The Head Nurse

His hand insolently strokes her lush ass through her blue scrubs.  “Hey, babe, I’m just doing a little anatomy study,” the black-haired intern teases.

“‘That’s ‘Nurse’ to you, asshole,” Emily growls, pushing his hand away.  She tries to ignore the horniness his touch had aroused in her.  “And keep quiet, or you’ll wake the patients.”

“‘That’s ‘Doctor’ to you,” Mike Barnes said with a smirk.

“Doctor?” Emily said and tossed her head.  “You never got past the female anatomy section of any medical textbook you touched, Doctor.”

“I did all right just now with that guy who was having an anxiety attack,” he said as they arrived at the nurses’ station.

Emily’s tempted to snap that he hadn’t done anything she couldn’t have but doesn’t.  The care plan was clear, and appropriate medications were on the drug chart.  “I still think you went a bit heavy on the medications,” she mutters as she fills out a chart.

Dr. Barnes stands behind her and slides his hands from her shoulders toward her breasts.  “But I handled it right,” he insists.

“Yes, you handled it,” she admits begrudgingly, twisting away from his fondling fingers to slip the chart back into the rack.

“Then how come the hostility?”

His solid and slender fingers began kneading the muscles in the shoulders.  He has a perfect view of Emily’s DD-cup breasts as they thrust out against the front of her scrubs.  Her curly black hair shines under the fluorescent lighting of the nurses’ station, but there’s a dark hollow between her breasts, an exciting tunnel between those soft mounds.

“Because you’re a conceited, horny, arrogant, sex-crazed asshole,” Emily growls, enjoying the feel of his hands massaging her tense muscles.

“If I’m sex-crazed, it’s because you make me that way, Emily,” Mike said, easing his hands toward her breasts again.

As his palms slide over her thrusting breasts, he feels the lace of her bra.  He presses her hot breast-flesh through her clothes.

“Anything short of a double hernia would get you turned on,” Emily groans, grabbing his hands, intending to push them off.

But her horniness makes her press his hands against her aching breasts still harder.

“When’s your break?” Dr. Barnes asks as he massages the nurse’s breasts.

Emily wants to tell the doctor to fuck off, but her cunt itches and leaks into her panties.  “Anytime now.  All I have to do is let the other nurses know.”

Barnes curls his hand around the lacy cup of her bra.  His thumb strokes over the tip of her breast.  Looking down, he sees the bulge his hand makes in the bodice of her scrubs, considering the way the extra bulk strains the cotton material.  His other hand attacks from the bottom, sliding to her breasts.

“No rush, I guess,” he said.  “After all, we don’t want to cut down on the time we have available for the nitty-gritty.”

Emily sits, and her fingers clutch the arms of the swivel chair.  Her eyes close as her lust boils higher.  She can feel, against the back of her neck, the growing lump of the intern’s hard-on.  She curses her wantonness but lets him toy with her breasts, permitting him to grope her.  He pulls her scrubs top upwards to reveal her bra-covered breasts.  He can see her full lips part with passion as Emily is seething with lust.  Barnes continues rubbing her breasts through her bra.  She tries to think of something else and fails.  The man pinches one nipple gently, and flares of lust surge through her.  Her hands shaking, she pulls down her scrub pants, revealing her pale skin and white lace panties and a white garter belt under them.  There’s a dark shadow at the crotch of the panties.  The intern continues massaging one breast while he reaches past Emily with his other hand and flicks on the intercom.

“Grace?” Emily asks, trying to control the shaking in her voice.

“Yeah?” a weary female voice responds.

“Is it OK if I go on my break now?” Emily asks, forcing the words out of her lust-clenched throat.

“Take your time,” Grace said.

“OK.  Keep your eye on the man in 23W.  His respiratory distress has been getting worse,” Emily said.  “If he has any trouble, call the registrar.  Dr. Johnson is on.”

“What about Dr. Barnes?  Where’s he?”

“Dr. Barnes had to go to the ER,” Emily said.

“Are you alright?  You sound funny.”

“I’m a little tired, is all,” Emily said as Dr. Barnes’s fingers probed inside her bra and found her erect nipple.  Her excitement flared higher.

“Why don’t you lie down for a while,” Grace suggests.  “This is a double shift for you.  We can handle anything that comes up.”

“Thanks, Grace.  I’ll call you when I get back,” Emily said, snapping off the intercom.  “Ahhhhhhh.”

She rolls her head against the intern’s hard-on.  Reaching up, she finds his zipper and lowers it.  His thin, hard cock thrusts out and nuzzles her cheek.  She nibbles on his boner with sucking, hungry lips as he toys with her breasts.

“Room nineteen is empty,” she moans, licking the hot, hard intern’s cock.  His hands cram inside her bra, mangling her soft, big breasts into a delicious ache of lust.

“Why not right here?” the young man asks as his cock drips pre-cum onto her tongue.

“Grace might come looking for a chart,” Emily said as she swallowed his juices.  His cock nudges against her lips.

“Guess you’re right,” the intern admits.  He urges her out of the chair by lifting her breasts.  His cock slides along her back as she stands.  She curls her fingers around his hot, hard cock.  They cross the hall from the nurses’ station and slip into the vacant room.  Emily hit the light switch as the door swings silently closed behind them.  She feels him stripping her top off her shoulders.

“How come you wear a bra?” Dr. Barnes asks as he unhooks it.

Emily let her bra drop down and join the dress.  “We do have a dress code here.  Female nurses have to wear a bra under their scrubs.  If we didn’t, all our male patients would have constant boners.”

“Considering your tits, I think you’re right,” the man said, lifting and pressing the heavy globes of her breasts.

He slides his hands down her warm body into her panties.  His thumbs stroked over her rubbery breasts, making them burn.  Barnes presses his fingertips into her pussy, feels her bush tangling between his fingers as her ass pressed against his rigid cock.

“Don’t torture me,” Emily moans as his fingers press her pussy.  She shoves her panties down so he can rub her loins.  Her clit aches with hunger.

“There’s not that much of a rush,” he murmurs.

“If we get caught doing this, there’ll be hell to pay.”

“And who’s going to catch us?” he asks.  “Johnson’s in theatre, and I’m not going to call him.  Are you?”

“No, but Grace might if Hunter has another episode.”

Emily’s burning up as she squeezes Dr. Barnes’s cock spasmodically.  He’s still probing her pussy.

“He won’t,” the intern insists.  “The meds I gave him will last for hours.”

Emily’s breasts ache as his other hand digs deep into her pussy, hooking into her vagina.  She hasn’t been this horny for ages.  Emily squeezes the cock in her fist and stares at the two hospital beds.  She goes over to the bed.  Shedding her panties, Emily lies on her back on the bed.  Her garter belt pulls tight as she spreads her shapely white-stockinged legs wide.  The brunette feels her pussy shiver as chill air hits her hot juices.  She sees the excited gleam in Dr. Barnes’s dark eyes as he stares hungrily at her wanton display.

“Come,” she moans, her hands squeezing and squashing the soft, warm hills of her breasts.

She humps her hips, rolls them erotically on the bed.  There are beads of sweat on the young doctor’s upper lip.  His hands shake as he unfastens his belt.  He shoves his trousers down, baring himself.  He has a bushy black patch of hair on his loins and a thrusting, thin cock.  He is, as she has expected, circumcised.  The cap of his cock is dusky purple.  The shaft is pale white, ribbed with veins.  His hairy thighs are strong, his belly flat.

“Come on,” Emily groans.

The intern’s feet tangled in his trousers.  Reaching down, balancing awkwardly on one foot, he struggles free of his pants.  His dangling cock wiggles and jiggles.  A drop of pre-cum drops to the floor.

“Come on, already,” Emily hisses, sliding her hand down to her gaping vagina and squeezing the full pussy lips.  She spreads her crack, exposing the glaring wet pink of her inner pussy.  She fingers her cunt, strokes the petals of her hole.  “Fuck me.  Fuck me,” she moans desperately, trying to forget what she’s doing by getting even more excited.

Dr. Barnes advances on her, his cock swaying like the head of a cobra.  He crosses the room and towers over her.  Mike’s eyes rake her lush naked body, exploring every sexy curve and crevice, and Emily shudders with excitement and anticipation.  She’s clothed in only her white stockings and garter belt.  He approaches, and soon, his body is on top of her.  The doctor’s cock finds the hot funnel of her cunt, and he drills her streaming depths.  Her hips heave upward to greet him.

Emily grunts as her vaginas filled with his cock.  She claws his back as he hammers his cock into her cunt.  She twines her legs around him, slithers the nylon of her stockings against his naked flesh, and clutches his muscular ass as he fucks her.  He fucks her with all the skill and finesse of a randy stallion, hammering his cock into her cunt hard and fast.  She bucks under him and feels the head of his cock slam against her cervix like a jackhammer.  The steel frame of the hospital bed creaks under the force of his thrusts.

It’s too quick and too hard, and Emily isn’t reaching the release she needs so desperately.  He reams her cunt with his cock and holds on, and she feels his jizz erupt into her guts like live steam.  The cock in her vagina jerks, heaves, and recoils, blasting her innards with hot gooey blobs of jizz.  She squirms, heaves, and writhes in a frantic attempt to reach climax.  But his cock is shrinking and withering in her cunt, giving her no chance to rest.  With a mutters oath, Emily heaves him off her, flips him to his back beside her on the bed.  Frantically, she gets to her knees and dips her head.

Her mouth closes around his slithery, dripping, limp cock.  She swirls it around in her mouth.  She’s tasting semen and her juices on the rubbery cock, but she doesn’t care.  The dreadful ache in her cunt has to be satisfied and to gratify it, she has to get the man’s cock hard again.  As he lies on his back, panting, trying to catch his breath from his first climax, she sucks his cock.  She strokes the underside of his cock with her tongue.  She massages his sweaty balls, tickles the insides of his thighs.  She draws on his limp cock, rolls it against the roof of her mouth.

“Fuck,” he moans, lifting his head to stare at the wanton nurse.

“Come on,” she begs, taking her mouth off his cock for a moment.  “Get hard again, damn it.  Give me a chance to cum.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, blushing.  “I-I didn’t mean to cum so soon.  It’s been a long time since I’ve had any release.”

“Have you ever fucked a woman before?” Emily asks bitterly, gripping his withered, limp cock.

“Yeah, of course,” he said with a deep frown.

“I’ll bet,” she said disbelievingly.  “Come on, get it up again.”

Her breasts sway as she dips her head and sucks his jizz-sticky cock.  Finally, she feels life returning to the cock.  The fleshy shaft slowly swells as she slurps on it.  It begins to drive to the back of her mouth.  As she mouths his cock, she cups her hand around his balls and presses them very gently, warming them.

“God,” Barnes moans and gulps.

He let his head drop on the bed as his cock began to grow and thrust deeper into the nurse’s sucking mouth.  She bobs her head on his cock, pressing it hard with her tongue.  Barnes moans.  Her gut is a knot of need as she sucks his cock back to life.  Her cunt is streaming with hunger.  Trickles of pussy slime slip down the insides of her thighs as she kneels on the bed.  Her breasts sway and brush his legs as she hovers over him.  Barnes’s cock is poking the back of her throat now, his bushy black curls tickling her nose.  He smells of sweat and jizz and shit because he’s been on shift for nearly twenty-four hours.

The intern’s cock is hard now.  She spits it out and straddles him.  She crawls over him and peers down at his hard cock.  She wiggles his cock with her hand, makes the purple head stroke along her slit, plowing her pussy lips with his cock.  She’s burning with lust.  Emily set the head of his cock inside her cunt.  She feels it slowly find its way into her guts for a second time.  The brunette lowers herself in a series of gentle jerks and feels the cock slide along her slithery wet cuntal walls, pushing through the viscous goo of his previously deposited jizz.

Mike’s cock slowly disappears from view until finally, her black pussy hair tangles with his hairy patch, and she’s entirely in the saddle.  His hands come up and mash her breasts, clutching and bruising them.  For a long time, she remains still, savoring the feeling of fullness his cock gives her.  She moves, lifting off him.  Dropping, she feels Mike’s cock bore into her cunt.  She digs her fingers into her flooding pussy and mangles her cunt.  Then she jams a finger into herself beside his cock, giving herself more bulk.

The woman hears the gooey pistoning of the cock in her cunt.  She bounces on Mike and fucks him with total abandon.  She slams down on his gut, draws upward, and slams down again.  Emily feels his cock stretch the entire length of her cunt.  Her lust boils higher as she fucks herself on him.  She’s getting close to her peak now.  Emily smells the cloying musky scent drifting from her crotch.

She’s going to orgasm.  Finally, she’s going to orgasm.  Her toes curl as she nears her peak.  Her breasts jiggle and jerk in the intern’s grasp as she pounds down on him.  Sweat trickles between her breasts as she works toward her orgasm.  Emily doesn’t care whether he climaxes or not.  All she wants is a few ecstatic moments.  The nurse diddles her clit harder and manages to squirm a second finger into her already full cunt.  She begins to orgasm, slowly at first, then harder and hotter.  She freezes and shudders as the bright pink blush flares from her cunt, out over her lush, heavy breasts.  Emily feels her cunt spasming around Mike’s cock and her fingers as wave after wave of flame roared through her.

“Fuck it, I almost cum again,” the intern protests from beneath her.

Emily holds on until her orgasm fades, then she begins moving again.  She doesn’t care about Mike’s climax.  But there’s more pleasure for her, a bit more forgetfulness, and Emily’s determined to get as much as possible.  The nurse bounces and pounds on him and begins to orgasm again.  The brunette feels him start to ejaculate, feels his cock twitch.  She feels his jizz hosing her guts.  Thick, hot, gooey semen floods out of her cunt and over her hand as she orgasms a second time.

When it is all over, she feels depressed.  She dismounts from the doctor.  She doesn’t look at him as she grabs her bra from the floor and covers her aching breasts.  She drags her panties on, oblivious of the jizz that floods from her vagina and soaks them.

“Way to go,” Dr. Barnes manages.  He is still on his back on the bed.

“Shut up,” she snaps as she gets into her scrubs.

Then she glances at the bed and frowns.  The bed’s rumpled and stained, so she strips it quickly.

“I’ll remember this,” the intern said just before he left the room.

She remains stonily silent as he leaves.  A hot hunger is still gnawing at her guts despite her recent climax.

*****

The next night, patient Julia Brown brushes a wisp of golden hair back from her pink cheek and peers through the partly open door.  There’s a twinkle in her blue eyes as she watches Nurse Powell and Dr. Barnes at the nurses’ station.  Carefully, Julia waits until the intern leaves, and Nurse Powell is doing paperwork.  Then Julia opens her door and slips out.  The aroused tips of her firm young breasts brush the door.  Her breasts jiggle excitedly under her frilly short pajamas as she tiptoes across the hall.  She eases a door open and slips into another room.  Then she waits for her sight to adjust to the dim glow of the nightlights.

The two beds in the room have bodies in them.  Julia turns her attention to the eighteen-year-old Hunter Jones in the bed near the window.  His body is so slender it barely makes an impression on the sheets.  He appears to be safely asleep.  Then, her breasts tightening and her chest aching, Julia turns her attention to nineteen-year-old Ethan Watson.  He, too, seems to be sleeping.  The steel frame around his head and neck gleams in the faint light, as do the pulleys and cables attached to it.  Under the sheet, the harnesses and ropes fasten Ethan’s feet to the foot of the bed.

Under his hospital gown, his muscular chest rises and falls evenly.  The sheet is halfway down his torso.  The crotch of Julia’s panties grows moist as she stares at the man.  He’s nineteen, a year older than her.  Julia loved him, even though she had only known him a few days.

Very, very carefully, she reaches out and grips the sheet.  She lifts it and draws it slowly and cautiously downward.  Her breath catches in her throat when she sees Ethan’s hospital gown above his waist.  She draws the sheet down further, her eyes on his flat, hard belly and the line of hair arrowing downward from his belly button.  The hair bloomed out, becoming a shaggy black forest.

There is his cock.  The half-hard sausage of live meat drooped over his left thigh.  The head peeps shyly from the foreskin.  His balls are big and hairy, and his cock seems to throb with vitality.  Her crotch floods her panties.  Her stomach tightens as if it’s wringing the juices out of her vagina.  She stands for a long time, staring at Ethan’s cock.

It took her a whole day to muster the courage.  She slipped across the hall the night before when Nurse Powell and the intern Barnes went into a room together.  But she had only watched, and without Ethan knowing it.  She stood outside, peeking through the crack as Ethan jerked off.  She watched his hand pump his jutting hard-on.  He’s in traction because of a broken neck, so he gritted his teeth as he desperately pumped his cock.  Julia’s insides ached with lust.  Her pussy wept with frustration, then flooded as Ethan’s cock has spurted gooey, creamy jizz.

So, all day, she mustered her nerve to give him something better, and now, here she is, standing over the man.  Her breasts are burning against her pajama top, and her crotch is soaking wet with hunger and nervousness.  But it doesn’t satisfy her cunt she’s thinking of but satisfying Ethan’s horniness.  Cinched up by the traction, the only things he can move are his arms and hands, eyes, jaw, and cock.

Julia leans over him very slowly and carefully and reaches for his half-erect organ.  She takes it delicately between her thumb and forefinger, feels its heat and rubbery half-hardness.  She carefully draws the foreskin back and reveals the dusky head and the piss slit.  Just her delicate stroking is enough to make his cock swell and expand in her grasp.

“Hey, what?” Ethan mutters sleepily.

Julia shivers nervously but keeps her hand on his cock.  “It’s me, Julia,” she said softly.

“What?”

“Shhhh,” she cautions, glancing over at Hunter, terrified he might wake up.

“Hey, babe, what’s happening?” Ethan asks, fully awake now.

Julia throws him a hot, tense grin.  “Hi,” she said nervously.  “Did I wake you?”

“What a way to wake up,” Ethan said.  “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, mucking around,” Julia said awkwardly, wiggling his cock.

His cock is fully hard now.  “Yeah,” he agreed.  “But you’re overdressed.”

He reaches out and slides his fingers over the thrusting mound of her breast.  Her nipple aches as he rubs it.  He massages her warm, soft globe.

“Wait a minute,” she groans softly, letting go of his cock.  It flops against his stomach.  She strips off her pajama top, exposing her big breasts to Ethan’s hungry stare.

“Nice, very nice,” Ethan whispers, running his fingers over her lush breasts.

He lifts and weighs each one in turn, then curls his fingers around one warm globe.  He thumbs Julia’s nipples, making them swell, stiffen, and burn.  Julia wraps her small, dainty hand around his cock again and begins squeezing and pumping it.  His hot, sticky oozing makes her fingers slip on his hot meat.  She strokes her thumb over the knobby, rubbery head, lets her hand slide on the film of pre-cum.

Ethan groans and slides his hand to her panties, and slips his fingers into them.  She feels him tug on her sparse bush, then probes her swampy pussy, and then one finger slides deeply into her dripping vagina.  Her panties are digging into the crack of her ass uncomfortably, so she shoves them down.

Ethan resumed plumbing her cunt.  “Shit, you’re beautiful,” he whispers.

“You can’t fuck me,” Julia moans as his hand sends waves of lust boiling through her pussy.

“I know.  I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry.  I won’t leave you hurting,” Julia assures him quickly.

“Alright,” he said eagerly.

“I-I’ve never done this before, though, so you’ll have to tell me how I’m doing,” Julia said.  Her chest ached, and her heart hammered hard.

“You must’ve jacked guys off, right?”

“But I’ve never sucked a cock before,” Julia confesses.

“Oh, yeah?  That’s cool.  Just wrap those pretty little lips around my cock and go to it.  Think of it like sucking a lollipop.”

“Will you cum in my mouth?” Julia asks.

“Naw, I’ll warn you when I’m gonna cum,” he assures her.

“But I want you to cum in my mouth,” she said.  “I want to swallow your spunk.  I want to see what it tastes like.”

“Shit, OK.  I’ll shoot in your mouth if you want me to,” Ethan said quickly.

“How’s Hunter?” Julia asks, delaying out of nervousness.

“Not very good,” Ethan said matter-of-factly.

“Does he have Covid?”

“Nah.  The hospital wouldn’t put Hunter in here with me if he did,” Ethan whispers.

“Oh.  OK.”

Julia stares at the cock in her hand.  She leans over, licks the rounded head, tastes his pre-cum.  He’s having trouble keeping his hand in her cunt, so she shifts and lifts one knee to his bed, putting her ass toward his head.  Ethan thrust his thumb into her vagina, massages her pussy lips with his finger.  Ethan watches her licking his cock with her flicking tongue.  She shoves the hair back away from her cheek, so he has a clear view of her face and his cock.

“Take it in your mouth,” Ethan moans.

Neither of them notices Hunter Jones’s pale blue eyes on them.

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