Night shift led to an odd daily schedule. Your friends were your co-workers. You didn't have an opportunity to socialize much when you weren't awake most of daylight time. Even on days off, you sleep in till late afternoon to try to get some time with your family, only to have to get back to work on your next four-day rotation starting at 7pm. Dr. Zanjani knew what he was doing. By centering his sights on a night shift nurse, she could please him on her off days and her husband would be at home sleeping, none the wiser.
2am on Sunday night, Leila was told to go back to Dr. Zanjani's place. She got there promptly as directed, again, dropping her phone off in the bushes at work in case her husband woke up and wondered where she was. She'd left him a note telling him that she decided to go in since it wasn't easy being quiet at home while everyone else slept. If woke up, he'd check her whereabouts anyway because the technology was there, and he would worry sometimes if she was out later than usual in case something bad happened to her. It wasn't a question of trust, but of safety.
When Leila got down to Dr. Zanjani's basement again, she didn't even begin with the pretense of unwillingness. In fact, when she arrived, she took off her shirt and pants to reveal no undergarments. Training this slut to behave was turning out to be easier than expected for the doctor.
She'd been thinking about this encounter from the time she left his house Saturday night until her arrival Sunday night. Standing naked in front of the doctor, he smiled and then commanded her to bend over so he could check on her butt plug.
"Bend over, Whore," he directed. She turned around and bent over while standing, revealing the butt plug firmly in place as he'd instructed.
"Very good." He stood up, took the butt plug slowly out of her ass to reveal what appeared to be a mostly clean but still noticeably soiled butt plug. She then stood back up straight.
"There's shit on my butt plug. Did I say you could shit on my butt plug?" asked Dr. Zanjani accusingly.
Feeling such a comment to be quite unreasonable, Leila retorted, "It was in my ass. Asses are for shitting, not for storing sex toys."
"Did I say you could talk back to me?" he snapped, followed by a hard slap across her face, causing her to stagger back one step lest she fall down.
"Mind your tongue, Whore. And when you address me, you must preface or follow it with 'Sir' or 'Doctor,'" he hissed. "Unless you like getting slapped."
Leila gingerly rubbed her face, smarting from Dr. Zanjani's firm, practiced face slap. Better to mind herself lest that happen more often than she'd like, she thought.
"Did I say you could stand, Whore?" he said.
"No, Sir," she replied, and quickly bent back over and stuck her ass out as before.
"Good answer," he praised. "Now, so I don't have to find shit on any of my butt plugs again, I'm putting a list of foods that you should eat, and a schedule for how you should eat them. This will help you control your bowels so that they are fresher, and more reliable for what I have in mind.
Again, she thought, what on earth did he plan to do with her asshole. She was not into ass play, and from the sound of it, that's exactly what he had in mind. If not for him, though, then for who?
He walked over to the same table as before, returned the dirty butt plug and grabbed a newer bigger one, this one appearing to be roughly six inches in length, just like her husband's penis. He added lube and rubbed it all over before slowly sticking it back in her gaping asshole. Leila reacted by arching her back a little as the surprisingly longer and thicker butt plug replaced that of the former.
"Oh my God, ooh, ooh, not so fast, ah!" cooed Leila.
"Don't worry, Bitch," said the doctor. "This is nothing. Again, you won't hardly notice this one. Leave it in for six hours, take it out before bed, and then return it when you wake up again. I expect you to wear it all hours that you're awake both at home and work until I tell you otherwise."
Was he serious? Was it even safe to leave a butt plug of this size in your body that long? To be sure, she'd practically forgotten she had the last one in at all. If it wasn't for needing to use the restroom from time to time, she'd have completely forgotten it practically. Why did he want her to use it like this if he had no intent of fucking her ass? Or did he? Could a girl handle a large penis like that in their rectum?
"Not too terrible, right?" asked the doctor.
She had to admit to herself at least that once it was in, it was fine. Just like jumping into a pool on a hot day. Cold at first, but after a second you totally get used to it.
So far Leila's life was getting considerably more interesting and fulfilling since Friday night at the hospital when she'd been caught jerking Mr. Jones. She had no way of guessing how Dr. Zanjani had caught her other than by somehow watching her through the CCTV, or how he'd hacked her computer to threaten her as she completed the training module on the hospital computer. However, in the couple of days since, she'd been fucked twice, once by the doctor, once by her husband, sucked both dicks a total of three times, twice to completion, and jerked a relative stranger off. What was going to happen next? She was beginning to like her new life, filled with sex and danger, feeling desired, giving in to men, satisfying them, satisfying herself through their experiences and her own.
Her husband clearly was enjoying what was transpiring. She'd sucked him off Saturday night, and then let him fuck her hours later. Sunday afternoon when she'd woken up again after sleeping during the day (the tribulations of being on night shift), James, her husband, had shown much more affection toward her, seemingly as an expression of gratitude for her sexual generosity. What was the saying she had heard? The way to a man's heart is through his stomach...and his balls?
"Get on your knees and put this in your mouth, Slut," directed the doctor.
She didn't know what this thing was. Turns out it was an open-mouth gag, used for keeping someone's mouth open as a man inserted his cock down their throat.
"How do I put this on?" she asked.
"How do I put this on, Sir?" he corrected.
"How do I put this on, Sir?" she repeated.
He walked over and helped her with it. When he was done, beautiful Leila had a leather strap that wrapped around the back of her head and held her mouth open just big enough for the doctor's fat cock to be able to slide in and out with great ease.
"Now kneel, Bitch," he reminded her.
She quickly kneeled, doing her utmost to mask her eagerness, sitting on her tucked in feet as the doctor came over and put his half hard cock in her mouth and throat.
"Ah, that's it. That's a good little fuck slut. You like my dick in your throat, don't you, Whore?" he teased as he rocked his hips back and forth, his cock expanding with each thrust of his cock in and out of her mouth.
"Oh, I almost forgot," he said, pulling his cock out of Leila's wanton, hungry mouth. "Here, wear this. It'll make it more enjoyable for both of us." Dr. Zanjani proceeded to restrain Leila's arms behind her back.
"What are you doing to me?" she said, almost panicky.
"Just relax, Leila," he said calmly. "This is to help you focus more on sucking and fucking my cock, and less on anything else. I want our limited time together to be meaningful. That is, of course, unless..." his voice trailing off. She knew what he meant. She held still while he secured her arms together across the middle of her back, effectively immobilizing them.
"Oh, and I almost forgot," he said again.
"What did you forget, Sir?" she asked, remembering to address him correctly.
"I have a blindfold for you. It's so that you can focus on your senses of taste, touch and feeling, and not any distractions," he said.
She wasn't sure she liked any of this at all. So far, he hadn't done anything that truly bothered her. That is, of course, besides extorting sex from her for a promise not to reveal to the hospital her dirty deed with a patient.
"There. Now we can get back to fucking." He slipped his now flaccid cock back into Leila's wanting mouth. "Oh yeah, Bitch. Use that tongue of yours. You should be proud of that tongue. Ugh, ugh, oh fuck."
Leila didn't mind the restraint, or the blindfold. She was just happy to get his cock back in her mouth. She would let out little moans of enjoyment as she felt his cock getting hard in her mouth, as she would impale her mouth on his cock as far as she could on his once-again hard cock.
She suddenly felt a sensation in her ass. Someone was now pulling out and pushing in her butt plug, and twisting it some, too. She moaned a sort of confused, unhappy moan, but kept her mouth on the doctor's cock since she didn't really want him to take it out again.
"Feels good, right Slut?" asked Dr. Zanjani.
Again, an unenthusiastic moan from the blindfolded whore that was feasting on his cock through an open-mouth gag.
"Alright. I'm tired of this." He pulled his cock out of Leila's mouth. Her furrowed eyebrows as he did so betrayed her lust for sucking his delicious cock. Dr. Zanjani had no idea that her third cousin used to feed her his nine-inch cock back when she had just turned 18. He had no idea how lucky he was that she was basically all in on getting as much cock from him, not because of him being a doctor (a.k.a. hospital celebrity), or being well-endowed as he was, but because of how much he reminded her of Arya.
