They Got Her Pregnant!

by Sasha Medly

  “I like nurses like you. You may be young but you have spunk. I like that in nurses.” He stepped closer to me, I hoped he could not smell the blood on me but the stains were too noticeable. He gazed me down, analyzing me like a new patient. “You are a rookie, there is blood all over your scrubs. You need to get those soaked now or they will be ruined.” I went to walk into a stall but he stopped me. “Like I said, I really like nurses and I think I could teach you a few tricks. If you are willing to learn”. I gazed at him, this time in his eyes. He did have a chiseled face; age had not grazed his face yet. I am a quick thinker, but this took a few moments to process. It wasn’t until he reached for my scrub shirt that I fully understood what he was talking about. He touched my hips with his thumbs while rolling my shirt up to protect his hands from the blood. He grazed his hands up my torso stopping just under my breasts. He stopped there.

  “So, are you up for more pumping?” He stared at me. I felt my thighs and the roof of my mouth tingle. I tried to configure whether I had enough time and whether someone would walk in on us. I started to speak, “But my patients…” “Your patients are covered. I told your charge nurse me and you had to go to debriefing with the surgeon involved in the case and that we would be in my office for a few hours. My office is in the next building over. No one will check. Also, all of my patients are stable. We have all the time I want to show you what I want.” Right then my doubts went away. My job wasn’t at stake and I was riled up from this intense day. This would be a positive change from the half a bottle of wine I normally drank when I got off work. “Ok then,” came out of my mouth more confident then I felt, “ What do you have to show me.” He turned around and locked the door.

  He approached me again, more aggressively. He was not so poised now, more of an animal. I saw this face in the last code: a ferocious mask colored with passion hiding any doubt of failure. He lifted my scrub shirt again. In the minute they had been gone, I already had missed his hands on me. He moved my scrub shirt up again but this time with no stopping. He pulled off the shirt, turned on the sink and threw it in. “ You won’t be needing that.” He slid down my pants and guided me out of them , my shoes and socks. “You don’t need these either.” I looked at him, glad I had shaved this morning. I went to take my hair down when he caught my wrist. No words needed.

  I stood there in just my delicates. He strolled over to his brief case and pulled out things that I couldn’t recognize. He then strolled into the shower and turned it on. Where is this going? I began to grow nervous, wondering how long until my charge nurse would come looking for me. What if someone knocks on the door or hears what all is going on. He strolled from the shower unbuttoning his shirt and pulling the belt out of his pants. He neatly placed them on the bench away from the shower. He then laid out his items he pulled out of the brief case. IV tubing and a scalpel. Goosebumps spread all across my body. “Its ok the water is hot, you won’t be cold for long.” He pulled the blade out of the scalpel. He must have seen me flinch a little.

  “I don’t believe in self or partner mutilation. I do like to have control though, just like in our codes. In here, I still give the orders.” He took another step towards me. I became self conscious of my nipples hardening. He pulled the blade and brushed it up against the underside of my bra. He swiftly without grazing my skin, sliced my bra off. I casually let it fall to the floor, not mourning the loss of such new fabric. He stared at me and ,without breaking eye contact, cut the strings holding up my thong. I let them drop. “You won’t need those, now come with me into the shower.” I followed him, no hesitation. I could feel wetness between my legs. I walked up to the shower when he stopped me. He pulled the wrapping off the IV tubing wrapping it around my wrists then looping it under my breasts like a clear underwire. He then led me under the water. He tied the remaining part of the tubing to shower faucet allowing the tubing to hold me securely while pressing up my breasts. He walked away taking off his slacks and boxers. His ember at salute, he approached me. I became enamored with the way the water dripped down his hair, through his hint of chest hair down the trail of hair leading to his manhood. I was his piece of flesh, hanging there, waiting for him to slice me with his eyes, fingers, mouth and his own piece of flesh.

  “As you know, you must prep a patient for a procedure. All this water still isn’t getting you wet where you wet where I want you too. I want you be adequately soaked.” He wetted his hands and moved them from my neck finding the top of my spine, down to my back where a bra was just a few minutes ago. He pushed up into my spine, rubbing me down. “Relax,” he said cooling, “ tensing up like this takes all the fun out of it. I want no tension in your body.” He then kissed me , inserting his tongue. The warmth of his mouth entered mine while his tongue brushed the top of my mouth then wrapped around my tongue. The top of my mouth sent a lightning threw my body down to my legs. He started to stroke my tongue his in tiny circular motions. He released his mouth from mine and kissed my neck. He walked made his way to the back of neck giving it a tender bite. Pleasure shock ran down my body until I swear I could feel more wetness from my legs.

  He left my neck and headed for my breasts, kissing me from my collarbone to my nipple. The warmth on my nipple caused my body to jerk as if I were fighting the restraints. “I think I found what makes you squirm.” Catching my eyes with his, he played with my nipple again with his tongue. With his hands pushed my boobs together, going back in forth between each one. He smiled with every squirm my body gave up. A small moan left my lips causing him to take both of my breasts into his mouth. I could not stop the continuous moaning. I felt his hardness against my thigh. I wrapped my legs around his hips, glad that I was tall enough to get them around his masculine figure. “I won’t make my grand entrance now, Stacey. You are due yours first. I want to take care of you but my dear you must be patient.” What else was coming?

  He lingered his mouth down my body. I could relax only slightly. Fireworks were still going off in my thighs. He grazed his teeth against my hips, grabbing my ass while getting more taste of my flesh. Slowly he got onto his knees, tasting my thighs. “You still aren’t ready enough for me. Don’t be so shy. I want to feel your pulse, but not in your arms. With that, he moved his mouth up to me and entered his tongue inside of me, slowly. Fireworks became an all-out blaze within me. He slid his tongue into me again, still slow. After his exit, his eyes met mine,” I want to hear you scream. I am going to keep you screaming until I am ready for you.” He then returned his tongue inside of me, now faster. He found my clit in his mouth and slowly sucked on it. I felt his middle finger enter me. I could hear him mutter “my God” under his breath. He entered me again and again with a gradual pace. He moved my squirming legs under his arms, trapping my pleasure twitching under his arms. He was going to make me moan out loud, not allow my legs to betray him. The more I resisted, the better his penetration got; the more his tongue fueled the flame going on inside of me.

  Another moan escaped, this time louder. I could feel his lips form a smile against my pelvis. My insides gave him the pulsing he wanted. With my legs and arms bound, I was forced to not fight it but embrace this erotic gift he had given me. I moaned again and with every moan his fingers and tongue moved faster. I no longer fought back my moans; just allowed myself to be consumed by him. I could feel me closing over his finger. He cursed under his breathe “fuck” as he stopped licking to look at the pleasure that was now displayed on my face. He only had a few more minutes before the fire would consume me, causing the inevitable cumming that I was now begging for with my face. “Oh please, Dr. Taylor. Finish me.” The words jumped naively out of my mouth, giving my want for the full satisfaction. “Not so fast sweet nurse. Remember, we are following my orders right now.” He then pounded me with his finger even harder causing an even sharper moan. He was not going to let me be consumed with pleasure just yet. He kept my gaze, hunger and lust still apparent in his eyes. His ember was still blazing, ready for me. I was more than ready for it
. I moaned even louder to the thought of it entering me. He smiled again, releasing his finger from within me. My eyes begged for it back. Not knowing that he was ready to take me with is hard piece of flesh at the ready.

  He stood up. My breathing had gotten faster without me realizing it. I tried to slow it down. I didn’t want him to get the idea I wasn’t ready for him to be inside me. He took his ember and grazed it against my thighs. The touch excited me. I had forgotten about my bound arms as I grabbed against the tubing with my hands. “ Are you ready for my last order, Nurse Stacey?”. I could barely mutter this permission from my mouth I was so exasperated. “Good. Because I can hardly hold back from being in you. The pulsing of you makes me so hard I feel like I might explode.” With that he grabbed my limp legs and wrapped them around his hips. He was so hard he didn’t have to motion himself into me.

  He entered me slowly. With every inch placed into me, I became more excited. With that first thrust, I screamed. “Oh honey, don’t get too excited yet. This is just the beginning.” He kept his thrusts slowed and controlled his hands pressing against my back then moving to my thighs. With this new position, my restraints grew slack but my arms still wouldn’t move. They dangled, succumbed to his will. My legs molded into his body perfectly. His arms controlled me now. That and his man piece. He pushed himself into me harder and deeper, burying himself into me. His mouth again found my nipple and he continued to play with them. He knew how to control every aspect of my body, not missing one single pleasure spot. He was indeed in charge and was enjoying every moan that left my mouth.

  His mouth let go of my nipples and eyes found mine again. “I want to keep that inner girl pulsing. Keep it alive. I would fuck you the rest of our shift if I could.” He then looked down where our bodies met and looked up again. He gave two slightly harder thrusts to elicit more screams from me. “Now time to change this up.” He unleashed me causing me to whimper. A desperate whimper left me; my body betraying me once again. “Oh nurse, do not fret. We will return to this. I am a very through man though.”

  He swiveled my body around; my hands more restrained. My backside was facing him now. God. I loved it this way. More of him to take into the depths of me. “Your breasts are perfect but God, your ass is plump to perfection. Firm, good for what I want to do next.” I could feel his hands on my ass cheeks. He rubbed them hard before his right hand met my behind with such force I let out a slight moan. “Should I do more, nurse? “ He didn’t let my voice respond before he planted another spanking on me. I moaned again. He didn’t even know about this kink of mine. He gave me a third, a fourth and a fifth. I could still feel the pulsing within me. It would not wane with his touch. I felt his lips find my neck again and bite down. There went the pleasure sparks back down my spine meeting my pulsing again. He pulled my legs back behind him. His bone ready again to meet me again. “I want you to let me know when you are about to cum. Better yet, I want you to tell me when you have had enough. You may only address me as doctor.” A little control was given to me, possibly. With that, he thrust himself into me again. No warning.

  He grabbed me by my breasts using my legs to support my body as he pumped into me. There was no slowness this time, just pure fucking. Every time he left for the less than second, my body throbbed for more. The longing would always be quenched with another entrance. Each thrust more powerful than the next. God, how could he fuck this hard. I decided to challenge him, “harder,” I gasped between my moaning. He laughed. “Not enough?” He then grabbed my ponytail and the pounding continued. Less time in between. A blaze went within me that I had never felt before. I barely letting go of one moan before the next one left me. I could hear him panting behind me. Our sweat was washed away with the water; our heat lost in the warmth of the shower. To encourage him, I motioned strength into my legs. I could hear him cuss in pleasure. He continually pounded me. I didn’t want this to stop but my body might consume itself soon. I screamed louder and louder, but would not give in. I wouldn’t finish first. I would let him cum into me with the security of my birth control to prevent any complications. I spurred my body’s wish to unleash. I allowed my voice to give in to his need to feel my heat in this moment. “More?” He was yelling at this point, losing the rest of this professional poise and allowing his inner animal to fully take over. He bit my neck more and I let out a scream. I didn’t know how much more I could take. My body would indeed finish first if he kept on like this.

  “ Enough. Let me finish, Doctor. Please.” He smiled stopped pumping focusing his mouth to my neck. “I am not done with you just yet.” He swirled my body around to our faces looking at each other. “ I want to look at you when you cum.” Again, with no warning he entered me again, keeping the same hard and deep. Moans were not continuously escaping me. There was absolutely no restraint. My pleasure was in his hands. I was his to play with. “ I think I am going to c….” and before it could finish leaving my mouth, my inside went full blaze and an orgasm had reached peak. I felt like my lower half was consuming him. He smiled. He had won against me. He had set my fire before I could finish him. Damn. But he wasn’t done. Like any true animal, he would get his grand ending.

  I would grabbed onto his side tightly with my legs. He knew I had cummed but he was still pumping me so hard. “Another time, and you will cum so many more times but this time, nurse, I will hold you to two” Only two. I am lucky to even get one, and even then it isn’t this good. Interrupting my thoughts, the fire restoked. Here we go again. I moans again left my body. I wouldn’t have the resistance to hold off for so long. I used my legs to ride him. He gave a sly smile,” Always wanting to pull your own weight. This is why I love nurses.” He fucked me harder and harder. I could feel his body quiver with every motion. Yes. Its my turn. I will make this man quake on the inside like never before. I continued to ride him while he thrusted away into me. We meshed well, in sync. Just like we did in our codes. Instead of dead bodies, our bodies were very much alive though. Mine felt more alive during this blaze of passion then it ever did before. I could feel the fire spreading this time from my pelvis to my head. The inner heat made me moan louder again. He would set me ablaze again before I could start an earthquake within him. I didn’t know whether to be disappointed or thrilled.

  He let out of roaring moan of his own. Our moans began to sync. His thrusting persisted at the same lightning speed. I hear him starting to pant. Out of breath. He looked intently into me, as if trying to hold onto his last grasp before his body gave in to pleasure. I was grasping again as well. He was no liar, my second cum was imminent. Before I could think about it anymore. I let out one final moan as he moaned louder, letting out a manly grunt as a warm substance filled me. God. My legs were numb, my arms sore. I can’t even describe how my inner self felt. I was out of breath but still his prey. Our warm results of pleasure must have meshed within each other as our body were still melded together we came together. He stared at me, catching his breath. His eyes outlined the mold of our body’s connection up to my face. We let the water pour over of us for several minutes. No movement. Him still inside of me. The intensity of the moment allowed my body to catch up, my mind to gather itself together after all of the above was knocked off its hinges.

  “I do love nurses, but you , nurse Stacey, put them all to shame. You are something my body wants to continually taste. Now, let me release that pretty frame of yours. You have been a good enough girl.” He pulled the scalpel. Before he cut me free, he kissed my breasts, then my neck then finally my lips as he cut me loose. He used his body to catch my exhausted one. Our nakedness still heated from the recent stimulation. With the water still running, he used his hands to wash me. He moved the water from my neck, to my breasts, to my pelvis and teasing me again, used his fingers to put water inside of me. He let out a slight giggle, “we have patients to tend to eventually, we must not play no more today.”

  Today? Would there be more? I caught that glimpse of hope and spark again flashed within me. He was right.
Enough for right now. My thoughts were coming back to me; I would have people looking for me soon. I was too new to be caught in the throes of passion and be able to come back from this. Do people really do this at work? I had only heard it from trashy medical dramas I watched when I got off work. Well now the laugh is on me. The thought of this would make work more exciting. Dr. Taylor put on another pair of spare scrubs. As horrible as they fit everyone, he still made them look good. The scrubs failed to hide his muscles beneath their cotton. I started to grab my shirt, realizing I was without underwear. My nipples had calmed themselves slightly. I made sure to grab one size bigger so that they would be hidden if they decided to emerge again.

  Dr. Taylor stayed my hand before I could pull on my scrub top. He glanced me down one more time, taking me in. He then took the shirt from my hand and slid it over my head, kissing me as my head came through the top. He put his hands through my shirt guiding my hands through the sleeves. I went to pull the scrub pants back on and he met my hands and guided the pants all the way up to my hips. I never thought putting on clothes would be as much as a turn on as it was now. As he finished pulling my pants on, a siren went off. Another code blue to go to, another patient in need. He gave me one last look,” Duty calls us. Maybe we will have another round left in us once this is over.” He gazed at me one more time. Taking me in again with his eyes. He put on his stethoscope and placed mine back around my neck. He grabbed his suitcase, trashing our sex utensils into the trash. At least this code will disguise us leaving the locker room together. I checked myself out in the mirror. No one would notice the slight wetness in my hair. No one would second guess the scrubs. My make up had barely been ruffled. It was as if nothing but a code, not this passionate intercourse, had occurred. Now on to the next one, my adrenaline still surging. How I had anything left, I had no clue. This career and this interlude kept my nurse fire burning.