long, his dick got rock hard in my mouth and he held my head in place as he filled my waiting mouth with his seed with a loud groan. I swallowed it all and crawled into his lap, savoring the memory of his taste. “You are fucking something, Kia,” he said breathing hard.
“…and his name is Synyster Gates,” I replied, kissing his neck. He chuckled deep in his throat and held me against his chest. I was fucking exhausted and he was as well. Soon, the growling of our stomachs, his in particular, reminded us of what we were supposed to be doing.
“Do you still wanna go to Denny’s?” he asked, holding his stomach.
“Not so much anymore… let’s order Chinese or something. I have chips to tie you over until it gets here,” I said matter-of-factly.
“Hell yeah,” he said sitting down on the couch and catching the bag of Bugles that I threw in his direction.
I picked up the phone and called Mandarin’s Chinese Restaurant and ordered my usual Special #2 with Garlic Chicken, Beef Broccoli, Chicken Fried Rice, Egg Drop Soup, and an Egg Roll… Brian was definitely gonna see how much I could put away on an empty stomach. I ordered him the same because he was indecisive as all hell, I hoped he’d like it.
I took a seat by him on the couch, never fully getting used to seeing him nude… his thick cock resting on his thigh. It’s one of those fan-things where you wonder for so long how he’s gonna look naked that when you really see, it’s unreal.
“You’re gonna have to put some clothes on, Sir,” I said, pointing my finger at him.
“Why?” he asked defiantly through a mouthful of Bugles.
“I don’t want my couch smelling like ass!” I said, laughing.
He swallowed the chips that were in his mouth and looked at me with that sexy look that made me leak every time. “It’s gonna smell like wet pussy, if anything,” he said with a deep, sexy chuckle.
“Point taken,” I said as I got up and put on some basketball shorts and a tank top. I came back, throwing him his boxers. “No raw ass on my couch!”
“Damn, okay!” he said, sucking the chip residue off of his fingers. Ugh! He was so fucking sexy! He stood up in all his Synyster glory and put on his boxers before plopping back down on the couch. I snuggled up next to him and turned on the TV. We watched House of Wax until the doorbell rang.
Syn stood up and grabbed his wallet out of his discarded jeans. He shamelessly opened the door in his boxers and paid the delivery boy whose name I remembered was Jin. I ordered from them often and I knew he would have a lot to say when he returned to the restaurant about ‘the nearly naked, tattooed man that answered the door at Miss Langston’s apartment.’
“Shit! This smells fucking incredible!” he exclaimed as he sat the bag down on my dining table.
“I know,” I agreed, the delicious aroma invading my nostrils as well. I walked to the table and opened the bag and divvied up the food. We sat down in the living room, eating in silence and watching the rest of House of Wax. Before long, we were finished with the meal and was time for fortune cookies. At the count of three, we cracked them open. My fortune read: Trust your intuition. The universe is guiding your life. ‘What the hell is that supposed to mean?’ I thought and shrugged… fortune cookies weren’t supposed to make sense.
“A pleasant surprise is in store for you,” Brian read aloud and looked at me. He shrugged his shoulders just as I did, further proving my point.
“I dunno, Brian,” I said, picking up the cartons and walking to the kitchen to throw them away. When I returned, he was looking at me intently. “What?” I asked, puzzled.
“Turn around,” he said quietly. I did so, in fear that something was on me.
“What is that?” he asked in the same, quiet voice.
“What is what?” I asked, still bewildered.
“Take off your shirt,” he said. He was really starting to creep me out.
I shrugged my shoulders and took it off, still oblivious to whatever the hell he was looking at.
“You knew! The whole time, you fucking knew!” he said excitedly.
Enough was enough. “I knew what, Brian?”
“You knew who I was,” he said simply.
Of course I knew who he was, what the fuck was he getting at? “Yes, I knew who you were the whole time… Synyster Gates: lead guitarist for…” I began, quickly realizing what he was staring at. I turned around quickly and blushed.
“I knew you had an idea, I just didn’t know how you were a fucking fan. Now, I find out you had fucking Death Bats the whole Goddamn time?!” he bellowed, causing me to be unsure of how he felt about the situation.
“Brian, when would it have been appropriate to tell you? When you asked me about my tattoos in the hospital? ‘Oh yes, Mr. Haner, I have tattoos and it just so happens that I have your band’s logo tattooed on my back?’ Yeah, that would have went over nicely,” I said, trying to make light of the situation.
“Yes! Sometime would have been nice… you know what? It doesn’t fucking matter,” he said, rising to his feet and walking over to me. He wrapped his hands around the base of my back and pulled me into a rough kiss, his erection pressing into my stomach. I released a moan as he began to knead my ass through my basketball shorts. “What’s my name?” he growled into my neck as he squeezed my breast simultaneously.
“Syn,” I moaned as he nipped at my neck.
“Yeah, Baby, that what I like to hear,” he grumbled, pushing my loose shorts to the ground, leaving me naked. “Again!” he demanded as he smacked my ass, the pain radiated through my body, making me even hotter. I bit my bottom lip, not giving him the satisfaction. Without missing a beat, he rammed two fingers inside me. “Say my fucking name,” he demanded, staring into my eyes as his skilled fingers stroked me closer and closer to glory.
“Syn!” I screamed as my first orgasm of this round rippled through me, making me weak in the knees.
He picked me up and carried me back to the bedroom. He sat me on the edge of the bed and told me to bend over. I obeyed, pushing my ass in the air. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer to him and stepped out of his boxers. He pushed just the head into my soaked pussy, causing me to let out a sharp breath. He pulled it out and roughly smacked my pussy with it, making me moan in my throat. I tried to push back on him to get him to enter me, but he backed away from my every attempt.
“Syn…” I whined as he pulled away for the last time. I felt so empty and I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock filling me to capacity.
Without a word or warning, he granted my silent wish and plunged into me forcefully. He grabbed a handful of my hair with his right hand and roughly smacked my ass with his left. He forcefully pulled my head back by my hair and growled: “What’s my fucking name?” as he pounded my pussy vigorously.
Again, I bit my lip to keep his name from escaping my lips. “Oh, so you’re not gonna talk? I’ll make you fucking talk,” he promised, gripping my neck with both hands as his cock entered me deeper than ever before. “Whose fucking cock is deep in your pussy, Kia?” he asked, jack hammering my tight cunt.
“Y-your’s,” I whispered, struggling to speak under his tight grip.
“Who. Am. I?” he asked between hard thrusts.
“Syn!” I screamed as I felt my pussy began to clinch down on his cock.
“Yeah, Baby, you know exactly whose making you feel so good, don’t you? You know exactly who I am,” he growled as he rolled his hips, gently massaging my spasming pussy. “Get ready, I’m about to cum,” he warned as he gripped and separated my ass cheeks, watching his hard cock disappear into my tight wetness. Before long, he was fucking me harder than ever, before pulling out and shooting his hot cum all over my back. He gently rubbed it into my tattoos. I now knew exactly how it felt to be drenched in Syn.
“So,” I began, exhaling softly as I laid my head on his chest, tracing my fingertips over his ‘FOREVER’ tattoo, “what now?”
He looked down at my face, searching it for the underlying meaning of my words. “What do you mean?” he asked, bewildered.
I shrugged my shoulders and spoke: “I mean, what do we do now? You’re bound to have to leave me for tours and there’s no way I can expect you to stay true to me on the road… Wait a minute, what the hell am I talking about? We’re not even in a real relationship…we don’t even have titles for each other! What is this?” I asked gesturing between us.
He studied my face for awhile and cleared his throat to speak: “This,” he began, repeating the gesture that I had just done, “is a connection between two people that neither of us want to break. This is a friendship that just so happened to evolve into something a little more. This is something beautiful, Kia,” he said as he kissed my lips.
I felt a warm sensation flood over me as he pulled me into an embrace. He made me feel great inside and out, I was in too deep and I knew it. I was right about one thing: he would be touring again very soon… then what? His soft kisses and warm hugs wouldn’t be there to comfort me, then. I should get out of this… now, before things could get any more complicated for us.
“Syn, we shouldn’t,” I whispered as he left a trail of kisses along my collarbone.
He stopped abruptly, looking into my eyes with such intensity that I was unable to look away. “What’s wrong, Kia… what are you so afraid of?”
“I’m afraid of getting hurt,” I replied simply. It was the truth so I didn’t have to struggle with thinking and finding words for my feelings. “Brian, you are a rockstar! Things happen and I’m not ready for that.”
“You’re right, Kia, things do happen… there is no guarantee that I won’t fuck up my hand or something and not be able to play anymore. I’ve already came pretty damn close with my arm, I just got fucking lucky. What happens then? What happens when I can’t be a rockstar anymore? I won’t have anybody then… Matt has Val, Zacky has Gena, Johnny and Lacey, Jimmy has… hell, I won’t even get started on him… but who do I have? I have no one. I’m fucking 30 years old and all I have right now is you, and we have the potential to have something amazing,” he said smiling and stroking my cheek.
I stared deeply into his chocolate brown eyes, feeling myself get lost. I leaned in and kissed him, forgetting for the moment, all of my fears and worries. I pulled away and looked at his beautiful face, he had just bared his soul to me and I was ecstatic that he trusted me enough to share his concerns with me. He was an incredible man, he just lead a very difficult lifestyle. He was a rockstar and he was damn good at it… who was I to deny him?
Our close moment was interrupted my phone ringing. I blushed, remembering that my ringtone was ‘So Far Away’. He pointed at me and laughed hysterically… asshole. I picked up the phone and threw it at him. “It’s for you,” I said smugly. He looked at me, confused before putting the phone up to his ear. “Hello?” he said, a little scared to see who it was.
“Is this Syn? Synyster Gates?” my mom asked excitedly on the other end.
“Yes, yes, it is… may I ask who I’m speaking with?” he asked cautiously.
“Honey, my name is Ametria Langston, you can call me Meechi. I’m Mickey’s mom,” she said politely.
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Meechi, I’ve heard some pretty good things about you,” he said smiling.
“Likewise, Mr. Gates,” she replied cordially.
“Really?” he said, looking at me questioningly, “like what?”
“Well, first, she’s been talking about you and your band for years now, whenever she was happy, sad, angry, frustrated, or anything in between, I would have Avenged Sevenfold blaring through the house from her bedroom. She told me how enthused she was when she saw that she would be your nurse in the ER and how you kept making passes at her, she told me about her being scared to act on her feelings because you were a patient, she told me about the flowers and the card, she told me about the date at the Porta Bella, but curiously, I haven’t heard from her since yesterday about this time and she usually calls me everyday,” she said suspiciously.
“Well, Ms. Meechi, if I would have known, I would have been sure to remind her,” he said trying to hide the fact that he had stayed the night and kept me too busy to call my mom.
“Sure, Syn, sure,” she said sarcastically.
“Well, it was nice to speak with you, Ms. Meechi, I’ll let you speak to Kia, now,” he said shoving the phone in my direction. We were caught.
“Hello?” I said into the phone, cringing.
- To be continued -
“That’s what I have been waiting to hear!!” he grinned as he lifted her up out of the chair like she was weightless and put her on the bed. His brown eyes grazed over her body, taking in every curve, making his dick point more towards his belly.
“Get on your knees!” he commanded. Sarah got on her hands and knees as Sean removed the rest of her remaining clothing.
“God, you’re beautiful!!” he moaned as his hand touched her swollen clit from behind. She grinded her pussy into his palm, demanding more of his touch as he climbed on top of the bed, bending over her. He ground his hard shaft against her rounded ass, rubbing her ass cheeks at the same time.
“I want to take my sweet time enjoying you,” he growled as he reached underneath to touch her pert tits, twisting his nipples between his fingertips. She purred as his fingers gently slid down the length of her back.
He planted kisses on her ass, massaging it as he played with her pussy. He pushed his cock between her asscheeks, thinking about how wonderful it would be to have anal sex with her. He urged her to go on her back, as he lay on top of her, his mouth making quick work of her nipples as he licked and sucked on his nipples.
“Sean,” she murmured as he brought his lips to hers again as his thick rod moved against her mound. He kept teasing her, gliding his chest against hers, as his hands caressed her sides. He stared deeply in to her eyes as her fingertips traced circles on his back. “You don’t know how long I have dreamt of this,” she said as she brought her lips to his, swirling her tongue in his mouth. “I have dreamt of you, gently touching my cheek as you are now,” as she leaned her cheek into the palm of his hand. “To feel your body on top of me, your want and hunger present in your eyes,” she muttered, his eyes transfixed on her as she continued to speak. “Especially, as you thrust deeply into me.”
“Sarah,” he grumbled as he propelled into her, her walls grabbing his shaft, as he slowly plunged into her depths, as he made love to her. They groaned together as they moved as one, her hips matching what he was giving her, her hands squeezing his ass, wanting him to thrust deeper.
He adjusted their position, placing her long legs on his shoulders, as pulled her closer to him, slamming into his wetness, his fingers making imprints on her hips, his balls slapping her as he went deep. She felt herself tightening around him, as she reached between them to play with her clit, her climax getting closer.
“Fuck me harder!!” she uttered quietly, as he pounded her hard and fast, as they got closer to cumming. With his last push deep into her, he couldn’t hold out any longer as his cum filled her womb, flowing into her.
They both came together as they heard someone fiddling with the handle of the door. Sean placed his hand over Sarah’s mouth as the person asked, “Sara, are you in there?” It was Tanya, the RPN who worked on the upper floor above. Sarah could feel Sean’s cock throbbing in her, making her want to moan. “Sara, we need your help on the other floor. It’s an emergency!” Sarah could hear the urgency present in her voice. Sean nibbled on her ear and said quietly, “I think you should answer her.” She nodded as she called out, “Okay. I’ll be right there,” trying to make her voice sound normal. Sean was spooning her now, gently pushing his shaft in and out as Tanya asked, “Why is the door locked?”
Sarah tried to think of an answer as Sean pulled her nipple, causing her to moan quietly. “Mmm. I’m giving him a bath.” “Oh. Okay. Well, when you’re finished, can you come upstairs?” She could barely answer as he was fully erect again, pounding her mercilessly, “Okay,” was the only answer could muster as she heard Tanya footsteps gradually move away from the door.
“That was close and why did you have to start again?”
“Because I like seeing you flustered and I wanted to throw you off guard.”
“You do, huh?” as she gripped her pussy around his cock, eliciting a groan out of him.
Sean pummelled her, breathing heavily, “I need to cum in you again,” as he exploded, his cum overflowing out of her. “I want to see you walking around in the hospital with my cum dripping down your leg.” She thought about the nasty thought and it turned on.
- To be continued -
I woke up in a sweat, without a doubt, it was from the dream I had just been having. I looked up at my ceiling and smiled. I was extremely happy about the date with Syn that was sure to come in the very near future, but I was also a bundle of nerves. Where will we go? What will I wear? How will I do my hair? Questions bounced around in my head with no answer in sight.
True to my word, I picked up my cell and gave Syn a call. It only rang once and before I knew it: he was at the other end.
“Good morning, Sunshine!” he said in a sing-song voice that made me laugh out loud. “It is now 5:12 pm, which officially leaves us only about 5 hours to play! Jeez, woman! It’s almost like you did that on purpose!”
“No, not at all! I can be ready by six, if you want… What are we doing, anyway?” I said, blushing at the ‘play’ reference.
“Oh, don’t rush, Dollface! Take your time and look amazing enough to give me heart failure, though I’m sure you could come in your pj’s and have the same effect. Are you hungry, yet?” he whined.
“Aww, thank you, Syn! I could definitely eat, what did you have in mind?” I asked trying to shake the heat from my cheeks.
“There’s an awesome Italian restaurant I know of that’s close to you… what do you say?” he said hopefully, I could have sworn that I heard his stomach growl through the phone.
“I like Italian, although I usually only eat spaghetti and meatballs,” I said, borderline embarrassed by my childish food preferences.
“Well, Kia, this place has fucking awesome spaghetti… just get ready and give me a call when you’re ready for me to pick you up. I dunno about you, but I’m fucking starving,” he said, whining again.
“Alright, you big baby, just give me a bit and I’ll call you,” I said, throwing my hands up.
We said our goodbyes and we ended the call. Now, I was faced with a very difficult decision: What to wear?
I looked through my closet and grimaced at all the damn scrub sets I had. I really had no fucking life outside of work and if I needed any proof, this was it. I finally decided on a red off-the-shoulder peasant shirt with black skinny jeans and red and black ballet shoes. I hopped in the shower unable to think of anything else but the beautiful, tattooed man that was waiting for my call. I showered quickly in an effort to prevent myself from engaging in a Syn-focused self-love session… I didn’t have that kind of time.
I pat myself partially dry and rubbed lotion onto my damp skin, I would die if I was ashy on this date. I put my clothes on and applied makeup. It had been so long since I’d dressed up, I almost forgot how to make the dramatic strokes of black eyeliner that I used to be so good at. I flat-ironed my hair and sprayed on some of my Victoria’s Secret perfume. Once I looked myself over in the floor-length mirror on the back of my door, I picked up my phone and called Syn. Again, he answered on the first ring.
“Are you ready, Sweetness?” he asked. Him calling me ‘Sweetness’ made me turn 4 different shades of red.
“Yes, I’m ready,” I said, taking a seat on my sofa.
“Great! Just come down stairs, I’m already here,” he said.
I looked out my window and sure enough, there was an unfamiliar black BMW parked downstairs.
“I’ll be down in a sec,” I said as I quickly hung up the phone. I wanted to run and jump back in my bed so I could scream again, but I didn’t want to mess up my makeup. After my heart slowed itself down a few beats per minute, I grabbed my bag and walked outside. I locked the door and started down the stairs.
There he was, leaned against his car smoking a Marlboro Red. He was wearing his infamous black fedora, a black t-shirt that said ‘House of Syn’ in purple letters, some slashed-up black jeans that were completed with a bullet belt, and some plain black chucks. My eyes rolled over his firm biceps and his muscular arms. I saw the black cast over his right arm and made note that it did not have a negative impact whatsoever on his very pronounced sex appeal. This man was the epitome of bad and I couldn’t get enough.
“Those things can kill you, you know?” I said gesturing to the cigarette.
“Dollface, living the lifestyle that I do, if a cigarette is what kills me, I’ll count my blessings,” he said with a smirk. I watched as he tilted his head back and exhaled the smoke into the air.
“But you know, smoking is the number one cause of-” I began, only to be cut off.
“Alright, Kia, shit! I didn’t know that dating a nurse was gonna be like this!” He said, pouting. He took a long, final drag of the cigarette before crushing it into the pavement and blowing the smoke into the air once again… he was already towards the end of it, so I didn’t feel too bad. I was just floored by his comment about dating a nurse. Dating? I guess because this was a date, we could be, in fact, dating.
He turned to me and gave me a once-over. “You look fucking amazing!” he said, nodding in approval, “C’mere,” he said stretching out his arms.
It was all I could do not to break my neck trying to get to him. I walked over to him and walked into his hug, throwing my arms around his neck and laying my head on his shoulder. He smelled like expensive cologne, mint, and Marlboros… it was intoxicating. He leaned back onto his car and linked his fingers at the base of my back. I would have been perfectly content with staying this way forever. Before long, his stomach gave an impatient growl, ruining the moment. I looked up at him with a smile and said: “I guess we should be getting going before you eat me!”
His eyes darkened at my comment, clearly taking it the other way. “Don’t give me any ideas, Dollface… and don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’m still a fucking beast,” he growled into my neck.
I felt my pulse quicken as I looked into his eyes. I could tell that he was only halfway kidding. I untangled myself from his long arms and straightened my clothes. I started to walk around the car to let myself in… somehow, he beat me to it, holding the door open for me. “M’lady,” he said with a smile.
I blushed at such a chivalrous gesture coming from man that not only declared himself a beast, but also met all of the criteria. I sat down and looked around his car. It was amazing, full of do-dads and whatnots whose functions were unknown to me.
Before long, he slid into the drivers seat. “Hang on, Princess,” he said as I buckled my seatbelt. He hit the gas and took off, jerking me back into my seat. I couldn’t help but think that I would end up being in the ER tonight whether or not it was my off day. I watched as he smiled as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too long before we made it to the restaurant!
The Porta Bella Italian Restaurant was everything that Brian made it out to be… plus much more. It had valet parking, fountains, lights, VIP, and a reservation list that was more than six months out. He walked over to my side of the car and opened the door for me. “After you, Mademoiselle,” he said, bowing as I got out the car… I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at his quirky chivalry.
He walked to my right and offered me his non-injured tattooed arm. I took it and we walked up the red carpet directly to the door where there was a rather robust man with a really red face standing with a clipboard. There were at least 40 couples waiting in line and I felt like an asshole to just strut to the front like we owned the place. I also felt a bit underdressed when I saw the others that were waiting in line, that is, until I remembered the handsome man beside me… Suddenly, I just felt inferior.
“Name, Sir?” he asked without looking up at us from his list. If nothing else made me feel like I was two inches tall, that did.
“Gates, Synyster Gates, VIP number: 1734621,” he said smoothly and confidently.
“Oh! Mr. Gates! I hardly recognized you!” the fat red man exclaimed turning even redder.
“Maybe you would have if you actually looked at us,” Syn said cooly.
“My apologies, Sir. Let’s get you inside, hmm?” he said, all but bowing as he showed us inside.
When we got inside, I was taken aback by the architectural beauty of the restaurant. There was artwork that adorned the walls and the ceiling closely resembling the Sistine Chapel. Happy Italian music echoed through the building, complemented by the clink of silverware and the dull rumble of conversation. There was a beautiful hostess that smiled and greeted us when we came in.
“Oh! Mr. Gates! Such a pleasure it is to see you again! Oh! You’re hurt! ” she exclaimed as gestured to his cast and walked over and air-kissed his cheeks. I felt a bit of jealousy surge through my veins at the sight. ‘Easy…’ I thought feeling slightly embarrassed of my involuntary emotions.
“Likewise, Cecilia. It’s not a big deal… This is Kia, my date… I’m sure you have a table available that’s close to the fountain?” he said, flashing that perfect smile. It was amazing that he had so much freakin’ pull around here!
She smiled and nodded politely in my direction. “Yes, Sir… allow me to show you to your table,” she said as she gestured for us to follow. She lead us to a beautiful table with lit candles and wine on ice, and, as promised, it was right next to a lighted fountain.
“Thank you, Cecilia,” he said as he pulled my chair out for me. I sat down and looked at the silverware. I had no fucking idea what went to what and it was embarrassing. He took a seat opposite me and smiled.
“So… what do you think?” he asked looking at me hopefully. It was really sweet that he went through all of this for some approval.
“It’s beautiful, Syn,” I said truthfully.
“Awesome, I hoped you’d like it!” he said still smiling.
A tall, thin man with a goatee and thin eyebrows walked to our table. “Hello, welcome to the Porta Bella! My name is Anthony, what can I start you off with to drink tonight?” I ordered water and Brian just wanted wine glasses. When he returned with my drink, he asked if we wanted soup or salad. I ordered salad and Brian ordered soup. Soon, they brought out the first course… I watched as he started in on his soup, it was kind of cute how he tried to eat slowly to camouflage the fact that he was freaking starving… After a few moments, he looked up and smiled.
“Kia, I noticed you haven’t eaten much, just a little bit of bread… what’s wrong?” he asked, wiping his mouth.
“Honestly?” I asked, feeling like a complete idiot.
“No.. I want you to tell me a lie… Yes, honestly!” he said sarcastically.
“I don’t know which fork is the salad fork,” I said, blushing.
He looked at me as if he found my predicament amusing and then he shrugged his shoulders. “Babe, I have no fucking clue which fork is the damn salad fork and neither should you… Eat with the fork you know how to use. I don’t care…”
I smiled at how cool he was about the situation and picked up the closest thing to a normal fork that I could find. I was still eating my salad when Anthony took our orders. I, like I mentioned previously, went for the classic spaghetti and meatballs, while Syn went for something called Osso Buco.
“Why do you look so uncomfortable, Kia?” he asked, looking concerned.
“I just never been to a place this nice, Syn,” I said again feeling inferior.
“Well, Babe, you deserve the best and as long as you choose to stick with me, you will have the best,” he said, reaching for my hand.
I blushed for the umpteenth time that evening and looked down at the table. “Thanks, Brian, it means a lot when you say things like that.” I took his hand.
“No prob, Kia, I only say what’s true,” he said and Anthony came with our food… “Perfect timing, Anthony…” I thought as he set my spaghetti in front of me.
“Parmesan, Miss?” he said coming over with the grinder. “Yes, please,” I said nodding.
He grinded Parmesan over my plate for a really long time, I would have been embarrassed, but hey, I love cheesy spaghetti.
“Would you like for me to pour wine for you and the lady, Sir?” Anthony said gesturing at the wine glasses.
“Yes, please, Anthony,” Brian said, also nodding his consent.
Anthony skillfully opened the bottle and poured red wine in my glass and in Brian’s. “Is there anything further I can do for you, Sir?” Anthony said with a smile.
“No, Anthony, I think that will be all,” Syn said picking up his who-gives-a-fuck fork, about to dig in.
We ate in silence for the first part of the meal, Syn, I already knew was starving and I was caught off guard by my own appetite. The food was exquisite, the service was exceptional, and my date was fucking awesome! I watched as he ate, it was ridiculous how he could look amazing doing something a normal as eating a meal.
“Good?” he asked, wiping his mouth.
“It’s delicious, Syn! I love it!” I exclaimed.
“What do you think about the wine?” he asked, sipping his third glass to my one.
“It’s okay, I’m not really much of a drinker,” I admitted, shrugging.
“You’re right…I’m good with an ice cold beer and pack of Marlboros, Sweetness,” he said, chuckling.
“So, Syn, what made you want to ask me out?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Honestly, when I saw you at the ER, I thought you were really cute and really professional. That’s not normal for me, girls aren’t usually cute but you are fucking adorable. Anytime I made a pass at you, you shot me down and it wasn’t because you wanted to, I could tell, it was because you stood for something…. something bigger than yourself and I respected that. Of course, I didn’t like being denied, but I respected why you made the decision that you did,” he smiled and continued, making me melt.
“When I got home, the guys were making fun of my fucking cast and I thought about what you said about the fans loving me either way and as soon as you crossed my mind that one time, I couldn’t stop thinking about you! I called the hospital and asked for you and the lady let it slip that your name was Mi’Kia and I had the flowers delivered. Later on that night, I Googled you, it seems that you’re the only Mi’Kia in the city and there goes your cell number! Now, here we are…” he said, gesturing to our surroundings
“And I’m very glad we are,” I said, leaning forward to let my lips brush his. To my surprise, he turned red and smiled a kind of goofy smile.
“M-me too, Kia… me too,” he stammered.
Anthony came a final time and offered us dessert, we were both too stuffed. He left the bill and thanked us for our business. Brian paid the bill and soon we were back outside, arm in arm, waking to the car. Again, he opened the door for me and I got in, he soon followed. The ride home was not as eventful as the ride to the Porta Bella, partly because I already knew that Syn drove like a bat out of hell and it didn’t surprise me.
When we made it to my apartments, he opened the door for me and walked me up to my apartment. “Kia, I had a really good time with you tonight and I wanted to know if you’d consider going out with me again sometime?” he asked, fumbling with his fingers.
I took his face in both of my hand and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was lasting 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 seconds too long, but neither of us wanted to end it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his hands took their place at the dip in my back. Finally, I pulled away. “Yes, Brian… I’d love to go out with you again.”
“Awesome, Babe!” he said giving me another peck on the lips. “I guess this is goodnight?” he asked. I nodded and he smiled. “Okay, give me a call tomorrow, Sweetness… as soon as you open those pretty brown eyes.”
I nodded, hugging him again. “Goodnight, Brian,” I said smiling. My cheeks were starting to burn again.
“Goodnight, Kia,” he said as I walked in my apartment and shut the door. I looked out the window and watched him descend the stairs with a little extra pep in his step, lighting up a Marlboro. It almost hurt watching him drive away. After this perfect night, I did the only thing that felt right: I took off my shoes, ran to my bedroom, jumped in my bed, and screamed in my pillow.
When I woke up the next morning, my head was swimming. Flashbacks of the night before entranced me. Had I really just gone on the perfect date with one of the most gorgeous men on the planet? I think I did. Did I really kiss him last night? Yes, not once but twice! Did he really ask me out again? Yes, and I was supposed to call him right now…
In an effort to stay true to my word, I picked up the phone and called Syn, ignoring the beating of my heart. It rang once, twice, three times, and soon it went to voicemail. ‘Hmm, that’s not like him,’ I thought as I tried again. Still no answer. Maybe last night was simply just too perfect.
I picked up my phone and called my best friend… “Mickey! What have you been up to for the last couple of days? It’s not like you to not call your mother everyday… If you didn’t call me soon, I was gonna sound an Amber Alert!” she said only half-way kidding.
“Well… You know, I’ve been working and sleeping, went on a date with Synyster Gates, the usual,” I said, squeezing in the part about Syn.
“You what? Why wasn’t I the first to know?” she asked, pretending to be hurt.
“You are the first to know, Ma!” I said with a laugh.
“Well, what happened?” she asked eagerly.
I told her about my amazing night with Synyster Gates, everything from the grandeur of the architecture to Brian’s perfect behavior. When I finished, she sat there holding the phone as if she were trying to get a grasp on everything that I said. After awhile, she finally spoke.
“Well, what are you waiting for, Mickey! Give that man a call!” she said excitedly.
“I already did… twice, no answer. I didn’t leave a message because I figured that he would see the missed calls were from me,” I said quietly.
“Well, it’s still early, Baby, he might be doing something important. He’ll call you back, don’t worry,” she said in her best maternal voice.
“Okay, Mom, you’re right… he could just be-” I began, but stopped because my line was beeping. I pulled the phone away from my face and looked at the screen. It was Syn! “Mom- it’s Syn -I’ll call you back- I love you-bye!” I said as one word as I clicked over.
“Hello?” I said a little too excitedly.
“Hey, Babe… Sorry I didn’t answer, I was outside,” he said sounding like he was out of breath.
“It’s fine, I just woke up anyway,” I said, shrugging.
“Have you eaten?” he asked.
“Nope, not yet, I was just gonna make myself-” I began only for him to cut me off.
“Don’t you dare! I’m taking you out for breakfast, what do you want? Anything… price is not an issue.” he said, not leaving me time to say no.
“Syn, you don’t have to-” I began again only to be cut off.
“I know I don’t have to but I want to. Now, for the last time: what do you want for breakfast?” he said dismissively.
Seeing that there was no point in arguing, I gave in. “If you insist, I want Denny’s,”
“Denny’s? I say ‘price is not an issue’ and you want fucking Denny’s? Dollface, you never cease to amaze me,” he said with a chuckle.
“What? I love Denny’s!” I replied simply. It was true, I would take Denny’s or Chinese food over anything else in the world… period.
“Okay, okay, whatever you want, Kia. How fast can you get ready?” he asked, releasing the tell-tale tummy rumble that I could hear over the phone. God, that man could eat…
“Just let me shower and I’ll get dressed, okay?” I said already searching through my closet for an outfit. I expected to find a non-scrub outfit for the second day in a row? Fat chance.
“Alright, Dollface, just gimme a call when you’re ready,” he replied. We said our goodbyes and hung up the phone. After deciding on an old pair of light, slightly ripped jeans and a white blouse with a cinched waist, I hopped in the shower. I thoroughly washed my body and stepped out on the bath mat. I caught a glimpse of my naked body in the mirror. I didn’t look bad but I definitely had no idea what the hell Brian could possibly see in a girl like me…we were like the two poles on a magnet. ‘Duh, Kia… opposites attract,’ I thought as I saw how the old saying finally applied to my life. I was definitely attracted to him, that’s for sure.
I lotioned my skin, put on my clothes, and slid my feet into some plain, white flip flops. Very casual, very Denny’s. Right before I began to fuss with my hair, I heard my cell phone ring. I ran to see who it was… it was Syn.
“Hello?” I said into the phone breathlessly.
“Hey, Babe, can you come open the door? It’s hot out here!” he said and hung up.
My heart was beating a million miles per hour… I looked around my small apartment. It was clean, but it suddenly seemed so bland. I was almost embarrassed of my lack of creativity. Synyster Gates in my apartment? It just seemed unreal. After few moments, I heard knocking on the door. ‘It’s now or never’, I thought to myself as I swung open the door.
Standing before me was a very sexy Brian Haner, Jr. wearing a simple black, t-shirt that clung to his body in the best way, some dark grey jeans, and some dark grey Nikes with a black swoosh. His hair was spiked every which way and he had a look of pure lust in his eyes. I watched as a bead of sweat rolled from his forehead and down along his strong jaw line. I silently thanked God for making this a hot summer.
I watched as his dark eyes rolled over my body as mine had just done his. I felt my pulse quicken under his probing gaze. I wanted him so bad, I could hardly think straight! He broke the intense silence.
“You see something you like?” he asked, staring into my eyes with such intensity that I couldn’t look away. I nodded absently. “Good, because I do, too,” he said as he dove into my lips pushing me back into my apartment and kicking the door shut behind him.
Oh, my God! Is this really happening? I thought as he pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor…
- To be continued… -
By the way, her name is Sarah Taylor. It had been a few days since her encounter with Mr. Matthews and she couldn’t get over it. That same night, she fingered herself to a huge orgasm remembering how she rode him. She could still feel their mixed juices dripping out of her pussy and it made her hornier.
During report, she learnt that Mr. Matthews now could do several things without assistance such as getting out of bed, going to washroom and so forth. She was glad to hear that because it made her mind go to other places; of imagining him, pinning her against the wall, with her hands tied up and taking her right there…..She was interrupted by her reverie by the nurse manager calling her name.
“Nurse Taylor. Daydreaming again?” She blushed at the comment as the other nurses snickered. She lowered her eyes, staring at the floor as the report was finally finished. Everyone got up to leave and she sat there for a moment. The nurse manager returned with a grim look on her face. “It appears you will be doing the night shift alone tonight. Your fellow nurse has called in sick.”
“Oh great,” Sarah sighed. “More work for me tonight.”
She gathered her stuff and headed to the medicine cart to prepare to give out the medications. The last person on her list of patients was Mr. Matthews. “Well, that works out fine,” she thought as she went around the ward, dispensing it. When she reached Mr. Matthews private room, she checked her watch and it was time for break. “Hmm, everything seems to be working out perfectly for me.”
She gently pushed the door open and it appeared that Mr. Matthews was asleep. She put the medication on his side table. She walked over to the front of his bed. He looked peaceful lying there. She lifted up his sheet to make him more comfortable but instead she peered underneath and saw was nude. A smirk appeared on her lips as she pulled it back down and went to lock his room door.
Unknown to her, Mr. Matthews was aware of everything she was doing. He was finding it hard not to say anything as he felt her push the sheet aside and spread his long legs apart. She settled between them and lied down flat on her stomach, her fingers making contact with his cock.
“I wonder what I should do first,” she said teasingly, as she began to fist his cock gently, her fingers playing with the head. “Maybe….” as her voice trailed off, her wet tongue made contact with his slit and she heard a hiss up from above. “Aww, you’re awake now!” she whispered as her tongue lingered her on his slit longer this time as she stroked him.
“More please!” he begged through gritted teeth. “God, she’s good,” he thought as she continued to make his cock arise to the occasion. Her hands went to his balls, tugging them as her mouth swallowed his shaft. “Mmm,” as her lips stretched around his thick shaft, sucking profusely up and down as he moaned, now sitting up to watch her intently through partially closed eyes.
His fingers grasped her head as he demanded, “Knee on the ground.” She did as she was told, as he positioned himself at the end of the bed, face fucking her now almost to the point of gagging around his thick prick, holding her head firmly as she took him down her throat.
“Oh God,” he groaned. “Sarah, you’re doing well.”
He face fucked her more roughly.
“I don’t want to cum in your mouth; that we can do another time.”
He removed her mouth from his dick as his fingers began to caress her breasts through her shirt. She pushed her boobs more into his hands as he slid her shirt off her shoulders, leaving her in her lacy bra.
“What size are your breasts?” his voice ragged.
“38 DD,” she answered.
“Mmm. They’re beautiful just like the woman they’re attached to.”
He leaned downwards to capture her mouth in a kiss, as he slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders.
“Sit in the chair, Sarah.” He said sternly.
She got up and walked towards the chair, his eyes gazing at her ass, making him harder.
He limped over to her, bending down on one leg as his large hands pulled down her pants. He pushed his head into her crotch, savouring the scent of her arousal. He moved in closer and licked her through her panties. “Mr. Matthews,” she groaned. “Call me Sean,” as he continued his assault on her sex, ripping the fabric aside to taste her wet lips. She grasped the chair tightly as he licked her lips, his fingertips spreading them apart to look at her pinkness.
His tongue delved inside her, softly at first as he played with her swollen clit. His light brown eyes saw her remove her bra, her full tits resting in her hands as she twisted her nipples as each touch and taste brought her closer to ecstasy.
He was rock hard as he changed tactics, now sucking on her clit, sliding a finger inside her.
“Sean!” she cried out, as he thrusted deep in her.
“Sarah, what do you want?” as he thrusted long and deep, pushing her closer each time to her climax.
“I….” she started as he added another finger, and she exploded, her juices coating his face, a long, delicious moan escaping out of her. He pushed in and out, touching her sweet spot, bringing her to another orgasm.
“I want you to fuck me!” she whimpered.
How did this happen? A few days before, I couldn’t get a girl to even look at me twice. Now I had this gorgeous woman leaving her husband for me. A few days ago I was lying on the pavement nearly dead. And now there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with me.
“Meghan, go get my release papers, or whatever it is I have to sign to get out of here. We’re leaving.”
She got dressed and headed for the door, but before she made it out of the room, her cell phone rang. She looked at it, then looked at me and asked “Master, it’s my friend Colleen, She, works here too. I was supposed to meet her after work. May I answer?”
“Yes Meghan, and if she is hot, tell her to wait for you by your car.”
“Hey Coll, sorry about the delay. I will be a few more minutes, but will you wait for me by my car?” She paused. “Oh, Ok. Great, then I’ll see you in a few.”
“Master, she said she parked right beside me so she is waiting in her car.”
“Alright then. I take that she’s hot?”
“Yes master. If I were into women, I’d want her.”
I was reminded again of the stark difference between normal Meghan and Meghan in bed.
I began to wonder if I could do to other women what I had done to Meghan and decided I was definitely going to try.
“Maybe you’ll get to try her anyway.”
I realized that I didn’t want problems between my girls, if indeed there were to be others, so I thought a little programming would be in order. Before Meghan reached the door, I used my new found ability to project my orders and command.
Meghan, you will not be jealous of me paying attention to or having sex with other women
Then orally, “Do you understand?”
“Good. Now send someone in here to unhook me while you get my paperwork.”
“Yes Master.” And she left.
As I was waiting, I kept thinking about all the things that had happened over the last few days. When I was mugged, I thought I was going to die. Now I was as healthy as a horse. I thought about the blue liquid that I saw at some point, and wondered what that could have been. It had seemed to be pooled around my head.
Then, I got lost in lustful thought remembering how good Meghan felt as I slid in and out of her, and I got a raging hard on again, even though it had only been a few minutes since I had gotten off, twice in fact. Then there was a knock at my door.
I was expecting Mike, the guy who had been my night time nurse during my stay. What I got was definitely not Mike. In walked a beautiful young woman that looked to be half Filipino, and half white. Dark hair and the most gorgeous natural tan, in combination with stunning green eyes. Her ass wasn’t as nice a Meghan’s, but it did have a nice shape to it, and she had at least a B cup, all on a trim little 5’5″ body.
I knew I wanted this one to be my next. Still not too sure of my abilities I tried a little test. I didn’t know her name, so as she headed over to the dry erase board that hung on the wall, I just stared intently at her and gave her an odd command
Scratch your nose with both hands
I was amazed. She instantly reached up with both hands and used her index fingers to scratch both sides of her nose.
“Hi my name is Amber. I would have been your nurse this evening, but it looks like you are going home.”
Getting a little cocky, my response was, “You are still going to be my nurse, and you are going home with me.”
And before she could respond, I grinned, stopped her, and gave her the commands that would hopefully add her to my little harem.
Amber, you belong entirely to me now.
You will think and act on your own, but you will always obey my commands, and enjoy doing so.
You will call me master when in private, but sir when in public
You will not be jealous of me paying attention to or having sex with other women
And the one I had just thought of
You will never again have sexual contact with anyone, without my permission, or direct order.
Orally I asked, “Do you understand?” and she answered with what was fast becoming my all time favourite phrase.
“Now how much time do we have until someone interrupts us?”
“It will take Meg about 15 minutes to get your papers, so we have until then master.”
“Great. Now come over here and give your new master the best blow job you know how.”
With that she climbed up on the foot of the bed, folded my gown up onto my chest exposing my rock hard pole. She then leaned in, and starting at the base, began to lick my shaft. With her first lick, she seemed to get more excited, even hungry. She seemed to make absolutely sure that she licked every little bit of my shaft and washed my balls well with her mouth. But she didn’t waste any time about it.
Then she began to attack my member with fervour. When she had thoroughly tongue-washed my member, she brought that hot wet mouth to the head of my dick and almost seemed to swallow me whole. This girl was on a mission. Holding the base of my shaft with her right hand, and my balls with her left, she was taking me down her throat and back at a pace I couldn’t believe, then after a few strokes, she would pause at the head and hum while masturbating me furiously for a few seconds. Then she would go back to deep-throating me.
Although I knew I was controlling them, I couldn’t believe my luck in acquiring two girls like these
I tried to hold back, but it was useless. I exploded in her mouth, and she just took it I couldn’t believe how much I came, especially after just emptying a large load in Meghan’s mouth, and another in her womb.
Amber tried to take every drop of my spunk in her mouth, but she had to swallow at least once. Finally the torrents of semen subsided (How could I produce that much semen?). Amber sucked my member dry and then let it fall out of her mouth. She then came up to me to show me that she had kept a mouthful. This gave me a wicked Idea, and I told her to hold it, and get me unhooked and ready to go.
“Esh Masha.” She tried to say my favourite phrase.
We had just finished getting me ready. I had sat down on the edge of the bed, Amber sitting patiently at my side, still holding my cum in her mouth, when Meghan returned.
Meghan knocked and slowly opened the door. When she came in and closed the door behind her, I looked at Amber and said “Give it to her.” Without even an attempt at my new favourite phrase, she got up, strode across the floor and gave Meghan the hottest kiss I had ever seen.
I had to break up the kiss, or I would have stayed in that room forever. I was enjoying watching too much and I was thinking about starting my first threesome right then and there. But, something was really nagging at me to leave the hospital.
And, besides I had a potential addition to my little walking sex fest waiting in the parking garage. So, while I filled out the paperwork, I sent Amber to quit her job. Somebody had to earn money, but I was taking all my girls with me tonight. We met at the nurse’s station, and headed for the parking garage.
On the way, I asked Meghan about Colleen. She said “I think you’ll like her master. She is about 5’8″. She is adorable. She has wavy golden blonde hair that goes down to the middle of her shoulder blades, and big blue eyes. She is 28, and a doctor. She dresses very conservatively and she isn’t quite as trim as Amber here, but I think you’ll like her.”
I did. We walked up between Meghan’s red Mazda RX8 and a gray Chrysler 300C. Colleen had backed her car in, so her car and Meghan’s were facing opposite direction, but sitting side by side, driver’s door to driver’s door.
In my opinion, an attractive woman rates on one or more of three scales. Those scales are
Some women rate high on two of these scales, and the rare woman rates above a five on all three. One being attractive, but barely above average, and ten being world class.
What stepped out of that car was an oddity, and I remembered Meghan’s words “She is adorable.” If you stopped at her face, Colleen would have rated a twelve on the cute scale. Adorable was definitely the word. But no human male would have stopped at her face.
She was definitely dressed very conservatively. In fact it looked like she seemed to be desperately trying to hide those volleyballs that were under her top. I am not sure, but they had to be at least an F-cup. And, I couldn’t wait to play with them.
This woman rated about a six on the pretty scale, and the body she was trying to hide under that outfit would earn her at least a twelve on the sexy scale. Dressed in burlap, this woman would have been sexy.
Colleen came toward us with a friendly smile on her face. “Hi Meg, hey Amber. Who’s your friend?” asked Colleen. Both girls answered “He’s our master.”
Obviously ogling her chest, I said “Oh I can’t wait to play with those.” Her smile gone, Colleen started to reply, “Excuse…” I stopped her before she could finish.
I noticed that I didn’t have to use her name or even really concentrate. I just issued the command
And she froze mid-sentence. “Thanks Meghan, I am definitely going to enjoy this one.”
“You’re welcome, sir.”
I puzzled over that word “sir” for a millisecond, and then realized I was hearing footfalls. I began to quickly program my new sex toy,
Colleen, you belong entirely to me now.
You will think and act on your own, but you will always obey my commands, and enjoy doing so.
I was about to ask if she understood, but, I didn’t get any further with the commands before we had a little excitement.
The footfalls stopped and the noise ensued.
The way we were positioned, we were between the two cars. Colleen and I in the middle by the doors, book-ended by Amber near the aisle and Meghan behind us.
When the footsteps stopped, I looked toward the aisle to see a man begin to raise a gun, but in a blur Amber knocked the gun from his hand, broke his nose, and crushed his nut-sack in her grip. I was liking her more by the second.
While this was going on, I mentally ordered Colleen to get down. I heard what sounded like high voltage electricity, and a loud pop. Then I felt a white hot pain in my left shoulder, and saw blood on my new shirt.
I turned to Meghan who was standing over a man that was on the ground still twitching from the tazer my beautiful nurse still held in her hand. As I looked from Meghan to Amber, Amber said “What? A girl has to protect herself.”
“And her master.” Meghan added with a grin.
“Oh master! You’ve been shot!” all three girls.
“I think you’re right. It’s a good thing I know a few nurses.” I said trying to sound cool. But the pain and the itching were intense.
“Don’t forget the Doctor.” Colleen said leaning in to examine my wound.
On a quick examination, my newest pet said, “The good news is, it went all the way through. The weird news is, it seems to be healing already.”
I looked around and saw that twitchy was out, but nut-sack was scooting across the concrete. I realized that he was almost to his gun, and I gave him the command to
No results. He grabbed the gun, turned and aimed at Amber’s head. I yelled “STOP!” and, on instinct, I moved my hands downward as if to force his arm down. His actual arm hit the concrete with an audible crack, and was bent at a very odd angle. As the man screamed in agony, the girls gathered the guns.
“We have to go. Get your cars and follow Colleen and me.” Even in my hurry, I was curious, so I watched Amber cross to a beautiful yellow Datsun 240Z. Aloud I said with a grin “It figures.” Before we left I finished programming my newest love doll, and gave Meghan the newest command
You will never again have sexual contact with anyone, without my permission, or direct order.
Shortly we arrived at Colleen’s apartment complex (bullet-hole gone and almost forgotten), and despite the recent excitement, I could not wait to break in my newest toy. Along the way I established that she was divorced. He cheated on her because she didn’t allow him to play with her massive chest. She actually seemed to be embarrassed by them. Oh how her life was about to change.
Still in the car, I gave Colleen a little extra programming.
Colleen, your body is just right, just as it is.
You will no longer try to hide those breasts.
You will greatly enjoy sex with me in any form.
She immediately removed her top and bra, revealing the most beautiful set of tits I have ever seen. Her areolas were large, but not too large, and her nipples were already standing out ¾ of an inch. I just had to taste them. Leaning over I sucked as much of her right tit into my mouth as I possibly could. Then with both hands I began to knead and suck like a feeding child.
She just leaned back in the seat moaning loudly. I then slid my right hand behind the waistband of her skirt, and under her panties. When I touched her soaking wet un-shaved crotch, she let out a sharp “Ah!” and she came right then and there.
“Oh Master, Please fuck me!”
“I will, but first we should get inside.”
“Then will you fuck me?”
“I will do more than that. I have a feeling I will be taking several virginities from you tonight.” I reluctantly pulled my hand from her warm wet and somewhat hairy pussy
The other girls were standing by the car waiting when we got out. We headed across the parking lot to the apartments, Colleen leading the way, with her big beautiful mammaries out for the world to see. I knew I was going to have to alter her programming, but I decided to enjoy it this once.
Amber asked “Master, my girlfriend will be expecting me home soon, may I call her?”
“My girlfriend, master. I will dump her if you want.”
“Is she hot?”
“Yes, but not as hot as Meg or Coll.”
“Invite her over.”
She made the call as the three of us made our way into Colleen’s home.
Colleen you will cover your tits enough in public to be legal.
“Now show me to your bedroom and strip. Girls find us some food. We’re all about to work up an appetite.”
Three different beautiful mouths said “Yes, Master.”
As we stepped into her bedroom, Colleen dropped her conservative skirt to the floor, removed her granny panties, and began to remove her thigh high stockings. But, I stopped her. “Leave those on. And from now on, you are going to wear a G-string, when you wear any form of panties at all. Now get up on the bed and lay on your back.”
I had never had the opportunity to titty-fuck anyone before. In fact it had been a while since I was laid at all. But, tonight the most beautiful pair of tits I had ever seen was right in front of me, and I crawled up and planted my eight inch dick right in the middle of them.
I held those massive, warm, soft pillows of flesh together over my swollen dick and began to pump. As I got going, I felt Colleen reach around and start fingering herself. The faster I got, the faster she got, and she began to moan.
Her moaning just added to my excitement, so I increased my speed, and she increased hers, and began to moan louder.
This kept going until I exploded. I released her tits, and rose up a bit so I could shoot all over her chest and face. As I did this, she let out a loud keening sound and began to shudder. I puzzled over her heightened reaction for a second, then I remembered her extra programming specifically ”
“You will greatly enjoy sex with me in any form.”
I quickly added that to my standard list and to the programming in the other two girls.
I later realized that I had programmed them while they weren’t in my immediate area, but at that moment I had other things on my mind. And I knew I was going to enjoy this show.
“Meghan, come in here please and strip.”
“Yes Master.” She left a trail of clothing from the kitchen to the bed. When she was totally nude, I told her to use her tongue and help Colleen clean herself up.
Watching Meghan lick and suck on Colleen’s huge tits was extremely hot. I was about to call Amber in to help, but then I saw Meghan’s rosebud, and knew what my next target was.
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