Frank’s jaw was trembling. He couldn’t believe what he was doing. He was fingering a tranny while pumping her cock. But why? Why couldn’t he stop himself? How did he get roped into doing it?
He pressed his fingers far into her ass, until he could feel her prostate (he knew where it was thanks to far too many anal exams). He massaged it gently. He knew it didn’t take much. A couple of seconds later, Erin was moaning loudly. Both of her knees rose up and her feet extended while her toes attempted to clutch the hospital bed sheets. “Holy fuck!” she groaned.
And then Frank watched as white streamers blasted into the air. They came down hard, splatting on her abdomen and chest. She squirmed and groaned and clutched at Frank while her seemingly endless cumshot carried on. And Frank couldn’t look away. He was entranced—mesmerized—hypnotized. She was beautiful—even more beautiful with her hard erection towering tall and blasting cum into the air like an upright cannon. It was almost a shame when it was over and Frank had to slip his fingers out from Erin’s asshole.
He used a handful of paper towel to clean the cum off of her body, and then he used the sponge to make her clean again. And she was silent, still revelling in the lingering euphoria of her orgasm. She took a deep breath. “I feel much cleaner now,” she said with a red-cheeked grin.
“Good,’ Frank said. “If you ever feel dirty again, just—uh—remember that I technically have to give you a sponge bath whenever you request one.”
Her smile grew a little bit bigger. “Noted,” she said.
CHAPTER VIII
It was around 3:00 AM when Frank came into Erin’s room and found that she was awake and on her iPad. “What are you doing? You should be resting,” he said.
She looked up from her iPad and said, “I can’t sleep.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve never been able to sleep on my back. I’m a stomach-sleeper. I know they say that’s not good for your back or whatever…”
“It’s really not,” Frank said.
“Well, that’s the way that I am, I guess. Would it complicate my internal damage or whatever if I rolled onto my stomach?” she asked.
Frank stood silently for a moment. He picked up her chart to see what the doctors found with their CT scan. Apparently the only worrisome damage was to one of her lungs—and Frank could see no reason why laying on her stomach would hurt her lung any further. “Maybe for a few hours—but I’ll flip you back over before the doctors come in in the morning.”
She smiled—a smile that made Frank smile. He walked over to her, pulled her blanket back, and gently slipped his hands under her body. “Okay, so I need you to very gently push yourself onto your side. Don’t strain. If anything hurts, just stop right away, okay?” She got herself up on her side and then Frank guided her down onto her stomach. “How does that feel?”
“It feels fine. Though I feel very hot. Do you think you could pull back the blanket?” she asked. So Frank pulled the blanket back, exposing her bare back. “A little more?” He pulled it back further, exposing her lower back.
“Just another two feet or so,” she said.
“Then you’ll be naked,” he said.
“Is that not okay?” she asked. “Just for a couple of minutes, until I cool off.”
So Frank pulled the blanket down to her knees, exposing her perky, round bum. “Is that better?” he asked, looking down at her soft bottom. He found himself looking back at the room’s curtain door constantly, worried his supervisor was going to randomly pop her head in—not something she did often, but something that happened from time to time.
“It’s much better. But I was wondering if maybe you could check on something while you’re here,” she said.
Frank looked back at that curtain again. “Sure—what is it?” he asked.
“I thought I felt a slight tingling and I was wondering if you could feel to make sure everything is normal.”
“Well, I’m not a doctor,” Frank said. “I’m just a nurse.”
“I don’t need a doctor. You’ll do just fine. Do you think you could help me?”
Frank knew it was bait. He knew she was trying to seduce him—and it was working. He found himself trying to think of reasons not to let her seduce him. Of course there was the chance of getting caught—but did the benefits outweigh the risks? Was the pleasure worth the risk? He looked back at that curtain again. “Where is the tingling?” he asked.
“It’s in my bum. You might need something longer than a finger to feel for it though.” Frank caught on fast. He knew she wanted him to fuck her in the ass with his cock—and it was awfully tempting. But if he was caught fucking a patient on bed rest, he would probably lose his job. And there was only a curtain between him and his supervisor. He was already lucky enough that his supervisor didn’t overhear the handjob he gave Erin earlier. If she started screaming while he cock was deep in her ass, he was done—no one would ever hire him again.
“At least spread my cheeks to see if you can see anything unusual,” she said. So Frank gently reached down and grabbed both of her butt cheeks. He pulled them apart and found himself looking down at her perfect puckering hole. “Maybe you can feel it around the rim. It’s definitely tingling.”
Frank took a deep breath in, but the breath was staggered as he was trembling. He reached down with a single fingertip and touched her rubbery asshole. He gently circled his finger around it. “Do you feel it? The tingling?” she asked.
He could feel a tingling in his own body, down between his legs. His poor cock was constantly getting hard around her, but never getting off. He wanted to get off. He wanted to unload inside of her perfect body. And he was starting to forget what he had to worry about. He gently pressed his fingertip into her asshole.
She moaned gently. “That feels nice, but if you’re going to feel the real tingling, you’ll need something a lot bigger.”
And once again, Frank looked back at the curtain door. The hospital was silent. Everyone was asleep, except for Frank’s supervisor. If he was fast, there would be a small chance of being caught—but he had to be fast. And if he was going to be fast, then he needed to get started.
So he quickly untied the string of his scrub bottoms and he let them fall to the floor. He gently got up onto Erin’s hospital bed. It creaked under their combined weight. He found himself fondling her ass cheeks, spreading them, staring down that magnificent hole. From his vantage point now, she was a female—there was nothing suggesting that she was a male—no sign of her cock or even the implied bulge of her Adam’s apple.
Frank looked down at his own cock, which was hard and throbbing. He pointed it down and nestled his tip between her cheeks. She swayed her bum slightly, teasing him, making him want it even more. And he really wanted it. He had to have that juicy ass. He had to fill her with his hot load—and he wasn’t going to last long.
There was a bottle of medical lubricant in a drawer next to Erin’s bed. Frank grabbed it and squirted a healthy glob between her cheeks. She flinched. “It’s cold,” she said.
“Sorry,” Frank said. It wouldn’t be cold for long. It was already heating up from the combined heat of Frank’s cock and Erin’s tush. Frank mashed the lubricant up and down her crack using his cock, and then he started to press the lubricant into her hole.
She clenched the bed sheets with both hands as Frank pressed in. His veins throbbed against her anal walls, and her anal walls puckered against his cock. It felt nice—so incredibly satisfying. He sunk deeper and deeper, watching as his cock disappeared into her anus. “Oh shit,” he muttered. He felt too good—it shouldn’t have felt so good. His cock was in a biological male’s anus—it was supposed to feel wrong and uncomfortable. He wanted to be grossed out. He wanted to gag. But he’d never been more turned on in his life.
He started to thrust gently, pulling his cock up and then plunging it down. It was only a dozen thrusts or so before he was pushing all of his cock inside of her, pressing his pelvis down against her bum.
He held her hips firmly and pumped ferociously. His pelvis slapping against her ass was loud, but he couldn’t help himself. He’d completely forgotten about his supervisor or even the other patients. He suddenly found himself wanting to make her come—to make her groan and scream. And after a minute, she was trying her best not to scream, holding one hand over her lips to stop herself from yelling as loudly as she could.
He could feel her asshole stretching to accommodate his thick girth. Her anal walls were throbbing with pleasure and she would have squirmed right off that bed had Frank not been there to hold her down. “I’m close,” he whispered through clenched teeth.
“Fill me—my God, please fill my little asshole,” she begged.
He came down harder and harder and harder, slapping his pelvis louder and louder. Her bed sheets were a mess now, bunched up and pushed against the head of the bed, exposing the cold, bare plastic mattress below. “I’m coming!” Frank groaned. He held her hips tight, pulling her body firmly against his. And then he unloaded deep inside of her body.
She squirmed for a moment longer before falling limp on her bed. Then Frank rolled off, but he stuck around to watch as his heavy load billowed out from her tight tush hole. He got some paper towel and wiped the rogue creampie off of her ball sack before fixing her bed sheets and flipping her over. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Her face was dark red but her eyes were glistening. “I’m great,” she said with a cute smile.
Frank’s stomach turned as he left her little room. He knew he’d just done something very wrong. He’d crossed so many lines at once—but he’d gotten away with it. He wasn’t caught and he wasn’t worried that Erin was going to tattle on him—but that didn’t make it right. He’d still fucked a biological male in the ass. He’d still fucked a patient who was stuck on bed rest.
A part of Frank was happy knowing that in a few hours, his weekend would begin. He wouldn’t have to come into work again until Tuesday night—and by Tuesday night, Erin will already be discharged—either to her house or to another floor. Either way, she wouldn’t be Frank’s problem—though problem may have not been the correct word. Vice was probably more appropriate, or temptation.
Frank didn’t need Erin in his life. He had a happy little life—it was simple, and that’s the way he wanted to keep it. He didn’t need a transgender fling complicating things. He wanted to get married one day, and maybe have kids. He couldn’t possibly introduce Erin to his family, and she wasn’t biologically capable of having kids. So why would he waste his time and risk both his personal and professional reputations? He had to think logically and clearly—and the clear solution to his current crisis was to let Erin fade away, let her become a distant memory.
CHAPTER IX
Frank spent his weekend like a drug addict at rehab. He was detoxing—getting his strange Erin obsession out from his head. For the first few hours of his first day off, he found himself online, trying to find pictures of her. He even found himself staring at that single profile picture she had on her mostly-vacant Facebook page. He got a little bit of relief after his shower, after he rubbed a big cumshot out while thinking about her long, smooth cock.
But the relief was short lived. Within an hour, she was back on his mind. The worst part about it was that he knew he could have her. He just had to walk down to the hospital and she would be there. He could slip in and fuck her and be home before dinner. And there were many times throughout the day when he wanted to do just that. But he had to keep reminding himself: she’s a man and she’s not what I want in a future partner. So he stayed far away from that hospital.
And with every passing hour, he felt a little more hopeful. The thoughts didn’t go away, but the change that she would be discharged grew larger. Soon she wouldn’t be at the hospital anymore and it wouldn’t matter how many temptations snuck into Frank’s mind: there would be no ladyboy to fuck. And once she was gone it would just be a matter of time before his mind detoxed and she became nothing more than a memory. Though there was one problem…
Frank knew where she lived. He still had her address written on a little piece of paper, and even if he threw out that piece of paper, he still knew how to get to her place. He couldn’t just delete that information from his memory. And he could message her on Facebook if he really wanted to—so he had many ways of getting in touch with her, even after she left the hospital.
So Frank knew he was stuck fighting the temptations, and all he could do was hope that they wouldn’t get any worse than there were now. But as the hours passed, Frank’s fears became true.
Maybe the temptations weren’t getting stronger—maybe Frank’s will was just getting weaker. He found himself walking towards the hospital on his day off, trembling slightly, excited to have a naughty romp with a pretty trap. Once the hospital was in sight, that trembling became stronger. His head became cloudy with anxiety. He’d worked with drug addicts many times before—he used to be a nurse in the detox wing of the hospital—and he knew that his current symptoms weren’t so much different from a meth addict’s symptoms. He stopped a block from the hospital and gave himself a slap on the face. “What are you doing?” he said to himself.
It took a lot of his willpower, but he managed to walk away from the hospital.
He started walking back towards his house when he felt something in his pocket. It was hard and a little bit sharp. He pulled it out: it was Erin’s house key. He must have forgotten to give it back. His heart stuttered and he found himself walking towards her house now. His plan was to slip the key under her front mat. He wouldn’t knock on the door or ring the doorbell—he would leave within seconds of arriving…
But once he found himself standing on her doorstep, he was overwhelmed by the temptation to see her. What was one more visit—one more romp? And then he could break things off with her. He could politely tell her that she was a mistake and he never meant to get romantic with her. She would understand. And if she didn’t understand—even better. If she slammed the door in his face, at least then he would know that she was no longer available to him, and he could start the process of moving on without any temptations.
So he knocked on the door and waited for a response. But there was no response. He walked around the house and looked through the window. The house was dark. It didn’t look like Erin was home. So was she still at the hospital? Had she not been discharged yet?
Frank found himself back at the front door, now with the key in her front door’s lock. He turned it and let himself into her house. “Hey Erin! You home?” he called out. But his call was met with no response. She wasn’t in the house, so she must have still been at the hospital. And it was 7:00 PM now—a couple of hours after they stop discharging patients for the evening, which meant she probably wouldn’t be coming home tonight.
Frank closed the front door and found himself alone in her house—and he felt like a little kid in a candy store. Everything smelled like her: that amazing oaky perfume. Frank took a gander through her closet, looking at all of her lingerie. He snooped through drawers like a crazy stalker, and in the far back of one of her dresser drawers he found a stack of Polaroid photos. They were all mirror selfies of Erin, dressed in different outfits—mostly lingerie, some swimwear, all sexy.
He found her laptop computer in the kitchen. There was no password, so getting in was easy. He spent a few minutes searching through her folders before he found a webcam video of her jerking off. In the video she had a dildo in her asshole. Frank watched with mesmerized eyes for a few minutes before he started wondering where that dildo was. He got up and zipped around the house, his heart pounding. He looked in every drawer.
His
body was teeming with intense sexual energy. He was obsessed with Erin, like a junky after twenty-four hours of being clean.
He found the dildo along with a few other sex toys in a box under the bed. One of the toys was a Fleshlight, which Frank grabbed along with Erin’s Playboy costume and a pair of her panties from her dirty laundry bin. He pressed the panties to his face and he pressed his cock into the Fleshlight. He loved the thought that her erect cock had been in the same Fleshlight. He loved the feeling of the satin Playboy costume in his hands.
Like a complete pervert, he came in her sex toy. And then his senses returned to him and he realized how insane his little break in masturbation act was. He quickly cleaned everything up and got it back to where he found it. Then he put that key under her front mat and he got far, far away from her house. “Never again,” he told himself. And this time he meant it. This time he was serious. He wanted nothing to do with her. He hated what she was turning him into: a degenerate freak. He’d just committed an act that was crazy enough to have him put on the sexual offenders watch list. He didn’t need that kind of degeneracy in his life. He liked his life—it was simple and everything made sense and was the way it was supposed to be. And that’s the way it would stay.
CHAPTER X
Before Frank even scrubbed up on his first day back from his weekend, he went up to his usual wing and he carefully peeked into each room. When he came upon her room, he stepped back and tried to get a look in without poking his head through the curtain. There was a slight slit that he was able to see through—and through it, he could see Erin. She was still under observation, and she would continue to be his patient until she was discharged.
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