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Nurse

By: jarod187



I hated being sick. It wasn't throwing up that bugged me, or body aches or any of the other normal maladies; it was simply being helpless. Everyone can attest to the fact that when you're under the weather, everything suffers. You can't work, can't think, everything feels like it's suddenly happening underwater. You can't eat what you want, go where you want, or even think what you want when you want to. I guess that's why most of the time, when I'm feeling ill, I tend to just ignore it, not bring it up, and hope it goes away. It usually does, mind over matter, but sometimes the whole can do attitude just doesn't cut it, and those are the times I hate the worst. The times when you're stuck in bed, when you can't even muster up the energy to get something to eat, let alone do something productive, those are the times that really strike a nerve. I feel weak, pathetic, and usually just want everyone to stay away from me. Well, that's how I used to feel.

I was home alone for a change, reading, constantly debating whether or not I wanted to get up to find something more interesting to do and constantly coming to the same conclusion. I was sick, which put me in a bad mood, which made me horny, the normal chain of events, but the idea of getting up to put a porn on or even just unzipping my pants sounded like a lot more effort than it was worth. I wished Lil was around, and, more so, that the sight of sick, flu ridden men got her all hot and bothered. When I got done wishing for that Christmas miracle, I turned onto my side and closed me eyes for a bit. I was tired anyway, maybe sleep would bring dreams of the activities I only wished I had a way of performing right now.

I must not have heard the door open, because the next thing I knew, there was a hand on my shoulder. Lil wasn't due back from her friend's party for another couple hours, but I wasn't about to ask questions as the hand traced up the side of my neck and into my hair. Being something of an atheist, most people would be surprised to find that I not only believed in Heaven, but believed that the place resided solely in my girlfriend's finger tips.

"What seems to be the trouble?" I heard her breathe into my ear.

I turned, opening my eyes, and then almost wished I hadn't. There was no way in hell I was still awake, I must be dreaming, and that brought the threat of waking up and leaving all this, which is a reality I definitely did not want to face. Lily had her hair drawn back in a bun, which was unusual for her, but made sense, since it was the only way she could fit it all under the tight nurse's cap. How she fit the rest of her body into the nurse's outfit was a mystery to me too, since it seems that all forms of physics must have been absent for such a gorgeous body to be poured into such a revealing dress. Her knees were crossed and the skirt was short enough that I could see where the black fishnets clipped on to the garter belt. The top wasn't any higher, and I could see she was wearing the red Victoria's Secret pushup bra I got her for Christmas underneath the outfit. She had cleavage I could probably park my car in, and would be happy to try, all barely concealed by the thin white fabric. I absently noticed that a stethoscope hung from her neck and wondered if it really worked.

She smiled, probably reading my mind, and her hand moved up to my forehead.

"Ooo," she cooed, "you feel hot."

Her hand slid down my jawline, down my sides, slowly, almost accidentally, tracing over my nipples through my t-shirt, before finally settling on my belt.

"I'm going to have to listen to your heart."

She brought the stethoscope out, sliding the cold metal up my chest, gently grazing past my nipples again, and finally letting it rest vaguely over my heart. She made a small face again, then licked her lips.

"Your heart is beating really fast. We need to do something about that."

I grinned up at her. "Good luck."

Her nails slid down my sides, electric sparks shooting out of them and up along my spine, before once again resting on my belt.

"What can I do to help you relax, sir?"

My belt was undone already, my pants unzipped, my hard cock in her hand.

"That...might help."

She offered a sweet smile, then moved her lips down over the head of my cock. My hands gripped the bed sheets and she let her tongue slide up and down my shaft, as I watched the perfect little nurse's cap bobbing up and down on my dick.

"Aren't you going...to get in trouble for this?"

She smiled up at me, still stroking me.

"The doctor won't be back for a few minutes. We have time."

She almost swallowed the last word as she dove back down onto my cock, shoving it almost as far down her throat as she could. I moaned loudly, and I could feel her nails digging into my legs as she struggled to take all of it. I could feel a few lose strands of hair brushing my thighs as her lips came back down to the base of my cock, and I could feel my orgasm building.

She could feel it too, and she smiled up at me, swinging off the couch and kneeling in front of me, pushing her tits together.

"Come on me baby. I want your come on my tits. Will that make you feel better?"

I could come in under ten seconds if I wanted to, and I love the look on her face, the moans she makes, when my hot come splashes onto her perfect breasts. But suddenly, sick as I was, I was feeling energetic.

"That doctor won't be back for a while will he?"

She looked at me, smiling.

"He could be in here any minute."

I smiled back at her.

"Good."

I grabbed her arm, roughly, and pulled her to her feet. Spinning her around in one motion, I used my free hand to roughly pull the miniskirt up, exposing her perfect ass. I pushed her over, hard, so her hands were on the floor and she was left sticking that perfect ass of hers up in the air. God, it looked so sweet like that. I noticed she had on matching panties underneath the garter belt, and I also noticed that the crotch was soaking through. I brought a hand up and slapped her ass as hard as I could. She screamed, but didn't move. That was my girl. I pulled her down hard, sitting her right on my dick, and she screamed again, but this one was only from pleasure. I slid all the way into her up to the hilt, and I swear to everything that is holy, I've never felt anything so sweet. I'd never believed something on Earth could feel as good as this girl does to me, but every time she smiles I'm reminded how little I know.

She began picking her ass up off my cock, slowly at first, then faster, finally doing all the work and fucking me for everything she was worth. I loved watching her ass shoot up and down on my cock, watching my manhood sliding in and out of her wet pussy. It felt amazing, hell, better than amazing, and I was always surprised I didn't come just at the thought of it let alone last more than thirty seconds when we were actually doing it. I guess I get a gold star in self control. I wasn't going to have it for much longer though.

I could feel her coming, feel her pussy start to spasm as the orgasms wracked her body, and I knew that mine wasn't far off. It was building, it was there, and watching her ass bounce up and down, my lips kissing in between her shoulder blades, her nails digging into my legs, suddenly I let go. I could feel myself shooting inside of her, an explosion of passion, and her moans peaked when she felt my come erupting inside her body. She rocked her ass back and forth, milking every last drop out of my cock, and then leaned back into my arms while we both caught our breaths. The nurse hat was still on, but the rest of her costume looked slightly disheveled. She turned her head and I could see the cocky smile on her face in profile.

"So, baby. Feeling better?" 

Nurse



Dr. Andrews walked into the lab, dressed appropriately in a white lab coat and carrying a clipboard. "How is the specimen?"

"It appears to be catatonic," replied Dr. Nelson, also in a lab coat. Before Andrews could make a note of it on his clipboard, a feminine voice piped up.

"Sir," interrupted a woman in a white uniform, "I've seen the alien move a couple of times."

Andrews looked up from his clipboard. Nelson answered flatly, "Amber, victims of catatonia often blink at given intervals." He continued to Andrews: "The specimen may be dead within a few days. Now is the perfect time to perform the necessary experiments before the autopsy."

"But Dr. Nelson," Amber cut in again, "I think it might be exhausted from being held in the pressurized tank. Perhaps if we move it—"

"I'm sorry, Amber. I know you're a nurse, but keep in mind that you were hired to treat the scientists should they become injured, not get involved in our business. Our procedures must be handled very carefully."

Amber furrowed her brows. "Excuse me. I've had plenty of medical training—and I know a sick patient when I see one."

Nelson, slowly losing his patience with the nurse, let out an exasperated sigh. "I have other business to attend to now."

Andrews took that as his cue to leave, and Nelson followed close behind him. Amber was left alone in the lab with the plethora of technical equipment she was constantly instructed not to touch. I've worked for this laboratory for almost a year, and they still don't trust me, she thought. I've seen rookie scientists get away with more.

There was nothing more she could do except return to her office. She reached into her breast pocket and extracted her keys, and then headed out the door. As she began to lock up the lab room, she noticed the captive alien twitch in its tank.

In her status as merely a medical assistant, Amber was not informed of all the details of the alien's origin; all she knew was that during the UFO crash cover-up, some extraterrestrials had been found—two dead, one living. The deceased creatures had been crushed too severely to be autopsied, and Amber could almost swear that her superiors were cruelly preparing the live one for slicing.

The alien was about two or three feet long with grey skin, a bulbous head, scrawny limbs, and large black eyes that seemed all-encompassing. Amber swore it stared right at her rather than through her, and felt somewhat bad for the space being. She had chosen to work at the laboratory because of her enthusiastic interest in the unknown, but she rarely got to associate with anything or anyone apart from cold steel instruments and asinine scientists. Just once she would like to at least run her hand over that smooth-looking grey flesh...

Enough was enough. Using the code she picked up from watching Dr. Nelson put the alien in the tank, she opened up the sealed prison and retrieved the tiny being inside. Being catatonic, it was limp and light in her arms. Stroking its cool, sleek skin, she whispered, "I'll fix you up."

Amber hurried back to her private office with the alien in tow, locking the door behind her. In front of her sat a large cot, which she gently laid the little Grey onto. She then slipped onto the cot next to it, watching it breath shallowly. The hypnotic, rhythmic movement of the creature's chest moving up and down drew Amber to caress it gently...

She started with the alien's head, feeling around each of its ear indentations and then gracefully brought her fingers down to its thin neck. As she dragged her delicate touch across the alien's collarbone, she could have sworn it emitted a small gasp. Amber propped herself up on her other arm, using said hand to stroke the little grey arm lying limp at the alien's side while using her free hand to stroke its bare torso.

Now she was certain that the alien inhaled sharply as she traced her silky fingertips along its chest. She smiled saucily—progress was being made. With her forefinger and thumb, she gently pinched the skin underneath its right arm, causing the alien to clench its fists. Amber rose to a sitting position, using both hands to fondle the small silver figure before her. The next thing she knew, she had reached the legs.

Amber gently parted its legs to find an opening the size of a bottle cap. She airily brushed the dark flesh around the orifice, each stroke releasing a tingle between her own shapely thighs. When the alien squealed nervously, she slipped her index finger into the hole. This caused the alien to shudder and tense up. Nevertheless, Amber managed to insert her other three fingers into the rapidly moistening entrance.

She stroked the slick walls of the foreign passage with her fingers while caressing the surrounding flesh with her thumb, but eventually Amber eased her entire hand inside the alien. When she thrust her arm forward, wrist-deep in its sticky sex, the alien had a quick spasm that forced something round and firm into the palm of her hand. With a subtle up-and-down motion, Amber coaxed the latent genitalia out of its sheath, pulling her hand out as she went. As the Grey's erection took form, she wiped her hand off on the back of her short skirt.

There was no question as to what was going to happen next. Amber instinctively straddled the alien and hiked up her skirt, tucking the hem into her pantyline. She made a quick grab for the scalpel on the table next to the cot and used it to tear through her damp underwear, and then tossed it carelessly aside. The alien shifted its inky gaze to Amber's throbbing vulva and opened and closed its narrow mouth like a fish. Amber reached between her legs, slowly parted her private lips, and lowered her abdomen onto the waiting extraterrestrial.

"Oh!" she gasped, grabbing the alien's scrawny legs and jerking them upward, forcing every inch of its sex deep into her yearning vagina. She lurched forward to get the full impact, and as she rose again, a grey claw clenched tightly onto her blouse. The speechless alien met her gaze as she dipped down again and single-handedly tore her blouse open, bra and all.

Amber firmly seized the back of the alien's head as she thrust against its lower region again, and in return the alien bit one of Amber's pert nipples, gritting its teeth harder into the tender pink flesh with every abdominal shock wave, causing Amber to moan louder. It friskily felt about Amber's heaving, sweat-drenched body until it found its way under the torn flap of panties to press its fingers into her clitoris. Naturally, Amber reached her climax within moments, and a pleasured scream to go with it. The alien came inside her, releasing a cool, soothing liquid that seemed to fill Amber up entirely and ran down her shaking thighs in thick, white streams as it pulled out of her.

"Oh God, God," she panted breathlessly, collapsing on the floor in a gooey heap. The alien, breathing shallowly once again, closed its eyes and basked in the warmth the sexual friction had produced.

Amber woke up on the frigid floor of her office, covered in alien love juice from the waist down, to a loud banging on the door. Dr. Nelson's belligerent yelling accompanied his violent pounding: "Amber! Do you have the specimen in there?"

Amber pulled her skirt out of the remains of her panties and smoothed it over her dirty thighs. "Yes I do. And it happens to be alive and kicking."



Nurse Ann



I been a while sense Pete moved in with Ann as her love slave. He had be controlled and under her wing ever sense. He was treated a kid and pet over there. He was intimidated by her and scared of her but he loved her. He loved being her slave. When he obeyed she was sweet and motherly. Her smile warm the coldest of heart. When he was naughty she would punish him with an intense spanking that would bring tears to the strongest. He was a young black male. Ann was much older

You see Ann was part of the MWC. It was the mature woman conquest group. There a group of women who lover overpowering and breaking people. Ann knew how to own people. She was a master in sex education and physiology. She was tall and had a pair of tits that were size of beach balls. They were all natural and over flowing with breast milk. She was also amazingly tone and stronger. Her hair were blond and her eyes deep blue. She also had a nice thick ass. Peter was sick today and laid in bed with a fever.

Ann walked in. She was wearing a silk blue robe that was nearly see through. She wore no bra so he could see her thick nipples fully erect. She had fish net stockings and black panties. She wore 12 inch heels and had her hair down. She had some lip stick on. Ann had come back from partying. She probably had just dominated some female or slaves. Ann towered over him now and sat down beside him. She looked down with a caring motherly look. She felt his head.

"Ohhh sweetie you burning up" Ann said

"You shouldn't get to close. You may catch what I got"

"Sweetie I work out every day. My body is perfection. You not the first little baby slave who got sick on me. I never get sick. Now let see what under those covers" She said

"But I am all sweaty" He said.

She gave him and look that startled him.

"Sorry Auntie Ann"

"It ok" She said pinching his nose "I tolerate that little outburst cause your sick. Now take off the cover"

He was totally naked. She made all her men not wear clothes. She sucked her finger adding spit and ran her finger across him give him a little stroke. Her other hand played with her nipples while giving him a winning smile. She had big hands that seem to dwarf him. All he could do is look up at her gigantic tits. Her nipples were dripping with milk and she was stroking and rubbing him with her strong hand. He became hard.

"That's my boy" She said

She took him in her strong arms and was smothering him in her gigantic breast. She rocked him back and fourth he struggle to breath but then relax as rubbed his ass.

"My poor wittle baby. He so sick. I hate seeing him like this. Don't worry mama going to make you all better" Ann said.

"Thank you Auntie Ann" He said

His body laid in her arms being carried as easy as baby. She grabbed his cock and took some lotion. She started stroking his cock turning it into puddy. She knew how to please a man. She knew every pressure point on a man's cock. It was driving him crazy. He bit his lip as she was making him moan.

"Ok baby. Mamma going to get those nasty juices out of you" She said He body started to shake

"Going to cum for mama" He said.

"Ohhh yesss"

He shot his load. Cum sprayed on the walls.

"That's my baby" She said "But you can get more then that out can you honey. For me"

She stroked him some more. She put her cock between her big biceps and rubbed it in. She flexed her muscles to stroke him. She knew he loved that. It got him real hard as she laid his body on her breast.

"You love strong women don't you honey" Ann said

He nodded. He couldn't even talk. She smiled and kiss a little tear coming down his eyes.

"So sweet" She said

He came again

"Mmmm that was a lot. You like being taking care of don't you" She said

She pinch his cheeks. He blushed

"Yes" He giggled.

She ran her finger across his body tickling him. Ann laughed as she watch him squirm and laugh. She knew all men were like children in a way. They crave attention and were easily controlled. You just had to add a little discipline every now and then for there own good.

"Hmmm let me take you temperature honey" She said

She snapped her fingers. A female slave with a Collar around her neck came in. The girl was black and about 6.2. Ann had female slaves that were considered above the men. The young girls use to be a stripper and hooker. Ann had her fall in love with her and took her off the streets and built her up. Ann gave her the best sex of her life. The girls name was Rochelle. Rochelle was 26 and been with Ann for a couple of years. Rochelle now had a stable of her own but love to serve Ann. She had Ann's name tattooed on her ass. In Ann house all her slaves were called brother and sisters. Men were the baby brothers.

"Run your baby brother a bath will you. He sick. Put the oils in the blue cabinet mark medicine in it. Then put some milk bath oils and some of those special beads" Ann said.

"Yes mistress" Rochelle said

Ann bent him over. She took out a thermometer. A special kind. It was softer and plastic and had a phallic shape. It was also longer then need be. She stuck it deep in his ass and waited.

"It hurts" He said

"Shhhhh mama no best" Ann said

"Sorry for questioning yo..."

"Shhhh ok sweetie. You just a baby. Don't know better let. I few reddening of your butt every now and then will teach you a lesson. But not today honey" She said

She stuffed it deeper in holding him down as he squirm. She pulled it out.

"It is high" She said

She took out her nipples and put it in her mouth.

"Now some warm milk. Drank a little something for you. Should help" She said

The nipple was force deep in him as she carried him around. Milk overflowed in his mouth. It was warm and sweet and relaxing. His arms went limp in her strong arms. She looked in the mirror.

"Look how small you are. So weak. So fragile. Look how easily I can bring you to tears by the pleasure of simply touching touch cock. See like this. Just a baby, That's it take that arm milk. Suck on that fat nipples. Don't choke out it slowly. Put you little hands around them. Mmmm your getting nice and filled up. You like you mama Ann doing this. You like seeing mama Ann muscles flex. Muscles that could so easily crush your head between it biceps."

"Yes mama" He whimpered

His body went limp as he came. It was an intense orgasm. It was a multiple one. He didn't think that was possible till he met Ann. The milk had weaken him

"Bath ready mistress. How is baby" Rochelle

"He will be good soon after a bath and some nice soup. You can play and wrestle with him later." Ann said

"Goodie" Rochelle smiled.

Ann took off her clothes and carried him over her shoulder. She place him in the hot bath slowly. The bath were big enough for 3 people. She took some soap and had him lay against her breast. She rubbed his body with soaps and oils. Her slipper finger ran around him making him moan. He squeeze as her moans of breast flesh and screamed as she was turning his cock into puddy. He didn't know how much of this he could take. His body was filled with pleasure. He knew she had ways of making a man cum over and over again. She could do it as many times as she want. She said all men can cum like that. The dick is like a faucet or a heart. You just have to know how to use it.

"You nasty little cock still hard told...you I had to get all the juice out. Now quite being a baby and take it." Ann said "shhhhh Shhhh. Relax sweetie"

Rochelle smiled looking at them

"You know kiddo. You lucky. That Ann going easy on you." Rochelle said

"Yes. But I don't want to give a kid a heat attack by giving him to much pleasure. Only strong slaves some of my ladies like you Rochelle can take it. Remember Rochelle that how you put your last two slaves in a coma for a while. You put 5 in the hospital" Ann said "In fact after I put baby to bed. I am going to show you what I really can do Rochelle"

"Yes. Your right I do get overzealous. Oh he loving this attention"

He blushed again

"Look at him. He about to pass out. Look at the smile on his face. Why you naughty little tramp." Ann said.

The man came and passed out. He was nice and clean. She got him up and dried him up. She put him over the shoulder. Rochelle all ready had soup left out. She place him on the table and slapped him awake. She fed him some soup then jerked the last of his cum out. He gave him a long breath sucking kiss. Her tongue filled his mouth as he passed out from exhaustion.

She laid him in bed and kissed his forehead.

"Now for you" Ann growled

She grabbed Rochelle and slammed her in the bed. 



Nurse Anna



A couple of months ago, Scott and I made a plan to get away to Las Vegas for a weekend then disaster struck - he broke his ankle in a pick-up basketball game!

We had chosen Vegas since I had become comfortable enough with "Anna" to go out in public and it would give me the chance to go a full weekend as her. A first of what I hoped would be many. 

Now that Scott was laid up for the foreseeable future, I knew he would need some special care in his time of need. 

For our trip I had bought this really sexy nurse outfit, a result of his fantasy to have sex with a hot nurse, I figured this was a good a time as any to put it to use. So, I called him up and told him I was coming over to "ease his pain" since he was so bummed out that we were not going. 

I set about getting ready and that nurse outfit I bought was all sorts of sexy! It was a white, stretchy form fitting garter dress. I also had some hot white fishnet stockings, a cute white and red choker, finishing it off with some super sexy white sling-back sandals with a 6" heel. 

If you read my previous story you know I am sucker for the Bettie Page style, so I put on my best Bettie wig and some bright red lipstick to top off my makeup (if you want a visual idea, see the Olivia painting of Bettie as a nurse), I was looking too hot! 

Needless to say this got me real horny. So in order to burn off some of this energy so I didn't explode before I got to Scott's, I decided to take matters into my own hands. 

I sat on the edge of my bed in front of my full length mirror, spreading my legs and rubbing myself all over. I took out some lube, my favorite red devil butt plug and started to get my ass ready for the cock I love!

Once I had that bad boy in I started stroking my now throbbing cock. Masturbating myself while wiggling on my butt plug was awesome! Forgive my ego boys but I love watching myself in the mirror because it gets me so turned on and in no time flat I was pumping streams of my own cum into the air and my hand. Not wanting to be wasteful, I licked up all I could off of my fingers. 

I re-lubed my plug, fixed myself, threw on an overcoat, and off I went.

Since it was dark I felt okay with driving to Scott's house. The really cool part was the looks I was getting along the way from guys in passing cars! I managed to get one poor soul slapped by his wife when I blew him a kiss at a stop light! I felt 10 times sexier than ever after that drive and way too hot to handle when I got there. 

I pulled into Scott's garage and made my way into the house, calling out for him as I entered. 

"I am up here on the couch", he replied. "Can you please grab me a beer on the way in?" is what followed and I gladly obliged. 

I seductively said "Is a beer all you want?" as I turned the corner into the living room giving him a first glimpse of me. 

His jaw dropped and his eyes practically popped out of his head. "Oh my god" is all he could muster and he kept repeating it over and over like a kid on Christmas. 

"I knew you needed some at home care, so I thought no one better than me to provide it" I purred at him as walked towards him. 

"Anna, I cannot believe this. I have always wanted this and you went way beyond my expectations" he continued "I am so sorry about messing up the Vegas plans".

I hushed him by putting my finger to his lips as I set the beer down. "I bought this for our trip as a surprise and you ended up giving me a reason to use it anyway", "Do you like it?"

He replied, "Baby you look so damn hot, I don't know if I can handle you this way!"

"Good" I said "I guess I'll just have to nurse you back to health so you can". 

With that I straddled him and we started kissing deeply, our tongues eagerly running into each other's mouths. He stopped and remarked how bad a girl I was for not having any panties on all the while I could feel that 8 inch toy growing hard against my thigh.

"Yeah, but you like bad girls like me" I said as I thrust my tongue back into his mouth. Then stopping myself to say "Let me show you how bad I am!"

With that I got up off of him, careful to avoid his now cast covered lower right leg, and knelt in front of him. I had him sit up while I lifted off his shirt and I planted another deep one on him only pausing to tell him how sexy I thought he was with his day old stubble. 

Then I had him lift his hips to get him out of those shorts. His cock jumped up into my face at full attention and I kissed the tip then gave it a quick lick as I pulled the shorts the rest of the way off; telling him that as his nurse I felt he needed a tongue bath.

I started to lick him all over starting with his ears, to his neck, chest, and down to his legs. I lovingly washed my tongue over him and lost myself in his moans as I worked my way back up to his cock. Once there, I took it into my hand and starting licking it all over like you do when you are trying to catch ice cream running down your hand. Savoring every lick as I gave my man pleasure all while working down to his balls giving them the tongue bath I promised. I sucked each one into my mouth and hummed as I did, again basking in the moment as I gave Scott so much pleasure with my mouth and tongue. 

I licked and sucked my way back up the shaft and took him into my mouth as I felt his hand slide across my face. I looked into his eyes and started to suck him for all I was worth. I kept my eyes focused on him as I watched his eyes roll into his head, moaning all the while as I deep throated him over and over. At the same time I am furiously stroking my cock again and on the verge of having another great orgasm with my man firmly planted in my mouth. 

Scott senses what is going on and makes me stop; then makes me straddle him and feed him my achingly hard cock. He takes me into his mouth and within mere moments of his magic tongue work I am shooting cum into his mouth, screaming out loud as I erupt. After that we share a warm, deep kiss as I taste my juice on my lovers tongue enjoying every twist and turn of it. 

I look down and see that he has the most raging hard on I have ever seen him with. I breathlessly ask "It seems you have something you want your nurse to feel?" "Do you want your nurse to help you with that?"

He looks at my devilishly and hisses "Yes". "I want you to heal me Nurse Anna". 

"Then you need to help me with something first", he looks at me confused as I stand up. "You need to take something out for me so we can get started" I say as I turn around and bend over revealing the end of my red devil butt plug. "Take it out dear so there is room for you" I tell him as I wiggle my ass for him. 

He laughs and tells me how naughty I am as I feel his fingers grab the edges. Instead of pulling it out right away, he starts to fuck me with it all the while licking and kissing my ass all over. You can imagine that I was getting weak in the knees as he pushed all my buttons sliding that plug in and out of me, and then teasing my bud with his tongue, then again with the tip of the plug making me even more aroused than I thought I could be. 

Finally I stood back up and turned around, pushed him back on the couch and lubed up his cock. "Nurse Anna wants what is hers" I told him as I straddled him again taking that massive 8 inch prick in my hand to guide it to my hole. With that I easily lower myself on to that delicious cock and started riding him. 

I rode him like never before bucking and grinding, moving my hips all around as I massaged his cock with my ass. I braced myself against his chest as I slammed my ass into him over and over yelling at him to "fuck me hard" and the air filled with our moans as he grabbed my hips, driving up into me. 

We slowed for a moment, both out of breath, and I asked him "Can you still get on top of Nurse Anna?" 

He replied, "Even if my leg was cutoff I still would find a way to". With that I got up off him and laid back on his couch, spreading my legs for him. 

He worked his way around and positioned his leg to be comfortable as possible and lined that sweet, throbbing cock up with my waiting ass. 

"Slide that back into me baby, I got the cure for that inside me" as I winked at him. 

With that he dropped it back into me and it was incredible. I felt the awesome weight of my man on top of me as he thrust in and out giving us both such great pleasure. I wrapped my legs around him pulling him close to me as we kissed passionately then filling the room again with the sounds of our hottest sex ever; louder and more vocal than we could have ever imagined. 

He continued to pump into me, rubbing my legs, squeezing my ass, and just fucking me into the couch. I could tell by the manic thrusting and grunting that he was close to orgasm. Normally, I like him to cum in my mouth or on my face but since this sex was so animalistic I said to him "Cum in me baby, fill me up Scott". 

No sooner said than done. He pumped his dick into me so hard I thought I was going to go through the couch! Believe me it was amazing to feel that cock of his swell even larger and explode deep inside me - It was like fireworks going off as I could feel pulse after pulse as he came!

We laid there and over and over he kept saying "Thank you" in between our kisses. I was glowing with the feeling of my man still inside of me, exhausted from the passion of our loving making, and that I made one of his fantasies come true.

Love, 

Anna



Nurse Banging, M.D.



All Characters in this story of 18 years of age and is a fictional story... 

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Doctor Chad Bennett has been a doctor at St. Hope Hospital for the last 10 years and has been the head of the ER for the last three of those years. However, in the last three weeks he has been butting heads with a nurse hired six weeks ago. Her name is Sophia Maxwell, and to all the other nurses and doctors she was known as the "little hot tamale". Chad had to sit down with Sophia to talk about her issue with him because it could mean Sophia losing her job in the end. 

Chad followed Sophia into the locker room to talk, but all he was seeing now was this gorgeously tanned, half-naked nurse in front of him. With her back to him he could see her tattoo: a Caduceus symbol with two cobras snaking themselves up the medical pole. As Chad cleared his throat to get Sophia's attention she turned around without covering herself up, showing off her magnificent tits with a tan-on Playboy Bunny close to her areola and nipple. Chad thought those damn thangs have to be at least a D-Cup or maybe even a double D-cup. 

Sophia isn't some short woman. She has to be at least 5'8" with a great hourglass figure. 

Chad was shocked as hell that she was so calm with him standing there staring at her, especially as much as they had been at each other's throats lately. 

"Can I help you doctor?" 

Chad spoke up and said, "Yes nurse, we need to talk about your behavior towards me. So if you can meet me in an hour outside by the coffee cart we can talk about your job and what your issue is with me." 

"No problem Doc," Sophia said. 

Chad turned and walked out of the locker room to finish some items before meeting with Sophia, but he was thinking about those tits and wanting to kiss that damn bunny. 

***** 

Chad was getting a cup of coffee when he noticed Sophia sitting on a bench waiting for him. He walked over to her, asked if she wanted a cup, and sat beside her to talk when she politely refused. Sophia told him that the real reason she had been acting the way she has towards him was because she had feelings for him. She said that every time they touched or got close she could feel the tingle in her pussy and the only reason she's hit him or shouted out at him was to drive him away so she didn't jump him then and there. 

The doctor was shocked that Sophia had feelings for him. 

"What about now Sophia?" He asked her. She looked into his eyes and could see the lust Chad had for her. 

"Well your eyes tell me know that if we weren't outside in public you would probably take me right here and right now," she replied. Chad just nodded his head at Sophia. "Think we could give it a try?" she asked. 

Chad, finally able to speak, told her "I would love that. Why don't you meet me in the construction area of the hospital tonight after shift and will see what our sparks for each other will do." 

Sophia told Chad to just be ready for the wild ride that she would give him that night. 

*** 

Chad was done and headed for the elevator to go up to the construction floor. Chad had been thinking about Sophia the rest of his shift in the ER. He only saw her once when a gunshot victim came in, but he still couldn't quit thinking about her. 

Because he knew there was a couple of bedroom suites that already had hospital beds in them an that was where he was texting Sophia to meet him in room 383. Chad walked into the room and to his surprise their Sophia stood mostly naked, only wearing her high socks and sneakers. 

"I'm waiting to see what your packing in those scrubs doctor." Sophia says to Chad. 

"Well why don't you bring that sexy Latin ass of yours over here and find out Sophia." 

Sophia walks across the room and wraps her arms around Chad's neck, rubbing her full tits against his scrubs. She plants a deep, sexy kiss against his lips hoping he will open up and let her in. He does as she drags her tongue across his lips then deep into his mouth until they're trading back and forth with their tongues in each other's mouth. Sophia nibbles on Chad's tongue and starts to suck on it. She can feel his dick hardening against her body and now wants to truly find out what he is packing. She drops to her knees in front of Chad's bulge covered scrubs. 

Sophia pulled on Chad's scrubs pulling them down to his ankles. She stood back amazed at what was hanging there staring her in the face. Chad's cock was plump like a soda can, bigger and longer than any she had ever seen before. Her mouth began to water as she wondered what it would taste like. Just hanging there it looked like 9 inches but Chad told Sophia it could grow to 11 inches long. 

She thought about the length. Well, that was something her pussy was just going to have to try, whether it fit or not. Sophia grabbed a hold of the base of Chad's cock and started to stroke it while Chad reached down to rub her tits and pinch at her nipples. 

"You've got good hands," she complimented Chad while she focused on his dick. "And you've got a huge dick. Bet a lot of girls couldn't handle this entire log! You're so long and thick. The head seems to be as big as a billiard ball! God I'm going to love this!" 

As she started to milk his dick like you would milk a cow, she thought of a great idea. She got Chad to kick off the rest of his scrubs and made him spread his legs wider as she crawled underneath him. In this position she started milking his cock with her. Sophia got a good hold of Chad's cock inside her mouth by arching her back underneath him. Her nose would be buried in Chad's asshole in this position, but it gave her an angle to sallow him whole. 

Sophia found out that she had no gag reflex at all when she took Chad deep in her throat. She could feel that she had taken all of him, and in this position if he shot his load it would go straight to her tummy. She liked that idea, but before she could think about it more she notice that Chad's dick was growing in her mouth. Suddenly she tasted something salty and sweet so she pulled her head back and her mouth off his cock. As she did, she saw the true size of his cock and what looked like pre-cum dripping from its head. 

Sophia ran a finger along the slit of his head, sucked it into her mouth, and moaned in joy that it was the same taste that she just recently had. She wanted more of that 'ooey gooey goodness' coming from his cock. Hungrily devouring his cock, Sophia didn't care whether she tasted Chad's pre-cum or the real thing. It wasn't long before Chad came in her mouth. Sophia felt it rushing down her throat as Chad finished up draining his nuts. As she pulled her mouth off of his cock she tasted what was left on his head with a big slurping sound. She liked that taste and feeling of his cock. 

Chad knew it would take a couple minutes to recharge. He took that time to grab Sophia and bend her over against the bed. Her pussy lips were wet with her juices as Chad went on a primal attack of her cunt licking up all her juices and then eating her pussy out until she came again and again. She was moaning his name so loud that he was glad they were in an empty wing. 

With Sophia still bent over, her hands touching the bed, Chad's cock was ready, but Sophia's legs were like jell-o after the tongue lashing Chad just gave her. Not caring, he stood behind her and promptly filled her pussy with his cock. She was still hot and wet as his rigid monster slid in easily at first, more slowly as the last inches forced their way in her. She gasped and started to stagger forward, but he held her hips firm. 

"Stand still, Sophia," Chad grunted. "Just relax. Your pussy will stretch. You can take it. You're going to love it." He started pumping, quickly picking up the pace until his balls were slapping against her lovely ass cheeks. He decided to let his hands join the fun, smacking her ass lightly, watching the firm flesh bounce under his touch. 

Chad was drilling her hard and fast, feeling her pussy clenching at his cock and hearing her gasp in short, excited breaths as she built to another climax. When she came, her legs went limp and he let her fall to the bed as he continued to bang her pussy as hard as he could. Chad was loving how hot and tight she was and knew since he already unloaded one round earlier he could go for a while. He hoped Sophia's pussy could handle the pounding it was going to receive. 

Chad's cock slammed into her juicy cunt about a dozen times until he felt her juices coating his shaft. Then, Chad pulled out of her cunt. With Sophia still laid out on the bed and with her ass sticking in the air he felt this was the perfect time to try Sophia's little ass hole as he stuffed his pussy-lubricated cock into her ass. She stifled a cry by putting a hand in her mouth. 

Chad pulled both of her arms behind her back and used them as a handle to pull her back off the bed to continue the forceful pounding he has been giving her as he steadily worked more and more of his cock up that tight ass, feeling it stretch reluctantly to take every inch. Chad grunted, fucking her hard and fast, feeling his dick sink deep into her ass hole. It was hitting parts of her that she felt no man would ever be able to reach but this man that was pounding her ass was hitting those spots just perfectly. She screamed out Chad's name and was saying so many dirty words to him to just continue to fuck her...harder and faster. 

Chad pulled out of her ass hole and just let his dick hang there and flipped Sophia over. He decided to climb up on the bed with her to bang her some more. 

Carefully Chad again wedged his dick into the tightness of her pussy. Chad was standing over her, his dick pointed almost straight down. It hurt a little to push it down at that angle! He was so erect! 

Again and again he lowered himself over her tight pussy. The shaft of his dick bent slightly and then would penetrate another fraction of an inch. Despite the vise-like tightness of her cunt Chad was slowly forcing more and more of his dick into Sophia. 

Sophia was whimpering again. Small cries were forced from her as Chad drilled into her deeper and deeper. When he was at least three inches deep into her she had another orgasm! 

"Fuck, so big, so BIG! Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh! Ugh, um, ugh! More, morrre! Oh, God, look at that big fucking DICK!" Her voice rose in volume and pitch as he kept trying to pump more cock into her. 

Her hands clutched at Chad's hips, pulling him strongly downward, into her hot sopping pussy. 

"Oh, god, I'm cumming again! You haven't even gotten all the way into me and I'm going toooo CUUUUMMMM! Argh! Oh, Fuck, FUCK GODDAMN, YeOWWWW! Ah! OH! WAAAHHHHH! Huh, huh,, huh, huh!" She was totally out of control! Chad could see her stomach muscles flex and contract as the orgasm spasms rolled through her body. 

"Huh, ah, oh, fuck, damn, fuck, dick, pussy, cunt, my cunt! Dick, big. Hard. Hard, harder my, fuck, my cunt, harder. Ram, ram, ram it down. Bastard, fuck me HARDER!" With another soul wrenching wail she broke into another spasm of orgasm. 

With her legs in the air and his weight above her, she could hardly move. Chad was staring down into her eyes watching the pleasure wash over her. As Chad watched he saw her get swept away in passion. She was crying loudly, the tears pouring out of her eyes, dripping into her hair and ears. Her face was flushed, sweat was beaded up on her forehead, and she looked gorgeous! Chad had never seen any woman cum like this in his life. 

"Christ! Fucker! Hard! Big, hard! Fuck, bastard! Deeper! I want it deeper! AAHHhhhh!" she screamed at the top of her lungs! 

She was panting and crying beneath him. She could barely get enough air into her lungs. Her panting filled the room. Her lips were moving but Chad couldn't hear what she was trying to say any more. 

Chad was resting, his dick still only partially sunk into her pussy. Chad started to pull back but her hands clung to his hips, her fingernails digging in. She was trying to shake her head, her tits rocking with the movement of her head. 

She licked her lips while staring deep into his eyes. "Muh, muh." She panted. She waited, gathering her strength and sucking air into her lungs. "More, don't stop, I want more! Fuck me! Please, don't stop! More! Fuck me as deep as you can!!" 

"Okay!" 

"And don't stop!" she commanded him. "No matter what, don't stop! I want it all!" 

"Alright, here goes," Chad muttered. 

Chad lowered himself, forcing his dick back into her pussy. Her eyes widened and she began panting again. Chad hoped that he was not hurting her. But she had made it clear that he was to fuck her until she begged him to stop or until he came. 

Slowly, as Chad worked over her, he sank more and more of his dick into her. When Chad reached the half way mark Sophia put one hand on her stomach and, using just the tips of her fingers, began to caress her clit. Within seconds she came again with a huge shout! 

Chad didn't even slow down. She continued to gently stroke her clit in time with his movements. Chad could see tremors of lust, spasms of orgasm, wash through her. She was crying out loud again. Her voice forming no words, but the message clear: Sophia was cumming almost continually! 

Gasping for breath himself now Chad was driving at least nine inches deep into her and still had inches to go. His legs were trembling with the effort of lifting himself up and down. Deeper and deeper Chad sank into her. Chad hadn't hit bottom yet, he wondered if she WOULD be able to take it all. Chad wanted to find out! 

Shrill cries announced another orgasm. Her legs hung limply now, her feet resting over her head. All of her strength seemed to be concentrated around her groin. Her stomach was clenching and loosening. Her cunt flexed strongly around his thick dick deep inside her. 

For a few seconds she rested a hand on her cunt, letting his dick slide through her thumb and forefinger as Chad continued to drill deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her pussy had stretched and Chad was able to go faster now. 

She was still cumming almost constantly. 

With a groan Chad sank balls deep into her. He had gotten his entire dick into her! Few women had been able to take it, and Sophia had enjoyed the whole process! 

With a deep groan Chad sank down onto her. He rolled her back flat underneath him, her legs sagging weakly around his legs. Her eyes were staring into nothingness, her tongue wetting her lips as she continued to pant and moan. Her hands pulled his face to her and she rained kisses on his face while her hips shifted from side to side. Her pussy clenched and flexed on the length of his dick. 

She became quiet beneath him. Chad could tell something was happening. She had stopped breathing. She seemed to be listening for something - her attention was focused inward. Chad felt a tremor start deep in her pussy. Pulse-like contractions milked him from root to tip! Once, twice, three times. Chad felt her hips tremble. 

Suddenly her eyes shot open and with a tremendous yell she began to buck and toss beneath him. Her arms and legs wrapped around him in a crushing grip. Her pussy was spasming and clenching in a wild rhythm! With a tremendous groan of his own Chad emptied his nuts into her pussy. 

Her pussy was unable to contain it all! Pussy juice and cum leaked out around his thick dick! Her cunt convulsions caused spurts of their combined juice to shoot out between them. For several minutes she kept this up. 

As suddenly as she had begun she stopped. With a final, sighing exhale she completely collapsed, unconscious! 

After a few minutes of rest she had regained her senses. They were still entwined on the hospital bed, his dick still lodged deep inside her. "All of it, I took all of it! What a huge, thick, long, fucking dick! And I took it all! Jesus!" 

Her eyes were alight. 

"I can't believe it," she giggled. "I took it all!" 

"I know, I know!" Chad told her. "You got it all! Now what are we going to do with it?" She started to laugh and Chad laughed along with her. 

Chad felt her breasts shake between them. They were massive, hugely soft pillows of flesh. Chad cupped as much of one as he could and squeezed lightly. 

"You are still in me!" she marvelled. 

"Your cunt won't let me go!" Chad pointed out. It was true. Chad had tried to pull out of her and found that they were practically glued together with our juices and her arms and legs wrapped around him. And she didn't want to let him go! Chad's dick wasn't erect, but it wasn't totally soft again either. 

"Just fuck me again! Just fuck the hell out of me again!" Sophia insisted. 

So Chad began to again rock back and forth. Pulling back a little and pushing back Chad began to fuck her. Farther and farther he pulled back until Chad was plunging full length! Chad was giving her full-length strokes; almost pulling completely free and then ramming all the way into her! 

As soon as Chad had established a rhythm he began to speed up his pace. Within minutes Sophia was once again giving full vent to an orgasm that shook her entire body. Chad kept up the pace for minutes until he was on the edge of cumming. Then he slowed and paused while she recovered from her latest series of cums. 

"Honey, honey, honey!" She drew him to her eager mouth for a searing kiss. She was drenched in sweat as was he. Her tongue probed deep into his mouth as they kissed. 

"I can feel you in me," she panted. "You're so fucking hard. I want you to cum in me! I want to feel you pump your cum into my pussy!" 

"Well, give me a moment to catch my breath! We've been fucking for almost an hour! That takes something out of a guy, you know!" 

"You are a magnificent fuck!" She reassured me. "I've never, ever had orgasms like these before. God, I thought I was going to die of pleasure! Why not let me do some of the work!" 

"Fine by me," Chad replied. "Do you want to ride on top for a while?" 

"I've never done that," she informed him. "But I'd love to try it!" 

Without uncoupling they managed to slide down on the bed and roll over so he was on the bottom. Her eyes were inches from his as she gained her balance over him. 

"Ooohh," she cooed. "I like this. I think you get in a little deeper this way!" 

Chad could only nod in agreement. 

"Now let me see..." she pulled her knees up and hunched over him. With a look of concentration on her face she began to try some movements. She quickly got the knack and began to rock back and forth on top of him. 

Her breasts served as a pivot point between them. She was moving up and back on top of him. Her tits remained mashed in place between them while she rocked and rocked. Those vast pillows covered his entire upper body. Chad could feel her nipples as they slid back and forth. 

"What else can I do?" she panted as she continued to work over him. 

"Try just moving your cunt up and down. Or try sitting up and pumping your whole body up and down on my cock." Chad suggested. 

Tentatively, and then with more assurance she did as Chad had suggested. Gathering her feet under her she began to rise up on his cock shaft and then drop down. Up and down she went, up and down. 

Lying on his back and watching her work his gaze was brought to her fabulous tits. They would seem to hesitate as she rose then they would rise with her. As she reached the top of her stroke and began to slide down his stiff dick they would seem to rise further, hesitate and then drop heavily! As her movements became faster and faster her huge tits bounced and shook, shimmied and quaked! Her nipples stood at attention, as her breasts bounced again and again. 

She began to rock back and forth again. Her pace quickened, her tits swinging and swaying in time with her movement. 

Slap, slap, slap. Her boobs rocked against one another. They caromed against her arms, bounced off her torso and occasionally brushed against his chest even though she was sitting almost upright on top of him. 




Nurse Banging, M.D.



She began to pant louder and louder; within minutes she was keening and yelping again as she approached another orgasm. When it hit she dropped flat on his chest, her loins beating a rapid rhythm against his pelvis. Crying with happiness she was almost breathless as she recovered. 

She shifted a little again, causing his cock to rub hidden areas of her cunt. Her eyes misted over with lust. 

"Now are you all rested, dear? Are you ready to fuck my brains out again? You haven't cum nearly as often as I have and that's not fair!" 

"Honey, you know men can't cum like that! You'd kill me by dehydration!" 

"Still, you are hard again. And I think we should put it to good use!" 

"Do you want me to cum in you again? Or all over your super tits?" Chad asked. 

"Inside me this time. This won't be the last time we fuck! You can squirt all over my tits later. Right now, FUCK ME!" 

Laughing, Chad grabbed hold of her and rolled them both over. She smiled up at him as their hips began to move in unison. 

Faster and faster they moved. Chad knew that this time he was not going to stop until he had emptied his balls! Chad's hips were slapping against hers as they moved. She was pushing up at him as fast as she could move. 

Chad watched her eyes and saw that she was again close to an orgasm. And soon she was yipping and crying again. She screamed out him name, called on God to help her and plunged through an enormous orgasm. 

Chad kept up the pace. His dick was as stiff as if he had never cum before. Faster and faster he went. Sophia was unable to keep up the pace, she was just lying under him, and taking everything that Chad could give her. 

Her boobs bounced, thrust into motion by him fucking they swayed and rocked. On the up stroke they almost buried her face. On the down stroke they hit the bed to either side of her. Sometimes they seemed to just hover over her chest, quivering like great fleshy pancakes. 

Watching her tits really turned him on. And Sophia knew it. 

"See how my big titties shake for you? Do you see how big they are? Sophia has the biggest tits ever! You love to watch them don't you? Do they turn you on? Cum for me lover, squirt into me! Do you think my titties look bigger if I hold them together like this? She panted as she pushed her tits closer with her forearms. "See how nice they look for you? I know you love my huge titties. I want to see you cum while you look at my super big titties." 

With a groan he sped up as much as he could. Her cunt was a squelching wet mess as they fucked. More and more cum churned in his balls as Chad kept fucking her. 

With a loud groan Chad drove as deeply into her as he could and the first rope of jism rocketed into her. Time and time again Chad spurted. Again her cunt and womb could not hold it all. Sperm squirted out of her overloaded cunt to puddle beneath her. 

Sophia was screaming in pleasure as she joined Chad in orgasm! Again he spurted, until all that was left was a weak dribble. With a cry of pleasure Sophia pulled him to her and held him close. She pushed one huge breast up so Chad could suckle on its nipple. 

"Never leave, lover. You have to fuck me like that every day! I'll do anything for you please stay." She was only saying out loud the things he was thinking to himself. Chad promised he would stay like that as long as they could.  

They fell asleep there on the Hospital Bed.



Nurse Becky's Adventures



This is just a light-hearted bit of amusing smut I wrote for fun, not to be taken seriously! First attempt at writing something original rather than fanfic. I used to work in a hospital so have a vested interest in all-things medical. I must point out that nothing in this fic is based on hospital folks I worked with in real life! 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any real persons, living or dead. The author retains full rights to this work. 

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Chapter 1 

In which Nurse Becky starts her new job 

"I never reckoned you were serious about becoming a nurse. I guess I was wrong though. Hope it all goes well on your first day!"

"Thanks, Gemma." My older sister has always been sceptical about me training to be a staff nurse. Come to think of it, so have my parents. I'm determined to prove them all wrong.

"The pay's lousy though. And the NHS is in crisis. Are you sure you'll be able to stick it out?"

Gemma is as subtle as a bigot on a diversity awareness course.

"I find it very rewarding helping people. I'm a born people-pleaser."

Gemma sniffs and shakes her head. "Well you're braver than me. I'm squeamish. The sight of someone being sick just freaks me out. Watching Holby City is bad enough."

"It's people like you that give being healthy a bad name," I reply.

"Sorry sis. You know we're all over the moon that you've landed that job at Little Rogering."

Little Rogering General Hospital is a lot smaller than the city hospitals I worked at during my training. It resembles an old Soviet tower block. Brutalist architecture at its finest. As I go through the swing doors two nurses are coming out.

"Stupid little bitch thought your sternum was what you sat on," says the first.

Just inside the door is a pigeon hole behind which sits a pigeon wearing glasses. She coos softly to herself when I explain that I have an appointment with Sister Brenda O'Connor.

"Rebecca Gibson?" She rises up slightly and leans forward as if she is wishing to confirm that I have brought the lower half of my body with me. Apparently satisfied, she sinks back and gives me totally unmemorable directions of which I can recall no more than that I have to go to the third floor.

I get into the elevator and for some reason that I will never understand, press the button marked four. I immediately press three but the elevator glides contemptuously past my destination and stops on the fourth floor. The doors slide open and I am faced by an old man in a wheelchair and another nurse who is escorting him. He is wearing a dressing gown and seems half-asleep. The nurse has no sooner pushed her patient into the elevator when she slaps her forehead.

"Crap. I've gone and left his records in the ward. Hang on here for a moment, will you?"

Before I can say anything, she's disappeared down the corridor. No sooner has she hurried off, the patient's eyes open a fraction, rather like a crocodile as it waits to ambush its prey. I am probably being mean here comparing him to a crocodile as he seems like a sweet old man. He is smiling at me now.

"Get your tits out!"

Before I can be certain that I'm hearing right, he's pressed the button marked B for Basement and the doors are closing.

"Please, we must wait!" I shout.

"We'll go down to the basement and play a quick game of 'Naughty Nanas' in there," says the sprightly old goat. "You don't mind a few pink patches on your arse do you?"

"What? But I'm running late and I still haven't found Sister O'Connor yet!"

"Don't waste your time. She's the ugliest woman in the hospital." He suddenly propels his chair across the elevator and pins me against the wall. "Come here. I want to take handfuls of you."

He's a man of his word too. When I come to think about it, he must be the oldest and dirtiest man I've ever met.

"Stop doing that!" I squeal thinking that his sense of direction hasn't faltered over the years. "You can't go around doing things like that!"

"Up guards and at 'em! I'm eighty-seven and I could teach you young lasses a thing or two!" He whips open his dressing gown and once again proves his point. Holy crap. Much as it distresses me to look at his cock, I must say it looks more ramrod than shamrod.

The door slides open and I catch a glimpse of an amazed Asian man in scrubs leaning against a trolley. Hurriedly I press the button for the fourth floor.

"You were in the army, were you?" I humour the wizened pervert.

"The RAF actually. That's where you meet 'em. Big, wobbling tits slapping against your belly. That's the stuff to give the pilots, eh?"

"It's very nice," I say. "But don't you think you ought to put it away now?"

"I know where I'd like to put it. You've got a firm butt my dear."

"Thanks. Can I have it back now?" For a senior citizen he sure has strong fingers. I can hardly prise them off my trousers.

The doors slide open on the fourth floor and there's an astonished nurse blinking at us.

"What happened to you, Mr Norris?"

The old git shrinks into his wheelchair. "She tried to elope with me."

"He went mad the minute you disappeared," I say lowering my voice discreetly. "He started mauling me and suggested we do inappropriate things in the boiler room."

The nurse looks at me in a way that might be described as strange.

"She pressed the button!"

"You wicked old man." I round on him so fiercely that he sinks even lower into his chair. The nurse is looking at me suspiciously. "Do you work here?"

I gave her the famous Becky Gibson smile. "Yes. Today's my first day. I've come to see Sister O'Connor."

"What were you doing on the fourth floor?"

"I pressed the wrong button."

"Don't leave her here with me," croaks Mr Norris pathetically.

"Hasn't he done this before?" I whisper.

I receive another suspicious glance. "On Dunlivin Ward he's known as Mr Sunshine. All the staff are very fond of him. He's a model patient."

Sister O'Connor is a ruddy-cheeked fortysomething woman who could make the likes of Beth Ditto look like a size zero. She smiles and welcomes me onto the ward.

"We're all really delighted to have you join the team here," she says to me in a broad Irish accent. "This hospital needs more eager and open-minded young people."

"I am always eager and willing," I say...

Chapter 2

In which Sister O'Connor instructs Becky on how male patients are prepared for catheter insertion.

My first task of the day is tending to Josh, an attractive man in his early twenties like myself, who's been involved in an RTA. He's come straight up from A&E and at first glance seems to be in a bad way but has stabilized nicely. He's got a broken right leg, fractured ribs and both hands are tightly bandaged. His leg will require surgery to fit some titanium rods into his shattered femur. As I insert a cannula and IV line, I notice him staring nervously at me.

"Are you comfortable? Is there anything you need?" I smile to him.

"Nurse...I really need to pee," he exclaims, looking embarrassed.

I was confused as I thought he'd already been catheterized. "Okay, I'll be right back with a bedpan."

Josh shakes his head. "Can't use one when I'm hard," he groans, moving the bedsheet down with difficulty due to his bandaged hand. "It's driving me mad."

"Oh." I murmur, feeling my cheeks suddenly reddening. He's pitching quite a tent there in those green scrub pajamas. For all my training, I've never encountered a patient with a raging hard-on before. Until now that is. There's a first time for everything. Sister O'Connor seems to have sensed that there's a bit of a problem and enters the cubicle.

"Something wrong Nurse Gibson?"

"Well sort of," I reply. I explain Josh's dilemma.

Sister O'Connor's face relaxes into a smile. "Oh is that all? I'll easily fix that for you," she adds with a wink. "You'll find that this sort of thing happens quite a lot with male patients. Especially the younger ones." She pulls the curtains round the cubicle.

"Fetch one of those will you?" she says, indicating the stack of grey cardboard bowls on the cabinet, normally used for patients to be sick in. Sister O'Connor pulls on a pair of surgical gloves and Josh suddenly looks extremely nervous, fearing she's about to shove a ruddy great hypodermic into his cock. I wonder what the hell she's planning to do. To my surprise she then whips out a tube of KY jelly from her tunic pocket. My eyes widen. I assume that's to help the catheter line slide in more easily.

"Always remember never use the regular hand gel on sensitive areas like the genitals," Sister O'Connor says. "It contains alcohol and can cause an allergic reaction in some patients."

I nod. I don't see any sign of a catheter. "Are you preparing to insert it?"

"We can't insert anything until his boner's been sorted out," she replies, pulling down the bedsheet and unfastening the ties on Josh's pajama bottoms. "Now don't you worry sweetheart," Sister O'Connor grins. "I'll have your chap under control in no time. No need to feel awkward."

She pulls down his pants and I find myself gawping at his impressive eight-inch erection. I know it's unprofessional to stare but damn! Mind you, what Sister O'Connor is doing doesn't exactly seem professional. She lubes up her gloves with the gel and slips a chubby hand round his cock. Josh lets out a moan. He can't quite believe this is happening. Neither can I. I'm pretty sure this isn't part of standard NHS patient care regulations! But Sister O'Connor's jacking him off as though it's as routine as taking a patient's blood pressure. Josh's member makes my ex-boyfriend Andy seem so small by comparison. I sigh, feeling strangely aroused as I continue to watch. Sister O'Connor is giving Josh one hell of a handjob, her thick arm rising and falling faster than a fiddler's elbow. I guess that's why she's the most experienced member of nursing staff on the ward.

"Oh God," Josh groans, as his balls are caressed and squeezed.

"He's nearly there," Sister O'Connor exclaims as she continues to pump his meat furiously. "Have that bowl ready for when he cums."

"Yes Sister," I reply. I feel unbearably hot all of a sudden and the wetness between my thighs is growing.

"Ahhh!" Josh jerks his head back and a white streak of cum shoots from his cock. Most of it lands in the bowl but some splashes on my hand, which I wipe off quickly.

"Better now?" Sister O'Connor whispers and Josh just nods, a huge smile spreading across his face. I've never seen a more contented looking patient. She removes her gloves and takes the bowl from me, depositing it in the clinical waste bin. "He'll be softening in no time so try him with the bottle again and then we'll fettle him up with a catheter."

I follow her out of the cubicle. "Do you really do that often?" I say, astonished.

"Here at Little Rogering General, we always ensure that patients' needs are met and we do things a bit differently to other hospitals. The patient was clearly in distress and needed a hand." She tapped her nose to indicate that what she'd done was a kind of don't ask, don't tell thing.

"I understand." I wonder if she's ever had to deal with the geriatric pervert Mr Norris. The thought of giving him a handjob fills me with dread. I return to Josh's bedside a few minutes later with a bottle to find that his erection has subsided.

"Finally," he groans. "I'm bursting and can't hold it much longer!"

"Will you be able to go now?"

"God, I hope so," he replies and I take hold of his now flaccid cock and aim it at the bottle. Josh moans with relief as he starts to pee. "By the way," he whispers, "what your superior did just then was amazing. I've never had such a great handjob. I would've preferred it if it had been you doing it though! No offence to the Sister but you're way more of a hottie. Maybe next time?"

I doubt there'll be a next time as he'll have a catheter inserted and is due to have surgery tomorrow.

"We'll see!" I say with a wink.

I'm pleased that all of Josh's needs have been met. I think I'm going to enjoy working here at Little Rogering General Hospital. I wonder what the rest of the week will bring?

Chapter 3

In which Becky has a close encounter with a paramedic.

Working the night shift at Little Rogering is a rather relaxed affair and gives ample opportunity for a quick legover - and many of the medics make their rounds with a twinkle in their eye, not to mention with love bites clearly visible.

They say NHS casualty wards are on the brink of meltdown and everyone's rushed off their feet like blue-arsed flies. Little Rogering must be in some kind of alternate reality where overcrowded wards don't exist and all targets are met. There doesn't seem to be much trouble here in the form of drunks and the mortality rate is the lowest I've seen - certainly the patients that sadly do pass away here always go peacefully. One elderly man didn't make it tonight. I hope Sister O'Connor didn't wank him to death.

I'm finding it hard to visit the linen closet without interrupting Ryan, one of the male nurses here who's just met with his latest conquest for a quickie. In tonight's case it's one of the porters. I had no idea the linen closet was a cottaging hotspot. I must try to remember that so to avoid future interruptions. I found a buttplug wedged between a stack of pajamas this morning. Ryan swears it wasn't his. I wonder who it belonged to?

When it comes to sex pests, in this respect, the most persistent character is Jeff Bonehard, a paramedic in his early forties who seems to spend most of his time up here roaming the wards rather than down in the ambulance bay. He always claims to be on a tea break, but perhaps shag break would be more accurate.

Sister O'Connor finds him amusing. "Oh Jeff, bless him, he's a refugee from the Benny Hill Show. Three divorces under his belt now, too. He's well-known as the Seducer of the Wards. Hasn't he given you an ambulance tour yet? He tends to do that with all the newbie female staff."

"Er, no." I have a feeling it won't be long though. Who's Benny Hill? I'll have to Google that when I get a moment. I'm more of a Game of Thrones fan, though to be honest I hardly watch any telly at all.

Sure enough, Jeff rolls up again here on Burkenhare Ward and isn't slow in making his feelings felt - both by hand and mouth.

"Oh Becky," he grunts. "You're like a bowl of shiny cherries and I want to suck you down to the stones. I dream about you. I can't sleep because of you!"

"How can you dream if you can't sleep?" I say.

"Oh, don't drown me in semantics. I'm tearing my heart out here and offering it to you. How long can you go on spurning me?"

"I think you ought to get back and respond to some 999 calls. There could be some poor soul lying injured and bleeding, desperately waiting for an ambulance to arrive."

"What about me? I'm dying. Have you no compassion? I'm not asking much. Just the benediction of your body. Afterwards I'd love to take you out for a meal and stuff."

Jeff is a guy who does everything in the wrong order - sex first then get to know the girl later. His words would no doubt have feminists baying for him to be castrated. As cringe-worthy as some of the things he says are, I can't help but fancy him. He is attractive, ruggedly built - he looks good in that green jumpsuit and lifting those stretchers in and out of the ambulance has obviously given him a great physique. His hair is steel-grey - a real silver fox and he has the most piercing blue eyes. He'd make a good Christian Grey...I bet he'd be open to all kinds of role play come to think of it. I was watching a documentary last week called Emergency Bikers - all about paramedics. I confess I had a few fantasies after watching that.

"Becky, you don't have to beg me...though I would love to see you kneeling in front of me! I have much to offer your eager mouth. I just adore brunettes such as yourself. And those hazel eyes...a man could drown in those."

"I'm serious about the 999 calls."

"A lot of people who call 999 are chronic malingerers or time-wasters. They cost the NHS a fortune you know. Come on Becks, I'm dying to introduce you to my Sprinter."

My eyes widen but then I realize he's talking about the ambulance.

"How many other women have you introduced?"

Jeff looks a little awkward for the firs time. "Not going to lie, my love-life is like Oklahoma after the tornado. I'm always on the lookout for a future ex-Mrs Bonehard. I keep telling women, look I'm just not long-term marriage material. Sooner or later I will break your heart and cheat. And I do. I suppose that's nothing to be proud of at all but I always believe in being 100% honest about myself. I am a rogue. I am disgusting."

"Do you have kids?"

"Oh yes. One from each marriage and two...unplanned ones from flings. I adore them all. I always make sure I seem them all equally."

I can't believe I'm hearing this. He could give Clint Eastwood a run for his money. Jeff must be paying out a fortune in child maintenance to his exes. I'm surprised he isn't bankrupt but insists he's on good terms with everyone. What a guy. I'm falling under his spell already. He seems to have some indescribable hold over women. Part of me wants to say yes to him, but the other part is screaming 'don't go there!' What to do?

Jeff leans over and plants a kiss on my lips.

"What the...what was that?"

"Just a kiss," he grins. "Well guess I'll head back and sit in the ambulance and ponder about things. Be seeing you..."

My heart's pounding and I feel a bit tingly.

Five minutes later I discreetly make my way down the ambulance bay, trying to act nonchalant.

"I knew you'd come," Jeff grins and nodding to his work partner Terry to make himself scarce. Terry mumbles something to himself, like he's fed up of being booted out of the way every time Jeff's pulled. Poor Terry. He's short, bald and overweight. I doubt he gets much action.

"Right, well I'll go and take another fag break then!" he grumbles.

"Come and inspect my ambulance," Jeff says as I hop inside the back and he quickly checks to make sure no-one's watching before closing the door.

The interior of an ambulance is nothing new to me of course.

"Nice isn't she? The old girl's just been serviced and fitted with some new equipment."

"Lucky for her," I reply. I know how men get attached to their vehicles. Shit, what's happening to me? At this very moment all I want to do is rip off Jeff's jumpsuit, push him onto the stretcher and straddle the thighs whose muscular shape his uniform cannot disguise.

"Feel free to check my vital signs," I murmur. Hey if he can say cheesy lines, so can I.

By the time my fingers find the obvious bulge in the front of his jumpsuit, it's plain to see that Jeff's raring to go.

I quietly pull down my scrub trousers and panties and remove them and lean against the trolley. Stroking my clit gently, I shudder with the intensity of the pleasure that's flooding through me. Jeff watches me as he unzips his jumpsuit, smiling at the sight of my fingers moving rapidly between my spread legs.

"Wow. Just wow. You are something else!"

I turn round to face him. "I'm ready for your rapid response!" I think Jeff's bitten off more than he can chew for a change!

"I'll ride you through the night like a wild mare fleeing through a forest fire, pink tongues of flame licking your gleaming flanks, the night owl's shrieks stifling your broken moans!"

Oh God. I can't help but burst out laughing. How does he come out with such lines? Mind you don't they say the best way to get a woman into bed, or in my case an ambulance stretcher, is to make her laugh?

Jeff climbs on top of me, pulling open my uniform so he can nuzzle his face into my cleavage. His wet lips suck at my nipples through the fabric of my bra, and I reach down to grab hold of his (very large!) cock and guide it inside me. In the excitement, I'd taken just enough of a look at him to realize he's the perfect size to fill me up, and I sigh as he thrusts himself home. This was it, everything I had fantasized about; sex with a horny paramedic who was getting just as much dirty pleasure out of this as I was. As Jeff fucks me with swift, powerful strokes, I arch my body up to meet his, urging him to go faster, harder. My excitement peaks swiftly, suddenly, and I come, turning my head to breathe in the scent of him on his uniform. Jeff's orgasm follows moments later filling me with his seed and he collapses on me, shaking his head as though he can't quite believe what has just happened.




Nurse Becky's Adventures



"Oh God, hand me the defibrillators before I pass out! Wow. That was bloody awesome! Becky! You were like...like a velvet foxglove. No, a fox full stop!"

As we get dressed, there's a knock on the door. I freeze for a moment fearing someone has rumbled us.

"Relax, it's only Terry," Jeff grins, zipping up his jumpsuit. "Poor old sod must've gone through a full pack of Silk Cut by now."

"About flaming time," he grumbles as I open the ambulance door and step out. "Sorry Terry, we didn't mean to keep you waiting," I giggle. He rolls his eyes. "Can't Jeff find a room for once?"

"More fun in an ambulance," Jeff replies. "There's life-saving equipment in here in case something goes wrong at a critical moment of copulation!"

Terry looks unamused. "I'm getting sick of this," he moans.

"That's just because you can't get laid."

"Aww don't be mean," I say. "You might get lucky, Terry." I plant a kiss on his cheek. He blushes crimson, like a shy little schoolboy who's stumbled upon YouPorn for the first time.

"I think I'm in love," Jeff mutters to Terry. "I really do."

I hurry back inside the hospital. I've had a more-than extended tea break. I hope Sister O'Connor won't notice. What an experience. What a man. I always knew paramedics were heroes but Jeff is more than that. The mention of defibrillators have given me a naughty fantasy. I'm imagining Jeff zapping my bare buttocks with them now. Now that would make a change from whips...

Chapter 4

In which Becky gets to know the aloof Dr Ian Sharp and embarrassing incident occurs when MP Jeremy Hunt tours the hospital...

It's been another hectic day here today on Burkenhare Ward. Unfortunately for me the first cubicle contains Mr Norris. He's been transferred from Dunlivin Ward for reasons unknown. Damn. Alas, he's too healthy for the Liverpool Care Pathway. He appears to be fast asleep at first. I have half a mind to tiptoe past but it occurs to me that I've got to come into contact with him sooner or later so it might as well be now. Maybe he won't recognise me...

"Mr Norris," I croon. "Wakey wakey. Time for your blood pressure check."

Immediately, a scrawny arm shoots out a claw-like fingers sink into the soft flesh at the top of my thigh.

"I want to play naughty nanas with you," husks a familiar voice.

"Now that's enough of that!" I don't want a repeat of the elevator experience.

"Come on, my little chickadee. Pull the screens round and hop aboard the love train. You ever heard the saying, 'many a fine tune played on an old fiddle?' There's so much truth in that. I don't need Viagra. Even Hugh Hefner can't match my talent."

I don't want to pour steaming hot coffee over the dirty old sod, but it's not surprising that I lose my balance when he pulls my pants down and tries to shove a couple of fingers up passion alley.

"Nurse! What's going on?" a stern voice shouts. "What have you done to Mr Norris?" It's none other than consultant Dr Ian Sharp, one of the best-known doctors on this ward, mid-thirties and a total cold fish to boot. I've never met a more aloof and difficult person. Sister O'Connor says his personality reminds her of Sir Lancelot Spratt from those old Doctor films of the 1960s. I have no idea who she's talking about. That's way before my time. I'm more of a Scrubs and Casualty person. Looks wise, Dr Sharp is very easy on the eye, a real doc to send your pulse racing. He reminds me of Jonathan Rhys Meyers, but hairier. Oh yes. I've seen him in surgical scrubs a few times and there's a veritable pelt poking out from his V-neck top. I can only imagine how hairy his chest must be. I like hairy men.

"Don't just stand there, can't you see the patient is in pain?" he barks. For one wonderful moment I think the good doctor is going to ask me to put a pillow over the old swine's face, but no such luck. I have to change his bed and pajamas instead. Since this task is performed behind curtains, there are ample opportunities for Mr Groping Hands to demonstrate that his reflexes are as swift as ever and few of them are missed. When I limp away with a pile of sodden bedding my boobs and butt are tingling from the repeated gropes.

"Is he always like that?" I murmur to Dr Sharp. He glares at me, surprised that I should have the barefaced cheek to address him unprompted. "Always like what?" he says haughtily.

"Grabbing and mauling," I say.

Dr Sharp raises an eyebrow. "I have no idea what you mean." His cheeks have turned a delicate shade of red. I must've said something inappropriate.

"I think he quite fancies you," Tash, one of the other nurses whispers to me.

"What? No way! He treats me and the other nursing staff like dirt, he never smiles."

"It's just a front. I'm telling you, Sharpie has the hots for you. I've seen the way he gazes at you when you're not looking. It's my belief that he's actually a shy man who keeps his feelings all bottled up. A bit like trapped wind."

I'm genuinely surprised. What is it about me? I've only been here a week and already I have three men...well four if I include Mr Norris -- lusting after me. I'm not blowing my own trumpet or anything, there just seems to be something in the water here at Little Rogering General.

I find out later that the hospital is to be visited by a group of po-faced NHS officials who work for the Ministry of Red Tape, and somebody called Jeremy Hunt. I have no idea who he is but Tash informs me that he's a politician - the Secretary of State for Health in fact. I don't follow politics at all and I don't vote so I don't know anything about this Jeremy guy. However he doesn't seem to be popular with the rest of the hospital staff. Sister O'Connor calls him by a different surname...well let's just say it's a word that rhymes with his surname.

For the first time, there seems to be a sense of urgency around the wards. Everyone's rushing around making sure the place looks spick and span ready for the MP's visit. I've done my bit and checked that there are no stains on my uniform. Jeff cornered me in the canteen this morning and we had another little session in the ambulance. I got the chance to give him oral this time and let me tell you, when I'd finished, he looked like a guy who'd died and gone to heaven. I wasn't expecting such a messy facial though. It took ages to sort my hair out afterwards...I persuaded him to use the defibs on me too. Ouch! He thinks I'm a proper kinky little minx now. He gave me a present too. A necklace. That was so generous of him. Shame I can't wear it in hospital as jewellery is banned for health and safety reasons. I think the bosses are worried in case an earring ends up in someone's drip or something. I found out that one of our surgeons left his Rolex inside a patient last year. He opened the guy up again and got it back. The watch still works.

A few hours later and Jeremy Hunt is due to arrive. I feel nervous for some reason, like something big is going to happen. A lot of the admin staff have been busy setting up a table display in one of the fourth floor conference rooms. I'm sure Mr Hunt will find the history of Little Rogering very interesting. Jeff tells me that the hospital was built on the remains of a 19th century brothel. Fancy that.

I'm hurrying down some stairs when I trip, but luckily some kind soul saves me before I can sprain my ankle. It is none other than Mr Miserable himself, Dr Sharp.

"Oh thanks for rescuing me," I splutter.

"Stop snivelling. I can't stand women who snivel. I was looking for you."

"Oh dear. He is such a difficult man. So strong minded and serious. Fancy him bothering to come and look for me. I should be very flattered.

"What did you want with me?" I ask as we stand together on the staircase, his hands still gripping my upper arms. I'm starting to like the feel of his firm chest pressing against mine.

"I want you," breathes Sharp.

Those wild, permissive sensations are rushing through my body again. "Not here," says a voice, which I suppose could belong to me.

"I know the place." Dr Sharp's fingers suggest that his lips don't lie.

"The attic?" I exclaim as he leads me up a cordoned off flight of stairs on the fourth floor.

"Too many people roaming around the usual spots. I hate to be interrupted. Curse you for being so irresistible."

"Why Ian, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!"

He turns a bit red. He should just drop the stern act right now. "Mind where you step. We don't want to fall through the ceiling." He takes me by the arm and guides me into the enveloping darkness. "Are there spiders in here?" I ask.

"Maybe. Probably a few as big as tarantulas."

"Ian, don't! I have terrible arachnophobia."

"Relax. I'll smash them to a pulp with my stethoscope if they try to get you."

"Why are you such a cold, cruel guy?"

"Because I wouldn't appeal to you if I was anything else."

Dr Sharp's arms encircle my body and his very personal smell sweeps over me. I imagine that kissing him will be a ticklish affair due to his stubbly chin, but his lips come through with the minimum of tickle.

"You're so hairy," I mutter, unfastening his white shirt.

"I am a forest." Dr Sharp's hands disappear beneath my scrub trousers and slip under the fabric of my panties. He presses me to him and I feel something large and hard like a nuclear submarine breaking the surface. I know things feel bigger in the dark when you can't see them but this is ridiculous. All the men in this hospital seem to be well-endowed. I didn't think anyone could top Jeff though but Dr Sharp seems to have done it.

"Is that a stethoscope in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?"

"Becky. You're gorgeous and I intend to offer you my more than generous appreciation, if you'll let me."

How could I refuse? Like I said, he resembles Jonathan Rhys Meyers! Actually I'm imagining the dishy doc in period costume. I need to re-watch my boxset of The Tudors now. "Yes, I want you." I reply.

Dr Sharp hurls his mouth against mine and his deft fingers quickly remove my trousers and panties as though they were a strip of Elastoplast. Almost in the same moment he unzips his flies and I feel a rush of hot air like an oven door opening. He plucks me against his body and I come into the presence of his impressive cock at last. It's eye-wateringly large. Surely he's going to take it slowly? Nope! He thrusts inside hard and fast. Now I know what a sausage skin feels like at the moment of truth. After a while I relax and as he pummels my pussy, spreading my walls. Oh God, it feels good.

"Harder!" I shout. My body cries out in ecstasy as Little Rogering's top medic fucks me with everything he's got. Dr Sharp is groaning loudly too and the noise must be enough to raise the roof.

"Ooh Ian, please!"

Whether he hears me or not, I never know. He changes his position and there is a crack like a gun shot. Light floods up through the floor and Dr Sharp drops as if into a hole. In fact it is not a hole. It is the conference room below, in which the hospital management are in the middle of showing a boring PowerPoint presentation to the visitors. I discover this when I plummet past Sharp and land on a display table amid a shower of plaster. Above us, Dr Sharp dangles with his trousers round his ankles. I will always remember the expression on Jeremy Hunt's face and that of the NHS bigwigs as they gaze at me and Dr Sharp, his huge cock hanging down like a boa constrictor peering out of a tree.

Something tells me we are going to get into big trouble for this...



Nurse Becky's Further Adventures



By popular demand, Nurse Becky is back, as her adventures at Little Rogering General Hospital continue! 

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In which Becky discovers the delights of the operating theatre...

I don't dare visit the Facebook page of Little Rogering Hospital. Apparently I'm trending on Twitter as well. The incident with Dr Sharp during Jeremy Hunt's visit has become the talk of the town. There's no getting away from it. I expect the photos of me half-naked are all over the internet by now. I'm dreading work today and I try to slip unseen into the hospital with a surgical mask on...

"Becky!" A voice shouts out. It's Jeff and he has a huge smile on his face. I gulp. I was terrified about how he'd react given that I'd had a romp with another guy, but he looks over the moon.

"You're one hell of a woman! Look at this!" He holds up today's copy of The Sun newspaper. You made the front page!"

I cringe as I stare at the headline, 'What Jeremy Hunt Saw!' Underneath is a black and white photo of me lying half-naked in front of the MP. My modesty has been spared thanks to a large black censor bar, although I'm sure it'll be easy to find the uncensored photos online. They say once something appears online it stays on there forever so there's no point bothering.

"Not really something I'm proud of," I mutter as he chuckles at the article. "I wasn't even expecting to get so involved with Dr Sharp either. I had no idea he fancied me. It just sort of happened..."

"Hey don't worry about it! I'm proud of what you did, lass! Thanks to you and the good doctor's actions, that no-good politician resigned this morning! I call that a job well done!"

"He quit? I can't believe it."

I don't know whether it was the sight of me or Dr Sharp that did it but it's true, Jeremy Hunt quit his job, citing that the 'pressures of dealing with the NHS were too much for him.' Blimey, these politicians. No staying power. Dr Sharp however has taken the news badly; he's resigned with immediate effect and taken up a new post at the Princess Elizabeth Hospital...in Guernsey.

I'm crushed. That's hundreds of miles from here. I can't believe I won't be seeing the dishy Jonathan Rhys Meyers lookalike any more, but I suppose I'll just have to get used to it.

I'm still thinking about the incident as I head up to Burkenhare Ward. Suddenly, the elevator doors open. There, all by himself in a wheelchair, is Mr Norris.

"I gave my jailer the slip," he says evilly. "Now, how about that game of naughty nanas?"

He jabs at the basement button and clutches at my leg. Something inside me snaps. I'm tired of being groped by this old goat.

"I prefer 'furry quoits' myself."

"What's that?" There's a nervous flutter in his voice.

"Whip out your peg and I'll show you."

"Get away from me!" Mr Norris cowers in his wheelchair.

"Oho, so you don't like it when a woman takes control, eh? You're scared aren't you!" I drop my scrub trousers and panties and give him a flash of the full frontals. "Scared of this?"

"No, no!"

The lift doors slide open and staff nurse Tash is standing there. Her eyes are wide in horror as she takes in the shocking scene - the crumpled heap in the wheelchair, me with trousers and panties down..

"Got a thing for older men have you?" she grins.

"It's complicated," I murmur.

"Forget about him, Tash whispers, grabbing my arm as I quickly pull my clothing back up. "Sister O'Connor wants to see you immediately."

"Oh, right." Uh-oh. I'm filled with dread. Am I about to be sacked for giving Jeremy Hunt a phobia of hospitals?

I must admit, I was fearing the worst, but once inside the office, Sister O'Connor breaks into a smile and embraces me in a tight bear hug that would leave Mike Tyson begging for mercy. As I turn blue and gasp for breath, she releases me.

"Faith and begorrah! T'is a good day for the NHS! All thanks to you, Becky!"

I think I'm in need of an oxygen mask. "How come, Sister?"

"Thanks to you, we're free of that hooray-Henry from Westminster who was about as much use as a chocolate fireguard!"

"Oh that. Yes, I heard he'd resigned. I'm sorry that Dr Sharp felt he needed to leave though. The hospital won't be the same without him."

"Well not to worry lass. It was his choice. You've more than proved yourself in this first week so I'd like to give you some extra duties this week if that's okay with you."

I nod. "Sure, I'd be glad to help, Sister."

"I'd like you to assist the surgeons in theatre for a couple of days, just standing in for Alisha, one of the surgical nurses who's off sick. They seem to be dropping like flies at the moment. Ever since that man with the perforated bowel went under the knife last Tuesday there seems to have been a bad case of the runs floating around the operating theatres."

"Oh blimey." I'm a little nervous at that prospect. Theatre nursing is a tad more complex than regular nursing. I fear it might be beyond my qualifications, but Sister O'Connor assures me that all I'll be doing is ensuring I've prepared all the necessary instruments and equipment for the surgical procedures. That doesn't sound too difficult. I'm sure I'll manage.

The operating theatres at Little Rogering General are located on the ground floor, along with the intensive care wards. It's a different world down here, quieter. I've only glimpsed the surgeons until now. They're a reclusive species who only seem to come out at night. I've seen the odd one during one of my many visits to Jeff in the ambulance bay. They don't like to be outside it seems, and soon scurry off behind the double doors. I'm intrigued. I wonder what it will be like to work for them? I'm about to find out.

I'm embarrassed to say that I make a few minor mistakes that get me in trouble with Mr Ash Khalefa, the consultant colorectal surgeon who I've been working alongside. I don't know how it happened but somehow I got a teaspoon and a ballpoint pen mixed up in his selection of surgical instruments. I apologize profusely but he gives me mass evils. I explain that the teaspoon was thoroughly sterilized so there's no risk of infection. I'm not sure about the pen. The top looks like it's been chewed. But not by me.

I jump guiltily as Mr Khalefa confronts me in the empty theatre later that afternoon. There is little sympathy in his eyes as I try to explain my mistake. Maybe he's heard these kind of excuses before. He's one of the most experienced surgeons in the hospital so he'll have no patience with the likes of me. He pulls his mask down and gives me a scalpel-sharp glare. What happens next, well I can't adequately explain why I do what do. Is it resentment that bubbles inside me? Resentment bubbling from the fact that he seems to be viewing me like something stuck to the bottom of his shoe? Whatever it is, I know I have to persuade him not to tell Sister O'Connor about my mistake with the instruments. The more and more I think about it, the more I have to admit that it has as much to do with the way this stern, scrub-clad professional is treating me - as though I am a naughty schoolgirl who has forgotten to hand in her homework. If I had been a schoolgirl, I would've pleaded with the teacher to get off my punishment, even though I deserved it, and that's exactly what I do now.

"I'm sorry Mr Khalefa," I mutter, eyes downcast. "I know I should've been more careful and I promise it won't happen again."

The surgeon continues to ignore me, concentrating on some paperwork on a side table, but his gaze snaps up when I say, "if you say no more about this, I'll make it worth your while."

"I hope you're not trying to bribe me," he says pompously, adjusting his glasses and pale blue surgical cap.

"Not at all," I reply, licking my lips and feeling a strange thrill run through me. "I was thinking of something more...intimate?"

In normal circumstances, I wouldn't have looked at this man twice. He must be in his early fifties, a good ten years older than Jeff and old enough to be my dad. He isn't ugly, exactly, but appears to be somewhat overweight, and with a scratchy-looking growth of stubble on his jowly face. But these are nowhere near normal circumstances. There's something about a man in blue surgical scrubs, cap and mask. Now many people don't find this kind of uniform sexy at all, but they're having the same effect on me as Jeff in his green paramedic jumpsuit. The situation has awoken in me an overwhelmingly sexual desire. I feel flushed and slightly giddy, a bit like when Jeff invited me into his ambulance for the first time. I can't say why I suddenly feel like this. All I know is that I'm either about to get away with the most outrageous thing I've done yet or get myself sacked.

"Come with me," I say. There's a sluice room next to the theatres. It isn't the most salubrious setting for what's about to happen - there's a distinct smell of disinfectant and bodily fluids, but it's secluded enough for my purposes.

Mr Khalefa follows me obediently enough, but once we're inside and I've locked the door, he takes control, exactly as I hoped he would.

"So, I let you off this time and I get what in return, exactly?"

My reply was to sink to my knees and to slowly unfasten the ties on his dark blue scrub trousers. He gasps and glances at the small frosted glass panel in the door, glad that nobody can see through it, obviously not wanting anything to interfere with what's about to happen. And who can blame him? This is the stuff of every straight bloke's dreams surely, getting a blowjob from a willing woman. I lower his trousers and pull his huge, thick cock out into the light, feeling it growing longer and firmer beneath my fingers, before feeding it into my mouth and beginning to suck. My God, it's enormous, and my jaw is aching already. This whole situation is wrong. I should've accepted the reprimand and the consequences that would come with it, but I've never felt as alive and sexual as I do now, kneeling in the chilly sluice room, licking this surgeon's hot, hard cock that I'm grasping so securely. For now, all that matters is the excitement I'm getting from giving pleasure to this highly-experienced, professional - and probably married man. I glance up at Mr Khalefa to see that his eyes are half-closed, and he's gritting his teeth as his climax approaches. He grabs fistfuls of my hair, pulling my head closer to his groin, then his body stiffens as he floods my mouth with his cum.

When I finally pull away, wiping my lips with the back of my hand, I see the surgeon smiling broadly at me.

"I'll let you off this time, Nurse Gibson," he says, pulling up his trousers and removing the mask from round his neck. "I see now that you're a very capable member of staff indeed. I look forward to working with you in theatre tomorrow."

He walks jauntily off down the corridor with a very satisfied smile on his face. I take a deep breath. Mission accomplished. I have a new respect for surgeons. They're definitely sexier than doctors. Only thing is my pussy's very wet now and my panties are soaked and I'm tingling all over. I need to get myself off urgently. I think I'll go and see if Jeff's lurking in the ambulance bay...



Nurse Becky's Latest Adventures



In which the buttplug owner's identity is revealed, Becky treads the Sapphic path and Terry gets lucky...

My oral encounter with Mr Khalefa's purple-headed bed snake in the sluice room has left me feeling hot and bothered. I had hoped he'd take things further and ravish me but no such luck! Maybe he will have more free time later in the week. For now, I'm horny and in need of satisfaction but fate is determined to prevent me getting any fun, or so it seems. When I arrive at the ambulance bay, I am dismayed to find that Jeff isn't there. It must be one of those incredibly rare occasions where he's out answering a 999 call.

Frustrated, I head back inside the hospital and check my watch. I have twenty minutes of my break left and nothing to do. What a dilemma.

As I wander around like a lost soul, I hear the sound of heavy footsteps pounding the corridor. The squeaking sound of swollen feet in sweaty Crocs hitting polished tiles. It is Sister O'Connor and she's heading in my direction. She looks excited about something and in a hurry. Uh-oh. If she spots me she'll most certainly find some little task for me to do and I'm just not in the mood to go the extra mile today. Quickly I dart inside the linen closet...

"Fancy meeting you in here," a voice whispers.

I spin round quickly. "Tash? What are you doing in here?"

"Skiving," the blonde-haired nurse replied. "The Sis is on the prowl and looking for someone to give Mr Octopus...sorry I mean Mr Norris, a bed bath. I thought you'd jump at the chance to do that, given what you were doing in the elevator with him."

"It wasn't how it looked," I said quickly. "I don't enjoy being groped by that old goat one bit and you know it."

Tash gives me a wry glance. She isn't convinced. I notice she's furtively trying to shove something into her tunic pocket.

"What's that?"

"Oh...just something I left behind in here the other day," she replies. I glimpse something black and shiny.

"I don't believe it! It was yours all the time! I thought it belonged to Ryan."

Tash looks flushed. "Yeah, okay. The buttplug is mine. It was careless of me to leave it here."

I'm intrigued. "Do you...use toys a lot then?"

"Who doesn't? I prefer dildos to vibrators though. Vibes are too hard for my liking. Now give me a nice, jelly cock any time."

The talk of cocks is frustrating me further. God, I wish Jeff had been in the ambulance bay. I nod slowly and notice Tash glaring at me.

"He wasn't there then?"

"Who?"

"Mr Rapid Response Cock - the Seducer of the Wards. Come on, I know you and Jeff have been at it ever since you started here."

I was never good at looking innocent or telling lies. I sigh. "No he wasn't. He must be out on an emergency call."

"All horned up and no-where to go eh? Sucks doesn't it?"

"Yes." Probably best not to mention what I did to Mr Khalefa.

Tash winks at me. "I could help you out there, if you'd like?"

Now that's grabbed my attention. What does she mean by that? It never occurred to me that Tash might be lesbian - or as my grandad calls them, "women in comfortable shoes." I'm such a naive person. What kind of sheltered life have I been leading?

"I didn't know that you..."

"I'm bi," Tash replies. "Ride both buses, swing both ways - whatever you wanna call it."

"Oh," I mumble. "Well that's cool. I am totally cool with that."

"I bet Jeff would be too," Tash whispers, standing behind me and before I have a chance to protest, there's a hand gripping my ass and her other hand running under my blue uniform tunic.

"Does Jeff touch you like this?" Tash murmurs, cupping my left breast and squeezing the nipple. I gasp as it hardens under her touch.

"Y-yes..."

"Mmm...you've got beautiful tits hon," she coos.

As I recall, Dr Sharp said the same thing to me before we fell through the ceiling almost crushing Jeremy Hunt.

"You need to relax Becks...you feel so tense."

Tense isn't the word. My stomach is full of butterflies. I'm suddenly reminded of Tipping the Velvet. Tash has got wandering hands that could give Mr Norris a run for his money. There's no resistance and no permission sought, however. I'm starting to enjoy myself. My body's crying out to be touched, to be pleasured, and I don't care who's doing it. What's good for the goose and all that...

"I know a better way to relax you." Tash whispers.

"Really?" I reply as a sly smile creeps across my lips. "And how do you want to proceed with this?"

She nuzzles my neck. "Just lie down."

I nod as I sink to the floor, shivering slightly as I recline on the cool tiles. I really hope the floor of this linen closet is sanitary. Who knows what bodily fluids might have splattered...oh well. It's a bit cramped in here. No time to think about such things though as Tash has already honed in like a heat-seeking missile and my uniform's been unfastened. She caresses my belly. Her hands are gentle as they move over my bare skin, almost as though tracing every detail. Her touch is light as she pauses at my breasts. I moan as Tash's long fingers caress my sensitive nipples...oh my!

"Oh my God.." I murmur. Tash sighs as she cups my pert fleshy globes and her tongue laps across a hard pink nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. She figures out what I might like as she unfastens my scrub trousers, slips her fingers between my panties, fingering my womanhood. "Mmmm..."

A moan of desire escapes my parted lips as again those silky fingers touch my sex. By now my pussy is smoldering! Every time that Tash's tongue sweeps over my flesh, I become that much more excited. Her hands roam across my creamy skin, and she begins a kissing descent along my breasts down to my pussy. Oh God, now she's heading down south! Tash smiles to herself as she parts my legs with gentle movements, and sniffs at my aroused scent. She's obviously done this before and has no intention of holding back on a newbie like me.

Clenching my fists, I cry out as a small kiss is planted on my aroused clit.

My eyes widen as I feel her hot tongue delve inside me, deep and demanding as she tastes my sweet juices, bringing me even closer to release. The longer that she keeps up her tonguing pace, the more intense my orgasm will be.

Whoa! This is...ohh! I can't accurately describe what it feels like. Only that it feels damn good!

"Tash!" I shout out as I'm suddenly overwhelmed by pleasure..."UHHHHHH YES!" For some reason an image of David Jason in A Touch of Frost appears into my mind. My gran loves that show. Isn't it strange what pops into your head when you're orgasmic?

I lie stunned on the floor as Tash gently pulled her hand free and begins to lick my love juice off her fingers. Once done, she slowly moves over and helpfully passes me a wet wipe.

"Feel better now?" she grins.

I mutter something that I think sounded like yes.

"Well hopefully it'll tie you over until your Porno-medic returns," she adds. "I'm always happy to help out one of the sisterhood."

I realize now what Tash meant the other day when she was talking about how women help each other out. Her motto is "sharing is caring." That makes so much sense now. I do feel enriched by this Sapphic encounter. I imagine Jeff would feel the same had he been able to witness us. That's given me an idea - but hey, mustn't get carried away - a woman has to know her limitations.

As I'm fastening my uniform, the door suddenly opens and we gasp. Thankfully it's not Sister O'Connor but Ryan. Hew scans the scene carefully and wrinkles his nose in disgust.

"Like, eww. It totally smells of vagina in here!" he cringes. "What in the name of Ellen de Generes have you two been getting up to?"

I'm not sure what to say but Tash just pushes him aside and saunters out into the corridor. "A woman never tells!"

"Meanie!" Ryan replies. "Actually no thanks, too much information. Don't want to know, hon. By the way have you seen the pharmacist lurking anywhere?"

"No," Tash replies. "Tried the gents?"

"Yes. Would you believe it? Some bastard's gone and blocked up the gloryholes?"

The two of them walk off down the corridor. Tash turns and gives me a thumbs up and a wink. I nod and smile. Well, what an encounter. I never thought I'd enjoy a same-sex experience but I'm pleased to say that girl-on-girl is hot after all. I suppose I'd better get some work done now. Mr Khalefa might be needing me in the operating theatre later. I head down to the ground floor and pop outside for a quick breath of fresh air. It's quiet today and there's only one ambulance parked in the bay and it seems to be rocking from side to side...what the hell?

"It's got to be Jeff," I say to myself. Evidently he's returned back from a call-out and with me unavailable he's lured some other lucky female into his Sprinter. Why do I suddenly feel a pang of jealousy here? I slap my face. For goodness sake woman, you're getting spoilt. A delicious encounter with a surgeon's cock, a lesbian tryst in the linen closet and still I'm not satisfied?

Curiosity is a terrible thing though and I really should have just turned and headed back into the hospital. But I'm dying to know who's in that ambulance with Jeff. I try to furtively peek through the side window but it's all steamed up. Whoever it is, he's giving it to her hammer and tongs in there. The ambulance itself is going to need a trip to A&E if they carry on rocking it like that. Suddenly the rocking stops. Ah, must've blown his load. I wait a few moments, leaning casually against the ambulance as a few people walk past. I can hear muffled voices inside. Just who has Jeff been boning?

Abruptly, the ambulance doors fly open, causing me to leap out of the way faster than a racehorse that's been stung on the arse. My jaw drops as a very red-faced Sister O'Connor staggers out. Her massive bosom is heaving and she's fastening the buttons on her uniform. Oh my giddy aunt...Jeff what you? A chubby chaser now? Wait a minute, it's not Jeff's voice I can hear calling to her. Lurking behind a concrete pillar I see Terry follow her out of the ambulance. He's zipping up his green paramedic jumpsuit and has a Cheshire Cat grin on his face. You will of course remember me mentioning Terry in an earlier chapter. He's Jeff's work partner and not exactly a looker. A bit like if Matt Lucas had an identical twin brother. I'm being mean I know, but I'm just being honest.

It must be the first time I've seen Terry smile and boy does he look happy. Like a teenager who's dream of boning Katy Perry has just come true. Like an ugly middle-aged guy who's finally lost his virginity...hang on that could be the truth...oh crikey.

I suddenly feel rather nauseous. The thought of Sister O'Connor having sex is something imprinted inside my head forever now. Cannot unsee. Cannot un-think! Aggh! What a way to ruin an otherwise erotic day at Little Rogering General! But I must admit I'm chuffed that Terry finally got lucky. Everyone's open to some loving here it seems. As they say on Embarrassing Bodies - 'there's no shame, we're all the same!'



Nurse Betty



I had come home to find you dressed in your sexy nurse costume, showing off your amazing 34D's with a skirt barely below your firm ass. You are in full role playing mode as "Nurse Betty" and you tell me that you understand that I have an appointment to work on a major issue that I am experiencing.  Immediately I know what you are referring to, as after 6 years of being together and 4 years of marriage you know what it is that bothers me most about my sexual performance, but to keep the fantasy alive I play along and I tell you how I can't recover as fast as I or my wife would like. 

You nod and take notes on your clipboard; you ask questions about what I generally liked to use to get myself excited. After a few minutes of discussion you said that you had an idea that might be able to help me, but you warn that it is a little unorthodox and that many would consider it an "alternative" solution. I answer back that I am looking for something alternative as all of the doctors I have spoken to at this point have not had any solution for me and that I was looking for something different, really I was wanting to do anything that would enable me to better fulfill my wife. 

After a few minutes of convincing you, you are finally satisfied and stand up from your stool sitting in front of me, showing off your long legs. After noticeably catching me staring and working my way up your legs you cough getting my attention and snapping me out of my haze. After condemning me for my staring at your legs you reiterate that this is an alternative treatment. Slowly you pull the pen out of your hair and slowly let your hair down, shaking it out of its bun like you are a model. Once your hair has been let down you remove your dark sexy glasses and ask me to stand up next to you. 

Slowly I do, not sure if this is the right thing to do; after all I am a married man and I truly love my wife and don't want to change anything about my life other than to have move sex more often. Sensing my nervousness you again assure me that this is a purely medical engagement and that there is nothing that I need to worry about. Gently you stroke my face to help soothe my nerves, it is slowly working and I find myself getting a little weak in my knees what with having such a sexy woman standing in front of me stroking my face. Finally, you lean in and press your soft red lips to mine, giving me a soft calming kiss. 

You back off and ask "is everything is all right? Are you feeling all right with the treatment up to now?" I respond saying "that I am not totally comfortable, but since this is a purely medical experiment I don't see the problem with continuing." This causes you to smile and you proceed to kiss me again, this time harder and with more passion, slipping your tongue into my mouth, which I accept. I return the favor and bring my hand up to the back of your head.

After kissing for what seemed like forever, but couldn't have been more than a minute you break the kiss and back up. Then you instruct me to remove my pants and sit down on the "exam table" as you want to proceed with the first leg of the treatment. I respond asking "wasn't that the first part of the treatment?"

"No, that was just to make sure that you were comfortable" you respond, "this treatment may be entirely medical, but it is extremely personal and I wanted to make sure that you were going to be able to handle it."

Again, I assure you that I will be able to handle it, and I take off my pants and boxers, freeing my already hard 6" cock. Embarrassed I say "I'm sorry, sometimes he just can't help himself."

"That's fine" you respond, "it's purely natural, besides it is needed for the treatment to be effective so this just save time, now please sit on the exam table."

I do as you respond and have a seat on the cold exam table, with that you proceed to open your blouse even further than it was to begin with and reveal a very tight and sexy red bra, barely holding in your bursting breasts. Then you reach down and grab my hard cock with your right hand, while proceeding to begin kissing me again. Slowly your right hand rubs my thick cock as you start kissing your way down to my neck. You let go of my cock only for a second to remove my shirt, when you get my shirt off you resume working on my cock and begin kissing your way down my chest. 

Finally, I speak up, saying "listen, Nurse Betty, I understand that this is a medical treatment and all, but this doesn't seem right, are you sure that this is going to work? I just don't see how this is going to fix my problems."

"Well," you respond while never stopping what you are doing, "in order for me to fully understand and be able to fix your problem I need to see it in action to verify that my treatment will work."

"I see, well I guess that is acceptable, so, what is the first leg of my treatment?"

"You just sit back and relax and I will show you."

"Ok" I say as I lean back a little on the table and try to relax. Slowly you finish your way down my chest and your mouth is just inches from my cock head. Then suddenly you flick your tongue on the tip of my cock, sending shivers down my spine, I almost cum at that instant. The pre-cum is slowly flowing out as you lick up and down my shaft, paying special attention to my balls, which you take into your mouth once at a time. 

Finally, as you sense that I am ready for that next step, you decide you have done enough teasing and proceed to take my entire cock into your mouth. It won't be long right now, and you can tell, you move your tongue around while deep throating me. Picking up the pace your face is fucking my cock and I can't take anymore, "I'm cumming" I scream to give you ample warning. This only adds to your resolve as you suck harder and harder craving my cum. Finally, I shoot my load into your mouth, at least 5 heavy spurts; you catch all of it in your mouth before moving off my cock. 

I am panting heavily telling you how amazing that was, but you don't say anything, instead your bring your mouth up to mine and press your tongue deep into my throat. You still have some of my cum on your tongue as you didn't swallow it all, I have never tasted myself before, but this was so erotic that I just couldn't get enough. 

Finally, after 2-3 minutes of passionate kissing you pull back and ask me "so, now that the first leg of our treatment has been completed how do you feel?"

"Wow that was just amazing, you are amazing!"

"Well, I am glad to hear that", she responded "so, tell me are you ready for more."

"Unfortunately, I don't think that I'll be able to do much more at this point, which is exactly my problem." I said, dejectedly almost at tears both from the great orgasm I just experienced along with the realization that I am not able to fully please someone as sexy as Nurse Betty.

"Not to worry", reassuring me 'this is a pretty common problem and I have a lot of experience with helping men such as yourself resolve similar issues."

"Well, that is great news; I will do anything to be able to get going again and be better in bed."

"That's great to hear", you say. Turning back into a medical mode you continue "well, it looks like right now that you simply aren't excited is that true?"

"Well, to be honest, once I get off I do have some troubles getting excited, maybe that is my overall issue."

"I see, well, here is what I am going to do. I want you to get up off the exam table and take off my blouse; I have already helped you a little by unbuttoning several of the buttons at the top." I then proceed to do as I am requested. "Great", you say "now, remove my bra." After, I do this you continue, "Now, take off my skirt." When I do this, it reveals the sexiest red thong that I have ever seen; I can't help but thing just how lucky I am.

"All right, now I am going to sit up on the exam table, I want you to remove my thong using your teeth."  I give you a sly smile and get to work. I decide that the best approach was to work one side of the thin strap holding up your thong at a time. You put your legs up in the air to help me and slowly I move your sexy red panties up your legs a few inches on each side at a time. 

Once I get your panties past your hips and towards your thighs you went dripping cunt comes into view.  What a site to behold, you are shaved except for a little racing stripe above your engorged clit. Finally, once I feel that I have the panties down enough I take the middle part of them into my mouth, tasting your juices from your wet pussy and pull them the rest of the way off. 

"Great work, "you say after I am done "now, are you ready for some more action?"

"As sexy as this has been, I just am not ready yet." I respond, "I told you that it really is a major problem for me, I want to be able to do more with you right now Nurse Betty, but I just can't get my cock to comply."

"Hmm, I see that you are going to be a tougher case than I was expecting." You pause for a minute thinking, adding "I have an idea, but isn't going to be easy and will require some work on your part."

I don't hesitate in responding "I'll do whatever I need to do, please anything!" I am practically begging you at this point.

"All right, what I want you to do is eat me out." 

"Anything you say." I try to contain my excitement as while I am not ready for more action on my part at this point, once I smelled and saw your delectable pussy I just wanted to eat it. I dive in and lick you all over your thighs and all around your pussy lips. Finally, as you are squirming, desperate for me to lick your cunt, I flick my tongue over your large clit. This sends you into convulsions and I continue to lick and suck on your clit as your hips buck against my face. Finally, I stick my tongue deep into your cunt, sending shivers up your body. Meanwhile, I am tickling your clit with my right hand, rubbing the nub between my finger and thumb. 

"Oh yes, I am cumming, don't stop" you scream as I continue my assault on your pussy and clit. Finally, I feel your body freeze and within an instant my face is covered with your cum, I continue to attack your pussy with my tongue causing your to continue to cum against my face. After a few minutes and two more orgasms you tell me to stop and I move my face up to yours, locking our lips into a passionate embrace as our tongues wrestle inside our mouths. 

I break the embrace after a few minutes and say "Thank you Nurse Betty." 

"Thank me? I should be thanking you!" You then ask "why are you thanking me anyhow?" In response I grab your right hand and move it down to my now hard again cock. You smile and ask, "So, does this mean you are able to go again?"

"Yes, I believe it does."

"Good, but in order to make sure that my treatment has worked I need to actually see you through the end, after all that is the last part of the treatment."

"I see," I respond, "what does the last part of the treatment entail?"

"Well why don't you lie down on this examination table and I can show you." 

As you get up, I take your place on the exam table.  You then climb back onto the exam table, this time standing above me, with each of your feet to the outside of one of my hips. I stare up at your gorgeous body thanking God for the view as you slowly crouch down until your knees are almost fully bent and your hot dripping pussy is only an inch or two from the head of my hard cock. Just before finishing your decent you ask "Are you sure you are ready for the final phase of the treatment?"

"Oh yes, I can't wait." I was practically begging you as you slowly impale yourself on my cock. Slowly you kneel down, inch by inch, until you reach the base. Your pussy is so warm and wet wrapped as it engulfs my cock. 

You rest at the base for a few seconds, adjusting to having my cock in you. Finally, you begin to move your hips up and down, slowly at first, but with increasing speed stroking my cock with your wet pussy. I reach up to touch your magnificent breasts and your nipples are hard as erasers as I give them a little pinch to send you jumping. Finally you lean down and place each breast in my mouth, allowing me to nibble on them, which is just making you scream harder! Meanwhile I am grabbing your ass and tickling your rear entry, which you seem to like as moments later you are screaming in orgasm from the multiple sensations throughout your body. 

As you come down from your orgasm, you decide to change positions; you turn around and move into a reverse cowgirl. "My Nurse Betty, you sure know how to please a man don't you." 

"Well," you respond, "it is my job." 

Not only did you happen to find my favorite position, but you start playing with my balls and before long I am about ready to cum. I tell you and ask you where you want it. You respond, "Shoot that hot white cum into my pussy baby." This dirty talk sends me over the edge and I fill your pussy with stream after stream of hot cum, more than I imagined possible given that I had gotten off just a few minutes ago. 

After a few moments you get off me and say "now your treatment is complete and you should be cured."

"Thank you, "I respond. "Can I come back for more treatments in the future if needed?"

"Of course, I am always eager to help anyone with any medical issues."



Nurse Bonnie Knows Her Caregiving



(Note: a followup to my earlier story "Better Than Leno.")



Burton stepped onto the train, clutching his folder from St. Stanislaus. The train was half full and he didn't feel like dealing with strangers, not after the news he'd gotten. Thankfully the little area at the end of the train, facing the driver's compartment with its locked metal door, was empty; he could have it to himself, to think. There was no seat but there was a raised surface and he set his folder down on it, staring at it glumly.

At the next stop Bonnie got on. The seats were too small for her, but there was a place to stand at the end. She squeezed her large behind around the passengers standing in the way and took up the space at the entrance to the driver's compartment. 

Burton barely looked up but in a moment it registered, half-consciously, from Bonnie's blue top and polka dot pants that there was a nurse there. He'd seen plenty of nurses today at St. Stanislaus, he didn't really feel like seeing any more just now. 

Bonnie caught something out of her eye— a folder that she had seen given out to many patients. Understanding Your Medical Condition, it said, with the St. Stanislaus logo on it. No doubt he had just come from one of the doctors offices, most of which were closer to the first of the two stops near the medical center.

But it wasn't only the brochure she recognized. From the man's glum, distracted look, she knew the kind of news that had to be contained in the folder. It wasn't good. It usually wasn't, if they gave you that brochure.

Burton idly flipped open the folder. Not that he didn't already know what was in there. 

Bonnie saw the insert he was looking at. It had some scribbles on it she couldn't read. But she knew what it said at the top. Resources For Terminally Ill Patients. Her heart sank. The man wasn't young but he was far from old. He looked fit, reasonably, if a bit careworn. Like he had been taking reasonable care of himself for a ripe old age which he would never reach now. Sandy straight hair, tall and a bit lanky, even with a touch of middle-age spread. Like every woman, she checked the ring finger. Nothing there.

Suddenly he looked up and caught her eyes. She must have leaned too far forward to see it or something, but there was no pretending she hadn't been looking. Someone like this man deserved more than easy deception. She looked into his eyes, sympathetically, she thought. He stared back at her—offended, mystified, it was hard to read his blank, mute response. Impulsively she reached out her hand and put it on his, and poured all the sympathy and connection she could into the touch of her warm, soft hand on his cold, bony one.

Burton looked back at this woman who had suddenly, without a word, sought to express sympathy to him. His instinctive first thought, inevitably, was that she was crazy, and went around touching people on the subway randomly. But she was employed— by the very hospital he had just been in; her keycard identified her as Bonnie Lukowski, R.N.— and with the reassurance of some level of normalcy he had to admit that her gesture, on a bad day, was welcome. It was human, and he needed that. He made a smile, or something like half a smile mixed with eight other hapless and equivocal things, back at her.

Had he seen her there? He couldn't remember. She was a short, round, boxy woman, but he didn't mind that. What struck him more was that she had big, sympathetic eyes, and a kind of fleshiness that reminded him of a woman he had once known, who liked to have sex in front of a big picture window. That was how they'd met, in fact— apartments side by side, and she had begun putting on shows in front of his window. A strange way to meet someone, but it made sense in the city, where no one ever met anyone except in strange ways, he'd come to feel.

Bonnie looked back at him. The kind of crooked smile he made at her was heartbreakingly brave— a poor excuse for a smile, but reflective of a spirit that hadn't given up the fight yet. Having watched so many slip away, leaving life as if they were sorry to have been a bother, she felt boundless admiration for this man's efforts to stay vital in the face of what must have been his fears come true. 

An idea came to her. It was absurd, obscene even. But really, what other way was there to cheat death and hold onto life? It was really the only tool we were given for that.

Cautiously, deliberately, she closed the folder and took the man's hands in hers. "I have given this brochure out too many times," she said. He started to speak and she pressed a finger to her lips. "Say nothing about it. Just come with me. You don't have to be alone today. I won't let you be alone with it today."

He looked at her quizzically. Was she really suggesting... but again, Burton thought, it is no crazier than how he'd met Andie, once upon a time. He was excited by the erotic side, to be sure... but also, yes, she was right. He could use a friend. A human connection. She took both his hands in hers, and they got off at the next station.

* * *

They were both silent as she opened the door to her townhouse and led him inside. He still didn't quite believe it was happening, but then she turned around to face him and it was unmistakable what she wanted. They kissed, awkwardly, since Burton was a good foot taller and they were in a narrow hallway.

They went further inside. Nothing about the simply furnished living room suggested that this was a common occurrence— a couple of framed and lightly faded art posters, a cat lolling with supreme indifference on a wicker chair. 

She pushed him onto a white leather couch and then made a gesture to say that she'd be back out in a moment. She disappeared into her bedroom and Burton found himself face to face with the cat. Was this actually happening? He felt it was just as likely that he had imagined it all. 

She opened the door and came out in a black negligee, a lacy top and satin front only slightly concealing her broad, drooping breasts. She came over to him and he started to sit up to embrace her but she pushed him back down and climbed on top of him, rubbing her belly on his quickly hardening cock. She pushed her cleavage up toward his face and he nuzzled the center of her breasts while grabbing her behind in the satin panties.

She undulated up and down on his crotch, snuggling her breasts up against his face. She moved further up until her belly was in his face; he pushed the negligee up and kissed the soft, chubby roll of her belly. She pushed him back further into the couch, and almost flat, and then her crotch was in his face. He could smell her dampness as she rubbed her crotch on his chin and her pubic hair grazed his face. 

He had his hands on her hips as she humped slowly against his face. He drew the panties to one side and her lips seemed to fall out, purple curtains of saggy flesh. He split them apart with his tongue and tasted her wet, metallic slit. She pushed against him, like she was fucking his tongue, and reached back and grasped the hard cock in his trousers as she bobbed up and down. Leaning back she moved forward on his face until his tongue was close to her asshole; he darted it down there and she moaned more, and then she was fucking his face with her ass as he stuck his tongue out as far as he could and she rode it with her ass like it was a mini-cock.

Nursing sure has changed since the last time I stayed in the hospital, Burton thought.

Then she was turned around and her whole big ass, panties off, was in his face, her big round cheeks enveloping his face as his tongue slid up and down her slit. She was tearing at his pants to get them open and he slid back down to her pussy, gushing wet by now as he slurped at it. Suddenly there was warmth all over his cock and she was sucking it into her mouth and gunning it with her hand.

A moment later they were in the bedroom and she was naked, tearing his clothing off him. She was short and rounded and if not to conventional expectations of body shape, her abundance in every direction was pleasing. They were on the bed and her body felt generous and loving as he ran his arms over the peaks of her breasts and hips and the valleys of stomach and pussy in between. She had his cock inside her in an instant and wildly she rode him up and down, her hair and saggy breasts and soft belly and hip fat all flying up and down with every stroke. He admired how lost she was in fucking, he didn't mind that he hardly seemed to be there, except as a cock inside her. That was just fine by him.

He came inside her and she squeezed him tight with her pussy as it happened. Then she rolled off him and they lay there, together, her panting. A moment later she had her hand on his half-soft cock and her other hand flicking at her clitoris. He leaned over and sucked on her broad flat tit as she did it; he slipped his hand between her crotch as well and as she rubbed herself, he slid a finger inside her pussy, then took it out and started rubbing the outside of her asshole with it. She moaned approval and seemed to suck the finger inside her ass as she rubbed, faster and faster, and then screamed her orgasm, slamming his hand inside her fat thighs as her ass quivered with each pulse as she came.

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A couple of hours later Burton was walking back to the transit stop, clutching his papers. His whole outlook had turned around after this remarkable afternoon of serendipity. He started to say something to her, to explain to her whats he had done for him, but she put her finger on his lips (he whiffed her pussy on it instantly) and simply told him that whenever he needed her, whenever he needed a friend, she was available to him, without question or explanation. 

It was a gift she had given her, at an hour of darkness. The meeting at the hospital had not gone well. He had worked for some years now as a copywriter for medical accounts, and he believed he knew a thing or two about what made the text for particularly grim situations both useful and sympathetic. But his rewrite of one of the hospital's grimmest publications, "Resources For Terminally Ill Patients," had been reviewed by some young marketing type fresh out of school who looked at him like he was a complete neophyte and hack at his business, and tore it apart line by line.

He had boarded the subway utterly dejected that what ought to have been a routine assignment had gone so badly, in a way that seemed aimed right at his self-worth. But how had this woman known that his professional day had gone so depressingly? Somehow she sensed it and what it meant, and gave him the most precious thing she had to offer, herself, her pleasure. 

Here was a nurse who knew more about caregiving than all the marketers in all the expensive offices of St. Stanislaus, he thought. If she would do that for a mere copywriter after a bad meeting, just imagine how she cared for someone who actually had to read this brochure because their life was approaching its end. In that moment Burton understood what had been missing from his copy— the kind of human caring that Bonnie had shown him, and that he would, he hoped, have the chance to show her again very soon.



Nurse by DarkAngel001



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You wake up in a darkened room, in a single bed. You don't recognise the room initially, but as your eyes quickly adjust to the semi-darkness you realise you're in a hospital bed. Although you feel groggy, you don't feel particularly unwell, and you mentally scan your body for any injuries or pains; however, you detect nothing. Maybe it's the meds, you think, but then again you don't feel particularly doped up either. Just a little muzzy from having awoken from a deep sleep.

Just as you're about to get out of bed and investigate your locker for clothes, you are distracted by the click-clacking sound of high heels in the corridor outside. You listen as they make their way towards your room at an insistent pace -- it might be the purposeful walk of a matron if the tread weren't so light.

As you expect, the footsteps stop outside your door, and the immediately-recognisable outline of a nurse appears in the frosted window, silhouetted by the corridor light -- a tall, slender figure adorned with a nurse's cap. The door handle turns and the door opens slowly, a widening triangle of light spreading across the linoleum floor as the nurse steps tentatively inside. You smile at the irony of her trying not to wake you, even though ultimately that is her purpose, for she's carrying a little tray laden with medication and is clearly making her rounds. Nevertheless, you humor her and pretend to be asleep as she walks over to your bed, her heels continuing to make their light tattoo on the hard floor.

The nurse stands over you and reaches up to turn on the angle-poise lamp that's positioned overhead. The light is momentarily dazzling and continues to obscure your view of her, and you screw up your face in discomfort since the bulb is pointing straight at your face.

"I'm so sorry!" the nurse whispers, and repositions the lamphead so that it's pointing away from you. She has a soft, caring voice -- just right for a nurse, of course -- but it's also youthful-sounding, and you place her in her early twenties.

"Morning," you say with irony, guessing it must be several hours before dawn.

"Yes, I suppose it is," she replies. Her voice retains that same warmth you detected in her first words to you, and you imagine she must have a similarly benevolent face.

Very quickly your eyes adjust to the new light and you start to make her out more clearly. Just as you expected, the nurse is young -- twenty-one tops -- and pretty, with a sweet face to match that soft voice. She's not quite as tall as you imagined, certainly no more than five-five, but she's slender and delicately-framed inside her white nurse's uniform. Her light blond hair is neatly pinned back under her cap and she's wearing only the minimum of make-up, perhaps all that is permitted by the hospital rules.

"How are we feeling tonight?" she asks with a lovely smile.

"Okay, I think," you reply. "Nurse...?"

"Jennings. Don't tell me you don't remember me!" Her playful tone and wide smile tell you she's joshing you.

"I'm sorry..." you begin, wondering how you could forget such a beautiful girl.

She laughs quietly. "No, I'm sorry. A nurse shouldn't make fun of her patient's condition."

"Condition?" you repeat, hoping she may at last shed some light on why you're here.

"Yes." Her tone is more serious now, professional. "You're suffering from anteriograde amnesia. That explains why you don't know where you are or who I am."

"Oh," you say, rather embarrassed. "I'm sorry."

"You can't help it, silly," she laughs, her previous, playful tone returning. "Anyway, it's time for your medication." With that she hands you a little paper cup containing three pills, together with a cup of water. "Now I want you to take it like a good boy." She then adds coquettishly, "As usual."

"What are they?" you ask, swirling the paper cup so that the variously-colored pills rattle around at the bottom.

"Medicine," she says matter-of-factly as she walks to the bottom of your bed and takes out the chart from its holder. She busies herself looking through your notes.

"Medication... for amnesia?" you say suspiciously.

Nurse Jennings is jotting something down when she casually and somewhat vacantly replies, "Mm-hm."

Why would a nurse lie to you? Without another thought you tip the pills onto the back of your tongue and swallow them down with the water. When she's finished updating your chart she returns to your side and smiles as she takes the empty cups and sets them on the bedside table. Then she takes a thermometer from her breast pocket and places it in your mouth, saying in a mock-sternful voice, "Now don't chew it."

You sit there with the thermometer sticking out of the corner of your mouth as she takes your pulse, using her nurse's watch to check it. The touch of her thin, delicate fingers on your wrist is thrilling, especially when you notice her beautifully-manicured nails and lack of a wedding ring. You also detect a hint of perfume -- again, it's probably so subtle because of hospital regulations -- but it's scintillating all the same.

"Are you alright?" Nurse Jennings says when she notices that you're staring dreamily at her pretty face.

"Mm?" you reply, her question disturbing your reverie. "Oh... uh, yeah," you add quickly, although the thermometer makes it difficult to talk. She takes it from your mouth, shakes it and reads it.

"My," she says softly, "looks like you've got something of a temperature."

You look surprised; you don't feel feverish. A little horny maybe, but not sick.

Nurse Jennings walks back to the foot of the bed to make a note on your chart. It's when she's replacing it that she glances up and notices the distinct bulge under your bed sheet, right about where your groin is located.

You're mortified. You can feel the color rise in your neck as you try to cover it with your hands but it's too late: Nurse Jennings has seen that you have a gigantic erection and -- to your dismay -- she can't take her eyes off of it.

"My goodness," she says, placing her hand on it gently, "what's this?"

You can't believe it -- this beautiful, angelic-looking nurse is actually touching your erect penis. Surely this is against hospital rules?

You don't know what to say. Your face is still flushed with embarrassment, but you'd give anything to sleep with this girl. You can't believe your luck.

"Unusual lumps must be investigated without delay," Nurse Jennings says softly, but with a tone of false sincerity. And with that she pulls the curtain around your bed and throws back the sheets, revealing your half-naked body -- half-naked, since you are stripped to the waist and wearing only pajama pants. You look down and see that your erect penis is even more noticeable through the soft flannel material.

Your breathing is heavy and slow as she runs a hand over your cock, admiring its shape and size, before slipping her fingers into the waistband of your pajamas to pull them down. You raise your ass to help her, watching your cock spring upwards as it is released from inside your pajama pants, which she tugs all the way down to your knees. She then stands there with her hands on her hips and gazes at the glorious sight of your exposed erection, a naughty smile on her pretty lips.

"Actually," she says, her gorgeous blue eyes shining wickedly, "I don't think there's anything to worry about. This all looks normal to me. All the same, I think I'd better make sure."

With a sharp intake of breath, you thank your lucky stars as Nurse Jennings bends over and takes your dick in her mouth. The warm, wet sensation is heavenly. She swallows you an inch at a time, one hand grasping the base of your cock firmly, the other lovingly cradling your balls. You let out a deep groan of satisfaction as her lips sink down over your shaft -- all the way down, until her nose is nestling into the dense patch of wiry pubic hair that fringes your cock.

"Mmmmm..." she moans, although the sound is muffled by the huge mouthful you've given her. You can feel the head of your cock pushing against the back of her throat and you marvel at her expertise, feeling her wicked tongue exploring the underside of your shaft even as you are so deeply lodged inside her mouth.

You groan again and place both hands on her head, carefully, so as not to knock off her nurse's cap. You want her to keep this on, being as it is so visually stimulating, even though it's keeping all her lovely blond hair under wraps.

Suddenly and sharply, she withdraws you from her mouth to keep from gagging, leaving a slick coating of glistening wetness all over your cock. She coughs and splutters, and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I'm sorry," she says coyly, but she has nothing to be sorry about. Taking her head in your hands once more, you gently guide her back to your prick so that she can continue her ministrations, and she smiles sweetly before taking you back in her mouth and sucking you slowly and tenderly. This time she licks it all over, flicking her tongue carefully over the swollen head and up and down the ridged underside, stimulating all the sensitive nerve endings that send waves of erotic pleasure through your whole body and make your toes curl.

For several minutes she pleasures you in this way, sucking and licking your cock and fondling your balls with her fingertips, until she senses you're about to explode in her mouth. Then she stops and stands up.

"No, please..." you say, your voice coming out as a strained croak. 

She reaches out and places a long, extended forefinger gently on your lips. "Shhhh..." she whispers as she slowly and teasingly begins unbuttoning the front of her uniform.

Placing your hands behind your head, you lie there and watch the spectacle of this beautiful woman stripping off her clean, starched uniform -- all for you. The first few buttons reveal her slender neck and décolletage, her deep tan perfectly offset by a thin, silver necklace that adorns her elegant neckline. Then, as she unbuttons her uniform further, she exposes a deep, mouth-watering cleavage, the twin globes of her already-full breasts lifted up and pushed together by a white lace bra. A few more buttons and there comes a flat, tanned stomach with its lovely belly-button and toned abdomen. 

Your cock is positively fit to burst at the sight of this gorgeous display and it's all you can do to stop yourself jerking off right there and then, but you know the best is yet to come.

The last buttons of her uniform sees it fall open to reveal her perfect body, her bronzed skin contrasting to the bright whiteness of her matching underwear: bra, panties and -- best of all -- hold-up stockings with lace tops. With a shrug she lets her uniform fall to the floor so that she's standing semi-naked before you, then does a little turn for your amusement.

"Well, what do you think?" she asks, knowing full well what the answer is going to be.

"Beautiful," you say, although the hardness and deep color of your cock is response enough.

"I'm so glad I please you," Nurse Jennings whispers as she gets into bed beside you, the scratchy material of her underwear sending ripples of delight through your body as she rubs up against you. She then takes your hand and places it between her legs, and you immediately feel the wetness through her panties.

"Feel how wet I am," she breathes, shuddering as your finger traces the lips of her pussy through the damp material and quickly finds her clitoris. She yanks aside her panties so that you can slide your fingers properly inside her, dipping into her, and when you do this she cries out in pleasure.

"Ooh, yes!" she moans as two, then three of your fingers ease into her warm, wet hole. While you work these inside her, you use your thumb on her clitoris, which quickly brings her to a noisy orgasm. "Oh God! Oh, yes! Oooohhh Goooooddd!"

You cover her mouth with your free hand. "Shut up!" you hiss, but she's not listening. Instead she moans and groans into your palm, squirming on your fingers and thumb and riding herself to a second, thrilling climax. You panic, warning her, "You'll get us both caught!"

You withdraw your fingers from her and she's positively gasping for you to continue.

"Don't stop!" she cries, pulling your hand back to her hot, tingling pussy. "It feels sooo good!"

What the hell... you think. If she doesn't care, then why should I? Rolling on top of her you push her panties aside again and this time thrust your big hard cock into her, making her scream with pleasure. Instinctively, you cover her mouth with your hand and fuck her good, feeling the walls of her vagina contract around your cock. Her cunt is like a tight, warm, wet glove, lovingly embracing your thick member as it plunges in and out, rippling across her g-spot and sending waves of awesome pleasure through her. Her legs are wrapped tightly around your waist, the material of her stockings only turning you on more, and she's using them to pull you deeper into her on the down stroke.

"That's it," she moans in delight. "Fuck me hard!"

Spurred on by her words, you hammer away at her pussy, making the whole bed shake and creak noisily. Her cunt is making wet sucking sounds as it's reamed by your big prick, and you wonder how long you can hold out before reaching orgasm yourself.

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" cries Nurse Jennings, her face flushed and eyes screwed up tight. 

You're grinding your pubic bone hard against her clitoris now, stimulating her both inside and out, so that when you thrust downwards you press down on her clit, and when you withdraw upwards your helmet rubs against her g-spot. And this is driving her absolutely crazy. Beneath you, Nurse Jennings is writhing and undulating, lost in the throes of pleasure, while all you can do is try not to come at the sight of her tits as they almost bounce out of her lacy bra.

"Come inside me," whispers Nurse Jennings hoarsely. "I want to feel your hot cum filling me up..."

You continue to pound away at her sopping cunt, knowing that orgasm can only be seconds away. There is a layer of sweat covering your back, and your balls are aching for release. At that moment, Nurse Jennings stretches upwards and sucks on your right nipple, and it's like you've stuck your fingers into a light socket that dispenses only erotic pleasure. Your cock stiffens even more -- if that's possible -- and twitches spasmodically, and then you cry out loudly as you shoot a stream of molten semen inside her pussy. The sensation of this makes her come too, and together you pump your hips as you unload into her hungry, waiting cunt.

"Oooh," Nurse Jennings coos quietly, "Your cum feels sooo good... Fill me up, honey..."

Your orgasm is intense and prolonged. The sight of Nurse Jennings in her white cap and underwear only adds to its magnitude, as does the feel of the warm, sticky, delightful mess you've both made inside her pussy. It takes a short while before you've finished coming, after which you roll off of her and onto your back, panting for breath. You both lie there, deeply satisfied, you with your cock still red and stiff and Nurse Jennings dreamily fingering her wet hole. There is a glistening layer of perspiration across her chest and stomach.

"That was beautiful," she sighs, lifting her hand to smell your mingled scent. "It's too bad you won't remember it tomorrow."

You frown, pondering what she's just said.

"You've got to be kidding," you say with a nervous laugh. "How could I possibly forget that?"

Nurse Jennings is on her feet already and slipping her arms into her uniform. She only smiles sweetly in response.

"I mean, come on," you persist, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking her hands in yours. She pulls away from you and starts buttoning her uniform. "There's no way I could forget such an incredible fuck. You're amazing!"

Nurse Jennings smooths down her uniform and straightens her cap, seemingly not listening. She yanks the curtain back from around the bed.

"Hey!" you snap, grabbing her by the arm. She shoots you a threatening look, so you loosen your grip. "Hey. I'm not gonna forget you."

"No?" Nurse Jenning's expression is softer again, sweet and angelic. She touches your face and kisses you tenderly on the mouth. She then turns and walks to the door, her heels click-clacking on the linoleum. Before she leaves she pauses, looks over her shoulder at you and smiles one last time. "That's exactly what you said last night."



Nurse Caitlin Gives a Physical



"Mr. Parker?" I called, looking over the patients sitting in the waiting room. I looked down at the chart again, for a first name.

"Ryan Parker?" I asked, waiting for one of the patients to get up. I looked over them. There were a couple older gentlemen, a middle-aged woman, and, finally, a patient that looked like he could match the birth date on the chart. Sure enough, he began to get up. 

My patient was about my age, a cute, dark-haired boy with a short, tightly-trimmed goatee. He looked somewhat muscular, but had a smaller frame. He wore a short-sleeved brown t-shirt and some nice dark jeans. I smiled as he walked across the waiting room.

I looked back down at the chart again. The note at the top read very clearly "Full physical examination: don't leave anything out, Caitlin." "Full" was even underlined twice. Apparently, I had a habit of skimping on some of the exams, especially the more invasive or time-consuming procedures. I couldn't get around it this time. I would have to be thorough.

I looked back up at my patient, Ryan. He smiled at me, giving me a look as if to wonder if we were actually going back or if I'm doing the exam in the waiting room. I watched his eyes quickly glance over my body, and then quickly back to my face to avoid me noticing.

I began to walk back through the door, and gestured for him to follow.

"I'm Caitlin, I'll be your nurse for today, and I'll be doing your exam. Are you just here for the physical?" I asked, as I walked down the hall in front of him. While I couldn't see my patient, I could sort of feel his eyes examining the back of my legs and my ass, covered in my tight, short, white uniform skirt to only about my mid-thigh. My panties were usually visible through it, in the right light, especially today as I wore some that didn't match the skirt: a light pink pair of bikini-cut cotton ones. Nothing too fancy.

"Yes," he mumbled a little. "My doctor said I needed a full exam, I guess. Are you doing my physical?"

"If it's alright, I will be, yes. Step up on the scale." I turned toward him and he stepped on the scale in the hallway. I read his weight from the digital display on the wall and took note of it. I caught him stealing a glance at my cleavage, revealed in my close-fitting, short-sleeved, white snap-button uniform top. I had the top two snaps undone, so some cleavage was very clearly showing as it barely contained my breasts. 

"Oh, it's quite alright." He said, giving me a quick grin. 

"Thanks. You can step down." I told him, returning his smile. I led him to the door of the next exam room and opened it, letting him walk in.

"I'll be back in just a second." I said, closing the door after him. I grabbed a stethoscope, thermometer and blood pressure cuff from the box in the nurses' station. I put them around my neck, and tucked the thermometer into my front breast pocket. I returned to the room, changing the sign on the door to read: "Exam in progress."

I came in to find my patient standing in the middle of the room, looking at one of the posters on the wall explaining the body's sexual organs. It was very anatomical and scientific, and frankly, I always thought the poster didn't quite do them justice. But I was the youngest nurse on staff, and I think they always thought me kind of a trouble-maker, so I never said anything. I took the stethoscope and cuff from my neck and threw back my dark blonde, curly hair. I set them on the exam table.

"So you've been sick lately?" I said, breaking the silence. I was a little nervous; it'd been a while since I had performed a "full" examination.

"Yes, I think it's just a cold, but I thought I might get it checked. I have good insurance, so why not?" He chuckled, returning to his study of the female pussy, diagrammed on the wall.

"Haha, alright. Well, I like to get my patients relaxed, so hopefully that'll at least make you feel a little better." I smiled again at my patient. He didn't look particularly sick, but his nose was red and he had let out the occasional cough in the waiting room.

"Sounds good. Where do you want to examine me?" He asked, looking back down at me.

"Oh, on this exam table. Here, hop up." I gestured, pointing to the table next to me.

He looked over at the table and then back at me. He began to walk over.

"I meant, where on my body?" He asked.

"Oh, well, I'd like to do a full examination... very thorough." I said, with a slight chuckle, remembering the note on the chart. His body perked up, tensing a little.

"I must closely examine every part of your body, making sure everything is in working order." I finished, looking over him from head to toe with my eyes.

"Um, do I have to get naked?" He asked, a little nervous.

"Yes, I'm afraid you do." I answered, gesturing again to the table.

"Just be gentle." He said, trying to assess my tendency toward pain with my patients.

"I'll try. But for some of the tests I might need to be a little rough." I teased, secretly enjoying my patient's moment of tension.

"How so?"

"Well, it'll probably get your heart rate up." I hinted, playfully.

"Hmmmm. Will I get to check your heartbeat too?" He said, checking me out again.

"Hmmm. Well, part of the procedure will require me to get my heart rate up too, so yeah, you could check if you want." I'd never quite had a patient ask me that before.

"What if I said you'd have to at least remove your outfit?" He asked, suggestively. I thought of the chart, "don't leave anything out, Caitlin."

"I have to test some of your bodily functions, and it will require me to remove some of my clothes as well. I hope you don't mind..." I said, trying to comfort him.

"No no, it's quite alright. All of your clothes?" He asked, leading.

"Some patients prefer if I remove all of my clothes..." I answered, as he let out an anticipatory sigh. "But that part of the procedure only requires the removal of a couple items." I explained, as professionally as I could muster.

"Which ones?"

"It's up to you." I smiled again.

"Well, I mean, which 'bodily function' are you testing?" He said, with patronizing "air-quotes." I began to blush a little.

"Well, I'm going to have to at least remove my panties and lift my skirt during the procedure," "Ohhh okay..." "but that's all that's really required. However, I can remove other items at the patient's request." He nodded while I explained it to him.

"What if I said that wasn't acceptable?" He asked.

"Well, I'm afraid I need to do it to be able to do part of the examination. Just relax, I think you'll find it's one of the easier procedures..." I answered, watching his tension subside. "Some patients even find it enjoyable." He smiled again, happy to see I would be taking care of him.

"Now hop up on the table, we need to start the process." I said, gesturing yet again to the exam table. He jumped up and looked back at me, his feet dangling off the edge of the table.

"I need you to take off your shirt, sir, so I can check your heartbeat." I asked. 

"Will you do it for me, please?" He responded, raising his arms. I slowly and carefully slid his shirt up his chest with my fingers, running them gently against his sides and arms. Finally, the shirt came off, and I tossed it to the side on the table. "There we go." 

"Thank you so much." He replied, looking up at me.

I first took his temperature and asked about drugs and allergies when I began the exam. We exchanged eye contact, and he stole a few glances over the curves in my uniform. I touched my fingers to his chest again as I took the stethoscope in them, pressing it against his skin. He jumped, a little startled.

"It's a little cold!" I had forgotten to warm it up. I took it back from him and brought it to my own chest, rubbing it vigorously against my soft breast, making it jiggle as I shook it with the stethoscope.

"I'm sorry. I forgot." I apologized, but his eyes were fixated on my hand rubbing my boob, and my nipples poking clearly though the tight-stretched white fabric of my uniform. My uniform was a size too small, supposedly an ordering error on the part of the male reception clerk. I didn't mind, I thought it looked kinda cute that way. But it barely fit around my torso, and the fabric stretched a little at the snap-buttons which held the front of it together. I returned the stethoscope to my patient's chest. "Better?"

"Much better, nurse, thank you."

"Good. Now breathe in." I diligently listened to his breathing and heartbeat as I examined his chest. He breathed in and out at my instruction and while his lungs sounded clear, his heart was obviously racing. Pounding in my ears.

"Your heart is pounding, is that normal?" I asked, it didn't seem too worrisome, but I thought I'd check.

"I think it may just be a little excitement." He explained. I got where he was going. I felt it a little bit too.

"Ah, okay. Well try to relax. I'm going to check your blood pressure." I replied, sliding the cuff onto his arm. I caressed his firm muscles as I did it, impressed with their definition. He noticed and looked a little puzzled.

"Very good, have you been exercising?"

"Trying to..." He answered.

"Keep that up." I said, gently squeezing his arm again. I began pumping the cuff up and touched my fingers to his arm.

"You're gonna feel a little squeeze here... the first of a few, in fact." I say, shooting him a seductive smile. He looked confused by my comment, but I continued pumping up the cuff. I read the dial as I let out the air, taking note of his blood pressure. He seemed perfectly healthy aside from the sniffles.

"Your blood pressure is near perfect, sir."

"Well, that's good to hear." He answers, feigning relief as if he had been unnecessarily worried about it. I laugh to myself a little. I check everything -- reflexes, eyes, ears, I look into his mouth. I go over everything, as thorough as possible. But there is still much, much more I have to check, and I can tell he's becoming stressed...

"Now I'm going to need you to turn over and lay on your stomach,"

"What do you check that way?" He seemed baffled.

"In order to continue, I'm going to have to relieve some of the tension in your back." He looked stressed, and I knew a quick massage would probably help make him more comfortable. He nodded and rolled over, laying his head on his hands. I climbed up on the table and knelt over him, my short skirt riding up my smooth, naked thighs as I spread my knees apart. I took my hands to his upper back and began massaging, softly, as I sat on his lower back. The skin of my inner thighs and warmth of my cotton-covered crotch pressed against his back as I slowly rocked back and forth on him, taking my hands up and down the muscles, feeling them melt under my caress. I massaged him with care, rubbing the tension from his shoulders.

"Wow, this is amazing. Is this a special examination?" He asked, clearly enjoying the feeling of my hands along his skin.

"No, I'm just relieving some tension, is it helping?" I said, continuing with my small fingers and soft palms. I felt him seem to liquefy into the table, becoming more and more relaxed.

"Very much so. I'm feeling very relaxed." He answered.

"Ah, excellent. Just relaxed?" I asked, finishing the massage, but still sitting on him.

"Is there anything else I should feel?"

"It's normal for some patients at this point to begin to experience sensations of arousal. It's perfectly normal, but I'd like to make a note of it in your chart..." I answer, with a clearly sexual tone in my voice, and climb off of the table. I readjust my skirt and blouse, having been slightly disturbed by climbing on and off the table.

"Maybe you should double check for me," he suggested, still laying on his stomach.

"Well, I can check in the next procedure. If you don't mind, I need you to stand up and remove your pants and underwear." I ask, as he begins to roll over. My patient stands up virtually right next to me, with the hard nipples of my breasts only inches from his chest, and he drops his pants and boxers to his ankles. We stood almost touching each other for a second or two, his naked cock and balls hanging very close to my stomach, covered only by the thin uniform. I look down at them, hardly able to see them over my breasts.

"Does everything look okay?" He asked, looking down at me from above.

"So far, yes," I say, looking up at him so his eyes meet mine. "But I need to examine you more closely."

"What do I need to do?" He asked.

"Just stand there, like that." I slowly brought myself down to my knees in front of him, my face only inches from his thick penis.

"What examination are you going to do?" He said, looking down at me, kneeling at his crotch.

"I need to examine your testicles and penis now, if that's okay." I looked up at him.

"I thought that happened with your hands?" He asked, looking confused. I knew what he was implying, and trust me, some part of me was tempted to try to take his dick into my mouth and suck on it. But I had to continue with the procedure.

"It does." I take his balls in my hand, rolling them between my fingers, checking carefully for any irregularities. I could see clearly as his penis began to swell, almost hitting me in the face as his erection grew.

"Then why are you knelt down there?" He asked, looking down at me, the young, blonde, cute nurse in a short skirt with her hand on his genitals.

"So I can examine them visually." I said, studying his balls as I squeezed them gently.

"Okay. You're the nurse."

"They look like they're in normal working condition," I say, with one hand closing around the girth of his hardening penis. I began to gently stroke it, feeling it harden more and throb in my grasp. "Have you had any problems lately with these? Any pain or other problems? With um, your sexual organs?"

"Not that I've felt." He tensed a little as I pulled on him.

"Have you had any trouble becoming erect?"

"I'm pretty sure that it's all normal. Are you going to test it?" He said, smiling suggestively.

"Yes, for this examination, I'm going to need to test all of your sexual functions." I replied, still working his cock.

"Okay, you're the nurse, I'll do whatever is needed."

"It appears your penis is becoming swollen from my stroking, so it seems that's working. Are you feeling aroused?" I asked, looking up again at him. His hard dick was now almost at attention, still right in front of my face, and I removed my hand from it. 

"Very much so." He answered. I stood up and made some quick notes in the chart.

"Sir, when's the last time you had sex?" I asked, as straight-faced as I could manage. He dropped his head and blushed, looking a little shy. "It's okay, I just need to make a note of it."

"I think about 2 and a half years." He answered. I was stunned. I figured a guy like this would probably have a regular girlfriend, if not a few. "That's really bad, isn't it?" He finished.

"Hmmm well if that's the case, I think we're going to have to test and make sure your ejaculatory functions are still in working order." I say, looking back to him from the chart. "This next part of the examination is going to require you to, well, 'examine' part of me as well."

"Just tell me what I need to do and I'll do it, nurse Caitlin." He said, still standing naked at the edge of the exam table. His cock pointed straight up and he clearly was enjoying the suggestion.

"Well," I began, hesitating slightly. This part always made me a little nervous. "It's important during this procedure that the patient assumes a comfortable position. So I need you to think about what position you'd like to undergo the procedure in. In the mean time, I need to remove my panties for the procedure."

He smiled, still not quite sure what I was saying. "What 'procedure' is it, nurse?"

I lifted my skirt and with my hands pulled the panties slowly down my legs, bending over as I took them past my knees and off my ankles and feet. I felt very naked without them, but I couldn't imagine how he was feeling, watching me strip them off.

"Well, um, in order to properly test your sexual functions, I need you to fuck me in this procedure. Is that going to be okay with you, sir?" I answer, trying to hide my nervousness. I feel my own heart pounding and I'm clearly nipping through my tight top. He studies the curves of my body, the outlines of my nipples, my cleavage, my flat stomach and the tan skin of my legs, arms and face. He smiles, takes my hand, and pulls me toward the table. 

"If you hop up on the edge of the table, you could wrap your legs around me while we do it. I think that'd be comfortable." He said, motioning me to the exam table. With my arms, I pull myself up onto the table so my feet and legs hang from it. My legs are slightly open, but as he moves closer to me, he puts his hands on my knees and spreads them wider. He's now standing right in front of me, between my legs, and he looks down as I lift my skirt for him. My slit is feeling warm and wet, and I'm dripping a little bit onto the edge of the table. 

I look up at him.

"Although the removal of my panties is all that's necessary for this procedure, some patients feel more comfortable if I remove more of my clothing. Are you comfortable? Would you like me to strip?"

He grabbed my shirt by the opening and pulled it open fast, popping all but one of the snaps open. He pulls it down off my shoulders and my breasts remain covered only in my tight, white cotton bra. He looks down at them, taking one of his hands to my left tit. His thumb lightly teases my hard nipple as he begins to grope it, enjoying the feeling of my breast in his hand.

"Wow, how big are your breasts, nurse Caitlin?"

"They're 34D's, sir. If that's acceptable. I can get another nurse if they're not sufficient." I say, looking up into his eyes.

"God..." he exclaims, looking down to my breasts and pussy, then back up to meet my eyes with his, "...your body is amazing." 

I smiled as he took his hand from my tit to my cheek and began to brush my silky blonde curls back. He comes in closer to me and his big, masculine hand slides down my smooth shoulder and my arm. His hard cock grazes the inside of my thigh, and I feel it wipe some precum on me. I gasp.

"Is everything okay? You seem startled, Caitlin." He whispers.

"Everything's fine. It's normal for me to feel somewhat aroused also during this part of the examination. Don't be bothered by it." And aroused I was. Here I was spread open on the edge of the table, my skirt was up around my waist and I was feeling totally revealed to him. 

He presses his hard-on against my wet swollen clit and slowly begins rubbing me with it, as I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. Pulling it down, my ample tits bounce out into his view and he pulls me closer to the edge of the table, closer to him. As I completely remove the bra from my chest, I feel him push the head of his hard cock inside of me.

"Ahhh..." I let out a gentle, erotic sigh as my tits bounce free. "You're doing very well. I can tell your penis is completely erect, isn't it?" I say, feeling my pussy stretch over his tip.

"Hmmm... let's find out." He answers, and pulls me toward him to the very edge of the table, impaling me completely on his massive erection. As I'm fully penetrated, my naked tits squeeze close against his chest, and I roll my hips closer to him. He stays deep inside of me and presses his body against mine. I put my arms around his neck, and bring my face close to his.

"Um, do you need visual confirmation of my ejaculation?" He asks, still holding the dick close between my legs. I feel like I'm just almost too tight for it. My eyes drift to the poster featuring the sex organs on the wall. Just then, as I actually absorb his rigid penis, I think to myself, 'Now, THIS will do them justice...' I chuckle.




Nurse Caitlin Gives a Physical



"No, vaginal confirmation should be enough." I smile mischievously, giving him permission to cum inside of my tight, wet pussy. He starts slow, sliding in and out of me.

"Just wanted to make sure what was necessary."

"If it makes you more comfortable to cum outside of me or on my body, then you can." I add, smiling. Always the caring nurse: putting a patient's comfort first. He thrusts hard into me and I'm startled by the sudden motion.

"Oh god! Yes! Damn... you're a good patient." I say, taking his cock as he begins to fuck me harder.

I moan gently against him, I'm breathing hard and he fucks me with the full length of his throbbing erection. I feel the heat building inside of me, and I know soon I'm going to be screaming out in sexual delight.

I look up at him and his eyes meet mine and for a moment, we're passionate... He holds perfect eye contact with me as he continues pounding my cunt, enjoying my warmth around his rigid member. Despite the violence of his thrusts, his beautiful blue eyes remain locked unwaveringly from mine. I can barely stand the passion of it any longer; part of me longs to scream out. 

"Ryan?" I whisper to him.

"Yes, Caitlin?"

"I may orgasm --unh!- from this... is that mmmm... okay?" I ask, my heavy breathing and erotic grunts stuttering my speech.

"Oh babygirl, of course that's okay. I'd like nothing more than to see you cum with me." He says, taking one of his hands from my side to pet my hair gently. Thank god. I'm not sure I would have been able to hold back.

"Mmmmm... how am I doing?" He asks me, while his thick cock fills me deeper.

"Oh your sexual functions appear to be, well, perfect!" I reply, struggling to hide my obvious arousal. 

"Really?"

"So far! MMMMMM god yeah!" I moan, again pleasured with him throbbing inside of me. 

"Ahhhh, I'm glad." He whispers, almost just exhaling. He begins thrusting faster, and looks down at my jiggling, luscious tits. My hot wet pussy closes tight around him, squeezing his dick and pulling it deeper into me. I tip my head back in erotic bliss, and I shiver as he caresses my hip with one of his hands. I can't bear it much longer, I'm sure I'm going to cum on his mighty, rock-hard cock.

Just as he lifts his eyes back to meet mine, I look back up at him. We exchange intense and loving eye contact, still humping each other.

"Oh yes! Mmmmm... are you enjoying your exam, sir?" I ask, trembling with ecstasy, and moaning.

"Ohhhh very much so, Caitlin." He smiles, touching his nose gently to mine. We're so close now, intimate, even. "Is it possible you're always my nurse?"

He's thrusting relentlessly and he stimulates me against my swollen clit, stretching open my wet pussy. I'm breathing hard and pressing myself into him. My heart pounds, and I can feel his too, as my soft skin rubs against his...

"Talk to reception --oh!- they mmmm often can arrange that. Oh god yes! Fuck me!!" I scream, in response. He takes his hands to my arms and takes his head out from between them. I let go as he does it and he pushes me back onto the exam table, so I'm laying down on it. He gets up on the table, climbing over me, and remarkably, manages to keep his cock inside of my tight cunt the whole time. I spread my legs so they're dangling off the table, and lean forward just enough to steal a peck on his lips.

"Oh god I'm so sorry sir, that was mmmm very unprofessional of me. It's really hard -- ash! -- for me to maintain control during this -- " I start, but he silences me placing his finger on my lips. He slides himself completely inside and stops, holding me completely impaled on his hard-on.

"Shut up, Caitlin." He whispers, looking down at my wet lips, and then takes his finger away to embrace me in a full, passionate kiss. My eyes close and, unconsciously, I open my mouth and we begin making out, our tongues dancing together. He pushes mine against the top of my mouth and slowly resumes, sensually, fucking me. He thrusts harder and harder into me, and the table begins to squeak and shake violently. I feel so full with him inside, his dick is so big! I can't take it...

"OH GOD! You're fucking me so hard!!" I scream, breaking off our kiss and arching my back, heaving my breasts up into him.

"Mmmm is that okay?"

"YESSS! It's more than okay! I'm going to cum on your hard cock! Keep fucking me baby! DON'T STOP!" I scream, totally out of control. My hands clutch the edges of the table.

His fingers drift up my spine, and following them is a wave of unbelievable pleasure.

"I... can't... wait to test your mmmmm orgasm!" I squeal, wrapping my legs around his ass and using them to pull him deeper into my crotch. His hand moves over my body and clenches one of my scrumptious breasts tight, squeezing it hard. The slight pain of his grip only adds to my pleasure though, and I can't help but scream again!

"AHH!! No patient ever fucks me like this!" I take my one of my hands from the table and wipe the sweat from my forehead, throwing my hair back seductively.

"MMMMM! GOD CAITLIN!" He moans back, and then kisses my neck. I take both my tender hands to his face and turn him back to meet mine, and again we meet for an intimate French kiss. He begins to thrust forcefully into me, nearly tearing my snug wet cunt apart with his thick cock!

"AH! Is this good Caitlin?" He gasps.

"FUCK YES! MMMMM! Please, don't stop!" I feel myself quivering.

"Yeah?" He smiles.

"YEAH!!! Oh I need you to keep fucking me till you cum! Please, I wanna feel your cum fill my tight young pussy."

"DAMN! Caitlin, you're amazing!" He screams, fucking the shit out of me. We kiss one more time, and hold it, gently, passionately. Right as we end it, I whisper gently to him:

"I love you." I feel his cock bulge and I'm pushed over the top.

"MMMMMMMM!!! YES!" I throw my big breasts into him and squeeze his masculine, muscular body against my soft feminine one, and he begins to feel me convulse and cum against him. My pussy clamps down on his cock, so tight, and it twitches violently inside of me.

"FUCK! UNHHHHHH!" He grunts. He slams his member all the way in as I cum and I feel a gush of thick warmth while his cock explodes all over my cunt.

We both collapse against the table, exhausted, out of breath, and sweaty. I can barely move.

"Damn. That was the single greatest fuck I've ever received since I've been doing this procedure." I tell him. He smiles.

"Are you going to continue this procedure with other patients?" He asks.

"Hmmm I dunno. But I do know you passed with flying colors, baby." He lays over me, still in my pussy, smiling. He kisses me gently again on the lips.

"Mmmm did you enjoy the procedure, baby?"

"Oh yes I did, very much, sweetie."

"Oh baby, so did I." I smile again at him. He pulls out and steps down from the table. I look down at him standing there, with his dick all wet from our juices. 

"I'm going to see if the doctor won't prescribe you regular procedures from me." I say, teasing. I lay on the table, fully exposed, sweaty, with my legs open and his cum oozing from my crotch.

"Haha." He chuckles, looking down over the body of the young girl he just fucked. "So would I just come in for a good fuck session with my new favorite nurse?"

"Well, it's never been prescribed before, but I'm willing to explore experimental treatments if you are..." I wink at him.

"I'm willing to try anything if we can do that again sometime." He answers. "Just make sure the doctor doesn't find out what we're really doing."

"Haha, of course not. Nurse-patient confidentiality." I sit up, and gently squeeze one of my breasts. I look down at his still-firm cock, and it's dripping with cum. "Do you want me to lick that off for you before you get dressed again?" I ask, with a sexy grin on my face.

"Oh that would be wonderful, Caitlin! Can you?" He says, pointing it up toward me.

"Of course!" I hop off the table and get down on my knees in front of him. I softly slide my hand up his inner thigh, and wrap it firmly around him. I touch the head to my lips, and then trace my tongue up his shaft, licking off the hot mixture of our juices.

"Taste good?" He strokes my silky blonde hair.

I nod. "Delicious!" And it did taste pretty good. Sweet and salty, but definitely raunchy, like sex smells.

"Lick it all off for me, will you, nurse?"

I nod again, and push his shaft into my mouth. I go down on it all the way until my lips touch my fingers, and his cock, becoming hard again, tickles the back of my throat. I diligently suck and swallow, pleasuring his manhood with my tongue in my mouth. I bounce my head up and down on it, and look up at him when he begins responding with light thrusting motions.

"Goddddd Caitlin... you know how to suck dick too! Mmmmm!" I keep sucking, breathing through my nose. I'm salivating a lot, and I can feel his thrusts getting harder. He begins to gently fuck my face. He looks down at me kneeling and looking up at him, and smiles. He closes his eyes and slowly rolls his head back, sighing. I keep sucking him. I taste the cock and our juices, trying to swallow to keep from drooling.

His fingers grasp my hair, and he grunts hard while he pulls me by the back of my head all the way down onto his shaft, forcing it into my throat. I try not to gag on his mighty erection.

"Mmmm!" I whimper, swallowing the pain. 

"YES!" He groans, holding my chin to his balls and my nose in his pubic hair. He pulls me off a little bit by my blonde locks, and then with a solid pelvic thrust and, squeezing my head against his crotch, he slams into my throat again. His dick quivers.

"MMMMMMMMM GOD!" He screams, and begins shooting another hot load down my throat. He quickly pulls my mouth off his cock, and finishes squirting his thick cum on my chin. I try to swallow as quickly as I can to take down all of his salty cum. I take my hand up to my throat as I cough lightly, and try to smile up at him. He lets go of my hair.

"Sorry, Caitlin."

"Ahem, ah! That's quite alright." I cough. His cum drips down my chin with my drool and lands on top of my breasts and cleavage.

"I'm really sorry. I don't know what happened. I hope I didn't hurt you." He apologizes profusely.

"No, it's okay. It's what I'm here for. I was just a little startled is all." I force a smile on my cum-dribbled face.

"Still..." I just smile again in response.

He strokes his now clean, but still slightly wet cock. I grab the edge of the exam table, and struggle to stand up. He takes my other hand and helps me back to my feet. He comes in and kisses me briefly again, on the lips. He licks his cum off my chin, carefully. He leans down a little and licks the rest from my chest and boob, cupping and kissing it playfully afterwards. Standing back up, he looks down at me. With his hands, he reaches down and straightens my scrunched up skirt, pulling it back down to cover my ass and crotch. He brings his hands to my naked shoulders.

"Just you in this skirt looks so cute!" He smiles. I smile back and chuckle. I look down over my body and back up to him. "You should get cleaned up so you don't get fired or anything."

"Thank you. Yes, yes of course. I need to get my uniform back on."

"Yes you should." He takes my bra from the table and hands it to me. I quickly put it on and pull it up to cover my tits, pushing them back into captivity. He hands me my blouse, and as I'm buttoning it and taking my hair back, he reaches down and picks up my panties from the floor. Bringing them to his face, he sucks in and takes a whiff of their scent.

"Mmmm... can I keep these?" He asks.

I nod in response, continuing to button up my blouse. He tosses the panties next to his pants, and with his hands begins to help me snap my blouse back together, briefly groping my tits again in his hands. I stop him right before he closes the second snap.

"I like to leave the top two unbuttoned to show some cleavage." I smile. I reach down and help him straighten my tits, pushing them up with our hands. Finally, he takes his hands away from them.

"Your tits are amazing."

"Haha I know... thank you." I giggle.

"You're welcome."

"Hand me your chart." He takes the chart from the counter and hands it to me. "Thanks for fucking me. You were unbelievable. And I am gonna talk to the doctor about those regular procedures."

He begins to get dressed and watches me begin to write in the chart. "Thanks for letting me fuck you. I loved it, nurse." I only smile in response. "What are you going to write down?"

"I've got a lot to write about how that hard cock felt deep inside of me, how you thrust over and over... demonstrating amazing sexual performance on this nurse." I taunt him. He gasps.

"Can you really write that? Is that what you're going to put?" He asks, stunned. He finishes getting his clothes on and stuffs my panties into his pocket.

"Now you wouldn't want me to lie on your chart now, would you?" I tease.

"Well no..."

"Here, let me let you out." I pull at the handle to the door and open it. For better or worse, our experience, this time, is over.

"Thanks again, Caitlin, that really was amazing." He says, beginning to walk out. The cold air on my bare pussy and the hot cum dripping down the inside of my thigh is a friendly reminder of what I just did.

"You're welcome. Thanks for coming in. You're in excellent health. I'll have the doctor call you about regular procedures."

"Thanks Caitlin. You do that. I can't wait until my next procedure." He smiles and turns out the door. "Bye Caitlin." I follow him down the hall, as he leaves through the waiting room. What a patient!

I trade his completed chart for another one on the rack, and look over the top of it. Again: "FULL Physical Examination. Don't leave anything out, Caitlin." I scan it for the name.

"Marvin Reynolds?" I call. A balding, older man barely gets up from the chair. He looks about 65 or so. He scans my body and gives me a little smirk. I gesture him back from the waiting room. Another thorough, complete, full examination... oh boy, won't this be fun?



Nurse Callaway Succumbs



I would like to thank TinCup6074 for his ever helpful comments and editing prowess. If you enjoy this story please check out my previous work under kgb1979. Thanks for reading!

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The nurse stood quietly next to the bed. She rested her hand on the plastic railing and wondered to herself "Am I really considering this?" She had heard this story before and had not once thought about helping the man who was telling it. Why was this guy any different?

Walt was in his fifties but he could have easily passed himself off as a man just entering his forties. He was definitely handsome, she had to admit that, but some of the other guys had been handsome too. That wasn't what was different about Walt. He was charming and out of all the men who had tried this before he was the first one she believed.

"So?" he asked. "Will you help me?"

Nurse Callaway started. She had drifted away, deep in thought. Sure she had fucked patients before, who hadn't? Well that wasn't a fair question. There were plenty of nurses she was sure hadn't, she was not one of them. What she hadn't done, however, was fuck a patient in the hospital and certainly not one that was still recovering from surgery.

"Walt, I can't talk about this anymore tonight. I am off in a couple of hours and I've got three more patients to see before shift change. I will make you a deal. If I am assigned to you tomorrow I will consider it."

"I can deal with that, it's a start. Please think about what I said. Nurse, I swear I can't live like this. I'd rather be dead than unable to fuck!"

"Calm down Walt. There are lots of options to deal with ED. It's not the end of the world. I need to get going. Can I get you anything else?" she asked.

"How bout a kiss?" he grinned mischievously. He knew she wouldn't kiss him but he loved to see her smile. Plus, it didn't hurt to try.

"How about you kiss my ass?"

Katie knew before she finished the sentence her choice of words were a mistake.

Walt's eyes twinkled as he leaned forward and met her gaze. He wanted her to know that he was completely serious when he said in a hushed tone, "Get a little closer and I will kiss more than that. I would love to feel you squirm under my tongue."  

Katie's stomach caught fire. In her mind's eye she saw his face between her legs—his dark hair, peppered with grey around his temples, dark eyes that laughed and his smile—she was getting wet. She fought the urge to shut the door and give in to him. Instead she smiled and said "Keep dreaming Walt," as she walked into the hallway.

The following morning Katie arrived at the hospital at around 6:30. She put her purse in her locker and pulled out the lanyard with her name badge. She slipped it around her neck. She walked down to the nurse's station, ready to start the day.

"Good morning Walt. How's your foot doing this morning?"

He hit the mute button on the remote and smiled. "Looks like I am a lucky man."

"Sure does," Katie replied. She hoped that she could get through this med pass and wound check without him bringing up his request. She knew it was a long shot, but maybe he had realized he was putting her in a bad spot and would stop asking.

"Lemme see your arm", she said. She matched his wristband to the numbers on her computer and handed him the little plastic cup with two pills in it. "Are you in any pain?"

"A little", Walt replied. "Nothing major though, and no, I don't want any pain meds."

"Okay, but promise me you will let me know if it gets to be too much. I can give you a high dose ibuprofen which is non-narcotic but will still take the edge off."

"Thanks Nurse. My foot is fine. What I would rather talk about is whether you have given any more thought to my proposal."

"So much for that!" If she was being honest with herself she would love to fuck him, but he was a patient and that made the situation much more complicated than it would have been outside the hospital. If she got caught she could lose her license and she would most certainly lose her job; although the hospital was seriously under staffed so they might let her off with a warning.

"Walt, you know I can't help you. I am really sorry but I could lose my job, my nursing license, everything I have worked so hard for. It's just not worth it. I wish I could help you, I just can't."

"I understand why you're hesitant, but I have already worked it out. I have been in this bed for over a week. I have the schedule of everyone on this floor memorized and know the perfect time to do it. I am certain no one would be the wiser. Plus I have not been able to get an erection for almost a year so really you probably have nothing to worry about. I mean, we can't really have sex if I can't even get it up."

How could she have been so dumb! She hadn't thought about that. If she believed his story that he was impotent and had been unsuccessful during his dozens of other attempts there really wasn't a huge risk. Hmmm, that definitely put a different spin on the situation.

"When is this so called "perfect" time?" she asked raising her eyebrows and using her hands to form the " " around perfect. As he explained she pulled over the rolling table with the supplies for changing the dressing on his sutures and began carefully pulling off the tape.

"At 9:30, in about an hour. At that time the physical therapists take at least half the patients on this floor to the gym and the CNA for this section goes on break. Every single day for the last week I have paid close attention to the comings and goings between the time the nurses come on and about 1 p.m.—after that there are way too many people between doctors, nursing staff and housekeeping. Between 9:30 a.m. and 10:15 not one person has passed my door this past week, except once and that was you on Tuesday. If you are already here there is no risk, or very little anyway."

Katie was now taping on the new dressing. When she finished she used her foot to pull the garbage can closer and began cleaning up her mess.

"We will see. Let me go check in on my other patients and I will think about it. I will be back about 9:45 and I will give you a definite answer then, ok?"

"Ok", he answered. After a slight pause he said "I swear you have got to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I have come to believe that if you can't get me hard, no one ever will. I fantasize about those pouty lips wrapped around my shaft, about feeling the slickness of your tongue rubbing at the seam on the underside, about squeezing your tits in my hands. I don't ever get much farther than that because I get so angry at my body for not responding to those thoughts of you," he smiled ruefully. "This is my last shot. Please help me."

The last part was more of a question but Katie didn't have an answer. She needed to get out of there. The more she listened to Walt the more she wanted to kiss his mouth and feel his hands on her body. Her nipples were rock hard and she resisted the urge to move her hand to her breast. Instead she picked up her scissors and put them in the pocket of her scrub top. "I'll see you after awhile Walt, try to get some rest. All this worrying about your sexual ability isn't good for you. Is there anything I can get you?"

"Nah. I will see you at 9:45, Katie. Thanks for the foot," he smiled and she felt her defenses slip a little further. "This is ludicrous!" she thought.

For the next hour she moved steadily back and forth between a certain yes and a definite no as she tended to her other patients. When 9:45 rolled around she scolded herself. She tried to remember what the last patient had asked her for as she had left her room. She couldn't quite put her finger on the request. She didn't think she had heard more than a few words the woman had said. She was so caught up in her own thoughts everything else seemed unimportant. She sighed in exasperation. Walt was really getting to her. She admitted that she was definitely attracted to him. She found herself hoping that she could make him hard, that he would be well endowed and well versed in the ways of love making. "Here goes nothing," she thought.

It was 10 minutes to 10 o'clock when she pushed back through Walt's door. She felt a twinge of disappointment when she saw that Walt was sleeping. She thought about making some kind of noise to wake him up but decided she had better just get back to work; it was probably for the best anyway. As she turned to go Walt spoke up, "You made it."

"Oh!" she said, surprised. "I thought you were asleep."

"Nope. I was praying. I asked God to help you make up your mind."

Katie laughed, she couldn't help it. "Do you think God wants me to violate all kinds of rules so you can get a hard on and a piece of ass? That's hilarious! I wonder what the hospital Pastor would think about that?"

"My God is a lot less judgmental than the usual God is. He wants me to fuck your brains out, I am sure of it. Mainly because he wants me to be happy and right now there's nothing in the world that would make me happier. Anyway, have you made up your mind?"

"Yeah. I guess I have," she pushed the button on the door handle to lock it. She drew the curtain so that the bed would be shielded if someone happened to peep in the window on the upper half of the hospital room door.

"Oh, girl, thank you so much!! I can't even begin to tell you how much this means to me. Thank you!" Walt continued to gush until Katie came back over to the hospital bed and lowered the railing. Walt began to lower the head of the bed and Katie stopped him. "Leave it up and take off your gown."

Walt smiled, "Yes ma'am."

Katie's long blonde hair was held up in a jaw clip that looked like a wooden flower. She reached up and took it down allowing her hair to fall down her back. She shook her head slightly and ran her fingers through the ends to untangle it. She slipped out of her navy blue Crocs and then pulled her scrub top up over her head. It was white with outlines of big blue and purple hibiscus flowers printed all over it. The bottoms were plain blue. She untied the drawstring and let them fall to the floor before she stepped out of them. She left them there on the floor at the edge of the bed so they were easily accessible if someone were to come looking for her.

Walt's mouth hung open. This was better than he could have imagined. Katie was smoking hot! She stood in front of him wearing sexy lingerie that finally confirmed what he already suspected, she had a fantastic body. He smiled to see a tiny four-leaf clover tattooed a little to the left and about an inch below her navel. Her bra was cream colored satin with a black lace overlay across the bottom of both cups. Her tits were spilling out the middle and he wanted badly to touch her. She stood motionless as Walt leaned over and kissed her sculpted stomach. He pulled her closer and tucked his hand inside of her bra squeezing her breast. Her panties matched the bra with cream stain crotch and black lace across the top. He could see they were thongs and he reached down and cupped her bare ass. He caressed her smooth skin and he pulled her in toward the bed. She leaned in and kissed him, lightly at first, getting to know the lay of his mouth. She parted her full lips and let his tongue enter her mouth. He withdrew his hand from her bra and reached around and unhooked the clasp. Katie shrugged her shoulders and let it fall. She dropped it onto her scrubs.

Katie sat naked with one knee on the bed, letting her other leg dangle off the side. She ran her fingers through Walt's hair as she kissed him more passionately. Walt used both hands to play with Katie's nipples. He grabbed one nipple in each thumb and forefinger and pulled on them. Katie gasped around his mouth. She pulled back and smiled as she reached down and pulled the sheet back a little bit. "Anything yet?" she asked him.

"Not yet." Walt answered sounding unaffected.

Katie was shocked at what she saw. Walt was hung like a horse! "I could get off on that hard or not!"

Walt chuckled when he saw her widened eyes.

"Didn't I tell you about that?"

"Um, no! Jesus, Walt, that thing is huge!"

"Yeah...too bad it doesn't work!" he replied, somewhat dejected.

"We'll see about that." Katie climbed the rest of the way onto the bed. She rested on her knees and then sat back on her feet. She leaned in and kissed Walt again and then leaned across him to the other bed rail and pressed the button that lowered the head of the bed.

"I just want you to lay back and relax. Don't think about anything but the way my mouth feels on your body." She only wanted to stretch him out a bit. If this worked she wanted him facing her when she eventually climbed on top of him and let that monster invade her body.

"Listen to me." She grabbed his head and locked her icy blue eyes on his deep brown ones. "I don't expect anything from you. If this doesn't work I'm going to spread my legs across your face and make you eat me til I cum anyway. That means no matter what you cannot fail. So get it out of your mind. Got it?"

Walt grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard. He sucked her bottom lip as he massaged her breast, wanting her more than anything. When he let her go she smiled and kissed him again. She then moved down to his chest licking his nipples one at a time and then further down she softly bit his side. He sucked in his breath and she knew they were getting somewhere.

Walt settled back and closed his eyes. This was going to better than he could have imagined. He didn't feel one iota of guilt for his little white lie. Nurse Callaway wanted this just as much as he did. Besides, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

Katie worked slowly toward the prize kissing and licking and occasionally biting as she traversed Walt's abdomen. She kissed the flat spot where his groin began and moved down his thigh. Walt moved his leg hoping to rush her but this only prolonged the suffering. Katie picked up his leg and pushed it out away from his body, giving her greater access to his cock and balls. She pushed his knee up towards his body and then off to the side.

"Yow! I am not that flexible!"

Katie just smiled and let him move it down a little bit. She let his left leg remain straight but she moved it over so she could kneel between his legs. She ran her fingers ever so softly down his right thigh. On the up stroke she pressed her hand into the bend of his thigh and used her right hand to gather her hair into a twist so it would stay out of her face. Finally she dipped her head in towards his balls and gave Walt what he had been waiting for.

She sucked his velvety sack into her mouth and then one at a time gently sucked each of his balls singly into her mouth. She rolled them around before moving to the next. "Yes!" she silently proclaimed as she felt his cock begin to fill with blood. Happily, it never occurred to Katie that Walt may have been lying. She truly believed that his desire for her had overcome his physical affliction—which she suspected had started out as a result of too much stress and had eventually been compounded by one or two failed attempts at sex, until the problem had become much bigger than it really was. "Not anymore," she thought. "I have cured him."

Katie had been somewhat promiscuous in her late teens and early 20's so she had seen quite a few dicks in her life. She was pretty sure, however, that Walt's was the biggest of them all. There was one that may have been about the same size but being face to face with Walt's gargantuan cock now made it hard to know for sure. She was thankful for a weak gag reflex, otherwise she wasn't sure she would even be able to get a third of him into her mouth. She closed her eyes and focused on the job at hand. She sat up higher on her knees and opened wide. Slowly she slid her mouth down onto the head and sucked her way back off. She wanted Walt to be rock-fucking-hard before things start moving towards sex and that meant she needed to play with him a bit.

She turned her blue eyes up toward Walt's face. She was pleased to see the glazed look in his eyes. She rose up and stretched her body out until she was on her hands and knees. She never took her mouth off of Walt's cock as she moved keeping her eyes focused on him. She parted her long toned legs and pointed her ass toward the air. She surprised herself by wishing there was someone else in the room—that smoldering doctor on the fourth floor would be superb—to play with her pussy from behind. She had never had a threesome but at this moment if another man had pushed into her from behind she would not have protested. "Maybe another time" she thought.

As if he read her mind Walt clenched his butt and tried to push further into her mouth. "You little slut", he said in a voice thick with desire.

That brought Katie out of her daydream and with a sudden force she jammed her mouth down on his swollen shaft. It was a little over halfway into her mouth and she thought that was probably as far as it was going to get. She pushed harder and tried to swallow a little more. Walt moaned as her throat closed on the head of his dick. It had been a long time since a woman had gotten that much of his cock into her mouth, he was definitely impressed. God she felt good. He wanted to get her ass up by his mouth so he could get her nice and wet.

Katie kept a tight grip on the base of his cock, jacking him off as she bobbed up and down. She had found a rhythm now and was thrilled that she could see veins standing out along the shaft and feel the blood pumping through them. He was definitely erect. She reached down and caressed his sack and then gently massaged the flat spot between his scrotum and anus. Walt groaned and slowly flexed his ass toward her. "Damn that's good," he reached down and put a hand on her side. "Turn around here," she stopped what she was doing, looking confused.

"Huh?" she said. The sound was muffled by the cock in her mouth.

Walt leaned down and put his hand on her flat stomach and tugged her towards him. "Gimme that pussy," he demanded.

She slid her mouth off his dick and smiled shyly, "Oh."

She sat up straight and Walt had a sudden and intense urge to fuck her. He was tired of this game. He was going to break her. For a second Katie was scared by what she saw on Walt's face. It looked like he wanted to kill her. She backed up and the bottom of her feet hit the footboard behind her. Then she saw what Walt meant to do. It wasn't rage it was pure unadulterated desire on his face. His eyes burned with a frenzied hunger. He meant to take her and she felt excitement shoot through her body.  

Walt bent forward and grabbed Katie's legs. At the same time he rose up on his knees ignoring the pain that shot through his foot as he did so. He pulled Katie toward his body on the little bed. There was little room for movement and more than once he felt that he might fall off as he got turned around.

Walt bent Katie's knees and pushed them in towards her breasts. He at least had enough wits about him to know that if he went at it all at once he would hurt her. He had been living with the leviathan between his legs long enough to know there were very few women that were loose enough to take him on the first stroke without damage to their jewel box.

He spread Katie's legs to give himself a better view of her dripping pussy. She was definitely wet and looking down at his pounding cock waiting at the entrance he was hit with that feeling again. It wasn't as intense as it had been a second ago but he had to work hard to stop himself from ramming his cock into her. Katie had a brief second to wonder if he would fit inside her when his head was there, pushing to get in.

"Do it", Katie pleaded. She could see what he wanted all across his face. He had pinned her down with her knees and had spread her legs so he could watch the action. She was jealous. "Fuck me Walt. Please, fuck me."




Nurse Callaway Succumbs



That's all it took, her voice. He could tell that she wanted it just as badly as he did, but her sweet voice reminded him what a kind woman she was. He didn't want to hurt her. She may think that she could take it, and of course she could with some coaxing, but she would regret asking once she resumed her shift if he did as she asked. He knew from experience. So he smiled and kissed her "Just hold your horses Katie love." He drank in her sweetness, flicking his tongue over her teeth.

He kissed her lightly and whispered, "I'll be fucking you soon enough."

He let her legs relax a bit as to afford himself more room inside and he pushed his head into her warm, wet cunt. "Now that is heaven!" he thought.

He sat back up and slowly worked his hips back and forth watching as he stabbed the pink folds of her pussy. He thought if he kept watching his descent into her body he might cum, but he was defenseless to stop. He didn't want to miss a minute of this. Without thinking he pushed her legs up and spread them a bit. He tipped her pelvis up opening her up further. Katie didn't care. It hurt, but it felt so good. She wanted more.

Walt was so close to orgasm he knew he better make sure Katie was too. As soon as he felt the tip of his dick hit her cervix he used his thumb to part Katie's pussy lips. He could see her clit standing at attention. It would be easier than he thought. He stayed buried in her wetness as he spread her lips and ran his thumb over her clit. Katie shuddered. "Dammit Walt! Fuck me!" and tried to buck away from his body. He covered her mouth with a hand. "Shhh, don't forget where you are," he whispered, trying to hide his smile.

Katie's eyes widened, for a minute she had forgotten. "I hope nobody—"

Her thoughts were broken as Walt began to fuck her; first slowly and then at a quicker pace. Katie figured Walt didn't know this but tipped up like that he was hitting her G-spot with each stroke. If he quickened his pace a bit more she would not last long. She pulled him down and kissed his mouth. He was sliding in and out easily now and when he bent down over her legs it sent a shock of pleasure through her body. Her back arched uncontrollably and she moaned "Uh! Ah... Oh, God, that's good!"

Walt sensed it was time to get serious. He moved back and hooked her knees over his shoulders. He held her gaze and quickened his pace. He watched as Katie's eyes rolled back and she closed her eyes. He drew his cock all the way out of her body and then drove it into her. She came. Her pussy walls clenched around Walt's dick and he pumped in and out of her. He felt his balls spasm once and he rammed her harder. He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her tight against his chest as he emptied into her. He could hear their juices smacking as he fucked her hard letting his desire flow from his body into hers. She was spent, she was a limp doll in his arms and with the last stroke he pushed into her as hard as he could. She grabbed his ass and pulled him to her as she came again. She held his cock within her and ground her clit into him, whimpering as she did. "Ah, ah, ah." Her titties were bouncing up and down with each movement and Walt reached down and took one in his mouth. He sucked on her nipple and then took half her breast into his mouth. He put his hand on her back and sucked hard before he let her go.

Katie fell back on the bed narrowly avoiding the footboard. She was more satisfied than she had been in years. She felt like every ounce of energy had been wrung from her body. Her legs were shaking and she doubted that she could move. Walt bent down and kissed her mouth. He had a sinking feeling that he had just fallen in love with Nurse Callaway. It didn't matter now, what mattered was getting his leg stretched out and letting his foot get some air. Now that he had emptied his balls the pain in his foot was quickly becoming a problem. He shifted his weight and pulled the sheet out from between the railing and the bed.

Katie moved to get up and realized her legs were still shaking. She stepped off the side of the bed and held on to it for support. If it hadn't been there she quite possibly would have fallen on her face. She was beginning to feel the gravity of what she had done. As reality started to creep back in so did anxiety. She reached down and grabbed her bra and stuck her arms through the holes snapping it into place.

"Don't do that yet," Walt tried to pull her back into bed.

Katie pulled free, "Fun's over. I need to get dressed and back to work. I am starting to realize just how stupid this was."

She saw the sting on Walt's face. "No, I don't mean I regret it or anything. I am just saying I could get in a lot of trouble if I get caught. I really need to get out of here." she leaned over and kissed him. He tried to pull her close but she pulled back not meeting his gaze. She bent down and pulled on her scrub bottoms and realized she hadn't put on her panties. "Shit. Do you see my underwear? Look, I can't worry about it right now. You gotta find them, ok? Find them and hide em or something. Put them in your drawer and I will get them tonight. Or when I come with your meds after lunch. Fuck, I gotta go!"

It was then that someone rattled the door handle. Katie stopped in her tracks. She starred wide eyed at Walt. He was fucking naked. "Okay, cover up. God, please hurry because I am going to open the door."

She adjusted her clothes, slipped on the clogs and put on a happy, hopefully nonchalant, face and pulled back the privacy curtain.

Jackie was looking down at the locked door with confusion when Katie came from out behind the curtain.

"Hold on!" Katie called, trying to act annoyed and perplexed at the same time. She turned the knob and opened the door twisting the handle several times as if trying to figure out how it could have locked. "I don't know why you couldn't open this. He wanted a quick sponge bath so I am just finishing that up. I need to get him a clean gown."

"Okay," Jackie said casting Walt a suspicious glance. "The patient in room 52 is asking for her medication and I cannot find Suzy anywhere, she never came back from break I guess. I was hoping she was in here with you."

Jackie was a young nurse, just out of nursing school, who was unflinching in her beliefs about the way things should be—in and out of the hospital. She was constantly being talked to about her attitude toward the CNAs. She acted like they were there to serve her every whim and on more than one occasion Katie had heard her yelling at Suzy to do one thing or another. It really was no wonder Suzy was hiding out.

Jackie had jet black hair cut into a short pixie. She wore heavy eyeliner that gave her face a somewhat Asian quality. Her eyes were beautiful. Katie often caught herself starring at Jackie's eyes trying to figure out if they were blue or gray, silver might be a better word for it. "Ugh!" she was doing it right now. Jackie seemed not to notice Katie's preoccupation with her eyes when she offered to take Walt's laundry.

"I have a pile of laundry I am taking down the hall. Give me all your wet stuff and I will take it for you."

Katie panicked, "Well, I uh—"

"We hadn't really gotten that far", Walt chimed from his bed. "Nurse Callaway changed the dressing on my foot and that's when I let her know that a shower would be great. She explained that I can't do that yet with my foot still healing up."

"Jesus, Katie. You better take a look at that." Jackie was pointing at Walt's foot and Katie saw with growing alarm that the new bandage was soaked through with blood.

"Shoot!" she said moving towards the bed. "You must have popped a stitch or two."

Jackie was looking at Walt with a quizzical expression on her face. "How would he have done that?" she asked to no one in particular. "You know what?" she asked rhetorically. "I don't really care. I have my own shit that I needed to be taking care of." She looked up and realized what she had said. "Well Walt, I hope you will excuse my French. It's been one hell of a day and it's not even noon."

With that she turned on her heel and strode out of the room.

As soon as Katie was sure she was out of ear shot she began to fall apart.

"Oh my fucking God! What in the hell?? Talk about a serious cluster fuck! Oh, what am I going to do?" she was pacing the room doing her best to clean up an already spotless hospital room. "It's fine. It will be fine. I have got to get out of here, get back to my rounds and act like nothing happened. That's exactly what I am going to do. Come on Walt! Get your damn gown back on! No, no, don't do that. I will get you a clean one; have to get you a clean one now. That was so stupid! I should have thought about the towels, sponges...basin too!"

"Come on Katie-girl. Calm down. It's going to be fine. Come on, come over here" he coaxed. "Look you should probably go get the gown and some more gauze, or whatever it is you are going to use on this. I don't really care if you leave my foot like this if you have other people but that nurse seemed to think you should change it." He raised his eyebrows and reached out his hands to her.

"Yeah," Katie said in a distracted voice. She was still walking around aimlessly and made no move toward Walt. "Okay, that's what I will do. I am going to take care of 52 and I will be back as soon as I can. How's your foot feel?"

"Actually, if I could get those ibuprofen now that would be great. It's throbbing a bit."

"I will be back as soon as I can," with that she left Walt alone.

For the next two hours Katie didn't have time to think about what went down in Walt's room. She was slammed with patient requests and doctor's orders including one for an MRI and chest film and one for an enema, something she was happy to hand off to Suzy. Around 2 p.m. she realized that Walt was probably in horrible pain right now and called Dr. Swanson to get a script for Ibuprofen 800. Twenty minutes later she picking up the dispensed pills and headed back to the scene of the crime. She stopped along the way to throw a fresh gown and linens onto her cart and to pick up some wound care supplies. She probably should have told Dr. Swanson that Walt's stitches needed checking but she was afraid of what the doctor might see if he saw the foot before she had a chance to look it over.

"Here we are," she said in a singsong voice as she rounded the corner into Walt's room. This time he really was asleep. His head was back and his mouth hung slack. Katie could hear him lightly snoring. She moved closer to the bed and laid her hand on his. He slowly opened his eyes. Katie moved to the sink and drew a basin of warm water, adding a little soap from a travel size bottle marked "Johnson & Johnson's Baby Shampoo".

"This is going to have to be very quick but I definitely need to get that bandage changed."

Katie made quick work of cleaning the wound with betadine swabs from her cart. Walt's stitches were still intact and Katie sent up a quick "thank you" to the powers-that-be. She put on a clean bandage and added a sponge to the basin of water.

"How are things going?" Walt asked.

"Ok," Katie replied, "just busy. I have lots of patients and I could really use a nap."

Walt smiled. "I guess some thanks are in order. I'm not sure exactly how to say this but I want you to know that I am so grateful for this morning. I haven't had sex like that in..." He stopped pondering the thought and then waved his hand. "Who knows how long it has been."

"Well I am glad to have done such a service," Katie said with a sheepish grin. "I am going to leave you this water to wash up with. If you need something hit the call button or if you want me to I can get Suzy to come in."

Walt put a hand on her arm, "I thought you were going to sponge me off Nurse Callaway." He was flirting and Katie could feel her body responding but she couldn't let her hormones get the best of her again. She moved her arm and gave him an apologetic glance.

"Walt I am sorry but I have a ton of work to do. Please don't get me wrong, I had a great time this morning but that can't happen again. I hope that you continue to have success getting your—" she couldn't think of the word she wanted to use, "well having sex. Especially since you are so good at it." Katie lifted her eyes and met Walt's gaze. She could see that he was disappointed. "Really, what did he think? That we would lay around here having sex all day?"

"What about after I get out of here? Do you think you could let me take you to dinner or something?"

"Maybe", Katie replied. "I just need to get some distance on this morning and decide how I think this should play out."

"That's what I am afraid of Katie. You work so hard to keep things in their 'correct place' that I think you will intellectualize yourself right out of my life," he shrugged. "Let me know. I'd love to see you again."

Katie lay her hand on his arm, "I will. I promise. Like I said, let us know if there is something you need. Okay?"

Walt took a deep breath and grabbed the sponge, ringing it into the basin of water before bringing it up to his face. "I'm good, thanks though," he unmuted the television as Katie left the room.

Jackie watched from the nurse's station as Katie left room 50. The same room Jackie had stood outside of this morning listening to that tramp fuck a patient.

Jackie had been shocked when she had approached the door and heard Katie begging that old fart to fuck her. It had been comical to watch them flounder, trying to play it off like they hadn't just been lost in the throes of their passion, like everything was perfectly normal. Jackie relished in their panic and watching them try to cover up their indiscretion had been the highlight of her day. Obviously they hadn't been aware that the room smelled to high heaven of lust and semen. She had been certain that she had been able to smell Katie's pussy when she had gotten close. The musky scent of a wet woman was something she knew well.

It had driven her mad to think of that fucking old man putting his dick into Katie's wetness but she had become turned on just the same. On her lunch break she had gone down to the single occupancy women's bathroom on the 2nd floor. The 2nd floor housed conference rooms and a handful of doctor's suites and she thought this would be the best place to find some privacy. She masturbated wildly as she fantasized about happening on the sex act a little earlier and finding the door unlocked. In her fantasy she kissed Katie's breasts and fingered her pussy while Walt watched.

She had been so fucking horny since she had walked into the room that morning and it only took her five minutes to reach climax. She had stood with one foot up on the toilet and her left hand against the wall behind the toilet. With her eyes closed and her hand buried deep in her own pussy she had whispered Katie's name as the orgasm radiated from her clit, overtook her body and caused her to shudder in ecstasy.

Later that night as Jackie had climbed into bed and turned out her bedside lamp she grinned. She had a plan. She would finally have Katie Callaway. After a year of fantasizing and longing there was a chance, a real chance, that Katie would be hers.



Nurse Candi and Amber



I sat up and ran a hand through my straight black hair. I was a bit confused about why Amber was even here? I worked as a part time nurse at the local high school. I shared it with another nurse but that girl was not here today because it was her off day. Amber had come into my office complaining about being sick. I had examined her and found no reason for her to even be there. I shook my head as I spoke to her about this, "You seem perfectly fine to me. I can't seem to find anything wrong. Are you ok? Is there something else you wanted from me?" I wondered if she was trying to skip class? It wouldn't have been the first time that a student had tried to get me to write them a note and send them home.

Amber was a gorgeous eighteen year old student at the school and was pretty popular too. I had to admit that I loved the way she looked. If I had my way and was able to get my wish; then all the girls would be wearing their birthday suits to school. I would call that progress for sure. Amber had straight blonde hair and blue eyes with a bit of black eye liner around the edges. She also possessed a body that would make any woman jealous. She was wearing her usual school uniform which consisted of skirts and a variety of different tops. She was one of the girls that often were wearing a skimpier skirt than anyone else and the one she had on now was no exception. It was a bit frilly at the bottom and rode high above her knees. The shirt she wore was navy blue without any pattern but it was a tight fit for her eye popping form. It pushes her breasts up and gave off an magnificent view of her twin peaks. Her legs, which were crossed at the moment, were smooth and soft looking. I just wanted to run my hands over her skin and get a taste of her delicious figure.

"I really wasn't feeling well, Miss Candi." Amber told me as she put one hand up against her forehead as if she was going to faint.

I had to almost giggle at that. Her show of weakness almost made me believe her but I knew better. I put my hand against her forehead and smiled as I answered, "Well, you do seem to be running a little hot; maybe you should take off some of those clothes?"

This caught her totally by surprise. Most nurses would offer to douse you with a little water on a face cloth but my statement had caught her off guard. I was pleased to see that she had blushed on account of my efforts to seduce her using words. I leaned forward and brushed my hand through her soft, blonde hair. My white, snap-button up shirt was inches from her nose. I could even gently feel the brush of her nose against the cleavage left by the open area of my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra and so my nipples were hardened like someone had poured cold water on me.

"Come on now sweetie, I know the real reason for why you came here. I can take care of you. I will make you feel all better. I saw the way you were looking at me and so I know you want me." I told her and sank to my knees in front of her as she sat in the chair by my desk.

A faint red blush still remained on her face and she had now put her hand over her mouth as she saw me in front of her. I took that to mean that she was ready. I leaned forward and planted my lips on the hollow of her neck between her shoulder blades where it dips inward. I slowly licked my way up her chin to her lips and kissed her warm, wet lips. I saw that she had closed her eyes because of this. I withdrew my mouth from against her skin and laid my hand on her neck instead. I lightly caressed my hand down her arm to the bottom of her shirt. I had one hand on her knee, while the other slipped somewhat under Amber's shirt and I leaned in to kiss her much deeper than before.

Amber was growing excited by the looks of it and that resulted in her moaning right into my mouth while we kissed. We locked our tongues together and let them dance before I broke the kiss. Amber dropped her eyes as I now had both my hands on the bottom of her shirt and quickly pulled it over her head; smoothing out her hair as the shirt came off. I set the shirt on the chair beside the desk and returned to kiss her once more on those attractive lips of hers. I had my hand on her cheek and the lower half of my body was straddling Amber's body and I simply loved the way my body was grinding against hers. She was so warm that it was amazing to feel the heat coming off her body as if it were begging to be touched.

Amber made no move to gain an upper hand on me as I did all of this. It seemed that she was more than willing to be the submissive one for the time being. I turned away from her while I continued to sit in her lap and cleared the desk off beside us. I swept most of it onto the floor and didn't care that it made a mess. I would clean it up later on when I was finished with Amber. I tugged her up out of the chair and spread her out on top of the desk. My hands were longing to touch her sexy teenage body and pressed against the area running in between both her breasts. She was wearing nothing more than a pink bra and her skirt now with her shirt off. I stopped to trace my fingers up and all over her swelling breasts.

She stared up at me, shivering and purring with that same blush from earlier. I turned back to face her and let my hand moved underneath her skirt and inch along to her cotton panties. I enjoyed the feeling and texture of her underwear and rubbed on them more and more as I got the reaction from her which I wanted. I could see that she was also biting her lip and so I climbed on top of her. I put one of my legs on either side of her. I lowered my lips and slipped my tongue into her mouth. I locked my tongue with hers and bit softly at her lips. Next, I moved my lips towards the right and down her cheek to her neck again. I continued until I was able to bury my lips against her breasts.

"This will not do. This needs to come off your nicely fuckable body." I told her and removed her bra which now left her sweet, perky breasts freely to be used by my hands. I wrapped my hands around them and fondled those lovely parts of her body. Her nipples hardened against the flicks f my tongue and she moaned more as she stared at me. I worked down to her skirt and unfastened the button holding it in place. I then pulled the strap back to remove the skirt and laid it on the chair with her shirt. I turned back to her and leaned down as I brushed my hair aside and began to kiss her stomach. I didn't end there but continued down to the edge of her panties. I had moved my hands up over her breasts and neck as my tongue slipped southward; therefore, the pressure from my tongue on her panties drove her to cry out with more pleasure. I drove my tongue forward and licked her from the bottom of her panties to the top. My lips and tongue were directly settled on her wet, warm and nicely sweet-smelling pussy. She smelt amazing and was soaking wet but only began to flow more under the pressure from my mouth.

"Oh, that feels so good. I wanna lick and have some Candi too." She cried out as her arms outstretched above her and she pushed against the wall. I giggled softly at the expression upon her face which reminded me of a little girl wanting a new toy. Amber finally showed some effort to take charge and flipped me over onto my back. She presses her body down more onto mine and grinds hard against my hips. I moaned and shut my eyes and ran my hands over her sides to her ass. I waited to see what she would do next?

Amber was a kinky girl and she knew all about the stories of what went on in the nurses' office. Plenty of students had privately discussed the routine visits of students receiving happy endings and so she had come fully prepared to receive the same. She reached down over me and snatched up her bag from off the floor. She opened it and takes out a bottle of whip cream. To most people this was an odd item to have in a teenager's school bag but Amber had planned this out and knew my personal reputation and how I had already been with several other girls at the school. Amber turned to me with a smile as she spoke to me again, "I have always wanted to try this to someone." 

She then reaches down to grap my shirt. There was a ripping noise as she tears my shirt wide open and sent buttons flying everywhere. I was as horny as hell and my nipples remained hardened which she found the time to play with them; despite her efforts to open the can of whip cream. I was deeply surprised by how the girl had changed from a sweet angel to the kinky and naughty schoolgirl that I would never have thought she would be.

She back at me as I watched her and moved her hands further down my body. She continued by roughly snatched my skirt down and practically ripped it off me in the process. I arched my back and nuzzled against her as she kisses my stomach and breasts. She then proceeded to tearing off my panties and left a red outline over the area they had been a moment before that. This caused me to gasp in surprise and cover myself almost as if I was embarrassed for her to see me; although, I really didn't mind. She raised the can of whip cream and shook it before spraying it onto my neck, breasts, stomach and finally down in between my legs. She started at my neck; gently biting and licking off the whip cream before her kisses became much harder against my skin. I continued to gasp, moan and cry out as her lips move across my body and filled me with such an enjoyable feeling that I was speechless. I shook with pleasure as her tongue caressed my nipples and she pulled on them while sucking eagerly upon my breasts. I was in an ecstasy state of mind as her mouth continued to move further down my body and she cleaned off all the whip cream thoroughly on her way down there. She ended by burying her tongue, lips and mouth on my sopping wet pussy. It wasn't just all whip cream in the end; indeed, it was mixed with the cum created by the breath taking sexual experience she had just given to me.

It was my turn to finish her off and I let my fingers go to work on her. They moved forward, rubbing along the length of Amber's pussy and got her even more aroused. I pulled off her panties and told her about how she was not getting them back. I wanted to keep them in order to keep the smell of her anytime I wanted a reminder of how sexy she was on that desk. I began to use my fingers on her pussy. I started on the inside of her thighs and brushed two of my fingers and thumb over her wet pussy. I let my fingers slide in and work her up more. I waited until I felt it was now or never and shoved my fingers into her. I began to fuck her with my fingers and she tightened around them. She moved her body with the rhythm of my fingers and as I brought them down into, she pushed herself up to meet the feeling. Soon she had enough and was done with a gushing flow that shook her body till it dwindled down to a trickle.

She soon got dressed and returned to class fully feeling better. I went back to working as a Nurse as happy as I ever could be.



Nurse Carole's Medical Examination



I had to attend a private hospital just outside of London for medical examination for insurance purposes. I arrived on time and was pleasantly surprised to see how nice it was. It looked more like a hotel. I went into reception and showed them my appointment letter. I sat down for a couple of minutes and a nurse came up to me. She introduced herself as Staff Nurse Stone and we shook hands. She asked me to follow her. We went into a small office and she shut the door. She said the examination would take about an hour. She would ask some personal questions and then do the examination. She stood up opened another door in the office and led me in. There was bed in there, an armchair and various pieces of medical equipment. She handed me a gown and asked me to undress. I took my clothes off and hung them on a rail and went back into the other office and sat down beside the desk. Making sure the gown I had on was covering my private bits.

Nurse Stone started off by asking me my personal details, address, date of birth etc. As she wrote it down I noticed how nice her make up was. I wouldn't have expected nurses to wear make up but she had nice eye shadow and a deep red lipstick on. I guess she was in her late thirties or even early forties. She was a little on the large size but not fat. I couldn't help but notice her ample breasts and black tights. Although of course I wondered if they could have been stockings. I liked the thick black belt she wore. It pulled her waist in and pushed her chest out. Her blue uniform was buttoned high on the neck. I looked at her name badge and saw her first name was Carole.

As she asked me another question she would swing round in her chair and face me. I found it terribly hard to stop looking down at her thighs as her uniform had rode up and exposed more than she should have. I'm sure she saw me looking on a couple of occasions but didn't bother to adjust herself. This was getting embarrassing as I felt myself getting an erection. She soon finished the questioning and swung round in her chair and pulled it closer to me. She picked up an ophthalmoscope to check my eyes. She shone the bright light in my eyes and I felt her getting closer to my face as she looked into the optical instrument. 

Immediately I smelt her perfume and breathed it in deeply. I could feel her breath on my face. Oh God, I was getting even harder. I pushed my legs tighter together. Nurse Stone told me to relax. The eye examination took quite a few minutes and I have to admit I liked having her face so close to mine. I opened my mouth slightly and let her breathe into it. Although she was so close to me I couldn't see her lipstick but I could remember what it was like. I longed to kiss her and put my tongue deep inside her mouth. I thought, this is stupid, I was getting a full hard on now. I needed to relax and let it subside, but it didn't work like that.

When she finished she led me into the other room and I lay on the bed, making sure my erection was tucked tightly between my legs. She took my blood pressure and commented that it shouldn't have been that high. I knew why it was. She listened to my chest and obviously she saw that my nipples had hardened. She felt my ankles and then said she had to check my testicles. I asked if it was really necessary and she said it was and not to feel awkward as she does this every day of the week and she is beyond embarrassment.

As she opened the gown she saw my erection and said, 'Now I realise why your blood pressure is raised.' She examined my testicles and I loved the feel of it. She said, 'They are fine but I wonder if I should take care of the other problem down there. I really shouldn't do it but it would then lower your blood pressure.' She looked up at me and I smiled and nodded my approval.

Nurse Stone reached behind her and put on a pair of surgical gloves and turned round to face me. My cock was standing fully to attention. I felt one of her hands on my cock start slowly rubbing it. I looked down at her fully covered breasts and longed to play with them. I thought that she would masturbate me quickly just to give me relief and get rid of my erection. But it didn't quite work out like that. She was very slow and deliberate and kept asking if she was doing it right and was I enjoying it. I got a suspicion that she too was enjoying it. I decided to be adventurous. I put my hand on her large round bottom and gently stroked it. Amazingly she didn't stop me. This was my cue to carry on. She was still masturbating me slowly and was clearly in no hurry to finish it off. I reached down lower and lifted the back of her uniform. She didn't object and I felt under it. She was wearing hold up stockings and I felt the bare flesh of the back of her thighs. I felt her push her bottom back to meet my hand. 

She was beginning to enjoy this too. I rubbed her knickers and could feel they were getting wet as I eased my fingers inside them but couldn't quite reach her pussy lips. I felt her other hand start tweaking my anus and liked the feel of the latex glove against my skin. I said, 'Why don't you take your uniform off.' She replied, 'Oh no, I shouldn't do that.' But then she suddenly stopped, moved over to the door, opened it and put the occupied sign up and shut the door and locked it. She undid her thick black belt and unbuttoned her uniform and hung it up. She stood there in her bra, knickers and hold up stockings. She turned round and reached down for my cock again and pulled my foreskin right back and lowered her head and plunged my cock deep into her mouth and I felt her tongue find its way into the hole at the top. 

I reached up to her bra and lifted it over her tits. They were magnificent and I heard her sigh as I played with them and pinched her nipples. After a few minutes she said, 'Play with my pussy, take my knickers down and finger fuck my pussy.' I reached down and pulled her knickers down her legs. My fingers found her very wet pussy. I eased two fingers inside and started to finger fuck her. Nurse Carole sucked me harder and continued to ease a finger inside my arse. I knew I was going to cum soon. She stopped sucking for a moment and said, 'Put a finger inside my arse,' and then continued sucking my cock. I eased my small finger easily inside her and finger fucked her arse as well as her pussy. My orgasm approached and I called out that I was cumming. She withdrew my cock from her mouth, quickly stood over me and wanked me off so that I shot my cum over her ample tits. 

I looked in amazement as she started rubbing my cum into her nipples which grew even larger and harder. Then she said, 'It's my turn to cum now.' She sat on the edge of the armchair with her legs draped over the arms and wide apart. I knelt in between her legs as she held her pussy lips open for me. I loved the smell and taste of her pussy as my tongue delved deep inside it. She moved closer to the edge of the armchair and said, 'Finger fuck my arse at the same time.' I eased one finger inside as I licked and sucked her clit. Her arse opened and easily took my middle finger. 'Fuck my arse,' she pleaded with me. I did as she ordered and I plunged my finger back and forwards inside her. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as her orgasm neared. 

I looked up and watched as she played with her large tits. She had her eyes closed as she pinched and squeezed her nipples. Suddenly she called out, 'Oh, I'm cumming, suck my clit, put your tongue inside me, oh yes, suck harder, oh yes that's it.' I felt her hands behind my head as she pulled my face hard against her soaking wet pussy. I felt she was fucking herself with my face. Then she actually ejaculated her cum and I felt her cum actually shoot out of her all over my face. She continued to grind my face against her pussy as she bought herself for a second time. After she recovered she lifted me up and kissed or rather licked her own cum off my face.

Then she said, 'Right lets check that blood pressure again.'



Nurse Cindy



Doris wakes from a bad dream and finds herself in a hospital bed. Her head is pounding but that is nothing compared to the pain in her legs that hang off of pulleys, spread eagled in the air. "Ohhhh," she groans as she tries to remember what happened.

She and her boyfriend went to the ski resort to celebrate their 1 year anniversary. Doris was practically born on skis and 3 years ago she almost made the Olympic ski team. Matter of fact the only thing she likes better than skiing is sex with her boyfriend. Sex in its self is a distant second. But Tom just knows all the right buttons to push on her like no other. She just can't seem to get enough of him.

But now it comes back to her that Tom brought her to the resort for break up sex. After three tremendous orgasms and promises of more Tom dropped the news on her. She was too wrapped up in her skiing and was neglecting him. That he had found another more "normal" girl. Then after a few tears and a big fight, he left. Men have had the same complaint before with Doris but this time it hurt because of the sex.

Pissed off, feeling hurt and worried about finding a new boyfriend as good as Tom in the sack, Doris did what she always did in times of crisis, she went skiing. But this time because she was feeling reckless and not paying attention enough, she had a terrible fall and the last thing she remembers is the large tree heading for her as she slid down the hill on her ass.

Doris presses the button to call the nurse for some pain medication and to find out how bad she fucked herself up. After a short while a tall buxom blond enters her room in answer to her page.

"Look whose awake, my names Nurse Cindy how do you feel Doris?"

"Not to good Nurse Cindy can you give me some pain killers and tell me what's wrong with Me.?"

"Sure thing Doris lets see what your chart says. It says here you have 2 broken bones in your left leg and 3 in your right and you have a concussion. I would hate to see what the tree you hit looks like," Nurse Cindy giggles. "Well,well,well, that's interesting, says your legs have to be in this position for at least 6 weeks, sounds like you and I are going to become good friends," Nurse Cindy leers. "I'll get that medication for you now. Be right back."

Doris groans, "Six weeks, with my legs in casts, well that sucks." Doris looks around and sees she is in a small private room. A 19 inch color TV hangs on the wall in front of her feet. Nurse Cindy quickly returns with her medication and some water.

"Here you go Doris, do you need anything else before I do my rounds?" Nurse Cindy asks as she hands Doris her pills and water.

Doris takes her first good look at Nurse Cindy, She is a tall older blond in her early forty's who has obviously retained the beauty of her youth, the type of woman who actually becomes better looking with age. But the first thing you notice about Nurse Cindy is how her breasts strain at her nurses uniform. She has it completely buttoned but that only seems to heighten her sexuality instead of lesson it.

"Yes Nurse Cindy matter of fact there is," Doris says, "Could you get someone to turn on the TV for me please?"

"Sure thing honey, it will have to be in the morning though because the people with the TV service have all gone home for the night. Would you like me to read you a bed time story instead Doris?" Nurse Cindy giggles.

"No that's ok," Doris chuckles, "I think I'll just go back to sleep. I'm very tired and I have a bad headache."

"Ok then, See you tomorrow Doris," Nurse Cindy says as she leaves the room. Doris takes her pills and is fast asleep within five minutes. 

Thirty minutes later with Doris in a deep sleep from the pills Cindy has given her, Cindy returns to check on her ward. Finding her almost comatose, Nurse Cindy unbuttons Doris's hospital gown and inserts her hand beneath it as she slowly fondles Doris's large full breasts until Doris's nipples become fully erect. She lifts the gown from the bottom and slowly rubs Doris's swelling clit until her pussy is wet enough to insert a finger in. Cindy messages Doris's womanly pearl with the palm of her hand while she pokes her pussy with her finger until Doris starts moaning in her sleep.

Removing both her hands from their pleasure palaces, Cindy sucks her finger clean and mutters to herself, "Tasty, but you seem to be running a fever, you seem quit...hot," Cindy giggles as she saunters out the room.

Late the next morning Doris awakes from her fitful slumbers. Her head no longer hurts and the pains in her legs have diminished somewhat. She tries to remember the erotic dream she has had while she slept but the only thing that comes back to her is how horny she seems to be getting. On her night stand she sees the remote for the TV and turns it on. "Cindy you're a doll," She says as she settles down to watch all the day time TV she has never seen before. She is particularly excited to see Judge Judy having once had a relative on the show. After lunch she doses off only to awake to Nurse Cindy bending over her as she fluffs her pillows. She is treated to a up close, reluctant view of her ample cleavage as Nurse Cindy's freckled bosoms gently wiggle on her face and shoulders with one of her buttons undone. Doris can't help but be surprised by the subtle tingle she feels in her pussy.

Finished with the pillows nurse Cindy stands up and say's, "How are we feeling today Doris, any better?"

"Much better Nurse Cindy,"

"Please just call me Cindy," putting her hand on Doris's arm and squeezing. "I'll check back on you later," Cindy says as she bustles out the room.

"Well she's a busy one," Doris muses as she does some channel surfing. She comes across an "X" rated channel, she pauses for a second, then feeling guilty quickly turns on something else. Her mind keeps coming back to the porn channel and after a bit she finds herself listening for Cindy's foot steps as she changes it back to the channel. And right on cue; out of nowhere Cindy rushes into the room with a pill and some warm milk for Doris to take just as a monster cock parts some video nymphs gapping gash.

"Oh my," Cindy squeals as she sees what is on the TV.

Doris turns redder than a tomato as she fumbles with the remote and finally gets the Disney channel on. "Uh, I wasn't watching that," Doris stammers, "It was a commercial and it just came on."

Cindy looks at Doris and slowly smiles, "Don't worry about it Hun, us nurses watch it all the time in the nurses lounge. I think that fine example of manhood goes by the name of Will Hung, he's in a lot of the movies on that channel."

"He reminds me off my boyfriend, I mean my ex, I mean he wasn't as big, oh dam it, I just meant my boyfriend looks like him."

"Hehe, I no what you mean Doris, when you break up with a man, every other man reminds you of the ex a little bit." Cindy rubs her arm up and down and leans over to kiss her gently on the forehead, exposing even more breast than the last time as another button is now open. "Here, I brought you some nice warm milk to help you sleep."

Again feeling the tingles in her pussy as she eyes Cindy's cleavage, Doris takes her pill and a sip of milk. Smacking her lips at how sweet and tasty the milk tastes, Doris brings the glass back to her lips and finishes off the rest of it in several long gulps. "Do you always put sweetener in your milk that was delicious?" Doris states as she wipes away her mustache. 

"No sweetener needed Hun that's all natural, I didn't even need to heat it," Cindy says proudly.

With a quizzical look on her face Doris asks, "What do you mean all natural?"

"Oh Doris didn't you know? Some of the women who give birth here, well they don't have much money or insurance, so they offer their mothers milk as partial payment, as a special treat I brought this too you straight from the nipple so to speak."

Doris almost turns green at the thought of what is rolling around in her belly and she sits up in bed making retching noises. Cindy quickly grabs her in a bear hug smashing her tits into Doris's as Cindy rubs and pats her back.

"Relax baby calm down, it's all right. Try to keep it down though if you can, its very good for you and will help in the healing and will help get you back on your ski's that much quicker. Remember you did say you liked the taste before you knew what it was. All the nurses and many of the patients drink nothing but."

Doris listened to all Cindy had to say, she had to admit that it did taste very good and she was sure it was quite healthy. It was just the shock of being surprised like that. Anything that would get her back on the slopes faster she was all for and she was very open minded to start. So long before Cindy finally stopped hugging her and patting her back and right around the time she felt her own nipples stiffen with pleasure from rubbing into Cindy, Doris had decided she really liked the idea of drinking the breast milk. 

"I'm all right now Cindy and to prove it can I have another glass?"

"Well sure thing honey, this won't be fresh though the dairy farm is asleep," Cindy giggles leavening to fetch the milk. She returns with another warm glass of milk, "Sorry I had to nuke it but you still should like it."

Doris takes the new glass and carefully drinks it down. Cindy is right the milk still tastes great but it's missing something that the first glass had. Either way though she is sure she will have no further problems with the milk. So smacking her lips when done, "Ah that hit the spot. Thanks Cindy I'm sorry I was such a pain before it just that I had never had mothers milk before and I was surprised. Now that I know what it is and have tasted it I do like it much better than regular milk. But your right it does taste better fresh," Doris says with a blush.

"That's all right Doris I should have told you first before you drank it." Cindy winks at Doris and puts her finger to her lips, "I like it straight from the tit better too. Well since I'm here any way, I might as well give you your sponge bath," Cindy states as she lowers Doris's legs down so she can sit up in bed. Doris has never been bathed by a woman before and her blush deepens as Cindy finishes lowering her legs, has her sit up in bed and unties her gown in the back. "Be right back Hun," Cindy leaves the room and quickly returns with a rolling table supplied with all she will need for the sponge bath.

After wetting the sponge she slowly, gently, drags it around Doris's neck and her shoulders in the back. "You have such beautiful skin Doris," Cindy states as the sponge reaches her lower back sending goose bumps through Doris's body. Cindy is very thorough and Doris finds her self relaxing and getting drowsy from the sponge message when she feels her gown being pulled from her body in the front and dropping to her lap exposing her nipples to the night air. She instantly comes fully awake and covers her ample chest with her arms.

With arms on hips and a look of exasperation on her face Cindy pouts, "You silly goose how am I going to wash you if you cover up like that? I'm a woman and I'm a nurse, I've seen plenty of breasts before so lower those arms now missy!"

Blushing even more if possible Doris mentally forces her arms to her lap and turns her head to the wall so she doesn't have to see Cindy. "Well I never," Cindy exclaims, "With breasts as perfect as these, why you should be shy showing them I have no idea. "Doris's nipples harden and despite herself she feels her back arch just a little to display her breasts better to Cindy.

"Thank you," Doris mutters into the wall as a small subconscious smile comes to her face. The moist sponge rubs the small of her neck and Doris can feel a little river of water run down her chest to disappear between the valley of her bosoms, but before it can go any further it is sucked up by the sponge as it scrubs the erogenous zone between her breasts. "Hispppp," escapes from her lips as the goose bumps return in force and Doris surprisingly finds her pussy coming awake.

Cindy pretends not to notice, but a smile comes to her face, when a soft moan can be heard as she strokes downward with the sponge on the large, full, firm, tear drop shaped orbs that Doris has been graced with. And when the sponge reaches her proud nipples, Doris finds herself wishing it was Cindy's lips instead as sweat breaks out on her forehead and she licks her lips wishing but also not wishing this bath would end.

Finally done with her breasts, Cindy sponges Doris's stomach. Doris waits for the sponge's eventual southward plunge with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation and when she feels it moving in that direction neither woman is surprised that Doris's legs spread quickly and maybe just a bit too wide as it waits for the sponges arrival. The soft rubbery material spreads her swelling lips and adds it's moister to her own as it gently tickles Doris's pussy to full arousal. Doris is fighting the urge to grind on the sponge but little hip thrusts still are evident to both women as the sponge does its job.

Doris's hands are no longer in her lap as they some how have made there way to her sides and as the more vigorous scrubbing starts she feels them tensing, along with the rest of her body and lifting her but up off the bed to meet the sponge. Just when Doris is about to give into the building orgasm she is trying so hard to hold back, "All done," Cindy states as she collects up the sponge and table and pounces out the room. 

In an instant Doris's mind races back, "What just happened?" Her body is still in full arousal, her nipples and clit hard enough to cut glass and her pussy soaked from water and lust, Doris's hand shoots between her legs to finish what the sponge started. It isn't long before her hand is racing back and forth between her legs, her hips humping and moans of pleasure are filling the room, as her climax approaches the point of no return,

"Oh my I wouldn't do that if I were you Hun," Cindy declares in a motherly tone. Doris caught with her hand in the cookie jar, snatches her hand away as fast as she can. In a quiet voice Cindy says, "Don't get me wrong I'm not apposed to rubbing a quick one out, God knows how many times I have myself, but unless you want to be on that TV, on that channel you seem to like so much as one of the stars, I don't think that Jilling off in the room is such a good idea." Pointing to just above the TV, "There's camera's in all the rooms in case one of the patients is having medical problems. Hi Mary," Cindy says as she waves to the camera.

"Oh My GOD, I never saw that before," Doris says as she pulls the covers over her head, "I'm so embarrassed." 

"Oh don't be Cindy, we all do it, Mary more than most," Cindy giggles. "I'm just glad I came back to put your legs back up before the change of shift in ten minutes and Ron our male nurse at the desk comes in. Now that would have been embarrassing. The poor man hasn't seen a vagina in twenty five years. I would hate to have to explain why he had a heart attack watching the monitors. You'd be wanted for murder."

Doris removes the covers from her face and can't help but laugh as she shyly waves to Mary.

"That's the spirit, now let me get back to my rounds and maybe I'll have some more of that nice milk you like so much for you later. Freshly squeezed," Cindy giggles.

Doris thinks, "What next," as she sneaks another peak at the camera. How did I not see that before she wonders? She even starts to wonder if it was always there. Cindy is as good as her word and a few hours later she brings her another nice warm glass of fresh mother's milk to go along with her pill and she is quickly asleep for the night. Once again her stealthy night caller pays her a visit and once more she has erotic dreams she can't remember upon waking.

She wakes the next morning and while eating her breakfast she turns on the TV to discover the only channel she can receive is the porn channel. She doesn't want to disturb the busy nurses during breakfast so she resigns herself to watching the further adventures of Will Hung. But the movie ends shortly, just as Doris was beginning to really enjoy his fine attributes and was trying to decide if the camera could see her hand if she threw a blanket on her lap.

The next movie wasn't much to her liking as there wasn't one male in it. She once again tried to change the channel with no success. So she tries to turn the set off and finds that won't work either. "This is ridiculous," She says, "Now I have to watch lesbos cavorting all day." Doris lies in her bed pouting, occasionally glancing at the TV and trying to decide if the nurses are done with breakfast, before she knows it she is watching the movie full time and once again debating the blanket in her lap.

Things changed for her with the move when a nurse with a very strong resemblance to Cindy started taking another women's "temperature" with her finger and the two women were quickly in bed together. Doris felt her own temperature rising and when she caught herself hoping Cindy would take her temperature; she grabbed the buzzer and paged the nurse. A women she had never seen before came in and she registered her complaint. The nurse was unable to fix the TV but promised to call the service as soon as possible to come fix it. Unfortunately for Cindy, this nurse wasn't as vigilant in her job as Cindy and the phone call was never placed.

For now at least she could turn the sound down and is able to fall asleep until lunch, with dreams of boobies filling her head. For lunch she has typical bad hospital food with nuked mother's milk which she is really starting to look forward too. Soon after she sees a nurse helping a very busty young woman to walk down the hall and when another nurse comes in to check on her Doris asks, "Who is that woman with the nurse that just walked by?" The nurse thinks for a second and then her eyes light up.

"Was she busty, very young?"

"Yeah that was her, who is she, I haven't seen her before?"

"Oh that's Judy; she's the one that donates a lot of the milk to the hospital. She was in a bad car wreck and she just starting to walk again. Her baby can't take formula so she has to keep her milk up while in the hospital. She produces much more than he can drink so she sort of sells the rest to the hospital to help pay her bills."

"Thanks nurse I was wondering who it was who donated the milk." About half an hour later Doris is deeply into the plot of her movie, she must be because she can't take her eyes away. It seems to involve a woman who has to have her breast sucked by other women every hour or they will explode. Her hand unknowingly has made its way between her legs waiting for the right moment to slide between her nether lips, when she hears voices and someone's shuffling steps near her door. She reluctantly drags her eyes away from the TV to see Judy being slowly guided by her door.

At first sight of Judy, Doris's hand automatically seeks her clit which is throbbing before it ever gets there. Her mouth starts to water and her nipples harden, she hears a rumbling in her tummy so loud that Judy and the nurse in the hall stop at the noise and look at her. All she can do is smile at the two women and say "Oh excuse me I'm so sorry."

"That's ok I kind of burp loud sometimes too," Judy says, "My names Judy, what's yours?"

"Hi Judy, I'm Doris," Judy manages to slur around the spit filling her mouth.

"Nice to meet you Doris, I would love to stay and chat but all this walking has worn me out. It's hard to lug these two fun bags around with a broken pelvis," Judy says hefting a large breast for Doris to see.

Doris is unable to talk until she swallows and her answer is drowned out by the loud rumble her tummy is producing. So she waves to Judy as she walks away. But she can hear Judy say "Poor woman, I wonder what's wrong with her tummy." Once again blushing and very aroused she now realizes where her hand is and yanks it away. "Ahhhhhh, I can't go six weeks like this without cumming," Doris says frustrated. She pages the nurse and asked for some more milk which quickly stops her salivating and settles her stomach but only makes the ache in her clit worse.




Nurse Cindy



Cindy brings her, her dinner with a big glass of warm milk and sees Doris staring at the Daisy Chain being performed on the TV set. "You better stop watching that or you will go blind," she giggles.

"Yeah right Cindy I wish I could," Doris is shocked that Cindy knows nothing about the broken TV as she explains her problem to her.

"Sorry to say Doris but it's to late now and the service is closed for the weekend. I guess you better get use to watching women pleasuring themselves," Cindy Giggles. A larger and larger part of Doris's mind is thinking that's not so bad if she could do something about it.

When she reaches for her milk she sees a note attached to it, "Hi again Doris, this is Judy, remember me? Well Cindy told me how much you enjoyed my breast milk especially when its fresh so I told her to tell me any time you want any just ask. I've got plenty, too much and I'm so flattered that you like it. Hope we can be friends. Enjoy. Judy."

"Oh great that's all I need, I'm getting addicted to lesbian porn and developing a breast fetish, I can't Jill Off and now the lactating prom queen wants to breast feed me. What's next?" 

That question is answered a few hours later when Cindy comes in to give her, her sponge bath. The bath starts off like the last one but quickly it is clear that it is much different. When Cindy reaches her breast this time instead of wiping them down she drops the sponge in her lap and begins to fondle Doris's tits.

Doris who was intently watching a small brunette's head bob between a much older and larger blonds thighs takes a moment to notice but finally wakes up and says breathlessly, "What are you doing Cindy?"

"Hun, I saw your little tirade on the monitor about not cumming for six weeks. I'm so sorry sometimes I forget what it's like to be young, don't worry no one is watching now," She says nodding to the camera, "And this is part of my job, sort off, so just sit back and relax, Cindy will take care of everything."

Cindy's expert hands rub and knead Doris's full breast in every way imaginable and it isn't long before Doris's feeble protests turn to moans of pleasure and when Cindy begins rolling Doris's fat nipples between her fingers she almost cums right then and there. Cindy's hands now grab her round globes at the base and squeezed them into each other as she drew her hands away from Doris's body towards her nipples releasing the breasts and rolling the tits with the palms of her hand. Then going back and repeating the process over and over until Doris is squirming and moaning in delirium on the bed to the rhythm of her hands.

Out of no where she feels two long fingers slide easily into her dripping cunt as Cindy's hand palms her throbbing clit while her other hand continues to play with her nipple. Four powerful thrusts of Cindy's hand and, "Oh OH, OH,OHOHOHOHAAAHHHH," Doris screams as her poor legs quiver in their cast and threaten to pull the pullies out the wall. Her body jerks uncontrollably on the bed so strongly the bed begins to roll towards the TV and Doris bites her arm trying to stifle her loud screams.

With Doris's body still trembling, Cindy removes her fingers and secretly sucks them clean, "There that's better, now you can go back to be being yourself for awhile, you know a little less bitchy. Nothing like a good cum to make the world seem right. Wait a minute that's "Candy" to make the world seem right," Cindy giggles. "If you need anything else Doris just ring," And Cindy hustles out the room leaving Doris to recover from her orgasm.

"What just happened? Did Cindy just Jill me off?" Doris says still breathing heavily. She glances at the screen and sees the older blond riding the younger girls face and she realizes that Cindy has only taken the edge off of her horniness as her clit is still doing a jerking dance between her broken legs. She glances out the door to see Cindy helping a waving Judy by her door and her mouth waters and her tummy rumbles like thunder at the sight of her. She quickly waves and slams a pillow over head, "WHATS HAPPENING TO ME!"

Doris senses Judy re passing by her room in her dreams and Cindy and Judy can't help but giggle as they hear her tummy grumble for more of Judy's milk. She wakes up the next day dieing for a warm glass and hornier than ever as women's lesbian orgasms, from the TV, played in her ear as she slept. The only eventful thing that happens all day is what doesn't happen. She doesn't receive any of Judy's milk with her breakfast, just the regular cow type.

"What happened to the Breast milk?" Doris angrily demands of her nurse, "Oh I'm sorry Doris, no more milk until Judy gets back from the specialist she went to see this morning. All our breast milk in the fridge is gone too, another hospital had some sort of medical emergency for breast milk and we had to ship them all of ours."

Doris's just stares at the nurse for twenty seconds with open eyed disbelief, "You're kidding me right? This is a joke you're playing on me." Doris's tummy lets out a long angry grumble and she finds she doesn't care as she totally agrees with it, "Just get out of here you useless bitch, first you can't remember to have the TV fixed now this."

The nurse just stares at Doris with tear forming in her eyes unable to move. 

"Get out," Doris screeches, "leave me alone," With that the nurse wakes up out of her trance and runs out of the room crying. Doris feels horrible for yelling at the nurse and holds her head in her arms, sobbing herself because of her awakening desires of eating another women's pussy and the loud rumbling in her tummy. Lunch comes and still no breast milk and her stomach actually becomes upset when she tries to drink the regular type.

With dinner she doesn't even try to drink it and she is in an even fowler movie until Cindy brings her a bit of good news, "Judy should be back from her doctors appointment within the hour and if she's not to tired I'll see if she can get you some milk."

About an hour and a half later Doris hears the now familiar shuffling of Judy's feet on her nightly walk, her mouth once again waters up and her tummy actually makes like a whiny sound at her approach. Even so, Doris is extremely angry because she thinks Cindy has forgot her promise and now Doris will have to wait even longer until Cindy gets back from her walk.

She is about to give Cindy the rough side of her tongue when to her surprise, instead of walking by the door like they usually do, Cindy and Judy turn into her room. "Hi Doris," Both women say in unison as they enter the room.

"I was hoping you might help us out with a little problem we our having?" Cindy says.

"What is it?" Doris asks in no mood to be charitable.

"Well it seems that are young lady here as worn out the one breast pump that can get the milk out of her breasts and we can't order a new one until Monday. If Judy isn't milked every few hours, her breast get very painful and she doesn't want to take any chances of not keeping her milk up for her baby. Do you think you can help?"

"What do you want me to do hold her tit for you?"

Cindy and Judy smile as Cindy says, "Not quite," as she closes the door and walks Judy to the bed. Judy leans over the railing unties her gown and plops the biggest, roundest, fattest, heavily purple vein laced breast she has ever seen in her face. As she stares eyes agape, the long, flabby, stretched out, angry, purple nipple begins to fill and fatten before her eyes. When it is no longer flaccid, it pushes against Doris's slightly parted lips forcing them apart as it expands further within her mouth depositing it's first drops of milk on her tongue.

Doris comes alive and she instinctively sucks like a babe as her hands come up to help manage the giant breast. Stroking and messaging it with her hands trying to coax more milk into her mouth. She dreamily looks into Judy's smiling face and the warmth of the fresh mother's milk trickles its way down her throat into her no longer growling tummy. For a moment she almost stops as she realizes where she is and what she's actually doing but all her doubts and fears are washed away in the never ending streams of milk coming from Judy's fat nipple. Before long she is drifting off into a foggy, blissful half consciousness.

In this state she doesn't feel the railings of the bed lower on someone crawl between her pulley hanging legs. The first sense of this other person is the feeling of a wet warmth on her pussy lips as Cindy gently sucks them and Doris to wakefulness.

"You smell so good Doris, so womanly and sexy, I can't wait to taste you," Cindy says as she spreads Doris's succulent lips with her tongue in search of her opening.

As she finds the hidden tunnel with her tongue she is greeted with a release of feminine moister into her mouth. Doris's eyes shoot open and she can't help but melting into Cindy's mouth releasing more juice as she moans her approval and sucks instinctively harder on Judy's ripe tit, "Oh my that's good baby, I like it when you suck my titties hard," Judy says as the flow of from her nipple doubles with the increased sucking.

Cindy has licked her way out of Doris's pussy and has made her way to her clit and she wastes no time licking it firmly with her stiff tongue. First, with up and down motions, then left to right, then back to up and down it isn't long before Doris is clamping her hanging thighs tightly around Cindy's head and sending her vibrating orgasmic screams into Judy's purple, pumping nipple. Doris has never felt pleasure so intense as her ex, Tom, was never much of a pussy eater and she hangs quivering far from sated hoping Cindy isn't done and to Doris's joy she isn't.

Cindy returns to Doris's pussy with her tongue to clean up the sticky mess that Doris has made of herself. Licking up every last drop, Cindy continues to massage the walls of Doris's pussy with her tongue while Judy replaces one heavy tit with another. Doris's next orgasm starts to build when, with tongue still in her twat, Cindy frantically rubs Doris's plump nub with her fingers causing her to send squeals of delight into Judy's other tit. Harder and faster she rubs as her tongue explores deeper into Doris's pussy. Doris's ass pumps faster and faster off the bed suspended by the pulleys until her orgasm rips through her body sending Doris's eyes rolling into the back of her head,

Doris manages to hold onto Judy's milk spraying nipple through her spasms of pleasure but only just as her head whips this way and that as she has never felt an orgasm so intense and she can't believe what she has been missing until now. Wave after wave of muscle ripping jerks continue to render Doris helpless to Cindy's whims as her orgasm just goes on and on.

Quickly Cindy removes her tongue and replaces it with three pumping fingers as her mouth dives on to Doris's clit sucking it in and out of her mouth. Incredibly, long before the last orgasm is done her third orgasm builds on top of the on going one and explodes through her all ready jerking body when Cindy rubs her G-Spot with her three fingers. 

Doris thought the last orgasm was strong; her third built on top of the second sends every nerve in her body firing off at once as she loses complete control of her body. Doris's mouth flies open as her screams; no longer muffled by Judy's breasts, echo through the hospital halls. Her pussy is a furnace of pleasure as it radiates its heat all through her body followed by violent quivers of delight to fill her nerves.

Slowly recovering from her bodies shaking delirium, Doris's heavy eye lids open to see a gapping, blond pussy descending on her face to smother her in its sweet womanly juices.



Nurse Clandestine



r. Lawson lay in his hospital bed semi-conscious from the steady drip of morphine coursing through the i.v. tube into his small, sexagenarian veins. Shifts had just changed and it was now time for the afternoon sponge bath bequeathed upon every patient in the geriatric ward of Lutheran General.

Bath time was an activity to which each patient looked forward, as the bather was usually Nurse Hill, a voluptous, curvaceous redhead who filled her white polyester dress like no other nurse ever has or ever will. Mr. Lawson was first on Nurse Hill's list this particular day. Lucky man. As her supple ass wiggled into room 4224 of the semi-private suite on the fourth floor of the hospital, her dress rode up mid-thigh. She thought nothing of it as her patient was unresponsive.

She drew back the thin cotton sheet, revealing the thin cotton gown barely covering the older gentleman who was recovering from a triple bypass two days earlier. She reached behind his neck to untie the single strand holding Mr. Lawson's gown together. As Nurse Hill pulled the gown downward, she marveled at the sight of Mr. Lawson's incredibly young-looking body. He was in his late sixties but easily had the body of a man twenty years younger.

She commented to herself the irony of the physically fit people who end up having the worst heart attacks while fat slobs seemingly live forever. As she chuckled, the gown cleared Mr. Lawson's groin. Nurse Hill gasped. Laying flaccid before her, was the single largest cock she had ever seen in a state of rest. It was perfectly shaped, bulbous at the head and evenly cylindrical from the head to base of the shaft. Nurse Hill began to feel the familiar tingling between her legs that she often experienced during the sponge baths of her male patients.

She looked around in a clandestine manner to make sure the door was closed and Mr. Lawson's roommate was asleep. As she softly handled his long, limp cock, she licked her lips and lowered them to it. She sucked lightly on the very tip, teasing his hole with her tongue as her hand brush-stroked the shaft. There was no response. Nurse Hill didn't care, though. She knew sooner or later it would come to life and she would have the thrill of her life. She began sucking just a little harder and further down, engulfing his cock head with her warm, eager mouth. Small up-and-down rhythmic thrusts massaged life into the tired dick and gradually, it began to take shape. Her hands worked magic, stroking and caressing as her mouth breathed new life into her toy.

She noticed how her mouth was stretching to accomodate the thick cock shaft. She was squeezing her thighs together, trapping her clit between her swollen labia which were stroking the bud from the friction. Her head bobbed steadily over the sleeping man's now straining dick. What Nurse Hill had in her mouth and hand was a thick, nine-inch, gorgeous cock that needed to be put to good use. She placed her other hand between her sweating thighs and moved the fabric of her panties to the side so she could rub her clit directly. She was wetter than she had ever been, it seemed. She really wanted to feel this man's cock deep inside her. She attempted to rouse the man but he was too drugged to respond to her nudging and shaking so he lay there, stone-faced and hard as a rock. Not wanting him to lose his erection, she continued stroking as she removed her panties with her other hand. One leg at a time, she mounted the bed, straddling the old man, placing his hardness in contact with her wet, throbbing pussy.

As he entered her, she slid down slowly, savoring the feeling of the fullness inside her. She sighed shakily as her small, pink nipples exploded through her lacy bra and tight uniform. Nurse Hill sat still on her patient's dick as she unzipped her smock and unclasped her bra. Lowering her head, she licked feverishly at her hard pebbles and nipped at them occasionally, pulling gently with her perfect teeth. As she sucked her own tits, she began riding the cock stuffed up into her tight pussy. Gooseflesh covered her body with each downward thrust. She could feel the head pushing at her cervix. Sometimes she would grind into the man so that his head rotated inside her, circling the entrance to her womb. After doing this two or three times, she came with short, sudden bursts of air escaping her lips.

She could no longer handle the small, insignificant orgasms. She needed a life-altering orgasm that would send lightning down her spine, radiating through her buttocks and down the backs of her legs. She placed her hands on Mr. Lawsons shoulders, supporting herself as she leaned into him. She could feel his cock drawing out of her but stopping right before it would have sprung out. Without much upper body movement, she ground her hips into the man, alternating back and forth and up and down.

Her pace quickened. She wanted his mouth on her tits. She wanted him to suck her hard nipples and bring her to orgasm through the sucking and the fucking both. Without much thought, she presented his lifeless mouth with her huge breast, forcing his lips apart with her hardened flesh. His mouth was unresponsive and dry but the thrill of her horny tit in his mouth made her come wildly. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, hugging it and pulling it. She teased her clit to enhance her pleasure as she rode Mr. Lawson with her tit in his mouth.

Nurse Hill wasn't done, though. As her heart pounded against her ribcage, she kept Mr. Lawson inside her since he was still hard and hadn't come, himself. She knew he most likely wouldn't so she decided to keep playing. She felt as though she could come a dozen more times before she felt any real relief. She began to rock once again, her labia twice as swollen as before and very tender. It was a little uncomfortable, but she only thought about another orgasm like the last one. She reached behind her and played with the man's balls, kneading and pulling gently to help stimulate his erection. Her knees were beginning to hurt, so she swung them over either side of the bed so that Mr. Lawson was pressed into her as far as he could be pressed into her. When she got her rhythm, she reached behind her again and pulled his thighs apart far enough that his legs were hanging off either side of the bed. Leaning back, resting on one arm, she probed his asshole, fingering him, entering him, searching for the sensitive prostate area.

Once she thought she had it, she began riding him forcefully, finger-fucking him with her middle finger, massaging his prostate. As she was nearing her orgasm, she felt Mr. Lawson's cock shudder and explode inside her. The throbbing meat in her and the sensation of the warm fluids spilling into her and seeping from between his cock and her pussy wall sent her through the ceiling. She ground her teeth, thrashed her head back and forth and grunted furiously, stifling her cleansing screams of rapture. The jets of Mr. Lawson's fuck fluid slowed to a spurt here and there and the throbbing became less adamant.

She removed her finger from his asshole and swung her leg over to the other side of the bed. She could feel his semen draining from her, oozing down her reddened thighs. She fingered herself, trying to keep his cum inside her as long as possible. When she removed her finger, she brought it to her lips and brushed his juice onto them. She licked her lips and sucked her finger off, revelling in the bitter bland light saltiness of his geriatric cum. Nurse Hill put her panties back on, straightened her dress, putting everything back where it belonged and proceeded to clean off the old man.

As she left the room, the door closed behind her.

A smile seeped across the old man's face.



Nurse Collins



I will always remember Nurse Collins. Several years ago I was in the hospital for a bit of an extended stay - about three weeks if I remember correctly. I had broken my leg quite badly doing something very male and of course stupid.

I was unable to get up to bathe, as a result sponge baths were the order of the day.

The day of my first bath arrived; I of course was a little anxious; nervous about being essentially naked in front of a stranger. In came Nurse Collins - my anxiety levels increased - she was very attractive. She was all business - got the water ready, and then helped me out of my gown, laying it across my lap to provide some cover for me. 

I remember thinking 'Thank god I am sooo nervous, no way will I get a boner'. 

Nurse Collins proceeded to wash me, starting with my left side, the water was warm, but left a chill as the moisture left behind by the cloth began to dry. Felt nice actually. She worked her way down my whole left side, arm, leg thigh etc. To address my right side she moved around my bed to the other side. I noticed a couple of things right away - one - it was a beautiful day outside - and two - the light from the window allowed the silhouette of Nurse Collins to be seen plain as day - the material of her nurse's scrubs was really light. And man - she was stacked - she had a huge set of tits and she was slimmer than her scrubs led you to at first think.

Being eighteen meant that I immediately got a hard on - ready to pound nails if need be. I also began to turn bright red - very embarrassed - I mean there was simply no way she could not see it.

Nurse Collins continued with the washing, doing my arm, side thigh etc. and then handed me the cloth, "Now you can wash your privates" she said.

Noting the colour of my face she asked, "Are you okay? Your face is all red. Are you in pain?" She was very concerned.

"Uhhh...." is all about I could manage.

"Oh." she said as she finally noticed of the huge tent in my lap. "Don't be embarrassed, all young men are like that, the cool air probably triggered it."

"No," I managed to spit out, "that was not it." 

Then I haltingly told her about the sun and her uniform. Now it was her turn to be embarrassed, but smiling. That smile gave me the confidence to say "With a body like yours you could cause any man to embarrass himself."

"You think so?" I could tell she was flattered. 

She floored my with the next, "Since I put you in that condition, I should probably help 'cure it' so to speak, after all I am a nurse!" so saying she lifted the gown from my lap.

My hopes soared - my first blowjob, please please please....

Instead she firmly wrapped her hand around my dick and started to give me a hand job. After a couple of min, she leaned over and spat on my dick, the lubrication really added to the sensations she was giving me, and I shot a huge load of cum into the air moments after. It landed all over my chest and even my neck. Nurse Collins continued to stroke me until my dick softened a little - never gone - I was eighteen after all. 

"Feel better?" she asked with a sly smirk.

Watching her clean my cum first off her hand then my chest and neck, was very sexy. I was getting aroused all over again. I could see that her nipples had gotten hard; they were making sizable tents in her top. She seemed to be pushing out her chest; I think she liked to be looked at.

She then leaned over me, pushing her bit tits into my chest and whispered in my ear, "Now I have to go spend my break in the washroom masturbating." 

She winked at me flashed an evil grin and left me with another hard on, worse than the first one. Damn what a women.

The next two sponge baths were much the same, with a couple crucial changes. First, she always stayed between the window and my bed so I could get a good look at her. The second change - she was leaving me completely naked the whole time - she liked seeing how excited I was. She also made a point of always leaning into me, pressing those incredible tits into me whenever she could. It drove me nuts! A few times I could no longer resist and reached for them, she would just smile, let my hand sit there for just a moment, enough to get a feel and then she would gently remove my hand. She did not object to my massaging her ass when she was jerking me off at the end of the bath - it was very firm - man she was sexy. She is the reason for years after that I loved older women.

It was my last night in the hospital. I was really looking forward to heading home, seeing my friends and just getting out of the hospital. There was a sound which woke me from my sleep. My room door had been closed and the sound of the lock being turned was what woke me. Confused I turned on my lamp to see what was going on.

"Hello," she said. It was the very sexy Nurse Collins. I smiled back. "You are going home tomorrow. I wanted to say goodbye."

"Yeah," I said, "it will good to be home."

"Well," she said "Since I do not want your family to think we did not take good care of you, I need to be sure you are clean and presentable."

She came over to the side of the bed, "I best be putting my best effort in here, and since I do not want my uniform to get wet." 

So saying, she reached down and lifted her top off over her head. I nearly had a stroke as I watched those much lusted over tits come into view. She was wearing a very skimpy black bra which seemed to present her tits rather than support them - an amazing sight. 

"Want to do the honors?" she asked as she leaned over me.

I had a huge grin as reached up and fumbled with the front clasp, an agonizing minute later, her amazing tits were naked for my viewing pleasure. A split second after that, I had both my hands full of her tits, massaging them and just drinking in the sensation of the feel, weight and texture, so soft and yet firm to the touch. I gently played with her nipples; they turned diamond hard, full and plump. She was moaning, very much enjoying my attentions. Suddenly she stepped back, and in one quick move, pushed down her uniform pant and panties, kicking them free. For the first time in my young life, I was staring at a shaved pussy. I was so excited. 

"You are overdressed" she stated.

I yanked off my gown in record time. She smiled at my obvious excitement, reached over and grasped my cock. My hand immediately went to her ass, cupping it. After a second I began running my hand up the rear of her leg, and inner thigh towards her pussy. I was surprised to feel how much moisture there was, she was literally dripping wet. Her only response to my hand was to spread her legs a little more, allowing me better access. Then she leaned down and sucked my cock into her mouth, almost taking the whole thing all in one go. I slipped a finger, then two into her very wet pussy, and began slowly working them in and out, fucking her with my hand. She was moaning around my cock, the vibrations knocking my socks off.

I was not gonna last long, and after a couple minutes of heaven, "I'm cumming," I said.

She looked me in the eye, never taking her mouth off me, and just nodded. I fired shot after shot of cum into her mouth, a huge load. She swallowed it all down looking me in the eye the whole time - the sexiest thing I have ever seen, even to this day. I kept running my hand in and out of her pussy, causing her to keep moaning, she was getting really turned on. She released my cock from her mouth leaned close to my face, and very deliberatly and slowly licked the few drops of cum from her lips that remained. That sight and the pressure of her tits on my chest, heat of her pussy on my hand - I stayed hard as a rock.

"Now young man, you should be able to last much longer." she climbed onto the bed and straddled me. 

She was across my thighs and very aggressively began jerking my cock smiling at me the whole time. She moved up and using her hand, lined my cock up with her sopping wet pussy and in one motion, impaled herself right on my cock. She was so wet; I sunk right to the hilt, no stopping. Amazing feeling. Nurse Collins leaned forward, shoving her tits in my face commanding me to suck them. Who was I to argue? I went to work using both hands and massaging her tits while sucking on her nipples. I pushed them tight together and got both nipples in my mouth at once - she went crazy - beginning to pound up and down on my cock in frenzy. Moments later she had a huge orgasm, her pussy flooded with more wetness, and multiple spasms on me, pushing me over the edge, I shot deep into her. She collapsed on top of me, her tits pressed into me, my still hard cock embedded deep in her still.

"You probably have to get back to work soon," I said.

"I am off duty, nobody knows I am here," she replied with a sexy grin and began shifting her hips is a sexy circle again.

The next couple of hours were the best of my life, a goodbye to measure against my whole life.

My thanks to Nurse Collins wherever she is today - that encounter gave me confidence which I was able to carry over to dating girls of my age, successfully.

I never did get over my taste for older women, and later MILF's as they came to be known.



Nurse Colwell and the Colonel



I was a war baby. My father had volunteered for the army as soon as he was 17 and my mother had sent her boyfriend off to war with a smile on his face. I think it was one of his greatest regrets that he never got his chance at Herr Hitler as the war ended while he was in training. It was while he was in training camp that my mother wrote and told him she was pregnant with me. He got a special pass and they were married with the blessings of both families. In those days there were some babies remarkably big for three-month premature births.

Daddy stayed in the army after the war and made a career of it, eventually being selected for officer training and rising to the rank of colonel. My mother trailed around after him, bringing me and eventually my brother and sister to the various married quarters around the world. Despite the constant upheaval of army life we were a close, loving family and were always sad when Daddy was posted away on active duties but he always brought us a little present when he came back. 

My parents made sure our schooling didn't suffer in those earlier days before Daddy eventually took a permanent home posting and life became more stable. Mummy came into an inheritance which was enough for them to put down a large deposit on The Old Rectory where Daddy and I still live. In those days it was a peaceful village but now the nearest town is just half a mile away over the hill and growing fast.

Even though I was the eldest child I was last to fly the family nest when I married at the age of 27. I trained as a nurse then specialised as a district nurse. I love my profession but look forward to taking retirement in three years when I reach 60. Bob, my husband, and I raised our two boys – now both successful businessmen. When I lost Bob five years ago to a virulent cancer and Mummy passed away six months later, Daddy and I talked things over and decided that it was silly for us both to live alone in those large houses so I sold my house and moved back to the family home.

Daddy and I have similar tastes in so many things and when I came home from work we would spend our evenings listening to concerts on the radio or having discussions which might range from the spiral of a whelk shell to global politics. We were active in our local community and always enjoyed the village fetes and other festivals. We shared a love of the great outdoors and often used to spend our weekends hiking across the land so we were both very fit.

My father stood at 5'10" and his wiry body still looked good in just his hiking shorts. What hair he had remaining was grey and he kept it neatly trimmed, as he did his darker moustache. His penetrating eyes were the same steel grey as his hair. Daddy was a handsome man with a military bearing.

I inherited my body from my mother: curvy. When I was younger my friends often suggested I should enter beauty contests – I could really FILL a swimsuit in those days. Now my figure could be described as more 'motherly'. My active life had kept my muscles firm and burned off the fat which so often is the bane of us bigger girls. My breasts have lost their youthful firmness and the large nipples have been well and truly chewed as I had breast fed both my sons all the way through to weaning. I still filled a 38D bra very nicely. I kept my very dark – although now showing streaks of grey – hair trimmed short for convenience and violet eyes looked back at me from the mirror each day from a lined and weathered face.

One afternoon I got a call on my mobile from a member of the hospital staff: Daddy was in the Accident and Emergency department but not to panic, it wasn't life threatening. I finished my round as quickly as possible and drove to the hospital with what turned out to be perfect timing as he was just about to be discharged with both hands swathed in dressings. It seems he had been tending to a window box when, without warning, the sash window had crashed down on his hands, cracking several bones and causing substantial tissue damage. His hands would be out of action for weeks.

I drove him home, changed out of my uniform and prepared us a quick meal. He was in a little discomfort but the painkillers he had been prescribed kept the pain at bay. Very soon he realised that having his hands out of commission presented its own problems for the small things like eating or particularly when going to the toilet and he was clearly embarrassed when he had to ask me for help opening his flies.

Of course such things were all in a day's work for me and I didn't think too much of it. I knew that he would need help in many ways until he regained the use of his hands. But it was after I had undressed him, got him into his pyjamas and settled in bed for the night that I noticed his eyes were brimming with tears. It broke my heart to see this strong, brave man on the brink of tears so I sat on his bed and asked what was wrong 

"Helen," he said with quiver in his voice, "it's not right. I'm your father, you're my daughter and you're seeing me naked ..." He trailed off, too ashamed to say any more. I hugged him, feeling the trembling in his body as I thought through the problem.

"OK, Daddy, we'll do it like this. I'll wear my uniform when I'm helping you. You can think of me as Nurse Colwell then I'm just the district nurse coming in to see a patient. I'll call you Colonel. Shall we see if that helps?"

The following morning I dressed in my uniform then knocked on his bedroom door calling, "It's Nurse Colwell, Colonel Jones. May I come in?"

"Yes, Nurse, Come in."

I was briskly professional as I helped him through his morning ablutions, fed him breakfast and then left him in his comfortable chair listening to the radio. Nurse Colwell called on the Colonel at lunch time to see to his needs and feed him and returned to him at the end of the working day.

When I had got him settled down for the evening I decided to change into a light housecoat and hang my uniform behind the kitchen door. I told Daddy if he needed any help, he was to ask me to get Nurse Colwell. It was easy enough for me to pop into the kitchen and do a quick change. This arrangement seemed to work and we happily fell into the roles of nurse and patient, the embarrassment overcome.

About a week later I noticed a subtle change. Colonel Jones was peeking down Nurse Colwell's cleavage. Now Daddy has never done that ever since I first developed breasts. Mummy had taught me to be proud of them as she was of hers so there had always been plenty of cleavage around but he never peeked. I suppose that it was a kind of back-handed compliment to my professional attitude as I played Nurse Colwell. He was not thinking of his daughter when she was in uniform.

A couple of days later Nurse Colwell was giving the Colonel a bath. As you can well imagine, bending over to bathe somebody means showing a lot and my uniform was not a tight fit. As I washed around his anus and penis, his penis was definitely showing signs of life. It was still there as I towelled him dry – not an erection but certainly a swelling. In my life as a nurse, I had often seen this kind of thing. Normally I just ignored it when nature intervened, as I ignored their blushes when it happened. Sometimes I would take it further as I have always had a high sex drive but that's another story.

About peeking? Some of my older regulars were serial peepers and I would often loosen a button or two when I attended them. If a poor guy gets some pleasure from seeing a bit of tit, it doesn't cost me anything and nobody's hurt. If truth be known, I get a little pleasure from it myself and I'm very selective about who I'll flirt with.

But what was I to do about the Colonel? Would Nurse Colwell flirt with him? Oh, he's a handsome man and if he weren't my father I most certainly would so I decided to stay 'in role' and always left a couple of buttons open. He hid it quickly but I noticed the delight in his face when he saw the open buttons.

I was at home that day as it was a rest day but there wasn't too much rest for Nurse Colwell as the Colonel seemed more than usually demanding. After the third quick-change, I decided it would be easier to keep my uniform on. The colonel was getting bolder in his peeking and didn't even slide his eyes away when I caught him; he just looked me in the eyes, twitched a little grin, gave an infinitesimal shrug to his shoulders and carried on as if nothing had happened. But somehow we both knew we had crossed a threshold.

The next time I was out of his sight I popped the bottom three buttons of my uniform dress so that every now and then it would part and reveal my regulation black tights almost to my pants. The Colonel's sharp eyes missed nothing and I enjoyed flashing my body to him all day.

In the evening I dressed as myself again and told Daddy I was going out for the evening. "I've asked Nurse Colwell if she'll look after you for the evening so she's agreed to pop in. I'll probably be back late." I carried a crisp new uniform in my bag.

I went to the garden shed where I quickly stripped off, put my new uniform on and opened an extra bottom button. Looking down, I checked my boobs: not bad for 57. Sure there was some droop but not 'saggy'. My nipples were looking good. I'll do.

I knocked on the front door and opened it, calling "It's me, Colonel. Nurse Colwell." I fussed over him a little, making sure he got a good look at my breasts, before sitting in the chair opposite his to watch the TV. I was naked under my uniform and the Colonel's attention was not always completely on the television particularly as I frequently crossed my legs to flash my shaved pussy. 

After the late news I filled the bath for Colonel Jones, undressed him and helped him into the water. I leant over him to scrub his back and made sure my cleavage was right in his face, deliberately moving my body so my breasts were swinging beneath my uniform. When I had him stand up to wash his privates he had a full-grown erection. Very nice, I thought as I tenderly but thoroughly washed everywhere between his legs. After rinsing him off, I helped him out of the bath and towelled him dry. As I was on my knees in front of him, drying his legs and feet, his proud erection was right in front of my nose so I gave it a quick kiss before standing back up. I told him to go to his bedroom while I emptied the bath and put the towels away.

Before going to him I opened my uniform all the way so I was fully exposed to his gaze. And believe me, he couldn't take his eyes off my swinging boobs which was exactly what I wanted. I put one hand behind his head and with the other I held my nipple in front of his mouth then pulled him close. I felt that familiar flushing between my legs as his mouth closed over my breast and started suckling. I love having my sensitive nipples sucked and chewed so I stood there enjoying his ministrations while running my hand over his firm pectoral muscles before I took his nipple in my fingers and squeezed it firmly which made him flinch a little and groan into my tit.

Almost reluctantly I pulled away from his mouth and, starting from the top of his head I kissed him down his body slowly, including a brief but sexy French kiss on his mouth. I kissed all around his nipples, teasing them with my tongue and teeth before I was finally on my knees facing him. 

I tasted the glistening pre-cum leaking out of the eye-hole then took his tool in my mouth and took it all the way down my throat. "Ohhhh, Nurse ..." he called as I used my lips, tongue and throat muscles to give him as much pleasure as possible. But I didn't want him to come in my mouth; I wanted him in my pussy.

I stood up, lifted his legs onto the bed then straddled him as I guided his prick in. I felt it twitching inside me as I sat there enjoying the fullness before moving my hips up and down. I had been teasing him all day so it was only after a few strokes the his whole body tensed up: he tried to hold on to me with his bandaged hands as I sat right back and felt his sperm pulsing into me.

I had enjoyed the sex but didn't have an orgasm – that wasn't my aim, I just wanted to please and relieve him. When he was finally spent I levered myself off him and cleaned the sticky mess from his now flaccid tool with my mouth. Then I stood up and buttoned my uniform all the way up. Nurse Colwell was back on duty as I dressed him in his pyjamas and tucked him into bed. I gave him one last lingering kiss and whispered, "Good night, Colonel. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night, Nurse," he replied. "Thank you so much."

I let myself out of the house, making sure he heard the front door closing. In the garden shed I got fully dressed again and returned to the house calling, "I'm home Daddy" as I entered the door. 

I made my way straight to his bedroom, kissed his forehead in a daughterly way and sat on the side of his bed. His face was glowing with a happy grin. "What's made you so happy, Daddy? Have you had a good evening?"

"Yes, Helen. It's been good."

"Tell me all, Daddy, what did you do? Was the rugby good on TV? Did the nurse look after you properly?"

Another smile came over his face. "Yes, she treated me very well."

"What's that big smile for, Daddy? Something really nice must have happened. Tell me all: come on Daddy, don't be shy, I'm a big girl now ..."

"Well, she's had a couple of buttons loose on her uniform all day and she, erm, caught me looking." As he told me this I looked him in the eye and opened a couple of my own buttons, spreading the top carefully to show my cleavage. 

"Like this, Daddy?"

"A bit more than that, Helen, I saw her bra." 

Very deliberately I opened another button so he could see my bra – I had carefully chosen what was not much more than a platform. "She's got big breasts, I noticed Daddy. Are they as nice as mine?" I thrust my chest out a little more and saw his eyes glued to the sight. "Well?"

"Erm ... yes. I mean no. Oh Helen, yours are lovely."

"It must have been more than that to put that smile on your face. What else did she do?" I opened my bottom buttons as he described what he had seen of her legs. I started running my hands up my thighs, exposing my almost-transparent pants to his gaze. I cupped my sex and rubbed it, to his obvious delight and my own growing pleasure as I felt the material getting wet from my secretions. "What else, Daddy?"

"This evening she wasn't wearing any underwear at all."

Standing up, I faced him and smiled. He watched as I reached behind myself and slipped the hooks on my bra, pulling it through my sleeves, and bent over him to drape the garment over his shoulder. Hooking my thumbs in the waist of my pants, I pushed them down my legs, stepped out of them and kicked off my shoes and draped my pants over the other shoulder. I sat near the bottom of the bed with my legs crossed, thighs splayed wide open. Leaning forward and swaying my breasts beneath my dress, I finger-walked up the bed up to and over the huge tent in the bedclothes saying, "Was she like this, Daddy? I think you must like what you see; am I right?" With one finger circling the top of the tent, I put my other hand inside my dress and played with my nipple. 

His breathing was starting to get a little laboured as he said, "Beautiful, dearest Daughter mine."

"Did Nurse Colwell do anything else, Daddy Darling?"

"She opened her uniform all the way," he told me.

"I think your Daughter can do better than that nurse, Daddy." I popped the last couple of buttons and slipped out of my dress. Pulling the bedclothes aside I started undressing him. He kept wanting to touch my breasts but with only his fingertips protruding from the end of the dressings, that wasn't easy – or satisfying for either of us: my tits ached to be held and fondled.

"Patience, Daddy," I told him and gave him a lingering sexy kiss while continuing to undress him. As soon as I had removed his pyjamas I laid back on the bed and whispered, "Kiss me Daddy. Make love to me. Make love to your Daughter."

He leaned over and gave me the most sensual kiss I think I've ever had, spoiled only by his awkwardness because of his injuries. "Lean on me, Daddy, you're not heavy."

He gently blew into my ear then kissed lovingly down my neck to my breasts where he nuzzled into my nipple, the sucking and nibbling sent small thrills through my body. I took charge of my other breast and twisted and pulled at the nipple, giving it the stimulation I wished Daddy could give it.

After a heavenly age at my breast he shuffled carefully down and poised over my aching pussy with his mouth but his hands made it awkward for him to go down on me properly so I had him lie on his back and I straddled him, facing backwards. I positioned my dripping pussy over his face and sank slowly back until he could reach me with his mouth. 

As he settled himself into a lovely rhythm of licking at and inside my pussy and nibbling at my clitoris I bent forward to take his rampant prick into my mouth. I've always had a love of oral sex, both giving and receiving the homage. I paused briefly to say, "Let me know when you are ready, Daddy. I want your seed in my belly." But he seemed to be happy to manipulate my pussy and clit with his mouth. Nurse Colwell had taken the urgency away and Daddy had lots of stamina. 

We must have stayed in this position for about twenty minutes and oh, it was so lovely to have my pussy licked and sucked by an expert, the tickling of his bristling moustache gave an added dimension of pleasure. In this time I had three trembling orgasms before Daddy finally told me he was close. I turned my body round and guided his rampant tool to my pussy and teased him a little as I rubbed the head of his prick around the lips for a while before admitting it to my warm tunnel. I took it slowly, wanting him to enjoy it to the fullest. 

His breathing and moans told me when he was close so I speeded my up and down action until I was pounding our pubic bones together almost painfully. I was pulling and squeezing my breasts and nipples in a frenzy as the heat built up inside me. Then he shuddered and cried out wordlessly as he strained his body to meet my thrusts and the feel of him pumping his seed into me sent me over the edge to a shattering orgasm as I kissed his face passionately.

And then it was all over. I stayed on top of him, supporting my own weight as his tool deflated and he lay back totally spent.

"Kiss me, my darling daughter." First I pulled the bedclothes over us then settled myself beside him, wrapped him in my arms and kissed him gently: our passions satiated by the excitement of the night and we drifted into sleep.

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