Chapter 45 PATIENTS FISTS NURSE’S ASS PART 1
KINK: exhibitionism, nurse/patient, anal, rough sex
I pushed open the door to room 12, the sterile scent of antiseptic hitting me like a wave, but it did nothing to cool the heat building between my thighs. My tight nurse uniform clung to my curves, the white fabric stretching over my big breasts and hugging my wide hips, making me feel exposed and ready.
There he was, Marcus, my hot patient, lying on the bed with the sheet kicked aside. His tall, muscular black body gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, and my eyes locked straight onto his hard cock, thick and veined, standing rigid against his abs. God, he was huge, the dark skin taut and inviting, and I could see a bead of precum glistening at the tip. My mouth watered, my pussy clenching with need—I'd been craving this dominant patient all shift, imagining him taking control in this forbidden medical space.
'Jane,' he growled, his intense gaze pinning me in place, voice low and commanding like he owned the room. 'You been teasing me with that ass all day. Come here.'
My heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement twisting in my gut. I was the nurse, supposed to be in charge, but with Marcus, it was all roleplay—him as the demanding patient, me as the eager slut ready to break every rule.
I stepped closer, my heels clicking on the linoleum floor, the door clicking shut behind me. Before I could say a word, his large hand shot out, grabbing my wrist in a firm grip that sent sparks up my arm. He yanked me down onto the bed, pulling me so close that his thick cock pressed hot and hard against my thigh through my uniform skirt.
'Fuck, Marcus,' I whispered, my voice breathy, feeling the heat of his body against mine. His dark skin contrasted with my pale curves, and the sight made my clit throb. 'You're supposed to be resting.'
He chuckled, deep and rough, his free hand sliding up my thigh, pushing my skirt higher.
'Rest? With you looking like that? Nah, nurse. I need you to take care of this.'
His cock twitched against me, the velvety hardness making me ache to touch it. Emotions swirled—guilt for the risk in this hospital room, but overwhelming lust for his control, for the way he made me feel desired and dirty.
I couldn't resist. Dropping to my knees beside the bed, the cold floor biting into my skin, I leaned in, my eager eyes flicking up to meet his hungry stare. My skilled hands wrapped around his base, feeling the pulse of his arousal, and I licked the dripping tip, tasting the salty precum that burst on my tongue. It was wet, slick, and I moaned softly, swirling my tongue around the head, savoring the musky flavor of his black skin.
'Mmm, you taste so good,' I murmured, my lips brushing the shaft as I licked down the length, eager and sloppy, my big breasts heaving with each breath.
'That's it, suck it like the naughty nurse you are,' he commanded, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me.
The pull sent a thrill through me, mixing pain with pleasure, and I took him deeper, my mouth stretching around his girth. The room filled with wet sucking sounds, echoing off the white walls, and I felt exposed, like anyone could walk in on this interracial patient-nurse fuck. But that only made me wetter, my pussy dripping into my panties.
Suddenly, he pulled me up by my hair, flipping me onto the bed with effortless strength. I gasped, landing on my back, my uniform riding up to expose my soaked thighs. Marcus loomed over me, his muscular frame caging mine, eyes burning with lust.
'Spread those legs for me, Jane. Show me that tight pussy.'
My hands trembled as I obeyed, parting my thighs wide, the cool air hitting my exposed folds. He ripped my panties aside, the fabric tearing with a sharp sound, and I whimpered, feeling vulnerable and alive. His thick fingers probed me first, sliding into my wetness, making me arch.
'So fucking ready,' he said, voice thick with emotion, like he needed this connection as much as the raw fuck.
Then he positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging my entrance, and slammed deep inside my pussy in one brutal thrust. I cried out, the stretch burning so good, his dark length disappearing into my pale body.
'Oh god, Marcus! Yes!' Pain and pleasure blurred, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity, but I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
He fucked me rough, hips pistoning like a machine, each slam shaking the bed frame. The sterile room amplified our moans—mine high and desperate, his grunts low and primal. Sweat slicked our skin, his muscular chest sliding against my big breasts, nipples hard and aching as they rubbed through the fabric. I clawed at his back, feeling the power in his body, the way he dominated me completely in this twisted roleplay.
'Harder,' I begged, emotions crashing—love for the thrill, fear of getting caught, pure ecstasy from his cock hitting my cervix.
'Fuck,' he groaned, pounding faster, his balls slapping my ass.
The wet sounds of our fucking filled the air, mixed with the scent of sex overpowering the hospital smell. My pussy clenched around him, building toward release, but he slowed just enough to tease, drawing out the tension. I looked up at him, our eyes locking, a spark of something deeper passing between us amid the lust—connection in this risky, forbidden heat.
He leaned down, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss, tongue invading as he thrust again, deeper. My body trembled, so close, but he kept the rhythm urgent, bodies slick and entangled.