The emergency room at a hospital is problem the most stressful place a person can work. I spent three years working the grave yard shift in an ER after I got out of medical school about ten years ago.
I can remember the many stressful early morning emergencies that came through the hospital doors to no end. But every once in awhile there would be calm in the ER. No gun shot wounds, no domestic abuse, no drunks who thought they could run through cars. When those nights came around we made sure we took complete advantage of them.
During those times the hospital would be transformed into a horny motel. I kid you not, for some reason unknown to me, the women would become sex maniacs, I know it sounds crazy but that's the way they would act. It was like all those nights of working late and hard had taken away any chance of a social life and they saw an opportunity to get their groove on so they took it.
I mean if you were there to get minor treatment at that time chances are you would get laid or get blown and sometimes both. Initially I didn't understand it all, but eventually I became one of those women. For me it was with a Dr. Yoga Omishakin a dark sexy Nigerian brotha with the largest hands I had ever seen on a man. When he held you in his grasp, you weren't going anywhere.
Most of the nurses weren't comfortable around him because his deep voice and his dialect made it hard for some of them to understand him, but not me. I spoke the international language, the language of sex, which is a language all humans understand regardless of their nationality.
He was a somewhat shy man; I think it was because he wasn't comfortable with the language and the fact that some of the workers really and truly didn't understand some of his words when he spoke. But my personality is outgoing and I found it easy to talk to him.
Initially I didn't have any desire to be intimate with him, but after about a month of eating quick lunches and stealing a couple of minutes here and there to grab a quick smoke without any of our co-worker knowing we were smoking. We developed a mutual respect and understanding towards each other.
One early morning around 3:00am we were having a slow morning, we went to our secret spot to have a smoke. As we walked towards the exit we both heard low moans coming from one of the rooms, thinking it was someone in pain we both opened the door to the room, but the moans weren't moans of pain, they were moans of pleasure.
The nurse in charge of the 3rd shift Monica Springs was on her knees giving new meaning to the term Head Nurse. I quickly closed the door and looked at Yoga, he was standing there with a "Why did you close the door look" on his face.
"Michelle! Why did you do that?" he said.
"Do what?" I said.
"Close the door." he said.
"I take it you want to watch them. Are you some sort of pervert?"
"Pervert, I don't understand."
"A pervert, someone who... oh nevermind."
I open the door slightly as we both looked in on Monica giving Kevin Wells one of the scrubs a blow job. Yoga was behind me as we watched Kevin's black dick slide in and out of Monica's mouth like a well oiled piston. It was the first time I had ever seen a Black man's dick. It wasn't a huge mammoth dick like I had envisioned that all Black men had when I would masturbate thinking about Black men from time to time.
Monica sucked him for a few more minutes then she got up and pull her white nurse uniform up and leaned her body over the bed. Kevin got behind her and without mercy, lube or foreplay, he rammed all six inches he had up in Monica, and like a trooper she took all of him with a smile as ecstasy oozed from her face.
As Kevin entered her I could feel Yoga against my ass, and he had gotten hard. As I stood there the excitement of watching Monica and Kevin began to take over my body. I slowly pushed my ass back against his erection. He used his left hand and slightly pushed my head forward and began to kiss the back of my neck. The tongue that was used to speak words some people couldn't understand was speaking the international language. The sexy, deliberate and sensual way he slid his tongue over my neck made me weak at the knees.
I wanted him inside me and I wanted it right then and there. The sensation given to my body by his skilled tongue caused me to lose my balance, as I fell forward and nearly hit the floor. The door opened all the way and Monica and Kevin looked around for a split second, but continued doing what they were doing.
We stepped inside and Yoga grabbed me and pulled me up against him as he leaned against the wall. My back was against him as he started licking the back of my neck again. Watching the live porno in front of me had my pussy wet and panting for something thick and black to enter it. He moved his right hand in front of me; his large hand engulfed my right breast, I watched as my entire breast disappeared in his massive hand. He pulled my dress up and eased his hand down and over my thong panties to my pussy. The surprise visit from his hand caused me to clutch his hand with both of mind and I held it in a pussy touching position for a few seconds.
