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Kink with Coffee: The 2nd Cup

By: Neonurotic



 Copyright Neonurotic, July 2014

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary— the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Author's Note: There are four parts to this story, which will be posted in different categories: Toys, Anal, Fetish and BDSM. All four parts involve some sort of medical kink. 

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Late, halfway through my night shift, it was deathly slow in the morgue—pun intended—so with the little free time I had, I spent it chatting up the nursing staff in Same Day Surgery. All of the females knew me quite well due to me being lucky enough to bed a couple of them. I flirted heavily wanting entice a newer LPN to take a coffee break with me. Lattes would be nowhere near, nor there a barista around either. The only cream to be steamed was what I hoped to churn with my dick. 

Grinning lazily, I leaned against the administrative desk, talking to the ladies, namely, Lila. The tall, dark redhead nurse I usually laid on my most serious philandering. However, she had resisted me and knew what I was up to, cock-blocking me at every turn.

As comely as Lila was, her attitude tarnished her beauty. Simply put, she was a gold digger. One that only dated doctors and since I was a forensic morgue technician, she considered me not good enough for her. Well, I was good enough to flirt with though—when she was bored silly or felt like slumming with lowly types to get her naughty buzz-on. Other than that, she hardly wanted anything to do with me except to order me around like I was some peon with nothing better to do then her bidding. Her sexy teasing however always had me wanting her in a bad way and acting stupid to get into her pants.

After taking a sip of bottled water, I said, "Oh, ya, I need a girlfriend like I need another hole in the head." I rolled my eyes, making sure the nurses knew I was still available. "I prefer not to have one, it's easier that way."

"You're a non-committal slut, you know that, Julien?" Lila teased, looking to her nurse friends, grinning widely. "I know what you're called around here." 

The head staff nurse, Rose, an older feisty nurse in her late fifties, shot me an evil scathing look."Le Matou," she said shocking me enough that my jaw dropped open. "I heard that too, young man. I'm not exactly sure why the ladies are calling you tomcat." she raised a disapproving eyebrow, "But I'm sure it's for a smutty reason." 

Gathering a clipboard, Rose left the desk clucking her tongue in scorn, warning her personnel who didn't know Cajun French.

Three of Rose's nurses giggled while I turned a shade darker than scarlet, but quickly, I shifted back to my perverted smarmy charm mode. I wasn't going to let the head nurse ruin my fun and I hoped none of the others were so goody-goody they wouldn't fancy a quickie in an empty examination room. 

Suggestively clicking my tongue ring against the back of my teeth, I said, "No, but I can tell you why." I grinned and girls giggled more, in response to my wickedness, knowing full well why they called me The Tomcat.

All the nurses playful, teasing mood suddenly turned. Their demeanors changed into to coolness with icy stares fixed on someone behind me. "I can't stand her." One nurse hissed.

"Me either." A second nurse said, glowering.

"Oh, that one's a bitchy-bitch," grumbled Lila. "No one gets along with her except for men."

Turning to see who they were being bitchy about, I laughed. It was my naughty night nurse, hotter than ever in a pair of green scrubs that normally looked sloppy on everyone else, but managed to be sexy as hell on her. She talked with the a duty doctor of the night shift who had trouble keeping it business as he eyes wandered to her full breasts during their consult. The nurse caught sight of me and flashed a dirty smirk I hadn't seen in awhile, but never forgot it. Lila sputtered, "Julien, you know her?" 

"You could say that." I mumbled to Lila then gave my naughty nurse a mischievous look. 

The naughty nurse made me horny—I developed an instant erection from the mere sight of her. Trying to ignore the insistent bulge in my scrub pants, I hurriedly picked up patient charts and casually left the administrative desk.

"I'll be in the lounge doing paper work if anyone needs me." I called over my shoulder dismissively without giving the nurses at the desk a second glance.

In the small deserted staff lounge, I was alone where I fiddled with my charts for awhile, until I lost my erection. Once finished, I closed a folder on the coffee table and flopped back on the sofa. 

Low lights, good magazine subscriptions, chocolate chip cookies and coffee took the hard edge off the hospital. The room was relaxing, everything the staff needed to walk away from the high adrenaline rush of the goings on in the ER or Ob. For a moment at least—no dim lights, cushy sofas, or homemade snacks would keep the stress at bay forever.

The lounge TV was on mute, I picked up the remote and slightly raised the volume. The low mundane mumble of infomercials would surely knock me out for a power nap. Yawning, I stretched my long frame, closed my eyes and let myself fantasize, thinking of the naughty nurse. I hadn't seen her since our first encounter over three weeks ago in the Ob/Gyn room—with my feet up in stirrups and her fucking me crazy. In my left-handed jerk fantasies, I forgot she left without finishing me off, I grinned to myself at the lewdness of it all. 

"I bet I know what that smile's for." 

Startled, I opened my eyes and saw the nurse I was drooling over in my mind standing over me. 

"Probably," I said nonchalantly, still relaxing on the sofa.

The nurse had a nametag on this time—her first full name was Cher Parlier—kind of an European sounding name, like I imagined before I actually knew her name. Again, I closed my eyes, pretended she wasn't there, that she didn't have any effect on me. 

Cher didn't leave, but knelt down beside me and whispered seductively into my ear. "The door is locked and you look like you've got time to play," she tempted, licking my ear, one of my sweet spots. 

Grinning wider, "What makes you think I want to play with you?" 

"Oh, you think you don't want to play," she teased as she bit my nipple through my scrub top. "But I know other parts of you that are more than willing for a game." 

The bite sent shocks of pleasure into my groin. "The last I remember of you is you leaving me to my own devices. It wasn't nice."

The night nurse reached down the front of my pants and lightly massaged my already hard cock. With an involuntarily moan, I cast a heated look at her. She had some great bedroom eyes, slit and lusty blue, fringed with dark blond lashes. Seeing she had my attention, she flutter-blinked, and gave me her most naughty smile.

Grabbing her hand, I warned her, "Don't start what you can't finish this time babe." I wanted her to know she'd be the one that made me come this time and not my left hand that I was top this time, not her. 

 Ya, ya, you say that now, but she's got the upper hand with it wrapped around your dick, now doesn't she? I thought. 

"Oh, I'll be able to finish this time," she whispered, enticing me further. "I'm off duty and not going anywhere soon."

Cher boldly straddled my hips, leaned over, held my face with her hands and kissed me. Surprisingly enough, she kissed me soft and sensuous with a little bit of tongue darting into my mouth. Wow, I didn't expect that from her at all—I thought she was more on the rough sex side. Nevertheless, her kiss stayed light and exploring.

"Mmm, yummy," she smacked her lips. "I should've come looking for you a lot sooner. I forgot you tasted so good." With eagerness, she pushed my top and t-shirt up then lightly tickled my stomach. "You'll have to tell me about this nice black ink job sometime." Her finger traced the Celtic knot tattoo that I had on the side of my ribs, which made me jump from her teasing touch. "You're ticklish Julie?" she laughed while her eyes took on a playful glint. 

"Again, my name is Julien. And yes, I'm very ticklish." 

My mischievous nurse scooted down on my thighs and untied my scrub pants. She captured my cock in her smooth hand as it sprang from the scratchy confines of green cotton. Slowly, she passed her a hand down the shaft and cupped my balls where she held them half in and out of her hand.

"Damn, Julie, you have the biggest balls."

Cher ran her other hand down, up and over the head of my prick in one erotic movement then back again. She kept the slow jack going until I thrust my hips to meet her hand. It was good, casual, not hurried at all. Breathing raggedly, my heart raced while as she pulled on me a little tighter. The hand job was nice, but I wanted more than that. 

"Jeezus, fuck..." my toes curled, "This is torture, pure torture."

It was too, I wanted to curse her for making me feel good, say it out loud, but I bit my lip to keep quiet, before everyone really did find out why I'd was nicknamed Le Matou.

"Stop, you're making me crazy doing that." I said huskily. 

"That's making you crazy?" 

"Yes, for fuck's sake." Suddenly, it occurred to me to ask, "Are you fixed?"

"The pill and I'm clean, if that was what you were going to ask next."

I laughed sheepishly knowing if she had anything, I would've had it already, "I'm clean too." 

Smirking, she climbed off me and pulled down her scrub pants then licked her middle finger. Again, I saw she wore no panties and the Dead Bear on her shaved pubic mound. The dirty girl stroked her little pierced clit, madly masturbating while looking into my eyes the whole time. Horny as she was, she quickly brought herself to orgasm with a flushing face, half open mouth and a shudder passing through her body. She grinned as soon as she recovered, climbed back onto my lap with her pretty, dripping wet pussy.

"Oh, sensitive me," moaned Cher as she kissed me sweetly and rolled her hips like an ocean's wave. 

This sexy movement of hers was best suited in some other place, not where someone could walk in the door at any moment with a passkey. They could too—all the head nurses had a set of keys for their unit. The thought of discovery made me hotter and now, I could see it in her eyes—this was her true intent. She did this on purpose and got off on my paranoia.

"You like this don't you?" her hot breath touched my ear, lower to my neck, little nips at my collarbone. Still, she fucked me fully sensual and erotic. A long groan escaped me, feeling the tension build up and had me on the edge. Cher laughed, "So you do like it!" 

Kicking off my pants all the way that were tangled around my ankles, I grabbed her hips and lifted her off me. "You're having too much fun babe." 

Cher pouted, liking the position of superiority, but went on her back without a fuss, stretching one shapely leg over the back of the sofa. Clutching a handful of my shirt, she pulled me down onto her, "Are going to fuck me now, Julie?"

Grasping her other thigh and pulling her wide, I groaned out a 'yes' as I thrust into her slippery snatch in one long drive. Funny, she still seemed in control of me even though I was doing the fucking. She definitely was a dominatrix—liked control and liked to be top. Also, I could also tell she was older than I was with the small lines at the corner of her eyes, which was good because I preferred older women anyway. They knew what they wanted out of me and got it too.

Out of my grip, she wrapped her other leg around my waist and lifted her hips up, as I went down, filling her to the hilt with every fuck into her hot wet sex. We worked as one, had a nice slow motion going, but a harder rhythm than last time on the table in the OB/Gyn. Our efforts sent shock waves through my belly on every thrust in.

"Oh, goddamn, Julie, you fuck me good.." she sighed as I reached up and under her scrub top, beneath the underwire of her bra where I found a nipple ring and twisted it hard. "You are making me come, damn. Oh fuck, you bastard!" 

The naughty nurse jerked her hips harder still, grabbed my ass to pull me into her further and turned a deep crimson. I paused, stopped my thrusts into her so that I could feel her pulsating on my cock. Damn, she was so tight and strong—her pulse made my balls lift, hard as rocks. 

A knock at the door sounded. I glanced back in mid-fuck, saw shadows pass under the door. "Oh hell." I muttered.

"You're not going anywhere," said Cher breathlessly, let go of me, pushed me away and did a quick flip with her cheeky rump in the air.

"Take my temperature won't you?" she reached for a thermometer on the coffee table that I had with my files then promptly slipped it in her ass. "Mmm, reminds me of that stethoscope we used last time. I love ass fucking, don't you? Fuck my ass Julie. Do it quick."

Damn, in the time I ogled her, not once did I notice her fine, tight ass. It reminded me of a peach. I bent down, took the thermometer and toyed with her at first, diddling her and then bit her round cheek in approval and she yelped in surprise. I set the thermometer aside and stroked my cock along her juicy slit and poked a little in her ass, working it slowly. 

Just that fraction of me encased inside her strong muscled hole had me nearly coming. I know she wanted me to do her quick since we were about to be interrupted by whoever wanted to use the break room, but I just couldn't. I could physically, but mentally, no way. She was that amazing and more so when I opened her up. With one long, excruciating thrust, I nested my balls along the crack of her ass.

Cher moaned, trying to back it up and off, anally fucking me instead of the other way around.

"Stop," I croaked, "Let me come at my own pace." However, I did want to come already. Sex in this position always made me feel like this, wanting to jizz right away, so damn fast. I knew it was because I could get off hard without whoever I was fucking, seeing me. It was sly, but I liked that. Besides, I was seeing and holding my favorite part of the female body too.

I fucked her hard, feeling the muscled ring of her flesh holding me as tight as she could. She gave me steady 'fuck you's' while my hips pressed against her upturned ass cheeks, which enticed me to give her a few spanks. She began to move with me again, pulsing on my cock. Her hot insides soon matched her spanked ass, warming my stomach as I thrust. 

Suddenly, she reached between both our legs and fondled my ready-to-explode balls, tripping that trigger. 

"Heh... now that isn't quite fair." I muttered as a low animalistic groan rolled out of me. 

All that tension of our hot sex, released in four spasms—two inside of her ass, the last two on her butt cheeks as I pulled out of her. My cum like hot butter her crack. Exhausted, I fell back in a heap. Cher wasted no time, jumped up, put on her scrub pants on and tossed mine at me.

"No afterglow," she winked, "They've been paging you for the last five minutes."

"Really?" I said, "I didn't even hear." 

"Well, I guess not." Cher smiled evilly. "For good reason, you come noisy." 

I blushed as she pulled out a pen, pushed my t-shirt up and wrote seven digits across my stomach. 

"You've great abs to go with your nice cock, Julie," she said appreciatively then reached around and gave me a sharp pinch. "That's my mobile—you best call me for more play dates outside of work. Still, no strings attached of course because I already have a boyfriend."

"A boyfriend?" I asked, hoping that I sounded casual, like it was an everyday occurrence for her to make me come my brains out. I pulled on my pants because more knocking came at the door.

"Let's just say you're a friend I like to play with," she smiled coyly, "Do you want to play with me or not?" 

I didn't have to think about that, "Only a dumb ass would pass that offer up, and I'm not a dumb ass, babe." 

The night nurse gave me a quick air kiss, unlocked and opened the door where Lila was pushed past Cher to glare at me. 

"Play with you later, Le Matou." Cher giggled and gave Lila a tight smile and disappeared down the hall.

Laughing, shaking my head, I picked up my files and followed her, now happy as I wouldn't be going home tonight masturbating to visions of a girl named Lila who endlessly tortured me in my fantasies as she did in real life. 

"You're so right Lila, she's a bitchy-bitch, Cher doesn't play fair at all." I said over my shoulder, feeling Lila's ice-pick stare into my back.

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