My first ever attempt at a story. Very short and sweet, and pure fantasy. I am the first to admit that dialogue is not my strongest area, so I tend to gloss over the talky bits...
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I was going home tomorrow. The minor operation had been a success, and my wife was coming to pick me up in the morning. It was just after lunchtime, and I was as bored as it was only possible to get in hospital. Don't get me wrong, it was a nice hospital. The company I worked for gave all their salaried employees private medical insurance as part of their benefits package, so when a niggling problem (I won't bore you with the grisly details) had started playing up, I had taken advantage and "gone private". The food was much better, and you got a private room. In many ways it was very like a simple hotel room, except instead of a normal bed there was a hospital bed, and behind the headboard was all manner of pipes and plumbing for the more serious patients.
I had been making a nuisance of myself with the nurses since I arrived, flirting outrageously whenever my wife wasn't visiting, and generally trying to find something to stave off boredom when I couldn't face reading any more. In the afternoons, daytime TV went into in its usual "housewives choice" mode that meant there was absolutely nothing for a red-blooded bloke to watch. There's only so much "Loose Women", "cash in the attic", and "Sixty Minute Makeover" that a man can stand!
The knock at my door came as something of a surprise. I hadn't rung for a nurse, and I wasn't expecting anything at this time.
"Come in?" I called, curious.
There was a slight rustling outside for a few seconds that I thought sounded a bit like somebody taking off a coat or something, then the door opened. My jaw hit the floor. It was one of the nurses I had been flirting with this morning, her name-tag said "Claire Jones". I hadn't taken any specific notice of her over the others, although I had thought she was perhaps slightly prettier -- but with no makeup and the same drab and unflattering uniform, it was always difficult to tell.
She was in a nurse's uniform now too, but not like any I had ever seen in a hospital before. It was a white PVC micro-mini-dress, very short, cut very low at the front, and very shiny. Almost like a fancy-dress costume, and extremely slutty! White fishnet stockings, with lace stocking tops, were clearly visible below the very short skirt, and as she walked, each step revealed a flash of suspender and bare leg above the stocking-top. She wore shiny white patent court shoes with full six-inch high stiletto heels and sexy little ankle straps, that emphasised her slim ankles and made her wiggle alluringly when she walked.
She wore dramatic makeup that made me want to look at her all day like a classic painting. A beautiful ruby-red lipstick had been applied generously, and made her mouth look enticingly kissable. Her eyes were made up very simply, with some subtle silver-grey eye-shadow, and a dramatic curve of generous eyeliner all around the eye and on the waterline then swept out in a wide cat-flick to the sides, plus lots of beautiful black mascara to make her eyes really stand out above those perfect red pouting lips.
Her long blonde hair, which I had normally seen confined in a tight and shapeless bun and then held in place beneath the standard nurse's cap was now hanging long and loose across her shoulders, with a small PVC nurse's hat to match her mini-dress. The difference to this morning was unbelievable. If I had had any idea that she could look this good, I would have been far more intimidated, thinking her not even in my league, and beyond even flirting. I was getting hard just looking at her, and suddenly starting to feel quite vulnerable in my hospital bed, wearing nothing but the regulation hospital gown that tied up the back.
She closed the door behind her, and pressed the button to turn on the light outside that indicated I wasn't to be disturbed before she said a word.
"Well now Mr Smith," she said, all business-like (all names have been changed to protect the not-so innocent), "it looks like you have a nasty swelling there." And she looked pointedly at my slowly growing bulge under the sheets. "We'll have to do something about that, won't we?"
"W-w-what did you have in mind?" I gulped.
She didn't say anything, but came up to the bedside, walking easily on the six-inch needle-thin heels, her hips swaying provocatively as she moved, stocking-tops flashing with each step. She grabbed quickly at my still hardening cock through the sheet before I could react.
"Well, that isn't nearly hard enough for the treatment to be effective" she said. And before I could protest, the sheet had been whipped down to reveal my now almost fully erect penis. Fingers with ruby-red nail polish wrapped themselves tight around my shaft to hold it vertically upright, and without a further word, she bent over and her wonderful lipsticked lips opened to take me deep into her throat in one go. Then her lips closed around the very base of my shaft and she sucked hard.
When she slowly pulled back, I could see a deep red stain of lipstick all around the base of my cock, the shaft glistening with saliva as she started to slowly work up and down, sucking deeply, and playing with her tongue the whole time. I didn't think it was possible, but I felt like I was getting even stiffer with each stroke of her lips and tongue. The sight of those beautiful deep red lipsticked lips wrapped around my cock was arousing in the extreme, and the feelings each time she reached the head and teased the sensitive spot underneath with her tongue was such that I had to concentrate very hard not to blow my load there and then.
She must have felt the pulsations as I was just starting to cum, because she stopped suddenly, and squeezed the end very hard with her hand. Painfully hard! In fact I was surprised that such a slight girl had the strength to squeeze me so hard, it hurt like hell! I couldn't help myself, and I gasped in pain. After a minute or two of gasping in her painfully tight grip I was surprised to feel myself slowly starting to soften. After a minute she relaxed her grip, and took me into her mouth once again, taking me all the way down her throat to the very base of my shaft and sucking hard. She was clearly enjoying every second of sucking me, and I was fully hard again in just a few seconds.
Once more, just before I felt I was going to cum, she stopped and squeezed very, very hard until I started to go soft. Then after a minute or two she would start all over again sucking and licking. She did this two or three more times, and it felt like each time the explosion I was denied would be bigger than the last. She was building me up for something, and by now I was squirming in the hospital bed literally begging to be allowed to cum.
"No, not yet!" came the strict answer. "You need your medicine."
I wasn't sure what she meant, but I was about to find out.
This time, she didn't stop when I felt myself starting to cum. She pulled back until just the tip of my cock was in her mouth between pouting red lips, and she gripped me hard, but not too hard, just enough to keep me from jerking out of her mouth as I exploded in jet after jet of hot sticky spunk into her eager mouth. I could hardly contain myself, and it felt like I was going to keep cuming forever, such was the need she had built in me.
