Nurse Mariana 2

The sterile hum of the ward was punctuated by the soft sounds of latex gloves snapping into place and the rhythmic beeping of vitals monitors. The air had that familiar clinical scent, but for the nurse apprentices, it had become the backdrop of a routine they’d grown numb to. A row of men of all ages and backgrounds lay in their beds, their grotesquely swollen erections hidden beneath crisp white sheets. Some patients were barely conscious, their faces flushed with embarrassment or pain, while others stared at the ceiling, resigned to their fate.

Jasmine, standing over her next patient—a young white guy in his twenties—pulled back the sheet with practiced ease. His cock was painfully erect, veins bulging, and she sighed softly, reaching for the lube on the nearby tray. As she applied a generous amount to her gloved hand, she glanced over at Ruby, who was working on a middle-aged black man on the opposite side of the room.

“So, Ruby, does Brian know you’re such a ‘dedicated’ worker?” Jasmine teased with a smirk, her hand moving slowly along the patient’s shaft. The man beneath her groaned softly, but Jasmine’s attention was mostly on the banter.

Ruby grinned, her fingers expertly stroking her own patient, who let out a deep sigh of relief. She winked over at Jasmine. “Hey, Brian can’t complain about my technique. A girl’s got to keep her skills sharp, right?”

Carla, working on an older Asian man at the far end of the room, snorted, her hands busy with her patient’s throbbing cock. “Sure, Ruby. That’s why you always volunteer for the younger ones, right? Gotta stay ‘in practice.’”

Jasmine chuckled as she quickened her pace, the patient beneath her now gripping the bed rails as he came, thick spurts of cum filling the container she had placed nearby. Without missing a beat, she wiped him down, sealed the container, and moved on to the next bed. “She’s doing her part for public health, Carla. Just giving a little extra care.”

Ruby, still grinning, shrugged as she finished with her own patient, the man’s cock twitching as she wiped him clean. “What can I say? Some of us just care more.”

Mariana, the head nurse, was making her rounds, clipboard in hand, but the lighthearted banter didn’t escape her notice. She approached with a bemused smile, shaking her head slightly. “Alright, Ruby, let’s not get too dedicated,” she said with a playful hint in her voice. “Remember, hands only. We don’t need another incident.”

The girls perked up, knowing exactly what she was referring to. Carla, who was now massaging the base of her patient’s cock to coax out the last bit of cum, rolled her eyes and groaned. “Please don’t bring it up.”

But Jasmine, ever the instigator, smirked. “Oh, I think we should.”

Mariana leaned against the nearby bed rail, a playful grin on her face. “We all remember what happened last time, don’t we?”

The girls burst into giggles, their hands still busy with their patients, as Carla covered her face in embarrassment. “It wasn’t my fault!” she cried, her cheeks flushing. “The guy was, like, 80! I had no idea he’d... react like that!”

The room erupted in laughter, even as the girls continued their work. Ruby shook her head, barely able to contain her grin as she prepped another patient. “Oh, come on. You’re telling me you couldn’t feel it coming?”

Carla groaned again, but she was laughing now too. “He grabbed me out of nowhere! One second, I’m just doing my job, the next he’s thrusting into my ass like it’s his last day on Earth.”

Jasmine practically doubled over with laughter, still stroking her patient in a steady rhythm. “We had to pry the poor guy off her! Thought he was in his twenties again.”

Even Mariana, who usually maintained her authority, couldn’t help but chuckle. “And that’s why we stick to hands, ladies. If you start letting them get too familiar, we’ll have grandpas trying to relive their glory days left and right.”

Carla, now bright red but still laughing, shook her head as she moved to the next patient, an older man whose erection was already bulging against the sheets. “I’ll never live that down, will I?”

Jasmine smirked, wiping her hands on a towel as she finished with her second patient. “Not a chance.”

Ruby, now working on a younger black man with a cock so hard it was practically pulsing in her hands, teased, “Maybe you should switch to the younger ones, Carla. Less chance of them grabbing you.”

“Or more chance,” Jasmine added with a wink.

The chatter flowed naturally between them, the absurdity of their work overshadowed by the casualness with which they performed it. They had done this so many times it barely fazed them anymore—stroking, squeezing, collecting cum into containers, all while talking about makeup tips and their personal lives.

Mariana took a breath, clearly enjoying the moment but knowing she had to reel it in a bit. “Alright, enough teasing. But remember, no mouths. If word gets out, we’ll have patients demanding that kind of attention. Hands only, ladies.”

Ruby raised her hands in mock surrender, still smiling as she finished with her patient. “I know, I know. Hands only.”

Mariana eyed her with a smirk. “Just making sure. We’ve got enough on our hands without everyone expecting a VIP service.”

As the girls giggled, Mariana glanced at the containers lined up along the side of the room, each filled with the day’s collected cum. Her expression softened a bit, remembering a different incident. “And while we’re on the subject of professionalism,” she said, her tone now more serious but with a hint of humor, “no one’s taking home any of the cum containers. I know it’s tempting, but we’ve already been down that road.”

Carla nearly dropped her gloves, laughing. “Oh my God, you mean Sarah’s bathtub incident?”

The room erupted again, even louder this time, as the memory of their former colleague’s scandal surfaced.

Jasmine clutched her stomach, laughing. “She filled her tub with the stuff! Said it was a miracle treatment for her skin!”

Ruby was wiping tears from her eyes, still stroking the patient in front of her, who was clearly overwhelmed by both the laughter and the attention. “She literally bathed in it! And then had the audacity to complain when the hospital found out.”

Mariana, shaking her head but smiling, held up a hand. “Yes, and let’s not forget she got written up for it. So, no matter how good you think cum is for your skin, leave the containers here. The patients need them for testing, not your beauty routine.”

The girls couldn’t help but laugh, the ridiculousness of it all sinking in as they wiped their hands and moved on to the next row of patients. Ruby, still grinning, shot a look at Carla. “So, does that mean I should stop bottling this stuff for my ‘skincare line?’”

Mariana rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Ruby, leave the containers where they belong. I don’t want to catch anyone sneaking one out in their bag.”

Jasmine, now working on her third patient, grinned. “You’d have to get a big bag for that.”

Ruby winked. “Well, you know me. Always prepared.”