0 comments/ 17944 views/ 5 favorites Kink with Coffee: The 1st Cup By: Neonurotic Copyright Neonurotic, July 2014 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary— the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. Author's Note: There are four parts to this story, which will be posted in different categories: Toys, Anal, Fetish and BDSM. All four parts involve some sort of medical kink. # ***** At three in the morning it was my so-called lunch break. I worked night shift at St Croix Central Hospital here in Orleans Parish, Louisiana. Although it was early, the cafeteria bustled with other hospital personnel. I headed to the counter grabbing a turkey sandwich with provolone and ordered a plain coffee from the barista. The cafeteria was noisy, but I liked it this way because I worked in the morgue where no one talked except for me. On a usual night, I'd find a table in the corner and have lunch while doing some people watching. Eavesdropping was an art I acquired on the nights I was bored shitless and being good. I'd listen to patients, technicians, nurses and doctors, making up little stories to entertain myself. Well, I did that when I was on my best behavior—being bad and bored had me banging nurse's aides in linen closets. Tonight, having had a particularly dull evening, I spent a few hours surfing Internet porn sites on my tablet wearing earbuds with the volume up loud enough I could hear a hundred wet pussies. It's not like the bodies in the morgue would complain about my perversion and no live ones ventured to my workspace today. Needless to say, I already had it in mind to relieve my horniness with some female co-worker—preferably one that was flexible, closet sex wasn't for the weak. After receiving my coffee, I moved out of the line to add sweetener. I wolfed down the sandwich while stirring heaping amount of sugar. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied the perfect object of my lust as she entered the cafeteria. I had no idea what the nurse's name was, but with her looks, I expected her to be Bridget, Giselle or maybe even Natasha. Those crystal blue eyes and pale blond hair of hers set off many a fantasies and I said all three when I jacked off. Then as the habitual masturbator I am, I called out her name at least once a day. A month ago I discovered the sexy night nurse worked in the I.C.U when I went to transport an expired patient. She saw me too and ever since then, we'd been eyeing each other for the last three weeks during breaks when we could catch one. We hadn't really said anything to each other, but we did do a considerable amount of flirting through expressions and gestures. However in my perverted imagination, we'd already fucked a hundred times, in a hundred different ways. I wondered what she thought of me and hoped our mutual dalliance meant she had the same thing on her mind. The nurse skipped the long line for deep-fried coronaries and went straight to grandé sized jitters—like I had. While waiting for her coffee, she caught me admiring her—she smiled suggestively and I flashed one back. Reverting my attention back to the condiments counter, I finished fixing my coffee then felt someone brush past and give my ass a quick squeeze. Assuming it was the nurse, I laughed. "Hey now, no molesting the merchandise lady—" I turned in time to see her go out of the lunchroom. Disappointed in a missed flirty encounter, I decided to follow suit with my own cup of java. Outside of the noisy cafeteria, I found her leaning against the wall by the entrance. Was she waiting for me? Of course she was. "Hi. Julien? That's your name, right?" The night nurse stood and sipped her coffee, looking at me over the rim off her paper coffee cup. "Yep, that's me." Biting her lower lip, she asked "Have you got some time?" "Time?" I wondered, "Sure, it's only a little after three." "Not the time, silly," she laughed, "Your time. Can I have some?" "Uh, sure. All yours." This was bizarre, I half expected she was just fucking with me. "Wonderful. I've heard a lot of things about you," she said coyly, playing with her hair, wrapping the icy blond strands around her finger. "Not all good I'll have you know." Yep, fucking with me. "I'm sure you did." I nodded, giving her a cocky grin. "My reputation follows me." "Oh, it does," she giggled, glanced up and down the hallway, seeing it clear, she smirked sexily. "I want to find out for myself." I raised an eyebrow. "Find what out?" The nurse took my coffee and threw it in the trash then grabbed my hand. I glanced back longingly as she pulled down the hall—my ass really dragged, I needed that caffeine. Although curious and horny, I felt a headache pressing my temples, 'She better not be fucking with me' was a mantra I said under my breath. She led me to the Ob/Gyn waiting area, which usually had family and friends gathered for a impending birth, but tonight it was oddly deserted. "I'm not fucking with you," she crinkled her nose in a cute teasing manner and licked her upper lip. "Not quite yet, but we will be." My grumpiness disappeared in a flash seeing her pink tongue dart out, wanting it to lick me instead. She cleared her throat to get my attention. I gave a sheepish smile. Laughing, she shook her head ruefully, a men-only-have-one-thing-on-their-mind look she pulled out a set of keys, jingled them and unlocked an empty room. "Just little perks for being head nurse, although, I don't think this was the hospital's intention when they gave me a set of master keys for the west wing of the hospital," she grinned as she went into the room. Wary, I stopped at the door before going in myself. The familiar smell of rubbing alcohol and bleach hit me as I surveyed the room. Everything was in its proper place, gloves, cotton swab, and instruments. I mulled the ethics of this over for one or two seconds, but thought, what the hell, you only live once, right? Right? So make it a good one, jackass. I went in and shut the door as she took off her scrub top and revealed her black see-through bra. "This is weird. I don't even know your name since you don't wear a name tag." I tried to remember who the staff were in the I.C.U. on night shift, but couldn't. "It's Cher." "Cher?" I liked her real name— it was much better than what I had imagined. "Not that I'm complaining," I ogled her nipples poking against the sheer fabric of her bra. "But what's going on?" "Oh come on, Julie, from what I've heard around the hospital, we're one in the same." Pointing to my badge over my right chest pocket, "My name is Julien." I said with a little irritation. Cher laughed, "I like Julie. That's what I'm going to call you." "Fine," I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, as you were saying. I hope you didn't hear any rumors of me with the babes in the morgue coolers." "No, that we are both crazy and fucking horny," she gave a sexy crooked pleased with herself sort of smile. "All I want to do is fuck ya honey—no strings attached. Can you handle that? Or are you going to turn into a big whinin' priss?" Damn! I was so blown away and turned on by her boldness—it was something I rarely experienced as I was always the aggressor. Now, with my mind made up, I locked the door behind me. I've screwed around some on the job but only with technicians or student nurses in broom closets and then only for blow jobs and hot finger frigs. Never had I been so lucky to find myself in a private place and room to fuck a hot nurse like her. Cher was as sexy as could be—smiling mischievously, unwinding her long blond hair from her severe bun at the top her head. She unhooked her bra and revealed heavy, white breasts with pierced dark pink nipples she twanged. She pushed her tits together and released them making her breasts swing together heavily. Walking across the room to her with my tongue nearly hanging out, I peeled off my scrub top too. The nurse smiled seeing all the tattoos I had acquired, commented that no one really knows who people really are until you get them naked. I agreed as I played with her hair, twisting the platinum strands around my hand and smelling that it was freshly washed. The nurse busily untied my scrub pants, which immediately dropped down to my ankles baring my ass. "Ooo," her smile grew, eyeing me. "From the size of your cock, you got to be Cajun-Creole." "Flattery will get you everywhere you want with me." Laughing wickedly, I leaned in, planting little kisses on her smooth neck, collarbone then cupping her breasts with two hands. I licked her erect nipples, tugging lightly on her piercings, hooking my own barbell-studded tongue. "Harder." She huskily whispered. Harder? I did as she instructed and she moaned loudly while I pulled her scrub pants over her small hips. I smiled, as she wasn't wearing any panties. The naughty nurse displayed her own skin art on her shaved mound. A grateful dead bear danced across her pubic bone. Lucky ass bear, I thought, and I had to bite it of course. She bucked her hips as I nipped her flesh and she forced my face against her. "Aw, pussy..." Pheromones, musky and delicious slammed into my brain. Mumbling in her pussy, I kept telling her how much I liked her ripe cherry-red clit as I gave her head. Can't be good eating juicy pussy if you didn't care for the taste of it, I thought, immensely enjoying hers. The nurse ran her fingers through my hair—grabbed it tight when the feeling in her crotch intensified with moans of pleasure. I licked with a flat tongue across her clit, followed up with quick flicks, my tricky tongue action had her mewling for more, and I did. Raking my tongue from one side to the other of her swollen sensitive clit, she ground herself against me as I pressed with the stud in my tongue. One of my hands found its way to her breast, fondling it and twisting her nipple ring. "Over there on the counter, get that. Use the stethoscope on me," Cher croaked, "Fuck me with it and pinch my clit." Grinning, I reached over and grabbed the stethoscope, looping the earpiece around my neck while sliding the other flat rounded end along her clit. I made is slick with her juices and slipped it insider her. She hissed as I pushed it in further. Once inside her I stopped then put the earpieces in my ears where I could hear wet squelching sounds. I assumed she squeezed it inside of her. It was a total turn on too. I removed the earpieces and began to slide the stethoscope back and forth, almost out, but not quite. "My clit, my clit!" With her urging, I pinched it between pointer finger and thumb. Her clit was slippery so the pinching was more like jerking it off, similar to me when I masturbated. She panted while I worked over. From where I stood, I looked around the room, wondering what other device I could use on her since I suspected by now that she had a medical kink. I eyed a set of speculums, one small, the other large. "Yes, that's it Julie, that big speculum in my pussy and the stethoscope in my ass." Wow. Real kinky! I did as she asked the stethoscope first, which slipped in her puckered hole without much resistant as it was still slippery from her pussy. Reaching over to the speculum, I lubed it with my spit first before I inserted into her juicy slit. She squirmed as I opened it like two fingers pulling her open. I locked it open then she moaned when I rotated it left to right and back. She was so wet, I could see her walls welling up and sweating her pussy juices. Drips fell from her onto the floor. "Fuck me with both," she shivered, "Do it slow. I want to feel that metal warming up inside me." I worked the stethoscope, twisting it as I pulled and pushed slowly in her ass. My cock throbbed with desire. I couldn't stand much of this. It was weird but highly arousing—even more so when I fucked her with the open speculum. I let the stethoscope hang inserted two fingers through gynecological device and I did heat up like she said it would. It felt slippery and I want to use my cock. She read my mind and said, "Take them out and let's fuck." Once I closed the speculum it clattered with a metallic sound onto the floor and she pulled the stethoscope out for self then tossed it into the sink. With a loud hiss through her teeth, she abruptly pushed me away and demanded, "Get up on the table and put your feet in the stirrups." I laughed, hesitated and wondered what she was up to, but my horny curiosity got the better of me. On the bench, I looked at her warily, and purposely ignored her by not putting my feet onto the stirrups because I couldn't bring myself to do it—it was just too weird. The nurse frowned slightly, but still turned on—she didn't give me a choice, and put my feet in the stirrups for me. "No way." I protested. "Wait and you'll see, keep them there." The nurse giggled as she straddled me and since I made her so wet with my saliva and her girl juice, she easily slid onto my cock. Damn, she was snug too— I felt her stretching as I went inside her velvety hotness in one fluid movement. She flexed her strong pc muscles— her tone and control was incredible. Once firmly in her glove, I couldn't help myself— I had to drive hard. It made her grunt when I gave a quick thrust, bottoming out and not able to go any further. "Ooh, nice! Ya, ya, ya, Julie, keep doing that, you bastard!" "Not so loud," I whispered, groaning. Gripping her hips, I tried to control how hard she went down my cock as she slammed me enough, she surely made bruises where she landed. "Fu-u-uck." The table groaned beneath use, squeaked in protest to what we did to it. I thrust my hips to meet hers as she arched her back and ground her mound down on me. The naughty nurse wiggled herself from side to side and dug her sharp manicured nails into my ass. The pain from her scratches she made were exquisite. Now to me, this was getting fucked and getting fucked well. I reveled in her technique as she kept her back-arching, hip-thrusting going and at a killer come-quick pace. Receiving her hard fuck, I finally comprehended why she wanted my feet up in the stirrups as I met her driving force with my own, lifting us both off the table. That's what she wanted or rather, demanded out of me and I gladly granted her wish with more inclined fuck-thrusts. "Damn," balls tight enough to come, I edged instead. "Oh Julie, oh, you fuck me good." Through my sex-crazed grunts, I noticed we were both a little too vocal in our lust and I began getting paranoid, but not her, she bucked wildly, nearly screaming. The nurse panted raggedly, got louder and louder as her pussy worked on me. In mid-buck, she stopped and froze stock-still. Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly as her eyeballs rolled back and then let me know loud and clear she was having a most amazing orgasm. Her howling nudged me closer to my own climax as her pussy gushed. Unexpectedly, her pager went off. "Oh, damn," she cursed as her pager was a high-pitched, annoying beeping sound. Much to my disdain, she got off my still ever-ready prick. "Sorry about that, Julie." Flushed, she grinned, not looking too sorry. "What? What do you mean you're sorry?" I laughed, but was thoroughly frustrated with a painful throbbing cock. "A few more seconds, I would've got off. Damn it." Smirking still, she got dressed. "It happens," she said, tying up her scrub pants. "Make sure you clean up and lock the door, alright, Julie baby." "Will this happens too." I indicated my hard-on. Again, I tried to laugh it off, but damn that was just too cruel! "Arggh, this sucks." The naughty nurse winked as she unlocked the door. "Don't worry honey, we both have night shift together and more coffee breaks," she grabbed a tube of KY Jelly off the counter then tossed it to me. "I definitely want some more of you." She stepped out and shut the door behind her. The night nurse's flirty promises of 'next time' left me with hope. "Aw hell," I grumbled, in a desperate need to get off, I squeezed out a cold handful of KY Jelly. "Got to do what you've got to do." #