You're too horny for privacy

"Wait," you say. The orderly stops, turns back around. "I need your help."

"With what?"

You fix him with a pout. "I have a little problem. Do you think you can help me?"

He's probably a little older than you, but not by much, and clearly not used to being alone in a room with a naked sex object like yourself. "I-I can try."

Your eyes flick up and down the length of his body as you wonder what's underneath those scrubs. You slink towards him. "I'm soooooo horny." You lay a hand flat against his chest, feel his heartbeat rapidly accelerate.

"I, uh--look, we shouldn't be--I can't--"

"Can't what?" You cock your head to one side, your smile predatory. "Can't fuck your patients?"

"Um, no. Def--" He's interrupted by your mouth pressing against his. Your hand reaches down his pants until it finds his cock.

You grip it, give it a squeeze, pump it once, twice, three times. Then you break off the kiss, your tongue snaking out of his mouth and back into yours. "Shut up and fuck this horny bitch." You know what you want, and now he does too.

His move.

His hands on your ass are the response you were hoping for. They lift you up, push you back down onto the bed. He strips out of his shirt and pants, then grabs your legs again and pulls them apart, bends them back behind your head. Your wet and ready pussy is now exposed. He grunts at the sight of the pierced lips. "What a little slut we have here."

"Less talk, more fuck," you say.

He grins. "No problem." His cock head presses against your cunt. He's not the biggest you've had in your career, but he's not small either, and you moan with satisfaction as he thrusts inside you.

He buries his cock deep inside your cunt and begins to fuck you, to use you. You love this. What slut doesn't? You get off on being an object made for sex, and ever since you left school, everything you've done has been to further your goal of making a living out of sex. You can't wait until your family finishes getting resettled so you can try getting into po--

--resettled. For a moment you remember you only just became Isabel, that a few hours ago you were Jessica. You had college prospects, you were--

"Oh, fuck yeah, squeeze my cock like that!" He redoubles his speed. His hands grope your massive tits. "Fucking animal!"

You look into his eyes. He doesn't see Jessica in front of him, the good college girl. He sees a randy, hot piece of ass. He sees Isabel. You're Isabel. And although tears are coming to your eyes now, you don't know if it's for your lost identity or simply because your body is on the brink of coming. Your mouth opens and moans of its own accord, and you know that you can't hold on much longer. Your hand is rubbing your clit now, and this, coupled with his thick cock, are pushing you over the edge.

Your first orgasm as Isabel rolls over you. The orderly, excited that he has made you come already, pulls out. You whimper; you want that dick back inside you. But he has other ideas. He lies down next to you.

Taking the hint, you roll over onto your hands and knees. You take him in your mouth, positioning yourself so that he has a nice view of your well-fucked cunt and ass while you go down on him. The taste and scent of your own pussy invade your mouth and nostrils as you lick and suck. Then you swing your leg over him and begin riding him reverse, his hands squeezing and slapping your shapely ass.

On top now, you take total control of the pace and rhythm and depth. You squeeze his cock tightly with your vagina while your hands do the same thing to his balls. You lean forward, increasing the angle, really dig your hips downwards so every inch of his shaft rubs against your most sensitive spots.

"Fuck, I'm coming!" he yells.

You have no idea if, as Isabel, you're on the pill or whatever. You slip off him, sliding forward. He sits up and spurts his seed all over your ass.

The two of you are a sweating, panting, satisfied pair. You shake your butt up and down, letting the cum run across your curves and drip down onto the sheets. Then you fall backwards and lie against him.

"Thanks for helping me out with that," you say.

"Mmm. My pleasure. But you better get cleaned up now so you can rejoin your family."