12 comments/ 117834 views/ 17 favorites Nursie Ch. 02 By: Susan2002 Well, dear readers, so many of you emailed me and encouraged me to, how should I put it, 'develop' my relationship with Simon, that I decided to do just that. Mind you, it didn't take much persuading. I was constantly day-dreaming about his impossibly large cock and the fact that I had actually had it inside me (well, part of it). The orgasm I had experienced crouched over him on his hospital bed had been the most intense of my young life. I had been stretched so wide and crammed so full that after my duty had finished and I got home, I stripped off, got a mirror, lay on my bed and inspected myself. My vaginal area was still tremendously engorged, but I am thankful to report that no damage seemed to have been done! I was still so turned on that I could not resist stroking my clit. Usually it takes me quite a time to make myself come but as I surveyed my bruised and ravaged pussy and cast my mind over the amazing events that had occurred I found myself coming almost immediately! The next few days passed by and I behaved myself. I stopped and chatted with Simon quite often and found that he had a lot more to him than just an enormous cock. He was quite charming and his sense of humour made my chats with him most enjoyable. I had to help him feed himself and I had to wash him and look after all his needs. This brought us very close - when you have wiped a man's bottom for him you do feel that you know him quite well! I must confess though that the part I enjoyed most was when Simon had to take a pee. Holding his heavy penis while he pissed noisily into the bottle was desperately exciting. I had never been into watersports before but this was so different. His cock always swelled when I touched it and when he peed I could feel the liquid rushing through his shaft - it was like holding a firehose! After Simon had been in the ward for about a week the doctors said that it was OK for him to get out of bed and walk about. The exercise would do him good. He still could not use his arms but I could sit him at a table to feed him which was much more convenient and it also boosted his self-respect. He hated being so helpless and tried to do as much for himself as he could. One afternoon Simon asked me if I could help him get to the toilet because he needed to pee and wanted to try using the toilet properly. I got him into a toilet cubicle and tried to help him sit down but he laughed at me. 'I don't sit down to pee!' he chided me, "that's for girls." I lifted the seat and he stood in front of the toilet while I opened the front of his pyjama bottoms. I stood slightly behind him and held his penis, aiming it for him as best as I could. He didn't pee immediately and I felt him swelling and stiffening in my hand. Just as I began to suspect that the wicked boy had other things on his mind he peed in a huge stream that completely missed the bowl. I quickly readjusted my aim and watched as he poured a vast flood into the water. The noise was spectacular! I found myself breathing heavily and I could feel that my panties were beginning to get soaked! Simon peed happily and when he had finished I gave his penis a few squeezes and pulls and shakes to get the last drops out. This was a mistake! When I pulled on him his penis immediately started to swell. He went from semi-erect to almost full erection in seconds. I found myself standing by his side, holding onto the end of a huge erection. I didn't know what to do or say. "Ooops!" said Simon. It was very obvious that I could not escort him back to the ward like that. Picture a patient with both arms in plaster casts being led by a nurse. The patient has nearly 12 inches of rampant cock sticking out of his pyjamas. No, something had to be done, now didn't it? I began to massage him, gripping my hand tight on his shaft, pulling and working on the thick pole. Simon sighed and closed his eyes, "Oooh, that feels good!" It felt good for me too. The first time I had administered to him he had come very quickly, but he was not so impatient now. I worked on him for several minutes before he spoke. "Sue, can I ask a favour?" (We were on first name terms by now). I nodded and he rather hesitantly asked, "Can I see your breasts? It would, ah.. help me." This seemed like a perfectly reasonable request, after all I was standing there tugging on the guy's prick! I let go of him and unbuttoned the front of my uniform. I was wearing a delicate lacy bra. "Do you want me to take my bra off?" I whispered. He nodded rapidly. I slipped my arms out of my uniform and undid my bra, hanging it on a hook on the door. The uniform hung inelegantly around my hips so I decided to take it completely off and it joined my bra on the hook. I checked the lock on the door and turned to stand in front of Simon, wearing only my panties. "My God!" he said, "You're so beautiful." I told you he could be charming. I decide to change tactics. Standing by his side and masturbating him did not give him the opportunity to see my breasts so I sat on the toilet seat, took hold of his still rigid penis and pulled him gently towards me. I could now use both hands on him and afforded him what must have been a truly splendid sight for a horny young man, if I say so myself. He certainly enjoyed it because he groaned and his cock hardened even more, the glans swelling up to prodigious proportions. The view I had was fantastic, the tip of his cock was inches from my breasts which bobbed up and down as I pulled on him. The clear juice oozing from him dripped copiously, wetting my breasts and running down to my stomach. Simon edged closer to me, his arms by his sides. I could sense that he ached to reach out and fondle my breasts. There was no way I could see how to position his hands to touch my breasts so I decide on the next best thing, I leaned towards him and brushed my left nipple against the tip of his cock. My nipple hardened instantly as the smear of his juice touched it. Simon gasped and I saw his knees trembling. I touched my right nipple to him and then trailed his swollen glans from nipple to nipple, sliding smoothly between my breasts. It was delicious and I felt wonderful throbbing sensations in my pussy. If only I had had a third hand to touch myself I would have come instantly. The sight and smell of his huge organ so close to my face began to intoxicate me. I could not stop myself and quickly lifted his cock up and kissed the very tip. The feel of that huge, rubbery helmet against my lips was overwhelming and I panted like an animal in heat, opened my mouth wide and descended over his glans. Simon moaned and groaned like a man possessed as I sucked on his glans while both my hands pumped vigorously on his shaft. I could get only the tip in my mouth, it was quite impossible to reach the broad, flaring ridge with my lips. Try and put a tennis ball in your mouth, girls, if you want to see what I mean! Simon was trying hard to stifle his groans but there was still enough noise coming out of our cubicle to be alarming. I prayed that no one would hear us and jerked and sucked harder. Simon's knees shook even more. "Sue, Sue, its coming!" I felt his glans swell to rock hardness and had a moment of panic, what if it swelled even more and got lodged in my mouth, or dislocated my jaw? I slipped my mouth from him just as he ejaculated - semen spurted thickly into my open mouth and I quickly pulled his cock downwards, aiming him between my breasts. Spurt after creamy spurt splashed my breasts, I bent my head and let the semen run out of my mouth to join the gallons of it that was coating me like icing on a cake. Simon was astounding, there must have been ten full spurts or more before his orgasm eased off. I slowly milked the last from him, and both of us surveyed the scene. He had covered me from my neck to my crotch and rivulets of come were sliding down my body. I could hear heavy drops plopping into the bowl. Thank goodness I had taken my uniform off! Simon staggered back to lean against the door. His cock slowly softened, till it hung between his legs. The glans almost reached to his knees! I was so turned on I desperately wanted to whip my soaking knickers off and plunge my hand into my yearning pussy but I came to my senses - I had to cleanup! It took almost a whole roll of toilet paper to dry myself, sperm was everywhere. My knickers were too soaked to keep wearing them and had to be flushed. I put my bra back on and slipped on my uniform. I pulled Simon's pyjama bottoms back up and after a few minutes we were reasonably presentable. I opened the toilet door, half expecting to see a crowd of people waiting to see who would emerge after all that commotion that was going on but thankfully there was no one there. Simon appeared to be in shock, he never spoke a word as I led him back to his bed..... Nursie Ch. 03 I spent what remained of my duty in a more or less constant state of arousal. I had given Simon a spectacular orgasm and I had enjoyed the intensely erotic experience of him coming all over me. But I was desperate to have an orgasm myself - I tried to keep busy to take my mind off it but as I walked around the ward with no knickers on every squishy step was a reminder of what we had done. Late in the evening I finished my duty and went home, opened a bottle of wine, and masturbated furiously! I came three times in quick succession but somehow still didn't feel satisfied. I could not get images of Simon's penis out of my mind, the huge size and thickness, the feel of its massive weight in my hands, the gushing streams of pee and semen that spurted so copiously from it. I ached to feel him inside me once more and spent a restless night debating with myself as to whether I should be sensible and leave him alone or give in to my temptation. I eventually fell asleep with no decision having been made. The next day I had to work another late shift. Nothing particularly eventful happened and the evening began to drag on interminably. There were two of us on duty and I spent some time chatting to my colleague Nicky, but all the time I was picturing Simon lying in his bed with an enormous erection under the bedclothes. Just after midnight a buzzer sounded and the flashing light indicated that Simon was calling for assistance. "I'll go," I said, hoping that I didn't sound too enthusiastic, "he probably needs the toilet". Nicky smiled at me and I detected a knowing look dart briefly across her face. As I went to Simon's bed I wondered whether I was not the only randy young nurse to be infatuated with him. Perhaps we were all giving him hand-jobs! Simon did indeed need the toilet and I accompanied him to the toilet, undid his pyjamas and got myself very turned on holding his penis while he pissed an enormous stream into the bowl. I was careful not to squeeze him or stimulate him this time but after he finished peeing his cock started a slow surging rise. I made an attempt to get his pyjamas done up over it but it was hopeless, it looked as if he had a tent pole in there. I think Simon had ideas of a repeat performance from me but there was no way I was going to get myself that turned on again without getting any satisfaction for myself. A foolish plan that I had considered the night before, and dismissed, now suddenly seemed more feasible. On the way back to the ward we would have to pass the room that the clean bed linen was stored in. This room was lockable to prevent theft, which is always rife in a hospital, and I had a key! It was late at night and provided there were no emergencies it should be possible to pop in there for a few minutes without anyone noticing. Simon was definitely hoping for something and tried to kiss me while we were still in the toilet cubicle. I told him to be patient and led him down the corridor, his cock leading the way like some obscene divining rod! The coast was clear and I opened the linen room door, pushed Simon in, and locked the door behind us. I knew we had to be quick so I quickly undid his pyjama bottoms and they dropped to the floor. I undid the buttons of my uniform and stepped out of it. Simon watched spellbound as I whipped my knickers off. His erection had diminished quite a bit but I knew what I could do to bring it back! I dropped to my knees in front of him, lifted his pendulous cock up with both hands and placed my mouth firmly over the end of his huge glans. I sucked hard and pumped him vigorously and sure enough, he swelled rapidly into a state of magnificent erection. I left him briefly and moved some of the piles of sheets that were on a low table. I hopped onto the table. "Simon, come here! Quick!" I sat on the edge of the table and pulled Simon towards me so that he stood between my spread legs. The table was the perfect height; his cock was level with my crotch. I grabbed hold of him, tilted my pelvis and rubbed the massive head quickly up and down against my pussy. I was already soaking and within seconds his glans was liberally coated with my juices. I held my pussy lips apart with one hand and positioned him. He didn't need any urging and thrust against me, the broad head nuzzling against my vagina. He pushed again but made no headway. It seemed impossible that he could get that enormous thing into me but I knew it could be done. I wet my fingers with saliva and spread it over his glans. I held him in position and he pushed and pushed and suddenly the tip went in. I stifled a moan and lay back, lifting my legs high and wide. "Yes, Simon, that's it, yes, yes!" I reached down beneath my bottom and pulled myself open as much as I could while Simon thrust his hips, entering me a few millimetres more with each thrust. God, it was wonderful! I looked down, feeling weak with lust as I watched his enormous cock slowly entering my tiny body. It looked as if he should be doing me permanent damage but I felt no pain, only an indescribably intense thrill as I was stretched impossibly wide. Simon paused. "Sue, will you take your bra off?" I had been so eager that I hadn't thought about taking it off. I quickly removed it and Simon groaned as he saw me before him, totally naked. He resumed his steady thrusting and I leaned back on my elbows, my breasts jumping up and down as he pushed. Simon's eyes were glued to my breasts and when I raised my hands and tweaked my nipples into hard points he groaned loudly and increased his rhythm. I looked down; only half his cock was inside me, I wanted more, could I take more? I tried to relax, I breathed deeply and rotated my pelvis, working him into me; willing him into me. Slowly I felt him sinking deeper, I looked down, with each thrust I saw my belly swell, I placed my hand flat on my stomach, I could actually feel him moving inside me! I felt a twinge of pain, I looked down again, there were only two inches of cock still to go! I was covered in sweat and so close to orgasm - I touched my clit and felt the ecstasy surge. I lay back and frantically rubbed my clit, Simon responded with a series of long, slow thrusts that pulled and pushed at my crammed pussy so deliciously. I grabbed a pillowcase nearby with my free hand and stuffed it into my mouth as I started to come. I felt my pussy trying desperately to tighten on his cock but I was so stretched it was impossible. I whimpered and squealed and gurgled and came and came over and over until I thought I would pass out with the intensity of it. Tears streamed from my eyes, and I sobbed into the pillowcase - how was it possible to come so hard, and so quickly? Gradually I came down from my peak. Simon was grinning at me; he obviously loved being able to reduce a poor girl to such a quivering wreck. His hips were still going in a steady rhythm and I marvelled at his staying power. I had never known any man keep going as long as him - was it because his cock was so big he had difficulty coming? I had lost track of time but I knew we had to hurry. I remembered what I had done to make him come on that first occasion and that was to talk dirty! I decided to try it again. I cupped my breasts in my hands. "Oh, Simon, that's fantastic, oh yes, do it like that. Oh, your cock is wonderful, its so big! Fuck me, Simon, fuck me harder, make me come again!" His grin faded instantly and his hips jerked faster. For a moment I saw how comical we must have looked as he stood with his arms immobilised in casts, his pyjamas at his feet and his hips going like a steam hammer. "Oh, Simon, yes, fuck me with your big cock, I love it, I love it!" He started to groan and I noticed that I was taking almost all of him inside me; for the first time I could feel his balls slapping against my bottom. I had intended to make him come but I found myself soaring into another exquisite orgasm. "Simon, Simon, I'm coming - oh yes!" I flopped back on the table as I came and I heard him gasping, "Sue, Oh God, me too!" My legs were lifted high with my feet on his shoulders and I reached for his hips and pulled him against me, he jerked spasmodically and ejaculated so deep inside me - I cried out with delight as I felt his cock throbbing as it spewed. His hips pressed hard against me; I had every inch of him inside my ecstatic cunt! We panted and moaned as our orgasms subsided. I wanted to keep him in me forever, just lie there and be fucked over and over again, but eventually a small voice of reason made itself heard. I motioned for Simon to withdraw and watched as he slowly pulled inch after inch of glistening wet cock out of me. I couldn't believe that I had been able to accommodate him completely, his cock seemed never ending. Then the head popped out and a flood of semen poured out of me, splattering noisily onto the linoleum. I used the pillowcase to wipe us dry and did my best to clean up the mess on the floor. I checked my watch; we had been in there for twenty minutes. How would I explain to Nicky if she asked why I had been gone so long? I dressed, my hands were shaking and I had to make several attempts to do my buttons up. Simon stood watching me, still breathing heavily. I tidied him up and I kissed him, "Simon, you were wonderful!" I cautiously unlocked the door, and looked out into the corridor. The coast was clear. What I would have done if someone had been there I do not know. I led Simon back to the ward. Nicky looked up from the book she was reading as we passed by. She smiled at me and I thought she gave me a little wink! I felt myself blushing - did she suspect what we had been doing? Nursie Ch. 04 I took Simon back to his bed and went back to the night-desk where Nicky was sitting with her book. She looked up at me and gave me that knowing smile again. "Everything alright?" she asked. "Oh, yes, no problems," I replied, hoping that I sounded convincing. "You were gone a long time," said Nicky, "I was going to come looking for you. To see if you needed any help." The way she was grinning at me convinced me that she knew that I had been up to something with Simon. I felt myself blushing. Nicky continued, "Simon's really quite impressive, isn't he?" I still tried to bluff it out. "What do you mean?" Nicky closed her book with a snap. "Oh come on, Sue, don't pretend with me, I've seen how you are with Simon, You can't leave him alone!" I realised that denying it was futile and sat down on a chair next to Nicky. "Oh, God," I groaned, "has it been that obvious?" "I've been watching you for a while, Sue. You always jump up when he needs something. And you spend more time with him than you do with the other patients. It doesn't take a genius to work out that you fancy him." My mind was racing - it wasn't a crime to fancy a patient - did Nicky know that I had done a lot more than that? Nicky continued, "Mind you, from what I've seen he certainly has a lot to fancy!" I acted dumb, "What do you mean?" Nicky laughed, "Sue, we've all had to tend to him at some stage. You can't tell me that you haven't noticed his huge penis!" I knew I was blushing like a schoolgirl. I was also jealous and didn't like the fact that the other nurses might also have taken a shine to Simon. I realised at that moment that it wasn't only his cock that I was infatuated with, I was actually falling for him! I was irritated by Nicky's comments and snapped at her, "So what! He's actually very nice you know. He's a lot nicer to talk to than most of the other crabby patients we have to deal with!" I realised I was leaping to my defence too readily and shut up. Nicky smiled, "Keep calm, Sue. If you get on well with him then that's great. Just don't lose sight of the fact that he is the patient and you are the nurse. I wouldn't mix business with pleasure if I was you." So saying she got up and walked off, leaving me none the wiser as to how much she knew. Furthermore, how much did other people know? I had had several late duties in a row and so when I went home after my duty ended I had almost 24 hours rest before I was due to return to work. I spent a great deal of time going over what Nicky had said and thinking about my actions. I knew I had acted foolishly and resolved not to be so reckless ever again. I would try and keep in touch with Simon after he was discharged because I really did like him, but until then I was determined to behave myself. When I next went on duty I busied myself about the ward, acting like Florence Nightingale herself, chatted to Simon without any touching, and by lunch time began to feel that I had everything neatly in perspective. I even talked to Nicky a few times and we got on very well. She made no more references to Simon and I began to feel that she was on my side and supporting me. I was dealing with a patient who needed his dressings changed when a nurse popped her head through the screens and told me that Mr Walker wanted to see me. Mr Walker was the senior orthopaedic surgeon in the hospital who dealt with all the patients in the ward. Because I was a student nurse I had been to many of his lectures. He was very strict and quite frightening and expected us to learn about breaks and fractures almost as quickly as the medical students. His consulting room was on an upper floor and when I had finished with my patient I went up to his office. I knocked, feeling very nervous, and heard him say "Come in!" I went in and closed the door behind me. Doctor Walker was sitting at his desk writing something on a patient's notes and I stood waiting for him to finish, getting more and more nervous. He didn't look up until he had finished writing. Eventually he put his pen down and looked up at me. "Now, Miss W*, do you have any idea why I have asked to see you?" "No, Doctor." He looked annoyed. "I am a surgeon - call me Mr Walker. You realise that I am responsible for the orthopaedic ward, and that includes the welfare of the patients and the professional development of the nurses and student nurses?" "Yes, Doctor... Mr Walker." "There appear to be a few concerns on the ward, Miss W*, and I have heard that you may be getting too, how should I put this, attached to one of the patients." I was now terrified; I could see my nursing career flying out of the window! "I don't know what you mean, Mr Walker." "The patient is Simon J***, and there have been allegations that you have allowed yourself to get involved with him to a point that brings into question your suitability for nursing." There was a rushing sound in my ears and the room started to spin. I felt as if I was going to faint. Mr Walker saw my distress, "Perhaps you had better sit down," he said and motioned me to a chair. "It would appear from your reaction, Miss W*, that there is an element of truth in this allegation." I knew I couldn't bluff it out and my eyes filled with tears. I nodded in silent confession. Mr Walker then questioned me with immense cunning - he phrased his questions so cleverly that even though I tried to make it seem that I was merely infatuated with Simon I could not prevent him from extracting more and more information until it was obvious that I had indeed had sex with Simon. The exact nature of what we had done was never referred to but Mr Walker constantly referred to 'improper conduct'. "I have a difficult decision to make, Miss W*," he said, getting up from his chair and pacing up and down behind me. "If improper conduct is suspected of a student nurse, then it is my duty to report this and a thorough investigation will ensue. You will of course be suspended until the outcome of the investigation is known. From what you have told me so far, it would appear that you would be very unlikely to get through this process unscathed." "No, Mr Walker." "My decision is difficult, Miss W*, because I hold the future of your career in my hands. At the moment I am the only person in authority who knows about this. If I choose, then the matter will go no further. If I report it then it is very likely that your nursing career will be over. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mr Walker." "I have looked at your record, Miss W*, and until this incident your record has been perfect. I am naturally reluctant to let such a promising career end without exploring every possible avenue." At this stage I was sobbing into my hands, a quite pathetic sight. Suddenly I felt Mr Walker's hands on my shoulders, his voice had been stern throughout but the touch of his hands was gentle and reassuring. "There is a possibility that I could be convinced that ending your career was not the best option." Now his voice seemed softer and I stopped crying. "What do you mean, Mr Walker?" "I hope that you can see that I don't want to jeopardise your career. It is the last thing that I want. But if I don't pursue the matter my conscience would trouble me. I would need something from you to convince me that it was the right thing to do." Now, dear readers, I know I am not very smart. Right up till then I had not had the faintest idea what his spoken words were referring to. But his hands were now gently massaging my shoulders and I felt his index fingers softly stroking against my neck. "Do you think we can come to an, err.. agreement, Miss W*?" I had a quick decision to make - if I rejected him then he would certainly end my career out of spite. I would never be able to prove that he had blackmailed me. If I complied with his request there was no guarantee that he would not continue to seek 'agreements' for the rest of the time I was at the hospital. I desperately wanted to continue nursing and turned my head to face him. "Yes, Mr Walker, I think we can." His hands stopped moving. "You're a clever girl, I am sure you have made the right decision." He pulled an expensive monogrammed handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to me. "Dry your eyes." He turned and walked towards the door of his office. For a split second I thought I had misunderstood him and that he was leaving but he locked the door and came back to where I was blowing my nose and wiping the tears from my face. He lifted me to my feet and held me at arms length for a moment. "You're a very pretty girl, Susan." He pulled me towards him and kissed my cheek and then put his mouth on mine. I kissed him hesitantly, it was strange, I felt no passion or desire for him and kissing felt so peculiar without those emotions. His arms encircled me and he pulled me tighter against his body, flattening my breasts against his chest. His hand stroked down my back and fondled my bottom. I could feel his erection pressing into my stomach and as it grew harder he ground himself against me, his tongue slipped into my mouth and I despised myself as I felt my body responding to him, I felt the moisture start to seep between my legs. He sensed my response to him and as we kissed his hand slipped between us and he fumbled to undo his zip. He took my hand in his and placed it on his erect penis and held it there. I could not resist wrapping my fingers around it, testing its size. As soon as he felt me holding him he let go of my hand and I squeezed him and moved my hand up and down his shaft. He was nothing like my beloved Simon but was still quite large - I estimated about seven inches. From the sounds he was making I could tell that my hand exploring him was turning him on, he stopped kissing me and started to undo the buttons of my uniform. He uncovered my breasts and fondled them, pulled each of my bra cups down, and pinched and pulled at my nipples. I held his glans in my fist and squeezed it rhythmically, feeling the liquid seep into my hand. Mr Walker groaned and his hands went to my shoulders, he pressed downwards and slowly pushed me to my knees. I knew what he wanted but my earlier timidity had evaporated - I was in charge now, and I would make him beg for it! I knelt on the carpet before him and pulled on his cock, the tip was inches from my face and I could smell his strong male scent. What I could see of his cock sticking out of his fly was actually rather beautiful, the shaft was surprisingly smooth and sleek without the usual bulging veins and it had a sensuously graceful upward curve. The glans was dark red and satin smooth and so fiercely swollen that the slit gaped open, dripping with juice. I was amazed at how turned on I had become, my clit was tingling with anticipation and my knickers were drenched! Mr Walker groaned and thrust himself towards my face but I moved back from him, coyly turning my face to the side. I allowed his glans to brush lightly against my cheek. He was desperate, "Susan, please, kiss it!" I turned towards him and gave the tip of his cock a shy little peck and pulled quickly away. He gasped, and thrust towards me. I jerked my hand rapidly on his cock, looking up at his face. "Oh, God," he groaned, "please, suck it!" I opened my mouth, and slowly licked my lips. His glans was scarcely an inch from my open mouth. I breathed warm air over him and he whimpered, "Please, please, take it in your mouth!" I figured that this was time to seal our 'agreement'. "You will promise to put an end to this nonsense about Simon and me, won't you, Mr Walker?" "Yes, yes, I promise!" "Cross your heart and hope to die?" "Yes, yes! Oh God, I promise! Please, quick!" I opened my mouth and engulfed his pulsing glans, he groaned in ecstasy as I held his hips and bobbed my head rapidly up and down on his rampant cock. "Oh yes, Oh God, I'm coming!" I sucked him harder, feeling his knees starting to shake and then he exploded into my mouth, his fingers dug painfully into my shoulders as he spurted and filled my mouth with semen. I kept my mouth on him for a few seconds longer and then pulled quickly away and got to my feet. Mr Walker fell back against his desk, gasping for breath, his cock still jerking convulsively with squirts of semen flying in all directions. He grabbed his cock and tugged frantically on it to finish himself off as I darted towards to the door and unlocked it. "Susan, wait…" I opened the door and turned to face him, relishing the spectacle of the senior orthopaedic surgeon jerking himself off all over his carpet! I took his handkerchief from where I had placed it in my pocket, unfolded it, and spat the mouthful of semen into it. I dipped a finger into the pool of semen and wiped it quickly on my bra, folded the soggy handkerchief up, and popped it back in my pocket. I had learned a lot from Monica Lewinski! "I think I had better keep this, don't you, Mr Walker? Did your wife give it to you?" I finished doing up the buttons of my uniform as Mr Walker fumbled to get his dripping cock back into his trousers. I opened the door and stepped outside. People were passing by in the corridor and he quickly turned away to zip himself up. "Thank you, Mr Walker," I called out and closed the door behind me. I made my way back to the ward with a spring in my step and a grin on my face. I don't think I will be having any more trouble from Mr Walker, do you?