Late Shift (FF, Futanari on Female)

She hadn’t been on the floor for an hour before the talk started.

Every nurse found a reason to *swing by* her room, you know, peek for themselves and see what all the fuss was about.

“Did you see her?” Rhonda sat behind the main desk, glasses perched on the end of her nose, so happy to be the one to tell me about the latest *strange* case. It was Rhonda’s thing, she loved the strange, the odd patients. She liked to keep a list that she would read off at the Christmas party every year.

Rhonda’s Favorites never failed to fill the room with laughter.

We usually got one every week or so, a patient that had done something strange or had something strange done to them or had been bitten by something strange. The hospital just happened to be in a pretty big city, which means a lot of people. And a lot of people, means a lot of possibility.

I had already been on shift for six hours and had heard no less than ten nurses, 3 nurse practitioners, and three doctors, talk about the woman in 305C. Everyone had something to say about her and *it.*

She was on my list of things to run and check on, but Cathedral was busy as fuck because of the holiday and I was already working on five hours overtime for the week. But I had not made it to the far end of wing *yet*. “No,” I made a note on one chart and picked up another, “but the way everyone’s talking, you would think no one had ever seen a decent prick before. Also, I guess Dr. Clemons said she was, and I quote, ‘hot as fuck’, end quote.” I laughed. (Dr. Clemons had been known to report doctors who used such language to HR.)

Rhonda sat back in her chair and laughed, her large breasts heaved and bounced as she chuckled and pushed her glasses back up on her nose. “Girl, you don’t even know! You know I love Mr. Peters, been married eighteen years, thank the Lord, but that woman down there? I almost think God would understand.” Her eyes disappeared into her cheeks when she laughed, and she looked like a very happy, very round teddy bear with a head full of thin, black braids.

“Well, I heard she wasn’t leaving until tomorrow, so I’ll get by before I leave. Can’t miss the latest curiosity.” I winked and smiled, even though my insides were aching.

There was a reason I hadn’t made it down to 305C. All day long, all I could think about, were the pics I had found on Lexi’s phone. She had left it at my house that morning, took off for work without it, and when I had been standing in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, and starting to think about the day ahead, you know, just sort of planning things, I had heard it beep.

At first, I was like, *oh, that’s Lexi’s phone.* Then I was like *oh, Lexi left her phone.*

I didn’t check it. I mean, I hadn’t meant to. I had walked into the bedroom, saw the phone on the floor beside the bed, and picked it up.

Sure, and then I had swiped my finger across the screen and, in doing so, I had seen the notification – *Lisa FB, My place after work?*

Then I had touched it. I had had to touch it. I hadn’t recognized the name, had never heard Lexi mention a Lisa…*and what was FB, Facebook, Fuck Buddy?*

I had scrolled back through it.

It had been a lengthy text chain, a long list of back and forth entries, and it didn’t take two minutes to see that Lisa and Lexi had been meeting in secret and fucking, for a while, like at least once a week, sometimes a few times a week, for…my fingers had scrolled back more than a couple of months before I had thrown the phone across the room where it had exploded into a bunch of pieces.

What do you call someone you have sex with almost once a week – every time you don’t sleep over at your girlfriend’s house and sometimes during the day? We weren’t married, so you couldn’t call Lisa FB a mistress, or could you?

Now, I like to think of myself as mature, like to think that I am not the kind of woman to just fly off the handle at the slightest thing, but there had been pictures in that text stream, pictures from two days before, pictures that had been more than a little graphic – Lisa coming out of the shower, Lisa on the bed with a vibrator planted at the top of her pussy while my dildo was engulfed therein.

The anger and misery felt like acid in the pit of my stomach.

At first, I had wanted to throw everything that belonged to Lexi out the door. I had paced the hallway for about twenty minutes, naked and angry, just walking back and forth. Thinking. The anger hurt my chest. I had no idea how I was supposed to react to something like that. It had been too much, too much to think about especially with a busy ahead. One that was impossible to cancel.

And so, I had shut it away and just become angry.

All day long it had been building, under the surface, under the pleasant smile nurses have the innate ability to turn on and off like a light switch.

Lexi and I had been dating for four months, we had promised to be monogamous after three, but it was pretty clear that Lexi and I had two different definitions for the word.

“You alright, Stacey?” Rhonda broke through my reverie and I realized I had been standing beside her staring down at the chart in my hand the entire time I had been replaying the events of the morning in my head.

“Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about…” I slipped the chart into the stack of other charts I still had to enter and wandered down the hall.

It was a Tuesday afternoon, I had another hour of patients and then more to finish my charts. The hospital was bustling, people everywhere, the constant din of talking nurses and doctors, the intercom chirping in and out. The squeak of this cart or that gurney.

My hands in my pockets, the angry burned in my chest. I put one foot in front of the other and watched as the little squares of linoleum passed under my feet. I ignored everything. I wanted to become part of my surroundings. I wanted to melt away into the little shades of gray in the white floor tile, just become part of something else.

I also wanted revenge. I wanted to find a way to hurt her the way I was hurting.

The heels of my shoes clacked under me. I felt my notepad in my pocket. A patient coughed to my left.

And while my body kept walking, putting one foot in front of the other, I kept trying to figure out exactly how I was supposed to feel and what I was supposed to do.

The entire thing had, kind of, blindsided me. I mean, I felt like Lexi and I had been good together. We didn’t get as much time as either of us would have liked, but I’m a nurse and she’s a pharma rep – we were both very busy people.

It had seemed so perfect.

I wondered what Lisa did. Was she a young doctor? Some woman Lexi had met when trying to work an account? Was she an old fling? She was certainly not ashamed of her body or sending dirty pics, I thought back to her spread eagle on my bed, working herself in front of Lexi and the camera.

*How long had it been going on? How did I not see it?*

I kind of came to in front of a young man with dark hair and a broken arm. I had apparently wandered into his room while I had been thinking. I had his chart in my hand and he smiled up at me.

“They finally sent me a pretty one?” He gave me a mischievous grin when I looked up from the chart.

It took me a minute to realize that I had wandered from the nurse’s station down the hall, and back into my rotation without even realizing it.

“John,” I smiled at the high school football player sitting up in bed, “how is the arm feeling?”

“Better now,” he smiled.

John had broken his arm in three places on Friday night, had been through two emergency surgeries over the weekend, and was still *flying* on pain pills – pills that had obviously removed any sort of filter the young man had.

That and all his inhibitions. His dick, which I was sure was hard enough to scratch glass was proudly standing at full attention under the sheets and he didn’t even realize it, he just sort of sat there, smiling up at me, lost in the pleasant haze.

“Well, the doctor will be in later this evening to check you again, is there anything…” I glanced at the window on the far side of the room and saw two nurses staring in but doing their best not to be too obvious. I gave them a scolding look and closed the blinds. “Would you like some water or…”

“No,” he looked me over again, slowing scanning my body from head to toe, “I think I’m good feeling.” He reached under the covers and I watched him absent-mindedly grab his boner.

I smiled. I knew it was the medicine. I touched the remote and turned the television on over my head which distracted him immediately.

“Let me know if you need anything.” I set the chart back in the little tray at the end of his bed and left the room. Another nurse, Melody, was standing outside the door pretending to look at a chart. “Melody,” I smiled.

“How about that boner?” Melody blushed, “if I was a younger woman. Whoa,” she waved her hand in front of her face like she was suddenly hot, “and have you seen…”

“305C? No, but it’s on my list,” I shook my head and walked away.

Two hours later, I was on my last chart, sitting where Rhonda had been earlier in the day, when Melody answered the phone and told me Lexi was on the line.

My insides went cold. I had been thinking about her and us and Lisa all day, but I still had no idea what I was supposed to say without screaming and trying to kill her. The horrible thing was, she didn’t even know that I had found about. She had no idea.

I pushed the tip of my pen into the chart in front of me as hard as I could. I was angry, like there was a volcano somewhere deep inside of me ready to explode, but I was at work and I wasn’t about to make a scene in the middle of the nurse’s station. The gossip-feeders would eat me alive for weeks. No one likes to become someone else’s soap opera.

“Stacey, sorry about the call, I left my cell phone at your house.,” her voice betrayed nothing, like she either hadn’t realized that I might find it or didn’t expect me to go through it or…I couldn’t even think of another option.

My brain kept screaming obscenities.

“Oh, yeah, um, no problem,” I gripped the edge of the desk as hard as I could trying to keep myself from exploding. “I have a couple more hours here, lots of paperwork. Why don’t you grab your phone and we can get together tomorrow night or Thursday?” I have no idea why I said what I said, but it was all that came out.

“Oh, um, ok. You don’t want me to just wait for you at your place?” She sounded unsure, like she could tell something wasn’t right.

“No, it’s fine. I doubt I will make it home tonight,” I lied.

“Yeah, cool, I will run by your place and grab my phone and then,” she paused, and I stared at the white splotches across my knuckles, the color change that occurred because of my grip on the countertop. “Yeah, I’ll grab my phone and call you tomorrow?”

“Sure,” I thought of it shattered into a million pieces next to the bed. She was going to find it. She was going to know I knew.

But why did I feel rotten about it? “Call me tomorrow.” I hung up the phone. I wondered if she would go to Lisa’s tonight. I knew she would.

“Everything alright?” Melody was looking over my chart, but we both knew she had been eavesdropping.

“Yeah,” I let go of the counter and stretched my hand open and closed. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

Melody walked away, and I got back to the last of my charts.

***

I didn’t sleep well that night. When I got home, Lexi had already cleaned everything out of the apartment. It was like she had never existed. At least, that’s what she tried for. But it was the silence, the void, that proved she had been there.

And I expected the sadness to bury me, but the anger balanced it.

I grabbed a box out of the recycling bin, walked into the bathroom, and started clearing out the stuff I knew she had forgotten. Razor, shampoo, soap. Poof it all went into the box. Then I was off to the bedroom a search for anything she may have left behind.

Honestly, I wanted to set it all on fire, throw each piece into the little chimenea that sat out on the balcony, but instead, I put everything in the middle of the dining room table and poured a glass of wine.

There wasn’t much really. When it was all together in the box, everything of her I could find, I suddenly realized where she and I really had been in our relationship and there was a stark difference between where I thought we had been and where we were.

*I am just another Lisa to her.* I refilled the wine glass in front of me. I hated the fact that Lisa knew about me. She enjoyed being the other woman. The anger was like acid, an alcohol-infused acid that burned through everything. *I’m going to get her back.*

When I woke up, there was an empty bottle of wine on the bedside table and a pile of clothes at the end of the bed that I didn’t immediately remember putting there.

I got a shower and started through the pile wondering exactly what had happened, but then I saw the black bra that I had only worn once, a week after Lexi and I had started dating. It was a front-clip demi that barely covered my nipples.

Lexi hadn’t been ready for me that night. We had gone to dinner and a movie and then drinks. By the time we had gotten back to my place, we were both half-drunk and all kinds of horny. I had bought the bra, a garter and black thigh high stockings for the occasion and she had been more than a little appreciative.

I picked up the bra, slipped my arms through the straps, and clipped it closed. I scooped my girls into position and stared down at my cleavage. The bra still fit, and my breasts sat in the demi like two perfect mounds of flesh. I went to the drawer and found the garter belt, a little lace number that was about as wide as two fingers. The stockings were hanging in the closet and I put them on too, pulling each one up and clipping the little straps onto the belt.

Wearing sexy shit under your scrubs was like a secret fetish. I knew a few girls that did it. Nothing like stepping into the bathroom at two in the morning, stripping down, and taking a few shots for your Instagram. Always a nice little rush of adrenaline. Or, you know, if you were fucking someone at work, why not wear something secretly sexy under your uniform?

Turning in the mirror, I gave myself a good once over. The results were better than I had expected. The outfit still fi. My breasts were two pillows on top of the demi, pudding that jiggled every time I moved.

I looked pretty good, the belt accentuated a little curve above my hips.

So, I put my put my scrubs over the black bra, thigh-high stockings, and garter belt. I needed to feel sexy even if it was only for me.

***

Halfway through the morning, I was heading toward a supply closet on the far end of the hall, when I saw three nurses standing outside of 305C, out of view of the door and whispering like school kids.

All three looked up at once and seemed to blush simultaneously. “Ladies?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Oh,” Melody started for the middle station, halfway down the hall and the others fell in line behind her, all giggles and blush.

I saw the open doorway and the numbers beside it and shook my head. *Man, whoever she is…* I was almost by the door when a melodious voice rang out. “Um, nurse?”

I froze. *Was that 305C?*

“Can you help me out here?”

I turned through the open door and found a young woman in her twenties with sandy blonde hair trying to get out of her bed, but her robe’s tie had apparently gotten caught on the arm of the opposite side of the bed and she was kind of caught like a dog at the end of her leash.

She blushed the moment our eyes met. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I can’t seem to get the tie…”

I moved across the room and reached my fingers down between the frame and the arm where it was caught, but when I got there, I couldn’t help but notice the back of her robe was pulled open and she was naked.

Her body had the curves of Adonis. She was toned, muscular but still supple. A perfect hourglass. And between her legs was the perfect little curve of her cunt and then, hanging down in front, lower, I saw the head of her dick.

I almost choked. The attraction was instant. I could feel the chemistry. She was thinking the same thing I was. I knew it.

“Thank you so much,” she reached back and tried to close the robe as soon as the tension on the strap was gone.

“No problem,” I started back around the bed.

“I’m Max,” she blushed and offered her hand, “thanks for the rescue.”

I felt myself blush and I looked away from her glittering eyes. Down, to the bulge in the front of her robe.

My head was spinning.

I was smitten. I mean, I was crushing, hard.

The girls had been right, there was something about her. It was like she was perfect. She was adorable, yummy, and every other adjective they had used to describe him.

In addition to the physique that looked like it had been chiseled out of stone, she had misty blue eyes, a thick, pouty lips, and baby smooth skin. She was unbelievable.

It was like we had been visited by a runway model, except she also had a cock.

“No problem,” I let go of her hand when I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. “I’m Stacey,” I pointed to the little name tag on my blouse.

“I haven’t seen you before,” she stood and stretched her arms over her head which ruffled her hospital gown a bit and played the fabric across the shape of her breasts, which were as ample as my own, with nipples that stuck out.

“I, um,” I averted my eyes from the shape of her thighs and the bulge in the thin fabric, “I’m not assigned to these rooms, I was just, um, was heading to get a chart…”

“That sucks,” She looked me over and a little tingle of excitement moved through me. “You’re the prettiest one so far,” she winked and started toward the bathroom. “Excuse me for a second.”

“Yeah, I, uh, I have to get back to…”

She looked over her shoulder and grinned. “What time do you get off?”

My cheeks were on fire and my palms were sweaty. “Around eight,” I blurted out the words as the left cheek of her ass came into view again.

“Good. I get out in an hour. Want to have dinner?”

A thousand thoughts raced through my head all at once – *was I allowed to have dinner with a patient? What were all the other nurses going to think? Oh my god, I had no idea she was so hot. Look at that little ass! I just want to smack it. I wonder if she’s good in bed? And she comes with the dildo already installed!*

“Stacey,” the sound of my name brought me back to 305C where Max was still standing in front of the bathroom door, “are you staring at my ass?”

I almost choked and realized that I was, that I had been, that the left cheek of her ass, now wiggling a little as she moved it back and forth and laughed, was exactly what I had been staring at. “Um,” I couldn’t find another option, “yes?”

“Good,” she pulled the little string and robe opened along the back again. She turned around and sat down. She looked me over. “I’ll stare at your ass after dinner.” She winked and closed the door. I took a deep breath.

*What just happened?*

***

At seven thirty, a woman in a green shirt showed up at the nurse’s station with a bouquet of flowers, red, yellow, and purple tulips in a beautifully-curved vase. “Stacey?” The woman looked at the sheet in her hand. “Nurse Stacey, third floor?”

“Yes, that’s me.” I signed the sheet and then pulled the card from the vase. *Can’t wait to stare at your ass tonight. -Max*

All at once, I couldn’t sort my feelings. On the one hand, I was as giddy and excited as a high school girl that just got asked to the prom by the cutest girl in school. But on the other hand, I was angry and boiling with rage.

Lexi had never once bought be flowers. *Of course, Lexi was too busy fucking two women to buy anyone flowers.* I thought of the pictures of Lisa on the bed and coming out of the shower, the shameless exhibition, the comfort she had displayed, and I wondered.

***

“So, you’ve been a nurse of a couple of years, you said?” Max pushed away the little tray of cafeteria food and smiled at me.

“Yeah, two and a half years.” I was sitting on the edge of the bed finishing the blue Jell-O in the upper left-hand compartment of my tray. “It’s what I always wanted to be.”

“Nice,” Max looked me over and then locked eyes with me. Neither of us looked away, it was obvious what we were both thinking, but I wasn’t sure what to do next. “I always wanted to be doctor when I was little.” Max smiled and put her tray on the table. “That’s not actually true,” she chuckled, “I always wanted to play doctor with the neighbor girl.”

I picked up my tray and put in the table beside her. Lisa’s pictures popped into my head again, the fearlessness she seemed to display. “No one ever played doctor with me,” I set my hand on Max’s thigh and gave her a little squeeze.

Bold.

She stared down at my hand. “I find that hard to believe.”

“No, really,” I stood up and walked to the door and turned the lock. Naturally, my schedule had shifted and so we had opted for dinner in the physician’s sleep room. We had it to ourselves. I turned back toward the bed and met Max’s gaze.

I was going to be someone’s soap opera.

I took a deep breath. My breasts ached.

Max’s eyes wandered across the curves of my form.

“You want to play with me?” I started back across the room. “You want to play doctor with me?”

She swallowed hard and nodded.

I walked across the room and sat back down on the edge of the bed. “Do you need me to take my clothes off doctor?” I reached back and pulled my hair out of its ponytail.

Max’s eyes flared a bit. “Yes, actually, I, uh, yes, I will need to do an examination.” She licked her lips and I could tell it was involuntary. Instinct.

I pulled my scrubs over my head, revealing my breasts and the black bra.

“Oh, my…” Max grimaced and sort of sighed the words.

“Do you like them?” I stared down at the two cushions of pale flesh and then reached between Max’s legs and grabbed the hunk of flesh covered by sheets her pants. “Do they turn you on?”

Max took a deep breath and I felt the cock in my hand contract and swell. “Yes,” she cooed softly.

But the growing erection in my hand was larger than I had expected. I mean, a lot larger than I had expected. Lexi and I had a ten-inch dildo we loved to play with, but Max was every bit of that and a little more in girth. *Oh my God, it’s so big. It’s huge.* I squeezed the hardening penis again.

“Bottoms too?” I looked at her coyly.

“Yes, please.”

I put my phone on the little table, slipped my fingers into the waistband of the scrubs and pushed them down. Max’s eyes grew wide in astonishment. Then she stood up and worked her pants off as quickly as she could.

The black underwear she had on were stretched tight against the curve of her shaft.

Now I was the one licking her lips. All I wanted was to feel her body against mine.

“Come here,” Max pulled me down onto the bed and our lips met. Her greedy hands moved across my body, starting at my back and shoulders and eventually moving to my tits.

I positioned my legs, so my pussy laid flat against the shaft of her penis and then rocked my hips while we kissed, every thrust grew in urgency. I couldn’t believe how wet I was.

Her girth parted my lips and soon the hot flesh was rubbing against my clit.

I kissed the curve of her neck and groaned. Her cock was hot against my pussy lips.

My head was a blur. I felt like I had been drinking.

She yanked my breast free of the bra and bit into the underside.

The pain mixed with the pleasure and I put my hand on the back of her head. “Yes,” I moaned, “you like that?” Max nodded, and I reached between our legs and slipped the tip of her cock into my darkness.

“Ohhhh,” She pulled her head back and closed her eyes in rapture, “oh god, that feels so…”

The tip of her cock stretched my entrance and every muscle in my body tightened. Her cock was so big.

Every vein and bump moved against my pussy walls as I struggled to take all of her.

The union of our bodies was incredible.

I placed a hand on her ass and squeezed her breast with the other. I turned my hips and met her thrust. She bit my lower lip and thrust in until her hip bone pressed against my clit and I was sure her cock was touching my cervix.

Nothing had ever filled me like Max. She throbbed and pulled back out.

I bucked against her, sucking her deep into me again as my cunt spasmed around her stiffness and my first orgasm swallowed me whole.

She stretched me open. Our bodies were shining with sweat and her skin was as flushed as mine. I closed my eyes.

Max grew rougher, fucking me harder. Her breathing became ragged and loud.

She reached down and pulled on my nipples until I let out a little cry.

I became a rag doll in her arms. She groaned obscenely.

I could smell our sex.

I slipped a hand between her legs, under her pistoning cock. And found her juice-slick hole. I slipped three fingers into her gash.

The sound of skin on skin filled the room. She pounded into me like she couldn’t fuck me hard enough. I absorbed her passion. All I wanted was her cock juice.

“Give it to me,” I finger fucked her pussy as fast as her cock slammed into me.

Her body froze.

The pressure blasted along her shaft.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she dumped her cum into my womb.

I clenched my pussy tight, milking her cock. Every squeeze splashed against my insides.

There was an ungodly amount. I didn’t think it was ever going to stop.

I grabbed my phone and shot a selfie of the two of us, our bodies locked together, Max mid o-face.

I stamped it: *unbelievable* and hit send.

***

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