Night at the Hospital

"Hey, Princess, you still have that 'sexy nurse' costume I got for you a couple of months ago?"

I stopped what I was doing and looked at Sly. I was putting the finishing touches on my 'civilian' clothes, getting ready to go home for the night. It had been a productive night, with an appreciative client and a substantial fee, so I was in a fairly good mood.

Oh yeah, I sell sex, if you didn't get the hint. Sly's both my partner and my agent. We're a good pair: a big, tough guy and an attractive and talented woman. Yeah, I said talented. Something I'd never have guessed about myself a year or so ago, living the life of a privileged and strait-laced daughter of a well-off Connecticut family. Sly was the one who discovered my talent, oddly enough by blackmailing me into reluctantly having sex with him and a couple of other guys who paid him for the privilege. He'd been in the sex trade before, so he knew talent, even latent talent when he saw it. Still, it took some convincing on his part to get me to admit to myself that I really did have talent in that area, and that I actually enjoyed the work. I mean, if you're good at something don't you enjoy doing it?

Over the months we've come to work well together, based on appreciation for each other's contribution to our little enterprise and a slowly growing mutual personal respect. I enjoy Sly's protection and his genuine concern for me. He's really not a bad guy when you get to know him. Besides, he gets me interesting clients.

Anyway, as I was saying, I was finishing getting dressed. I'd put the filmy teddy away, along with the dark nylons and high heels, and was dressed in slacks and a soft sweater and low heels. I sat on the sofa, the one with many pleasant associations, leaned back, crossed my legs, and looked at Sly.

"Yeah," I said. "I do. What, you thought maybe I might have given it to the Salvation Army or the ASPCA thrift store?"

He smiled. "Shit, wouldn't that have made some lucky guy's night when his wife came home with it."

We both chuckled at the image.

"So," I said, getting down to business, "why do you ask? You must have something in mind. You've got another client that wants to screw a nurse?"

"Not exactly," he said. "There's a guy who's a member of some guy club, and he's been in an accident and is stuck in the hospital, and the other guys want to play a little joke on him. You're gonna be the joke."

"Can't say I like the idea of being a 'joke'", I said, "but let me have the deets before I say no."

"Okay. The idea is that you pretend to be a nurse. The other guys get you into his hospital room and you go to work on him."

"Hmm. That doesn't sound too bad. I assume they'll keep the regular staff away long enough for me to do him?"

"Yeah."

He gave me a funny look. I'd seen that one before. There was going to be a twist to all this, and he was saving it until he'd gotten me interested enough to listen to it without laughing or telling him to go fuck himself.

"Sly," I said. "I know that look. Let me have it."

"Oh yeah. Did I mention that he broke both legs and one arm in the accident and that they're all in casts?"

"Jesus Christ, Sly! How'm I supposed to have sex with the poor bastard?"

He smiled. "Princess, I'm counting on how talented I know you are. If any girl can do it, you can. Be creative."

"I love your confidence," I said with a crooked smile. "And I know that you know that I love a challenge. Okay, I'll do it. I just hope I don't disappoint you or the client."

"Never happen, Babe."

At the entrance to the hospital a couple of days later I met the two guys who were supposed to be my escorts. They looked me over carefully. I was wearing a light topcoat, since with the strategically unbuttoned blouse and the short skirt with a slit up the side, it was obvious that no normal hospital staffer was going to think for one minute that I was a regular nurse, not in that outfit. One of the guys asked, "Mind if we take a look?"

I nodded, and, after looking around to make sure no regular staffers were looking, he opened my coat. I had to smile at their expressions. Wide eyes and open mouths. After a good thirty seconds of appreciative staring, one of them said, "Oh my God! You're perfect!! Jesus, this is gonna be good."

What girl doesn't like compliments?

I bundled up in the coat again, and we entered the hospital. We signed in at the reception desk as two cousins and a sister of the patient. We took the elevator to the appropriate floor and walked to the door of the room. There, after making sure no staff were watching, one of the guys took my coat. They watched carefully as I put on my nurse's cap, paying particular attention to my cleavage when I raised my arms. I traded my pumps for white stiletto heels. I gave the coat to one of them, who said "Okay, go on in. We're gonna wait out here to make sure nobody tries to get in."

Showtime.

I put on my most professional expression, squared my shoulders, lifted my breasts, unbuttoned one more button on my blouse, and entered the room.

The client was lying in bed, partly propped up with pillows and the raised upper portion of the hospital bed. He was probably in his late twenties and good looking. Promising, so far. I could see his broken arm in a heavy cast lying on top of the light blanket. His legs were covered, but I could tell from the size of the mounds that they too were heavily encased. I had been right: this was going to be a challenge. I could see only one way to successfully complete the job.

He looked up disinterestedly, expecting more pills or a blood pressure reading. Then he did a double take, and his eye grew wide.

"Um, you're not the usual nurse," he said slowly.

"No, Hon. She's on break, and I'm filling in. I'm here to check you over."

"My God," he said, "if the nurses all looked like you, I'd never go home!"

"Thanks," I said, still in my professional persona. "Now let me look at you."

I leaned over him, giving him a good look down my blouse. I raised one leg to put my knee on the bed next to him, incidentally opening the slit in the skirt and showing plenty of leg. I gently pulled down the blanket. Wow, he already had a lump in his shorts. Actually, it looked rather good. Nice size. I pretended to ignore it.

He couldn't. "Ah, I'm sorry about that," he said. "I guess I've been a little lonely."

"Oh that," I said. "Not to worry. It's a good sign. In fact, I should examine that while I'm here. You just lie back and let me poke around a bit."

I massaged his abdomen a little as if I were checking him out. Gradually my hands worked their way down onto his groin. His cock stiffened and began to tent his shorts.

"Oh Lord," he said. I'm sorry. I can't help it."

"No worries. Perfectly normal. Here, let me take a good look."

I pulled down his shorts. His cock popped out in all its rampant glory. It was a really nice cock. Of a very impressive girth, too. The tip was glistening.

"Oh my," I said, breathlessly. "You have a lovely penis. You wouldn't mind if I touched it, would you?"

"Oh Honey, please!" he said, rather huskily. "Do whatever you want!"

I crawled up onto the bed, next to him. I rested my side against his arm cast and leaned over him so that my breasts were just below his chin. I put one arm behind his neck, and began to stroke his groin, brushing against his erection and then probing down his thighs into the tops of his casts. His breathing began to pick up.

He put one hand on top of the hand I was stroking him with, guiding me onto his penis. Satisfied that I was following his lead, he let go of my hand and reached across and slid his hand into the opening of my blouse and cupped my breast through my bra.

"That feels good," I said. "Just a minute." I sat up long enough to unbutton the rest of my buttons and untuck my blouse from my skirt. I reached behind my back to unsnap my bra. Then I went back to my original position, but now he pushed my bra aside and his hand explored my breasts. I could feel my nipples stiffen under his warm touch.

After a moment he let go of my breasts long enough to encourage my hand on his cock. I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling its warmth. It pulsed in my grasp.

He guided my hand up and down on it. He moaned.

"Oh Honey," he breathed. "I don't know where you're going, but please don't stop now!!"

I leaned over and kissed him.

I debated bringing him to a climax with my hand, but then I looked down at that lovely instrument and knew I wanted more. I know, I'm supposed to be professional, and I could clearly see that he would be perfectly happy with a hand job, but I saw no reason I couldn't indulge myself.

I gave him a very deep tongue kiss and then slid down, kissing his chest and abdomen as I found my way to his groin. He was moaning aloud, now, and I was counting on the guards at the door to keep us private. The sounds would also serve to reassure them that I was doing my job. Even so, they couldn't resist a peek, so the door opened a crack. I ignored it, and my client was way too far gone to care about anything but my hand stroking his rigid erection and where my head was going.

I pushed his shorts down as far as I could, given the restriction of his leg casts. His breathing picked up. I kissed the tip of his penis and moistened my lips with his pre-cum and then slid them over the tip to grasp the shaft.

His cock felt particularly good, sliding easily into my mouth. It fit very nicely in there. Not too big, just a nice, satisfyingly comfortable mouthful. I caressed the tip with my tongue and heard him groan. I could feel him getting stiffer and swelling up already, so I decided to slow things down a bit. No point in rushing. I took him into me a couple of inches and stopped, lightly cradling the heavy head of his cock between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, giving us both time to savor the delightful pause before we really began, time to anticipate what we both now knew was the inevitable outcome. My lips rested lightly on his shaft, feeling the pulse in the large vein on the underside.

He was breathing heavily by now, but he had enough sense left to let me prolong our pleasure. His free hand gently stroked my hair, at one point pushing it to one side so he could look down and enjoy the sight of his cock disappearing into my mouth, lovingly embraced by my crimson lips.

When I was sure that he had come down enough from the heights of passion to let me proceed, I began to rise and lower on him, sucking gently to bring even more blood into his engorged organ. It felt so good in my mouth, so warm and full of promise. I was really getting into this. Hearing his groans and feeling him get more rigid in my mouth was quite sensual. I could feel the sweet wetness between my legs. My breasts swelled and tingled to the touch of his hand. I wanted to feel him spurt in my mouth, to fill me with his hot masculinity. I started sucking harder, clamping my lips around his shaft as I rose and fell on him. My saliva lubricated him. I moved slowly and sensually at first, then gradually increased my pace in keeping with our mutually growing arousal.

It wouldn't be long, now. I could feel the rising tension in his hand on my head. His cock was swelling in my mouth, stretching my lips. We both knew he had passed the point of no return, and there were only seconds left before he came. My job now was to make that happen in the most mutually enjoyable way. I got down to the serious business of taking him all the way to orgasm. I sucked hard, now, and massaged the tip of his cock with my tongue on the upstroke, plunging it into the slit at the end, twirling it there, tasting his salty pre-cum, anticipating his sperm erupting hotly into my waiting mouth, filling it with male passion. My head moved faster and faster, taking him deeper and deeper. His breaths came faster and faster. For a moment he held his breath, and then heaved a great heartfelt sigh of relief as his long-awaited orgasm began. I slowed to a stop and waited, holding him securely in my mouth, leaving him in charge.

It began with a little spurt, but I knew there was more to come. I cradled his balls in my hand and felt them spasm as they forcefully drove his sperm outward. His next ejaculations were much more satisfactory for both of us. I felt the warm semen gushing into my mouth, splashing off the roof and rolling under my tongue. Quickly he came, now, urgently driving his sperm-laden semen into my receptive mouth, blindly seeking to empty his reserves into me. My cheeks puffed out. I tasted his seed as he pumped it into me. He groaned and then gasped with pleasure with each ejaculation.

He shot his sweet product rapidly into my mouth as if in desperation to empty himself as quickly and thoroughly as possible. Good God, it must have been a long time since last he had had an orgasm, because he seemed to have endless reserves. Each spurt shot a thick bolus of creamy sperm-rich semen into the depths of my mouth. There seemed no diminution in volume as his ejaculations continued. I couldn't swallow fast enough. My mouth filled with his warmth. My eyes popped open in amazement at the sheer size of his load. For a moment I panicked: I might choke! But I'd be damned if I'd waste his precious fluids. Hell, I'm a professional. I tightened the seal between my lips and his shaft and backed off until I felt the ridge behind the head of his cock on the inside of my lips. That gave more room for his copious discharge. I swallowed as much as I could, and then just kept up with him, letting each warm bolus slide sensuously down my throat. Once I realized that I could manage him, I relaxed and rested the side of my head on his groin. There I could feel his muscles contract with each ejaculation. I just held him firmly in my mouth and let him go, enjoying him. He gave a delightful little breathy "Oh!" each time he ejaculated. I listened with pleasure to him gasping and moaning as he came. I felt my bare breasts against the warmth of his hip. I felt his cock jump and spasm with each new release. I tasted his sperm. My mouth was full to overflowing with it. It was wonderful.

Gradually his ejaculations became less frequent and reduced in volume and force. At last, they diminished to a gentle oozing out of a few last pearly drops and stopped.

Both of us were breathing hard from our exertions. I just gently cradled his exhausted cock in my mouth, feeling it begin to soften. Gradually our breathing slowed. When I was sure he was fully drained, I squeezed him affectionately one last time with my tongue, then swallowed the remainder of his load and lifted off him. His cock left my mouth with a wet sound and then fell between his legs. My chin was slick with his semen, glistening in the light. I lifted my head and looked up at him. I couldn't help but smile at seeing the deeply satisfied grin on his face as he admired his handiwork. I take pride in my work and like to see it appreciated.

"Oh my God, that was wonderful!" he said, breathlessly.

At that the door opened. I quickly sat up.

"Jesus!" he exclaimed as he pulled up his covers to shield his nakedness. "Mike! What the hell are you doing here?"

"Just checking on you. I'd say you're doing okay. I see you've appreciated our little 'get well' gift."

"Gift?? Wait, you guys arranged this?"

"Hell, what are buddies for, if not to help sick friends?"

I stood up, wiped my face, tossed my hair back over my shoulder and rebuttoned my blouse and smiled at my 'patient'.

He looked at me. His eyes narrowed. "Shit!" he said. "You...You mean you're not a real nurse? This was just an act?? But I thought that you... That I..."

His face fell. God, men have such fragile egos when it comes to sex.

"Well," I said, giving him my warmest smile, "That doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it. I did. And who knows? Maybe all the while I was channeling your real nurse. Living out her secret fantasy."

Yeah, I know. The odds of that were pretty slim. But Hell, I'm a professional, and it's my job to spin fantasies. And he did perk up. So, no harm done.

They were all having a wonderful time by then, laughing and joking, so I just quietly slipped on my coat and left. All in all, not a bad day.