Nurse Jones looked at the lights on the nurses station desk.

Two were lit up.

“Forced oral room 3″ and “Forced oral room 2″.

Both men were jerks. She had been raped by both of them three times this week, always in the mouth and both had big dicks that they seemed determined to force all the way down into her stomach.

Jones wished she could pass these one’s on to someone else but the other nurses in her ward were already doing anals and a threesome. Not only did she have to do it but she could well up doing them both.

“I wish Miller was here,” she thought. “But should I? Shouldn’t I be happy for her?”

Miller’s three year term at the First Avenue Hospital for Men had ended the day before. For her the forced blowjobs, anal sex and constant rapes at the hands of patients and staff were over. She had finished with a payout of over fifteen million dollars.

And now Jones was really trapped. Because she was Miller’s lover the hospital had made Miller’s payout conditional on Jones not leaving. If Jones quit Miller would lose the lot.

Jones still had well over 2 years before her contract ended. Two years before she received her payout. Two years before she would be re-united with her love. Two more years of sexual abuse.

“Room 2,” thought Jones. “He hasn’t cum for a while so will be over quicker. Any luck and someone else will finish before me and take room 3.”

Knowing that keeping room 2 waiting would only make him more aggressive Jones got up. She could see Dr Melville coming down the hall.

“Thank God for small miracles,” thought Jones. If she didn’t have patients waiting Dr Melville would have fucked her up the arse for sure.

Jones knew what room 2 would want, he was so predictable.

She knocked on the door.

“Come in,” said the guy in 2.

Jones pushed open the door and entered. The man was lying back on his bed naked and masturbating his nine inch dick. His eyes were on her large natural breasts bouncing freely inside her unbuttoned nurses uniform, her bra having been torn off in an earlier encounter.

Jones knew she wasn’t meant to notice him masturbating so chose not to look.

“Ready for your shower?” she asked.

“You better believe it,” he said.

Nurse Jones turned and opened the door of his en suite. She stepped into the shower recess, turned the shower on and adjusted the taps until the water was comfortably warm.

She went back to the patient, keeping her eyes on his face and trying not to look at his giant cock which she knew would soon being plunging into her throat and was currently being wanked hard.

Jones put her arm around the man and helped him to his feet as he continued to masturbate. For a moment Jones hoped he would get himself off but knew it would never happen.

“Come along,” she said. “The shower will do you good.”

She could feel his eyes on her breasts and waited for the inevitable. He was a middle aged man with no illness and could almost tear her apart when he got going.

They reached the shower and Jones helped him under the running water then stepped back expecting him to grab her but instead he surprised her and reached for the soap.

He let go of his cock and began to rub the soap over his body, all the time running his eyes over her body.

“You know what the trouble with you is Jones?” he asked.

“Is there a problem?” Jones asked.

“You fucking stink!” he said.

Jones said nothing but could guess where this was going.

“I can smell the fishy cunt of your girlfriend on you. You’re a stinky fucking cunt licking lesbian!”

Jones said nothing. She simply looked to the ground and let the abuse wash over her.

“You need a wash,” he said. “Get that fucking uniform off and wash your girlfriends cunt off you.”

Jones slowly pulled off her uniform, her breasts spilling out and swaying as she pulled off her panties and stepped into the shower. The patient’s cock poked out hard in front of him and Jones had to lean back slightly to keep from brushing against it.

“Here bitch,” said the man handing her the soap. “Get that dyke smell off.”

Jones took the soap and began to lather it against her body. She rubbed it over her breasts, knowing this is what he wanted the most, letting them jiggle in front of his eyes.

He slowly stroked his cock once more as he watched her rub the soap against her.

“Go on bitch,” he said. “Get yourself clean of that bitch.”

Suddenly he took her by the throat and pinned her against the wall of the shower. She cried out as he gripped her nipple in his other hand and slowly twisted it.

“That’s it, slut,” he said. “I can’t smell that bitches cunt anymore. Now I’m going to ask you a question and you have to answer me truthfully.”

Jones tried to look scared but had been humiliated enough times by this guy to not be effected by anything he said.

“Question 1,” he said. “What is a girl’s mouth for?”

Jones knew what he wanted. He wanted her to resist.

“Talking and eating,” she said.

“Wrong bitch,” he said and slapped her hard across the cheek.

“What is it really for?”

He squeezed his fingers around her throat and cut off her breath making it impossible for her to speak.

He slapped her again then forced her head down so she fell to her knees in front of him.

“What is your mouth for?” he asked again.

“Breathing,” she said.

The man slapped her so hard her head turned and a bright red mark appeared on her cheek where he connected.

“IT IS FOR SUCKING COCK!” he yelled. “SAY IT!”

Jones flinched as he raised his hand to strike her again.

“It’s for sucking cock,” she cried.

“THEN FUCKING DO IT!” he said and forced his cock into her reluctant mouth. He pushed it down into her throat with the first thrust causing her to gag.

“Too much time licking cunt and not enough sucking,” he said placing his hands on her head and starting to fuck her face.

Jones put her hands behind her back, gripping her heels as the man thrust his hard cock in and out of her mouth. She looked up at him trying to make eye contact but his eyes were on her breasts as they rocked in time with his hard thrusts.

“Cock is for you, bitch, not cunt.”

His hands gripped tightly in her hair, pulling the strands from her scalp. His cock pushed so far down her throat so quickly she couldn’t get a breath of air. She began to panic as he kept her head still in his hands, not leting her move and not letting her breathe.

Finally he looked into her eyes and saw her desperation as her eyes grew wide.

“Can’t breathe,hey?” he mocked. He forced his cock all the way into her throat and she felt it fill her throat entirely. He held it in place and suddenly Jones gagged on it. She felt vomit rise and spill out over his cock then out her mouth and spray over his feet.

“Dirty little bitch,” he said but still would not pull his cock out of her throat. Jones began to feel dizzy and the world started to go black when finally he pulled his cock out and threw her back. She fell onto her back, the shower water spraying over her face, cleaning the vomit and spit from her.

The man was on her in a second. He lay over her, forcing her legs apart and roughly pushed his cock into her dry slit, painfully forcing it inside her.

“No!!” cried Jones for the fourth time today. “No, please, no!”

“Take it bitch,” he screamed. He reached his head down and bit her nipple as his cock thrust painfully inside her.

“I’ve got a mountain of cum for you dyke. I’m gonna make you swallow it you fucking cum dodger! Cum is for bitches, you have to drink it!”

He grabbed a tit in each hand and massaged them in his hands, digging sharp fingernails into her flesh and causing her to scream in pain.

The man slapped her twice then pulled his cock out of her pussy and dragging her to her knees. He forced it past Jones lips and into the side of her cheek, causing it bulge.

Jones looked up at him hoping eye contact and a look of terror on her face would be enough to make him cum. She saw him throw his head back as he plunged his cock back into her throat and felt the cock harden. Suddenly cum burst into her throat and she swallowed wave after wave of cum.

There was too much and it was too thick. It spilt out of her mouth and ran down her chin on to her breasts. He threw her off him again and Jones collapsed at his feet.

Jones licked cum off her chin and breasts.

“Suck my toes,” he said.

Jones knelt on all fours before him and began to suck on his big toe. Suddenly the man kicked her in the face causing Jones to fall out of the shower. She lay down submissively in the en suite as the man turned off the shower and stepped over her and walked back to his bed.

“I expect to wake up tomorrow morning with my cock in your mouth,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” said Jones. She picked up a towel and quickly dried herself off before putting her panties and uniform back on.

Jones quickly made her way back to the nurses station and was relieved to see all the lights were off. Someone had taken the forced blowjob.

Suddenly she was overcome by a desire to do two things. One was a desire to run, to just start running and not stop until she was far, far away from this place. This was easy to resist because it was a temptation she faced all the time and had mastered this desire.

The other was to pick up the phone and call someone. Miller was the person she most wanted to speak too but it was not allowed. The other was her father – quite possibly the only man she still respected. This was allowed, as long as she maintained the facade that she was in Peru.

“Fuck it,” she thought. “It’s been a while. Why not.”

She picked up the phone and dialled her father’s mobile number. She heard footsteps down the hall coming toward her as she heard the ringing signal. She looked up and saw three patients coming from the direction of the recreation room. They spotted Jones and as one they ran for her as she sat on the nurses station waiting for her father to answer.

“No!” she screamed as they reached her and her father answered the phone. The men pushed her across the desk and pulled her panties down as she clung to the phone.

“Hello,” her father said.

Two of the men held Jones down as another spread her arse cheeks and forced his cock into her unprepared arse.

“Hello,” panted Jones, trying hard to not let her father hear her pain.

“Is that you dear?” her father asked. “Are you still in Peru?”

The men holding Jones down ripped her uniform from her body as the man in her arse began to roughly fuck her tightest hole.

“Yes,” said Jones. “I’m still in Peru. I’m in a bus station. It’s kind of crowded.”

Jones head was pulled up by the hair and one of the men forced his cock into her mouth. Jones could only listen as the man began to pound his cock into her face.

“I’m glad you called,” her father said. “A nurse you worked with in Peru came by the house this morning. Her name was Miller. She said if you called to say that she missed you and would wait for you. Sounds like you made a friend down there. When will you be back?”

But Jones couldn’t answer. The men pulled her away from the nurses station, the phone disconnecting as she fell to the floor with it in her hands. She fell on to her back and the men spread her legs wide. The man whose cock had been in her mouth was now in her pussy while the other two rubbed their cocks against her eyes.

She closed her eyes tightly as one man continued to rub his cock against her eyelids and the other parted her lips and penetrated her mouth.

But all Jones could think was that Miller still loved her. Despite her freedom she was going to wait for her.

With renewed hope she wrapped her tired lips around the mans cock and took the man in her eyes in her hands and began to jerk his cock as the cock in her pussy was transferred to her arse.

She was skewered between the cocks, her arse stretched wide as the men thrust inside her. She licked the head of the cock in her mouth and felt it harden before cum cascaded out of it and covered her teeth. The man in her hands tensed and shot cum over her blinking eyes, some of the cum splashing into her eyeball as the cock in her arse twitched and exploded cum into her anal cavity.

Her eyes burnt and her arse pulsed with pain as the men stepped over her, leaving her battered body on the floor.

“She still loves me,” thought Jones. “She still loves me.”

On the nurses station abover her three lights flashed on. All read “Forced Anal” and Jones was the only nurse available.

- To be continued -

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 woke in the arms of Nurse Miller.

The two nurses had moved their single beds together in the dorm room so they could sleep with each other in the night.

Jones had never known such a love as she felt now. It was passionate and deep and everything that the cruel and brutal sex she had to endure with the patients and staff wasn’t.

The other nurses, she knew, were jealous of their love. She tried not to make too much noise as they made love in the night but the touch of Miller’s hands and the warmth of her mouth on all parts of her body were too much for her and she had to vocalise as orgasm after orgasm would shake her body.

She cupped one of Miller’s exposed breasts in her hand as her lover slept and lightly sucked on her erect nipple. She could see now why men were so drawn to her own breasts, they were so soft and tender and there was such a feeling of contentment as she sucked Miller’s tit.

Miller stirred in her sleep and Jones moved her head down, licking her way along Miller’s flat stomach until she reached her lover’s clit. She licked around it in circles and pushed two fingers into the slit as Miller woke and began to pant as Jones tongue drove her wild.

Miller lovingly stroked Jones hair, not like the men with their hard forceful hands on the back of her head as they fucked her face but a tender caress of a lover.

Miller bucked her hips wildly and came as Jones tongue slipped inside her pussy.

“Will you two knock it off!” cried Nurse Forbes. “I’m trying to fucking sleep!”.

Feeling a little guilty Jones withdrew and kissed her way back up to Miller’s mouth and kissed her on the lips.

“Morning,” she said.

“Morning,” laughed Miller. She looked at her watch and sat up quickly. “Christ we’re on. We have to go. Get dressed. No time for breakfast. Just the pill and go!”

Jones looked at her watch. Miller was right they were due in ward 2 now.

The two nurses threw on their underwear and uniform and ran to ward 2 quickly downing a contraceptive pill.

Nurse Swan and Armstrong were waiting impatiently at the nurses station when they arrived.

“Thank God,” said Swan when she saw them. “I’ve just hard three forced anals so your lucky you took your fingers out of each others cunts because I was going to report you lazy bitches if I had to take another one.”

Jones and Miller ignored her. She knew Swan hated their relationship and took every opportunity to attack them.

“Anything to report?” Jones asked Armstrong.

“No,” said Armstrong. “Not one actually sick patient at the moment so it’s just suck and fuck duty. There’s a new guy in room 4. He’s the son of John Jenkins, that guy who likes to rape nurses in the showers. It says on his chart the boy claims to be gay and we have to ungay him. Any nurse who can get him to cum gets a $100,000 bonus.”

At that moment two lights went on at the nurses station, both for forced missionary. One was room 4 and the other room 6.

“I’ll take room 6,” said Miller.

“Thanks,” said Jones. “You’re a sweetie.”

Jones was still scared of the guy in 6. A few weeks earlier she had had to play the stalker game with him and he had locked her in a clothes dryer.

She was worried for Miller though. He was a regular at the stalker game, where he pursued a nurse through the hospital like they were in a horror movie, and each time he was a little creepier. He swore it was just a game but inside she feared he could kill.

“Be careful,” she said. “Don’t let him put you in the dryer.”

“Don’t worry,” said Miller. “You just go and ungay that kid. It’s worth a lot of money to us.”

Jones kissed her goodbye and knocked on the door of room 4. There was no answer and she figured as it was a forced he planned to jump her like his old man.

“Perhaps the old man told him he had to,” she thought.

She went inside and could see at once his shape hiding behind the closed window curtains. Knowing her part she walked over to the window curtains as if not seeing him and threw them open.

He was naked and pushed her back on to the bed, tearing her uniform open and pulling down her bra. She fell back allowing her legs to spread so that his crotch landed against hers as he fell on top of her.

“No,” she screamed in her best rape victim voice. “Help!”

He pushed down her panties and she felt him fumbling around for his dick. She expected to feel it push inside of her but instead she felt only a small lump resting against her slit.

She looked down and saw that it wasn’t erect, just a small limp knob.

“Fucking bitch,” he yelled and slapped her across the face. Suddenly he burst into tears. He sat up at the edge of the bed bawling like a baby. Jones sat up and put her arm around him.

“It’s OK,” she said. “It is OK to be gay.”

He turned to her and pur his arms around her in an embrace.

“Not if you are me it’s not,” he said. “Dad says he’ll have me killed if I am. Not disinherited – killed!”

Jones knew he wasn’t exaggerating. It was just what John Jenkins would do to a gay child. She had to help him, she knew.

“You know,” she said. “Maybe you’re not gay. Maybe you just don’t like being rough like your Dad. Maybe you need a woman who knows how to treat you right.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Lie down,” she said. “Let’s start again. Start it my way this time.”

The 18 year old boy lay down on the bed and Jones, her tits still exposed crawled up the bed until her breasts dangled just over his face.

“Oh,” she moaned. “I have been working so hard today. I’ve been giving sponge baths to all these men, rubbing my hands over their cocks but none of them would let me taste them.”

She lowered her nipples slightly so they brushed against his lips but he made no movement to suck them.

Jones made her tits start to swing before his eyes, brushing over his face as she moaned with pleasure.

“My tits are just aching to be sucked, won’t you suck one for me. Won’t you take it in your mouth for me. I want to feel you sucking my tits.”

The boy opened his mouth and began to flick his tongue across her sensitive nipples and Jones reached around for his cock. It was small still but slightly harder. She pulled her tits away from him and teased him with them, keeping them just out of reach as he raised his head for more.

She pushed him down into the pillow then began to slide down his body. She sucked his nipples for a moment then went lower, stopping with her open mouth inches from his cock.

It grew a little more as she blew hot breath along the shaft then moved sideways flicking her tongue around his right hip. She licked around in an arch across the top of his groin to the other hip, deliberately ignoring his growing penis as it extended up towards her mouth.

She then moved her parted lips directly over the head of his cock and looked up at him.

“What would you like me to do?” she asked.

The 18 year old looked down at her, his cock pulsing now, hard and to attention. He could feel pressure building inside of him desperate for release.

“Suck it,” he whispered.

Jones moved up his body again, letting her tits slide over his cock.

“I can’t hear you,” she said. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to suck it.” he said, louder this time and with more authority.

“Suck what?” she said. She began to lick down his stomach and again teased his cock by blowing gently on the head.

“Do you want me to suck your fingers?” she asked. She took his index finger and sucked the whole thing in her mouth.

“Is that you want?” she asked.

“No,” he said desperately. “Suck it.”.

He grabbed for her hair but she pushed his hands away.

“Your toes,” she teased and dove down to his feet and began to suck his big toe.

“No,” he yelled. He kicked her off the bed and she fell to her knees on the floor. He jumped up, grabbed hold of her head with both hands and forced his cock into her mouth.

“SUCK MY COCK, BITCH!” he screamed and began fucking her face hard. Hanging from the end of his bed was a camera. With one hand on the back of her head and his cock buried deep in her throat he began taking photos of Jones.

He made her look up to the camera as he pushed his cock against the inside of her cheek, forcing it bulge out.

“Suck it, you cheap whore!” he yelled.

Jones realised he wasn’t gay after all. He was simply lacking the confidence of his father. He seemed to have found his confidence somewhere in the back of her throat. She couldn’t believe how big and hard his cock had become so quickly.

Normally she would gag because men liked to see her suffer but this time it was real. He angrily fucked every part of her mouth and throat. She knew this forcefulness must have lain dormant within him under his overbearing father but now that it was released it was like a raging torrent and she suffered in it’s wake.

He took his cock from her mouth and started poking it into her eyes and she realised with horror that he was literally trying to blind her, to poke her eyes out of her skull so he could fuck the sockets.

She turned her head and he slapped her across the face. When he forced her to turn back she raised herself up and plunged the cock back into her throat to keep it out of her eyes.

She reached both hands up and scraped her fingernails on the underside of his balls. It was too much for him and he tensed then unleased a life times reserve of cum into her mouth.

She swallowed it rapidly, drinking his fluid like thick cream.

“You take that jizz, bitch,” he said as cum leaked from her cock filled mouth and ran down her chin to fall on her tits.

He took more photos of her cum covered face then pushed her head into the ground with his foot.

“Tease me again bitch and you’ll get it up the arse,” he said.

For a shy kid he had come out of his shell quickly.

He ripped off what remained of Jones uniform and threw it out the open window. She stood naked and covered in his cum.

“Now fuck off,” he said. “I’m a fucking Jenkins bitch and I can break you.”

Jones hurried naked from the room, wiping the cum from her body.

She went to the nurses station and put on a spare uniform from the cupboard but would have to go without underwear now.

She looked at the board but no lights were lit.

“Thank God for small miracles,” she said. She wondered how Miller was going in room 6 and decided to see if she needed a hand. It was not strictly allowed but she feared what that guy might do to her.

When she looked in the room she was surprised to find a cleaner there.

“Where is he?” she said.

“Playing a stalker,” said the old male cleaner. “Your girlfriend is going to get it in the ass.”

A shiver went down Jones spine. He hadn’t played a stalker for a couple of weeks and it was usually with her. Something about him picking Miller now worried her.

It was as if he was trying to get at Jones. She knew he hated lesbians. Would he punish her by hurting Miller.

“How far would he go?” she thought.

An image of Miller locked in the dryer flashed through her mind and she knew it was true. He was crazy. There was every chance Miller would die this day.

“I can’t let it happen,” she thought. “I have to save her no matter what. No matter how much we stand to lose I can’t let her die!”

Jones was about to run for the lifts when a voice called out behind her.

“Jones assume the position!!!”

“Shit,” she thought. “Dr Melville.”

Dr Melville had taken a particular liking to Jones arse since she had started at the hospital. His brutal anal fuckings of her had become so routine that now he simply ordered her to assume the position and she knew what she had to do.

“He’ll force me no matter what,” she thought. “Faster to let him do it.”

She bent over the nurses station counter and pulled up her uniform and spread her arse cheeks. Dr Meville stormed up behind her and slid his cock deep into her arse without even breaking stride.

It pushed deep into her anal cavity and he pushed a ruler between her teeth as he always did so she had something to bite down on as the pain spread through her body.

She screamed through her teeth as he rapidly fucked her tight dry hole and pulled her hair in his hands.

In her mind Jones prayed it would be quick, partly for her sake but also for Miller who could be anywhere and suffering who knows what at the hands of the guy in 6.

But Dr Melville was in no rush. He pounded into her arse ever more slowly but ever deeper as if he were trying to make it painful and also slow. He would stop with his cock buried all the way in and then slap her across the backside hard as she screamed around the ruler in her mouth.

She tried to buck against him, hoping the friction would force him to cum but he pulled out every time she did and would then re insert his cock as roughly as he could as his building orgasm faded.

After twenty minutes of this the boy from room 4 appeared. Seeing Jones with a cock in her arse got him fired up.

“My turn,” he said and pulled Jones of the doctors cock. As the patients paid the bills Dr Melville had to let him have her but as the boy penetrated her arse he moved up, took the ruler from her mouth and replaced it with his cock.

“Bite this one bitch I’ll rip your fucking head off,” he said.

Jones could taste her arse on his cock as he pushed it over her taste buds and had to fight the desire to either vomit or bite off his cock.

Both men now fucked her as if they were in a contest to see who could cause her the most distress. Both cocks were huge and tearing at the walls of the opposing cavities.

The two men ripped at her uniform until it was in pieces on the ground and her breasts now bounced freely in time with the thrust of the skewering cocks.

For half an hour they thrust into her, pausing occassionally to subdue their climax only to start again with an even greater ferocity.

Two nurses came and watched on as Jones was split between the mens dicks but did nothing to help her.

“Hear about Miller?” said one nurse. “The guy in 6 has her in the laundry. Forbes said she could hear the bitch screaming.”

Jones knew the nurses were saying it to torment her but she also knew it was probably all too true. She desperately wanted to bite off the doctors cock and run to Millers rescue but knew it would do no good. She would be caught and pack raped before she even made it to the lift.

Finally after an hour caught between the two cocks they exploded together, filling her at either end with sticky white seed.

She stood as they withdrew and ran for the lift. It was stuck in the basement and Jones knew why. The bastard had Miller trapped down there. She was locked in the basement laundry with him. He was going to burn her alive.

“She’s already dead,” she thought. She ran for the stairs and bolted naked down them, her tits flailing wildly in front of her as she skipped down them three at a time.

She reached the ground floor and there was the boss in the middle of the stairs to the basement blocking her path.

“No,” he said. “It is forbidden. Miller is on a Stalker assignment. You cannot go down there!”

“He’ll kill her!” Jones screamed. “He is nuts! You can’t let him!”

Mr Saunders grabbed her by the hair and forced her down to her knees.

“I will not allow it!” he said. “One step forward and the both of you are fired. No money, nothing.”

Jones was desperate.

“Please,” she said. “I’ll blow you. Please let me save her.”

Saunders took out his cock.

“Blowing me is a given,” he said and pushed his cock into her tired mouth.

Once more her choice was either bite or suck. She doubted she would get into the basement without Saunders so suck was all she could do.

She knew Saunders liked it more when she acted like she loved sucking him so she began to moan like her mouth was a vagina and his cock the most desired object in the world.

She sucked on it hard and deep, fucking his cock with her face, desperate to finish him fast. He gripped her hair and forced her to look into his eyes and she batted her eyelids like she was an innocent teen sucking her boyfriend for the very first time.

It was what he liked more than anything else, she knew, and his cum burst out fast and hard into her mouth.

She took his cock out and opened her mouth so he could see the load then swallowed it all.

“Please,” she said. “She will die. You can’t let it happen.”

Saunders looked down at her doubtfully as he tucked away his cock.

“OK,” he said. “I will do it. We can look together. But this will cost you. You forfeit one million dollars as soon ad I open the basement door.”

“OK,” said Jones getting up off her knees.

She followed Mr Saunders down the stairs to the basement door.

It was silent beyond and Jones feared the silence greatly.

“We are too late,” she cried. “If she were alive she’d be screaming!”

Saunders opened the door and Jones ran through. She raced across the car park towards the closed laundry door. Her heart sank as she heard the sound of a clothes dryer spinnning.

She burst through the door. The fat bastard in 6 stood masturbating in front of a front loading dryer which was padlocked shut.

Jones screamed and ran for him, her eyes on a set of keys in his free hand. As she neared him she saw a womans hands in the rotating dryer desperately pounding in an effort to break the glass.

The guy in 6 turned as Jones approached and ran away as she neared in fear of the hatred he saw in her eyes.

Miller was in the dryer, she had a look of both fear and great pain. The switch to turn the dryer off had been removed and the makeshift lock he had attached sealed it shut.

With a sudden strength born of panic Jones pulled at the dryer door, breaking the lock with her hands and throwing the door open. Miller spilled out of the machine and onto the ground. Her hands and knees were scalded but not badly and Jones breathed a sigh of relief as she realised the dryer had only just been turned on.

Miller would be OK but within minutes she would have been dead if Jones had not come. Mr Saunders arrived as Jones cradled Miller in her arms.

“I want him charged,” she said.

“Not charged,” said Saunders. “We have our own justice here. He won’t see the sunset.”

- To be continued…. -

The advancement in the field of medicine over the past thirty plus years is undeniably impressive but, as my adult son was explaining to me that the procedure that had kept me hospitalized for several days back in the 70s would now get him home in half-a-day, I couldn’t even begin to tell him what I’d experienced that he would not. Her name was Kitty and she was a nurse as well as a MILF, twenty years before the term had entered the pop-culture lexicon. I was still in college and having knee surgery while I was still on my parents’ health insurance, which back then required a few days of recovery in the hospital. When Kitty came on shift after the surgery, it wasn’t like I immediately lusted after her. She was friendly and perky with a laugh that might have been just a bit too loud. She wasn’t hard on the eyes and she had a decent figure so maybe it was the painkillers I was on, or maybe it was the uniform or maybe it was just that I was a young man full of testosterone lying nearly naked in bed as she made a fuss over me.

“How are we doing?” she asked in a sing-song voice as she came in to check on me after visiting hours had ended and I was alone. I watched her moving about, checking what needed to be checked, and was starting to think about what might be under her uniform. My cock was rapidly growing but, rather than try to hide it, I wanted her to notice it.

“I’m feeling a bit stiff, actually,” I replied, watching to see if she reacted to my double entendre.

“Stiff, huh?” she said, turning toward my leg, “Let’s see what we can do about…oh my! I thought you might need an injection but it looks like I could be getting one instead.”

She let out a loud, nervous laugh but never missed a beat and started to close the curtain around my bed. I was honestly surprised that she didn’t just reprimand me or suggest that I was on my own. With the curtain closed, she came to my bedside and turned down the covers then raised my hospital-issued johnny to expose my throbbing tool.

“Usually when I use massage to try to relieve stiffness,” she said as she started to stroke my cock in her fist, “I like to have some sort of lubrication. Since I don’t have any massage oil handy, I’m going to have to improvise.”

She looked up from my cock and smiled at me, then lowered her head and engulfed it in her hot mouth. I did my best to suppress the moan that tried to escape as a result of the incredible pleasure I was feeling as her lips slid down my shaft. She slowly worked them up and down while pumping the base in one hand and fondling my balls in the other. I’d had a few quality blowjobs by this point in my life and this definitely ranked among them immediately. When she slipped my cock from her mouth briefly and pumped it in her fist while licking and sucking my balls, she might have surpassed the rest of them. I reached out while watching my cock disappearing into her mouth again and cupped her tit. She moaned softly with my cock in her mouth then reached down to unbutton the front of her uniform, pulling it open so that her tits spilled out. As her hands went back to pumping the base of my cock and caressing my balls, mine was caressing her hard nipple through the thin material of her bra.

I was pretty certain that she was aroused based on her actions and how hard her nipple was, but my orgasm was building way too quickly for me to suggest that she ride my cock rather than suck it. Instead, I was figuring that, once I’d cum, I’d do whatever I could to make her cum and hopefully get a chance to see what was under her uniform as well. So I lay there, savoring the pleasure of her mouth on my tool and the feel of her tit in my hand, as my orgasm grew closer and closer. It was just incredible to me that this nurse and mom probably close to twice my age and, as she’d told me earlier, with a son nearly my age was sucking me off with abandon even though we’d only known each other for a few hours. In retrospect, this was before the era of AIDS and there was still a bit of free love in the air, so maybe it wasn’t all that unusual. In any case, it was obviously a big enough deal to me that I still remember it fondly after so many years.

As my cock swelled even more when I was right on the brink of cumming, Kitty remained intent and continued to voraciously suck me off. I didn’t even stifle the moan as I exploded into her mouth, figuring that if anyone heard it, it wouldn’t be presumed to be a moan resulting from intense pleasure. She swallowed my load down and continued to suck my cock, nursing every drop I had to provide, only letting my cock fall from her mouth once I was quite obviously completely spent. She raised her head and wiped her mouth, smiling at me as my attention dropped to her tits protruding from the open front of her uniform.

“There we go,” she said, “no more stiffness.”

“Maybe you should stay around, though,” I replied, concerned that she was done with me, “in case it comes back. I know of a very comfortable place for you to sit. You just may want to open that uniform the rest of the way and slip out of your panties.”

She seemed a little surprised that I was interested in taking this even further but started continued unbuttoning the front of her uniform from where she’d left off without too much additional thought. Seeing her bra and panties as she opened the front of her uniform, I could feel the blood trying to surge back to my spent cock and was pretty confident that it would recover fairly quickly. She started to slide her panties down, exposing her substantial light brown bush. Remember, this was the 70s, before somebody got the idea to wax off a woman’s pubes until her pussy looked like that of a prepubescent. This was even before the trend of the 80s and 90s to severely manicure a bush. Seeing her pussy up close and in the light, the rapid recovery of my cock continued.

Since I was still too intrigued with seeing her undressing to take care of it myself, she reached for the controls to lower the bed and quickly had me flat on my back. She climbed up onto the bed and moved up to straddle my head while my focus was on her approaching pussy. Once she was in position over my face, I grabbed her ass with both hands as I ran my tongue up her slit. She moaned as I lapped up the copious juices that she was producing and I glanced up to see that she was fondling her breasts through her bra. She was subtly humping her pussy toward my face as I licked it but I soon slipped one hand down from her ass and easily embedded a couple of fingers into her slippery pussy. She let out another moan but sucked in her breath when I started to lick and suck her clit.

She started out sitting upright, but ended up leaning forward and gripping the head of the bed with one hand for support while still fondling her tits with the other. It was a little bit easier to pump my fingers in and out of her like this so it felt like I was getting a bit better penetration. She was still humping her pussy toward my face and I could hear her moans becoming louder as her breathing rate picked up. Her pussy felt like it was getting even wetter and more engorged the longer I ate her and, though I wasn’t really thinking about it at that moment, my cock was also recovering admirably. I think she must have been right on the verge of cumming when she abandoned her tits completely and gripped the head of the bed with both hands. It felt like she was tensing up a bit as she was not moving as much but then she suddenly let out a low moan and her body started to shake. Her pussy felt like it was flooded with even more lubrication, so I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her while also not letting up on my attention to her clit.

When she finally went still, she let out a long sigh and started to move backwards. I took the opportunity to take in as much of her body as I could while sucking her juices off of my fingers. She reached back and gripped my cock, finding it almost fully rigid again, and continued moving back toward it while stroking it in her hand.

“You were right,” she said, “that stiffness just came right back. We’ll have to try another course of treatment.”

By this point, she was back far enough that she was able to guide my cock to her hot, wet pussy so she sat down on it. We both moaned as my stiff cock was fully engulfed then she started to move slowly up and down. Because of my knee, I couldn’t push up into her as she came down each time, so I just lay there and let her do the work while reaching up to caress her tits. I slipped my hands behind her to unfasten her bra, then pushed it up to reveal her large areolas and hard nipples, which I then covered up again with my hands. It did cross my mind around that time that I might be experiencing a drug-induced hallucination because it seemed too incredible that a nurse old enough to be my mother was riding my cock immediately after riding my face and sucking me to an orgasm. I decided that, if it was all in my mind, I didn’t give a shit. I was having one of the best sexual experiences of my young life even if it wasn’t real.

I was focused on the details at that point, wanting to remember everything even if I woke up to find that it hadn’t happened. I explored Kitty’s tits with my hands, attentive to the feel of the soft, smooth flesh and her hard nipples against my palms. I relished the way her hot pussy felt sliding up and down my tool as she gradually rode me harder and faster. I admired her mature and natural figure, the curve of her waist and the slope of her tits. I ran my hands around to caress her ass while watching as her tits bounced up and down. When she leaned forward, planting a hand on either side of my head, and started rocking back on my cock, her tits were swinging right in front of my face. As I continued to run my hands over her ass, I started to lick and suck her hard nipples which made her moan softly. I brought my hands back to her tits to stop their swinging as I slobbered on them, caressing the soft flesh as I did so. I could feel her pussy becoming even hotter and more slippery the longer and harder she rode me which, while it felt indescribably incredible, was also resulting in a rapidly building orgasm.

I was young so I had no experience with holding back other than to try thinking about baseball but there was no way I wanted to think about anything else at that moment aside from what was going on. The fact that I couldn’t push up into her each time she came down on me probably helped me hold out a bit longer than I might have otherwise, but the level of pleasure was increasing incrementally nonetheless. I’m not sure I was aware of it at the time but, as I was registering that her pussy continued to feel even hotter and more slippery and was realizing that it was going to make me cum even sooner, it was probably due to the fact that she was rapidly approaching another orgasm herself. I had pretty much resigned myself to leaving her high and dry when she suddenly seemed to go into slow motion and a shudder passed through her body.

She continued to slowly ride me as she was cumming and my orgasm continued to build. Before she’d even finished cumming, I exploded into her with a feeling of intense pleasure like I’d never felt before. Our orgasms weren’t quite simultaneous but they did overlap and, once I’d finished cumming, she was already done but remained on top of me with my softening cock still inside her. She straightened up and let out a content sigh as my eyes roamed over her exposed body once again. After a few minutes, she climbed off of me and onto the floor, grabbing her panties from the foot of the bed where she’d set them earlier. I was still watching intently as she stepped into them then reached behind herself to refasten her bra. Finally, she began to button up the front of her uniform and, other than the high color in her cheeks and the big smile, it wasn’t obvious what she’d just experienced.

“That’s probably going to be it as far as treatment for tonight,” she finally said, “but I will be thinking about the stiffness you’ve been experiencing and I’m certain that I can come up with other treatment options if it is still an issue tomorrow night.”

She helped me get myself covered up again then kissed me as I ran my hand over her ass, then she was gone. I did see her a few more times that night before I fell asleep, but nothing more happened. I spent the entire next day waiting for her to arrive, expecting that night to be as memorable as the first one. I wasn’t disappointed. Of course we still had to wait until visiting hours had ended and things had quieted down but, as soon as it was safe to do so, she was in my room with physical therapy on her mind.

“I think we need to get you up and walking on that knee tonight,” she said, “or you’ll never get out of here.”

“I kind of like it here, actually,” I replied, complying with her anyway and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.

“I like having you here, too,” she said, caressing my growing cock through my johnny, “but people are going to talk if I recommend against discharging you tomorrow.”

She helped me onto my feet and it wasn’t all that bad supporting myself on my repaired knee, especially since the other nurses on duty that day had all made sure I could support myself on it. She stood by and guided me as I walked and our destination turned out to be the private bathroom attached to my room. She closed the door behind us then stripped me out of my johnny and grasped my stiff cock, stroking it in her fist.

“Have a seat,” she suggested, so I did and watched as she unbuttoned the front of her uniform, my cock growing even harder. She actually slipped out of it this time, then shed her bra as I stared at her titties. She hung both on the back of the door, then faced me again as she slid her panties down while I watched her swinging titties. She smiled as my eyes went wide then showed me her bare ass as she hung her panties up, too. I got a good look at her from both sides, fully naked, before she was straddling me and guiding my cock into her hot, slippery pussy. We both moaned and she wrapped her arms around my neck. As she started to slowly ride my cock, I caressed her tits since, due to her shorter stature, they were still too low for me to lick and suck her nipples. Instead, we made out as I relished the feel of her pussy wrapped around my tool, noting that it was everything that I had recalled from the previous night.

It did cross my mind that her pussy was probably so incredibly hot and wet because she’d been thinking about getting fucked, if she was like me, for the entire day. That also made me think that, if she was that fired up, it probably wouldn’t take too long for her to cum. It wasn’t necessarily that I wanted her to cum quickly but I did want her to cum before I did because I was still concerned about leaving her unsatisfied. We had to stop making out as she rode me harder and faster, so I slipped my hands around to caress and squeeze her ass while watching her tits bouncing. Her eyes were closed so she didn’t see the big grin on my face as I stared at her tits, once again committing every detail to memory. I wondered if they were big enough to fuck, then realized that I wouldn’t be able to kneel over her to do it until my knee healed. Maybe I could employ that to convince her to continue physical therapy even after I’d been discharged.

I had no idea if I was the only patient she was fucking so, for all I knew, once I was discharged she’d be done with me. For some reason, though, I had the sense that our situation was not a typical one for her. She didn’t seem to have any issues with achieving satisfaction when she was with me, so far at least, so there was a chance she might be interested in continuing to see each other behind her husband’s back. We’d certainly have to be careful, though. Before I got too ahead of myself, though, the task at hand was to make her cum and, based on the noises she was making and how her pussy was feeling, she was getting close. I still was not able to push up into her when she came down but she didn’t seem to need my help as she continued to hump my throbbing tool while I squeezed her ass and ogled her tits.

When she sat down hard on my cock and I felt her trembling as she let out a soft whimper, I felt a sense of relief in addition to the pleasure of having my cock deeply embedded in her hot pussy. Sexually satisfying her again would certainly make my proposal for continued physical therapy more compelling. I brought my hands up to further fondle her titties as she rode out her orgasm, thinking that caressing her hard nipples would have a better chance of prolonging it than caressing her ass would. When she finally finished cumming, she let out a content sigh and opened her eyes.

“That stiffness is really being stubborn tonight, isn’t it?” she asked, “Don’t worry, though, because I’ve got another remedy up my sleeve.”

She laughed her braying laugh since she clearly was not wearing any sleeves then started to climb off me. Once again I was attentive to her naked body standing before me even as she was helping me to stand. She had me turn as she took my seat on the toilet and my throbbing cock was immediately before her. She pumped it briefly before leaning down and taking my full length into her mouth as I moaned and ran my fingers through her hair. She amazed me once again with her oral skills and had an orgasm building up in short order. I relished the feeling as her mouth slid up and down my tool while she pumped the base and caressed my balls. I wasn’t doing it consciously, but I realized that I was subtly thrusting toward her face. I didn’t necessarily want to fuck her mouth and speed up the process of reaching orgasm but it wasn’t easy to stop myself while in that position. On the plus side, my knee didn’t bother me at all while I was doing it.

At the very least, I managed to not increase the pace that I was thrusting and was able to let Kitty set that. She did gradually go from sucking me slowly and deeply to pumping the base faster and sliding less of my cock in and out of her mouth more quickly. The building levels of pleasure were incredible and I could feel my cock beginning to swell even more. I don’t think she was trying to make me cum quickly, since I was getting the distinct impression that she was enjoying sucking my cock nearly as much as I was enjoying having it sucked. It felt more like just a gradual progression as the pleasure continued to build so that I wouldn’t feel tortured, like she was keeping my orgasm just out of reach. By the time I was right on the verge of cumming, she was sucking me off pretty voraciously and, when I exploded into her mouth with a moan, she swallowed down my load without missing a beat. She continued to suck my cock until I was completely spent, then let it fall from her mouth and looked up at me.

“Stiffness relieved once again,” she said, smiling, “but you know I’ll be back later for another treatment. In the meantime, let’s get you back to bed.”

I stepped back and she stood, throwing her arms around me and pressing her naked body against mine. She held me tightly for a moment before letting me go and helping me back into my johnny. I watched as she pulled her own clothes back on, disappointed to see her nudity covered but encouraged by her vow to return later that night. Once she was presentable, we exited the bathroom and she waited until I was safely back in bed before she left me. I turned on the TV but spent most of the next few hours thinking about everything that had happened over the past twenty-four. It was no surprise that, when she came to see me again later that night, I was pitching a tent in my johnny.

“That darn stiffness just keeps coming back,” she remarked before flipping up the front of my johnny and briefly pumping my cock, “but don’t worry, we’ll just keep trying every remedy we can come up with.”

She had me get off the bed, my johnny tented out in front of me, then bent over, leaning on my bed. I maneuvered behind her and raised the skirt of her uniform, exposing her ass clad in panties. With the skirt up around her waist, I ran my hands over her ass before starting to slide her panties down. I definitely couldn’t flex my knee enough to squat behind her to take her panties all the way off, so I had to let gravity take them to her ankles. She stepped out of them and spread her legs so I took my stiff cock in hand and guided it to her pussy, slipping in until my hips were pressed against her ass. Taking her by the waist, I started to slowly slide my cock in and out of her, again relishing the feel of her hot, slippery pussy.

She moaned softly and pushed back against me while slipping a hand under herself and between her legs. Once I got a good rhythm going, I slipped my hands up to cup her tits through her uniform, then began to unbutton it just enough to access her tits. I pulled the front of her uniform open far enough to get my hands on her tits, feeling her hard nipples pressing out through the thin material of her bra. I couldn’t resist getting my hands on her bare flesh again but getting to the clasp of her bra would be a task, so I just pushed her bra up over her tits and cupped them as I continued to fuck her.

Feeling her tits in my hands again, her hard nipples brushing against my palms, I could feel my cock growing even harder as it slid in and out of her hot, slippery pussy. I was definitely savoring the opportunity to be with her again, especially given that I was expecting to be discharged the following day. I still intended to talk to her about continuing “physical therapy” but I wanted to make her cum first. With her fingers apparently stimulating her clit, I was pretty sure that wasn’t going to be a problem. I’m not sure whether I started fucking her harder or if she started to push back against me more the longer I fucked her, but our pace was definitely picking up. I ended up bringing my hands back down to her hips to try to control our rhythm and keep us in synch. Her pussy was feeling even hotter and wetter the longer we were fucking, which was not only bringing my orgasm on even quicker, but I surmised it was as a result of her own building orgasm.

I was looking down, watching her ass jiggle each time my hips tapped against it, when she let out a cry and I could feel her body shaking. I was happy that she was cumming, not just because I knew it would make her happy, but because I was on the verge of cumming myself by that point. Her pussy felt as though it was flooded with additional lubrication so, even though I would never have even thought it possible, fucking her was providing even more pleasure. She had barely finished cumming herself when I started to spew into her with a moan. I continued thrusting with each spurt and, even once I was completely spent, I didn’t stop until I was no longer stiff enough to keep fucking her. When I finally pulled out of her, she reached for her panties and stepped into them before straightening up.

Once her skirt was back where it belonged, but before she put her tits away, she helped me back into bed and, of course, I caressed her tits as she did. She indulged me for a moment but, once I was situated again, she got her bra back in place and buttoned herself up.

“Looks as though we’ve got that stiffness addressed,” she said, caressing my limp cock through my johnny.

“What happens if it comes back once I get home?” I asked.

“I’m sure there are any number of young ladies your age who’d be willing to help out,” she replied, “but you may just have to take matters into your own hands.”

“Any chance you might be interested in some freelance physical therapy on the side?” I asked.

She looked at me while appearing to contemplate the question. I wondered if she was considering what we’d already done together or what we might do if she was to accept my offer. Finally, she smiled and leaned down to kiss me.

“Okay,” she said, “I’ll talk to your parents about it tomorrow. If I can convince them, then I’d be happy to continue our physical therapy sessions.”

I was not part of the conversation, but Kitty talked my parents into not only having her come over to perform “physical therapy” but paying her for it, as well. Actually, I think they got their health insurance company to pay for it, but I’m sure it was easier to justify to her husband with the extra income, however much it ended up being. So, for as long as we felt it was safe to get away with it, Kitty would come to my house several days a week and we’d see how flexible my knee was by fucking in various positions. Even after we figured it was no longer safe to continue our charade, we did manage to meet up a lot, continuing to test my flexibility in either her car or mine.

- The End -

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 -

Nurse Jones looked at the lights on the nurses station board.

“Which one do you want?” asked Nurse Davis.

Three lights were lit up. “Forced Oral room 3.”. “Forced Missionary room 6.” “Nice Anal room 2.”

Jones was tired and sore. She’d been at the First Avenue Hospital for men for three weeks and was so sick of the anal sex and blowjobs. This time though the man with the real money was the one after the anal and the fat bastard in room 6 was the one after missionary.

The guy in room 2 didn’t have that big a dick either so the anal might not be that bad.

“Up to you,” she said to Davis. “You’ve done two anals already today so it’s your call.”

“I’ll take the Forced Oral,” said Davis. “Why don’t you take the Forced Missionary. The Nice Anal will have to wait for Armstrong to get back.”

Something worried Jones about the guy in room 6. He was sleazy even for guys in this place.

“Two years eleven moths and one week,” she told herself. “And then I never have to to work again, never have to see another cock, never have to swallow cum.”

By Nurse Jones count she stood to be over 15 million dollars richer in three years if she could just make it to then. Until then she had to satisfy the demands of sick perverts like room 6.

She wasn’t sure what bothered her so much about room 6. He just had a look about him like he was planning something.

“They all are,” she thought. “Missionary is better than having to pretend to like anal, at least.”

She got up and walked down the corridor. She could hear Nurse Swan screaming in room 5 in the midst of her Forced Anal. It was an act, she knew, the old man in there had the world’s smallest dick, she would barely know it was in her.

Jones got to room 6 and pushed open the door. She was surprised to find the room empty. The guy wasn’t actually sick, he was almost a permament resident who stayed just to fuck the nurses.

She crossed to the en suite but he wasn’t there either.

“Changed his mind perhaps,” she thought hopefully. She was about to leave when she saw a note on his bed. She picked it up and read it. “Stalker” was all it said but she knew what it meant.

If the guys paid extra they got an extended session with a nurse. “Stalker” meant they could hunt her throughout the hospital. It was like being inside a horror movie and she was the victim. It also meant she had to do all the stupid things victims did in a horror movie, like going into dark lonely places because they hear a noise.

“Shit,” thought Jones.

With some guys this was OK. It meant she didn’t have to service any other doctors or patients for three hours but with this guy it was creepy. He was weird and deep down she was a little scared. He seemed capable of forgetting it was just role play.

She put the note down and returned to the nurses station. She picked up the phone and called the help desk.

“Help desk,” said the person who answered.

“This is Nurse Jones. I have to call in a “Stalker” role play for room 6.”

“OK,” the help desk said. “We’ll call in your replacement.”

For the next few hours Nurse Jones was out of the system so she needed to be replaced by a nurse on standby. She would stay in the ward until the guy in 6 made his first move.

After five minutes her replacement, Nurse Kelly, arrived.

“Got yourself a stalker?” said Kelly.

“Yeah room 6.”

“Oh, good luck with that. Had what was supposed to be an Oral Nice with him. Lets just say it wasn’t nice or oral. Could barely sit afterwards. You better be careful I think he’s a bit of a nut.”

The light for “Threesome room 1″ lit up.

“That will have to wait for Davis, Swan or Armstrong to be ready,” said Kelly.

The phone rang.

Jones answered it.

“Ward 2, Jones speaking,” she said.

“This is reception,” a male voice said. “There is a package here for you.”

It sounded like the guy in 6. It sure as hell wasn’t reception. The caller hung up.

“Here we go,” said Jones to Kelly. “He’s called me down to reception.”

“I bet he tries to rape you in the laundry,” said Kelly. “i got raped there once. Two guys took me in the showers behind the laundry. Went on for hours.”

“I hope that’s all it is,” said Jones. “Got a bad feeling about this guy.”

She got up from the nurses desk and walked down the hall to the lift. She pressed the down button and the doors opened.

There was a man already in the lift. He had a hood covering most of his face but he was fat like the guy in 6.

“Rape in the lift maybe,” thought Jones but she still wasn’t sure it was him. She got in and pressed the button for the ground floor. The doors closed. She stood facing the doors, her back to the man, waiting for him to strike.

But he didn’t.

They reached the ground floor and the doors opened. Nurse Jones stepped out and felt the man follow.

“Too public for a stalker rape,” she thought as she stepped into reception. There were several people lined up at the reception desk, visitors wanting to see patients.

She joined the queue and the fat man from the lift kept walking and left the building. Two young men in front of her turned and looked at Jones tits as they waited in line.

“You work here long?” one asked.

“That your best line?” asked Jones.

“Hey, bitch,” he said. “My Dad is in here. We just about own this fucking place so don’t get smart with me. In fact why don’t you get on your knees and blow me right now!”

“For one thing you’re not a patient or on staff. I am off limits to visitors and I’m on a special assignment anyway.”

“I’ll be in here one day, bitch,” the young man said. “And I’m gonna make you pay.”

Jones ignored him and the two young men turned around and walked away.

The reception queue cleared and Jones approaced the desk.

“Do you have something for me? ” she asked the woman at reception.

“Jones right?”

Jones nodded.

“A man left you a package just a few minutes ago,” she said. She handed Jones a package.

“Thanks,” said Jones and moved back towards the lift. The package was wrapped in brown paper. She opened it and found a small figurine of a ballerina inside with a noose around it’s neck. There was a note with it assembled from newspaper clippings like a ransom note.

“IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER ALIVE COME TO THE LAUNDRY. COME ALONE. TELL NO-ONE,” the note read.

“See who alive?” she thought. “God, what a freak this guy is. His plot doesn’t even make sense.”

Jones felt two hands grab her breasts. She screamed and span around, knocking the hands away.

It was Dr Melville.

“Relax,” he said. “It’s just me. Nice Oral.”

He undid his fly in expectation.

“I can’t,” said Jones. “Got a “Stalker” going on.”

“I know,” said Dr Melville. “I’m part of it. He wants you to suck me off in the laundry like I’m your boyfriend. Part of the plot he’s worked out.”

“Of course,” thought Jones. “Every horror film has a sex scene. And every woman in the sex scene usually dies straight after it.”

“Well,” said Dr Melville moving closer. “How about it?”

He put his hands inside the front of uniform and began to rub her breasts through her bra.

Jones knew she had no choice. It was either do what she was told or walk away from the millions on offer at the end of her three year deal.

The lift doors opened and Jones began to kiss Dr Melville as she led him into the lift. She pressed the button for the basement level where the laundry was located as Dr Melville unhooked her bra and tore it off her.

“How am I supposed to play this,” thought Jones. “I’m supposed to go alone to the laundry but also suck Dr Melville off down there. Better try and make Dr Melville part of the story.”

Dr Melville had taken her tits out of her uniform and was busily sucking on her left nipple. She moaned like she liked it and ran her fingers through his hair.

“Oh, baby,” she said. “Thanks for coming. I was so scared. I got a nasty letter again.”

Dr Melville continued to suck on her breasts as if she hadn’t spoken. Jones wished he would let her tits go for long enough to at least play his part. The doctors could be worse than the patients.

“He told me to go to the laundry by myself,” she said to Dr Melville. “But I’m too scared. Will you come with me?”

The lift reached the basement. The laundry was on the other side of the car park. Jones led Dr Melville out as he sucked hard on her tit.

“Baby,” she said. “Oh that feels so good. Come with me to the laundry. I want to suck on something myself.”

Dr Melville took his mouth off her tit and let Jones lead him across the car park to the laundry. The laundry door was open but the lights were off and nobody seemed to be inside.

Jones led Dr Melville inside and in the dark he pushed her up against a large industrial washing macine.

“Oh, baby,” said Jones. “I missed you so badly. I missed the feel of your cock. I want to taste it again.”

She dropped to her knees and hurriedly pulled down Dr Melville’s pants. His hard cock sprang up into her face. Jones opened her mouth and went straight down on him.

She took his entire cock down to the base in one movement then sucked tightly around the shaft as she brought her head slowly back up. She looked up at the doctor as his hands went to her head and he began to guide her as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

She took the cock out of her mouth and said “I love your cock. I’ve been wanting it in my mouth all day.”

She licked her tongue around the shaft then he pushed it back into her mouth and forced her head down until his penis entered her throat. He held her head down and kept it still with his cock in her throat. Jones hated the way Nice Oral always became Forced with Dr Melville.

Out of the corner of her eye Jones saw movement. She did her best to see what it was but couldn’t turn her head as Dr Melville kept her head in place in his hands.

Finally he let her go and as she took the cock out of her throat she turned her head, leaving the cock in her mouth but letting it fuck the inside of her cheek.

In the darkness she could see a figure floating in the air. The figure was wearing a nurses uniform and she realised with horror that it was floating because it was hung by the neck from the ceiling.

She screamed around the cock but Dr Melville wouldn’t let her take the cock from her mouth.

“Keep it in your mouth bitch,” he said. “Suck that cock!” He thrust the cock in and out of her mouth as he gripped her hair in his hands. Jones tried to pull away to get a better look at the figure suspended in the air.

“Christ will he hurry up and cum,” she thought. She began to bounce her breasts together and flick her tongue on his shaft. She cupped his balls in her hands trying to tease the cum out.

Looking up at him she saw him grimace then felt his balls tighten and cum erupted into her mouth. Jones still hated the taste of cum but remembering this was meant to be Nice Oral she moaned like she loved it and quickly swallowed.

Dr Melville let her go and she jumped to her feet and screamed.

“Look!” she cried pointing at the figure hanging from the noose. Dr Melville rushed across the room and turned on the lights.

Jones sighed with relief. It was just a dummy in a nurses uniform.

“Look,” said Dr Melville. He pointed to a name tag on the nurses uniform which said “Jones.”

“What a fucking creep,” thought Jones. “Where is that bastard. Can’t he just rape me and get on with it.”

“Don’t worry,” said Dr Melville. “It’s just someone’s idea of a sick joke.”

Jones decided she better play the part of the horror film victim. She collapsed into Dr Melville’s arms.

“I’m so scared,” she cried. “Why would anyone want to do this?”

“I don’t know,” said Dr Melville. “I better report it to the boss.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I feel so much better with someone brave like you to look after me.”

“I’ll be back soon,” said Dr Melville.

“Don’t leave me,” said Jones.

“I won’t be long,” he said. “There are some showers in the back of the laundry. Why don’t you have one now. It will make you feel better.”

Realising this was just what a horror film victim would do Jones let Dr Melville go and headed down through the laundry towards the showers. There were three lines of washing machines and dryers in the laundry which divided the room into three sections.

Jones could hear footsteps in a section of the laundry she couldn’t see.

“Who’s there?” she asked.

There was no answer.

Jones was genuinely frightened now. Just how seriously this guy was taking this was what scared her the most.

“Maybe he doesn’t want to rape me,” she thought. “Girls get killed in horror movies not raped.

“Is anyone there?” she asked again. She didn’t think Dr Melville was coming back either. He’d dumped his cum, said his stupid lines and gotten out of there.

“I really am alone with this freak,” she thought.

“Hello?” she said.

Silence.

“He’s waiting for me to get in the shower,” she thought.

Jones walked through the laundry to another corridor at the end of which was a small shower block. The shower block was for maintenance workers but today was Sunday and they wouldn’t be coming in.

She shut the shower door and went to lock it but saw the lock was broken.

“Of course,” she said. Jones quickly took her clothes off and went into a shower stall. The lock on the stall was also broken.

She heard the main door open and close and footsteps cross the room. Nervously she opened the stall door and looked out. The room was empty.

“Hiding in another stall, probably,” she thought. “Can’t he just get on with it?”

She closed the stall door as well as possible and stepped under the shower. She turned the shower on and let the warm water drain over her body. She massaged her breasts, the way any cheap horror film starlet would, and kept her back to the stall door.

There was a hole in the shower wall and Jones realised she could see an eye looking at her through the hole.

“Better pretend not to see it,” she thought.

Jones turned her breasts towards the eye and pushed them together so they swelled up before him. She pushed them close to the eye while still pretending not to have seen it.

Suddenly the eye vanished and Jones turned her back to the stall door so he could come in without her seeing. She showered for ten minutes, expecting either a cock or a knife (or both) to be held against her any second.

Nothing happened.

Eventually she decided it had to have been long enough so she turned the shower off. She had not expected to make it through the shower without being raped so had forgotten to bring a towel with her.

“There will be one in the laundry,” she thought.

She opened the stall door. Still no-one there. She covered her breasts with her arms and quickly stepped across the shower block and ran up the hall back to the laundry.

The dummy had been cut down from the ceiling and was lying on the floor with a knife in it’s throat. Jones screamed and quickly made her way to a pile of towels in the corner.

As she reached for it a hand sprang from inside the pile and grabbed her wrist. The fat man burst from underneath the pile, a knife in his hand.

Jones turned to run but his grip on her wrist was too tight. He forced her against a dryer and came in behind her. He squashed her against the dryer. He was naked and she could feel his hard cock against her arse.

He held a knife to her throat.

“Scream bitch and you die!” he said and licked his tongue across her face.

Jones squirmed against the dryer as his hand ran down her body then rubbed against her pussy. He forced two fingers inside her pussy and fucked her with them for a moment.

Suddenly he flung her back and opened the dryer door. With both arms he picked up Jones and threw her into the dryer. In a panic she turned and held the door open stopping him from closing it. She saw there was a crudely made lock on the dryer door – clearly a little addition of his own.

He flashed the knife in front of her face but Jones wouldn’t let go of the dryer door.

“Don’t, please,” she screamed in real terror. “Don’t turn it on. I’ll be burnt alive!!”

The man grabbed her hair and held the knife to her throat.

“There’s only one way to stop me burning you up, bitch,” he said.

“What’s that?” she said.

He forced her head down to his cock.

“Suck it,” he said.

Jones opened her mouth and took his cock into her throat.

“Just a fucking blowjob,” she thought. “All that for a blowjob!”

Jones was sticking out of the dryer from her tits up, her legs and arse curled up against the hard cold metal of the inside of the dryer.

The man gripped her hair tightly in one hand and started fucking her mouth while his other hand held the knife to her throat. Jones looked up at him wondering how long it would take for him to cum and whether that would be the end if it.

She opened her eyes wide and screamed around his cock. She made her body rock with each thrust of his cock so her breasts would swing back and forth. He held her head down so her nose squashed into his fat stomach as pushed his cock into her throat.

Suddenly he took his cock out of her mouth and with a strength that caught her by surprise he forced her whole body into the dryer and closed it shut, trapping her inside.

She tried desperately to push it back open, screaming in earnest but he blocked it with all his weight.

“Please, no, help!!!” she screamed.

The man locked the dryer door with his crude lock.

Jones was out of her mind with fear as she pushed and kicked at the dryer door. The man disappeared from her field of vision. She kept kicking but knew the glass door was too strong and her bare feet would never break it.

This was no longer role playing, she feared for her very life, expecting at any moment to feel the dryer start spinning.

For five minutes she kicked desperately at the door until he finally reappeared still brandishing the knife and now a collar and lead.

He reached for the start button and Jones screamed so loud she felt her lungs would burst. The man began to laugh and unlocked the dryer door.

Jones pushed it open and sprang forward, poking her head out of the dryer. He caught her hair and quckly attached the collar and lead to her neck. Jones cried hysterically.

“What’s the matter bitch?” he asked. “Just time for your walk. Stop crying.”

Jones scrambled out of the dryer and fell to the floor. He put his foot on her back forcing her to stay on her hands and knees and began to pull her along by the lead.

Jones scrambled to keep up with him as she crawled beside him back to the shower block. He led her to a bench seat and tied the lead to it.

On her hands and knees she felt him move behind her and spread her butt cheeks.

“No, please, no,” pleaded Jones once more playing the victim. She felt now that if he had planned to kill her he would have done so by now. Just a Forced Anal and she was out of there. She hoped.

“Why don’t you run bitch? Do you want it?”

Jones moved her head and realised the lead wasn’t tied properly to the bench.

“He wants me to run,” she thought. “He wants to chase me.”

She kicked at him and connected with his stomach making him fall back on the floor. Jones stood and ran, screaming her best horror film scream as she ran.

She ran down the corridor and through the laundry to the car park. The car park was empty. She could see the lift doors open on the far side and sprinted across to them hoping that maybe she would make it back to the ward and it might be all over.

She could hear him yelling after her but he seemed to be a fair way behind her. She made it to the lift and pressed the button for level 3.

She looked and saw him crossing the car park towards her. If the doors would just close she was free. But the doors stayed open. She pressed level 3 and 2 and every level but the doors didn’t move.

He was closing in now, almost at the lift. Still the doors would not close.

“He’s done something to the lift,” she realised. “They’ll never close!”

Like a sudden storm he burst into the lift. He took her by the head and forced her face first into the wall. He forced her legs apart and thrust his cock inside her arse.

She felt his fat cock penetrate her arse and lift her off her feet. He pounded her arse banging her against the wall.

“Take it up your arse, slut!” he said. “Feel that cock!”

He pushed it deep inside her arse and held it there, keeping her suspended off her toes and impaled on him. She screamed in pain and felt the air pushed out of her body as he pressed his massive weight against her, crushing her between the lift wall and his gut.

He began to lick his tongue over the side of her face and held her hands down as he thrust his cock rapidly in and out of her hole.

She thrashed about trying to break free, trying to breathe, but he simply pushed harder against her.

“Any more and my ribs will break,” thought Jones. She kicked her legs in the air but the movement made her arse move and the pain became unbearable.

She tried to scream, to beg him to stop but couldn’t take a breath of air. Just when she feared her body would break he pulled out and let her fall to the floor.

“Nice Oral,” he said.

Jones couldn’t believe it. He had raped her, made her fear for her life, almost broken her and now wanted her to switch to wanting to give him head. It was the cruelest, hardest thing he could have asked of her and for a moment she didn’t believe she could do it.

“I can think of at least 15 million reasons why you must,” something deep inside her said. “You must survive this place. You must beat them!”

She painfully crawled to her knees, pouting her lips as she reached for his cock.

“Oh,” she said. “You’re driving me wild. I have to taste that cock. I have to have it in my mouth!”

She licked the head of his cock and almost gagged on the taste of her arse and his sweat. Pre cum dripped from the head and she lapped it up with her tongue then wrapped her lips around it and began to suck down the shaft.

She looked up at him, trying to smile at him around his cock as it slid down into her throat.

“Oh, I love it,” she said as she took it out and licked all over the foul tasting shaft. “Give it to me, let me have that cum!”

She bobbed her head up and down on him and cupped her breasts in her hands and made them jiggle for him. He began to thrust into her mouth and his breathing became heavier.

She braced for his cum and it erupted into her mouth, thick and disgusting like off cream. She swallowed it trying to moan like it tasted delicious but wanting desperately to spit it out.

He pulled her to her feet by her hair and licked her face with his sweat covered tongue.

“You’re good at the Stalker game,” he said. “We’re gonna do this again one day!”

Jones tried to smile and he began to suck her tits. She could see his cock harden and knew it wasn’t over yet.

- To be continued… -

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 -

Nurse Jones knocked on Mr Forbes door.

She had received a page from him for Forced Oral. She limbered up her jaw as she waited for him to open the door. It was only her second day but she felt she was getting used to the system.

Forced Oral seemed easier than Nice Oral. Nice required her to take up the initiative but Forced Oral or Anal or anything else all she had to do was submit. Only thing she didn’t like about servicing the staff was that they didn’t tip – the patients were much more lucrative.

Mr Forbes opened the door and as always his eyes went straight to her tits. Jones was getting used to men talking to her breasts which were barely contained by her tight fitting unbuttoned nurses uniform.

“You paged me, sir,” she said.

“Yes, yes, come in,” he said.

Jones had expected him to drag her to her knees immediately but instead he ushered her into his office.

“How has it been going for you?” he asked inviting her to sit at his desk. He sat down opposite her.

“OK,” she said. “A couple of anals that hurt a bit and I was whipped by a cane.”

“Ah, yes,” said Mr Forbes. “I heard about that. Still you are the envy of a lot of the girls. Ten million dollar tip for being the last one to swallow the old man’s cum.”

“If I can make it through the next three years here,” added Jones.

“Do you think you will?” asked Mr Forbes.

“Yes,” said Jones defiantly. “I will.”

“Excellent,” said Mr Forbes. He leant back in his chair. “Now I understand you’ve made one call to your parents and told them your cover story.”

“Yes,” said Jones. “I told them the job was aid work in Peru for three years. Starting immediately. Not much money but a once in a life time experience.”

“They believe you?”

“I think so.”

“You need to call again,” he said. “Tell them you arrived safely but are going into a remote area and won’t be able to call for a while but will write when you can.”

“OK,” said Jones. She waited.

“Is he ever going to rape me?” she thought. “Perhaps he just said Forced Oral as a cover to get me down here to talk to me. She hadn’t heard any of the other nurses talk about servicing him.

“Perhaps he doesn’t touch us – leaves us to his staff and patients,” she thought.

Mr Forbes continued to stare at her silently.

“Well?” he said.

“Sorry, sir?” asked Jones unsure what he was asking of her.

He picked up a cordless phone and threw it to her.

“Well, why not call them now?”

“Oh, OK,” said Jones. “So I should say I am in Peru?”

“Lima,” said Mr Forbes. “It’s the capital.”

Jones dialed her parents number. As she heard the ringing signal Mr Forbes got out of his chair and walked over to her side. He moved his crotch in line with her face as she sat on the chair and slowly unzipped his fly only inches from her eyes.

“So it is Forced Oral time,” thought Jones. “As soon as I hang up I guess.”

The phone continued to ring. Mr Forbes pulled his erect cock from his pants and pressed it against the side of her face. She didn’t move, pretending she didn’t notice.

Jones heard the phone click as it was answered.

“Hello,” said her mother.

Jones went to say hello but as she opened her mouth Mr Forbes pushed his cock inside her mouth, he gripped her head in his hands and forced her head down until the cock entered her throat. She gagged and coughed on it.

“Hello, who is it?” asked her mother.

Mr Forbes held her head down in a vice like grip, keeping his cock in her throat until she was on the point of throwing up then suddenly releasing her.

“Hello, hello,” said her mother.

Jones pulled herself off Mr Forbes cock.

“Hello, mum,” she said.

“Is that you dear,” asked her mother. “Are you OK? It sounded like someone choking.”

“No, I’m fine,” said Jones as Mr Forbes rubbed his cock over her forehead. “I was just having a bit to eat and it went down the wrong way.”

“You shouldn’t put too much in your mouth,” said her mother. “You always did bite off more than you can chew.”

Mr Forbes was pushing the cock against her lips. She knew he would facefuck her if she opened her mouth again. Jones turned her head sharply away from his cock.

“Landed in Lima, having lunch, you talk while I eat,” Jones said quickly.

Mr Forbes spun her head around and roughly forced his cock into her mouth.

“That’s just like you,” said her mother. “No forethought. Couldn’t you have called me after you ate?”

Jones head was gripped tightly in Mr Forbes hands and his cock buried deeply in her throat so there was no way to reply.

She tried to put the phone away from her face but Mr Forbes let one hand off her head for long enough to make her put the phone back to her cock filled mouth. He fucked her face roughly, Jones mother treated to the sucking sound her daughter’s lips made around her bosses cock.

“What on earth are you eating,” said her mother.

“Suck that cock you filthy slut!” said Mr Forbes. He pulled on her hair causing her to moan in pain slightly.

“What was that?” asked Jones mother. “Is there someone with you?”

Jones looked up at Mr Forbes pleadingly.

“God, let me speak,” she thought. “You’re the one who wanted the cover story!”

“Keep sucking bitch,” said Mr Forbes as if he could read her thoughts. His cock was hard in her mouth and he thrust it in and out so fast all Jones could do was keep her mouth and open and still.

“What is he saying?” asked her mother. “It sounds rude. Who is he?”

Suddenly Mr Forbes let her go. Nurse Jones pulled away but he grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face down on his desk. He pulled up her dresd and tore off her panties.

“I finished lunch,” said Jones to her mother.

“Who is that with you?” asked her mother again.

“It’s a local doctor,” began Jones. At that moment Mr Forbes penetrated her arse with his cock. Already sensitive from multiple anal penetrations the pain shot through her like she had been cut with a knife.

“aaah!” she screamed.

“What is it? What is happening to you?” asked her mother.

Trying to supress the pain as Mr Forbes penetrated her unlubricated arse she bit her lip and, panting breathlessly, said to her mother “I can’t talk for long. We are running for a bus. I had to eat lunch quickly!”

Mr Forbes cock felt as though it was splitting her bowels apart as it plunged deeply into her arse. She couldn’t help but scream in pain once more.

“It’s alright mum,” she said. “I stood on some glass.”

“Take that cock up your arse bitch!” said Mr Forbes leaning forward to be close to the phone mouthpiece.

“What is he saying!” said her mother. “I am convinced I can hear bad words. Is he talking to you?”

“No, no,” said Jones. “He’s speaking Spanish. It means we have to run for the bus! I’ll write to you!”

Jones hung up the phone. She collapsed onto the desk, her tits grinding over its surface as Mr Forbes continued to thrust deep into her arse.

She heard her pager go off and took it from her hip pocket as she was rocked back and forth on the desk.

“Message 12,” it read. “Forced anal. Dr Clarke. Ward 4.”

Mr Forbes pulled out of Jones and threw her onto the ground on her back. He then lay across her face, pushing his cock into her mouth on the floor. He began to pump his cock into her throat. Jones was unable to move and had to simply leave her mouth open as wide as possible as it was fucked by her boss.

Mr Forbes groaned, held still with his penis deep in her mouth and ejaculated in her mouth. Jones swallowed the cum as it shot into her mouth.

Mr Forbes raised himself off Jones slowly, allowing his cock to drag over her face as he moved away, the last of his cum draining on to her face.

Jones licked the cum off her face then got to her feet and adjusted her uniform.

“Will that be all, sir?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said. “Go back to ICU, don’t worry about Dr Clarke. I’ll let him know you are busy.”

Nurse Jones walked out of her bosses office and hurried back to ICU. Three nurses were at the nurses station when she got back and another was having her tits sucked by a patient in the main area.

“How are things?” she asked.

“Slow,” said Nurse Davis.

The next few hours went by slowly. She had one request for a titfuck by a car accident victim but he had to be taken off for more surgery before she had even got her tits around his cock.

Finally her shift ended and Nurse Jones went back to the nurses dorm for dinner. She then went to watch some television but found the only thing that was shown was really brutal rape pornography.

“They do everything they can to normalise it,” she thought. “As if I would watch it though. It’s like watching my life.”

Nurse Jones then had a shower and went to bed.

She woke at dawn the next day and quickly changed into her nurses uniform, had breakfast, the pill and made her way to ward 4 for duty.

The nurse she was to replace had her throat filled with Dr Clarke’s cock at the nurses station. His cock was huge and he was really brutal with her. She seemed to be crying as she limply let her body be abused by the doctor. Jones was thankful she hadn’t had to take that cock in the arse yesterday.

“Only a matter of time,” she thought. “Poor girl looks like she’s been at it for hours.”

“Nice Oral,” lit up for room 4.

Jones left the nurses station taking a sponge and bath with her.

The man in room 4 was quite young and good looking. For a moment Jones thought she would even have thought about fucking him in the real world.

She read his chart. He had had his appendix removed four weeks ago. In a normal hospital he would have been long gone but here patients seemed to like to stick around for as long as they could afford.

Nurse Jones moved to his bedside.

“Time for your sponge bath,” she said.

“There’s no water in there,” he said looking into the container.

“Oh, how silly of me,” said Jones. “Guess I’ll have to find another way to get you clean.”

She took her tits out of her uniform and let them drift over the patients face. He licked and groped her tits, making them bounce and shake before him.

Nurse Jones moved down and kissed him on the lips, then moved slowly down his body as she climbed on the bed.

“That’s it bitch,” he said. “Get that mouth down there where it belongs.”

“Why do they always call me bitch,” thought Jones. “Even when I am doing what they want.”

She licked her tongue down his neck and chest, pulling his clothes off as she went down. She licked around his groin, teasing but not touching his cock as it grew hard around her face.

“I think your much cleaner now,” she said her mouth inches from his hard cock. “Will that be all?”

“I think you missed a spot,” he said with a note of desperation in his voice.

“Where,” she asked.

“My dick,” he said.

“Ooh but that looks clean already,” she said. “And how could I clean something so big with just my tongue?”

“Use your whole mouth,” he said. “Suck it clean.”

“You want me to suck it?” she asked licking the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue. “Do you want me to suck your cock clean, sir?”

“Oh yes, suck that big cock!” he ordered. He grabbed her head and forced it onto his cock.

Nurse Jones at once sucked her lips tightly around his cock. She began to rapidly bob her head on his cock under the direction of his powerful arms.

His cock was an average size and had the nicest taste of any Nurse Jones had taken into her mouth so far. It seemed fresh and oddly supple for something so hard.

“It’s been a while for him,” thought Nurse Jones.

She found she was actually enjoying sliding her mouth down on his penis. She hummed softly and found her pussy was growing wet. She had to fight an urge to climb on top of him and take his cock in her pussy.

“Oh God, bitch,” he said. “I saw you in the hall yesterday downstairs. I’ve been waiting for you to start. You are so fucking sexy!”

Jones licked her tongue around his cock and looked up at him and her moaning became real as she moved her hand into her pussy and rubbed her clit. She was so horny, she wanted this man in her so badly.

“I saw that sexy mouth and knew I had to get my cock inside it,” he said. “I’ve been thinking of nothing else since then.”

His hands began to grip her hair tightly as she took him into her throat. Jones rubbed her clit hard and could feel her orgasm build. Her moans turned into screams and she had to take her mouth off his cock to vocalise as her body was rocked by the biggest orgasm of her life.

“What the fuck are you doing!” he yelled. “Are you masturbating!”

Jones took her hand out of her pussy and went to put her mouth back on his cock but he used his legs to push her off the bed.

“Dirty fucking whore,” he said. He stood up and took her head and slammed it down on the bed. “You are here to get me off bitch. Not yourself. Do that again and I’ll report you to Forbes. I can see I am going to have to restrain you.”

He crossed to a cupboard and opened the door. Inside was an array of bondage gear. He took out a heavy wooden device with three holes in it, two large and one small.

He closed the device around her neck so her head stuck out of the large whole in the middle and her wrists were constrained in the two small holes on each side. He then took a belt and used it to tie her legs together. Jones found she couldn’t move at all and was helpless on her knees before him.

He pushed his cock back into her mouth and roughly fucked her face. She could easily take his average sized cock into her mouth but knew he wanted her to suffer now so pretended to gag on his cock.

“Too fucking big for you is it bitch?” he said. “Too fucking bad!”

He held his cock as far into her throat as it would go and left it there for at least a minute. Tears welled in Jones eyes as he pulled hard on her hair, tearing some strands from the scalp.

“That’s it bitch, cry,” he said. “Not so much fun now is it!”

“Why does Oral Nice always become Oral Forced,” thought Jones.

He began thrusting his cock into her helpless mouth again. His cock still tasted nice and Jones concentrated on sucking her lips tightly around it as she licked her tongue on the underside of the thrusting shaft.

“Take it, take it, take it you dirty slut!” he screamed. “Swallow it!”

Cum burst from his cock. It might have been an average sized penis but the amount of cum it produced was massive. It filled her mouth faster than she could swallow and some leaked out of her mouth. When the last shot had spurt out he took his cock out and wiped it across her face.

Jones licked the cum from around her lips.

The patient untied her legs and took the device from her head and hands. Jones stood up and went to put her uniform back into place when he threw her down on the bed and ripped the uniform off her.

He spread her legs and pushed two fingers in her wet pussy and finger fucked her on the bed. It felt so good Jones began humping his hand still desperate to take his cock. Just as another orgasm built he took his hand away and threw her off the bed.

“Too bad, bitch,” he said. “You don’t get to cum!”

He then tore her uniform into pieces and forced Jones naked out of the room.

Jones made her way back to the nurses station where Dr Clarke was still fucking the nurses face. She appeared to have passed out but his thrusting was as hard as ever.

“Take over,” Dr Clarke said to Jones as he let the other nurse collapse to the floor. Jones dropped to her knees in front of Dr Clarke and took his saliva covered cock into her mouth. It was so big she could barely keep her teeth from the shaft as he forced it into her throat.

“Where is your uniform, Jones,” he said.

Jones held up four fingers to indicate room 4.

“Ripped it off you did he? Can’t blame him. Just look at your tits. They should always be on show!”

He facefucked Jones for a few minutes. The other nurse woke up and thanked Jones but didn’t offer to take Dr Clarke’s cock again. Instead she read a magazine beside them.

Dr Clarke took Jones by the hair, turned her over and made her lean over the nurses station.

“Not in the arse,” said the other nurse. “You were told not too by Forbes!”

“Shut the fuck up!” said Dr Clarke.

Jones tried to get away but Dr Clarke held her down and forced the head of his cock into her arse. Jones screamed in agony but Dr Clarke forced his massive cock further and further inside her.

“Let her go!” said the other nurse and tried to push Dr Clarke away but he slapped her face and pushed her to the ground.

The light for “Forced Oral” lit up for room 2.

“That is for you,” said Dr Clarke to the other nurse. “And do a better job than you did on me!”

The other nurse hurried off as Jones screamed for help as Dr Clarke’s huge cock finally made it’s way fully into her back side.

Dr Clarke pushed a wooden ruler into her mouth.

“Bite down on this,” he said.

He began thrusting his cock in her arse and Jones bit hard on the ruler to control the pain but nothing would stop the pain she felt now. Dr clarke gripped her rocking tits from behind as his cock forced it’s way in and out of her arse.

She felt the cock widen further inside her and with a mixture of disgust and relief felt it explode cum in her arse. Finally it started to grow limp and the pain subsided a little but Jones doubted she would be able to sit down again today.

Dr Clarke took his cock out and zipped back up.

“Go find yourself a uniform,” he said and walked away.

- To be continued… -

Rick was a successful computer systems analyst for a major consulting firm, in his early 40′s but decidedly out of shape from years of too much sugar, caffeine and too little exercise behind a desk. He hadn’t taken a vacation in 4 years and though he loved the work, it wore on him like an anchor.

Liz, his beautiful wife, was a nurse at the hospital, working the odd shifts, filling in whenever they were short because Rick was never home. For a woman of 38, she was in good shape and proud of her lean, 5’6″ body.

They live a comfortable life, having been married for nearly 10 years. All but the last three when Rick got the promotion had been great. Lately he was spending more and more time at the office, pushing himself too hard. Liz knew Rick’s family had a history of stroke and heart disease and he had fallen into the sedentary pattern of so many before him on the path to an early grave.

She felt desperate, as if Rick’s life depended on her saving him from himself. She decided to act! She picked up the phone and dialed the number. The phone rang and Rick answered “Hello!”

“Rick, when are you coming home?” asked a breathy female voice.

Rick replied “Oh, an obscene phone call.”

The voice pleaded now “Rick, it’s late and you’re still at the office, when is it going to end!”

“I know but the boss is counting on me to put this system in on time,” said Rick “I’ll be home as soon as possible.” He said and heard the phone disconnect before he could utter an apology.

“Hmm she must be mad, she didn’t even say goodbye!” he mumbled to himself.

That was the last straw! She decided to act, to save a man’s life that has no idea about what kind of danger she was saving him from. She made another call to the family doctor, an appointment was made and Rick was going to get some help whether he liked it or not. Once this little brunette got started, there was no stopping her until she got what she wanted.

Liz made a list of things she would need, tucked it into her purse and headed to bed alone, again!

Just as she was in a deep sleep Rick came in…at 1:30am! Rather than fight about it she pretended to be sound asleep. Now she knew she must do the right thing, for Rick’s sake. Lack of exercise and junk food had put 30 pounds on his otherwise hunky build.

When Rick looked at the alarm clock it was 6AM and he was still groggy from too little sleep but got up for his first cup of coffee, black. Liz was already dressed in her green scrubs and on her way out. She lovingly kissed him on the cheek and left, reminding him not to drink too much coffee.

Rick got up and thought ‘she made a full pot for the two of us!’ and had a 2nd cup of coffee and started to get a shower but as he walked to the bathroom he suddenly felt numb, even weak. He couldn’t focus on the wall in front of him. He stopped at the night stand in the bedroom and tried to pick up the phone, the numbers were blurry. Rick finally managed to dial Liz’s cell phone but there was no answer. He struggled to get her work number dialed in, it rang and someone finally answered. He asked for Liz and a surprised but familiar voice answered.

“What’s wrong, Rick?” she questioned.

“I feel sthick, numb, I thwink am goin to pasth out” he slurred.

She calmly said “Lay down, I’m coming home.”

Rick was dazed but managed to fall mostly on the bed with his green eyes slipping closed on the way down. Some time has passed but he had no idea how much when he realizes Liz was looking down at him and he was no longer in the bedroom but on a gurney being wheeled into an emergency room. Unable to talk, his mind raced as best it can. Did he faint, have the flu? What was going on?

Liz was there, she would take care of it he knew this…and passed out.

Liz was now consulting with Rick’s doctor. He believed Rick experienced a mild stroke and would probably make a full recovery. He had no idea that she drugged Rick’s coffee to make him numb. Liz asked the doctor to help her make Rick realize how close he came to having a much worse experience. The doctor protested at first but reluctantly agreed when Liz told him of Rick’s family history of strokes and heart disease. Her puppy dog pout and big brown eyes sealed the deal for him. She did make scrubs look good.

While in his private room Liz and Rick’s doctor set about carrying out the plan Liz had hatched. The doctor injected his left jaw, cheek, vocal cord and eyebrow with Botox, the drug used to paralyze nerve and muscles by plastic surgeons. They also injected his left shoulder, left thigh and his rectum and very, very carefully, the base of his penis and deeper in his groin. Liz didn’t want to damage his sex drive, if he had any left.

When Rick woke up, his left side was still a bit numb and very weak. His right side seemed normal enough. He could see fine but his left arm and leg were a bit out of control, almost as if they were asleep but without the tingle.

Liz entered the room to find Rick holding his hand up to his face and said “Rick, you’re awake! You gave me such a scare.”

Rick spoke or tried to “Wea… Weally?” He notices that his speech is difficult and his mouth does not obey his mind. A look of fright comes over him.

“It will be OK, the Dr said you had a stroke…you were lucky.” she says, trying to reassure him though she knows exactly what caused it.

Rick settled back to ponder his future, what little of it there was left.

Then a familiar face popped through, it was Jack from work “How are you doing big guy? Need anything?”

Liz continued “What with insurance and all the HMO’s these days, we will be going home tomorrow. I’m getting all the necessary supplies and we will be more comfortable there. I’m taking a family medical leave to make sure he is well cared for.”

She also told him about his physical therapy and that she had talked to his boss. Mr. Shepard was very sympathetic and considerate and granted leave and said that when he felt well enough he could work from home if it would motivate him to recover faster.

Jack chuckled “That’s Mr. Thoughtful, always worried about the little guy he’s climbing the corporate ladder over.”

Liz had no plans of him going back to work on a regular basis ever again, at least as long as she could help it. It was then that she told Rick about his other changes…literally. “Rick,” she starts “you have lost the use of most of your left side, maybe permanently. Your arm, your leg, your face… even control over your bodily functions are greatly diminished.”

At that you could see it sink in; his mind was as sharp as ever, after all. Rick looked down and with his good right hand, lifted the sheet and pulled up his hospital gown. He was wearing a diaper! Oh no! What could be worse?! Then he realizes that he was not paralyzed in the classic sense, he had no control over his left side but he could still feel and right now he felt wet. He whimpered for the first time and Liz consoled him.

Jack, feeling out of place at what he has just seen and heard excused himself by saying “Well ole buddy, I’ve got to go. See you around, soon.”

She changed him lovingly, like a mother would change a newborn for that was what he was, a new baby. She oiled him and powdered him and fastened a new diaper on him. They never had time for a family and after 10 years she had given up hope of ever having a baby… till now.

Half the battle is over. Liz had gotten Rick into diapers and had a way to keep him there for at least 3 months or longer depending on the Botox injections. He could always have a ‘relapse’ if he made too much progress, she thought with a hint of a sly smile on face.

The nurse came by and gave Rick a sedative and he slept. Liz took the list she had prepared the night before and went shopping for the specifics she would require. The first things she got were a wheel chair and a hospital bed with rails and arranged for delivery later that day. Next she bought a case of Attends plus a dozen cloth diapers and half as many plastic pants. On a whim she also purchased a hot water bottle/enema kit. Her mother had used one on her as a child and oddly enough she had fond memories of it.

Next on her shopping list was a trip to the vitamin and herb shop. There she acquired valerian, senna and dandelion root. Those items should produce a nice experience. Valerian was a muscle relaxer/sedative, senna was a laxative and dandelion was a diuretic. She paused and half giggled wondering if she bought enough diapers!

Back at the hospital the next morning, Rick’s doctor discharged him and Liz took him home. She wheeled him up the walk and into the house. They were lucky there were no steps, only a small vertical distance between the door and the walk of about an inch. That was no big deal as she planned to let him regain use of his leg and arm whenever he could manage.

Once inside, Rick was amazed at how Liz had converted the spare bedroom into a hospital room. To his dismay, he also noticed a large stack of diapers and changing supplies on the table next to the bed. This was yet another reminder of his predicament since he was already wet again. At least he was not messy like this morning. He didn’t know how the nurse stood it as the stench of it nearly made him pass out again.

As Liz helped him from the chair to the bed, she noticed the wetness indicators had turned from light to dark and she stated “I think you need a change” and he nodded in agreement.

While Liz was cleaning and oiling her new baby, she noticed that he was becoming erect. Well! Maybe things could be more interesting than she imagined. She thought he might not have sexual function after the injections but now she knew that Rick could still “function” in one very important way.

Rick sat upright in bed most of the morning, watching TV, not asking for anything and barely acknowledging her when she entered the room. Hmm, he may have become more depressed than she thought.

Time for lunch, for this she made soup and sandwiches and gave Rick his first batch of meds… all of them!

Rick knew that even though he craved a greasy hamburger and fries, Liz would not let him have such a destructive meal, especially in his condition. To make matters worse, she produced an adult-sized bib and proceeded to put it around his neck. How degrading! She fed him some of the soup until he finally decided he could do that himself. She also cut his sandwich into small chunks to make it easier for him to handle.

After lunch Rick felt tired and dozed a bit. He was awakened by a familiar feeling but was powerless to stop it. Try as he might to stop it, his butt was unloading a big dump in his diaper. All he was able to do was squeeze one side of his anus to no avail. Before he could come to grips with this event and the squishiness on his butt, his bladder followed up where his bowels left off. He was only now realizing what kind of impact this would have on his life.

By 2pm he was crying and Liz knew why, he was surely having a big mess in his diaper and was even wetter. The plan was coming together. When the Botox wears off in a few months, he might not even be able to regain control of his bladder and bowels, especially if she kept up the diuretics and laxatives.

Liz came to Rick’s aid and changed his smelly, wet diaper. She noticed again that he was becoming erect and strokes him gently at first and then moved to kiss his member but he pushed her away. She took the hint and finished diapering him.

For supper she did not give him any sedative or laxative but doubled the diuretics and gave him a big glass of apple juice with his meal.

Rick had no idea where the day had gone, only that it was suppertime and he was hungry. While eating supper, he wet himself again. Funny, he could feel the warmth and it felt oddly pleasant. The front of his diaper lifted despite his loathing being diapered! He decided to explore this feeling in due time.

Liz decided that the double dose of diuretics was a bad idea. She had changed him 3 times in the last two hours. However, she couldn’t wait for tomorrow when he failed to have a bowel movement and she could spring the next surprise, an enema!

Rick has just been changed for what he hoped was the last time before bed. He was not really tired but TV was boring and there was little else he can do. He dozed and awoke to the smell of coffee. Liz has made a pot. He mumbles a request “Can I hah a cub of cobbee?”

She decided to bargain for it “OK but you have to try to lift your left arm for me!”

He tried but only managed to fling it about a small amount. She gave in any way and poured him a cup … and his bib. She made no mention of the fact that he was only wet and not messy. She was biding her time.

At lunch she gave him only a standard dose of the mild diuretic and sedative. Rick slept like a baby for most of the afternoon and awoke wet, as usual. Liz was doing laundry and Rick decided to experiment with his warm, wet diaper. He massaged his diapered member. The rustling of the plastic cover grew faster until he was about to explode when Liz reentered the room. She gave him a strange look and decided that his mood was improving and left the room. He furiously finished what he started and felt that he has accomplished something on his own. Again he could feel the warmth expanding into his diaper.

When Liz returned again, she asked Rick “Are you wet or anything?”

Rick shrugged “Yeah bu it in’t ba ye, it can wai.”

She honored his mood and continued with the laundry. When she returned, she saw that he has indeed wet more than once as a puddle has formed around him on the bed pad.

She proceeded to ask him “Why didn’t you say something sooner? I don’t mind, really.”

Rick shrugged again, his new favorite emotion “I din notess, sawwy.”

She removed the underpad, placed a clean one under him and removed his disposable diaper, intentionally not noticing the extra deposit in the diaper. Rick had been a busy boy!

She moved for another diaper and spoke partially to herself “Hmm, these are fine for awhile but I think the cloth would work better for other times and be more economical.”

She then pulled two cloth diapers from another stack and pinned them on Rick before she placed a pair of plastic pants over them. She snickered to herself, nearly complete!

Rick noticed a different texture between his legs, not necessarily better or worse, just different. Time for more experimentation!

After supper, Liz commented “Rick, you haven’t had a BM today. The doctor said you should have an enema if you didn’t have at least one bowel movement a day.”

With that Rick groaned. He had been given enemas before but they were not fun things for him. Especially in his current condition, it was doubly so.

As he pondered his next experience, he could hear the water running in the sink. Just then, the doorbell rang. Liz answered the door and he could hear her talking to Mr. Shepard. She invited him in and he could hear footsteps coming toward his room. Just before they enter the room he heard Liz say that he was feeling sorry for himself.

“Hi Rick, how’s it hanging?” said Bob Shepard in his typically hard sell, blunt manner.

To which Rick replied with a bit too much truth “I cannod tell till Liz chanes my dipa.”

Liz, quite shocked, whispered to Bob “He’s paralyzed on his left side, no control of his bladder or bowels.”

Bob, feeling sheepish, mumbled “Sorry, ole boy,” and continued “Listen, I’m going to put Jack on your project, just till you get on your feet again. Can I count on you?”

What luck for Liz, Rick was now under no pressure to come back soon.

Rick nods “shu tang. No thape to wok.”

Bob made idle chitchat and as usual, he did all the talking and Rick listened, not much changed there, when Liz chimed in “It is about time for Rick to have some treatments.”

Bob, taking the hint, said “Oh, well gotta go, call if you need anything, my secretary is always there” on his way out.

Liz told Rick “I didn’t forget about your treatment. You didn’t think I did, did you?”

Rick shrugged and resigned himself to the fact that he was helpless to resist. Liz returned with a red water bottle and hose. She hung the bottle on his bed’s IV pole and attached something to the end of the hose. It looked like two small collapsed balloons on a tube. She applied liberal amounts of KY to the balloons and then unpinned one side of his diapers, rolled him on his left side and applied a liberal amount of KY to his uncontrollable backside. Before he knew it, the first balloon was in him, inflated and the second was inflating from the outside, forming a snug seal. While not something he remembered enjoying in the past, this experience was different, almost erotic.

Liz explained “This is to help you retain the enema. We wouldn’t want you to mess up your bed, would we?” With that she popped the clamp and he could feel the warmth grow in his belly. She refastened his diapers and pulled his plastic pants back up and allowed him to roll over on his back again. He did not complain of the pressure, it didn’t hurt. The spreading warmth in his abdomen was quickly relaxing.

Before he knew it, the whole 2 quarts was in him and Liz was praising him for taking it all like a man. Strangely enough, it caused another hard on. This one Liz would not be denied. With the enema nozzle still lodged in place in his bottom, she pulled down the front of his pants and undid the pins.

She gently stroked his member to its full, raging size. She then dropped her panties and slid her skirt up to reveal a garter and hose. Liz then climbed onto the bed with Rick and proceeded to mount him and deeply kiss him. Rick was amazed, they had not had REAL sex in almost a year, just a quickie when the mood hit him. She was slowly rocking him to an ever building climax. Liz came first with a shudder that sent Rick into his own orgasm that kept Liz’s pushed over the top.

After they both recovered, Rick considered the moment, here he was, paralyzed, diapered, with an enema tube still up his butt and he had just had the best sex he could remember in the last 5 years!

Liz lazily composed herself and said “Well, wasn’t that a shocker! I guess we should drain you now that we’ve drained everything else.” She re-pinned the diaper, pulled up the pants and rolled him ever so slightly to the left and released the valves so the nozzle could be removed from his bottom and diaper.

In less than a minute Rick could feel the mess as it escaped his lazy backside and he could see the diaper change from white to a darker shade as the warmth surround his butt. Liz massaged his stomach to help get it all out. He could feel himself wetting to add to the volume. This was not his favorite feeling but he couldn’t help but think that if he had sex like that, it would be worth any number of enemas.

Liz waited until he was completely done and then changed him for the last time before bed. Feeling quite pleased with herself, sexually and with her plan, she kissed Rick goodnight and retired.

Life for Rick and Liz continued this way long after the Botox wore off. Rick eventually returned to do some consulting work from home and Liz returned to work part-time. Rick did regain full use of his arm and leg, his face returned to normal and he did have some control over his bowel and bladder but he long ago decided he was much happier with his own personal nurse to tend his… uh, bodily functions…all his bodily functions!

- The End -

Nurse Jones woke early.

She was in the nurses dorm. It just before dawn. Through the window she could see the city lights where the normal world went on for the rest of the human race. A world she was to be seperated from for three years.

It was her first morning in the First Avenue hospital for men. Her mouth and arse still ached from the multiple poundings they had received the night before. Both parts of her body had been virgin territory until yesterday – not any more.

“Is it worth it?” she wondered. “Up to twenty million dollars. Three years is almost a life time in here. I won’t make it.”

She looked around at the twenty or so nurses sleeping around her. Some of them had been here for almost three years – they were on the other end of the ordeal. A few months and they would be millionaires. Who knows how many cocks they had had to suck and fuck along the way.

“It must be thousands,” she thought. “But they made it.”

She sat up in bed.

“If they can make it so can I,” she thought.

Nurse Jones pushed aside her bed sheets and crossed to the communal wardrobe. There was only one type of dress on offer – the short tight white dress she and the other girls wore as a uniform. All of them were missing the top three buttons forcing the girls to show off the natural feature they all shared – their large breasts

Careful not to wake the other girls she quietly put on a uniform and placed the nurses cap on her head. She went out into the communal dining area and quickly made herself some breakfast and took her daily contraceptive pill.

On a wall in the dining room was a large board featuring the daily roster. There were five wards in the hospital. Intensive care, three general wards and the geriatric centre.

There were two other nurses in the dining room neither of whom Nurse Jones knew.

She sat down at the table with them.

“Hello,” she said. “My name is Jones.”

One thing she had learnt was that none of the nurses used their first names. It was last names only under orders from the administration. They had a lot of strange rules, she was discovering.

“Davis,” said one girl.

“Armstrong,” said the other. “How was your first day?”

“Not great,” said Jones. “Two forced anals a forced blowjob and one nice blowjob.”.

Jones hated the way these sex acts were given these names in the hospital. But it was a kind of shorthand here that she had quickly learnt and everyone understood.

“Though the nice blowjob was far from nice.”

“The nice ones can be the hardest in a way,” said Davis. “Having to pretend you want to suck off some old guy. I hate it too. We all do. Just keep your mind on the money. It’s got me through.”

“What is intensive care like,” asked Jones. “I am rostered there today.”

“Christ you’re lucky,” said Davis. “It took a month for me to get in there. It’s the closest thing this place has to a real ward. All the guys in there are really sick or banged up. No one holidaying in there. Most of them are too far gone to want any favours from you. Maybe they’ll want to suck your tits but most can’t even move. We all want to be there!”

Jones felt relieved. She had feared intensive care was code for constant blowjobs or anal or something. If it was like a real intensive care they would probably be in no shape to want much from her. Her arse really needed a break too.

“Hopefully the doctors will leave me alone as well,” she thought, remembering the brutal anal fuck of another nurse she had witnessed the night before by a doctor in the general ward.

There were two nurses at the nurses station in intensive care when she arrived. There were four rooms in intensive care. One large one with eight beds in a row. Most of the men were hooked up to drips and various machines monitoring their vital signs or supplying them with oxygen. The other rooms were for men in even worse shape and were called the death watch because if you were in there your family would come in and watch you die.

“How are things?” Jones asked.

“Quiet,” the other nurses said together.

“They’re all out cold so no need for any action,” said the taller of the two nurses. “But there is one thing you need to know. There’s an old guy in death watch three. He won’t make it through the day. He’s had a long time request to be sucked all day long on his final day on earth. McIntyre is on him now and they’ve pumped him full of viagra to keep him hard but he is in a coma. She’s been sucking for two hours now and you have to take over.”

“But be warned his family is on the way in and his old wife is a real bitch!”

Nurse Jones made her way to death watch three. McIntyre had her back turned to the door, her arse exposed as she leant over an old unconscious man. Her head was bobbing up and down over his groin.

Jones made her way to the other side of the bed and McIntyre looked up at her as she sucked on the old man’s cock. She waved Jones over and Jones put her head beside the other nurse. McIntyre waved for her to come around to her side of the bed and Jones walked around the bed and bent over beside McIntyre.

McIntyre took the cock out of her mouth and pushed Jones head down on it.

“Where the fuck have you been,” said McIntyre. “Two fucking hours on that dirty fucking cock.”

Jones took the cock out of her mouth to explain she had only just started her roster but McIntyre pushed her head back down.

“Kerp sucking!” she yelled. “That cock needs a mouth around it all day or we get sued by his family. They have a camera on us to make sure we honour the contract they have with us.”

Jones began to bob her head up and down and looked around for the camera. She saw it in the corner of the room. It was trained right on her head.

“Don’t even think about taking it out before you are relieved,” said McIntyre. “His wife and sons will be here soon. Just do what they tell you.”

McIntyre lifted Jones dress up so her arse was exposed to the door. She pulled down Jones panties and took them with her as she left the room.

Jones rested her hands on the bed as she sucked on the hard cock of the comatosed man. His cock was still covered with McIntyres spit but she could also taste cum and knew that he had come in McIntyres mouth at least once.

Her jaw already ached and soon her neck grew saw from bobbing up and down over and over again. The old man’s breath was heavy and his mouth open. She wondered if he was dreaming of a young woman giving him a blowjob at some time in his distant youth.

After an hour Jones felt that she was going to collapse. Her neck muscles were burning with pain and her jaw had locked up so badly she doubted it would ever close again.

She heard footsteps enter the room and prayed it was her replacement. There was more than one person crossing the room towards her. They stopped directly behind her and she felt hands on her hips.

A cock pushed into her pussy as her legs were spread apart.

Someone else came around the bed and at last Jones could see an ancient looking woman dressed all in black with a cane in her hand.

Jones watched her cross to the old man as the cock in her pussy began to thrust in and out of her.

“Are you enjoying that dear?” the old woman asked the man. The old woman looked down at Jones and grew angry as she saw Jones looking at her.

She raised the cane and struck it with surprising force across Jones back. It stung badly and Jones would have cried out if her mouth had not been full of cock.

“Ma, what are you doing?” asked the man fucking Jones from behind.

“Dirty little bitch was looking at me,” said the old woman.

“What,” cried two male voices behind her.

“The little fucking skank,” said a man to her left. “She ain’t even deep throating!”

A hand gripped her head and forced her to take the cock deep into her throat. She tried to pull back up but the hand forced her head down and another hand pinched her nose shut.

The old woman began to repeatedly strike her across the back while the cock in her pussy plunged deeper and deeper into her.

The idea of rape had never been a turn on for Jones so her pussy was still dry as the cock painfully forced its way inside her. The cane struck her over and over again and still her head was held down and her nose sealed shut.

She fought hard for breath but could only feel the hard cock filling her throat. Suddenly the cock in her throat twitched and cum erupted into her. She swallowed as it spurt but there was too much and it filled her throat. She felt she was going to drown and felt vomit rise.

She puked around the cock and a mix of cum and vomit blasted out of her mouth around the cock.

The cane struck her harder as punishment and the cock in her pussy seemed more turned on and it to blasted cum inside of her.

The world went black as she passed our from lack of air. When she woke she found she was on her back and a man was lying on top of her. He was fucking her on the floor beside the bed. She looked across and saw another nurse had taken over sucking the old man and she too was being whipped by the old woman.

Jones pussy was lubricated by the first man’s cum and she felt less pain now as the second man fucked her. He reached down though and took one of her nipples in his mouth and bit her.

The pain was intense and her mind was overloaded with pain from the whipping on her back, her aching jaws, neck and arse. She found herself crying in pain and humiliation as the man continued to squeeze her nipples between his teeth.

He let go and took his cock out of her mouth and aimed it at her face. Expecting him to cum she closed her eyes but he forced them open and put his cock to her eye and came over the lens.

The cum mixed with tears and new pain filled her mind pushing back all thought. She retreated into herself and curled up in a ball in tears.

A strike on her backside forced her back into the world and she looked up with her one good eye to see the old woman raising her cane to strike again.

Before the blow could land one of the men called out “Ma, he’s gone.”

The old woman looked to the old man giving Jones the chance to get to her feet and wipe the cum from her eyes. She looked at the man’s heart rate monitor and saw that he had flatlined. He was gone.

The other nurse took her mouth from the old mans cock and beckoned Jones over.

“You better lick this stuff off him before anyone sees,” she said.

Jones saw that the mix of cum and vomit she had puked up was on the man’s groin. Reluctantly she used her tongue to lick it back up.

She could hear the old man’s family crying all around her as she swallowed the foul mixture. She quickly left the room, re-organising her uniform as best she could.

When she got back to the nurses station she found Davis was there.

“Oh, my God,” said Jones. “I am in pain everywhere. I thought you said Intensive care was easy!”

“Don’t worry,” said Jones. “Most of the time it is. They don’t get worse than that thank God. Everyone knows what happened. The bosses will go easy on you for a while now. They don’t give you tough one’s like that more than once a month.”

Jones sank into a chair. Davis gave her a make up kit so she could straighten herself up.

“Can I go back to bed then?” she asked. “I am in so much pain.”

“No,” said Davis. “But you can just do some ordinary nursing for a while. We’ll handle the cocks for now.”

A light lit up on the nurses station.

“Anal forced,” it read.

“Bed two,” said Davis. “Who is he kidding. He is so far gone he could barely get it up. This will be a piece of cake.”

She hitched up her skirt and made her way to bed 2.

For the next few hours Jones felt like not only a human being but a real nurse. The pain continued but she did normal nursing duties. Most of the men were too sick or broken to do anything and it was a simple matter of adjusting drips, giving medication and changing bandages.

At lunch she went back to the dining hall. There were other nurses there and a couple of doctors at a table in the corner. Jones could see a nurse under the table blowing one of the doctors.

The doctor who wasn’t being blown looked over to her and smiled. She smiled back and he waved her over.

“You must be Jones,” he said. “You forgot this.”

He handed Jones a pager.

“Forgot it,” said Jones. “I never had it. This isn’t mine.”

“Christ did Forbes not give you this,” he said. “He’s getting forgetful in his old age. This is your pager. I found it at the ward 2 nurses station. You need this to get messages from the doctors. I think you’ll find a few messages on it already.”

Jones looked at the pager. It said she had ten messages waiting to be read. She pressed a button which said “Read message.”

“Message 1,” it read. “Oral nice Dr Melville. Ward 2.”

She pressed it again.

“Message 2. Oral forced Dr Clarke. Ward 4.”

All ten messages were commands for sex. Five of them from Dr Melville for Oral nice.

“Do you know Dr Melville?” she asked.

“Know him,” he said. “I am him! Been trying to reach you all morning. Better look after the pager from now on.”

Jones hesitated. She guessed the commands were still current. For her this was the final moment of truth. After being raped so brutally this morning could she go on with this. What if she just walked away.

“We were all impressed with the way you handled the old man,” said Dr Melville. “In some ways you were lucky. Turns out the stories were true. He’s left ten million to the last girl to swallow his cum. That was you. Hope you can make it the three years to claim the money.”

“Ten million,” thought Jones. “In less than twenty four hours.”

“No wonder his old woman gave you such a caning,” said Dr Melville.

Jones knew her mind was made up now. Surely it couldn’t get any worse than this morning and if she survived that she could survive anything. That money was hers and she was damned if she was going to back out now and let that old bitch get it.

She looked at Dr. Melville.

“Sorry for missing your messages,” she said. She licked her lips seductively and bent over the table so he could he could see down her dress. She climbed onto the table and took her breasts out of her uniform. She let them dangle in front of his face.

“You know,” she said. “I’ve been so missing the feel of a real man’s cock in my mouth. That old man just got me going, I need a real cock on my tongue.”

Jones moaned as Dr Melville cupped her breasts and sucked her still sensitive nipples.

“Oh,” she cried. “I can’t wait to feel your hard cock in my throat. I want you to fill my throat with your cum.”

She took Dr Melville by the tie and led him away from the table. She dropped to her knees by the side of the table. Nurses turned to watch as she pulled his zip down and freed his cock from his pants.

Jones licked the head of the cock and teased him by opening her mouth and blowing softly around it. She raised the cock and licked the shaft from it’s base to the head then enveloped his cock with her mouth. She began to hum as she took the cock down into her throat.

Her mind was clear now. There was no more doubt. She knew what she had to do. Her mouth, her pussy, her arse they were like keys to the bank.

She made eye contact with Dr Melville and held his cock in the depths of her throat.

She pulled it back out and said “Oh, give me that cock. I want to feel it in my throat. I want your cum. I want to feel it sliding down my throat.”

She took the cock back in her mouth and Dr Melville began to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. The other doctor being blown under the table had eyes only for Jones and her mouth and tits that bounced with each thrust.

The doctor at the table held his nurses head down and groaned as his cum erupted in her mouth but his eyes never left Jones.

Dr Melville grew more agressive as he became more turned on. He gripped her hair and facefucked her harder and harder.

“Take it bitch,” he said. “Take it hard for making me wait. That’ll teach you bitch. You kneel on my command!”

Nurse Jones blinked up at him as her throat stretched around his cock. The sight of her blinking eyes, swaying breasts and mouth full of his cock was soon too much for him. He pulled his cock out and blasted the first wave of cum over face then pushed it back into her open mouth and made her swallow the next load. It spurt four times then slowly went limp as Jones swallowed the load then wiped the rest from her face with her fingers.

Licking the cum from her fingers Nurse Jones stood. Her beeper went off.

“Message 11,” it read. “Oral forced Mr Forbes.”

“The boss,” thought Jones. “And I look a mess!”

- To be continued… -

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