Drink up, Buttercup

"You're disgusting," the busty nurse told me.

"Right you are," I agreed readily. "So, it's your job to clean me up."

Sticky semen was plastered all over my (still-erect) penis. It was soaking my wiry pubes and dripping over my balls and between my legs. The rest was dribbling down Betty's chin and staining her blue scrubs or caught in her wild red hair.

"Fuck you," she glared but started to walk over to the sink, where she reached for a paper towel.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I barked. She paused and reluctantly turned toward me. "My dick doesn't want that papery trash. It wants you to dispose of my cum personally."

She understood my meaning. Or at least, her physiology did. She slowly walked toward my hospital bed, bent over me, and started licking.

Her tongue ran up my long shaft, scooping cum as she went. She pulled it into her mouth and, with a slight gag, swallowed. "Good girl," I said. "Keep going."

And she did. She licked me like a thirsty dog, cleaning the tip of my cock and up and down my shaft. Then she buried her face in my pubic hair and literally slurped. As she sucked the cum off my groin, some of my pubes got stuck in her teeth, and the pinpricks of pain were worth watching her pluck my hair out of her mouth. Finally, she gently pushed my legs apart and set to drinking the cum from between them, massaging my balls with her tongue, which she swirled back and forth between my thighs to catch every stray drop.

I was still gross, of course, with sticky cum-residue and Betty's saliva all over me. And, unsurprisingly, I was extremely turned on. Precum was oozing out of my cock's head, and as Betty finished between my legs, I reached out to gently take her chin in my hand. I guided her to my cock, which she docilely took into her mouth.

"Hold still," I said with her mouth surrounding my bulging dick. I reached forward and grabbed her tits through her scrubs, and though she winced, she also couldn't move. I'll just call you Betty Boob, I thought to myself as I kneaded her fantastic breasts with both hands. I started to thrust my hips, fucking her mouth gently while playing with the nurse's tits.

I paused long enough to guide Betty's hands to my cock, placing her left hand on my balls and wrapping the fingers of her right hand around my cock. Her biology took over, and she cupped my testicles and stroked my shaft while I thrust in and out of her mouth and squeezed her breasts together.

Finally, I came for the fifth time, another gigantic load, and Betty dutifully swallowed every last drop. She was crying the whole time.

"Good girl," I said again, releasing her tits and gently pushing her head away from mine. With some ****, I covered my cock with my bedsheets, and Betty rushed to the sink in my room. She reached into a cabinet above the sink and pulled out one of those paper suits you wear around really sick people. She ducked into my bathroom, and I heard her washing her face. She came out wearing the paper shirt and holding her filthy scrub top in one hand.

"I hate you," she drawled in her once-chipper Southern accent.

I simply removed the bedsheet from my cock, absolutely rooting her in place.

"I'm sorry!" she stammered. "I didn't mean it. I was just overwhelmed, that's all."

"Good girl," I said for the third time, covering up again. "Remember who can control you, all right?"

"Yes, sir," she said. Then, slowly, "Can I go now, sir?"

"Yes, Betty. You can go. Only don't forget--"

But she was gone, my hospital door left wide open for just anyone else to walk in.

_Well, _I thought. That was fun.