Lissie was working the night shift again. This shift was overtime. As would be tomorrow night. She'd volunteered to work it as well. Not her usual nights any longer. These were for the holiday expenses to come. She actually liked working nights. Because it was usually more laid back. Fewer staff & stuffed shirts to deal with.
The down side was that it prevented her from seeing hubby. They worked opposite shifts these nights. He worked days only. Never seeing each other, days on end. For so long as they both worked.
Right now added to her frustration. Coming off her monthly visit from the Red Fairy. She was hornier than usual. A woman in need of a good fuck. It had been a week and a half since they last had sex. She was so desperate that even getting off by riding the seam of the scrubs that ran snug across her crotch tonight sounded fun. The rubbing of her thighs caused constant friction and much stimulation. Only adding to her personal dilemma.
Tonight, her clit throbbed; her pussy pulsed with each step. She'd already had to change the peri pad an hour into the shift. Not from menstrual bleeding mind you. But rather due to the snail trail of discharge. Pussy juice leaking from her lovely, shaved cunt. She kept it clean shaven because that's the way hubby liked it. She did too. Yet all shift it had been salivating for cock.
Tonight at work was unusually calm. The few patients she had were stable and already tucked in for the night ahead. Which left her and the CNA a lot of time to restock and catch up on loose ends.
Gene was her CNA tonight. He was new to the unit. She knew nothing about him. Fact is the only thing she did know about him is that he was HUGE. He was a giant of a man. Quiet for the most part. With a deep resonant baritone voice. At least 6'4". Probably weighing over 250 lbs. Giving every bit of the presentation that he lived in a gym. His muscles rippled like liquid steel. Even his muscles had muscles. Or so it seemed to her lust fevered brain. He could physically palm most people's heads. She wondered to herself what else he might do with them. Then shook it off. Back to work.
None of the other staff ever said anything negative about him. Actually, as she pondered about it. None of the other nurses ever said anything about him period. Good or bad. In the month that he had been with them. Which that fact alone was rather odd she mused. Her colleagues were a talkative lot.
Lissie had seen Gene at the nurses' station briefly just a few minutes ago. As they talked, she saw the left thigh of his scrubs move subtly. Glancing down she swore under her breath suddenly. She had seen his cockhead swelling. It too was huge!
All while she was trying to collaborate with him about some minor details:
"The patient in room 7 will need turned. Room 8 needs more water. Rooms 5 & 14 need checked on".
She couldn't help but continue to stare at it. The head indeed was becoming distinctly outlined as it moved down the front of his left thigh. Distending like a mighty python hunting its prey. Both of her nipples suddenly ached thinking of the power that cock between his legs must hold. It caused her such a rush that she began to stutter at him! He just smirked confidently. Silently. Never moving his stance. Surely, he knew what was happening! She shuddered at the thought.
Ending the conversation quickly she had rushed off to the restroom. Changing her pad once more. There was no menstrual blood. Only an indecent amount of personal lubricant again soaking the pad. And o my gawd did it smell. The smell of her sex permeated the restroom as she exited.
It even seemed to follow her into the supply room. She had gone in there next mostly because Gene was still at the nurses station. She was shaken and intentionally avoiding confrontation with the large man. Looking on as she passed him, he still seemed to have that rather odd smirk about his face. She couldn't place it. Surely, he had not smelled her scent also! Could he? Again, her cunt spasmed while her engorged clit throbbed.
She bolted into the supply room and stood there. The narrow confines of the crowded room. Tall metal storage racks on either side. Ahead of her was a heavy metal table at the back of the room only a few feet away. There were no windows. She was alone. She took a deep breath to calm herself.
Dammit! Not now! Not again! Her pussy ached for attention once more. Hubby would take care of her needs this weekend she tried to reason. Only a few more days to go. Yet that seemed so far away tonight. Surrendering to the urge finally. She untied her scrub bottoms. Slipping both hands inside. Left hand pulling the thongs aside. The right index and middle fingers found her swollen clitoris button sticking out from under the hood instantly. They pushed into her sopping slit easily as she began rubbing the thumb around the love button with abandon.
Suddenly the door burst open. She froze! From the corner of her eye, she could tell it was Gene. She was caught red handed if she turned around. Not having a clue how to escape the situation innocently. "Uh, I'll be right out Gene. Gimme a sec. I'm looking for those specialty coudet catheters we ordered last week." She stammered.
"There you are Ms Lissie. I got everything done you asked. What's that smell? Are you ok Ms Lissie?" Came the series of comments from his deep booming voice as he drew closer. The deafening silence followed. And grew stronger. She couldn't answer him. Why couldn't she think anymore? She was in full on panic mode.
Getting closer, much closer than necessary for a chat. Her personal space had vanished by the time he stopped. Now looming over her shoulder. Looking down her front. He grinned. "Ah, I see what the problem is. Lemme fix dat" He chuckled. Her heart beat like a trip hammer as he nimbly stepped backwards. But only for a moment. Only to get in a better position she soon discovered to her dismay. Her mouth went dry. Intuitively knowing things were about to go South. Literally.
Yet here she was! Frozen to her spot. Still diddling with her pussy two fingers deep. She was ready to cum right in front of him! She was too far gone in what had been her solitary moment of lust. She still hadn't even removed her fingers! Her cunt was flooded.
Suddenly his big right hand grabbed the back of her head and wadded the hair into a handful with a flick of his wrist. As his right forearm pushed her into the metal table. Bending her over it by sheer force of his weight. He then leaned over and brought all of his formidable weight to bear on her back. Mashing her large beautiful breasts hard against the surface. Kicking her legs roughly until they were wide apart. Then yanking her scrubs down. Including her lace thongs! The cool room air hitting her nether parts broke the shock of it all. Suddenly realizing his intent. Like a woman gone berserk. Her thrashing went wild!
She started to scream: "OooooOOOoooo NO GENE! STOP! STOP! STOP! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! Puh..pu..please you musn't."
Her pleas strangely became weaker by the second. They only seemed to fuel her attacker's lust even more. He quickly shoved a hand towel into her mouth and stifled her cries. She tried to get her arms and hands into a position to fight him off. No use. She was pinned too well in the narrow confines of the supply room. She squirmed. She wiggled. She fought with all she could muster. She was still no match for his brute strength. One of his knees pressed hard against her scrub bottoms. Thus keeping her off balance.
He never said another word. Only the odd grunt or so as he began having his way with her.
His dominant left hand reached down. Between her legs. Soon two of his large fingers were jammed knuckle deep into her pussy. Pumping it furiously. Then a third. The rag muffled the involuntary screams as his fingers raped her. The pain! My gawd how it hurt. Nobody had ever finger fucked her so aggressively her whole life. She had no choice in the matter either. Only her own juices kept her cunt from being ripped apart. She couldn't really be sure when or how he'd managed to get all four fingers and thumb inside her. But the slow realization came upon her that he had. She could feel it all inside! The pain was blinding. The pressure was exquisite. Tears flowed down her rosy cheeks as snot blew from both nares. She was teetering over that dangerous delicate precipice of her first orgasm when he suddenly stopped. Withdrawing his hand from her gaping cunt. She tried pushing back into him as she moaned in dismay.
She heard the zipper go down next. The ratchety noise of the metal teeth being unmistakable. Still, she fought bravely on. Or rather struggled now. Both arms being still pinned and unmovable. The crush from the massive weight of his forearm continued to prevent her elbows from gaining their freedom. Or, was she simply trying to get herself into a more comfortable position for the fucking she knew that was coming next? She audibly gasped for each breath now. Somehow... she realized she had moved up on her tiptoes during the initial encounter. Actively, yet subconsciously spreading both legs as wide as the scrubs would allow. Given her position. She couldn't believe how badly her body was betraying her now at this most vulnerable of times.
