Whispers in the Hospital

In the sterile, white halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella wandered. She was a vision of beauty amidst the sickness, with long, dark hair cascading down her back and small but perky breasts that bounced gently with each step she took. She was nude, her hospital gown discarded in favor of feeling the cool, artificial air against her skin.

She found herself in a utility closet, the door left ajar by a thoughtless employee. Inside, she found what she was looking for: a moment of privacy in a place that was anything but. She leaned against the shelves, her heart pounding in her chest as she closed her eyes and let her hands wander over her body.

It wasn’t long before she heard the soft footsteps of someone approaching. She opened her eyes, her breath hitching in her throat as she saw a man standing in the doorway. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through her. He was dressed in scrubs, his name tag reading “Dr. Jackson.”

Isabella’s heart raced as she took in the sight of him. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted him, and she was going to have him.

Dr. Jackson hesitated for a moment, but then he stepped into the closet, closing the door behind him. Isabella’s breath caught in her throat as he approached her, his eyes dark with desire.

“I’ve been watching you,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”

Isabella’s heart pounded in her chest as she reached out and touched his chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles through his scrubs.

“Take me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Dr. Jackson didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled off his scrubs, revealing a hard, muscular body that made Isabella’s mouth water. He pulled her close, his hands wandering over her body as he kissed her deeply.

Isabella moaned as his tongue explored her mouth, her hands running over his back and down to his ass. She pulled him closer, grinding her hips against his as she felt his hard cock press against her.

Dr. Jackson’s hands found her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples as she gasped and moaned. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and over her shoulder as he nibbled and licked her skin.

Isabella’s head fell back as she felt his mouth on her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple as he sucked and nibbled. She moaned, her hips grinding against his as she felt her desire build.

Dr. Jackson’s hand wandered down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip before slipping between her legs. She gasped as he found her clit, his fingers rubbing and teasing her as she moaned and writhed.

“Please,” she begged, her voice barely audible. “I need you inside me.”

Dr. Jackson didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard and ready. He pushed inside her slowly, letting her body adjust to his size.

Isabella moaned as he filled her, her hips meeting his as he began to thrust. He moved slowly at first, but then he picked up the pace, his hips slapping against hers as she moaned and gasped.

Their moans filled the small space, mingling with the sound of skin on skin. Isabella’s nails dug into Dr. Jackson’s back as she felt herself nearing the edge, her legs trembling with the effort of holding herself up.

Dr. Jackson’s thrusts became more urgent, his hips moving faster and harder as he chased his own release. Isabella moaned, her body tightening as she felt herself on the brink.

With one final thrust, Dr. Jackson sent her over the edge. She cried out, her body shaking as she came hard around him. He followed soon after, his cock twitching as he filled her with his release.

They stood there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat as they caught their breath. Dr. Jackson pulled out of her, his cock still hard and wet.

Isabella smiled, reaching out and taking his hand.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice soft.

Dr. Jackson smiled back, his eyes filled with warmth.

“Anytime,” he said.

They got dressed in silence, their bodies still humming with pleasure. When they were

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