0 comments/ 28477 views/ 2 favorites Bedside Manner By: JHolley67 If I had known getting into college would be so involved, I probably would have joined the Army. Mom had told me, just this morning that I needed a physical for the insurance company since I was moving away but staying on the policy. Then she looked at me that way again. I understood that Mom was lonely. I had been eleven when Dad died and Mom had apparently decided not to remarry. As I got older I couldn’t help noticing how much I looked like him in his younger years. We were both tall, dark skinned, with thick black hair and bottomless brown eyes. His old photo’s suggested that I might be a little more muscular than he, a little more ‘cut.’ I also wore my hair a little longer. So when she looked at me like that, I figured Mom was thinking about him. Of course, I could respect the fact that my mother was still a good-looking woman. Hell, I’d had fantasies about some of her girlfriends who weren’t as attractive as she was. After all, she was in her mid-thirties, long red hair, pale skin and green eyes. She still had the body of a twenty year old, looked awesome in a bikini and kept all my buddies drooling whenever they came over to hang out. Okay, so my mom’s a babe, but to think of her as anything other than ‘Mom,’ especially when she looked at me like that was just… weird! "So am I gonna, y’know, have to get undressed and stuff?" I guess that was the part that was bugging me. Mom had been sitting in the examining room with me my whole life. Having her see me now would make me uncomfortable to say the least. Mom finished checking her makeup and turned to me. She offered me a resigned look. "Most likely," she replied. "It is supposed to be a full physical. Feeling a little self-conscious?" "Yeah, a little, I guess," I looked away as her eyes began wandering downward. "Well, don’t be," she admonished gently. "You’re a very attractive young man. You should be proud of your looks. Besides the doctor is a professional. She does this all the time." "She?" "Yes," she smiled knowingly, "she. Relax, it’ll be fine." She turned back to the mirror and touched up her lipstick. "Why don’t you wear your black jeans and that silk shirt Aunt Deirdre got you?" "Yeah, okay." I headed back to my room to change. As I laid out my black 501’s and the black silk button-down that I had gotten for my birthday, I started to wonder what was going on. My black jeans were getting a little tight on me and the shirt had been a blatant overture by Deirdre. She had insisted I try it on when she gave it to me. I had to admit it was flattering. The thin silk draped nicely over my shoulders and chest, bagging slightly at my stomach. Deirdre was twenty-six and gorgeous – basically a younger, shorter version of Mom – and had no reservations about making a play for her eighteen year old nephew. Worse still, Mom didn’t seem to care. Sometimes I think she encouraged it. So here I was, getting into my prowling outfit to see a female doctor for a routine exam. I had no idea what I was in for, but I was having some pretty heavy misgivings. In the car, Mom asked me what kind of cologne I was wearing. "Um, Irish Spring," I laughed. She gave me an amused grin. "Good healthy, clean scent. Good for you." Checking in at the doctor’s office, the secretary gave me a curious look, then handed me two lab request slips, pointing me down the hall. I waited with two pregnant women and a quietly arguing mother-daughter duet. Each took the opportunity too give me the same questioning look. My name was called and I stepped into the lab area where I gave blood and urine. The stark white, antiseptic facility made me feel like a giant ink stain on a linen napkin. When I was finished, the technician marked a spot on her clipboard. "Okay," she said. "You’re all done. I’ll send the results over to Doctor…." She did a double take at the lab slips. "Doctor Fischer?" "Problem?" "Uh, no," she stammered. "I’ll get those results over to her immediately." She ushered me out in silence. As I re-entered Doctor Fischer’s office, my mother took my arm, walking easily beside me. A few people glanced up, but no one gave me any more funny looks. The nurse introduced herself as Tina, then asked me to strip down to my underwear. I caught her arm and confided that I didn’t wear underwear. She raised an eyebrow, apparently intrigued. "Well, I guess this will be a pretty interesting exam," she purred, running one hand absently down my ribs, then left the room. I turned expectantly to my mom. She raised her hands in resignation. "Alright," she averred. "You’re all grown up, I’ll give you some privacy." She grabbed her purse and walked out. Tina the nurse kept popping into my head as I disrobed. She was in her twenties with flowing blonde hair and a great body. She was barely five feet tall with large breasts and broad hips, full pouting lips and blinding green eyes. She probably had twenty pounds on any other girl her size, but it was all made up of prime flesh. Maybe, after seeing me naked, she would return the favor. The idea of a bare ass on cold vinyl did not appeal to me, so I chose to stand. As I waited, I looked over the stack of magazines resting on the counter. A brief knock gave me little warning as Tina came in, followed by a tall, slender woman of Eastern descent. Her hair was blacker than mine, her skin olive and eyes deep brown. She was thin, but nicely curved and looked to be around thirty. She dropped her pen into the pocket of her white lab coat and stepped forward. "Hello, Jason. I’m Doctor Fischer," she smiled. Her teethe were shocking white. "If you like, you may call me Roberta. Now, let’s take a look at you." She grabbed my wrists and raised my arms up and out, letting her eyes play over every inch of me. "Umm. Nice," she mewed, glancing at Tina who nodded in agreement. "Told you he was buff, Doctor," she giggled. "Quite right," the dusky physician agreed. "Turn around, please." Both women groaned approval as they viewed my backside. A pat on my bottom told me that this was not the physical exam I had been expecting. The doctor told me again to turn around. She kept eyeing me as she slipped on rubber gloves with a snap. Tina crept past me, brushing an admiring hand across my midsection. Doctor Fischer moved toward me with a lascivious look and gently grasped my balls. "Cough," she ordered quietly. I did. "Again," she breathed. I complied again, but she didn’t remove her hand. Instead, she rolled my balls gently between her fingers. "Checking for lumps, right," I asked nervously. She moved closer still until I could feel her breath on my face as she spoke. "No, Jason," she breathed. "I just love the feel of a man’s balls." Her closeness, combined with her low, sexy voice, her exotic looks and her manual stimulation caused my cock to twitch. She felt it against the bare skin of her wrist, reacting with amusement. "Looks like someone is craving attention," she said, looking down at my growing member. She turned her eyes back to min, then kissed me hungrily, probing deeply with her tongue as both her hands began massaging my quickly swelling penis. Suddenly, I felt another set of hands, these from behind me, caressing my chest and stomach. As the hands came together, I felt a pair of soft, warm breasts pressing against my back. So that’s what Tina had been doing behind me. "We still need his weight, doctor," she said, her lips brushing my back, sending waves of pleasure through me. "Right," the doctor agreed readily, taking me by the hand and leading me straight out into the hallway, my package swinging in the breeze. Several women, a few doctors but most patients, saw me as I stood on the scale. "Height, seventy-four," Tina said professionally. "Weight, two twenty-five." Roberta wrote the figures on a clipboard. "A little heavy for your height, but I would imagine it’s all those muscles." She ran a hand down my arm appreciatively. Glancing at Tina, I realized she had slipped back into her form fitting uniform. Apparently, it zipped up the front. It excited me to think she wore no undergarments either. "Okay," Doctor Fischer said, "let’s step into this other room for a few tests." Again, she took me by the hand and led me down the hall. Several female patients observed our little procession with a mix of reactions. One particularly brazen girl handed the doctor a business card as we passed, indicating it was for me. We entered a dimly lit room with deep shag carpeting and a sign that said ‘Lounge.’ Another woman sat in a dark corner, apparently napping. Tina closed and locked the door behind us as Doctor Fischer shrugged out of her lab coat and draped it across the back of a nearby couch. "Okay, Jason," she turned back to me, leaning against the back of the couch, "let’s test your reflexes, stamina and physical endurance." With that, she raised the hem of her navy blue pleated skirt to reveal thigh-high black stockings, garter belt and black lace thong panties. Tina came around to stand by the wanton physician, unzipping her uniform and letting it fall to the floor. They both leaned against the back of the couch. "Okay, Jason," Tina purred. "Which one of us do you want?" "Both!" I said firmly. "Good," the doctor smiled. "He’s passed the I.Q. test." Tina dropped to her knees, running her hands up the front of my legs as she breathed heavily over my partially swollen meat. Her hands and mouth met as she gently took my manhood into her warm mouth, caressing my shaft with one hand, my balls with the other. Doctor Fischer took the opportunity to unfetter herself from her business-like attire, dropping skirt and blouse and parading in front of me in black lace bra, garter belt, panties and stockings. She let her hair down distractedly as she walked up behind me, moving a soft, fabric covered chair into place. Urging me down into the overstuffed recliner, she knelt on the arms of the chair and began moving in front of me. She kissed me, then brushed her perky little breasts across my face, then ground her cloth-covered mound into my mouth. Her scent was sweet and musky; exotic. The third time she repeated her moves – mouth, tits, mound – I felt her wetness through the thin black material. Tina continued mouthing my organ with relish as the doctor removed her bra, offering me first one perfect little globe of flesh, then the other. She moaned softly as I sucked enthusiastically at her hard, tiny nipples. Tina arose from my crotch as Roberta pulled her thong to one side, showing me a neatly trimmed black triangle that glistened with moisture in the dim light. She pushed it against my mouth once more, squirming with lust as my tongue found her tender clit. Then she lowered herself onto my waiting shaft. The buxom blonde nurse held my manhood upright for her superior, then moved to my side, where she grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. Next, she offered me one firm, large breast, urging me to bite her nipple. She gasped and moaned as I fulfilled her request, then obliged the other as well. Doctor Fischer’s dusky body squirmed on my pole, a thin film of sweat appearing on her skin, making her glow in the subdued lighting. Her muscles rippled up and down the length of my phallus, bringing me closer to my breaking point. I watched as she gazed into my eyes while massaging her pert breasts and fingering her clit. Tina stepped up onto the arms of the chair, her perfectly shaved pussy hovering inches from my mouth. She grabbed two hands full of my hair and shoved my face into her wet folds. The doctor was moaning loudly, writhing on my staff as she approached her peak. Tina’s pussy danced on my face as she moaned out instructions on how to please her. Her knees were on my shoulders and my hands glided up the backs of her legs, grabbing her firm, round ass, shoving her ever harder against my probing mouth. Suddenly, the doctor cried out in release, her tight snatch clamping down on me as she shuddered through an intense climax. Tina grabbed my hands and guided them to the dark skinned woman’s breasts, whispering for me to squeeze them hard. Doctor Fischer squealed in pleasure as I gripped her small breasts firmly. Tina moaned, grinding her clit against my teeth as the doctor slumped forward, her head resting in the small of the nurse’s back. Her hair fell heavily over my hands and arms. Tina grunted staccato as she spent on my face, filling my mouth with her hot nectar, then slid down my chest to rest in front of the doctor. Fischer wrapped her arms around the blonde, resting her dark head on the other’s fair shoulder. Tina grabbed the doctor’s hands and guided them to her crotch. Roberta automatically began fondling the younger girl’s cleft with abandon. I reached up to palm one of Tina’s magnificent breasts as her breathing became erratic again. Roberta rose from my still throbbing cock, sliding backward and guiding Tina to her waiting prize. Her slick pussy was even tighter than the doctor’s had been, sliding down with some difficulty over the thickness of my tool. As she hit bottom, her mouth dropped open and she let out a low, guttural moan of absolute lust and began grinding on my engorged meat. The doctor stayed with her, caressing her breasts, fingering her clit, until Tina was on the verge of her second orgasm. Then Doctor Fischer leaned her back onto my legs, straddled her face and accepted every moan of ecstasy into her waiting lips. As Tina exploded, crying out her finish, the raven haired beauty on her face convulsed through another climax of her own. "Okay, Jason," Roberta panted. "Let’s get that sperm sample and we’ll be done." She helped Tina back to a sitting position, my rod still buried inside her vice-like tunnel, then assisted her in turning around on me. Tina leaned back against me, guided my wandering hands to her tits and crotch, and began bucking with abandon. The doctor knelt between my legs and alternated between sucking my balls and licking Tina’s dripping canal. As my tempo increased and my breath became ragged, Doctor Fischer grasped the base of my cock, adding to the intensity of my sensation. As I began grunting out my final pleas, Roberta tore my cock out of Tina’s undulating pussy and stuffed it into her mouth. The sudden change caused me to cry out in release as she lapped up every drop of my hot seed. Tina purred for a few minutes, caressing her breasts and clit, shuddering through the aftershocks of her last orgasm, then leaned forward to kiss Roberta deeply, sharing in the taste of my sperm. They both licked me clean, then helped me into my clothes which had mysteriously appeared in the lounge. As I was buttoning up my shirt, the woman I had assumed was napping in the corner rose and walked forward. It was my mother. "Jason, I certainly hope you had a good time," she began. "I’m sure you know after all these years, that you remind me a lot of your father. And that has stirred some feelings in me which I guess you could call… unnatural?" I was absolutely shocked. My own mom had just watched me get my brains fucked out by my doctor and her nurse. I could not meet her gaze. "Jason, don’t be embarrassed," she reassured me. "I wanted to know if you would be anything like the man your father was. Now I know, and I’m over it. I’m sure you’ll make more than a few girls happy in your time." Tina giggled. Roberta gave her a punitive slap on the bare ass. My mother continued. "I’m going to miss you a lot when you go to college, so I wanted to give you a little going away present." She reached into her purse, retrieving a set of car keys on a yellow Mustang keychain. "Here’s your graduation gift. I hope you will take these two beautiful women out and show them a good time tonight." Next, she removed a fat envelope from her purse and passed it to me. I opened it to reveal a stack of money. A quick thumb through it told me it was around a thousand dollars. "A little of your inheritance," she smiled. "Go have a good time. And if you get lucky with either of these young ladies, feel free to bring them home. I’ll be staying the night with my new boyfriend." With that, she gave me a hug and a kiss, thanked the doctor and nurse and let herself out. Roberta and Tina both decided to join me for dinner, drinks and dancing, escorting me out of the doctor’s office arm in arm. A bright yellow Mustang convertible awaited us in the parking lot with a vanity plate on the front that said ‘Jay-Daddy.’ My mother always did have an odd sense of humor. As we drove out of the lot, top down and radio turned up, I realized why all the women in the doctor’s building had been giving me such funny looks. The sign in front said, "Roberta Fischer, D.O., OB/Gyn." Bedside Manner Scott blinked back the sharp glow of the fluorescent lights and looked slowly down his prostrate body, covered only in a blue hospital gown. He didn't fully remember what had put him in the emergency room, but surely it had to do with the dull ache in his chest and the snowstorm that had dumped the mountain of snow in his driveway. Next year, he thought, I'll pay for a damn service. Scott must have been in an almost secluded corner of the ER, considering the muted sounds of shuffling feet and humming machines, the soft voices of hospital staff tending to this patient and that. All he knew was the stretcher was bloody cold beneath his bare ass, the typically inadequate gown certainly not fully closed beneath him. He was studying the hospital bracelet on his wrist when she stepped through the curtain and pulled it completely around them. "A little young to be in here, aren't you, Mr. Cole?" she asked lightly. "I'm Dr. Collins. And may I call you Scott?” Scott nodded. She was Dr. Sharon Collins, according to the brass ID plate she wore above her left breast, and her tanned skin, as much as was exposed, was a beautiful contrast to her white cloak. "Tell me about it," he replied weakly. "One minute I'm up to my knees in snow, the next I'm dizzy as hell and I've got paramedics hauling me here." "Our business always picks up this time of the year," Sharon said. "But I'm happy to report you won't be with us too long. You seem to check out pretty nicely." "I’m glad to hear it. So what gives?" "Overexertion, it seems. Your EKG is fine. All vital signs are fine. The dizziness was your heart's way of telling you to slow down, and you've got a good neighbor to call 9-1-1 when he saw you in distress. "Not everyone's so lucky. We get a lot of cardiac arrest coming through here with snow on their boots. But I'm going to give you a quick look-see before I send you on your way and give your space to someone who really needs it." The doctor's sense of humor allayed any of Scott's lingering fears, a bedside manner that inspired confidence, and now a little more. Her slender fingers bore no rings, and her eyes nearly burned through Scott to the stretcher. Funny how he was feeling lightheaded again. Sharon took Scott's wrist and studied her watch, recording a strong pulse. "Seventy-two. Not bad for someone who's lying in a hospital." She pumped the blood-pressure sleeve full and listened to the hiss as it slowly deflated. "One-twelve over sixty-eight. No problem there. Now, open wide." Sharon slipped the thermometer beneath Scott's tongue with one hand and moved her stethoscope into place with the other. "Normal," she said, withdrawing the instrument, her eyes still firmly locked with Scott's. "A listen to your heart, a half-hour's rest and I think you'll be on your way." "Sorry to waste your time," Scott replied, his cheeks flushing as he recognized a distinct, unmistakable stirring beneath his gown. "That's why I'm paid minimum wage," Sharon joked, slipping the stethoscope beneath the gown at the side opening. "Now... inhale deeply, and exhale." The doctor pressed the stainless steel, considerately warmed, to Scott's left pectoral and paused, listening to the hammering organ that was racing again. She moved to the right, then to beneath the ribs and back across to the left. Scott felt embarrassment and arousal in equal portions, and he prayed that Sharon was unaware he was swelling by the second. Probably no chance of that, given the hopelessly inadequate coverage of a hospital gown. "Nice to see your blood flow hasn't been restricted," she said, nodding below his waist to eliminate all doubt, her stethoscope creeping lower still. "Deep breath... in and out." Deep breath? Scott could barely get the oxygen past his lips, and he shuddered when he felt the steel instrument dip lower into his brush of hair and almost imperceptibly graze his cock, which now was laying engorged and impatient on his belly, pointing due north. And with that Sharon withdrew the stethoscope and slipped her hands beneath the gown on each side, pressing gently into Scott's abdomen. "Does that hurt?" she asked, her voice not betraying her own arousal. "No," Scott sighed. "It's fine." "How about this?" she asked, her hands lower, thumbs pressing into the crease where Scott's legs met his hips. "No..." he said, wriggling on the stretcher, practically begging for more. The cool ER air washed over him in a rush when the doctor lifted Scott's gown up from his thighs to his navel, exposing him fully to the doctor's view. What she saw was thick and full, blood rushing to nourish his swollen, pulpy head. "You ARE a healthy specimen," she said, smiling, looking up to the wide-eyed wonder she saw in her patient. It occurred to Scott that nothing being said could be misconstrued beyond the privacy of this curtained room, the sound of nurses coming and going mere feet away. "Let's check your reflexes." Sharon’s warm hand reached to Scott's cock and lifted it from his stomach, encircling its humid thickness. Scott was wondering how they'd get his fingernails out of the ER ceiling. "Good. Excellent response. Now, any pain when I do this?" She took one agonizingly long stroke of Scott's full erection. "No," he managed in reply. "It feels... fine." The doctor's palm slipped between Scott's thighs and took a handful of his balls, heavy in fullness. "No discomfort?" "No." It was all Scott could do to utter a single coherent syllable. "Even when I squeeze, like this?" Scott swallowed a gasp. "No." "Good... good." By now Sharon’s hand was moving skilfully up and down Scott's fully distended shaft, a generous pearl of fluid milked from the tip, providing a better lubricant than anything she would find on a hospital shelf. "Slow breaths," she said. "Relax." Scott's head was slumped back onto the pillow. He was lost in the sensation when it all changed dramatically, a warm hand replaced by a wet heat. He tucked his chin to his chest and saw Sharon in glorious profile, her cheek bulging as she slowly devoured Scott's cock, pushing down to nearly digest the entire length. She pulled back, flashing her tongue over the tip. "You're doing great," she said, pausing briefly in her feast. "Concentrate on your breathing, Scott. Deep breaths. In and out." Sharon returned to her oral massage, inhaling and exhaling Scott's throbbing cock with fantastic suction, lifting free for just an instant. She passed her patient a roll of sterile gauze, which Scott promptly clamped between his teeth. "That's it... in and out. In and out." The words were ringing in Scott's ears when he felt a bolt of lightning energize him from his hair follicles to his toenails. Sharon felt it too, and her hand reached to Scott's balls, which were pulled tight to his groin in warning of what was to happen next. The first creamy spurt pulsed from him to the depths of Sharon’s throat, as did the second, the third and a weakening fourth. She was relentless, sucking with glorious force, her mouth pulling back just to the ridge of Scott's sharply cut cockhead before it plunged down once more. She brought him back to earth slowly, still savoring the thick, salty fluid, licking him clean with expert care. "Excellent, Scott," she said finally, her tongue savoring what clung to her lower lip. "I'd say that everything's in perfect working order." Scott returned only a weak smile. He was drained, but his heart never felt better. "Thanks, doctor," he managed. "Thanks for the good news." "My pleasure. Just take it easy the rest of the day, OK? Nothing... hard." She patted Scott's thigh and pulled the blue gown back in place, straightening herself at stretcher-side as she smoothed her white cloak and adjusted her stethoscope around her neck. "The nurse will give you my number. Make an appointment to see me at my office in a week if you like. Now, rest for a bit. "I'd say you're ready for discharge." Even Sharon was surprised by her choice of words. "But I guess I should have said that a while ago," she said through a broad smile, and she disappeared through the curtain. Bedside Manner I was in a psychiatric hospital because I tried to kill myself. I didn’t even have a good reason. Anyway, a judge put me in there and threw away the key. At first time passed really slow. I was ‘behaving’, being the good little nutcase so I got moved up to a better floor with more freedom. 5 West was the floor they sent me to. Here my therapy was about to take a turn for the better. A lot of nurses worked 5 West but I had my eye on a male nurse who looked like Denzel Washington named Rick. All the women liked him. As far as I know I was the only one who fantasized about him. Every night before I went to sleep, I lay in my bed thinking about all the kinky sex I wanted to have with Rick. I would silently slip my hand under my hospital gown, reaching my clit. I love playing with my warm, wet clit! I would rub it hard and fast until I was ready to scream. When I finally let the waves of pleasure wash over me, I would fall asleep whispering Rick’s name. Rick wasn’t aware that I spent my nights pleasuring myself, thinking about what I would find beneath his pants. I started wearing low cut shirts that showed off my large, round breasts. It worked. I started letting Rick know I was no angel. Whenever we would go outdoors for a smoke break, I would tell him about my sexual exploits. I am a diagnosed sex addict-a good thing to be addicted to if you ask me! I am bisexual which opens up many options for me. My girlfriend and I decided one day to go to an adult bookstore and buy some sex toys. After we came out of the store, we sat in the car admiring our toys and kissing. There was a businessman in the next car. I told my girl to show him her breasts. She pulled up her shirt and I started sucking and biting her nipples. The man rolled down his window, asking if we wanted to go inside and play. He didn’t have to ask me twice! All three of us went inside 1 of the booths. All 3 of us stripped. I ate my girl’s juicy pussy while he stuck his rock hard cock up my tight ass. My tongue was flicking her clit while I was getting pounded from behind. He grabbed my hips and brought me down into a sitting position on his throbbing member. While I was riding his dick, my girl parted my legs further with her hands. I felt her insert a few fingers into my swollen pussy. I was in absolute heaven! Next thing I know, she is fisting my pussy. I was moaning so loud that the guy made a gag out of his tie to stop me from screaming. The guy lifted me off his lap & laid me down on the bench while my girl held my legs spread apart. He thrust in as deep as he could. He fucked me so hard my head was banging against the wall. I started to cum again. My girl knew I was ready to go again & told the guy to reign back and make me beg for it. She grabbed my hands so I couldn’t pull him closer to me. I tried to wriggle closer to him, to get his cock near my pulsating pussy. He grabbed me by the shoulders and impaled me on his waiting member. My girl stood on the bench & threw a leg over his shoulder. He ate her sweetness while he fucked me. In a few minutes all 3 of us had mind-blowing orgasms. We got dressed and thanked the man. I never did ask his name. Rick couldn’t believe the story I had just told him! It had the desired effect-I let him know I wasn’t a sexual novice. I wanted to be his plaything and I never took no for an answer. That night I pleasured myself as usual. An hour or so later I awoke to someone softly calling my name. I opened my eyes quite sure I was dreaming. Rick was standing over me looking luscious. He raised his finger to his lips to Shhhh me. That didn’t even have time to register. In an instant, Rick was sitting on my bed kissing me. My heart started to race. I returned his kiss- deep and urgent like the need I’ve had for him. I took a chance & reached for his belt, undoing it in one swift move. I unzipped his pants & pulled him closer to me. He had the most amazing cock I have ever seen. I couldn’t wait to wrap my mouth around it. I looked up at him with eyes full of lust. I took his engorged member in my hand, teased it lightly then deep throated it. That took Rick by surprise-I thought he was going to fall over! Rick grabbed my hair and kept forcing me to deep throat him. Guess he liked it. Rick started moaning. I knew he was close to climax so I picked up the pace. I felt him shudder, the cum shot to the back of my mouth & sliding down my throat. I licked the stray cum off my lips, very satisfied with myself. Ok, now I wanted my turn but Rick was looking out into the hallway. Rick motioned for me to follow him. He led me to the “quiet room”-the cell where they put the patients who are out of control/dangerous. Rick shut the door and came over to me. He stripped me of my hospital gowns and told me to lie down on the bed in the cell. Rick had a real surprise for me. He grabbed one of my wrists and locked it in the restraints attached to the bed. Rick continued this until all my arms and legs were locked up. He took off his pants and straddled the bed. It was such an erotic site. His bulging cock ready to pleasure me. He remembered from my stories that I liked it hard and fast so that’s exactly what he gave me. Every time he thrust into me I would have another orgasm. I came so many times I was ready to pass out from the pleasure. Part of the excitement was how forbidden it was to be with him. He fucked me for what seemed like hours. He had another massive release after which he undid my chains. Rick told me to get on all 4’s. I looked & saw a ping-pong paddle in one hand and a large vibrator in the other. He instructed me to fuck myself with the vibrator while he smacked my ass. That was definitely a turn on! I stuck the vibrator into myself and turned it. Immediately I was paddled. Unsure of what I did, I asked Rick. He told me to keep the vibrator on high the whole time. Oh my God! I started shuddering right away. I purposely slowed down the vibrator so Rick would paddle me. It felt so good! I know my ass was getting redder by the minute. Rick’s cell phone rang. It was the nurse’s station. Our fun had come to an end. We dressed & kissed goodbye. I went back to my bedroom & he went back to work. I am out of the hospital now. Nurse Rick and I will continue to have more wild sexual adventures in the near future.