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Addictions

By: SunrockSin



I awoke to the sound of the rain pelting the aluminum window sill, a dull thunking sound loud enough to make me wonder if it was hail. Wiping my eyes, I peeked through the blinds at the heavy rain from a tropical storm that was in the process of rolling ashore. If I had known that the storm would take a quick jog toward the north during the night and that the rains were much less severe than expected, I might not have spent the night at the hospital.

Looking over to the bed next to me, I could see my daughter was still asleep. On the tray by her bedside I noticed several small clear plastic cups, each with several pills. The nurses weren't supposed to leave the pills like this, but occasionally, when things got busy, they might leave them for my daughter. She had been in the hospital so long, she pretty well knew what each pill was, what each pill was for and what the side effects were.

I climbed out of the bed and looked over the cups. The pills had not been punched through the protective wrapper so I made a quick inventory. There was the DDAVP, something she really had to have, also some Methadone, and a few others I didn't immediately recognize. In the last cup I spotted what I was looking for, Oxycodone, pain pills available upon request. My daughter apparently had made it a habit to request these when she woke up and now the nurses simply brought them.

Looking down and confirming my daughter was still asleep, I grabbed the packet and slipped it into my pocket. I figured with the Methadone my daughter really wouldn't be in that much pain and if I could get her distracted she wouldn't remember to ask for the Oxycodone. She could always get a dose in another four hours if she really needed it.

With the pills safely tucked in my pocket, I began noisily unwrapping the other medications and dropping them in the cups. When she didn't wake up, I reached over and stroked her head, "Pumkin, wake up. Your medicine is here."

It took a few minutes but I was finally able to rouse her enough to take the pills. I told her what each up contained as I handed it to her and, to my delight, she didn't look in the cup to confirm what I told her. When the last cup came up, I simply added Oxycodone to the list of pills she was swallowing.

The room was quite dark because of the heavily overcast skies so my daughter turned her head to the side and slipped back to sleep. I quietly sat on my bed for a few minutes until she was breathing heavily. Getting up from the bed, I tiptoed to the door and quietly opened it. Glancing back, I made sure my daughter was still asleep and then slipped out into the hallway, easing the door closed behind me.

Looking down the long, white hallway, I spotted several wheelchairs, a food cart and one nurse pushing a portable machine for taking the patient's vitals. Although she was a young and very attractive black woman, she was not the person I was looking for, so I nodded and whispered, "Good morning."

"How are you this morning?" she asked.

"As good as can be expected considering the storm," I replied.

"Yeah, that rain gets so noisy against the windows. How's your daughter today."

"Sleeping right though the storm in spite of the banging of the windows."

"It's the pills, some of them can really knock you out. Let me know if you need anything," she replied, opening a door to a patient's room.

"Thanks," I whispered, heading down the hall toward the waiting room. It was really more of an elevator lobby with three uncomfortable hunter green chairs, two fake plants and a small table with a few magazines. There wasn't even a TV.

Of course I didn't go to the waiting room to watch TV or even read a magazine. I went to the waiting room to wait, to wait while I spied down the two long hallways. Glancing at my watch, I wondered if I was too early, certainly with the storm most people would be sleeping in, but, just like clockwork I noticed a patient slowly walking up the long hall.

Over the weeks in the hospital her appearance had changed considerably. The first few times I saw her, she was a mess with unkempt hair, a stained hospital gown and dragging an IV pump as she limped along. Now she wore some attractive pajamas with a robe, her hair was combed and looked freshly washed, and she walked without a limp.

She had a pretty face and although she didn't wear any makeup here in the hospital, I found her very attractive. Her skin had that alluring olive tone that many oriental women have and though I couldn't decide if she was Japanese or Chinese, I found her exotically alluring. Her jet black hair was short, but her bangs hung down her forehead and she had a way of peeking through the hair that seemed elusive, but very sexy.

As she approached me she paused, shrugging her shoulders. I nodded to her and watched as she slowly turned and began walking away from me. Quickly leaping up, I hurried to catch up, all the while watching how her hips moved. Even covered by the robe, she had a way of moving that was so sensuous.

When I caught up to her, I slowed down to her pace, following several steps behind her. She walked to a door, glanced up and then down the hall, entered a code in the lock and quickly opened it. I followed her into the room.

"Okay, what do you have today?"

"Oxycodone."

"Again, can't you get anything else? What I really need is Dilaudid."

"That's all I can get right now."

"Look, Oxycodone barely gives me a tingle. I can give you a hand job, nothing else until you can get me something better."

"But I have ten milligrams."

"Ten?"

I nodded.

"Okay, I'll give you a blow job, but next time it's only a hand job, understand?"

"Yes," I replied as I reached into my pocket and handed her the packet of two pills. "I can't get you Dilaudid, but what about Fentanyl?"

"The patch or IV?"

"IV."

"The patch is no good, kid stuff, but IV is different. You get me IV Fentanyl and well, let's just say you will be very happy," she replied, opening the packet and tossing the pills into her mouth.

"You need water?"

"Nope, my mouth is plenty wet," she said, unfastening my belt.

She then pushed me back against the wall with a strength that surprised me. Unfastening my pants, she pulled them down to my knees and then knelt in front of me. Looking up at my face she whispered, "Ah, yes I can feel it now." My cock then disappeared between her lips.

Besides the exquisite suction I felt on my cock, her fingers moved to my balls and gently manipulated them. Pushing my hips forward, I watched her as she moved her mouth up and down on my glistening cock. I could feel the sensation running up the length of me when she suddenly pulled her mouth from my cock and tucked her head up between my legs.

One by one she sucked my balls into her mouth, running her tongue round and round over my sac while her hands began stroking my shaft. Feeling the pleasure building inside me, I began to move my hips back and forth, matching the rhythm of her hands. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back against the wall, giving myself completely to this woman's expertise.

Suddenly by balls felt cold as her mouth moved back over the head of my cock. She quickened the pace of her stroking while sucking harder and faster. I rocked my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth, listening to the slurping as it seemed to echo through the room. Feeling I could hold out no longer, I arched my back and moaned loudly as the pleasure shot through me. Peeking down, I watched as my cock pumped her mouth full of my cum in spurt after spurt. She turned her head and swallowed several times before easing her lips off of me.

Glancing up at me she smiled as a bit of white fluid trickled from her lips. She caught it with her hand and lapped it up with her tongue. Swallowing again she said, "We don't want to leave any of this behind."

Smiling, I pulled up my underwear and pants, carefully zipped up my zipper and fastened my belt. I watched as she stood up, still licking a bit of my cum from her fingertips. "So if I can get the Fentanyl?"

"Ah, Fentanyl," she moaned, reaching up and unbuttoning her pajama top. She pulled it open exposing a single, beautiful, but small breast. Though small, it was firm, with a dark areola and an enticing hard nipple.

I reached my hand and placed the palm over her breast letting the nipple peek out between my fingers. Gently squeezing the breast I asked, "And the other one?"

She opened her pajamas wider, but instead of another small, but perky breast, I saw her skin stretched flat with a scar running diagonally over where her breast had been. I slipped my hand off her breast and gently moved it over, letting my fingers follow the slightly jagged line of the scar. After a few moments she backed away from me and closed her pajamas. 

Reaching for the door she said, "Get the Fentanyl and we'll have some fun." She peeked out and then slipped into the hallway.

I followed her out of the door but turned and headed up the hall in the opposite direction. When I reached the waiting area, I glanced back down the hall and watched as she walked to the nurse's station and began talking to one of the nurses. I headed back to my daughter's room, quietly opening the door and slipping inside.

"My leg hurts, can we get the nurse to bring my pain medicine?"

"You just got some about two hours ago," I lied.

"But it hurts. Can I get some Fentanyl?"

"You know the Oxycodone is normal pain, you can get them every four hours. The Fentanyl is only for physical therapy and today is Saturday, meaning no physical therapy."

"But my chart says I can have Fentanyl every four hours."

"No, you can only have it before they move you for physical therapy."

"I know what my chart says," she replied.

"Well the chart is wrong. Just relax and we can wait for the Oxycodone, it's only two hours."

"But it hurts.' She began crying.

"Come on, hold my hand and take deep breaths. Just relax and the pain will fade," I said, holding her hand. "Come on breathe deep with me."

After several minutes she calmed down and seemed to relax. Although he leg still hurt, it appeared to be bearable. At least she wasn't crying or screaming in agony.

"We need to be careful with these pain killers. We don't want you to get addicted, I mean if that happens there can be all kinds of problems," I said, thinking of what I'd just done in the storage room.

I held my daughter's hand until she drifted off to sleep, all the while trying to figure out how I could get my hands on her Fentanyl. I just had to find out what that woman would do with me. It was amazing how far an addict would go for just another fix.

Addictions Ch. 02



I knew what it would take, I knew that I needed to get my hands on the Fentanyl injection my daughter needed for pain. Unfortunately, in the two days that followed my meeting with the woman in the hospital storage room, I simply couldn't get the drug. While the nurses were often willing to leave the pain pills in tiny cups for my daughter to take, they continually refused to leave the syringe. I was able to fool my daughter during that time so I had two pain pills, but that would only get me a blow job and I wanted more.

I let my mind wander a bit as I tried to ignore my daughter as she whined in pain and noticed something under her bed. I got up from my chair and then got down on my hands and knees and grabbed what looked to be a bit of folded cardboard. Looking closer I immediately realized I had hit the jackpot. There on the floor was a small packet that contained two, tiny white pills. Turning the packet over I read that the pills were Methadone, 2 milligrams each.

Apparently one of the nurses had dropped the pills and then hadn't located them, simply just leaving them on the floor. I slipped the packet into my pocket and then told my daughter I was going to stop by the cafeteria for lunch. She mumbled something about her pain pills but I reminded her she needed to wait for a few hours before she could have any more pain medication. I then slipped out of her room and walked to the waiting area.

Sitting down on one of the hunter green chairs, I waited, gazing down the long white hallways. It took longer than I expected but after about thirty minutes I noticed a woman walking slowly up the hallway. Wrapped in the same robe she wore two days earlier, I let her walk about halfway up the hall before I stood up. The woman stopped as soon as I stood and waited for a signal.

I nodded my head and then walked quickly towards her as she turned and headed slowly down the hall. Quickening my pace, I caught up with her just as she entered the code into the door lock. As she turned the knob, I grabbed the door and pulled it open, following her inside.

Once inside the room she asked, "You get the fentanyl?"

"No, just some pills," I replied.

"Okay, just a blow job then."

"Well, I got the Oxycodone, but I also have this," I said, showing her the methadone.

"Methadone, four milligrams? Hmmm... okay, that's pretty good," she held out her hand.

I gave her the pills and waited patiently as she quickly swallowed both Methodone pills as well as the two Oxycodone. She took a deep breath and looked back at me. I waited as over the next few minutes her smile broadened. After a few more minutes she reached up, pulled off her robe and then unbuttoned her pajama top, exposing her left breast.

Without speaking, I leaned forward and moved my lips to her nipple, sucking the nub into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. My right hand ran up her side and I grasped at the breast, squeezing it as I continued sucking. I could hear her breathing faster as my tongue circled around the nipple.

She leaned back against a counter as I followed her, her nipple still in my mouth. I then pressed my body against hers, my hard cock grinding against her thigh as I pushed her against the counter. My left hand had been resting on her right side, but now I let it slide up under her pajama top until I felt the jagged patch of scar where her right breast had been.

I noticed her wince and she whispered, "Careful, it is very sensitive still."

I pulled my left hand upwards, moving the material aside so I could see her scar. It had been healed for some time now, the light pink ridge was very soft. Letting her nipple slip out of my mouth, I moved my head to her left side and then lightly ran my tongue along the scar. Slipping the tip of my tongue back and forth over the ridge, I let my head slowly move diagonally across her chest.

"Oh yes, that's nice," she moaned.

Continuing the gentle licking, I moved my hands down her sides and slid them into her pajama bottoms. My hands cupped over her ass, the soft mounds felt so soft as I squeezed them and as I let my thigh slide between her legs, I could feel her push her pussy against me. Wanting to get more of that pussy, I pulled my head from her chest and moved my hands downward, pulling her pajama bottoms down.

Thankfully, in spite of the fact she had been stuck in the hospital for so long, her pussy looked clean and smell quite fresh. I guess she had taken some care in keeping herself clean. As her pajama bottoms slipped to the floor, I grabbed her waist and sat her up on the counter. Her legs opened and I paused, just gazing at the dense patch of curly black hair.

I reached my hands up and pulled her legs wider apart, exposing her slit. Sliding my hand up, I gently worked the lips open with my fingers and then slipped them in. After a moment or two I felt her wetness coat my fingers and I shoved them deeper into her. Working them in and out, I could see her juices glistening on my fingers.

Her lips curved around my fingers, opening like a flower blossoming to me. Taking a deep breath, I smelled her delicate fragrance and then dove in, pushing my tongue into her wet opening. Savoring the tart, salty flavor, I pushed my tongue in and out of her as she grabbed my head and pulled me to her.

I then moved my attention upward, running my tongue up the slit until I found the tight little knob of her clit. My tongue circled it as she began lifting her hips up and grinding her pussy lips against my face. Feeling her getting closer and closer, I sucked her clit between my lips and sucked as I pushed two, then three fingers into her cunt.

She moaned loudly and whined, "I'm coming, I'm coming."

I felt her pussy pulsate around my fingers as she came and I stopped sucking on her sensitive clit, leaving my face covered in her beautiful pussy. After a few minutes, she pulled herself back from my face. Figuring she was ready for me, I stood up and opened my pants, ready to push my cock into that still soaking wet pussy, but she quickly slipped down from the counter top.

"Oh no, you get the Fentanyl and I'll fuck you otherwise, we'll find some other ways to take care of you."

"What will..." 

Before I could finish, she had found some lotion on one of the shelves. She quickly poured some lotion on my cock and after working it in with her hands, she leaned forward letting her one breast brush over my cock. She then grabbed my erection, with her right hand and, after lifting her left arm, she guided my cock to her armpit. It was a little odd seeing the tuft of hair under her arms slide over my cock, but as she put her arm down, the pressure was quite pleasant.

I began moving back and forth, feeling her nipple press into my thigh each time I pushed my cock under her arm. I continued pushing under her arm and then slowly withdrawing until I began to feel a pressure building in my balls. She let me continue fucking her until, at the last second, she lifted her arm, grabbed my cock with both hands and then rolled them luxuriously over and around the entire length of me.

Feeling the pleasure shoot down my cock I arched my back and then came, spurting my hot, white cum on her breast in splash after splash. She then held my cock, running it over her breast, smearing the cum all over her. After a few moments of smearing my cum on her with my cock, she stood up, ran her fingers through the cum and then slipped them into her mouth.

She smiled and said, "Just think what might happen if you can get me some Fentanyl or, even better, some Diluadid."

"I'll do what I can," I whispered as she reached for a nearby towel and wiped the remaining cum from her breast.

I eased my cock back into my pants and then grabbed her robe as she pulled up her pajama bottoms and buttoned up her top. Holding the robe, I watched as she lithely slipped in one arm and then the other. She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss and then opened the door. As she slipped out, she whispered, "Remember, get the Fentanyl or Dilaudid and we'll have a really good time."

I followed her through the door and then headed back to my daughter's room. She had fallen asleep so I sat down, relieved I wouldn't have to listen to her moan about the pain. While she slept I continued working on my plan to get her Fentanyl.