Nurse

Perhaps it was the good intentions. Or maybe it was the strong, firm touch of another man overpowering her and holding her down. Whatever the case, Jessica's grip on the sheets of the hospital bed tightened differently, with Michael arching over her back, plunging deep into her womb.

“Haah!” she exhaled, wild strands of hair sticking to the sweat of her brow, shocked at how pleasurable the grip of his large hand felt around her throat. His hold was tight like a professional masseur's, his fingertips reaching unto her cheek and earlobe, teasing and arousing her sweet spots while his manhood filled her up. Her walls clenched around him, no longer to push him out, it seemed.

“Having fun?” he teased her further under his heavy breath with a smug tone and pushed deeply inside her, pressing it in as thick strands of cum poured out.

“Hmmmh!” she whimpered with clamped lips, white-knuckling the sheets. Michael traced her side with the other hand, reaching down to her plump buttocks. He felt and squeezed her pillowy ass and her neck possessively, and he could feel her hot pussy clenching him each time he squeezed or touched just right.

“Ahh...” she sighed, unable to speak, unable to think. Her knees pressed and shivered together, her mind going blank, feeling like the room was spinning. Conflicted tears seeped from her gentle eyes locking on her wedding ring. He groped her ass tightly again and smacked it softly a couple times.

“You've got a great ass, Jessica,” he spoke quietly into her ear, sending shivers down her spine, his cock twitching inside her a little as it slowly turned flaccid. His thumb teased over her tight, seemingly untouched anus. “Maybe next time I'll make more use of it, what do you think?” he asked her slyly, pressing on it a little more without pushing inside.

Jessica tightened shut and shook her hips. “You got what you wanted,” she told him nervously, exhausted. “Get off me now.”

Michael smirked and smacked her ass before doing so. As he pulled out, pearly white fluid spilled from her slit, staining the bed sheets. “Fine by me,” he said, followed by the artificial sound of a camera shutter. Her eyes winced and closed shut, startled by it, even though she'd been expecting it. Michael did that every time he was done using her. “You can get back to the ER now,” he added, slipping his phone and his dick back into his trousers, straightened his clothes and necktie up and took another gander at her limp body with a grin before leaving the hospital room, quickly slipping his white gown back on.

Jessica was left alone with her thoughts, her bottom lip quivering, sniffling and wiping the fluids from her cheeks. “Fucking asshole,” she muttered to herself. She painstakingly cleaned herself up and straightened up her blue uniform. Just as she was getting ready to return to work, she reminded herself of the small puddle of cum on the sheets with an exasperated sigh. How long ago had she gotten into that situation? Was this the nineteenth or twentieth time he'd ejaculated inside her?

Perhaps it was the good intentions. Or maybe it was the strong, firm touch of another man overpowering her and holding her down every day that made her heart race with desire, denying that she secretly wanted him inside her again and again for as long as it took.

She got a hefty raise after all, and a good word with the Dean of Medicine, and she needed that. She loved her husband very much, but his condition meant he didn't have the steady hand to work. He and her kids relied on her and Jessica would do anything to keep them happy. She worked hard indeed, but they had no idea what she was doing to keep that well-paying job.

Alone in the room with her thoughts, she smiled a little, tears emerging again. She didn't want to keep doing this, and yet, she kept telling herself “it's only once a day,” nervously laughing it off as she motioned to change the bed sheets.

A few months ago, Jessica's husband showed up at the hospital she worked at. When she heard he was there, he'd already been attended by a different nurse. He'd walked away with a sore neck, a few scratches, a broken leg and the car needed repairs, but he looked okay. But there was serious reason to worry. He explained he lost control of the wheel, his hands trembled and became weak for a second, long enough to crash straight into a street light post.

For the next few weeks he stayed at the hospital for observation, getting tested for neurological disorders; he admitted to have experienced his fingers twitching at random moments, long, long before the accident. In the end, they were sure he was in the early stages of Parkinson's and it wasn't too long until he couldn't keep his working hand still anymore. It trembled quite often, and so he had to cancel many of his appointments, or redirect his customers to a different tattoo parlor. Jessica was very supportive, but it was clear she wouldn't be able to take care of him and the kids all by herself, she didn't even have time to take them to or from school. They had to hire someone to do that while she was at work, and with her husband staying home all day, money soon became a problem.

“That's quite a lot to take,” Dr. Michael said with a lopsided smirk, taking a sip of his drink. It was the middle of the night, quiet and calm, with little to do. Dr. Michael had invited Jessica to a drink in his office.

“Yeah. So that's why I really need a raise, but – I just know, I know what they're gonna say, that I'm not experienced enough, that I haven't been working there long enough,” she blurted, chuckling nervously, and took another swig herself. “We're fucked, right?!” she added, “There's just no way it's gonna happen. We're gonna have to sell our shit and move and – “

“Hey hey hey, take it easy, babe,” he told her, grasping her fist to reassure her. “I can help you get a raise, Jessica, take it easy. You're all going to be fine, you hear me?”

“Really?” She let out an exasperated sigh. “Just like that?”

“Well, no,” he chuckled a little, “it'll take some time to convince the board and all, but I'm still your boss, and I'm good friends with the higher-ups, but I can get it done,” he smirked, sipping his whiskey confidently. “Hey, you're a good girl, and you work hard. They can't say 'no' to me.”

Jessica chuckled, feeling a weight being pulled from her shoulders. “Wow... thank you so much, Dr. Michael. I don't even know how to thank you properly!”

“Oh, that's just one little thing to worry about. I'm sure you can imagine what I'd like you to do for me,” he responded slyly.

“Uh... sir?” she replied nervously. “Um, I don't want to do anything illegal, if that's what you're implying.”

“Illegal?” he chuckled. He put his glass down and reached into a drawer of his desk, pulling out a folder, chucking it on the desk. “Not sure what you mean, nurse Jessica. What I want is some of that sweet ass. Quite the 'honorary student' you were back then, huh?”

Jessica blinked nervously and went through the folder reluctantly. “What's this..?” She gasped audibly, realizing it was a collection of records and pictures of her past life, long before she'd gotten a sense of responsibility and clarity. Her brown eyes darted through each piece of evidence, bringing back many bad memories and regrets from high-school and college, and from what she could tell, it wasn't even half the stuff she'd done to herself.

“Are you blackmailing me?!”

“Keep your voice down, Jessica...” Michael smirked and observed her behind his drink.

“You can't do this!”

“I actually can, it was quite easy to get those. I got all the copies I need so go ahead and take that with you; think it over, yeah? Oh, and, if you do say no, guess who's getting fired instead of getting raised?”

Jessica huffed, shaking her head. “Damn it... what do you want from me?” he crossed her arms.

“I just told you. I want that sweet ass of yours. If you haven't realized it yet, I own it now, along with everything else you got. So how about you get comfortable and play ball?”

“No,” she responded sharply, standing up. “I'm not doing this. I'm calling the cops and I'm gonna sue your sorry ass, asshole,” she told him, heading straight for the door.

“Fine – just tell me, how much money do you have?” he asked pointedly, stopping her in place. “Enough to hire a lawyer, go through trial for who knows how long, on top of taking care of your family, your house? I know how much you make, Jessica, and no, no you don't,” he told her, pushing her back down to her chair. “Besides, you got nothing on me, and I got enough proof of your past delinquencies to throw you in jail. I'm quite impressed with some of the shit you did, and I don't see what the fuckin' problem is. All I ask is to fuck you once a day, and you get your money. And you used to do that for free,” he chuckled, locking the door behind him. “So how about it, nurse? Ready to behave like a good girl again?”

Half an hour went by. Jessica was still working his cock with her pink lips and wet tongue, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her plump breasts. He gagged her throat every now and then, but she wasn't used to his length.

“C'mon, relax, will you?” he smirked, grasping her hair tight with a hand, clenching her chin with the other. “I'm sure you've done this before. Open that throat for me, babe,” he told her, humping her face slowly back and forth, then forcing his shaft further, penetrating her gullet. She suppressed a cough, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Yeah, that's it, like old times?”

Michael held his cock in her throat for a few seconds, and pulled it out. “Again,” he said, letting her catch her breath for only a second before slipping his cock back in her mouth. It went on for quite a while. He her to lick and suck on his balls as well, but finally he settled with thrusting between her large breasts. He pinched and rubbed her sensitive, erect nipples, pushing her breasts tightly together, and her spit served as good lube.

“Fuck... you got great tits too,” he told her, loving the warm feel of her chest, admiring the sight of her boobs burying his dick. Jessica tried not to look at him, embarrassed, frustrated. Her core was responding to the feeling of his shaft throbbing against her wet skin, and she could feel her wet panties clinging to her crotch. She wanted to bite his dick off, but didn't have the courage to.

“Besides... he's right. I've always been a slut, and always will be,” she thought to herself – it was a minuscule sliver of a thought, buried under a mountain of truer feelings in her heart, buried under the love for her husband and her children, but however small, the thought was still there. She kept her eyes shut, wrestling against that idea, refusing to admit it.

“No, I'm only doing this because I have no other choice!” she thought, just as a familiar hot stringy fluid spread across her features, from chin to forehead. Michael stroked his phallus vigorously, holding her head in place with the other hand, splashing her face with sticky white cum.

“Hah!” she yelped, tensing from shock. “What the fuck...”

“Shit, consider yourself lucky. Think of this as your seal of approval,” he chuckled, squeezing the last drops of cum onto her chest. “It's not official yet, so let's talk about this again in a couple weeks.” He zipped up his trousers and tossed her a towel. Jessica awkwardly cleaned herself as he sat back down at his desk with a pleased smirk. “You can go now – and don't do anything stupid. If you've earned your raise, you now know how it's gonna go. Once a day, nurse. Got it?”

Jessica clenched her teeth, wiping all the fluids from her face and neck. “Right,” she replied in a dull voice without looking at him, and walked out of his office.