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It was late, about 2 am., and I could feel how quite the house was. I lived with my beautiful wife but she was currently at work. She is a nurse. I always knew she’d be good at nursing and frequently told her so. Now she had finally made the career change and was working in the ER at our local hospital.
As my thoughts turned to my wife, I figured that since it was a weekday, she was probably not super busy. I then decided it would be a great time to remind her of how much I love her.
I grabbed my coat and headed out. I was sure to stop by the flower shop on the way. Thankfully we live in an area where all night flower shops were not uncommon.
Browsing their offerings I found a very nice lavendar colored bouquet of roses. Seeing that she knows I will buy her roses from time to time, I like trying to provide a variety of colors/combinations to keep it fresh.
Armed with the roses, I made my way to the hospital. It’s located in a part of downtown that has little traffic not attributed to the hospital so when it’s slow the area resembles a ghost town.
When I visit my wife at work, I like to park in the front of the hosptial. The spaces are closer to the door and I don’t like to take up spaces from people finding themselves in need of an ER in the middle of the night.
The only real inconvenience is having to take the elevator down to the ER. It’s one of those weird buildings with different levels exiting outside. I don’t even know how you’d refer to this type of construction. It’s like a bi-level homes.
Back on my journey, I get off the elevator and I see her. It’s hard not to notice her because she has an ass that would make the most hardened of guys crumble like a 12 year old getting his first view of naked side boob. Yes you know what I mean.
There she is kind of leaning again the nurses station desk talking to some of the other nurses. Shes on the ‘customer’ side of the desk. She has on her scrubs that are the same color as the roses I brought. I can’t lie I noticed what color she wore to work this morning. How could I not? I watch her get ready every day. Honestly, it gets me hot to watch her get dressed. I enjoy enjoying her every little curve and arch
Damn they saw me, I tried to sneak up on her. Luckily her friends like when I do stuff like this so they didn’t give me away.
Using all the stealth I could muster I continued walking towards her until I was just behind her.
I could smell her shampoo and feel the warmth coming from her. Getting close to her is almost like getting sucked up into her personal life aura. It just makes me feel better being near her.
So here I am just behind her and she doesn’t know (or at least that’s what I like to tell myself).
I reach out and gently rub my hand down over the right globe of her exquisite ass.
I am thinking to myself as this is all happening. “I wonder if she’s wearing any panties and if so which ones.”
I don’t really feel any of those tell tale panty lines, but I know she doesn’t routinely go without panties, especially at work.
Well the moment is gone and now she has turned to see me. She smiles and just lights up at the sight of the roses. It’s always nice to see her with that expression. It’s one of the reasons that I do it.
After a few hellos, she drags me down the hall to chat. We chat and walk along, but the whole time she has a devious look on her face. You should understand that my wife is one of the most passionate woman I have ever met in my life. She isbeyond reproach when it comes to work and is nothing but classy in all aspects of her life, but I know what no one else does. Inside of my wife lives a vixen like no other. She is the most incredible lover when the mood strikes her. I live for those moments when she lets loose.
Here we are walking and talking. Fewer and fewer people cross our paths, when all of sudden I feel a shove….
My wife has shoved me into some kind of broom closet. I hear a click and before I know it she is right up on me. She is kissing me and holding my face. Her tongue is on some kind of auto pilot in my mouth and I am loving it.
While french kissing she is trying to explain that she loved the flowers, loves me and missed me. So much so that on her lunch break she ran out to the store and was trying to figure out a way to lure me to the hospital. When she decided what to say she called me. Seems I left my cell at the house and hadn’t noticed since I was suprising her and down get much other cell traffic I never realized. Now knowing that I rarely leave my cell unattended for fear my wife will need me, she called the neighbor to be sure I was okay. She does things like that because she cares.
So after being told I was not home she concluded that I must be stopping by.
At this point all I can think of is “what is she up to?”
Just then she breaks off the kiss and I look up. She’s holding her panties in her hand. Excitement courses though my veins and I am besides myself with arousal.
My hands are making their way across all her divine parts and my cock is really starting to lift its spirits.
I know she has to of noticed the growing erection between us. She confirms this when she turns around and, still kissing me, begins to grind herself up against me. Again with that ass…it’s truly my weakness and I’m pretty sure she knows it.
Not knowing exactly where this is going, my hands work their way to the waist of her scrubs and I begin to work then down. I’m hoping to at least get a feel of that great ass.
I should take a minute to describe my wife fully. Her ass is just so delicious that I sometimes forget to describe how hot the rest of her is.
She is about 5’4″ 140lbs. She is not fat but not super thin. Shes in her 40′s and doesn’t look a day over 35. Her tits are the most perfect of sizes. I can fit the entire thing in my hand when I want to (or she does).
She has long brown hair the just sits on her back providing a sexy lead in to the arch shes has in her back. Its’ one of those erotic archs that flows directly into the curves of her ass. It’s just a beautiful sight to behold.
Her nipples are the kind that sit up for you when you lick them and make you want to just suckle them all day.
Back to reality, my wife has her head turned and is giving me a refresher course in what french kissing is supposed to be. Her ass is grinding me into submission and I’m caressing the top of her ass, hoping she won’t stop me at any moment.
Just then she steps away from me and looking back at me over her shoulder she drops her pants. What I see it the most gorgeous ass ever in a pair of thongs that make me want to explode. I mean the sight is a once in a life time view. Truly Playboy worthy.
She says this is what she picked up at the store and did I like. I confess I was momentairly awestruck. Lucky for me she wasn’t going to let me stay that way. She had walked back towards me and was on her knees.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. We have had a great and incredible sex life, but never has she sunk to her knees for me. I honestly didn’t know what to expect now.
Of course, I didn’t have to spend much time guessing. In seconds, I felt my the night air hit my cock only to be followed up by the silky warm blanket that is her mouth. She used it like an artist wields a brush. There was sucking, licking and even a bit of nibbling. It was like she was making love to my cock with no concern over the rest of me. It was just the two of them for a good 10-15 minutes.
Suddenly she stopped, stood up and bent over a nearby cart of somekind. She asked me something she’s rarely asked me in our marriage. She said “Please fuck me until I can’t take it anymore.” “Just put your cock in my soaken wet pussy and remind me how much you love me.”
Obviously I did my best to oblige my wife. It was a feeling a guy rarely gets to feel in life. That feeling of being a man among men. To feel proof of your manhood is being written in the history books. It may sound korny but as any guy will tell you it’s a very really feeling. If anything most men are lifetime junkies forever searching out that rare high.
So here I am fucking my wife with every fiber of my being. Locked in a quite out of the way brook closet, in the hospital where she works and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else at this moment in my life. She is the air I breath.
Just when I think she can’t do anything to make me feel like a bigger stronger more alpha male than she already has I announce I am on the verge of filling her with my love, she pushed me off, spins around and drops to her knees once again for the second time in our relationship.
I warn her that I am close and she what she does sends a bolt of what I can only describe as extreme pleasure thoughout my entire body.
With the grace and finnese that only my wife can display she grabs my cock and makes in disappear into the warmth of her velvety mouth. She goes back and forth, up and down, returning to making love to my cock with such abandon. It’s almsot too much….wait no, it is too much. With a low muffled moan I cry out and release a torent of cum into my wifes mouth. She keeps up her pace until I have nothing left to give and find myself loosing the strength in my legs. It was fantastic.
opening my eyes I see the angelic face of my beautiful wife. She is just starting at me and waiting for me to compose myself. As I do she makes a sound and then as I watch she swallows every last bit of my cum.
I feel like I’ve died and become a porn star for the woman I love.
In that moment I feel like I have become every man who ever made her wet between her thighs. Every guy at work, every celebrity from TV, the movies, you name it. I have become a God among men. Ok so it’s a bit dramatic but even that can’t compare to how she made me feel in that moment.
All I can do is grab her gentely by the face and kiss her in a way that communicates to her exactly how she made me feel just then.
After a few minutes her cell sounds a text message and she checks it. The girls at the desk are looking for her. Apparently she had the logistics of this worked out and had run out of free time. She lost a patient a few days ago and it seems that has given her a completly different outlook on life. Time to get back to reality, or at least our new reality
We dressed and I held her hand briefly as we walked back to the desk. Time for her to return to being the always professional nurse that I love. We arrive and after a bit of chit chat I return to my car and drive home. Every minute reliving the experience I just had. For some reason, I then think “I’m glad she liked the flowers, maybe next time I should bring jewelery.”
Guess you’ll have to wait for the sequel to find out what jewelery gets me.
- The End -
Nurse Jones licked the cum from her tits. The two doctors, having fucked her face for the last hour turned and left the nurses station as Jones swallowed their foul tasting cum.
“Christ they were brutal,” said Nurse Swan. She had sat by Nurse Jones throughout the entire blowjob reading a magazine and very glad it wasn’t her trying to fit two cocks in her mouth at the same time.
“You could have given me a hand,” said Jones. She knew it wasn’t a fair comment, the doctors had particularly demanded Forced Oral from Jones so Swan was not really supposed to intervene. Still Jones had had two cocks in her throat, two in her arse and one in her pussy since the start of her shift and was not really in the mood for being reasonable.
“Sorry,” said Swan. “But you know the rules. I tell you what I’ll take the next anal.”
Jones felt a little guilty.
“Thanks,” she said. “And sorry, just having a bad day.”
“I could tell,” said Swan. “I can’t believe you didn’t pass out. That Dr Johnston is a real prick the way he holds your nose closed while your cock in his throat.”
“Two years, eleven months,” said Jones. “That’s how long I’ve got left. When I get my hands on that money I am never going to touch another cock in my life.”
“Six months, three weeks and one day for me,” said Swan.
A light on the nurses board came on.
“Forced Anal room 3,” said Nurse Swan. “I guess that’s me then.”
“Room 3,” said Jones. “That guy loves arse to mouth. He is a real son of a bitch.”
“Oh well,” said Swan. “Not like I haven’t done it before.”
Swan adjusted her uniform so her large natural breasts stood out from her unbuttoned nurses uniform and headed down to room 3.
Nurse Jones looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was time to do the rounds of the ward handing out the pain relief medication to those who needed it.
“We nurses need it more than anyone,” thought Jones as she heard nurses Swan, Forbes and Armstrong all crying in pain as cocks were forced into their arse in various rooms of the ward.
She loaded the medication trolley with the right pills and pushed it into room 1.
Nurse Miller was on her knees in front of the patient sucking his cock as he sat in a chair by the window. It was meant to be a Nice Oral but as usual the patient had his hands in her hair and was forcing her head up and down hard trying to make the poor girl gag.
“Pain relief,” said Jones.
The patient had had minor heart surgery about three months earlier but liked the extra services the hospital provided so much had decided to stick around. Jones knew he was in no pain anymore but he liked to take it anyway, playing his part as patient.
“Yes, please,” he said continuing to facefuck Miller.
Jones took two headache tablets from the trolley and offered it to the man with a cup of water.
“Put them on your tongue and kiss them to me,” said the patient.
Jones put the tablets on the tip of her tongue and, leaning over the bobbing head of Miller, put her tongue in his mouth. She felt his hands reach up and begin to knead her breasts through her bra.
Jones tried to pull away as the pills left her tongue but he gripped her by the back of the head and held her mouth to his. His other hand pulled hard on her bra until it snapped and her breasts spilled out.
Miller was still sucking his cock, bobbing her head at her own pace now that his hands were on Jones.
He moved his head down and took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on her soft round breasts.
“Oh, your cock tastes so good,” said Miller taking the cock out of her mouth to play the Nice Oral role. “I can’t wait to taste your cum. I want to swallow it!”
She licked the head of his cock but the patient gripped her hair and threw her off his lap. He took Jones head and forced her to her knees and her mouth onto his cock.
Jones jaw was already so tired from the hour long facefuck the two doctors had given her. She knew this wasn’t meant to be Nice Oral now, at least from her. He wanted it to be rape, he wanted her to struggle.
She screamed around his cock and weakly tried to push him away.
“Oh,” said Miller, still playing Nice Oral. “It’s my go. I want to suck it.”
It was just the way he wanted it. Raping one nurses mouth while another watched on, begging for his cock.
Nurse Miller bent down below Jones whose head was being forced up and down on the cock. She stuck her tongue out and licked his balls, moaning softly.
“Jones always gets the nice cocks,” she said.
“That’s because she’s got a mouth like a suction cup!” said the patient. “Suck like her and you’ll get the cock back.”
Jones felt as if her jaw would break as it was stretched wide around his thrusting cock.
Miller went to take his balls in her mouth but he kicked her away from him.
“Get out of it bitch,” he said. “If you want something to do with your mouth put it on her pussy!”
“But sir, I want cock! I want to suck it, please let me,” Miller said.
“You get pussy or nothing!” he yelled and he pushed Jones head down and forced her to keep his cock in her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes causing her mascara to run down her cheeks. He thrust the cock further into her throat and her gag reflex made her dry retch.
Nurse Jones felt Miller crawl beneath her and pull down her panties. She felt the young nurses tongue slide up her slit until it reached her clit and then lips begin to suck it.
A tingle of pleasure, the first she had felt for weeks, went through her and she moaned around the cock in her mouth. She felt herself getting wet as Miller skillfully flicked her tongue in her pleasure zone and Jones found she was grinding her hips against Miller’s face.
“Oh God!” she screamed, the cock garbling her words as a quick orgasm shot through her.
“You love it, don’t you bitch,” the patient said. “You can’t get enough of my hot cock in your mouth.”
But it wasn’t the cock that was doing it. Jones had never felt anything like the sensation of Miller’s tongue on her pussy. Another orgasm rocked her and Miller pushed two fingers inside her and began to fuck her wet pussy.
Jones knew she couldn’t keep the cock in her mouth with such powerful orgasms bursting through her and managed to get out from under his arms. She screamed and gasped for breath, putting her tits around the patients cock, hoping to satisfy him in a tit sandwich.
“Oh Miller,” Jones cried. She could no longer concentrate on even titfucking the man and had to let him take her tits in his hands and bounce them on his cock.
She wanted to make Miller’s tongue stop so she could focus, so she could think, but her body was craving more. She felt an orgasm building like nothing she had felt before and suddenly her juices covered the young nurses face. Jones could do nothing but scream to break the unbearable tension as she felt something inside of her break.
Miller’s tongue left her clit and she took her fingers out of Jones pussy. Slowly Nurse Jones regained her composure and took the patients cock back in her mouth.
It was now hard like a rock and Jones sucked it down to the base knowing he was close to blowing his load. He pushed her head down and cum exploded into her mouth. Miller was kneeling beside Jones and pouting like she was upset.
“How come she gets the nice warm cum?” asked Miller.
“What an actor she is,” thought Jones. “I almost believe her myself.”
“I’m sure the little bitch will share it,” said the patient.
Jones moved closer to Miller and the two nurses kissed in a passionate embrace. Jones let the cum slide from her mouth into Miller’s, still able to taste her own juices on the beautiful young nurses face.
Miller went to pull away to show the patient the cum on her tongue but Jones pulled Miller to her. She caressed Miller’s breasts and continued French kissing her. She didn’t want to let Miller go and realised suddenly she was in love.
“It’s just the orgasm speaking,” she thought to herself. “I’m not a lesbian.”
But still the two nurses kissed, the cum from the patient still sliding across their tongues. Jones felt Miller lovingly begin to stroke her hair and knew at once that Miller loved her too.
“Hey, you fucking little whores, show me the cum!” said the patient.
The two girls reluctantly ended their kiss and turned their heads to the man, still locked in an embrace. They opened their mouths so he could see the cum and then swallowed.
“That’s quite an act you two have got going on there,” he said. “If I didn’t know any better I’d have said you were really in love.”
Jones and Miller let each other go and put their uniforms back on.
“Will that be all?” Miller asked.
“For now,” said the patient.
Jones and Miller left the room together. They looked at each other and each knew what the other was feeling.
“Is it allowed?” Jones asked.
“Is what allowed?” asked Miller
“Can we love each other. Will Forbes sack us if he knows? I don’t want to lose all that money. I have suffered too much already.”
“It’s allowed,” said Miller. “It’s only happened once before but it is allowed. Myself I wouldn’t care if it wasn’t. I have loved you since I first saw you.”
The two stood silent for a moment then leaned forward and gently kissed.
“Jones!” a man shouted in thr distance. She looked down the hall and saw Dr Melville near room 6.
“Forced Oral. Now!”
Jones could see he was angry. He had seen them kissing and she knew he didn’t approve.
“Yes, sir,” said Jones. Miller rubbed her back lovingly as Jones pushed the trolley down the hall. When she reached Dr Melville she decided to ignore him and walk past. If it was Forced Oral he was going to have to force her.
“Where the fuck are you going,” said Dr Melville. He caught her by the hair and forced her to her knees in front of him. He took out his dick and pushed it into her mouth and Jones knew at once this was going to be hard work. There was still traces of pussy juices and cum on his cock, he had obviously only just fucked another nurse.
“Fucking little lesbian,” he yelled. “Cock not good enough for you!”
He pushed the slimy cock in and out her mouth. It was limp and kind of pathetic and stayed that way no matter how hard she sucked.
“Not going to have no fucking lesbians around here!” he said. “Fucking little cum dodgers!”
Jones felt his hands grip her hair and could sense his frustration as his cock stayed limp.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Jones said taking the cock out of her mouth and rubbing it between her tits. “I’m not a lesbian though. Miller said she’d tasted your cock and I was hoping there was still some cum on her lips for me!”
“You’d love that wouldn’t you bitch,” he said. His cock was now growing harder. “You can’t get enough of my cum can you whore!”
“No sir,” she said. “I’m addicted to your cum. I can taste it on your cock! Feed it to me!”
She took his now hard cock into her mouth and sucked it down to the base. She made eye contact with him as her throat began to fill with his ever expanding cock. He began to thrust his hips as he held her head in place and fucked her helpless mouth.
“No wonder I have fallen for Miller,” she thought. “Men are monsters!”
She gagged as the slippery cock penetrated into her throat. Her throat contracted around Dr Melville’s thick cock.
Nurse Miller appeared beside Dr Melville and looked down at Jones. She took out her tits and began to rub them up and down the side of his body.
“She’s trying to get him off,” thought Jones. “She wants to make it quick for me.”
Jones felt love in her heart for Miller like she had never known. No other nurse had ever helped her with a difficult guy before. She was the only one who had gone out of her way to help her.
Transfixed by Miller’s magnificent tits rubbing down the length of his body Dr Melville tensed and shot a small amount of cum into Jones mouth. It was too small a load to share so Jones swallowed it
“Thank you,” she said as if to Dr Melville but she and Miller both knew it was meant for the nurse.
“It’s OK,” said Dr Melville. “But if I catch you two kissing in public again I won’t be so gentle again.”
He walked off and Jones and Miller looked into wach other’s eyes for a moment. It was the first time anyone had ever told Jones they loved her without speaking.
- To be continue -
As 18-year-old Aaron Sandmurst waited in the school nurse’s office, sitting in his chair with nothing to do but wonder why she had called him over there. Fireside High School’s baseball game was one hour away and he had to get ready, which meant that he cannot afford to be late today. However, the school nurse’s assistant gave him a note saying that the principal told him to report to the nurse’s office, leaving him curious as to why.
“Man, these check ups are so fucking boring,” bemoaned Aaron as he waited, “I hope that this is quick.”
Then, the door to his room opened and in walked Tabitha Carson, the redheaded school nurse, or Nurse Tabby to her patients. Nurse Carson was a very sexy woman with a hot body that was hidden under her uniform. As far as he heard from anyone that paid her a visit to her office, she was amazingly stunning for a 28-year-old woman. Of course, he wouldn’t know, since he had never been there until now. But now, here he is, in the presence of this beautiful woman.
“Hello there, Mr. Sandmurst,” smiled the nurse.
“Hello, Nurse Carson.” said Aaron as he sat up.
“I see that you got my message,” said the nurse.
“I did,” said Aaron.
“It’s nice to see you before the game.” said Tabitha.
“Is there any reason why you called me over here?” asked Aaron.
“Actually, yes. I’d like to give you a checkup,” said Tabitha.
“I’m not sure that I need a checkup,” said Aaron, “My arms and legs aren’t broken, my ankles aren’t twisted…”
“Actually, Aaron, that’s not what I had in mind,” Nurse Carson said, interrupting him.
“Pardon me?” said Aaron.
“Your checkup has much to do with one of your special talents. In fact, I’ve heard that yesterday, you’ve put that talent in action.”
“You mean running?”
Nurse Carson giggled and with a seductive smile, she said, “Not exactly.” Then she gave him a very sexy kiss which caused him to blush.
“Nurse Carson,” said Aaron, “What are you doing?”
“Why, I believe that I’m giving you my special treatment.”
“Nurse, I don’t think you should do that!” said Aaron.
Tabitha said, “Oh, come on, Aaron. Just relax and I’ll give you my word as school nurse that you’ll like it more than you liked humping that gymnast yesterday. Beside, I could use a little downtime. You would do me a favor by helping me out.”
“Well, in that case,” chuckled Aaron, “go right on ahead and be my guest, Nurse Carson.”
“Gladly,” purred Tabitha, “but please, call me Nurse Tabby. All the people that come to me do.”
“Okay then, Nurse Tabby,” said Aaron. Then he asked, “So, how exactly can I help you out, nurse? And what kind of special treatment are you going to give me?”
With a sultry purr, she answered, “To answer your second question, the sexual kind. Of course, this involves the answer to your first question…a nice, messy cum injection.” Then she unbuttoned her white nurse uniform and exposed her lingerie covered body before her. The sight of a 28-year-old nurse with C cup breasts, a trim waist, and shapely hips was a sight that caused him to drool, especially since he’s seeing her wearing only a white bra and panties. Aaron even found it hard for him to believe that she was a married mother of two children. With a sexy giggle, the nurse said, “Well, it looks like you’re ready for me,” when she saw the telltale bulge in his pants.
“It certainly does, Nurse Tabby,”
“Good, because so am I,” the nurse said. Tabitha quickly removed his pants and then his underwear, revealing his big, erect cock before her lusty eyes. After that, she briefly stroked his dick with her hands before she ran her tongue up and down his shaft. She then took his cock into her mouth and Aaron groaned at her actions. Gently gripping her head, Aaron watched and moaned in delight as the nurse deepthroated him and gave him an excellent blowjob. While she sucked his rod, one of Tabitha’s hands fondled his balls. As Tabitha sped up her blowjob, Aaron’s climax reached its peak and he moaned her name as he came into her mouth with a loud grunt, letting her swallow his cum almost completely.
“Mmmmmm,” the nurse said, tasting Aaron’s manjuices with his cock still in her mouth.
When he pulled out of Tabitha’s mouth, the nurse said, “Thanks for taking care of my oral cavity. Now, it’s time to care for my other hole.”
After she said that, Tabitha took off her bra and panties, turned around to reveal her shapely ass, and got down on her hands and knees while she made a come hither sign with one of her hands. Getting the message, Aaron got up off his bed, spread her ass cheeks to reveal her cunt and asshole, and slid his fingers into both her pussy and her anus. Tabitha gasped at this sexual intrusion as he began to finger fuck the nurse.
“Oh my god!” she gasped, “Keep going! Your fingers feel so good inside me!” Obliging the nurse, Aaron continued with his business. After half a minute of slowly pumping his fingers in and out of Tabitha’s pussy, he increased the pace of his fingering and pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt, faster and harder. This caused her to gasp, moan, and groan louder and faster. After a few minutes of fingering her, Aaron took his fingers out of the nurse’s pussy, and brought his mouth to her cunt, after which he started to lick her pussy.
“Aaahhh,” gasped Nurse Tabitha, as she felt his tongue on her cunt. Aaron licked at the nurse’s pussy lustfully and feverishly, enjoying the taste of her cunt as he did so. Tabitha said between the moans that came out of her mouth, “Aaron, what you’re doing to me is so amazing! Your tongue feels so good inside me!” This egged him on to eat her out faster, which in turn caused her to use one of her hands to fondle her tits while she held herself up with her other hand.
After a few minutes of licking and tasting her sweetness, Aaron’s tongue found the nurse’s clitoris and gave it a big lick. This action had the effect of causing Tabitha to cum, emitting a loud moan as his tongue lapped up the sweet juices that exploded out of her cunt. After that, he wiped up the cum that dripped out of her pussy with his fingers and licked her juices off of them.
Breathing softly, the nurse said, “Aaron, I’m ready for you to fuck me now.” With that, he quickly mounted her from behind, teasing her newly wet pussy with the head of his cock for a few moments until Tabitha said, “Damn it, Aaron, what are you waiting for? My pussy’s right here and it’s wet and horny! Quit waiting and fuck me now!”
Encouraged by the horny nurse, Aaron rammed his cock into her squishy snatch, causing her to shout loudly as she felt him inside her. “Oh my God!” Tabitha exclaimed as he started humping her from behind at a nice and steady pace, “Your cock feels terrific! Now fuck me! Fuck me good!” While Aaron was pumping into the nurse, he leaned forward to fondle her breasts and tease her nipples with one of his hands, earning a huge gasp from her. He used his other hand to smack the nurse’s butt, causing her to yelp loudly. Soon, Aaron gripped her hips with both of his hands and thrusted into her faster and Nurse Tabitha loved it, a fact which was made evident by the fact that her return thrusts increased speed as well.
“Oh, that feels so good! My husband never did me doggie-style!” shouted Tabitha.
“You like it from behind?” said Aaron as he fucked in and out of her.
“Hell no! I love it!” moaned Tabitha.
“Damn, you’re naughty,” said Aaron.
“Oh, keep going,” grunted Tabby,
“You’re really naughty to love being humped from behind, aren’t you, Tabby?”
“Oh, Aaron, keep going! Your dirty talk is getting me all fucking hot! Keep going!”
Aaron then got into it and said, “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you? You love to be fucked from behind, don’t you? You love to be assfucked like a whore, don’t you, you little nurse slut?”
“Oh god! Give me more! Fuck me hard! Fuck me fast! Fuck my brains out!”
Aaron obliged Nurse Tabitha by increasing the speed of his thrusts and humping Nurse Tabitha harder. As a result, her breasts jiggled with every thrust, her moans escalated in intensity, and her cunt was raw from the steady pistoning of Aaron’s rod. Due to his efforts, Aaron’s climax rose gradually.
“Oh fuck!” moaned Tabitha, “Faster! Harder! Deeper! Please, Aaron! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”
Encouraged by the nurse, Aaron quickened his pace and fucked the nurse fast and hard, causing Tabitha to yelp, pant, and moan more intensely in lustful pleasure, screaming out various obscenities as she did so. Each and every thrust he made was accompanied by a grunt of lust from him. After a few minutes, Aaron’s movements grew more erratic, as did Tabitha’s. This was a sure sign that they were both approaching their limits.
Aaron groaned, “Aah! Nurse Tabby! Your pussy feels so good! ”
The nurse moaned, “Oh, Aaron! Your dick is so wonderful inside my cunt!”
As Aaron kept pumping into her, Tabitha said, “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”
“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum too! I am gonna fucking pop!” grunted Aaron.
“Oh! Cum in me with your cock! Cum in me!”
Aaron then let go of all his restraint and aggressively fucked the nurse really fast and very hard, causing the nurse to shake with the force of his thrusts. Both were sweating with their passionate sex as they got increasingly close to climaxing. Finally, Aaron’s thrusting pushed Tabitha over the edge.
Tabitha shut her eyes and screamed as her body exploded in a big orgasm. As she shook violently and came on his cock, her pussy spasmed so hard that with one last thrust, he erupted into his own climax, letting out a loud growl as he came in her pussy, shooting a big stream of cum into her womb. Several pussy-filling squirts of cum later, Tabitha slid forward until her body was prone on the floor, and his softening cock popped out of her pussy as she fell. However, Aaron collapsed beside her, exhausted from the experience.
“Omigod,” panted Tabitha as she caught her breath and rolled over from her stomach to her back, “That was amazing!”
As Aaron also caught his breath and slowly got to his feet, with his he huffed, “Wow! Thanks, Nurse Tabby. That was one hell of a checkup. But I don’t know why the principal wanted me to fuck you.”
“Actually, the principal didn’t. I did. I sent that fake note form the principal to you because I’ve been wanting to have a turn with you for a long time. Now that I’ve had my fun, I want to thank you, stud,” confessed the nurse, “You’ve made my break very memorable!” As she spoke, she rubbed her leaking pussy.
“It was my pleasure,” responded Aaron.
“Oh, by the way, Aaron, shouldn’t you be getting ready for that game today?” Tabitha said to Aaron.
“Oh, crap!” shouted Aaron as realization dawned on him, “The baseball game! I’ve gotta go or else I’m going to be late!”
“Well, don’t let me stop you,” said Tabitha as Aaron looked for his pants and his underwear. When he found his underwear and pants and started to put them on, he took a quick glance at the nurse as she put on her bra and panties, her juices instantly soaking the latter.
With a giggle, Tabitha said, “Aaron, I hope that you can come to my office after the baseball game. I’m in serious need of an anal injection and I hope that you can give it to me.”
“I’ll be there, Nurse Tabby,” said Aaron, “and I’d be more than happy to oblige your request.”
- The End -
I pushed off the white hospital bed to my bare feet. My back was stooped forward from the pain in knees that were too swollen to straighten. I made a first step. The ankle hurt sharply as it bent forward. The knee was a dull intense pain as the joint surfaces rubbed against each other like the big drum of an orchestra. My hip was mostly tight. I had to pull hard on the muscles. I wobbled to arrive at the end of my first step.
Hospital room were always bare — bleak, white walls spare for the wooden cross and the decade old TV at the ceiling. The day outside was drab and cloudy, nothing to miss. I was going for the cross.
Each step haunted my body with half a dozen agonies. I felt like a battlefield in World War II. A soldier was groaning with a bullet in his body, crawling forward. That’s how my achy shoulder felt. Every step jarred it a little, and I had to pinch my lips together just like the dying soldier soldiering on. Just like that other soldier storming into the enemy ditch with a drawn saber, just as much was my effort futile. The age and disease were pulling me under no matter my bravado. I could not win. I could not surrender.
Finally, I reached the wall at the foot of my bed. To raise my hands up to the cross, I had to pull my right hand with my left hand. The shoulders were too painful to lift my hands over head. And, there it was that cross resting in my hands. A cross represented superstition and suppression of all the joys of life with rules. At worst, it was an effort to consider disease as a possession by evil spirits. The cross was to ward them off. That always made me queasy. I felt myself like a spawn of evil with a black hard.
Actually, it wasn’t so much that I did really bad things to people it. It was more that to deserve so much punishment of my body, I had to be really evil in the eyes of a benevolent father god or have collected massively bad karma. I still remember a yoga teacher telling us about karma. “Some people have such bad karma,” he said, “that you can feel it in their birth room. It’s so heavy on them already as babies.” I was shunned by people and blessed with frowns of disgust by people. That had always made me feel queasy at the idea of waking up one day shivering in a corner as far away from the cross, because suddenly it had taken power.
Those are my private thoughts. I’d never let anyone know the darkness that I harbor. I placed the cross down on the TV ledge and returned to my bed. Not a moment later did the nurse enter. I bellowed a warm good morning. I made sure to sing-song my voice to make it sound friendly. She asked how I was doing. I gave her an upbeat “better every day” with a smile.
The nurse was gorgeous. She looked like the models from magazine covers. She was tall, slender. Her legs were long and smooth. She had blond hair that was twisted on top of her head. Her face was long, slender, very feminine. There was bright red lip stick on her lips. Her eyes were painted elegant like for a night out in the town. She wore red high heels that lifted her up considerably. It gave her gait swing and staccato. Her nurse uniform was the kicker. It was a bright white jacket, that reached down to the middle of her thigh. It was form fitting tight. Her ample breast shaped the uniform.
Her legs were bare. The skin was blemish free and taut. I ogled her legs almost unembarrassed. I am an old man. Her face had already given me a scorn. She saw in me the old man with the wrinkles. She saw in me the abomination lying on my back with my neck fused so that it wouldn’t even touch the pillow. Yeah, people always ask me, if I am uncomfortable. However, my neck muscles are completely relaxed. My spine is simply like a stick holding me up. I saw the disgust at my sight playing in the corners of her mouth.
So, I did not care anymore. I starred at her knees to see the dimples in them. Her knees were so slender and flexible. I followed up her thighs. The lowest button of her medical coat was five inches from the bottom hem. When she made steps, the fabric parted like a triangle. It revealed glimpses into her intimate inside of her thighs. I had no illusions. There was too much fabric. I would not see her panties. Yet, I was rapt with attention like a cat that lay in hiding to stalk a mouse for hours.
She kept the conversation minimal to check off her chart. Did I have a bowel movement? She took my pulse and blood pressure. She sniffed the air for a moment to make me feel guilty. The last step was to lower the railing on the bed. It was so silly. Someone in the hospital administration had thought that raising and lowering were a special touch, kind of like wakeup and turn down service in a fancy hotel moves the remote control from the bedside stand to the coffee table.
To get to the railing on the other side of the bed, she had to lean over. It meant that she was coming into my personal space. I was laying there with the blankets kicked off, because I was hot. I was wearing a pajama. Hospitals always make you were gowns that leave your butt waving in the air. It’s never about better access for doctors to your body. It’s always about giving you a uniform, so that you accept that you are the sick person, or at least, so that you are humiliated. In either case, it’s to make you pliable to follow the doctor’s orders, no matter how much of a quack he is.
They never allow you to lie in a hospital bed in a sharp suit with a tie. No, that would deem too much respect. I tried it once. The old head nurse then got agitated. She would not calm down until I slipped into a pajama. A pajama was a half way compromise between the humiliation gown and a dress suit.
So, I was going to give the nurse a little respect and privacy by turning my head away, when she had to lean over so close to my light gray and white striped pajama pants. However, I caught a glimpse in the corner of my eyes of her fabric between the buttons bulging up. Each space between a button the front down her body lifted into a half circle. All the way from the top to the bottom of her medical jacket, I could see underneath.
Underneath, I saw her bare skin. Her belly was flat and taut. Her breasts were in a snuggly fitting light blue lace bra. Her panties were tight, dark blue lace ones. I saw the top of her thighs. I saw a little bare skin of her inside boob. My eyes scanned up and down, trying to take in as much detail as I had. Her skin was young. She was perhaps in her mid-twenties.
I had an immediate reaction. The loose fabric of my cotton pajama pants had ripples in them. My cock tried to camouflage as a thick ripple. She knew. She sniffed with disdain. Yet, she didn’t say anything. It only confirmed her view as me as a subhuman dirty old man. I could tell in her eyes that I was beyond remedy and normal human connection.
I can’t blame her. With my neck stiff, I watched people through the corners of my eyes. That always exposed a lot of white of my eye that gave me a scared and horrified look, even though I was merely looking at someone.
The doctor came in. He was wearing a suit and tie. The white medical coat flapped over the dress without being buttoned. He had a little brown beard over his lip, which tried to give him a refined look with his designer glasses. The nurse stepped back and raised her chest in attention with her hands clutched together.
“File,” barked the doctor without looking at the nurse. The nurse handed him my file with the elbow straight from a distance. The doctor took one short look and threw it on the floor with a thundering voice. “This is shit — absolute shit,” he yelled at the nurse with spit flying from his mouth ripped wide open. “Pick that up,” he added more quietly.
Then he turned to me with forced composure. His lips were pointed almost whistling, when he addressed me. “I apologize for the incompetence of my staff. I will take personally care that you will receive a high standard of care. As punishment, the nurse will be scrubbing all the toilets.”
“Excuse me,” said the nurse weakly. “We have a janitor. And, I have a big patient load.”
The doctor looked the nurse up and down. It wasn’t an ogling look. It was more a look of restraint anger. Then with a sharp voice, he turned to me, “do you think that she looks hot, attractive?” I feared a trick question and reluctantly nodded, “yes, she is quite a looker.” The doctor had been impatient for me to finish my slow response. He spoke on with passion. “Yes, her looks got her through nursing school. However, that ends now. Now, she has to actually proof herself. Her looks mean nothing here. It’s back to basics for her.”
The nurse had a pale shocked face. Yet, there was a hint of defeat, like this wasn’t the first time, like she had to endure those outbursts over and over. There were no tears. It was lifeless defeat.
“Show our patient what you know. What is amoxicillin indicated for?”
“Bacterial infections like pneumonia, bronchitis…”
“That’s enough. You got lucky.”
The nurse was slightly shaking. The doctor was staring at the chart and calming down. I had seen a lot during my hospital visits: drunken doctors that threw up in front of me, doctors blatantly ordering the wrong medication and forging the charts, immature nurses that played tricks on each other with patient poo. If you stay a little longer than a polite half hour visit during visitation hours, there is a lot that goes on in hospitals. This was new to me.
The doctor called for the head nurse. The head nurse was a forty year old short, big belly lady with a bossy face. She wore blue scrubs. She sent the nurse away. The doctor left. She looked over the room. I asked her, why the young nurse was dressed so provocatively. The head nurse bluntly replied that everyone in the hospital was allowed to wear their personal clothes, except for the young nurse. She had dressed inappropriately and was now required to wear the official uniform. I protested that the official uniform was surely a little tighter, kind of like the sexy stewardess uniforms from the 70′s. The head nurse ignored me and left the room.
I spent the afternoon trying to swat a fly. See, when you are as handicapped as I am, there is no chance of me ever getting the fly. My hand moves slowly as molasses as the joints creek and my ligaments scream in pain. However, it is good exercise. It keeps me moving. It’s a lot more entertaining than the physical therapy of raising and lowering my arm fifty times. At least it keeps me from turning on the TV and dulling my mind with that trash. So, I slowly shuffled around the hospital room all day chasing the fly. I named her ‘Daisy.’ I don’t know why. If you spend a couple hours chasing the same fly, it just gets personal.
By the time that the young nurse came back for the evening check-in, I was lying in bed. Outside was the half-light of dawn telling me that another day of my life had passed. I was still panting from the fly chase. My chest is rigid. So, getting air is not that easy. My belly was pumping up and down. Because my body is so frail and thin, when my belly pops out for an inhale, it’s like a balloon rising. I was slightly sweaty. My clothes were a tumbled mess. My long combed hair was trailing down my face.
The nurse worked over my chart in a solemn way. The bounce was out of her step. If I were to work with people like the doctor, I’d feel like a beaten puppy as well. My thoughts did not dwell much on her sad life. The blood pooled in my loin for another old geezer boner. As anticipated the whole afternoon, she leaned over again to raise the bed railing. Again I got a wonderful inside gaze unto her bare skin under the medical coat. It was like BBC Planet Earth — the world’s most beautiful pictures.
Out of nowhere, I got the impulse to push her head down onto my penis. I swear that I did not plan this. I have never done this before. It was a flash of a thought. Before I properly vetted it, my hands were on the back of her head pushing her head down to the loin of my gray and white striped pajamas. She impulsively pushed back with her head. There is no way that I could have held her down with my rotten body. However, after her instinctive reaction passed, she gave up. She just gave up.
I had her face hovering two inches of my pajamas groin. She had lushes red lips. Her eyes were warm and blue. The blond strands of hair were thick and smooth. Her cheeks were high and a little rosy. It was the most erotic thing that I had seen in a long time.
One part of my brain rebelled that I was in big trouble and needed to let go. Another, treacherous part told me to go with it. “Go with it. It’ll feel so good. Just do it. Do it.” We stood there in a standoff. The nurse was calm like a lamb led to slaughter. Her body posture was slumped and defeated. I went with the second voice.
I quickly pulled down the draw string pajamas. With my groin naked and penis stiff, I pressed her lips against my penis lengthwise. The sense of her pressed, moist lips against the length of my shaft felt delicious. The second voice in my head congratulated me with a ripple of good emotions through my body. I felt sweet saliva of pleasure rising in my mouth.
I thought, she’d struggle with her jaw clenched. However, after she felt my penis on her luscious lips, she opened her mouth and took my penis in. She gave me a blow job. I guided her head up and down with my hands on the back of her head. My fingers curled under her locks to get a better grip. It was the best thing that I had felt in years. I felt guilty, yet the heat of pleasure drove me on to keep going.
She paused for a moment to talk to my penis without turning to me with a sad voice, “everyone is just taking advantage of me and talking down to me. I don’t deserve to be treated well anymore. Those doctors make me take so much shit. And, I take and I take. And, this little dick, it’s just one more thing. I can’t fight anymore. I have no more fight in me.”
Tears ran down her face. A pouch of sadness filled in my stomach. I was shocked. I was shocked at the suffering that I saw bursting out of her. It made me feel horrible. I felt like I was drowning a cat in a bag in the river. Her whole slump and soft sobs were so sad.
Yet, she sucked. Her lips were puckered to show the outline of her teeth. She sucked my cock with the most intense pleasure. I could not stop it. I was stuck in a boat carousing toward a deadly waterfall. I knew of the impending crash. I knew how horrible, yet I forced her head down again with my hand. There were dark age spots on my hands. I wore a big golden ring with a red seal. Her hair was tussled by now from my pushes on the back of her head. My hand was really just resting on the back of her head with my bad joints. She was doing all the work.
My free hand reached up the inside of her thighs. Her skin felt deluxe, smooth, warm. I slowly moved up to her panties. The bottom of her buttocks were small and pointed. The dark blue lace panties had a firm fabric. I lifted the medical jacket over her butt to expose the cute butt. It was surely trained by Pilates Reformer. That’s what young girls did to get those sexy bodies. I ran my fingers along the edge of her panties. I lifted them to explore the tender skin underneath. I was so happy.
She paused for another moment. She whimpered, “in a twisted way, this feels so good. I have felt treated like scum since I started at this hospital. Though, I couldn’t say anything. Now, I am literally scum for sucking a disgusting, disease riddled, old man’s cock. It’s such a relief. Nobody has ever raped me in this hospital. However, every day, every waking and sleeping hour, I feel raped. And, people can’t see it. And, now it is open. And, I’m crying again. Oh, it’s such a relief to cry. My tears had dried up. You are a rotten monster to shove your cock up my mouth. But, I’m at the bottom of my life. I feel good to let that feeling out.”
Another shock to my belly. I had forgotten in the waves of pleasure how poor that woman felt about her life. It turned my guts over. At the same time, my loin was on fire. I was near the point of no return. Her wet mouth was running up and down my dick. Her ass was sticking out. She could feel it coming as well. Her hand wrapped around the base of my penis that’s he couldn’t reach with her lips. She started pumping that part as well.
It was unfair, because I knew that I’d only hold out for four more strikes. I squeezed my perineum to hold back the juice in my balls. And, then the unconscious control of my brain overrode it and the jizz shot into her mouth. She doubled her efforts of sucking hard. It spurted out of me and into her without my control. The intense pleasure in my head welled up.
I told her to stop. She was still sucking hard, yet my penis had turned sensitive. She looked at me like a lost lamb.
“Are you going to tell? I’m in big trouble, right?”
“I can’t tell. I have made complaints in the beginning. Though, they always turn it around to make it my fault and heap punishment on me.”
“There surely must be an ethics committee to oversee the hospital.”
“Yes, the doctor is the head of it. If I ever made a complaint, they’d make sure that I’d never practice again.”
“I feel horrible.”
“That makes you a little more human than they.”
“You have all the evidence in your mouth.”
She swallowed. Then, she opened her mouth. She stuck out her ping, wet tongue. She pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth to show me the underside. “It’s all gone.” She smiled. I pointed to a drop of white sperm that was hanging down from the side of her mouth. She picked it up with her finger and licked it off. “Happy?” I nodded in a very confused way.
A moment ago, I was on my way to a life sentence. The next moment, my victim destroyed all the evidence for me. She saw my hesitation, “without evidence, it would be your word against mine.” I slowly nodded. She left.
I slept very restless that night. I always sleep restless, because my body hurts in the same position and makes me move around all night. However, tonight I was horny as a dog from the memories of the day. And, I was soaking with sweet from the terror of getting into trouble. There was nothing that I could do. I tried to slow my breathing to calm down my pounding heart. All I could do was wait until the jitters would go on their own.
The next day, every time she came, I was filled with terror that robbed all of my thoughts. I tried to not to glean glances under her white medical coat. She was sexy. There was no way of controlling that feeling.
In the evening, my door opened unexpectedly. The broom like strip under the door scraped over the linoleum floor. It was quiet out in the hallway. The day staff had left already. Only the night staff was left to handle emergencies. The click-clock of her high heels was unmistakable. It was soft, because she was depressed. Yet, the shoes themselves were so pointed that they always made a sound.
She pulled a chair next to my bed. I looked at her quiet with panic. This time, my eyes watching her through the corners showing a lot of white were really showing fear.
“I just want to talk.” Oh, there we go. I better admit my guilt and swear to never do it again. “I have nobody to talk to anymore. Ever since starting to work here, I have no more time for outside friends. They all dropped away forgetting about me.”
“I’m sorry,” I said genuinely. I knew what it felt to have friends drop away. My disease took a lot of my strength that other people would have spent to solidify their social ties.
“They assigned me not only a double or triple shift. They have done that before. This time, I’m not allowed to leave the hospital for a whole week. Can you imagine how bleak a life looks like with only work, no break, no joy, no friendly contact? I can’t even visit my mother this weekend.”
“I kind of do. I spend weeks in the hospital with nothing but four bleak walls and a house of a pain. Why do you confess to me?”
“I know that you won’t talk. I talked to other patients before. Tidbits always found their way back to other nurses. And, they’d use it against me. I put roses on someone’s desk, and I’m guilty of violating hospital policy. I refuse roses on the bedside, and I am guilty of being a lacking compassion.”
Tears ran down her face. The blue in her eyes became even clearer as the emotion surfaced. I carefully put my arm on her back. She surrendered and leaned forward on my chest. She curled up with her arms in front of her chest.
“Why don’t you quit?”
“If I quit early in my five year program, I need their recommendation letter to continue it at another hospital. They made clear that they’d give me the worst letter possible. I’m going crazy. All the pressure is making me prone to depression and anxiety. From my medical knowledge, I know that. However, I can’t shake the horrible worthless feelings that I have in me. I feel worthless, but I can’t tell anybody.”
I gently petted her hair in long strokes. Her intense breathing calmed. A soft shudder of sadness rolled out of her.
She continued, “when people look at me, they only see how hot I am. It scares them. Everyone always thinks that I get a free ride. However, I have to study harder than everyone else. The oral examinators are always harder on me. I can tell. I compared the questions. And, nobody is helping me. They always pick the people that they think are the smartest. The hot blondie couldn’t possibly be smart. Patients look at me uneasy. They never say anything. However, their eyes are more tormenting than words could be. They don’t trust that a hot young woman could poke a vein properly. I learned that in my first year.”
The words poured out of her with deep sighs. I softly rocked her. I hadn’t had a human connection in the last decade of my year. I felt connected to my youth, when friends openly cried on my shoulder and we shared secrets.
For a long time, she was quiet. We took in the silence of the hospital night. She continued with caution. “You are a paraya as well. With your stiff body and haunted facial expressions, people look at you with disgust. I’m not trying to hurt you. It’s the truth. People are terrified that if they’d touch you, some of that beyond human deformation would leap onto them. They want to be with happy people.”
“In a way, you are right. I feel that.”
“I felt such freedom, when you took me. A lot of times, I feel like I deserve better. I got really good scored on my medical exams. I look good. I work out. However, I am treated like shit. And, so I struggle to hold up that I am worth something. And, it’s a struggle. You seemed low and disgusting. And, by being thrown on you, I felt like I could let go of that struggle. It is sick. I want to be humiliated by you again. I want to feel free for a few minutes again. Just for a few minutes, I don’t have to hold myself up against everyone telling me that I suck. Just for a few minutes, I want to be as debased as everyone sees me that I can stop struggling against it.”
I felt like protesting. Multiple words poured out of my brain into my mouth. It was like three people trying to get out the door at the same time. The words got stuck against each other. Only huffing air poured out of me.
“Have sex with me. I’m the only night nurse left.”
I still felt like protesting. However, the offer was too good. I had spent enough times in my life hesitating. Each time, I had told me to snap an opportunity without thought and suffer the consequences. Now, I was fast.
“Yes,” I pulled my drawstring pajamas down my butt. My cock was already hard from the warm embrace. I had simply tried to ignore it being the good guy.
She pulled her panty down and over her red high heels. She put the panty opening over the corner of my foot board. Her lace dark blue panties hung there. She climbed on top of the bed, which was easy for her, because she was so tall. She kneeled on both sides of my abdomen.
Her hand reached for my penis to lift it up and point it toward her cunt. I always loved that moment, because it made girls hunch over a little. They were always so cautious and focused, when they funneled my penis into their pussy.
“Condom,” blurted out of my mouth.
“Don’t worry. I have seen your chart. You are clean.”
I smiled. I felt her bare pussy, the wet, soft mucous membranes against my bare skin. I was too old that catching a bug would not matter much. Her insides were still a little dry. My skin got pulled hard. Her hips moved an inch up and down. On the second stroke, it slipped in smooth as an eel.
She slowly unbuttoned her white medical jacket to show me her flat belly button and light blue lace bra. “You deserve a little show,” she said lifting a bang out of her face.
I watched her half undressed was so sexy. Her shiny red high heels were moving around on my white blankets with her thumping downward movement. Her hair turned quickly messy hanging over her face. Her lower lip hang limp with her mouth slightly open. Her eyes were closed with the intention turned deeply inward to feel the fire in her loin. She moaned with a visceral shiver. She was in her own world.
She leaned forward to rest on her hands next to my shoulder. She starred me straight into the eyes with her vibrantly blue bedroom eyes and half closed black painted eye lashes. Her lower lip pressed against her upper teeth, as if she was holding something back.
“You are such a disgusting old fart. You don’t even seem human with your curved hump. Your face is so distorted from pain. And, I, the beautiful rose, throw myself on top of you. I feel so debased to take you into my most intimate place.”
I moaned softly. Whatever got her off. I was too focused on my cock inside of her.
“What do you smell like?” she leaned forward to smell my neck. “You smell like, death, disease, and old age. It is so disgusting. All that smell is rubbing itself off in my pussy.”
I watched her with wide open eyes. Her belly with girding itself around my penis. Her abdomen was tense to pull her loin over my penis with the right thrust and angle. The fire in her loins was burning at 345 degrees. Her face had tears running down her face. She was crying. There was intense sadness in her face.
She found the catheter in the crook of my arm. She played with it. “You are sick. You lost all your beauty. You are just a heap of old bones. Your body is so frail that it is disgusting. I fear that I would break you, if I’d lean on you. You mumble, when you speak, because your jaw is deteriorating. Nobody likes you anymore. I could have been a model. And, now I’m thrown onto the lowest subhuman. I am so worthless to fuck you.”
With each word, her mouth spit at me. The spit only turned me on even more. I felt reluctant about her words. However, each word fired her loins on to be even more intense. I could feel her pussy gripping tighter.
“Go ahead, grab my ass, suck my tits. I want you to take me, like when you raped my mouth. Just wrap all your old age and hate around me.
I did not wait a second. My right hand reached under her coat to grab her juicy ass. She popped her boobs out of her bra, yet kept the bra on under her boobs. I hungrily sucked on her big nipples. She moaned out and dropped her head back. “Yeah, wrap your disgust, death, and baseness all around me. Envelop and drown me in abandonment.”
The more I pushed myself on her, the more her buttons were pushed. Her whole body was raking and twisting over mine. My hand wrapped around her boob. It was a big bubble of natural mammary gland in my hand. Her pussy was so extremely wet now that I could barely feel her. And, that’s why she was slamming herself so hard onto me. Sweet pooled at the inside tendons of her thigh from the exertion. It made a slapping and sucking sound with each thrust.
“I want to feel your cripple cum inside of my belly.” Her eyes opened again. It was an intense display of disgust, anger, hate, sadness, and ecstasy taking over and chasing each other. Her head would cock back in disgust, while her teeth would bite her lip seductively. A tear would roll down her eyes, while intensity of hate starred right at me. She was punishing, beating me with her pussy in that moment. And, then a guttural inhale burst out of the erotic tension in her body.
The drain in my penis spasmed. I could not hold back. My cum freely shot inside of her. She whispered out of breath, “just in the right moment.” I couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe.
The moment burned into my mind: her wicked face leaned over me. Her medical coat, hair, and makeup were an utter mess. Her little tight body under those clothes was full of tension and fluid motions.
Drowsy from the orgasm, I barely registered the rest. She pulled herself off me. A long wet spurt of fluid came out of her — a mixture of her pussy juices and my cum. She wiped it off with my white crumbled bed sheets. She buttoned her medical jacket up swiftly. She twirled her lace panties around her finger for a swirl and stuffed it into her coat jacket. She walked out as before.
- 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 -
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.
I walked into the waiting room of the new doctor’s office and was pleased to find it wasn’t crowded. With a sigh of relief I walked to check in at the nurse’s station. I handed over my license and tried not to frown at the picture. Do they purposely try to catch you squinting and half smiling? I am 5’6″ with long brown hair and brown eyes, average build with large breasts and incredible long legs which are probably my best feature. The gritty license picture does me no justice.
I also handed over my new insurance card. That’s why I was there. The cheaper insurance plan for my employer means I had to switch doctors from the nice, woman friendly gynecological practice to this place where the doctor seems to go by only Dr. J. Very shady.
The waiting room had an unclean feel. The chairs looked dirty and the magazines were showing Christmas holiday gift giving advice despite the fact that it was April. I was happy to take my seat and get away from the nurses. I had been putting this check-up off for more than a year because I have a horrible problem with the doctor’s office.
The usual check up with my family practitioner is no problem but unfortunately gynecological exams were my downfall. I wasn’t afraid of them – I was turned on to the point of humiliation. Already in this dingy waiting room I started feeling the wetness seeping into my panties. I had tried so hard to dress conservative in jeans and a modest shirt and even my underwear were playfully innocent with a pink polka-dot bra and bikini cut red panties. Nothing about the outfit or my appearance screamed “sexual deviant.”
And yet I was itching to stroke my pussy through my jeans. I picked up a magazine, opened to an article (“Perfect Tips for Staying Thin This Thanksgiving Season!”) and used it as a shield as I examined the other patients in the waiting room: an obviously pregnant woman messing with her phone, a septuagenarian reading some dime-store romance novel, a sexy young woman, lips slightly parted as though she was struggling to keep her breathing steady…
Oh wait, one wall was a mirror. I flipped a few pages in the magazine to hide the flush creeping into my face. I squirmed uncomfortable in the chair knowing my pussy was oozing onto my red panties. I knew I should have masturbated before I got there but I had been nervous the doctor could somehow tell my sin from the examination. Now I was in dire straights. I thought desperately about rubbing one out quietly in the waiting room…
I repositioned the magazine and flipped the page (“Holiday Fashions for Any Figure”). My jeans were tight but I could still rub my clit through the fabric. It was already getting enlarged from just being in the room and waiting for an exam. I teased the outline of it through the fabric and felt my body tense. Nipples began getting hard and showing through my bra and thin shirt. Soon the teasing touch was too little, and I ached for further relief. I decided to risk unbuttoning my jeans…surely they wouldn’t call me anytime soo..
“ANGEL?” called a gruff voice from the back of the waiting room. I dropped the magazine guiltily, picked up my purse, and walked to the door ignoring the hot wetness between my legs.
The nurse had a real attitude problem and she seemed really unhappy at her job. I smiled at her.
She took me to a back area where they weighed me, measured my height, and then showed me to a door. I was still struggling to keep my arousal under control. This was all the foreplay leading up to the doctor’s exam and I was on edge from the anticipation. I didn’t realize she was holding a cup out to me.
“Hello? Urine sample? This way…”
Oh duh, of course. Perfect! The privacy of a bathroom would give me time to get rid of my overwhelming need to get off surely. I thanked Nurse Bitchy and took the cup into the bathroom. The fixtures were all very old but the room was clean at least. I sat down on the toilet and prepared to fill my sample cup according to directions. (Really, how many directions do there need to be? Step 1. Pee in Cup) Once the sample was done and I had used the sanitary wipes to clean up I decided to give myself a quick feel.
Leaning back against the back of the toilet with my jeans and red panties around my ankles I began to rub my excited clit while I stroked my thighs and body with my other hand. Already breathing so hard I knew I had to focus if I wanted to get done before suspicions arose. I slid the other hand down and teased my pussy lips open, spreading my legs wider where I sat on the toilet. I slid one finger in and imagined the way the doctor would do this same procedure momentarily…I could feel my body tensing as I rubbed my pussy with one hand and fingered it with the other.
BANG-BANG-BANG. “Ma’am? Do you need assistance?”
I moaned as I quickly sat up and began pulling my clothes on. “justaminute.” I remembered to wash my hands and get my sample before leaving the bathroom. A quick glance in the mirror told me how red my face was. My heart was beating so fast I couldn’t hear a worse Nurse Bitchy was saying but I followed her anyways.
The exam room. My pussy gave a delicious jump when I saw the stirrups. All my attempts to stop my intense arousal had only made it worse. Breathing heavy I was struggling just to keep it together.
“Please get undressed. The doctor will be in shortly.”
I looked around and did not see any gowns. I called out after her, “Sorry, where are the gowns?”
The door was already shut but I heard the muffled reply of “Budget Cuts.”
Seriously?! This wasn’t going well at all. I put down my purse and started to undress while looking around the room. Other than the bed with its crinkle paper covering, one old chair and a doctor’s stool on wheels there was no other furniture. Shower curtain rings hung from a pole but the privacy curtain was missing. I took my shirt off and folded it neatly on the chair. I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them adding them to the pile. I unclipped my bra and felt my nipples harden to the cold. My hands flew to them instinctively.
And while I stood there in the fluorescent lit exam room rolling my nipples between my fingers I debated with myself. Do I take my panties off? They were cute and red with strings for sides. If I left them on the doctor would see how wet they were. A quick feel confirmed what I already knew: they were soaked and clearly outlining my pussy lips. If I took my panties off I risked looking foolish if it was understood I should retain some amount of privacy. What if I was supposed to take them off?
I was still standing and debating when a knock was at the door and then it immediately opened and admitted the doctor.
It was actually Dr. Jackson according to his name tag and he was so dreamy. He walked in accompanied by a middle aged nurse. Dr. Jackson was tall with big hands and a white doctor’s coat on. His hair was brown and cropped short. He seemed to be in good shape for being in his 40s and clean shaven. The nurse (nametag: MISTY) looked friendly and matronly. They looked at me in unison and surprise.
“You’ll need to take your underwear off, Miss Angel,” said Dr. J. That answered that.
I blushed, apologized, and bent over at the waist as I slowly pulled my wet panties down my legs and placed them on top of my folded pile of clothes. When I turned back around, completely naked, the doctor and nurse were both smiling politely.
I love being watched. I took my time climbing onto the exam table. I felt the thin table covering immediately cling to the moisture originating from my cunt.
“If you’ll lean back we will start with the breast exam,” said Dr. J. I leaned on the table which was reclined but was not flat back. When I scooted back to get comfortable my legs fell slightly open. I decided not to fix it since there was really no reason to be shy. These people were professionals.
The nurse rolled in a metal table and was arranging some tools on top. She wheeled the table beside the exam table while the doctor sat on the rolling stool and came beside where I was laying. A push of the button had him lowering me until he could comfortably look down on my 36C breasts. A few stolen glances at his face told me his eyes were hazel. Dreamy.
I cleared my mind as the doctor reached down and started groping my breasts with a firm, knowledgeable touch. My nipples were so hard. His gloved hand brushed my right nipple as he moved to the left breast, reaching across my body. I gasped.
“Are you allergic to latex?”
“Mmmno…” I answered. He was still massaging my breast. He moved back to the other. Squeezing. Gripping. Gently pulling on my left nipple, and then my right. I moaned.
“Oh dear,” said the nurse. She was frowning at my behavior. I felt so very dirty.
“Yes, it seems we have a special case. Miss Angel, are you aroused by your exam?”
Lie? Truth? Lie? “Uhhh…”
And then his gloved hand slid to my slightly parted thighs and one skilled finger parted my pussy lips and barely entered my slit.
“You are dripping wet. Are you ovulating or do you find this examination arousing?”
It was impossible not to rock my hips slightly on that gloved finger. He responded by moving his finger to gently massage my swollen clit as I pushed my hips towards his touch.
“She is definitely aroused, Dr. J.”
“I agree Misty. We will try to make this appointment as comfortable for you as possible, Miss Angel.”
“Thanks,” I managed, between moans. Nurse Misty was already coming to the table and pulling out the stirrups while Dr. J pushed a button and now the table was leaning back further until I was flat on my back. The doctor patted the stirrups and I needed no further encouragement. Once my feet were in the proper position Dr. Jay unwound some leather straps and secured them to my ankles.
“Uh..doctor,” I started to ask, although the idea of being strapped in was already making my pussy leak out onto the table.
“It is for your protection, Miss Angel. Sometimes people that become aroused at these exams require additional attention and we would hate for you to strain yourself during the treatment.”
I had no idea what was going on but I allowed the doctor to finish securing the straps tightly around my ankles and then he began to push my legs further apart. Each time the stirrups extended slightly further there was a click until finally my thighs were as far apart as I could handle. I whimpered and the doctor immediately stopped pushing. “No need to worry Miss Angel. Just making sure we have full access to your genital region.”
My hands were still free and I had no idea what to do with them. They seemed to have a mind of their own, moving to stroke the sides of my breasts while I looked down at my legs spread obscenely wide. The doctor picked up a tool from the assortment on the table and with a push of a button a monitor on the ceiling came on. The doctor was fiddling with a remote and the scene on the monitor adjusted and came into focus. There was a camera positioned right at my spread pussy.
“I hope you do not mind. Part of the way we help cover costs is by providing training videos we record during our examinations. Your insurance plan requires this,” said Dr. J.
Well, that didn’t seem good at all but I was captivated.
I had never seen myself spread this wide before. My hands immediately flew to my cunt to touch it, feeling the silky wetness there. Thanks to laser hair removal the only hairs that grow are downy and light despite me having dark hair. The vision on the monitor captivated my attention.
I got so horny looking at my spread pussy that I didn’t hear Dr. J. “You MUST move your hands,” he reiterated.
“Oh, uhh, sorry,” I said, as I pulled my hands reluctantly away from my enlarged clit. The nurse was watching with a worried look on her face. God I love being watched.
The doctor moved the stool between my legs and licked a gloved finger. “I will start with the external exam,” he said and I felt my pussy tense. He started to trace along the spread lips of my cunt, using two fingers to feel along every crevice and fold. The stirrups and straps made it impossible for me to move, impossible to even thrust my hips towards his hand. He then pulled the skin off of my clit and began to gently massage it between two fingers. I was a groaning mess seeing a close up on the monitor of my clit being rubbed.
“Yes doctor, oh god..” I was moaning. Nurse Misty frowned. The doctor withdrew his hand and I realized my legs were shaking in the stirrups. I gave a frustrated moan, struggling against the restraints to push my hips towards the doctor. My hand automatically flew to my pussy and I started to play with my clit in front of him.
Dr. J. frowned at Nurse Misty. “Would you mind restraining her hands as well, Nurse?”
I started to protest, but Nurse Misty was already pulling one hand over my head and buckling a similar leather restraint around my left wrist. She then repeated the action with my other hand until they were restrained over my head while I lay on the exam table still buckled into the stirrups with my legs as wide as possible.
“Now Miss Angel, we are going to start the internal examination,” said the Doctor. My eyes were back on the overhead monitor and I watched as the doctor slid a gloved hand down to my slit and began to trace the opening of my pussy with the tip of his finger. The more he prodded the wider it seemed to gape on the monitor. “I can tell you are very tight as well as being very aroused by this procedure. I am going to make sure you are properly lubricated.”
It was the only warming I got before he scooted the stool closer and leaned down to connect his warm tongue to my throbbing clit. I could feel his latex finger circling my entrance while his tongue was teasing me so slowly that I couldn’t help but gasp and moan. I strained against the bindings wanting to grab his head and grind my pussy onto his face.
“Try to relax, Miss Angel,” said Nurse Misty, but I was too tensed from the sensation of the doctor’s tongue while watching him eat me out on the monitor. His tongue moved to trace along my outer lips before it dived deep into my already dripping hole. A gloved thumb moved to gently manipulate my clit while he prodded deeper into my cunt with his tongue.
I closed my eyes and felt my body tense, knowing an orgasm was imminent. I gasped and moaned. The doctor noticed the change and took that time to thrust two fingers deep into my pussy. I felt my walls contract around his fingers immediately as my climax hit in intoxicating waves, releasing the tension I’d felt since I had first made the appointment.
As my moans subsided, the doctor continued to push on my stomach with one hand while he probed deep into my vagina with the other. His head was cocked to the side and he seemed engrossed in what he was doing. There was a copious amount of my pussy juices smeared on his chin and cheeks.
I lay panting, my entire body flushed and uncomfortable from being restrained in such an awkward position. I watched the monitor as the doctor moved away. My pussy was glistening wet and flushed from the excitement. I was so caught up in staring at myself that I failed to notice Nurse Misty approaching with another instrument.
The doctor was holding the speculum as he wheeled himself back between my legs. He placed the closed device at my entrance and began to slowly slide the instrument into my cunt. I was so wet from having just cum that there was no resistance and the instrument was extremely thin in the closed position. I did wince as it seemed to hit the back of my womb. The doctor noticed the resistance and stopped pushing the metal rod into my pussy.
I turned my attention back to the monitor and watched as the doctor began to turn the screws which caused the instrument to open. After a few seconds, the doctor started turning slower and slower and the pressure in my pussy became unbearable. I gave a frightened whimper.
“I’m sorry Miss Angel, it’s just another few minutes. It’s important that we get a good view for the video.”
I continued to gasp and moan as the pressure continued; it looked like my pussy could not possibly stretch any wider. I was always very tight and had never seen myself spread to such an extreme. Tears sprung into my eyes. The doctor seemed to sense my distress and reached a finger to begin rubbing my clit while my pussy was spread wide.
He reached for an instrument and shined a tiny flashlight into the deepest recesses of my cunt. I was moaning now, not just because he had resumed his attentions on my clit, but also because the flashlight gave an obscene view on the monitor of my insides.
The doctor pushed the stool away from between my legs leaving an unobstructed view of the speculum buried in my pussy and open to an extreme position. I was feeling such an ache, I began to whimper and moan. “Please take it out,” I begged.
“I’m sorry Miss Angel, this is for studious purposes. We are going to need to observe the reaction to your inner walls when you experience a violent gagging sensation.”
“Nurse Misty, could you please see that our patient is as comfortable as possible during this procedure?”
And suddenly things were happening so fast I couldn’t keep up. One second Nurse Misty was grabbing a new tool that began to buzz suspiciously and moving it toward my exposed twat. She put the vibrator against the speculum and my entire pussy was instantly electrified from the feeling of vibrations deep within my body. Her finger was gently teasing my clit out of its hood while she held the vibrator against the metal rod.
So lost in moaning and experiencing this new feeling I didn’t notice Dr. J had moved to beside my head on the exam table and was stroking his big cock. I was sad to have missed the moment when it sprung, fully hard and over 7 inches, from his black slacks. I could see it was already glistening with precum that he was rubbing into his shaft and getting closer and closer to my head.
I struggled against my bindings uselessly as the doctor approached but was conflicted on whether I wanted to get away or swallow him whole in one movement.
“Doctor, I..” I started, but as soon as my lips parted the salty head of his cock was forced between my lips.
“Shhh, Miss Angel. It’s important that you relax,” he said as he pushed his dick further into my waiting mouth.
I took my time, exploring his cock with my tongue, tasting his precum and attempting to bob my head on his member but finding it hard being so restrained. The vibrating on my pussy combined with his dick in my mouth was building me up for another orgasm quickly. He didn’t mind my lack of movement, putting a firm hand behind my head and pushing himself deeper into my mouth until he was hitting the back of my throat. I tried to relax, gasped for air when he retreated from my throat and then moaned as he pushed forward again. Then I gagged.
The spasm through my restrained body was violent and I felt my cunt contract around the invading speculum and almost manage to dislodge it.
“Impressive,” moaned Dr. J, before thrusting back into my throat. The onslaught was brutal and I was lost in the feeling of having my face fucked by the doctor while simultaneously having my clit rubbed and entire genital area vibrating. It was too much. I was gagging again, this one more violent than the last.
Each time he forced his dick into my throat hard enough to make me gag my body shook and the walls of my pussy threatened to push the metal torture device out onto the table. The questionable test continued for several minutes as I slurped noisily on Dr. J’s cock. Without warning, he grunted loudly and forced his dick to the back of my throat where I felt his length throbbing and shooting thick strands down my throat.
There was no choice but to swallow and I gagged and struggled to handle the large load. The sensation of his cum filling my mouth and gagging me pushed me over the edge. I cried out though it was muffled by his dick in my mouth and I continued to swallow and suck his cock until the doctor was spent.
I enjoyed myself thoroughly as I got my fill of the doctor’s cum. After he withdrew, leaving me gasping for breath I felt the nurse quickly spin the screws and the pressure in my pussy immediately lessened. The doctor took a few steps away from me and though his back was turned I could tell he was adjusting himself.
Nurse Misty gave a polite smile as she moved to undo the bindings on my hands and then those around my ankles. “All done now, Miss Angel!”
I was struggling to catch my breath as I carefully dressed myself and tried to fix my hair. A few strands were soaked with spit from sucking the doctor off with my head sideways while lying down. I smoothed those strands and hoped no one would notice or at least not guess what had happened.
I was in a satisfied haze as the doctor handed me a signed form and smiled a dashing smile. He didn’t seem phased in the slightest by the testing that had occurred. As I exited the room, he was pressing buttons on the remote control and the monitor I had forgotten went black. I hoped that video really was for learning purposes. Or maybe I hoped it was for personal purposes.
With my purse in one hand and form in the other I returned to the nurse’s station. They took the form and began typing something on the computer. I was trying hard to look casual.
“Dr. J says you will need a check-up for your condition. He recommends you come back next month?”
“Next month?” I asked, confused. Wasn’t this a yearly physical? And then I realized what it would mean, coming back here next month.
“Yes that will be fine,” I said, too eagerly. I could get used to this type of treatment.
- The End -
Adam lay in his hospital bed and gazed bleakly at the ceiling. This was turning out to be the very worst Christmas of all – appendicitis, of all things, had stricken him down a couple of weeks before the festive season. He had endured stoically the ritual humiliations, the rectal examination and being shaved by a grinning male orderly who had added insult to injury by saying that it didn’t really matter if the razor slipped because a Catholic priest had no particular use for that appendage. Adam had tried to explain that he wasn’t a priest, he was just a student who wouldn’t take the first step into Holy Orders for several months, but the man had just scowled at the attempt to spoil his joke. (more…)
“I say, sir, are you all right?”
The trumpeting ceased and was replaced by a silence into which crept tendrils of a smell so foul that it was almost impossible to imagine that it had emanated from Squadron Leader Bigglesworth. Algy winced – once again Ginger had reverted to type and his blunt Yorkshire nature had shown itself. Surely, by now, he ought to realise that senior officers, like Royalty, were not subject to the same attributes of the flesh as ordinary mortals. Had Ginger been any sort of gentleman, he would have ignored the matter.
Ginger caught the odour and his apprehension increased. Could it be gangrene?
“I say, sir, if you’re ill, you really ought to see the MO. I mean to say, we need you. England needs you!”
Biggles smiled to himself. Trust Ginger to get straight to the point.
“Well, old chap, I haven’t been getting my share of the thunderbox of late. You know how it is – hours sitting in the cockpit, then a quick refuelling and back to fighting the Hun. Never seem to get the chance…”
Ginger felt a surge of sympathy for this leader of men, this tireless warrior, who was prepared to endure any discomfort in his defence of King and Country.
“If you like, sir, I could cut along to the dispensary and get you some number nines.”
“I’m afraid it’s beyond that stage, old chap. I’ve been swallowing bucketfuls of the wretched things and all they have given me is this blasted wind. Damn bad show, especially in the cockpit. Needs drastic action – only the good old botty pipe will sort it out.” (more…)Newer Posts »