In the sterile halls of the city hospital, a woman with long, flowing hair moved silently. Her name was Eleanora, but she went by Ella. She was a nurse, and she had small breasts and a slender figure. She had been working a double shift, and now she was finally finished. As she walked, she felt a familiar ache between her legs. She had been wet all day, her mind filled with filthy thoughts. She had a patient, a man named Jack, who was particularly handsome. She had caught herself staring at him more than once, imagining what it would be like to feel his strong hands on her body.
As she walked down the hall, she saw Jack’s door open, and she felt a surge of desire. She walked in, and he looked up, a small smile on his face.
“Hello, nurse,” he said, his voice low and deep.
“Hello, Mr. Thompson,” she replied, her voice shaking slightly. “I was just making my rounds.”
He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes taking in her small breasts and the way her nipples were hard under her scrubs. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks, and she looked away.
“I’m glad you came in,” he said, his voice soft. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
She looked up at him, her eyes wide. “You have?”
He nodded. “Yes. I’ve been imagining what it would be like to touch you, to taste you.”
She felt a shiver run down her spine, and she couldn’t help but imagine it too. She had never been with a patient before, but something about him made her want to break the rules.
“I’ve been imagining it too,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He stood up, and she took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest. He moved towards her, and she felt a thrill of excitement. He reached out, and she held her breath as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes locked on hers.
She felt a surge of desire, and she leaned in, pressing her lips to his. He kissed her back, his tongue exploring her mouth. She moaned softly, feeling his hands on her body. He slid his hands under her scrubs, cupping her small breasts. She gasped as he pinched her nipples, feeling them harden under his fingers.
He broke the kiss, and she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire. He smiled, and then he was on his knees, his face buried between her legs. She cried out as he licked her pussy, his tongue exploring every inch of her. She felt him slide a finger inside her, and she moaned, pushing against him. He added another finger, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her legs trembling.
He sucked on her clit, and she felt herself explode, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
He stood up, and she looked at him, her eyes wide. He smiled, and then he was undressing, his cock hard and thick. She reached out, touching him, feeling him twitch under her fingers. He groaned, and then he was pushing inside her, filling her completely.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. He started to thrust, and she moaned, feeling him hit her G-spot. He leaned down, kissing her as he fucked her. She could feel another orgasm building, and she moaned, her nails digging into his back.
“Harder, harder,” she gasped.
He thrust harder, and she felt herself explode, her orgasm ripping through her. She cried out, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
He groaned, and then he was filling her, his cum hot and sticky. She moaned, feeling him twitch inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his breath hot against her neck.
She ran her fingers through his hair, feeling content and sated. She had never felt this way before, and she knew she would never forget this moment. She closed her eyes, and for the first time in a long time, she felt truly happy.
The end.
