Naughty Night Nurses

by Arilyn Abbott

  ~~~

  Dumbfuck's cock was buried in Olivia from behind. She gasped, "Fuck," with every thrust.

  He would move slowly, deeply, for a few seconds, but right when she was about to tell him to go harder he would slam into her at full force. He pounded her tight wetness, banging his body hard against her ass. She loved the way that felt, the solid pounding against her while his thick pipe plunged deep into her.

  And just when she released, he would slow down again and pump the orgasm out of her. Prolonging it. Making her feel every second of it. Every inch of it. And then he would pound it again.

  Her surgery pager beeped.

  ~~~

  In the hospital hallway, Anna heard a beeper going off. She turned around to check the hallway behind her. Nothing there. Maybe it was her imagination.

  Anna approached the supply room door. She had a key ring with a jumble of keys. Which one was it? There used to be one key for everything, but the hospital had re-keyed all of the locks to make sure people didn't go where they weren't supposed to. There was talk of installing keypads and getting rid of keys altogether.

  Which key was it? She thought it was one of these gold ones with the rounded top.

  ~~~

  Olivia silenced her pager. Surgery needed her. She had to go. They were finishing up in here anyway. Her pussy had been destroyed. She turned around and caught a glimpse of his cock disappearing under his shorts as he zipped them up.

  But he was still hard. He came but he was still hard. His waistband was stretched around it and half the shaft was laying vertically up his belly, stretching almost up to his belly button.

  "Did you say something...?” She ran her finger slowly up the underside of his hardness, still glistening wet from her pussy. She brought the finger to his mouth. He licked it, "about coming in my backdoor?"

  She grabbed a packet of petroleum jelly from a bin on the supply shelf, tore off the top and quickly worked the slippery liquid onto his shaft.

  They didn't have much time. Surgeons get impatient. They'd have to be fast. She bent over and grabbed her ankles. He pushed his lubed up cock into her ass just as the supply room door opened.

  The light came on, and there they were, framed between shelves, under a bright, unforgiving hospital light, a statue of guilt.

  ~~~

  For eternity, no one spoke and no one moved. Then the statue unfroze and frantically got dressed. Anna didn't say a word. She walked straight to the "moon boots", picked up a handful of them, and turned and walked back to the door.

  From behind her, the dumbshit spoke.

  "Anna..."

  She took a deep breath and turned around. She was measured and deliberate in her reply.

  "Jeebler." How long has this been going on, she wanted to ask. Since nursing school, she wanted to ask. It didn't matter. "We are done."

  She was relieved. We're done. Simple as that.

  "Anna..." he started, "I..."

  "Shut up." She didn't need to hear anything. She didn't care. "Don't be in my house when I get home."

  "We can figure..."

  "Shut up," she interrupted again and said it slower this time. "Don't be in my house when I get home. Don't be in my house again, ever."

  She turned and walked back to the door. "And Olivia, thank you. He's yours if you want him."

  Anna shut the light off and left the room.

  Somehow whatever light was in the room before was gone. It was pitch black.

  ~~~

  The door opened again. Light flooded in. Anna closed the door behind her.

  She wasn't in a supply closet now. This was a patient's room. She pushed the button on the wall marked, "Privacy Please".

  "Veek-tor", Anna said. She pulled her scrub top off. Her body was illuminated softly by the moonlight glowing through the fourth floor window. "Are you awake?"

  ~~~

  CHAPTER 2 – LONG BONE/WHITE LINE

  “Y

  ou look familiar. Did we have class together?" The ER nurse burst through the doors of the radiology department, and immediately slipped into flirt mode. "I could have sworn we had chemistry."

  "Why, Nurse Vanessa, you make my dopamine levels all silly." Alex was easy to flirt with. He didn't miss a beat. She didn't even have his full attention yet. He was sitting behind the receptionist counter. It looked like he was finishing up some documentation on the computer.

  Vanessa picked up a paper clip and threw it at him. Nailed him right in the chest and fell to the desk. "I think you are suffering from a lack of Vitamin Me."

  "Heard that one!" He caught her. That one was too easy. He pushed his shaggy blond surfer boy hair to the side and looked up at her with big sparkling blue eyes. "Go again."

  He picked up a round piece of metal and held it over the paperclip, causing the paperclip to stand on end and dance across the desk.

  "Hmm," Vanessa was thinking. "Are you Broca’s Aphasia? Because you leave me speechless."

  "That," he pushed away from the desk and leaned back in his chair, "is better. What brings you these parts, Nurse Vanessa?"

  Alex made scrubs look good. He was basically wearing pajamas, but when he leaned back, she could see the long, lean muscles of his body, his legs, his abs, his chest flex and relax beneath the loose-fitting cotton material as he moved. It was fun to watch him move. The long lean muscle in between his legs shifted too. Vanessa didn't know how long she could get away with staring at it. She hoped he would move again so it would move again.

  "I need a favor," she began. He reached out his hand. She instinctively took it, and when she did he pulled her onto his lap. This is so inappropriate, she thought. But she wasn't ready to be appropriate just yet.

  ~~~

  In the elevator, Anna the med-surg nurse was relieved, scared, and furious at the same time. A woman scorned. Seconds earlier she had walked into the hospital supply room her boyfriend -- her high school sweetheart -- stuck up the ass of a girl from her nursing school class. Anna had never let him anywhere near that part of her. She would never let him near any part of her again. She'd told him to be out of the house before she comes home in the morning.

  Right now, though, she was about to do something that an hour ago sounded absurd to her. She was going to be reckless and do something for herself for a change. Leaving the elevator, she headed down the hallway of the med-surg unit, casting furtive glances around, attempting to look as inconspicuous as possible.

  Her heart was pounding. Was she really going to do this?

  When she reached room 468, she took a deep breath and entered the room, closing the door behind her. If she hesitated she might have lost her nerve.

  Anna pushed the button on the wall marked, "Privacy Please".

  "Veek-tor", she said. She pulled her scrub top off. Her body was illuminated softly by the moonlight glowing through the fourth floor window. She was glad she had worn this cute pink bra tonight. "Are you awake?"

  Victor didn't answer. She could see the billionaire's chest gently rising and falling with the deep breaths of sleep. It was way too early to be asleep, but people sometimes lose track of their circadian rhythms in the hospital. Maybe he was exhausted. He was admitted last night for observation after a cocaine overdose. That can be rough. She crossed the room and stood beside him, her knees against the bed, watching the moonlight as it played across his smooth, bare torso.

  Anna put a finger lightly on his chest and ran it slowly and gently down his sternum, between his chest muscles, to the split between his abdominal muscles. His linea alba, she remembered from nursing school. It was Latin for "white line". She was a little amused when she thought of that, since a white line was the reason Victor was admitted to the hospital. The reason he was on her floor. The reason she was imagining what it would be like to line up a white line of powder between his hard abdominal muscles, to lean in and inhale the whole line into her sinuses in one smooth motion. She had never used drugs before. She hadn't done much wrong at all. Tonight being some
one who did wrong sounded so good to her.

  Licking up the middle of his belly sounded so good to her.

  While she was focusing on his abdomen, she hadn't noticed his hand slide slowly to the edge of the bed. When the back of his hand brushed against the front of her thigh, it felt like electricity shooting through her body. She gasped. She wanted more. Her heart pounding, she put her hand flat on his belly and rubbed his torso the way she wanted him to touch her.

  He took the hint. He rubbed his hand against her leg harder, around her hip and behind her. He gripped her ass firmly. It knocked her off balance. She fell forward. She braced herself with both hands against his solid chest. His eyes were still closed, but he had that cocky smirk on his face. He wasn't sleeping. She slapped his chest playfully. He spanked her ass in reply. She gasped in feigned offense.

  She leaned in and lightly kissed his chest. And then again. It was at this moment, his hot skin against her mouth that she was fully aware that she was doing this. Yes. She was doing this. Fuck yes, she was doing this. She kissed him harder, and again, and again. Her fingertips playfully followed her mouth around his chest.

  Her kisses continued up to his shoulders, his neck. Victor smelled good, earthy, like wood. She imagined sandalwood, rosewood, cedar. He had to be wearing some kind of expensive cologne, she thought, remembering for the first time since she entered the room how powerful this man was. She was never specifically into men with money, but right now at this moment it was just one of many aphrodisiacs.

  While her mouth explored his neck, her fingertips drifted in the opposite direction.

  Anna's fingers ran down his tight abdominal muscles and traced the vee line of his oblique muscles under the sheet that covered his lower body. She let her hand rest on the warmth of the front of his hip. He had grown hard under the sheet, and the tent of thin white fabric was all that separated his hard cock from her forearm. She could feel it pulsing against her. She teased it by letting her arm brush gently against it. He moaned a little from the teasing. She did too. She was very ready to see all of him uncovered.

  ~~~

  An ER nurse sitting on an x-ray tech's lap in the radiology department of a hospital was definitely inappropriate.

  Inappropriateness wasn't a concept foreign to Vanessa. She had never been a good girl. She had accumulated more than her share of guilty pleasures over the years. One of the guiltiest is a sexual relationship she had fallen too easily into with Dr. Dean, the ER physician. They were both married. They both had kids. They both knew it was wrong. Both of them loved the people they were married to, and neither of them would ever want to hurt those people. But over the past couple of years, they had stolen away dozens of times. They had vowed not to do it again dozens of times, but it never stops for long.

  This, though, ending up in some 20 year old kid's lap? That hasn't happened before. Vanessa was pushing 40. She was pushing a lot of things. Right now, Alex's long, lean muscle was pushing against her ass. She shifted a little so it would settle into the soft area between her thighs. She didn't want to get caught, but she didn't want to get up either.

  "I know," Alex said, "You want to take my temperature. Because I'm looking so hot today."

  "You wouldn't like where I'd take it," she said.

  "You don't know what I like." He ran the magnet slowly over her body, not touching her with it, just hovering over her body.

  "I bet I could find out," she said.

  When the magnet got to her nipples, she felt a little attraction. She knew he felt it too. "Is osteoporosis contagious?" he asked.

  "Is that an age joke? Rude."

  "Of course not, Nurse Vanessa, but I am concerned you may give me a serious bone condition."

  He put emphasis on the word, “bone.”

  "You're bad," she said. "I need a disc."

  "How bad do you need it?"

  "I need it bad," she answered before she realized what he was saying. "Disc. Disc, not dick, you dick."

  He smiled. He rolled them over to another computer and had her type the patient's name and ID number and click "Burn Disc".

  The light box above the computer had a couple of x-ray films illuminated on it. Vanessa was pretty sure they were of a femur, the thigh bone, but they might be an arm bone.

  "Are those a femur or a humerus?" she asked.

  "Those are a femur," he said, squeezing her thigh. Her body tingled. "But both the femur and the humerus are long bones. So you have a good eye for long bones."

  "That's humorous," she joked. Humerus. Humorous. Oh, Vanessa.

  "Ha ha," he rolled his eyes. "That's bad."

  He pushed her off his lap, shifted the bulge in his pants, and stood up.

  "The disc is going to take a few minutes," he took her hand and led her down the hall, "Let me show you my room."

  She was not going to have sex in the hospital. She hadn't. She wouldn't. No.

  ~~~

  In room 468, Victor's hand slid up Anna's back and skillfully unhooked her bra. She held the bra in place for a few heartbeats, still a little hesitant. But she had started this. She wanted this. She was going to do this. She let the bra fall, exposing her chest fully to her Spanish lover.

  He pulled her to him and leaned up to meet her breast with his mouth. His kisses were hot and wet and passionate. When Jeebler had kissed her tits, it was always clumsy. Even after years, he was still like a teenage boy getting to see boobs for the first time. But Victor had touched a woman before. He took his time and teased her, worshiped her with his mouth, praised her with his tongue. The tip of his tongue made slow, tight little circles around her nipple, and the pink tip tightened and hardened, begging for his mouth. Every move he made sent signals directly to the hardening pink tip between her thighs. Anna leaned into it, pushed her chest into his face, forcing him to take her tit into his mouth and suck it. She moaned and slid her hand down under his sheet.

  She'd been hesitating before, but she wasn't going to anymore. She was going to fuck a stranger, a billionaire, a patient in the hospital. Before today, she never would have done something so reckless, but tonight, this was happening.

  She took his thick, hard cock in his hand and pumped it a little, getting a feel for the way the heavy stick felt in her hand. She's only ever felt Jeebler's. She thought it was big. But Victor's was bigger. Manlier. Jeebler complained once that a dry hand job was painful and not pleasant. She wasn't going to make that mistake with Victor.

  She climbed into the bed and straddled Victor's legs, and kissed down his chest and belly until his veiny cock was rubbing against her cheek. She liked the way it felt nuzzled up against her, hot and stiff on her skin. She licked a little around the base of it, where the shaft met his balls, and then licked slowly up the underside of it. He moaned in pleasure.

  Anna took Victor's cock in her hand and looked up into his still-smirking eyes. She had never wanted a cock in her mouth so badly in her life. She took it, but slowly. Her mouth wrapped lightly, wetly around the massive, swollen head. She gently licked it in her mouth. She stroked it with her hand in long, loose strokes, taking him into her mouth more and more. Her mouth made his shaft more and more slippery, until she was able to stroke the smooth, wet cock deep and long with her hand. Her hand pumped in a hypnotic rhythm with her mouth. It wasn't long until his balls were tightening. He wouldn't be able to hold his cum for long at this rate. She was proud of herself for being so effective. But she wanted him inside of her.

  She climbed back up him, and kissed his neck as she slid her underwear off. She sat back down on his thighs, his cock standing tall and proud between her legs. She liked the way her body looked on top of him. She liked the way his body looked under her. She didn't want to keep thinking about Jeebler, but it was all she had known until now, and Jeebler didn't have these muscles. Victor’s abs and chest and shoulders looked like a superhero compared to Jeebler. She was about to fuck Spanish Superman. She smiled at the thought then sheepishly looked into his eyes, hoping he didn't t
hink she was laughing at him. She definitely wasn't laughing at him. But of course, there was his smirk too. She certainly didn't feel like he was laughing at her. She rose up and lowered her body slowly down onto his cock.

  It hurt. It hurt so fucking good. She was wet enough already to take him into her smoothly, but the thickness of him stretched her out. She wasn't accustomed to feeling so full. She gasped a little and then moaned a little as she slid slowly down. She wanted to feel how deep he could go. She wanted to find out how deep she could handle.

  She pushed her body all the way down his pipe until her body met his. She rubbed hard against him. The huge head of his cock pushed against the deepest part of her. It felt. So. Good. She kept it there and rolled her hips hard on him, feeling the pressure of him inside her while she rubbed her clit against his body. She didn't know sex could feel so good. Earlier she was worried about how long he would be able to last, but she was already feeling waves of her own orgasms coming on hard and fast.

  She had barely gotten him all the way into her before she was already soaking his lap with her natural lubrication. She wondered if he could feel the pulsing of her orgasms. She wondered if he could see how flushed her face had gotten. She looked down at her body. His chest was flushed too. A healthy red glow of hot pleasure was spreading across it.

  She rose up on him and slid back down. And then again. Slowly at first. Then she put her hands on his pelvis, on that hard vee of his fuck muscles. She used them to steady herself as she slammed down on him harder and faster. The mattress gave a little bit of recoil with each thrust until she was bouncing up and down on a billionaire's cock in full force. Her tits bounced up and down with the hard thrusts until Victor's hands came up to hold them, to rub them, to play with her hard nipples with his thumbs, teasing orgasm after orgasm out of her.

  She was fucking this billionaire. But that's all she wanted. She just wanted to try something new and bad and fleeting and reckless.

  She rose up and slammed down on him.

  She didn't want a relationship. Not yet. She wasn't here for that. All she wanted was to fuck.