Erotic Story – ‘South Medical Centre’

The main character in this erotic story is working an evening shift, when it suddenly takes a different turn…

South Medical Centre

Sighing, I trade my tight wool sweater, short leather skirt and black pantyhose for my sturdy white uniform. I’ve had a bad night’s sleep, my ex is (once again) giving me a hard time and I’ve had a terrible day. I dread the night shift that lies ahead. During the changeover between shifts, my colleague tells me that it’s quiet in the department. “There’s nothing crazy going on, just a new admission in room 124. I won’t tell you much more, you’ll see,” says my colleague with a wink. I try to find out what the wink is for, but she picks up her things, wishes me a peaceful shift and leaves.

I shrug and begin my tasks. As usual, I make my rounds through the department. I’ve long forgotten my colleague’s wink when I enter room 124. When I push the curtain aside, I see a younger man lying in the hospital bed. He’s quite a hunk. I quickly check his birthdate on the card by the bed. He’s about fifteen years younger than me. Mmm, a tasty toyboy. I’m startled by my own thoughts, which makes my cheeks start to turn red. His dark brown hair is nonchalantly sticking up on his head and his tanned skin makes his muscles stand out. He hasn’t seen a razor in a few days. And his eyes, oh my God his dark brown eyes, look at me radiantly. They’re as big as marbles.

I notice that I’m a little taken aback by his appearance. But I try to compose myself and shake his hand. “Hi, I’m Monica, the night nurse.” The man in the bed tells me his name is Mark, and makes a comment about my red cheeks, which only makes them redder. Mark turns out to be not only incredibly handsome but also an enormous flatterer. I could use some compliments after all that hassle with my ex. But I have to continue with my work and promise him that I’ll check in on him later. Especially your sexy body I think to myself afterwards.

My heart is beating faster and I feel that my white cotton underwear has become damp with desire. I realize that I’m speeding up my pace to finish my work faster so I can go back to Mark. That night, I go into his room as often as possible. Our conversations become increasingly personal. I even discuss my bucket list items. I am well aware that this is not very professional. But with Mark, my clear thinking stops and turns into a block of lust. Sex with a patient, how wrong, but how exciting? Perfectly shameful.

The next night, I start my shift much more cheerfully than the previous night. I’m looking forward to seeing Mark again. I’ve dreamed of him. In my dream, I shared the hospital bed with him, I was on my knees and he was deep fucking my tight pussy. Monica, what are you doing?! I scold myself. No, I’m not in love, I don’t even want to think about it! But I haven’t had sex in a while. I would like to feel something other than my own fingers or a vibrating fake cock inside me. I realize that Mark’s appearance and his talk is affecting my lust. Luckily, it’s a quiet night, I hear from my colleague during the changeover. I quickly start my work. With my breath caught in my throat, red blotches on my cheeks and a wet pussy from the thought of my dream, I enter room 124. I push the curtain aside. I’m shocked, the bed is empty! “What the fuck,” I say out loud. I quickly check the computer. Mark has been discharged, it says black on white. I feel the disappointment deep inside. I continue my shift with a slightly grumpy attitude, and can’t wait to change out of my uniform at seven when my shift is over.

In my mind, I walk out of the hospital, searching for my car keys in my oversized bag. Muttering to myself why I always carry so much stuff around, I look for my keychain. When I look up, I’m shocked. There he is… Mark! Nonchalantly leaning against a shiny black Mercedes convertible. Like a lightning bolt, I feel lust shoot through my body again. What is this man doing to me? I don’t know what to say, I’m speechless.

I try to say something, but he presses his index finger to my lips. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. He opens the car door and leads me to the passenger seat. All sorts of thoughts are flashing through my mind, from; have I shaved? To; I’m not thinking straight! Mark places a hand on my thigh, caressing my panties through my skirt. Neither of us says anything. His touch makes my frail body quiver. After about ten minutes of driving, he stops at an enormous villa. It’s not surprising, this man has everything, I think to myself. He turns off the engine, walks around the car and opens my door. He takes my hand and leads me to the villa. I’m in awe. The hall is huge, there’s a big chandelier and many colorful paintings. Mark puts his hands on my buttocks and pushes me towards a door. With each step, I’m getting more excited. I’m so ready for a good fuck and I have a feeling that Mark is going to give it to me.

Mark opens the door. I look inside the room. I’m truly shocked. On the bed that stands in the large, nicely lit space, lies a woman. She is dressed in only a burgundy bra, matching lace underwear, and sexy black stockings. Her hair is long and dark, with a slight curl. Her lipstick matches her lingerie perfectly. She clearly visits the gym more than I do. Honestly, she’s a sight to behold. I stammer; “Wwwwhat is this?” “You told me about your bucket list,” Mark explains. “You want to have a threesome. And we can give it to you. If you want.” Every fibre, every vein, every pore, everything in my body is completely on fire. “Am I dreaming?” I ask softly. The couple starts laughing. I ask if I can take a shower after a night of work. I could really use one. The lady, who introduces herself as Annabel, takes me to the bathroom, adjacent to the bedroom. She turns on the shower for me and helps me take off my clothes. It feels familiar. Then she turns around invitingly. I understand the hint and open her bra. She turns around, pressing her full round breasts together with both hands. She takes off her bra and throws it aside. The only thing that can come out of my mouth is “Wow.” She is truly beautiful.

Gently, she pushes me into the shower. She takes the bottle of shower gel that is on the shelf and puts some on her hands. She stands behind me and rubs the cold substance over my back. I close my eyes. The feeling of the warm jets on my naked body and her two strong hands on my back, makes me completely relax. As her hands release from my now soaking wet body, I look back in shock. She’s going to stop? But her hands are replaced by her soft breasts. I feel her nipples harden against the skin of my back. I close my eyes. This is the first time a woman has touched me like this. And I have to say, I could get used to it. She’s so soft and tender, I feel the effect of it in my pussy. It tingles. She turns me around. With her thumb and index finger, she takes hold of my hard nipples and starts kneading them gently. With every squeeze, a wave of pleasure goes to my pussy. I moan softly as I open my eyes and see Mark watching us. He is completely naked. I admire him from head to toe. His erect penis reveals that he does not find the sight of us unpleasant. With his right hand he plays with his, I could say enormous, hard cock. He looks at me mischievously and gives me an encouraging nod.

As Annabel lathers up my small firm breasts, I feel Mark come up behind me. The warm water splashes over our bodies. Both of his hands, much larger and stronger than Annabel’s, press on my round butt cheeks and knead them firmly. Gradually, his fingers expand their territory and slide forward. I desire greatly for his fingers or his cock, it doesn’t matter, in my burning pussy. Annabel presses her beautiful red lips to mine and begins to kiss me passionately. I kiss her back as if she’s the last woman on earth.

She takes my hands and presses them on both of her breasts. They feel fucking good. I try to enjoy every touch. Meanwhile, Mark gently pushes a finger between my labia. I feel his hard rod pressing against my back. “Mmmm, delicious,” I say, yearning for more. Skillfully, he inserts a second finger inside me. I bend my knees a little so my lower body presses against his fingers. I let my right hand slide down and hesitantly search for the beautiful woman’s pussy that is in front of me. I met her for the first time ten minutes ago and now I want to touch her clit. What am I doing? I ask myself. But I can’t help but give in and enjoy it immensely. Mark bends his fingers and starts to finger me – thank God. I search for Annabel’s swollen clit and apparently, I quickly find it. We look each other in the eyes. I see her desire. I see how she, just like me, longs for sex… horny sex. Where a moment ago there was still a reluctance in me, now lust takes complete possession of me.

I lean forward, with my butt facing Mark and start licking Annabel’s clit. She leans against the shower tiles. Mark grabs my hips and presses his hard cock against my wet pussy. It is automatically absorbed. “This horny girl has an incredibly delicious pussy, “he says to his wife. It must be his wife, I thought to myself. It doesn’t matter to me either, I realize. He fucks me rhythmically. With each thrust, I lick Annabel’s pussy. She is bald, soft and warm and tastes sweet. I didn’t know pussies could taste so good. The warm water from the shower flows over my back. The tiled space fills with moans, the splattering water and the squelching sound of my pussy. Mark grabs us both by the arm and takes us to the bedroom.

I quickly dry myself off and we nestle in the big bed. Annabel lies down on her back, it’s her turn on Mark’s big cock. I play with Annabel’s breasts while I give Mark a horny kiss. Then I bend down and suck her nipples. Carefully I bite and nibble on them. She’s so soft, it feels so nice. Even though I’ve never done this before, I don’t have to think about it. The horniness is driving me. Mark stops fucking and lies on his back. Annabel and I look at each other and nod. We take turns taking Mark’s hard cock in our mouths and pushing it deeper into our throats. Honestly, we share his divine cock. We’re both on our knees, our butts sticking up in the air. Mark groans loudly and says he’s going to cum. Annabel asks me, “Do you want to swallow?” I nod. “Then we’ll share.” She says decisively. Mark’s warm semen shoots out of his dick like a fire hose. Annabel and I try to catch every drop of his cum with our tongues. While Mark is recovering, Annabel and I continue playing with his semen and each other.

Annabel grabs a double dildo from her cabinet and brings it inside me. Then she pushes her shiny pink pussy over the other part. Our hips move rhythmically over the smooth thing. I’m about to come, I feel it. I can’t suppress the groaning. Harder, faster, more, I want. My pussy, my entire body and head yearn to come. Mark leans towards us. He sticks both thumbs in his mouth and sets them on our tingling clits. He starts massaging them like crazy. “I’m going to come,” Annabel cries out. I can’t get any words out of my mouth, just screams. At the same time, there is a release in the form of a huge squirt. All the muscles in my lower body press around the dildo. I feel my own wetness – or is it Annabel’s – running down my glowing body. Damn. What is this? I’ve never felt such a release before. I let myself fall back and feel complete relaxation in my exhausted body. Mark and Annabel nestle next to me. They softly stroke my trembling skin. My eyes fall closed. The night shift is over. I feel a soft blanket being laid over me. I fall asleep. I dream that I wake up between Mark and Annabel. And then…