Body Ache Gurney Fuck [FMM]

Body Ache Gurney Fuck

You’ve gone into work with your body aching. You are wearing a loose shirt for comfort on a warm day, and a bra that fits less than snug. You’ve chosen scrubs instead of slacks, and they make your ass look perfect.

“You okay?” asks Sullivan, a coworker you’ve been friendly with. You sigh, and tell him your muscles and joints are being especially problematic today.

You demonstrate movements where the soreness makes itself most known, and when you lean forward, the neckline of your shirt gapes open. He reddens when he sees right down, not only a clear shot to your waist, but also your nipples where the bra cups hang loose.

“I think you just saw me naked,” you laugh.

“That was certainly a view,” he says, grinning.

“Good thing I like you.”

A few hours later, your shift is over, and he’s just gone on lunch.

“How’s the body feeling,” he asks.

“Ugh, I need a massage,” you say, and he jumps on the opportunity.

“I’ve been told I give great massages,” he says through a nervous smile, though he tries to hide it. “Let’s find a gurney and a room?”

“Um…” Is that a joke, you wonder, raising your eyebrow.

“If it doesn’t help, or you just aren’t into, we can stop. But it can’t hurt to try, right?”

“Alright, sure. Let’s do it.”

You follow him, and he rolls a gurney into an unused room.

“Here, hop up.” He closes the door.

You lay on your stomach, and he stretches to grasp your shoulders, giving you a few strong pumps, then moves his hands down your arms, and you can’t stop the gasp that escapes.

“Is that a good sound?”

“Fuuuck yes. Keep going.”

He pushes his palms between your shoulders and down your back, working into your body.

“That feels reeeeally good, Sull,” you say. No lie. “Only thing is, I think I need to take my bra off.”

“If that would help, okay.”

You try to reach back under your shirt for the clasp, but a slight pain gives you second thoughts.

“Need help with that?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.”

His warm hands slide under your shirt and he masterfully unclasps the bra, then slowly and firmly moves his warm hands down to your waist. His touch feels good. The devil in you raises horns.

“Wait,” you say. “I think it all needs to come off. Pull my shirt off, if you will. Bra, too.”

You sit up slightly, and turn while he pulls off your shirt and slides the bra straps down each arm. For a moment, he has a full view of your breasts, and says, “Since I am not a professional masseuse, is it okay for me to say, damn, you are fine?”

“I pretty much gave you the show earlier. Like I said, good thing I like you.”

You notice the bulge growing in his pants.

“Hey, the happy endings are for the customer, not the masseuse,” you say, but you are smiling when you say it so he knows this is okay.

You give his growing hard-on a slow brush. “Getting a little tight in there, it seems.”

He says your name. And follows it with a drawn out “Fuuuck.”

You lay back down, and simply say, “Yes. Fuck.” And to clarify, you say, “Fuck me. Now, Sull.”

He’s startled, but pounces, pulls at your scrubs, slides them down over your ass, then flips off your shoes and grabs the pant legs, pulling them off and onto the floor. He follows with your panties.

“We have to hurry. You’re break only lasts so long. Just fuck me, hard.”

He grabs your legs and pulls you back towards him. You are bent at the waist now, half hanging off the end of the gurney, your wet pussy presenting itself from behind.

His cock is already out, and you feel its length slide fully into you, and it takes biting hard into your forearm to stifle the moans.

The gurney moves with his thrusts, and he’s hard and fast, pumping into you harder and faster, harder and faster. You can tell he’s doing his best, too, to keep the moans from getting out.

But the euphoric moment explodes and you both let all of the pleasure moans escape, the gurney squeaking, the skin hitting skin with audible slaps.

You cry out, “Fuck, Sullivan! Fuck me, Sull! Fuck me harder! FUCK MY PUSSY SO FUCKING HARD! Sulliv–!”

A wave moves through you and your pelvic muscles contract, and you nearly scream as you cum hard, his cock still plowing into you until you feel him seize, grasping, one hand full of your ass, the other at your back, and his hot load shoots deep into you, his body tense then slack, and he lays his warm chest on your skin, panting.

“Fuck, Jenna. Goddamn.”

He pulls out, and you feel some of his cum drip out of your pussy. You turn yourself onto your back, run a finger between your throbbing folds, then put the taste of his cum to your mouth.

You lay back, arms splayed, legs apart. Your body tingles, and twitches with residual tremors.

He’s stepped back, put his cock away. He never undressed. He looks at you, fully naked and glistening, laying there like a perfect post-fuck specimen.

He says, “You. You are amazing. Fucking hot, and fucking amazing.”

“I don’t know if you fixed me,” you say, the look of ecstasy not yet worn from your eyes, “But you certainly fucked me good.”

“I think lunch is over. I’d better get back. You, my beautiful work-fuck, you are stunning.”

He leaves, and you sink back onto the gurney, your heart rate slowly coming back down to normal.

“My work-fuck,” you whisper, smiling, reaching down to touch your tender labia, rubbing his cum all around your clit. You close your eyes, aroused again, and begin fingering yourself.

You are close to cumming again, so close, and just as the moment ramps up, just as lightning is about to strike you twice, you hear the door open… but you can’t stop. There’s someone there, they’ve seen you, they are watching, and you are cumming hard again, and you just let the sound of pure pleasure exclaim itself with abandon, fully aware that the someone in the room is still there, that the door is still open.

And only when you feel the last tremors roll like aftershocks do you turn your head and open your eyes upon the visitor. You smile wide, you see who it is, your other coworker, Paul, and he is standing with his mouth open.

Softly, you say, “Hi.”

“Jenna… I… I…”

“It’s okay. I’m glad you stayed to watch. I knew someone was there. I’m happy it was you.”

“You… oh my god, so fucking hot… I…” he trails off.

“This will be our secret. My body is yours to look at. Take it in. Think of this moment when you jerk off tonight…,” you see his hand is covering the front of his pants. “If you can wait that long, that is.”

You sit yourself up, look around for your clothes. “Well, I’m wrecked. Sullivan fucked me like we were in a hospital porno, and you watched me writhe around naked and get off a second time. I don’t think I can take another, but I am going to lay back down and close my eyes for a few minutes. You can leave, or you can stay. Close the door either way. If you stay, you might want to do something about that hard-on. I’m just going to lay back now, close my eyes.”

And you do. And you hear the door click closed, and then his zipper, feel him move closer to you. He touches you, cupping a breast. Slides his hand down your chest, over your stomach, and gently through your pubic hair. You wonder, what will he do? Anticipation. You open your eyes, see he’s stroking himself, eyes darting from your pussy to your tits.

“Oh just fuck me, Paul. Just fuck me.”

And he does. Slower than Sullivan, and that’s okay because you are tender. You just lay there. You don’t move or moan. But you have a smile on your face. Fucked by two co-workers on a gurney in the middle of the day at work. Happy endings. It feels good to be used.

3/2021

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