[MF] Turning a new nurse into my own personal fucktoy.

Unlike a lot of people the pandemic was really good to me. I’m a contract nurse and while I usually make more than most hospital nurses, Covid really lit a fire in the Healthcare field and pay rates skyrocketed. Look we all have bills to pay and with my skill set in the intensive care unit I was set to make bank.

I first started out in Arizona with a buddy of mine. We got a nice place with a pool and just worked and drank. He’s in his mid 40’s, drinks like a fish, and isn’t super attractive but has a way with the ladies. He was constantly talking to girls he was working with and in six weeks several had come over to “hang out”. I’m not normally one to try and pick up women where I work. The whole #metoo movement has made me very conscious of my actions and the way I speak. Inside though I was a jealous sunofabitch so I asked my buddy how he did it. He lit up a cig, took a nice long drag and with a Clint Eastwood squint told me his secret.

“Look here….these lil nurses need guys like us. They don’t know shit being new grads and an older experienced nurse like us comes in and helps em out….well hell they can’t keep their panties on. The way I see it if I’m not the one to catch their panties some other asshole like T-bag (another nurse we mocked constantly) will coddle them and leave them drenched and unsatisfied. You just gotta be confident in your actions and roll with it.”

I pondered this for the time we had left on contract before we parted ways. He took some time off while I took a contract back east. That’s when his drunken advice worked out drastically in my favor.

It was my fourth night at a new facility and I was given my team. The unit was set up in little pods with two nurses to a pod. It was in this pod that I met Kayla. While I didn’t see her much for the first couple of hours things calmed down and we started chatting casually. Just the usual “oh you’re a travler? Where are you from? Where have you been?” The same lines of questioning I get at every new place. It was during this time that an alarm went off in her patients room. Kayla went in to assess the patient and after about 10 seconds called my name. I ambled on in to lend a hand. While the patient wasn’t crashing they did need some immediate interventions and I walked Kayla through the process. Look I hate bitchy battle ax nurses that eat their young. If you’re from the nursing world you know CVICU nurses are like the vegan crossfitters of the nursing world and I made it this far without expressing that my background is CVICU. I make it a point to remain calm and force new nurses to work through the problem and only intervine when it’s very serious. So we worked through the problem. The patient returned to baseline and I left Kayla with her patient. I returned to charting and after about five minutes Kayla rejoined me in the pod. She looked frazzled so we talked about the patient and why we did what we did to reinforce she knew what to do next time. It was around that time I remembered what my buddy had told me.

Looking Kayla over I said “oh so you’re married?” Motioning to the silicone ring everybody wears now days.

“Uh yeah.” That’s it. That’s all she said about it. Just casually blew over it.

“So what’s your husband do?” I was actually interested since she’d given me a cold answer.

“He’s in the military. He’s stationed several states away.”

She then went on to tell me about their history and how in reality she hadn’t wanted to get married but did anyway. It was quite apparent things weren’t going well. Several minutes later I intentionally changed the subject. We started talking about nursing and what all is wrong with the profession as it stands now.

“You want to know the main reason why nursing sucks and nothing changes? It’s because it’s run by women. They complain and want things to change but they refuse to stand up for themselves and follow through. To many bleeding hearts and not enough guts,” I said point blank. Possibly super sexist but with a very strong hint of truth.

Kayla just stared at me seemingly in disbelief before shocking me with her reply.
“You’re actually right. I hate that you’re right but you are.”

We continued chatting about how our profession sucked before I made another conversation change.

“What would you say if I told you I had my belly button pierced? Got a dangling little bull rider. Moves really cool when I jiggle my belly.”

Her laugh was music to my ears. She then proceeded to tell me she didn’t believe me but that she also had piercings. Bingo!

“Well obviously your ears and nose are pierced.”

“So are my nipples.” She shared without hesitation.

Since a somewhat personal fact had just been shared we delved into our sexual past. Sharing rather vanilla stories about previous escapades. She was so easy to talk to. While I can’t remember the exact thing I said it had something to do with some women only lay there like a board and seek their own satisfaction. The next words out of her mouth let me know more than I expected about her preferences.

“Unless they’re a submissive.”

Everything I’ve written has been 100% true. When I tell you I got light headed from the sheer rush of blood transfer from my brain to my dick that’s another piece of truth. I actually stood up shaking my head and had to walk away for a few minutes. When I returned I told her she needed to be careful saying things like that around me.

We got busy soon after and went our seperate ways. All I could think about was Kayla when I got home. I got maybe three hours of sleep that day thinking about her and wanting to message her. I absolutely found her on messenger and typed out several messages. I decided not to contact her until we had talked in person more.

That night we were assigned to the same pod with the same patients. With no preamble I just laid it all out when we were alone.

“I thought about you all day. I found you on messenger and wanted to send you a message but didn’t. I wasn’t sure how you would respond.”

“I’ve been thinking about you too. I rarely use that app but I’ll be sure to check it frequently if you want to start messaging me.”

My ol ticker did a full 360 in my chest. I felt like a kid again. I then commenced my plan in full stride.

“Look, we’re obviously interested in each other. When you shared you were a sub with me last night I almost couldn’t take it. That’s my jam. I’ve been in the lifestyle for almost 10 years now and since I’m going to be here awhile I’d very much like to pursue things down that pathway. If you’re not interested I completely understand and we can just forget this conversation ever happened.”

Now my dear reader is where your disbelief sets in. You probably already have your doubts but I have zero reason to lie and I’ll go to my grave knowing I told the truth. Kayla agreed. She shared she’s obviously unhappy in her marriage and that we click so naturally. We were like two teenagers, albeit a little more experienced in what we like. I shared my kinks and limits. She did the same. She loved to be choked and to have her nipples abused. She loved to suck cock and claimed to be extremely enthusiastic about it. I asked her pointedly if she was interested in being with me as my sub and if anything goes from that point forward. She responded without hesitation…”yes.”

We talked and laughed. Sharing stories about our emo phases in highschool and similar tastes in music. I went to check on my patients and as I walked back I got an idea. I checked that the coast was clear before walking up behind her. I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed firmly causing her to let out a brief little squeek before melting under my hand. Getting close to her ear I whispered “from now on you have to call me daddy.” I released her throat and casually went to my seat. I logged on and started charting on my patient. After a few minutes I looked up and she was staring at me cheeks still flushed.

“Do you understand what I told you?”

“Yes daddy” She responded.

“Good girl.”

We continued working and talking. While the sexual tension was palpable we had so much in common. Our shift was coming to an end when I pressed things further. I asked if she needed a ride to her car and she accepted.

As soon as we were in my car my hand was on her leg and we rode in silence. I found an empty spot and as soon as the car was in park we were all over each other. Kissing and groping like a long separated couple. We were breathing each other in. After about 10 minutes she had to leave. As she was about to get out of the car I gave her a task for that night.
“When you get to work tonight I want “daddy’s little slut” written on your legs and above your pussy. One word per area.”

“Yes daddy.” She said before closing the door.

We messaged most of the morning before I passed out. I was obviously anxious to see her again and unfortunately I was super busy for the first part of my shift with a crashing patient. When I finally had a breather I was focused on charting. Kayla asked if I was ok and I must have seemed grumpy when I replied because she instantly lightened the mood.

“I obeyed.” I could feel her eyes on me until I looked up from my computer. She had that raised eyebrow smirk going on.

“Just like you told me to daddy.”

I lost all interest in my charting.

“Did you now? Well I need proof. You have 10 minutes to send me a pic.”

“FIVE MINU….five minutes” She started to yell but caught herself and whispered the last part while glancing around.

“Yep guess you better get to it.”

She pondered this over while I continued to chart. She quickly got up and within the designated time frame I had a notification. There it was. She had obeyed without hesitation.

After work we repeated the day before. Making out in the car. Setting ground rules for our relationship. I wasn’t going to be back at work that night but I still gave her another task.

“Tonight it’s to be “daddy’s cock only” with an arrow pointing down to your pussy.”

We messaged while she was at work and I gave her 30 minutes this time because I wasn’t sure how busy she was and patient safety is a pretty major deal. Once again she obeyed.

A few days later I was in town and we were on the phone. She was running errands and so was I. We both had obligations but carved out a 15 minute window where we could meet. She pulled in next to me at a local Walmart in a secluded part of the lot. As soon as she was in my truck we were at it yet again.

Now is where I’ll share a little secret. I’m well hung. I don’t have some pornstar meat pole in my boxers but I frequently get complimented on it being the biggest a girl has seen in person. I think the shock comes from me lying about it. I don’t brag about having a big cock. Instead I go the opposite direction. Before a girls seen or felt it I tell her I have a micropenis. Underpromise and overdeliver.

Right there in the Walmart parking lot in broad daylight I told Kayla to suck my cock. She sat back on her heels, biting her lip as she glanced around before she began undoing my pants. When she pulled my jeans and boxers down she sat back and stared at my dick.

“I can’t get that thing in my mouth!”

“Guess you you’ll never know until you try.”

Apparently her momma didn’t raise no quitter because after a few tentative licks and strokes she was attempting to deep throat me. I wrapped my hand in her hair and forced her deeper. She started to gag and when I let her have a breather she had drool down both sides of her face and her mascara was running. She took two deep breaths while stroking me before she went back at it.

I held her hair firmly while fucking her mouth and throat letting her catch a breath every little bit. She was a drooling watery eyed mess after several minutes. My boxers were soaked. She stroked me while we kissed and I quickly pulled her hand away and put myself back in my boxers.

“What? Why? I dont get to finish you?”

“Not today but soon. We have all the time in the world.”

This concludes part one. It’s taken me several tries and quite a long time to write this down accurately. If it garners much attention I’ll share more. Have a fantastic day

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nm7yhs/mf_turning_a_new_nurse_into_my_own_personal