0 comments/ 65688 views/ 3 favorites The Night Nurse By: PoliteSuccubus The night nurse was coming. Every night, after midnight, he could hear her tell the other nurse that she was taking her lunch break and the squeak of her shoes down the dark hallway. The break room was across from his room and he could hear the TV being flicked on. The beep of the microwave heating whatever small thing she ate before slipping off her squeak shoes and crossing the hallway to his room. Tonight was no different. After what he thought was not more than ten minutes she was in his room. A flabby night hag packed into a tight polyester nurses dress uniform. Most of the other nurses wore scrubs these days, brightly colored or patterned. But she wore the one uniform that would make her appear uglier instead of human; or humane. "Hello Mr.. Wilson, how are you today?" she purred. She knew he was awake. Could sense his fear and disgust, the flash of what little light there was off his eyes as they rolled. "Aren't you looking fine tonight?" She had personally bathed and shaved him earlier. She always did when she intended to visit him. She began to undress, coyly slipping off the dress and the enormous white cotton panties and the functional white bra. Her dugs hung down her chest and she played with the nipples, near her navel, as she crossed to him. He tried to scream out for help, he tried to ball up his fists. But since the motorcycle accident the only power he had in his still athletic body was the ability to breathe and open and close his eyes. Doctors were hopeful that after the swelling of his spine went down he would recover greatly. They were encouraged by the fact that a lot of his automatic functions were operational. He couldn't tell them verbally but motioned with his eyes yes or no that he had some feeling as well. But he was also, for the moment, paralyzed beyond speech or movement. But by then, when he could tell them of his abuse at her hands, the night hag would have moved on. "Oh, you are so beautiful..." She breathed as she uncovered him, removed the gown and the giant diaper. Her breath smelled like McNalley's chili and she bent to kiss him, forcing her tongue between his lips and his belly roiled when he felt bits of leftover food slide from her mouth to his. Meanwhile her hand played with his nipples, before sliding down his twitching flat abs to his cock, to fondle him. Traitorous thing, it responded, getting stiffer in her hand. "Oh, you want me, don't you." She breathed and smiled. "How do you want me? I wish you could kiss back, tell me you love me." She pulled up one tit and sucked on her own nipple while watching him. "You wish it were you doing this to me, don't you?" she asked as she paused. He learned early on not to look away. She got angry then, some times did things immediately, sometimes she did things like change his medication. She had told him in the beginning, ten days ago, to keep her happy and he wouldn't die before he could move again. Hope crashed that tonight would be quick when she climbed on top of the bed facing away from him. These nights were the worst. Carefully she maneuvered herself so that her cunt was directly over his face and began to masturbate for him. The only two blessings in this exercise were that she rarely looked to make sure he was watching, and her cunt smelled better than her breath. "Oh, I want your baby, baby." She cooed, fingers opening up the puffy fat lips and sliding up and down her slit. She bent over and began to give him head, something his semi-erect cock enjoyed and his brain couldn't connect with it enough to tell it no. He endured sound of her fingers slapping against herself, her thighs squeezing his head, her belly laying on his throat and her breasts laying on either side of his rib cage and that traitor cock stiff as a rod of steel in her chili breathed mouth; he had died and gone to hell. When she came she took her hand away and ground herself against his face and he couldn't breathe. She came silently, gasping air above him. He couldn't see but knew that she like to twist and pull her nipples when she came, pulling the heavy sacks up and away from her body elongating them horribly. Her clit was up his nose, literally. She moved off his face and settled on his cock and smiled at him happily with her beady eyes glittering in her pudgy face. "I know you love me, you are so good to me." She began to sing that line over and over again softly as she rocked back and forth. "I know you looove me, you are sooo goooood to me." Faster and faster she moved till he came and she came shortly again after, biting one nipple terribly while jerking on the other, all the while making sure he was watching her. "I'm gonna have your baby, baby." she cooed as she cuddled against him, her fingers playing with his nipple. "I've been taking fertility drugs. I hope I have a boy, just as good looking as you. Just as fuckable as you." If he could have, he would have shuddered. The indignities weren't over. She washed him and dressed him, giving his now flaccid cock a kiss before fastening the diaper. "You be good now," She told him as she kissed him good bye. "And I'll see you tomorrow night, lover." She dressed herself quickly and peeked down the hall, winked at him and left. She moved silently across the hall and in a few moments the TV clicked off and her squeaky shoes moved back to the nurses station. How long would this hell go on? The Night Nurse I was finding it hard to make ends meet and being a nurse at the old age care home was not the greatest paying job. It was where all young nurses started and being a male nurse it was also a good training ground. I was now well into my training and was on night shift. Tonight I am on duty with Marie who is both a nurse and the recent mother of a baby girl. Marie was a plumpish girl and not because she had recently been pregnant, it was simply that she was a big girl. I was to start at 10pm and as I walked to the change area the sound of voices caught my attention. It was another of the nurses Jackie and Clare who were about to go off shift. "I made $ 300 today already," boasted Clare. "Really." ‘Yeah and that makes $700 this week." "These old guys love the service and I don't even have to fuck them," Claire laughed. "At $50 per hand job I don't have to do anything at all." Laughter filled the change room as both began to change out of their uniforms. "I've noticed your uniform is a bit short," remarked Jackie. "Yeah and all you do is show them a little stocking and suspender and they are like putty in your hand," Claire again laughed. She flashed Jackie a quick peak at her white lace top stockings and suspenders along with a sexy pair of white lace panties. "That would turn me on," laughed Jackie. "Mr Rogers is my best customer." "The old guy is horny as hell cums real quick." "He wants me to give him head only I told him $ 200 to put him off." "I wouldn't like that monster cock in my mouth." They both laughed together as I moved to the male change room. My mind began to think as I started to shower and put on my own uniform. If I could make that sort of money I would be debt clear real soon and my financial situation would be fixed. I thought to my self I could offer the same service only would it have the same effect being a guy, then it hit me. I could pretend to be something I'm not. I could wear something sexy and pass my self off as something else and be a woman and only I would know. It would be simple. I would let Marie go and I would dress as a female nurse using some of Claire's things if they were still there or I could purchase some of my own. My mind raced as I thought about the money I would earn and would soon be debt free. The evening passed quickly and the next day I went shopping for my new things. I purchased some sexy white stockings and suspenders just like Claires along with a small lace bra and panties and some makeup, which included lipstick, foundation eyeliner and lip-gloss. Last would be a wig. I went to the store and told the assistant it was for my sister. I picked out a beautiful soft one strawberry blonde and cut in a bob style. I went back to the ladies dept and moved from stand to stand in the makeup section watching how the different things were applied and used. After an hour or so I had a very good idea of what did what and what looked good. I hurried home and couldn't wait to try my new things on and transform myself in to nurse Butler. I took a long shower and being very fair I had little or no body hair. I shaved and applied the makeup, then my new out fit. Last came my wig and I stood looking at myself in the mirror. I was 5'9 tall and slim. I looked good in my new outfit and felt sexy as well. I also would pass although my makeup needed a little refinement. By the time I went to work my transformation would be complete. I hurried into work and put my things away. Marie had completed the evening rounds and had returned to the nurse's station. "You look tired Marie." "Why don't you got to the isolation room and get a couple of hours sleep." "I wake you if I need help". "Steve you're a doll I am beat." She grabbed her bag and headed off down the hall. I gave her a few minutes and the headed for the change room where I applied my makeup and then my pretty things and finally my wig and dress. I took one last look as I headed back to the ward and to Mr Rogers room where I let my self in quietly. I moved to his bed as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. "Mr Rogers? I whispered. "Claire is that you?" "No it's ah Helen," I replied. I had liked that name and that is who I now would be. "Claire said I should give you your special treatment." My heart was beating so hard I could hear it through my own chest. "The same price?" "Yes, "I stammered. "Give me 5 and I'll be in the shower room," he replied. "Ok." I slipped back to the nurse's station and waited until I heard the door to the shower block close and then headed in that direction. My heart was still beating loud and I was so nervous as I slowly turned the handle and let myself inside. The room was dimmely lit as I walked past the first few cubicles when all of a sudden there was what appeared to be a scaple at my throat. "Don't make a sound you fucking whore." I tried to get the words out but it was no use. My throat was restricted and I was unable to speak. "What did you think bitch that I was going to keep paying you fucking whores for a simple hand job?" "I want to feel some mouth on my cock and feel some pussy wrapped around it and guess what Helen it's going to be you." I was pushed toward the centre of the room where a stainless steel trolley awaited me. He pushed me up onto it and there was another pair of hands, which held my upper body as my legs were strapped into the stirrups and then he moved and secured my wrists. My head hung over the end and I so realised that I was positioned so that my mouth and my male pussy would be accessible. "Mr Rogers please, listen." "I'm not who or what you think I am." "Oh I'm sure we will soon find out just what you are." I struggled against my bindings but it was no use. My uniform by this time had hitched up exposing my stockings, suspenders and a hint of my panties. The second man grabbed my head and pulled it over the end of the table and secured it then took an oral cavity-opening clamp and pushed it into my mouth. The device was designed to fit between my teeth and when clamped held them apart but still allowed entry into my oral cavity. It was evident he would rape my mouth and I would not be able to stop him. I watched as Mr Rogers took the blade and dragged it down the length of my white nurse's dress and the sharpness easily cut the material. He peeled it back like opening a gift and further exposed my stockings, suspenders and panties. He slide the blade under the white elastic material of the leg of my panties and with a quick flick of his whrist snapped it and it too opened exposing my semi rigid cock. "Well look what we have here," he smiled, as his fingers wrapped around my shaft which he began to stroke long and hard. My body betrayed me as the attention was making my cock hard. "We got our selves a sissy boy." "And cute at that." I tried to resist but the bindings held tight against my struggles. "Mmmmm she makes a good looking slut." "What do you think Frank?" "Oh yes she is Dave, I'm going to enjoy sticking my cock in her pretty mouth." "And she will soon be drinking my hot cum" Both men laughed out loud as the positioned themselves for my rape. Dave Clarke pushed his cock toward my face and it pressed against my cheek. I watched as it made its way along my lips and over my mouth and I could feel the trail of precum it left behind. Mr Rogers took some lubricant from the shelf and applied it to the rim of my man pussy. He used his finger to rub it around the tight opening and I could feel my back arch against his touch. I had never had cock in my arse and the thought frightened me. I remember Claire saying that Mr Rogers has a huge cock and that it was thick as well. I know it won't be passion when the uses it on me as he will only be interested in getting himself off and not my pleasure. There was also the thought that when he finished that his partner would also want a piece of me and I hoped I would be well lubricated before that happened. It was now time for my introduction to cock as Mr Rodgers guided his thick penis toward my opening. Frank grabbed my head and he steered his cock to my oral cavity. The gag made its entry easy and he was soon deep in my mouth. I felt myself gag as it hit the back of my throat and I also fought to breath. He immediately began to fuck my mouth as his balls were soon slapping my chin. My jaw ached as the gag held tight and there was no way I could avoid it. I had at one time tasted my own cum to see what it did taste like and I would be soon swallowing his load against my will. I hoped it wouldn't make me gag and I feared I would choke on it. Mr Rogers cock now pressed against my opening and there was resistance on my part to accept it. The resistance would be temporary for he would push past that and he would soon fill my anal canal. He held my hip with his fingers digging into my flesh as he pushed further into me stretching my pussy wide. It gripped his cock tight making it swell even more. "Oh god this bitch's man pussy is so fucking tight." "I want to cum now only I want her to enjoy some cock before I fill her." "Yeah her mouth is so hot and moist and I'm going to enjoy shooting my load down her slut throat." "And just think when we have finished with her the others will also enjoy her openings." Both men were now well into my rape and and I was being used as their sex toy. My mind drifted, as I was now deep throating Frank Skinner as Dave Rogers pounded my man pussy. I was their bitch and I was fighting hard against my body. His hand took my clitty as his fingers wrapped around its thickness where he began to stroke me long and hard and I was responding to his touch. "Yeah baby that's it get that bitch clitty nice and hard." "I'm going to make you cum just like the slut you are." "You know you want it bitch don't you?" Whilst my mind told me no, my body was telling me yes. I wanted to cum, wanted to be used and be pleased. I found my self acknowledging his question and it was in the affirmative. I wanted to be fucked, wanted to be raped and used and I would get my wish. Frank Skinner was on the brink as he pounded my mouth. His precum dribbled down my throat as he prepared me to receive his love juice. I was also lubricated anally and Dave Rogers was fucking me pushing deeper and deeper inside. My cock was rock hard and the precum oozed from it, as I too was ready to shot my load. His hand masturbated me in rhythm to his cock pushing and pulling in and out of me. The cry of pleasure came to me throat as my clitty exploded high into the air. My mind was on my own pleasure and I was not prepared for Frank who seeing and hearing me exploded in my mouth. There was so much cum that it spewed from my mouth and into my nose as my head was still bent over the edge. I began to cough and splutter as the waves of my own organism subsided and Franks continued. I tried to gulp it down but it was no use and it ran down my cheek splashing on the floor. Dave Rogers gave one last thrust as he too came inside me. I felt his cock twitch and buck as he expended his seed deep in my anus. He gripped my hips tight as with one last shove all was filing me. His weight collapsed down as his cock began to soften. Frank withdrew from my mouth and removed the gag. It would not be required, as I would voluntarily suck any cock that was stuck in my face. He forced me to lick his cock clean and once finished he withdrew and summoned another. This ones cock was in my mouth and I was a willing participant. Another took Daves place and they kept coming until the last one of the ward had had one of my holes. I lay in the dark exhausted with my jaw aching, as did my man pussy. I still was bound and it was early morning when Marie found me and cut my bindings. I staggered to the shower and lay on the floor as the water rained down on my cum covered body. I was now their toy and I would be used again soon and it was then I realised that for me the night shift would never be the same. The Night Nurse The middle of the 11 to 7 shift was usually quiet in Lincoln Hospital. As a very expensive private hospital, the rules were strict. No colorful smocks or pant suits for the nurses. The Administrator insisted on the traditional white uniforms, stockings, and caps. Decorum was the order of the day, and insisted upon by the hospitals wealthy and often famous patients. Only the dim lights and softly beeping monitors were signs that there were patients on the Sixth Floor. It was a slow night, with only one-third of the rooms in the Orthopedics service being occupied. With the charts finished, and all the patients quiet, the head nurse took a break and left the two students in charge. "Did you check out that hunk in 637?" asked Marnie. "I think he's a college football player. It looks like he injured his foot, and they are operating on it tomorrow. He's luck to have a double room with no roommate." "Yeah, he's a big guy, for sure," answered Joann. "You've got that right. But have you checked on him lately?" "Why should I? I'm sure he's OK. The monitors are all normal" "Trust me, it's worth a walk down the hall." Joann reluctantly walked down to 637 and quietly entered the room. In the dim night-light she could see that the patient had let his gown slide up his thighs. Peeking out was the biggest cock she had ever seen. "Oh, my God," she said to herself, "That must be what Marnie was talking about." Marnie was waiting for her return with a smirk on her face. "Isn't that awesome? I wonder what it would look like if he had a hard on?" "You'll never know," replied Joann. "But it would be sight to see. It's as thick as my wrist, and must be ten inches long to peek out of his gown the way it does." "I have an idea, but you can't tell anyone. Promise?" "Scouts honor, but what are you talking about?" "Come with me, and keep very quiet." Marnie entered the room and leaned over the bed, with her mouth just inches away from the head of his cock. "Watch this," she whispered. She began very gently blowing soft, warm breaths at his cock head. It seemed to do the trick, since his cock first twitched, and then began to rise like a drawbridge. His breaths were still steady, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly. "I've never even imagined anything like that," Joann whispered quietly. "We'd better get our butts out of here in case he wakes up. Can you imagine what that thing would feel like in your pussy?" "I sure have, and I can feel my panties getting wet already." When they got back to the nurse's station, Joann excused herself and left Marnie alone. She couldn't get that monster cock out of her mind, and slid her hand up under her stiff white uniform skirt. When she touched her clit through her panties, she could feel waves of excitement pulsing through her body. She really wanted to see that again, but when she heard Joann's returning footsteps, she quickly picked up a chart and pretended she had been looking through it. "Cover for me, will you? I've got some things I need to do." The thought of that cock was drawing her back to 637. When she entered the room, she waited very quietly to be sure he was asleep. His cock, now limp, was lying fully exposed against his thigh. Once again, she started to breathe on the tip of his cock, with the same rewarding results as before. This time, she was shocked to realize that he wasn't asleep, as she had thought. "Go ahead and touch it, it you want. You seemed to enjoy its company last time." She tentatively wrapped her fingers around it, and gave it a gentle squeeze. "That feels terrific, why don't you try moving your hand up and down." "I couldn't, if I ever got caught jacking a patient off, I would lose my job." "Listen, if anyone found out what you have already done, you would be history anyway. And they WILL find out, if you don't cooperate." She felt his hand slid up under her skirt to her thigh above the elastic top of her white stocking, caressing the bare flesh. The feel of his finger rubbing her panties against her dripping cunt made her gasp, and she tightened her grip on his cock, and began slowly moving her hand up and down. From his contented sigh, and the increased activity of his fingers, she knew she had passed the point of no return, and after touching her dripping panties, he knew it, too. His finger pried the crotch of her panties aside, and slipped up into her cunt, with his thumb now rubbing back and forth on her clit. His hand then gripped the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down so that they dropped on the floor. "Now give it a kiss, will you?" Knowing she was in his control, she did as he directed, and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. It was a mouthful, and she could only get an inch or two of the end into her mouth. "Oh, yes," he moaned. "That feels so good! I think I'm ready now" "Ready for what?" she asked. "You'll see, just stand over facing the empty bed and I'll show you. Bend down and rest your elbows on the sheet. And take off that uniform, you won't be needing it for a few minutes." The sight of her bare ass under her hiked up uniform skirt was almost more than he could stand. With her elbows resting on the low bed, her ass was sticking up in the air. He watched approvingly as her uniform dropped to the floor. He got out of bed and walked over to the other bed, and started touching the controls. As the motor buzzed, she could feel the bed rising until she was bent over at a right angle. "My God, she thought, he's going to fuck me right here and now." She slipped out of her uniform and prepared for what was coming. The next thing she felt was his stiff cock rubbing against the back of her thighs. She wriggled her ass until the tip of his cock was barely slipping into her cunt. It was huge, but she stretched over it, and could feel it throbbing inside her pussy. She then pushed back at him, as he thrust toward her, and she felt the entire length of it filling her vagina. With each thrust, it seemed to go deeper. His arms wrapped around her and his hands caressed her bare tits, squeezing them in time with each push. It was almost like trying to drink out of a fire hydrant, but she had never felt so completely excited. She loosened one hand and began caressing her clit as he stroked, and knew that she would never have another moment like this. As she felt him slide out of her cunt, she had a moment of panic. What if he tries to stick that thing up my ass? He moistened his fingers with her pussy juices and began running them around and into her asshole, making it a slippery target, then probed inside with his finger. His cock then pressed against her hole, and slowly began forcing its way inside. She felt like she was sitting on top of a telephone pole, but was surprised at how good it felt. Once again, the two bodies thrust toward each other, and it was hard to tell who was the more excited. She won, and, as he continued pounding in her ass, had the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced. "Had enough?" he asked. "Oh, yes. It was unbelievable." "Now get down on your knees in front of me, and finish that blow job." She had no choice in the matter, and did as he asked, closing her lips over the tip, and licking under the head with her tongue. When he had had enough, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and began rapidly jacking off. When he started to cum, she realized that it would be all over her face and tits. Blob after blob of cum squirted out, soaking her face and chest and dripping down onto her stomach. "Thanks for the tender loving care," he told her. "I think I had better get back to bed. And don't tell anyone our little secret." "Fat chance," she thought. She slipped into the bathroom and wiped the cum off her face and tits, and put her uniform back on. She tried to control her quaking as she walked back to the nurses' station. "Did you finish what you needed to do?" asked Joann. "You'll never know," she replied, with a satisfied smile on her face, "You'll absolutely, positively never know." The End Disclaimer: Unprotected sex is fine in fiction, but can be deadly in real life. The Night Nurse The Night Nurse – Day 1 First day out of nursing school and she gets given all the crap jobs, the latest being volunteered for night duty as nobody else wanted it. Leaning over the old guy to try and make out what he kept repeating over and over, she must shut him up before he wakes all the others. Leaning against his bed, she lowers her head and thinks at the same time, why can't she have a ward with some hot young guys , instead of all these oldsters, who are mostly here because they have nowhere else to go. In the poor night light she can see his lips move, repeating the same word over and over..... she could just made it out, damn, the dirty old man, keeps saying "pussy, pussy" again and again. As she was pulling away again, thinking, doubt he's had or seen any pussy in decades, she felt the sheets moving and something pressing against her legs. The old mans hand had moved out from under the sheet and firmly grabbed her nylon covered leg. Remembering what she was told back in nursing school, stay calm at all times, even though her heart skipped a beat when she felt his calloused hand grip her leg, she spoke to him quietly, thinking she mustn't wake the others, "sir, please let go of my leg and go to sleep", the old mans reaction upon hearing a female voice was to mutter louder "pussy, pussy". Putting her hand on his much larger hand to try and gently remove it, he lessoned his firm grip, but instead of letting go, it moved further up her thigh, under her skirt, the odd thought in her mind was that he better not damage her brand new expensive black hose she had bought especially for her first day at the hospital. She kept what was happening hidden from the others who may have been awake and watching, by keeping her body between him and the rest of the patients, the one drawback was that by moving slightly, she gave the old guy in the bed the opportunity to move his hand all the way up between her legs, his hand was now covering her hosed and panty clad pussy. He may have been loosing his mind, but certainly hadn't lost any of his strength, from the pressure he was applying with just the one hand between her inner thighs, forcing her up on tiptoe, she fell against the bed. Time to think, no one can see, she was worried it would get reported, the only person who knew was the one doing it, and his vocabulary only seemed to consist of just one word, which she now heard louder and more distinct as she was flopped over him on the bed. While she was trying to figure out a quiet way of un-entangling herself, his hand had been busy, rubbing over the nylon, pressing firmly, it knew the pussy was there but couldn't get to it, good decision wearing hose she thought, she was tempted to wear stockings like everyone thought a nurse should wear, but being the middle of winter, she thought comfort and warmth outweighed that. His hand was moving faster, he was repeating his words in almost an angry tone, "pussy, pussy ". One of his fingernails lodged in the nylon, this must have triggered some instinct in his head, as his fingers dug in, pushing and twisting, making a small tear in her hose, pushing thru, widening the hole, his finger wormed its way in, now only having her panties to contend with, his finger moved to the side of her panties and slipped under, she felt his rough finger against her soft skin, moving over her lips, expertly parting them and pushing inside. His finger pushed in deep, ignoring her dryness, forcing its way in, finger fucking her, he was working his hand so as to expand the hole in her hose, making it easier for him to get to the pussy, she thought time for action had arrived and began to squirm away from him, still trying to keep hidden what was happening from the others, all she succeeded in doing was moving her top half further down his bed, taking the sheet with her and her lower half moving up the bed, so as to make his access to her pussy easier. Thinking, well, that wasn't much of a success, his hand was really working her pussy now, the gap in her hose much bigger to enable him better access, while she was intent on squirming away from him, her pussy had betrayed her and was starting to get wet from the attention it was being paid, obviously not discriminating on how it was happening. As if that wasn't all of her problems, she now felt a hardness under her chest, her squirming body pressed upon him was making his cock grow, her actions had made things worse, not only was he now finger fucking her wet pussy, but his cock was growing just inches away from her head, lifting her body up and away from his hardening cock was another mistake, with the release of her weight upon him, his cock sprang out from the gap in his pj's. God, it was huge, why the hell couldn't her boyfriends have had a cock like that, decision time, she knew one way to make this stop, the same with all guys, once they had cum they lost interest, she could only see the enormous cock in front of her, so pretending it belonged to a hot young guy, she lowered her head towards it. Getting closer, she could see it glisten in the dim light with pre cum, guess he had been playing with it long before she came to see where the noise was coming from. Opening her mouth wide, she took the wet shining head in her mouth, it felt quite nice actually, filled her mouth but she still had room to work her tongue over it, concentrating on just 2 things, the finger working her wet pussy, in and out and the hot pulsing cock head in her mouth. One good thing was that this old guy was in no mental state to say anything about it, with the feel of her hot mouth on his cock, he withdrew his hand, ripped the hose even wider and pulled her damp panties aside, her pussy was now laid bare, he pushed one finger in, closely followed by another, then began finger fucking it hard. This guy was rough but he knew how to hit the spot, she never thought the g spot really existed, but his fingers were hitting something that was making the pussy drip with juices, he was pushing his cock against her, trying to get in her mouth deeper, no way guy, be happy with what was in already she thought. She should have known better by now, a huge heavy hand was pulled out from the remainder of the sheet covering him and pushed down hard on the back of her head, the thick cock was pushed right to the back of her throat, almost making her gag, he kept his hand pressed down, moving his hips to fuck her throat, she started to struggle, but was held firmly with one hand behind her head and the other with fingers speared into her dripping pussy. Her struggles must have felt good on his cock as it was starting to pulse, engorged with blood, she had been beginning to enjoy it too, but was starting to panic a little now, almost being choked by his huge cock, the feeling of hot cum spurting into her mouth came as a relief, trying to swallow but some spilling out of her mouth, the weight of his hand was removed and his other hand covered with pussy juice was also withdrawn. She struggled up, cum dripping down her chin, looking around to see all the other ancient men from the beds gathered around, watching intently with gleaming eyes, some with their cocks out, working them in their hands .... To be continued? The Night Nurse I wake up slowly; my eyes blurred. My vision is impaired whilst my eyes try to focus on something; the room is dark, small shadows flicker from the monitoring equipment. Slowly, my mind groggy, I gradually become aware of what is happening, remembering the events of the day, despite my drug induced haze; where I am. I try to move, fidget but find moving difficult, talking, practically impossible. I hear the beeps of the heart rate monitor increase, together with the monitors that measures my brain activity. The nurse enters the room, having been alerted by the remote sensors. She is checking me over, talking softly, and removing the bed covers fussing with the dressings, all the time talking to me, saying sweet things; asking if I can't sleep and the like. She is aware that I am conscious even though unable to reply; she continues to talk to me as she carries out her duties. This carries on for several minutes... She turns to me, aware that I can see that I can appreciate what's happening, but still I am unable to respond. Slowly she turns to face me, a soft smile up on her lips as she begins to talk to me again. She tells me that she has moments like that, times when she can't sleep, and what her best cure for insomnia is. "I found that the best cure for insomnia is a good climax Miranda." "I don't know if you've ever done it to get to sleep? I guess you have. Maybe we should try now? Shall we give it a try Miranda?" As she finishes talking, I feel her pull back the sheet; my bedclothes, exposing my night dress, making me feel cold, exposed. Not sure if I heard her right, understood her right, a shiver of shock traverses my spine as my eyes open wide with shock, disbelief. As I become aware that she has hitched up my night dress, feeling the cool air on my thighs and on my mound. Suddenly I feel open, vulnerable and exposed my understanding of her intent starts to become clearer. She sits on the side of the bed, her eyes, her gaze locked onto mine. I gasp, as I feel her fingers against my thigh. The touch is soft light delicate, as if a feather is being raked against my flesh. I feel my body respond, a shiver down my spine, my skin reacting as my skin becomes covered with goose pimples. My breathing quickens slightly, my feeling of being vulnerable increasing every time I feel her finger against my thigh, slowly softly moving higher. My eyes open, I feel, see, a shadow moving towards my face, my face flinches as she cups my cheek. I feel her press her palm into my face. I hear her quietly talking. "You are so pretty Miranda." Her hands continue, feeling one against my cheek, the other close to my fanny, my mound. My thighs instinctively pressing together, trying to deter her, but this only seems to encourage her. "Now Miranda, relax. Let's make you feel sleepy again Miranda." Unable to cope, comprehend what is happening, my eyes close, still aware of her advances, her soft tender caresses. My mind slowly realizes as she continues to softly touch, caress in her sensual manner; I realise that the only time I've ever felt like this is when I have caressed myself. When I've lain back in the pillows of my bed, or under the hot refreshing pick me up shower, wanting, needing to orgasm. My thoughts are cast aside, my mind brought back to reality as I feel her breath on my flesh, short intense breaths, a strange smell a mixture of perfume and stale tobacco, before I feel a pair of lips on mine. The kiss is soft, brushing her lips against mine, feeling her tongue tip against my lips. I feel my body start to respond, despite fighting off those feelings, those caresses and their affect on my body. Her tongue slowly parts my lips. I try, in vain to keep them closed. The harder I try, the more they open up to her, to her unwanted advances, my tongue tasting her lip balm. The kiss lingers on my lips, and I am unaware that she has pulled away, stood up. "Miranda" She catches my attention, her eyes staring at me as she slowly unzips her uniform, a wry smile appearing on her face. She exposes her shoulders as she slides the uniform onto the floor, and stands before me in her lingerie. Black in colour, the cups are sheer translucent, the outline of her areola clearly visible, as are her nipples, hard, prominent. Suddenly she is looking very dominant; her black sheer thong shows her neatly trimmed mound her legs muscular, yet shapely. Caught in the flicker of light, she steps towards me. My mind is in turmoil, scared, thoughts racing through my head, as I now understand, realise what she meant, earlier. I feel her breath on my legs, her lips on my breasts, as I wince, wanting her to stop, to leave me. She kisses me, caressing her breasts over my body, her mouth kissing, licking my neck, my chin; as her tongue touched my exposed breast, my nipple. I feel revulsion helplessness as she finds one of my more intense erogenous zones, but my body rebels under her relentless attack. My nipple becoming firm, my nerve endings alive, I squirm, squeal in anger; unable to resist as she abuses my sexuality. What is worse is that I feel my body responding, responding to her unwanted attention. She continues to gently kiss me, licking me, rubbing her breasts against my flesh, her fingers finding my mound, invading my inner privacy. My sexuality is making me aware of how aroused I am, yet I am scared, repulsed. Her fingers are inside. I am aware of aroused I have become; how aroused she has made me. Her finger softly caresses my fanny, my pussy. I gasp as her fingertip finds my network of nerve endings. I feel her finger caress, massage, and her touch knowingly soft delicate, as she seems to know how to touch, to caress, to pleasure me. No male has had this effect on me. My eyes open, and I am in disbelief, as she straddles my thigh, her bare fanny against my thigh. Her touch is cool, wet. I gasp; my mind realising she too has become aroused. Her finger still softly, delicately probing inside me further heightening my arousal. She presses down onto my thigh, short soft thrusts. She runs herself against my thigh, leaving a short trail of her arousal on my flesh. Her pace quickens, on my thigh, on my G-spot. My body shakes, convulses as my nerve endings become alive. My breathing is fast laboured, as my body enjoys the moment. My nipples prominent, aching, wanting, feeling the need to cup my own breasts, wanting to hold myself, needing to be held in this intimate of intimate moments. She screams, gasps, her thigh grinds into me one final time... As my body recovers from the intense orgasm, she dresses, asking if that was better, still under the effect of the drugs, I nod, feeling myself become sleepy. I'm almost unaware of her soft kiss before she departs, despite the kiss being soft, long, lingering, her tongue parting my lips albeit briefly. The following morning, I'm unsure if it was a dream, a drug induced dream, or did it happen; did she really take advantage of me? I only realised a couple of days later, that it was not a dream. As I left, she asked if I had any problems sleeping in my stay, with a knowing content smile. I just looked at her, stunned that she has confessed to me, after betraying of my trust as she took advantage of me when I was unable to defend myself, resist. But I also remembered with a smile how sensual she was despite her domination. I had to smile as I remembered how intense, that pleasurable orgasm was. My eyes met hers briefly as I paused, before finally nodded, "yes thank you." Authors Note: The beginnings of this story can be found in my Rape essay also here on lit. I have had several requests to write it as a separate stand alone story. So here it is. In my early 20s I was in hospital for minor surgery, and I did wake up from the operation in the middle of the night unable to sleep, and the night nurse did pay me a visit. However, the rest of the story was, is a fantasy of mine, preferably a fantasy that will stay as a fantasy. I hope you enjoyed it. Miranda June 08 The Night Nurse Nancy Knopping was shocked when she discovered her husband's infidelity. Married just two years she assumed her husband Rick was just "Busy" all those times he didn't come home right after work. The pretty brunette found out the hard way when she discovered incriminating photos of Rick and a coworker engaged in all kinds of lewd behavior. Rick really had no excuse. Nancy had to assume he didn't love her anymore if he ever did in the first place. Now, two years later, Nancy was starting a new career as a nurse at a suburban Los Angeles hospital. It was something she'd always wanted to do: Help other people. The work was rewarding. Well, it would be rewarding some day. As a new employee Nancy ended up doing a lot of the jobs the more experienced nurses preferred not to do. Like emptying bedpans and giving sponge baths! Ugh! But Nancy was glad to be working in her chosen field and knew that complaining would get her very little in her first few weeks at the job. She had to earn her way up the ladder at West Hills Hospital and, if bedpans and sponge baths were necessary then she'd deal with them. One morning a young man, only a few years younger than Nancy's 24 years was admitted. He'd been injured in an industrial accident and both of his hands were badly banged up. He'd broken two ribs as well and was pretty sore all over. Bill or "Billy" as he was called by coworkers and family, was a good natured boy and was somewhat chagrined by his accident. "Aw it was my own damn fault!" He'd sheepishly admitted. "Shoulda been looking where I was goin'" He was a big strong guy and Nancy could tell he was going to have a tough time laying out in a hospital for what promised to be a fairly long stay. Nancy got to know the lad as she was required to empty his bedpan every day. At the end of Billy's first week, Nancy's superior, Wilma, told her it was time to learn how to give a sponge bath. "Now you have to just accept that he's just a man like any other and he needs to be cleaned up so he won't smell and be embarrassed here. Most men are actually shy about being bathed by a woman but if you do it in a matter of fact way, they get used to it pretty quick." Wilma instructed. "Just wash him down, stem to stern, and then dry him off real nice with a clean towel. Nothing more to it than that." Nancy assumed that Wilma would wash Billy herself to demonstrate how it was done but she quickly found herself with a sponge and a pail of soapy water in her hands! The pretty young divorcee began to wet the sponge when Wilma reminded her to remove Billy's hospital gown. "Can't bathe a man with his clothes on now can we?" She calmly remarked. Nancy quickly complied and then Billy's solid young frame was exposed to her. There were bandages covering both of his hands and his midsection was black and blue from the blow he'd suffered. "Careful right there," Wilma instructed, pointing to the bruises. "And don't get the bandages wet." Nancy began to wash the young man somewhat self consciously. She hadn't seen a naked man since her divorce and, honestly, Rick wasn't exactly a stud muffin to begin with. Billy, on the other hand, looked like he worked out every day...which he probably did at his construction job. She washed his legs, underarms and, gently, his chest. "Now, don't forget 'The Rest' of him honey." Wilma joked. Knowing what she was expected to do, Nancy moved the sponge to Billy's large but flaccid penis. "Work him good there now honey!" Wilma smiled. "That'll remind him of why he wants to get better! Heh heh!" Both Billy and Nancy were now beginning to blush at Wilma's earthy comment. Nancy rubbed the sponge all over Billy's penis and, uh oh! It began to swell right before her eyes! The bed ridden young man was getting a hard on! "Hah! I thought you'd like that Bill!" Wilma cracked. "Never met a red blooded youngster that didn't!" Billy was mortified! There wasn't much he could do about it, however. His penis seemed to have a mind of it's own. The beautiful young nurse that had captured his imagination the first time he'd seen her that confusing day when he'd ended up here was now massaging his cock! Even when she moved the sponge up onto his belly his penis continued to grow. He watched Nancy's face as she began to towel him off wondering "Where has she been all my life?" "OK now 'Mr. Stiffy!' Wilma finally said, "You calm down now and maybe getcha forty winks 'fore dinner." "I'm...I'm certainly learning new things here." Nancy admitted to herself. "That wasn't so bad I guess." "I was just funnin' with you in there sugar." Wilma said quietly as they walked down the hall afterwards. "Sometimes you have to go a bit beyond the call of duty so to speak to help these people. That young feller, I guarantee you, never spent a day of his life in a hospital and now here he is: All banged up and dependin' on us to make him well. A little thrill like that will keep his spirits up you know? Give him somethin' to look forward to." Nancy had to admit, nursing was turning out to be a lot different than she expected. The patients, for the most part, were crabby and whiny and the visiting families were demanding and difficult. She'd been insulted, degraded, spoken down to and, quite honestly, infuriated in her short tenure at the hospital. The sense of fulfillment she had been expecting was elusive somehow. But, it was a steady, good paying job and she knew she had to stick with it. The doctors seemed to like her anyway and Wilma, with her home spun manners and sometimes corse demeanor was, after all, a professional doing her best to show Nancy the ropes. The following day she was serving dinner to old Mr. Hargrove who was having eye surgery the following morning. He was more than "Concerned." Bob Hargrove was scared shitless! Looking up at Nancy, Bob blurted out the truth: He hated to have anything touch his eyes. He'd never had contact lenses for fear of sticking them on his eyes. He hated eye drops. Never even opened his eyes in the shower! Now he was going to have a "Minor Incision" in his right eye after which a new lens was going to be "Gently" installed. "Young lady I don't want nobody sawing a hole in my eyeball! They're saying I'm gonna be awake for this procedure. What's that going to feel like?" "Oh you'll be fine Mr. Hargrove!" Nancy replied. It was easy for 24 year old Nancy Knopping to say. Her eyes were perfect and glasses, contacts, cataracts and eye surgery were all in the future for her. "People have that operation all the time and it's over in only about ten minutes." She smiled. Bob wasn't buying it. Why, he was actually trembling as he attempted to eat his dinner. Just then Wilma ambled into the room. "Now how we doin' tonight Mr. Hargrove? Better eat up 'cause tomorrow you're gonna be able to see this slop we're feedin' you! Ha Ha!" Bob looked up at Wilma and it was clear he didn't appreciate the humor. "Now C'mon sugar, you cain't eat nothin' tomorrow morning before your surgery so you got to get some nourishment tonight. It ain't so bad, honest!" Wilma watched the grey haired businessman and seemed to sense his fear. "OK now honey, I think I got just the thing to settle you down a bit." With that said she disappeared from the room only to return a few moments later. The aging head nurse emptied most of Bob's water glass and then pulled a half pint bottle of Jim Beam Bourbon from her smock. She poured a good sized shot into the remaining water and quietly said "Now don't go tellin' nobody 'bout this y'hear? Bob's face brightened. "Gee...Gee thanks! He took the glass and downed it with a couple of big gulps. "Yeah. Thanks a lot." Nancy and Wilma watched as Bob finished his dinner and then settled back against his pillows. He took a deep breath and...he seemed to accept his fate. He'd get through this thing tomorrow one way or another. At least he could relax now and sleep. Nancy found herself gaining admiration for her country born and bred superior. Somewhere along the line, she'd learned a thing or two about getting people well. "Sometimes the line gets...blurry." she came to understand. The next time she went into Billy's room to bathe him Nancy was over her shyness about the procedure. She joked with the improving but still banged up 19 year old and set about sponging him down. She saved his penis for last and they were both eagerly anticipating it when the time came for his "Bath" there. "Can't forget 'Mr. S tiffy' now can we?" Nancy smiled as she said it. She was now expecting Billy's cock to enlarge as she washed it and she wasn't disappointed! She rubbed the sponge up and down his healthy young penis and Billy moaned in appreciation. He tried to lift his butt to meet her manipulations but his ribs hurt too much for that. So the young man just laid there as Nancy expertly cleaned up his now almost fully erect cock. It had been two weeks now in this hospital. Two full weeks. Bill Crandell had learned to masturbate when he was just 13 years old and hadn't missed more than one day ever since. Oh sure he liked a good piece of ass but that wasn't easy to come by. So he did the best he could with the ladies but he was used to ejaculating every day! Two weeks now it had been! Two weeks! And here was this...this adorable doll massaging his naked body and he's too fucked up to do anything but lay there! Nancy dried off Billy the best she could and covered him up. She had to stop herself from giving the strapping young lad a kiss on the cheek as he smiled up at her in gratitude. "Who am I kidding?" She said to herself. "I could go for a good looking guy like him. I wish he was a bit older." That Friday she was called in to nurse Wilma's office and informed that she was being promoted to full time employee! It was more than a formality since lots of women tried out for nursing and couldn't make it. Now, she would be getting full health coverage and a modest raise. The only downside was she would have to work nights. It would be an adjustment to come in at four in the afternoon and work until midnight. But it also meant not much in the way of dealing with the family visitors who could be a pain. Nancy gratefully accepted her new position. It was only the second night of her new assignment when she heard moaning coming from Bill Crandell's room. Billy was supposed to be well on his way to recovery and she wondered what would be causing him to moan in pain. She crept into the darkened room and, at first, couldn't figure out what was happening. Then her eyes adjusted to the dim light and she saw Billy's bandaged hands pressing onto his groin. It took a bit longer for the young nurse to realize exactly why he was doing it. "Oh my goodness!" She realized. "He's a healthy growing boy and he's been locked up in this hospital with his hands bandaged up for almost 3 weeks now! He must need release!" Nancy considered going into Billy's room and attempting to comfort him. But she quickly realized that someone telling him "It'll be OK son!" won't help his immediate problem. "Sometimes the line gets blurry." She finally said to herself. The pretty young night nurse walked quietly into the room. She pulled the curtain for more privacy even though Bill had no room mate. When Billy Crandell saw Nancy hovering over him at first he thought he was dreaming. His sexual frustration was getting the better of him now and to find the gorgeous dark eyed beauty who occupied his thoughts right there beside him was almost too good to be true. But it was true. And then she was removing his hospital gown leaving him nude before him. "Not feeling well tonight are we?" Nancy started in her best imitation of Wilma's homespun way of putting things. "Well let's see if we can do something about that." She probably should've called a doctor and arranged for a sedative. But the line was already too blurry for that. No. Twenty four year old Nancy Knopping was eager for some sexual release herself. She and Rick hadn't exactly had a wild sex life but it was better than what she'd enjoyed since he'd left: Nothing! The handsome young construction worker was looking up at her hopefully knowing it wasn't time for his bath! Nancy unbuttoned the first few buttons of her starched white Nurse's blouse so Billy could see her bra encased tits. Not gigantic. In fact Rick had teased her about her "Little mosquito bites" more than a time or two. But Billy didn't seem to mind. She leaned down with the pretense of raising the bed a bit but she actually wanted to get her breasts right up in Billy's face...where he could get a sniff of her feminine scent. "Now Billy you'll have to be quiet OK? No moaning or anything OK?" Billy nodded eagerly and then watched as Nancy backed away momentarily and reached up beneath her white skirt. With the lad looking on intently, she pulled down her white panties and then stepped out of them. Nancy held her panties up for Billy to see and then leaned over and placed them right on the pillow next to his face. Billy thought He'd died and gone to heaven! Nancy then took a tube of KY jelly off the cabinet next to the bed and coated her hand with it. The pretty divorcee found herself thinking "I should probably be wearing surgical gloves for this operation!" The thought faded into oblivion as she approached Billy's supine form and took hold of his thick young penis! Billy couldn't help but groan when she did it but Nancy brought her index finger to her lips as if to say "Shhhh!" Nancy then began to lightly stroke Billy's penis with her right hand while cradling his balls with her left. Billy nodded his head up and down as if to say "Yes" while his pleasure increased. For her part Nancy found herself becoming increasingly aroused. She'd never given her husband a hand job and they usually made love under the covers in the dark. To feel this solid young guy obviously responding to her digital manipulations was extremely exciting to her. His cock was still growing. How big would it get? she wondered. There was only one way to find out! So Nancy redoubled her efforts, sliding her hand quickly up and down Billy's cock as she squeezed him a bit harder. She figured after three weeks of abstinence it wouldn't take long to get him off. And she was right. Nineteen year old Billy Crandell had had his fair share of girls but never one as fine as Nurse Nancy. He wished he could fuck her but his injuries still wouldn't allow that. No. He had to "Settle" for this truly thrilling sexual encounter. His dream girl, Nurse Nancy, her soft warm panties right next to him on the pillow, her tits just barely covered and nearly visible. Oh this would do alright! Nancy's neglected young pussy was wet now as she continued to rub Young Billy's completely erect cock. What a mammoth hunk of flesh he had! She lad little to compare him to but he certainly put Rick to shame. Why, she could hardly get her little fist around it's girth! "He's going to please a lot of women with that thing." She thought. Nancy began to use both hands to please young Billy's come striving penis. He had promised not to make any sound but it couldn't have been easy. The room was now filled with the lewd sounds of her two small, lubricated hands sliding repeatedly up and down Billy's frustrated young cock. It wouldn't be long now. Unseen by the illicit lovers, 48 year old Miles Procter was listening in from the doorway. The burly janitor was wondering why the curtain was closed in Billy's room. "No reason for that at night." He thought. When he approached the curtained off bed he heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from within. Unable to contain his curiosity, Miles peeked around the curtain and saw that young Miss Knopping doing a thing on Little Billy. He'd thought the two young people had been kind of flirting and here was the proof. Damn! She was fine! Miles had been eyeing her since she arrived at the hospital. Never got beyond "Hi, how ya doin'?" but she was never unfriendly to him. Oblivious to the unseen janitor, Nancy continued to work Billy's cock towards it's inevitable conclusion. His impossibly hard cock was beginning to secrete drops of liquid out of the little slit at the top of the head. Knowing she shouldn't, Nancy touched the tip of her finger to the clear flowing liquid and then brought it to her lips, tasting it briefly before returning to the task at hand. Billy moved his head from side to side, eagerly drawing air through his nose each time he touched Nancy's panties. She was so pretty. So nice to him. She was like an angel in the night, here to somehow save him from his three weeks of agony. Then...Nancy actually felt Billy's seed beginning to jet from his balls! His sizable manhood jerked in her hands and then she felt a jumping sensation from the bottom of his prick. Then...then it poured out! Gob after gob of Billy's fresh young sperm splashed out onto his belly as he came. "Ooooo!" Nancy couldn't help but utter as she saw the proof of his climax squirting out again and again. She watched his face as Billy finally began to finish and then, at last, he was done. Nancy had never seen that much sperm at one time in her life! What a stud! The few times she'd actually seen Rick ejaculate it had barely dribbled out. Not Billy! Why, his chest was covered with streams of bleachy smelling jism. Not thinking clearly right then, Nancy grabbed her panties and used them to wipe up Billy's sizable emission. Billy was now feeling a warm glow all over his body as he felt Nurse Nancy wiping up his come. Had this really happened? He wondered. The subtle but persistent pain he'd been feeling from his injuries seemed to disappear in the aftermath of his overpowering orgasm. "I love that girl." He admitted to himself. Nancy now realized that she needed to get rid of the evidence of what she'd just done. Yes the line sometimes gets blurry but it's one thing to give a worried old guy a shot of booze to calm his nerves. It quite another to jerk off some lonely young boy who you are supposed to be nursing back to health! Her unsatisfying sex life with her husband and subsequent lack of sex had obviously caused an unnatural reaction in Nancy's mind. She'd just lost control! Nancy decided to stuff her panties in the trash bin down the hall so she lightly caressed Billy's cheek in a genuine display of affection and then replaced his hospital gown and stepped outside the curtain. Looking back, she took a long last look at Bill Crandell, lying there in mellow satisfaction. "Good night Billy!" She said softly. "Sleep tight!" Shock wouldn't begin to describe the sensation Nancy felt when she turned and saw Miles standing right outside the open door to Billy's room. "My God! He saw the whole thing!" "Eve'nin' Miss Nancy." Miles offered with a smile. "Why...Miles! What are you doing here...now...uh..." "Well, actually I work here ma'am. And I s'pose you know that too. Is the youngster feelin' better?" Nancy was shaking with fear now. She'd been caught! Caught masturbating a patient. Grounds for immediate dismissal if not worse consequences. She had to figure out a way to keep Miles quiet about this. "Yes...Yes he is Miles. I...I had to...to counsel him a bit. He was feeling...some pain and...uh..." Miles just smiled at the pretty young nurse. There was just no way to explain her way out of this mess but it sure was cute watching her try! "He needed some counseling then? Well, could I get some of that counseling? Cause you see I been feeling some pain too. Here...hand me those. You won't be needin' them any more tonight." Knowing she had nowhere to turn, Nancy handed her come soaked panties to the big black janitor. He wadded them up in his meaty hands and then led the shaking young night nurse down the hall to the store room. Miles hid Nancy's panties in his back pocket, then used his keys to open the room. The Night Nurse Feeling like a condemned man, Nancy proceeded Miles into the small store room and turned to face him. She began to try to apologize but Miles just smiled and put his finger to his lips as she had done earlier. "Shhhhh Miss Nancy." He smiled at her. "All I need is a little of your...counseling. That's all. Ain't nobody gonna know nothin' bout this. Just a little 'counseling' that's all." Without giving Nancy a chance to respond, Miles pulled down the zipper on his khaki trousers and fished out his penis. Nancy's eye's widened when she saw it. She thought Billy was well hung but Miles was from another planet! It wasn't even hard but it hung down from his fly impressively. The tingling sensation in Nancy's pussy increased when she saw it and suddenly the idea of "Counseling" Miles didn't seem so foreign. "Jus' a little 'counseling' is all I really need Miss Nancy. Can you help me out honey?" Nancy looked up into Miles' clean black face and realized she had nothing to fear from the friendly janitor. "You need to maintain good relations with the staff." She remembered. Nancy tentatively reached out and lightly grasped Miles' cock. "Mmmmmm." was his only response. Folks at the hospital sometimes referred to Miles as "Mr. Hum Dinger" because he would walk down the halls humming popular tunes of the day. He'd hum "Me and Mrs. Jones", or "Just my Imagination" with his deep voice. No one had ever heard him sing. But Nancy was now holding his "Hum Dinger" in her hand and it was quickly firming up. There was still enough KY jelly left on her hands to massage the Big Black Cock in her hands and, knowing she had little choice, Nancy began to do so. "Oh that's good young lady." Miles encouraged. "Oh that's real nice! Now just a little faster honey...yeah, just like that. That's real real nice." Nancy was now getting an eye popping view of Miles' big thick hardon and the sight was causing impure thoughts to flood into her head. "Just look at that thing!" She mused to herself. "No woman could ever take that thing in her pussy! No way!" She had to admit it was a thrill to masturbate the big black janitor before her. It was almost like she could control him with just her two little hands. He wouldn't hurt her. She could sense that much. He was just a big kind gentle soul. And it's true. Miles was just a big kind gentle soul...with a big hard cock that demanded satisfaction! Miles finally had reached full erection and knew it was time for action. He reached around Nancy and, taking hold of the pretty brunette by her butt cheeks, he gently lifted her up onto the desk that was being temporarily stored there. Nancy was curious about Miles' intentions. Wasn't he happy to be masturbated by a young and pretty nurse like her? Miles read the curiosity in Nancy's face and just smiled to reassure her. "Here Miss Nancy..." He said in his low Barry White type voice. He separated Nancy's legs and pushed her white skirt up around her waist. Nancy's hair covered pussy was now helplessly exposed to the burly black man. "Oh Miles No!" Nancy complained. She now understood what was about to happen to her. Miles wanted to fuck her little bare pussy but there was just no way she could take him! "Miles, it's too big!" "Well Miss Nancy you ain't the first woman to say that but they all enjoyed it once we, you know, got goin'." Holding his bloated prick in his right hand he brought it to the now well lubricated lips of Nancy's pussy. He briefly touched it to her smooth pink labia but then stopped just long enough to move her further back on the surface of the desk top. Nancy's feet were now on the desk and her knees were up and well apart. Nancy's pussy lips had opened slightly and the cock starved brunette knew her fate was sealed. "Please take it easy on me Miles." It was the last thing Nancy could remember saying before she felt tremendous pressure from the huge black cock that now demanded entrance into her tight little pussy. Nancy was no virgin. But she had never even dreamed of taking a penis that big. How had she gotten herself into this predicament? She took a deep breath and it felt like she was at the top of a roller coaster. Scared out of her wits but ready for an exhilarating ride! Miles Proctor knew from experience there was no point in "Going Slow." The longer you dragged it out the greater the chance the woman would chicken out. Or someone would need some doggone thing out the damn store room! So he moved his big hands around to encircle Nancy's waist and, when he knew he had her securely positioned, Miles moved forward sending his immense length surging into Nancy Knopping's unprotected vagina! "Oh My God Miles!" She gasped. "Please...no more!" The pretty night nurse had just about talked herself into thinking she could actually take that mammoth cock in her pussy but now the reality of the situation was hitting home! She looked down to realize that only about half of Miles' big cock was actually in her well lubricated pussyhole. The burly janitor then began to withdraw and Nancy momentarily thought she was saved! But, after allowing Nancy a moment to prepare, Miles reared back and drove all of his stiff penis right up into her no longer neglected pussy! "Damn, she tight!" He muttered under his breath. Miles had had lots of women but never one as beautiful and seemingly inexperienced as Miss Nancy. He didn't want to hurt her so her began to slowly fuck in and out of her widely stretched pussy, holding onto her waist all the while. Poor Nancy had no choice now but to allow the huge black cock to penetrate her soft little pussy. No choice. It wasn't her fault really. What else could she do? She had to just lay back there on the desk top with her long white legs wide open and give her little pink pussy to Miles. And he was pretty good at taking it too! She liked the way he smoothly moved into her. Her husband had just herked and jerked and it was over. Not Miles. He seemed to care if she was enjoying it or not. And, impossible as it might seem, she WAS beginning to enjoy it! Not knowing exactly why, Nancy reached out and touched the big janitor's chest as he barreled into her again. She looked up at his face and their eyes briefly met. "Oh go ahead and fuck me Miles." she managed to say before he speared her little cunt anew. Miles knew he couldn't last long as tight as this young woman was. He wanted to bring her off too though and so he pulled most of his thick cock out of Nancy's slipperly little pussy and then rubbed his cockhead repeatedly into her little spot. In and out and in and out really fast. It worked. Nancy saw stars and gasped in pleasure as Miles brought her over the edge. Seeing the pretty Nurse obviously moving into orgasm, Miles own climax began and he pulled out of little Nancy's pussy and began to spit wads of creamy come right into her pussy hair. Nancy was treated to her second explosive display of come spurting that night as Miles unloaded his balls onto her belly. The big man squeezed his penis repeatedly, enjoying the pleasurable sensation of coming on the little nurse's bare pussy. Nancy ended up walking a little funny for a day or two but there were no further repercussions from the incidents that took place that night. She formed a bond with "The Staff" that lasted her entire tenure at the hospital. After he was released, Billy Crandell continued to stop by the hospital to visit with Nurse Nancy and, eventually, got up his nerve and asked the pretty brunette for a date. It turned out that Billy was hip enough not to care about Nancy's age and she realized almost right away that they would make a great team. Nancy no longer works at the hospital. No she stays home these days to raise their two little boys. They're a rambunctious duo and they get banged up from time to time. No problem really. They just run to "Nurse Nancy" and she'll kiss it better. Cute little guys. Billy Jr. and Miles were their names.