*I highly suggest you read the opening to the story, as it establishes a lot of important visuals, and helps the story to make a tiny bit of sense(which I think is important in a fantasy). If, however, you wish to skip straight to the action, scroll to the line with the big, bold beep.*
It was 8 o’clock on a Monday morning, and Claire Reed was getting ready for her first day at the hospital. She had done a few training modules on the hospital computers, but this was her first real day on the job. Wrapped in a towel from her morning shower, she took a moment to admire her new name tag.
“Nurse Reed,” she read aloud. In smaller text below was her full title, ‘Clarence Reed, RN.’ She had dreaded being called by her full first name here, as she always thought it sounded pretentious, but everyone here went by their last name. The two letters following her name made her nervous. *RN* Claire wasn’t a real nurse. She had never finished her nursing degree, but she knew enough. She figured she would be able to bs her way through the interview process of a place that calls itself a “sexual hospital” as long as she was really hot. She was.
Claire was 22 years old, 5’6″ and she had always exercised to maintain her figure, which was stunning regardless. Despite being thin, she had an excellent hip to waist ratio and her breasts were a firm, round C cup. She had naturally blonde hair which she kept at a medium length with long bangs swept to one side, and she had a light tan from time spent at the beach over the summer.
The interview process went smoothly, and had a lot less of the “alternative science” type of stuff she expected from the hospital’s name. The interview mostly went over her knowledge of actual medical science, so she assumed she must have been hired based on looks and personality. But none of that mattered now, this was her first day, and whether or not she was a real nurse everyone thought she was now.
She started to put on her new uniform, if you could call it that. The hospital’s uniform and grooming code was as strict as it was revealing. Hair on head must be kept in a mid-height ponytail at all times, eyebrows must be neatly groomed, and all other body hair must be shaved or waxed. Claire had been waxing since she was a cheerleader in high school, so she didn’t mind that. What she did mind was the uniform itself. She was given what seemed to be underwear or swimsuit bottoms which consisted of a single, small white triangle with red edges and a small red cross in the middle. At the corners of the triangle were red strings meant to be tied in the back. Claire looked in the mirror after figuring out how to tie the strings properly, and she saw that the red cross on this assembly-required thong sat dead center on her pubic bone. Also included was a matching bikini top, consisting of two white triangles which also had red crosses in the middle and and red edges, with strings on each corner connecting the two triangles and made to be tied behind the back and neck. When all of it was put together, it looked like a fairly normal bikini, albeit a very slutty one. On top of these went a five inch red skirt which zipped on the side and wouldn’t cover her ass and a white, short-sleeved “jacket” which only came down to her bikini top strings in the back. She was to wear strappy red heels which were tall but shorter than she might have expected, and a small nurse’s cap which was probably the largest piece of fabric on her body. This was ridiculous, but she had to admit she felt attractive. To finish it off, she clipped her name tag on the string between her breasts, and began her morning drive.
On the way there, she wondered what she would be doing, and grew nervous. The interviews were never clear on what exactly her day to day duties would be, and combined with this outfit… The reason she interviewed for the job in the first place was an ad promising a 75k starting salary, and the contract she signed was for 80k. This was *good* money, especially for a 22 year old girl who didn’t finish a nursing degree. She reminded herself that whatever she was doing, it couldn’t be *too* crazy, and she started to calm down.
Claire arrived at the hospital’s employee entrance, a part of the building she had never seen as all interviews and training took place in the offices near the visitor entrance. She saw several women dressed just like she was. The only difference was that many of them had a thin chain worn around their waist like a belt. She presumed they must be other nurses, because there were a few slightly older women dressed a good bit differently, and their white coats suggested to Claire that they must be doctors. When she got inside the air was hot, probably 85 degrees, but no one seemed to mind. Nurses and doctors, all female walked around confidently, and seemed not to notice the heat despite sweat beading on their skin like dew. The room smelled lightly of sweat and some sort of perfume. It was almost arousing just to be here. She walked to the desk to sign in.
“Hi, I’m Claire,” she said, “and I’m supposed to be starting my shift today. Do you know where I should go?” The pleasant-seeming desk attendant, who wore only a light blue bikini, looked at her screen for a moment and said, “You’ll be working with Dr. Morgan, in room 413. The elevators are down the hall to your right.” “Thank you,” Claire replied, “but wait, is it always this hot in here?” “Oh, of course!” said the attendant, proudly, “at Jerkins we believe that a warm environment like this one fosters a therapeutic form of healing for the patients, almost like being in a sauna.” Claire thought that seemed unsanitary, but decided not to press it. She thanked the attendant and went toward the elevator.
On the elevator were a few other nurses, one of whom held the door for Claire. It was odd, she had never been in an environment so completely filled with attractive women who seemed to feel completely at ease with one another. Claire noticed the nurse who held the door had one of those chains around her waist, and that there was a small pendant hanging from it on the right side of her stomach. The pendant Claire recognized as the caduceus symbol, the medical symbol she had learned about in undergrad. Claire wondered why she wasn’t given a chain, but she decided not to worry about it now, as the doors were opening.
Claire stepped out onto the fourth floor and made her way to room 413. She took a deep breath, and she knocked on the door. The door opened, and from behind it stepped a tall, beautiful brunette. She seemed to be about 30 and was quite pale-skinned, but that took nothing from her. She wore her hair long and wavy, and she wore glasses which Claire suspected she didn’t need. She wore the doctor’s version of this hospital’s uniform, which Claire could see consisted of a high-cut red swimsuit made of a shiny, stretchy fabric. In the center of the red suit was a white cross, the center of which rested on her belly button. The “stripes” of the cross wrapped all the way around the waist horizontally and all the way from her bursting cleavage to between her legs vertically, drawing the eye between her glistening thighs. Over this she wore a white labcoat which she obviously wore open in the front, and red stockings which almost came up to her mid thigh. Her heels were as tall as Claire’s, but her long legs almost made them redundant. Her stethoscope hung between her large, lightly glistening breasts. Claire had never been attracted to a woman, but meeting this woman was like sitting next to your high school crush.
“Hi, I’m, uh,” Claire managed to stutter. “You’re Nurse Reed, and I’m Dr. Morgan.” Her voice was pleasant, and she wasn’t being curt, she just seemed to recognize the effect her appearance had on others. Claire appreciated being cut off, as talking had suddenly become hard. Dr. Morgan motioned her inside and closed the door. “So, what would you like me to do?” Claire asked. “Well, at the moment I’m checking on our patient,” Dr. Morgan motioned to the bed, on which lay a man who appeared to be asleep. The heat had caused his hospital gown to wilt, giving definition to his muscular body, and revealing a particularly large bulge at his crotch. Claire felt like she shouldn’t have noticed that. “His name is Mr. Jacobs, and he fell into a coma last week,” Dr. Morgan continued, “he was transferred here a few days ago, as we have a decent track record with these types of cases and there’s a much lower risk of complications here due to the fact that we don’t work with infectious disease. We’ve been monitoring his vitals and he’s been stable so far, but hasn’t shown much progress.” “So, what exactly can we do for someone like him?” Claire asked. “We try to keep their heart rates above 50 beats per minute,” said Dr. Morgan, “as anything lower than that has the potential to cause brain damage or other nasty effects.” “Wow,” said Claire, stupidly, “so do we jus-”
**-BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP-**
Claire was cut off by an awful beeping noise. Dr. Morgan ran to the machine and pressed a button which let it know someone had responded, and it switched to a quieter but still urgent-sounding series of beeps. She turned to Claire, “his heart rate has fallen into the low 40s, it looks like you might be learning a lot today.” The sense of urgency in her voice made Claire swallow. “What do we do?” she asked. “I’ll guide you through it,” said Dr. Morgan, “Our action here is critical, but there is a set of procedures, so the important thing is that you don’t panic.” “Okay,” Claire agreed, not sure if she could hold to it. “First thing’s first,” began Dr. Morgan, “lift his gown.” Claire figured she must have misheard. “What?!” she exclaimed. “Pull Mr. Jacobs’ hospital gown off of his lower body,” Dr. Morgan clarified. Claire reluctantly grabbed the edge of the patient’s gown and began to pull it upwards over his muscular stomach, revealing the biggest cock Claire had ever seen. It must have been eight inches long and two inches wide, and it was still soft. It wasn’t ugly or veiny, and the whole area was shaved clean, hospital policy. It was a light tan color, and the head was a delicious shade of pink. Claire was embarrassed to be looking at it, and she felt her cheeks turning red.
“Now, wrap your fingers around the penis and stroke lightly from head to base,” said Dr. Morgan. “What?!” Claire exclaimed. “Claire, we don’t have time for you to ignore my orders, we have to raise Mr. Jacobs’ heart rate.” Claire suddenly felt stupid for being so surprised, and the urgency of Mr. Jacobs’ heart mixed with her own desire to touch this cock convinced her to continue. She wrapped her hand around it, just below the head, and realized her fingers couldn’t reach all the way around. Dr. Morgan handed Claire a bottle of light, clear oil, which Claire rubbed between her hands. She began to stroke slowly with her right hand, and Dr. Morgan stood by her side and continued to give orders, kindly but sternly.
“Rub the patient’s testicles with your non-dominant hand.” Claire obeyed, and as she lifted his cock with her right hand she could feel how heavy it was, her pussy began quivering.
“Hold a bit tighter and pay more attention to the head.” Claire obeyed this as well, but didn’t feel she was doing a good job.
“His heart rate remains the same, and the penis is not growing erect. Do you know what to do next?” asked the doctor. Embarrassed again, Claire responded, “I, I don’t. There was nothing like this in the training modules.” “Nonetheless, we must move on to step two. Bend over at the hip and place the head of the penis into your mouth.” Claire’s cheeks blushed bright red. All of society stopped making sense to her for a moment, and she felt like a slut, but she also knew she desperately wanted this cock in her mouth. She placed her feet shoulder width apart, bent straight forward at the hip, and using both hands, fed the massive head into her mouth. The oil was flavored and tasted like strawberries, and the cock throbbed in her mouth. She began to suck, and moved her tongue around, lightly caressing either side of the cock. Much to her satisfaction, it began to harden. She continued to suck and stroke as the cock grew, finally becoming almost a foot long, and almost three inches wide at the base. She could feel her own heart pounding, and her inner thighs were dripping wet. Liquid flowed down past her knees, and she doubted it was sweat. She knew that was silly, though, because there was no way in hell she could take this thing.
Dr. Morgan seemed impressed. She grabbed the patient’s cock at the base, and Claire, bobbing and sucking, felt jealous as if to say, “please don’t take it away.” Dr. Morgan seemed concerned. She said, “the patient has developed a full erection, but his heart rate has yet to rise. We may have to move on to step three.” Claire had an idea of what step three might be, and her eyes grew wide, but she was suddenly distracted by Dr. Morgan, who was walking behind her. The doctor placed her hand at the waistband of Claire’s skirt and unzipped it, allowing it to fall to the floor. Claire knew her ass was now fully exposed, clothed only in the thin red string of her thong. She was worried about what Dr. Morgan might do, but was torn between that thought and the thought of the massive, delicious, throbbing cock in her mouth. She decided to focus on swallowing all of the fluid in her mouth and on trying to get more out, when she felt a tug on her panties.
She felt the thong come untied, and saw it fall to the floor between her legs, carrying with it a long thread of clear liquid. Her pussy quivered and her eyes widened, but before she could utter a word she felt the doctor grab one hip with each hand, and greet her pussy with a long, slow lick. Claire’s legs shook, and she let out the most sincere moan she ever had. Morgan only responded, “keep sucking.” Claire did, and the doctor unleashed lick after lick after lick on her quivering pussy. She got faster and faster, to the point Claire thought she might cum, but the doctor pulled away and said, “You’re ready. Now, climb on top of the bed and stand with one foot on each side of the patient’s hips.”
Claire followed reluctantly. She knew she couldn’t go through with this, but was unsure of how to say so. She climbed up, and as she stood over the massive member of Mr. Jacobs, which now lied upward on top his stomach, she gave the doctor a fearful look. “Now,” Dr. Morgan continued, “place your knees onto the bed, your hands on the patient’s chest, and lower your vulva onto the underside of his penis. Then, begin to rub your vulva against the underside of the penis.” Claire followed, relieved that she didn’t have to follow through with actual intercourse yet. She slid back and forth across the lengthy phallus, and enjoyed herself fully, but Dr. Morgan interrupted her. “Now, raise yourself up and allow the patient’s penis to enter your vagina.”
Claire had to stop. She looked the doctor in the eyes and said, “I can’t do this. I’ve never had anything this big inside of me before.” Dr. Morgan simply said, “try.” Claire lifted her hips upward, and she used her hand to guide the head to her pussy. It sat there at the entrance, and as she began to lower herself she felt like she was sitting on a baseball bat. She looked tearfully at the doctor and mouthed, “I can’t.” The doctor told her to remove her jacket, then walked over and untied the strings behind her neck. Claire’s top fell forward, revealing her hardened nipples. Dr. Morgan leaned forward, and began to suck on the right breast. Claire was in a perfect blend of pleasure and pain, and she began to feel herself stretching, allowing in this massive rod centimeter by centimeter, until she had allowed four inches inside. Then, the doctor pulled away and said, “Now, pump up and down slowly.” Claire did so as slowly as she could, and with each pump she allowed a little bit more inside. Her pussy ached, and she equally wanted to keep going and to get off, but she persisted. The heart monitor began to beep a bit faster, and just as Claire was lowering herself, the patient’s hips bucked upward, driving his cock all the way into Claire’s pussy. She screamed out a loud moan, but she knew this was important. Without a moment of hesitation, she began to bounce up and down, grinding her clitoris into the man’s pelvis with each descent.
Within seconds she felt herself orgasm. Her whole body quaked and her pussy contracted over and over and over. It went on for at least a full minute, and when it was over, she lacked the energy to continue bouncing. Dr. Morgan looked at her and said, “You’ve done well, but we need to raise his heart rate a bit more. I’ll take it from here.” As Claire got down off of the bed, Dr. Morgan hung up her coat. Claire fell to her knees in the floor and stayed there to rest, sweat pouring down her face. Dr. Morgan walked to Claire, put a foot on either side of Claire’s legs, and pulled the crotch of her leotard aside to reveal her perfect, hairless pussy. Without a moment’s notice, she grabbed the back of Claire’s head by the pony tail and pulled it into her own pussy. Claire didn’t argue. She began to eat the doctor’s pussy like it was her last meal, and she honestly was quite thirsty. After half a minute, the doctor released her and removed her leotard, revealing two massive but perky breasts. She hung the suit next to her coat and moved to the bed. Claire sat back to enjoy the view, just noticing Dr. Morgan’s amazing round ass. Dr. Morgan got on top of the patient, cowgirl style, and effortlessly lowered herself onto his cock. She began to pump herself up and down, revealing almost the full length of Mr. Jacobs’ cock with each lift. Claire watched and, with one hand cradling her aching pussy, couldn’t imagine being able to fuck that hard. Dr. Morgan’s breasts bounced beautifully, and they started to drip with sweat. She looked over her shoulder at the heart machine, and she began to pump even faster but with shorter motions. As she continued to bounce harder and faster, she reached between her legs and grabbed the patient’s balls. The machine beeped faster and faster, and the patient’s legs began to shake. Claire could tell he was pumping load after load into the doctor. Dr. Morgan slowed her pumping to a minimum, and quivered each time she reached the base of the cock. She stopped pumping and just sat there with her head arched back, catching her breath. Eventually, she pulled herself off of the patient, and stood on the floor, cum running down her legs. She struggled to catch her breath still, and sweat ran down her whole body. She looked at Claire and said, matter-of-factly, “There, stabilized.”
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