Make her lust after you

You wander towards her with your erect manhood swinging from side to side. Absentmindedly fondling her tits, you lean forward and exhale a stream of green smoke into her face. "Listen and obey." "Obeyyyy...", she echoes.

"When you first saw me last night, you instantly fell for me. Everything about me screamed 'sex' to you. You throbbed when you got assigned to my room, Nicole, and you had to wear a pad all night just so you wouldn't soak through your scrubs. And now that I'm awake, you want me even more.

"When I snap my fingers, you'll think that you've come to seduce me into folding you over my gurney and fucking you senseless. You're practically on the verge of cumming just from me seeing you. You adore me. You worship me. Your pleasure stems from my pleasure. You'll obey me in and out of trance, all because you want my love as much as you can take it."

You glance down at her and note the little stream that's begun to run down her legs. Satisfied, you back up and leap into bed with a thump. "Obey. (snap)".

Instantly, her eyes refocus and settle on you. She toys with a strand of hair and winks at you, a wry little grin on her sweaty face. "Hey." "Nurse, just why have you stripped down for me in my own room?", you ask in a mock-inquiring tone. She floats over to your bedside, rolling her hips from side to side, and her smell causes your hormones to stir. "It's time for your body exam, silly~! And we have to make sure eeeeeeverything is in working order. So we'll have to do a few... tests." She giggles and blushes a bit, still nervously playing with her hair. "Can you do that for me? Can we... experiment?"

You slowly pull back your bedsheets and smile. "By all means." Her gaze instantly locks on to you, and she leans in with a gaping mouth. "... Uh, oh-okay, good, everything looks good so f-far." She bites her lip to try and hide how obviously crazy she wants you. "But there's still risks. You're... can you lean back, sir? On your pillow?" You gladly oblige the medical professional, and she nods thankfully before crawling atop you. Her warm, slick skin shimmers in the morning light that is rapidly fading through the windows. "Just lean back and watch me, stud."

You fold your hands behind your head and watch as she mounts you slowly, easing her way down and twitching as it happens. When she begins to bounce, her facade of being in control quickly dissolves into grunts and whines. Her legs and butt endlessly slap against your skin, which is already soaked from her essence. Your combined smell quickly fill the room. On occasion, you'll lift your hips off the bed and thrust into her while she's mid-bounce, which elicits a loud shriek from her animalisticly-lustful expression. Sometimes you notice when she cums, other times you don't. But she continues to impale herself with you as if her life depended on it.

You can't help but groan. Her eyes roll back into her skull from the post-hypnotic commands you installed, and her grinding falters from the shock of it. You groan again, louder this time, and seize both sides of her creamy hips before beginning to take action for yourself. Your whole body lifts off the cot as you shake her body in time with your thrusts, bringing both of you soaring upward into unknown heights of human ecstasy.

Moments before you finish, you manage to pull yourself out of her dripping entrance and shift your handles to her shoulders, which you pull down to your cock. You coat her face in a shower of jism, ropes arcing over her face, and she almost has an aneurism from the infinite orgasm that it triggers. Your vision whites out for a moment as you cum and cum and cum and cum, until you feel like your very existence has been ejaculated onto her screaming face.

You both lie in the afterglow for minutes, not daring to move. The world is at peace.

Eventually, she summons the strength to clean your manhood with her own lips and tongue before seeing to her own sex funk, which she handles in the bathroom (which she barely makes it to, stumbling and shivering from waves of pleasure that nearly cause Nicole to collapse in a puddle).

You hear the sink turn on and her voice humming a happy little tune as she cleans herself, interspersed with drunken tittering.