She unbuttoned his cardigan and pulled it open. Her hands held him firmly by his hips. She pushed her hands up his sides to his chest and rubbed his chest.
She unbuttoned his shirt slowly, keeping eye contact as she went. After the last button, she pulled his shirt open. But it wasn't really the last button. She'd missed one. She unbuttoned it and then pulled his shirt open with more force. Yeah, there we go, she thought. She could imagine reading that in a book.
She ran her nails back down his torso, from his chest to his flat belly to his belt. She unbuckled it, and then rubbed his hardness through his pants.
"You want me to suck on this?" she asked him.
He nodded.
"Say it, bitch," she said. "And say please."
"I want you to suck on it," he said. "Please."
"Good boy," she said.
Ruby unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. She reached in and took his cock out. She stroked it.
"You want it?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Do you want it?" she asked. She flicked her tongue against the tip.
"Yes."
"Do you want it?"
"Fuck, yes, please."
Ruby took him in her mouth and sucked him like a lollipop. This was too much pressure, she thought. She liked playing the submissive one. It wasn't as satisfying to her to be dominant. She liked the man to at least think he was the boss. She didn't even think she was going to be able to get off on this.
She pulled her cock out of her mouth while still sucking, so it made a popping sound. She liked that. She did it again. So good.
"Change of plans," Ruby said. She pulled his belt out of its loops. She wrapped it around her own neck and cinched it up. She put the end of the leash in his hand. "I want you to fuck me like a dirty slut."
"Fuck," he said. "Okay."
A gentle tug of the belt pulled her face down onto the bed, and he was up and behind her. He kept control of her leash, while his hand slid under her scrub top and caressed the smooth soft skin of her back. His hand has strong, but gentle. He rubbed down to her ass. He rubbed her ass and she could feel her wetness between her thighs.
He gave the belt another tug and spanked her ass at the same time, and she was ready. She wanted him inside her right fucking now.
Then he slid his hand back up her body. He was stretching, leaning into her, pressing his hardness against her ass. His hand slid down her arm to her hand, and he brought it behind her back. The he brought the other hand back. He wrapped the belt around both wrists, binding them together behind his back. He kept his hand on top of her bound wrists and gave them a little tug backwards, choking her, showing her he was in control. If she struggled, it would choke her. Her face was helplessly buried in the sheet. He was in control. She liked that. Her body went soft and submissive to him.
His other hand pulled her scrub pants and underwear down, and she felt them drop to her ankles. He spanked her ass.
Then again.
It stung.
And he did it again.
Her body heated up. Her breathing became heavy. He spanked her again.
It stung. It hurt.
She loved it.
She wanted it to come again. But he rubbed her ass gently with his hand, then squeezed it, and rubbed it some more, massaging it. It felt so good, and as an added bonus, every squeeze pulled her wet pussy lips apart. She was so ready for him to enter her. But she also wanted that spanking again. And then it came. So hard and sharp. Her ass was on fire now, the skin burning from his slaps. She arched her back to present her pussy to him.
"Please," she said. "Please fuck me."
He gave her wrists a tug, choking her a little. She gasped.
He spanked her again. Fuck.
And then suddenly he was inside her. She was ready for it. She wanted it. Without warning, he had pushed deeply into her.
At the moment of impact, he gave her wrists another tug. She gasped again at the belt tightening around her neck. At her pussy being filled hard from behind. She arched her back more, to comply even harder.
He pulled almost all the way out, and then slapped her ass again. Fuck. Fuck that hurt.
He pushed deep inside her, harder than before. And then pulled slowly back out, and she felt him rubbing the head of his cock against her clit. Fuck, it felts so...
And then he spanked her again. Fuck.
And he pounded his cock hard into her, pulling harder on her wrists, choking her again. This time he kept her wrist pulled back, just enough, and he slammed into her pussy hard, and then hard again. Just when she thought she was about to pass out, attempting to struggle against the belt making it even tighter, he let go of her wrists.
He let go of the belt.
He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her pussy. He licked her hard and deep, drinking in her wetness, tasting her deeply. The sudden release coupled with how good it felt to be licked out from behind was enough to push her over the edge. Her legs involuntarily straightened, and her ass clenched as the orgasm electrified her body.
She thought about letting him cum in her mouth, but instead, she pulled up her pants, cheerfully said thanks, and left the confused stranger standing there with his dick out.
A couple seconds later, she had to go back in because she'd forgotten the moon boots she'd gone to the supply room to get. She told him to have a nice day and she was gone again.
So mysterious.
~~~
Anna sat at the nurses' station and watched Ruby leave the elevator carrying moon boots. She was disheveled. Ruby moved here a month ago from a farm town a couple hundred miles away. She didn't even know anyone here yet. Clearly she's fucking strangers. Where is she even finding these people? It wasn't Anna's thing, but it also wasn't her place to slut shame.
Anna felt fingers tickling her back between her shoulder blades. Olivia.
"You're back," Anna said.
"There's nothing going on right now," Olivia said. "And I just feel social."
Anna didn't want to have a conversation with Olivia. Not even a little bit. But she had to if her dastardly plan for vengeance was going to work.
"Do you remember," Anna said, "when we were in nursing school, how we learned the food pyramid? Did you know that was all wrong?"
"Yeah," Olivia said. "I read something about that. It's supposed to a plate divided up now?"
"I've seen that too, yeah," Anna said, "But I also read that turning the food pyramid upside down is actually a healthier way to live. Instead of mostly carbs, we should eat mostly proteins and fats."
"Yeah, apparently fat doesn't make you fat anymore," Olivia said.
"I'm looking forward to the day," Anna said, "that they tell us that the only healthy diet is based on ice cream and chocolate."
"Right?" Olivia said. "If they can't make up their minds anyway, they may as well make up bullshit that lets me eat unlimited honey buns."
"It's like with CPR," Anna said. "One year it's 30 compressions per minute, the next it's 60, then back to 30."
"And sometimes you sing a song," Olivia said, "And sometimes you sing a different song. Sometimes you give breaths and sometimes you don't."
"Right?" Anna said. This was excruciating. She used to be friends with Olivia. Maybe Olivia didn't deserve what Anna was about to do to her. Maybe Anna wouldn't go through with it after all.
"Speaking of breathless," Olivia said. "Where's that sexy new doctor?"
Fuck this bitch.
"Hey, can you do me a favor?" Anna asked.
"Sure," Olivia said.
"Can I get you to take some pudding to Mitch McConnell in Room 472?" Anna asked. "Chocolate."
~~~
CHAPTER 13 – STAR FUCKER
“Y
ou wanted to see me?" Vanessa hit send on the message to Paul, the man she was potentially going to fuck in front of her husband.
It was a little while before he replied, "Yes."
"What do you want to see?" she asked.<
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"What do you want to show me?" he replied.
"I can show you my tits."
"Show me your tits."
She told him to hold on. She hid out in a restroom and took a cleavage shot and sent it. He said to keep going. So she sent a bra photo. He said to keep going. Then she pulled her scrub top all the way off. She took a video of her hand rubbing her tit down the top of her bra, massaging it until it was fully exposed. She re-shot it a couple times. When her nipple did a satisfying flick against the edge of the bra, springing to high alert, she was happy. She sent that one.
"Now it's your turn," she said.
"What do you want to see?" he asked.
"You know what I want to see, if you want to show me." she said, then added, "I want you to."
He sent her a photo of his hand on his belt, tugging it down a little. Her eyes traced the thick veins on his strong hand. Her gaze trailed down his fingers to the belt buckle, and the little bump of his mons pubis and the shallow dip right above the base of his cock. He was smooth. Clean shaven. She immediately wanted to lick him there. She was heating up.
"More," she said. Her fingers could barely type. She was shaking from excitement and nervousness. This was her first time she had the approval of her husband to be intimate with another man.
He sent another photo, of his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. Black boxer briefs underneath.
It took her a few seconds to notice the outline of the thick trunk traveling under the boxer briefs up under his t-shirt. It looked like it went all the way up to his chest, but that had to be perspective, right? It couldn't be that big, right?
She thought about Charles. His dick was at least average. She'd never been unhappy with it. She'd had a couple that were bigger. But nothing that would reach to the dude's chest, and she definitely didn't want that to be her husband's first experience.
But she did want to see it.
"More," she typed.
Then he sent a video of his hand stroking the concealed shaft. As he rubbed it, it rose and stretched against the t-shirt, struggling to get free. A gap formed between his t-shirt and boxers and she could see the skin and veins of his hard cock. She immediately wanted to lick him there too.
But she needed to see how big it was.
"More," she typed. "You fucking tease."
The next video, it was all the way out, his hand wrapped around the base to display it hard and proud. It was big, but it wasn't as big as she feared it would be. Maybe just a little bigger than Charles'. Not as big as Alex the x-ray tech who she accidentally let fuck her last night. Ugh, that was a mistake. That's a bomb that could still blow up, she thought. If he told anyone about that night, or about her relationship with Dr. Dean, both of their marriages were fucked. She thought again about killing him to keep him quiet. Is there an app for that?
"It's so big," she said. "That's gonna tear me apart the right way."
That line had always served her well. She hadn't been with a guy who was below average in size, so she didn't know if it would fly when it was an obvious lie. But she did know that men love to be told that their dick is big.
"You want to watch me cum?" he asked.
She did. But she had initiated this conversation for a reason.
"Meet us tonight?" she sent, finally broaching that topic.
"Tonight?" he said. "Don't you work nights?"
"I'm at work," she said. "We'll do it here."
"You're serious?"
"As a heart attack," she said.
"I guess you're in the right place for that," he said.
"Two hours," she said. "I'll send you directions."
"I'll be there," he said.
This was happening.
~~~
"Mr. McConnell?" Olivia said as she entered Room 472. "My names's Olivia. Anna asked me to bring you some..."
When she saw who Mr. McConnell was, she dropped the pudding to the floor. Then the spoon.
In front of her was Jonas Thrust.
Jonas Thrust.
He appeared shirtless in a teen magazine and the Christian Coalition tried to get it banned from public schools on the ground that it was sexually explicit and pornographic. A judge ruled that it was just a man without his shirt on, and that's still okay in this country. But Olivia could see it. She owned that magazine.
And here he was. In. The. Flesh.
He was beautiful. A little stubbly like he hadn't shaven his face in a couple days.
He looked like he was asleep. His eyes were closed. His lips were parted just barely. They looked soft. His chest rose and fell with his slow, deep breaths. Sleeping.
That torso that got him into legal trouble was fully exposed right now. His round, hard shoulder muscles. His smooth chest. His tight little abdomen. The vee of his oblique muscles that disappeared under the white hospital sheet. The bulge underneath it.
Her legs almost gave out.
"...pudding," the words finally fell out of her mouth.
"Are you okay, Olivia?" he asked.
He was awake! He rubbed his eyes to see her better.
It was only now that she looked down and realized her hand was between her legs. Fuck. How did that even happen? Fuck. She almost moved it, but no. She doubled down and rubbed a little. When would she ever get this opportunity again? She looked back up at him with eyes that asked the question her body wanted the answer to.
He smirked.
She lifted her scrubs top just a little, to show him her belly. Her eyes asked, "More?"
He did a quick little nod up.
Olivia pulled the shirt up a little more, raising the underwire of her bra along with it, so he could see just a tease of underboob. More?
He nodded.
She lifted her shirt and bra up, and let her tits drop and bounce against her body. Then she rubbed them with both hands. She pinched her nipples and they were hard. Her eyes left his and traveled down his torso to the bedsheet.
The bulge under the sheet was getting hard too. Now it was her turn to smirk.
She turned away from him and pulled her top and bra all the way off. She liked to show off her back. It was one of her favorite features. She stayed turned away, and moved her hips, danced for him. She danced seductively for him, displaying her body to him.
She pulled down the back of her scrub pants, giving him a peak at her cute ass in her cute thong.
She pulled her pants back up and walked seductively over to his bed. She felt empowered until she got to him and her hand touched his shoulder.
It was electric.
It rushed back to her consciousness who this man was. Jonas Thrust. Fuck.
He grabbed her by the pussy and she melted. Just like that she was ready. She was on him. Kissing his neck. His face was scratchy against hers. It felt so good. His strong shoulders felt so good. His hands on her body. So good.
He pushed her pants down and she let him. She didn't even think about not letting him. She kicked her shoes off and pulled her pants and socks off. Her underwear must have come off too, because she was naked. She straddled the sheet covering his hardness and rubbed down against it. Was this going to happen? Was she going to get fucked by Jonas Thrust? Was she going to...
He pulled her off his lap and scooted down a little, and she got the hint that he wanted her to sit on his face. She did it.
His arms wrapped around her legs, holding her in position while he teased her pussy with his tongue. Gently, at first. She ran her hands through his hair. His mouth felt so good on her. His hands moved to her ass and he rubbed it, using the resistance to bury his face deeper into her. His tongue deeper into her. She suspected he was doing that thing where the guy writes the alphabet with his tongue. He was definitely doing something interesting. He was probably up to J when she couldn't take it anymore. She needed it rougher.
She readjusted, leaned back so she could roll her hips against his mouth. She fucked Jonas Thrust's face. Each roll of her hips brought her closer to orgasm, and it wasn't
long until she was grasping his hair and holding his face close against her trembling body. She came hard into his mouth and made him keep licking.
She could be done, but she wanted to return the favor. He didn't let her. She kissed down his chest and belly on her way to the hard cock under the bedsheet. Before she got to it, though, he pulled her back up again. He threw her onto her back and he was on top of her, between her legs. She tightened her legs around him.
And then he was inside her. Pounding her.
Any finesse he brought to oral sex was not present in his dick game. Not that she'd complain. This was good. She'd expected him to be gentle and take it slowly, like his music suggests he would. But nope, he was in her, and deep. And hard. This is what she wanted. What she needed. What every woman in the world wanted. To fuck Jonas Thrust.
He moved her feet up to his shoulders so he could fuck her deeper.
Fuck her harder.
And harder.
Pounding her ass with each thrust.
She started saying it in her head.
Jonas THRUST.
Jonas THRUST.
Jonas THRUST.
But then she was gasping it out loud, with each thrust. He put his hand over her mouth to shut her up. She liked that.
When he came, he pulled out and came on her belly. Then he was out of bed. Instantly.
He flicked her nose with his finger and said, "You're cute."
He went into the bathroom and closed the door and turned on the shower.
Olivia was on his hospital bed, naked, with a belly covered in Jonas Thrust's thick, white cum. She thought maybe she'd join him in the shower, but then he stuck his head out of the bathroom and winked at her.
"I'm going need a pudding that hasn't been on a hospital floor," he said.
Okay, Olivia thought, I guess that's that.
The teddy bear saw everything.
~~~
CHAPTER 14 – EVIDENCE-BASED NURSING
A t the med-surg nurses' station, Anna and Dr. McDaniel were playing rummy. She already had all four aces.
"And then I left Ireland," he said. "And came to the US to do my residency and a fellowship."
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