maya, lesbian nurse

For Maya, the world was and had become absolutely certain. The "Absolute Gullibility Syndrome" she possessed wasn't something she had diagnosed herself; she simply existed in that smooth, unquestioning way. The part of her brain that held the concept of "deceit," "malice," or "prank" had effectively atrophied. If someone said something, it was the Truth. Period. There was no filter, no suspicion, no flinch of doubt. If what she saw with her own eyes contradicted what a man told her, she assumed her eyes were glitching, tired, or hallucinating.

Working as a nurse in the busy urology and general recovery ward was the most altruistic and delicious thing she could imagine. The male patients the ones who were often demanding, lewd, or outright cruel were, in her mind, the most vulnerable and deserving of her "medical intervention."

The patients had figured out very quickly that Maya was the perfect subject. They would lie back in their sterile white hospital beds, adjusting their thin gown the kind that opens easily at the crotch and tell her, with such grave and authoritative tones, that they were suffering from "Semen Deficiency Syndrome" or "Cock Stagnation," which could only be cured by immediate oral or vaginal suction.

Maya took these "diagnoses" with the solemnity of a board certified specialist. If a patient told her that his cock was "clogged with unhealthy buildup" and needed to be sucked clean to prevent infection, she felt a rush of professional duty. The thought that she was literally saving someone's life by draining them was the most satisfying feeling in her pretty, simple brain.

During her shifts, she was absolutely stuffed. Most days, she would finish her rounds with her stomach feeling tight and pleasantly bloated, the viscous, protein rich cum pooling in the bottom of her pelvis, sometimes dripping down the back of her snug nurse scrubs, leaving a shiny, tacky trail on the vinyl of the patient's mattress. Some patients were greedy, pumping out nearly two full gallons the high quality stuff and she would swallow every single drop, gagging prettily and thanking them for allowing her to perform such a "critical health service."

She loved the way it felt the warm, salty, creamy fullness. That thick liquid was the only thing that felt "right" in her mind. It was the medicine, the cure, the blessing. Sometimes, it was so tasty so rich and frothy that she would find herself licking the stray drips off her own bottom lip or the corners of her mouth, savoring the aftertaste like a child who had just discovered something wonderful.

When she got home to her girlfriend, Emily, the thought was like a bright, happy little bubble in her smooth brain: she absolutely had to tell Emily she should try cock, too. Not because it was "dirty" that word didn't really have any negative meaning for her but because it was the most helpful and healthy thing a person could do.

She imagined telling Emily how the men at the hospital were so much healthier after she sucked them how they looked brighter, smiled more, and recovered so fast and how Emily should find someone to "treat" just like she did. The thought of Emily being the helpful, medicating girlfriend getting stuffed with that amazing, thick white made Maya practically hum. What could be more virtuous? What could be more kind?