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“Of course Dr. Martin. It’d be a pleasure.” Dr. Wallace answered.
I nodded to myself and walked out of the operating room, pressing the button to open the doors with my elbow. They opened with a whooshing sound and I began to take the gloves and surgical gown off, dumping them in the biohazard box before washing my hands and taking the mask off and letting it join the gown and gloves.
The only thing on my mind after finishing the surgery was going and taking a rest once I did the paperwork and notified the family that the surgery went well. I turned the water tap on and began scrubbing my hands and forearms thoroughly with antiseptic soap and rinsing them off before drying and walking out of the room. I was alone on my way to the waiting room, instantly spotting the eagerly awaiting mother of the daughter I had just operated on. I sat down and told her how things went and that we’d keep her for observation and she’d more than likely be ready to be released by the end of the week. The mother hugged me and gave her thanks.
I smiled and walked away feeling pretty good about the work I performed today. It was moments like this that made my job worth it. Letting a yawn escape, I shook my head to try and stave of the sleepiness I felt. I still had the paperwork for the operation to fill out and record in case anything happened so if my ass was on the line, everything was taken care of. I went to the nurse’s station and picked my patient’s chart up, deciding it may just be easier to fill it out in the on-call rooms. It wasn’t easy being a resident but there wasn’t anything besides myself and my job to focus on in my boring life.
I took the clipboard with the patient’s name on it and stole a pen from one of the cups before heading down the hall towards the on-call rooms, listening to the pages and people bustling about to make sure others were taken care of. I pushed the door open to one of the many sleeping rooms and closed it behind me, settling on one of the bottom bunks and flipping the pages open to fill the work out that was needed of me. It seemed like an eternity writing legibly so people could read my writing. I had a habit of writing quickly and it had gotten me into trouble in the past but thank goodness I’d been able to rectify the situations before anything bad happened.
“So Gwen, what are you doing in here?” A male voice asked and I groaned.
“Damn it Stefan, what do you want? I’m not in the mood to deal with you tonight!” I growled, slamming the pen on the paperwork occupying my lap.
“Surgery go awry?” He asked, looking down at me from the bunk above my head.
“No, she’s going to make it thank you. I’m just wondering why the Hell you think it’s okay to bother me when I obviously want some peace and quiet to fill my work out!” I snapped, giving him a death glare.
The only saving grace Stefan had with me was his German accent. He had moved here when he was a teenager and became a citizen, studying medicine to follow in his father’s footsteps. I didn’t think he was so charming since he had a habit of annoying me when I least wanted to be agitated. I felt as if it were his job to sit and agitate me just for the Hell of it. He slipped down off the top bunk and settled next to me.
“Did you have your coffee today?” He asked, knowing that normally perked me up since we had worked for years together.
“Yes… why do you think it so important to irritate me?” I asked in return, sighing deeply.
“I know you get… how do you say it… exhausted? You’ve been up for thirty hours and I know that surgery was your last for the day unless something happens to come up.” Stefan said, his accent rather thick this time around.
“Could you just… leave me alone for two minutes? I’d like to get some sleep as well once I’m done filling this out.”
“Are you sure that’s what you really need?” He asked, touching my arm gently.
“What are you…” I trailed off, slowly looking up from his arm up to his face.
His eyes were filled with something I’d like to call lust, his fingers lightly caressing my skin. “I think you need some company personally.”
“Oh hell no Stefan! I am not going to sleep with you.” I exclaimed, getting up from the bed and backing up to the door.
“Gwen, you need to relax and I bet you could use a man’s touch.” He smiled, not moving from the bed.
“How about I say no and you scram?” I suggested, grabbing the door handle and exiting the room to return my paperwork to the nurse’s station.
I couldn’t believe his audacity. I knew we as Americans were rather conservative about sex but good lord was he blatant about it. As I walked down the hall, I thought about the last time I had been serviced sexually, frowning when it hadn’t been the greatest lay on Earth. I was stupid drunk and went home with one of the first guys I had talked to… the walk of shame that next morning was burned into my mind. Running down the street trying to keep my crotch covered in a short party dress while the guy was calling out nasty names was something I couldn’t easily forget.
I gave the chart back and continued thinking about Stefan. He was certainly good looking, despite the scar running across his cheek. He also knew the way around a woman’s anatomy seeing as he was head of gynecology. I just hoped that he didn’t get off seeing so many vaginas in one day. It was embarrassing thinking about him looking at my crotch or having what he wanted to call a dick being inside but God above did it sound like a good idea to be filled to the brim, to be in the arms of a man.
As I walked back into the room, I found Stefan sprawled out in a relaxing pose on the bottom bunk where I had originally settled. I locked the door behind me and stared at him, putting my hands on my hips. He opened an eye lazily and his brow furrowed a bit.
“Did you actually change your mind Gwen?” He whispered.
“Maybe I have Stefan, but I have a couple ground rules alright?”
“I’m listening.” He answered after a moment, sitting up and fulling giving me his attention.
“What goes on between us stays in this room. You are not allowed to tell anyone about our fiasco and I return to my normal bitchy self when we leave this room.” I replied, pulling my surgical cap off and putting it on the small table off to the side.
All he did was smile before beckoning me to come to his side. I thought to myself, you’re probably going to regret this.
I stood in front of him, leaning against the metal frame, straddling his lap while staring into his blue eyes. The first thing he did was slip my scrub top over my head, revealing my white tank and favorite black bra. He grazed the fabric covering my breasts, slowly taking his time with me as if it were his first time discovering the female body.
“Do you want to know something?” He whispered in my ear, lightly licking my lobe.
“Well that depends. If you’re going to tell me about how much you get laid, I don’t want to hear it.” I answered, rubbing my arm to get the goosebumps to go away.
“Now why would I talk to you about all my escapades?” His tone and facial expression was purely inquisitive.
“I… I’m sorry. My brain is running on fumes.” I whispered, resting my forehead against his shoulder to hide the flustered look I obtained.
“I was going to say that I find you quite exquisite… always have.” He replied.
“Exquisite?” – I frowned – “What in the world do you find so exquisite about me?”
“The way you carry yourself as if nothing bothers you, even though you have hundreds of lives in your hands and can’t save them all. That and you’re pretty for an American girl. The way your blonde hair curls around your face when you don’t have it pulled back… that’s just to begin with.” He smiled, brushing my bangs out of my eye once I finally looked at him.
“Do you only think I’m beautiful just because I look like I could be German?” I inquired, hoping I sounded more teasing than anything.
“Nein. Deine seele ist schön.” – He smiled and I just gave him a perplexed look since I only understood no. “Your soul is beautiful. I could instantly see that when I met you.”
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sp; “You see a lot of things others don’t apparently.” I mumbled, wondering how in the world he could see through me.
“No, I’ve just been around a ton of women and I’ve learned how to read them.” He gently kissed the tip of my cheekbone. “Now would you mind taking your tank off so I can continue examining you?”
Chapter Two
I rolled my eyes but complied, my tank lightly thumping against the ladder to the top bunk as I tossed it away. He lightly traced my sides and ribs, quietly naming the bones to himself as if he were studying in med-school again. He leaned in, his nose skimming against my neck; I bit my lip and offered my neck up to him. His lips were soft on my skin as his fingers continued skimming and memorizing how I felt to him, resting just under my shoulder blades.
Opening my eyes, I pulled his scrub top off, pleasantly surprised to see his broad shoulders and muscular chest for my own eyes. My fingers coursed along his skin, a grin on my face since he took good care of it before touching his face, feeling the stubble along his jaw since he needed to shave again. I couldn’t help but press our lips together, despite the fact it was one of the worst ways to spread germs and get mono.
He held onto me and returned to laying on the bed, his hand grasping my ass and squeezing before slipping into my pants to better feel. My cheeks flushed as he felt my bare flesh but I had to admit he had a nice strong grip and wasn’t afraid to embarrass me in private. I closed my eyes and continued kissing him, my fingers lacing in his hair as my hips began rolling against his, knowing exactly what they wanted right away. Reaching around my body, he unfastened my bra and instantly grabbed my breasts to play with them, his lips moving away for a breath before we continued to kiss.
I sighed softly in pleasure, raking my fingers down his chest. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was for attention and companionship till now and all I wanted to do was tear the rest of our clothes off and just get down to it since we never knew when we were going to be needed. However, Stefan had different ideas about going slow. I wasn’t going to complain because he was at least treating me like a woman rather than just another sex escapade. I fumbled to untie his bottoms, tugging them down to about halfway down his thighs. My hand trailed down his stomach and grabbed his member; I made a noise in shock when I found he was definitely endowed.
“How the fuck do you live with this in your pants?” I asked around his lips, stroking the sides and teasing his tip with my thumb.
All he did was chuckle and shush me as he deepened the kiss, moaning softly in his own pleasure. His right hand trailed down my side and rounded my waist, lightly grazing the hollow of my hips before slipping inside my bottoms and searching for my clit, rubbing it in circles when he finally found it. Another noise left my mouth as my breathing picked up; I tried to focus on rubbing his cock, making a face when a warm sticky substance began coating my thumb as I continued torturing him. His response was to slip his fingers inside and I became aware of the way my pussy was becoming drenched. I wondered if he could already make me soaked what would happen when he actually had his cock inside.
“Are you enjoying yourself Gwen?” He asked in my ear softly, his fingers thrusting in and out.
“I… yes, I hate to admit it but it feels so good.” I whispered.
He growled in pleasure as my hand continued teasing his cock and the tips of my fingers lightly touched his balls, hoping to work him up to the point he would finally use his cock on me. I mean, that was the point in me being with him at this moment. He must have had enough because he untied the front of my scrub bottoms and began pulling them down as I had to him. I pulled away and held a finger up, climbing off him and taking them as well as my low rise cheekster panties off, kicking them over to sit with the rest of my clothes.
“Well look at you. You’ve actually decided to relax haven’t you Dr. Martin?” He whistled.
“Shut up Dr. Pohl. I can always decide against this and allow you to finish yourself.” I snapped, becoming flustered.
“You could, but I doubt you’d be that cruel, especially to yourself. We both know that you’re on fire and need it to be extinguished.”
He was not wrong. I found myself climbing back on top of him, being careful of how low the top bunk was before kissing him again to get him to shut up. I was self-conscience being completely naked in front of him, but he continued to do his thing as if I hadn’t interrupted us. My hips began rocking up against his, his cock rubbing my wet slit. Moaning softly from the warmth that rubbed against my engorged clitoris, I almost couldn’t take the torture anymore.
“Okay, Stefan, please don’t think I’m begging for you but I fucking need you right now.” I whimpered, maneuvering us in a way where his cock was at my wet entrance.
“So be it Gwen.” He smiled.
I cried out in pleasure as his shaft slipped inside my welcoming walls. I began working my hips against his, riding him the best I could in our position. He grunted and thrusted in his own found rhythm, his hands grabbing my waist to help keep me steady. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the way he felt inside; I wasn’t sure how he managed to fit all the way inside, but I was most certainly not going to complain. When I opened my eyes again, I met his gaze, panting softly before watching my breasts bounce. He had a determined look on his face, moaning in ecstasy as we continued to please one another.
“Damn. You are an animal Gwen.” He moaned.
“Trust me, this isn’t normally how I feel about sex, but damn this is good.” I shuddered as an orgasm rolled through.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He grunted, continuing to thrust into me.
Our bodies continued to rub and crash against each other till we were covered in sweat and fluids I rather not think about. I collapsed on him when we were done, breathing heavily as I asked myself what the fuck I actually did this time with my sleep-deprived body. Stefan didn’t let me go and held me close, shocking me with the fact he was a cuddler after sex. He smoothed my hair out and when I looked up at him, he was smiling again.
“Don’t you dare say anything.” I snapped, hoping to keep him from being smug.
“I wouldn’t dream of it Gwen. Do you want to try and get some rest now?” He asked.
I nodded, getting settled against his body despite the sweat still dripping off both of us. He pulled the sheets up and made sure we were both comfortable. I closed my eyes once again, listening to his heart beat somewhat still sporadically in his chest. Unfortunately for us, there was a knocking at the door. I groaned softly and pushed myself up.
Chapter Three
“Who is it?” I called, releasing a yawn.
“Dr. Martin? It’s Dr. Wallace.” I heard Dr. Wallace call from behind the door.
I looked to Stefan and held a finger to my lips. He silently nodded as I replied in the sleepiest tone I could muster, “What’s wrong Dr. Wallace?”
“LKelly started hemorrhaging and you’re needed right away.” He said; my heart started pounding in my chest as I jumped off the bed and started pulling my clothes on.
“I’ll be right there! Go ahead and tell them I’m on my way!” I heard his footsteps leave and groaned softly; Stefan frowned softly when I looked to him. “Well damn. I was hoping to at least get some sleep in, but duty calls.”
“You’re more than welcome to join me when you come back. I’ll even keep the bed warm.” He winked.
“This is exactly why I wasn’t hip on sleeping with you in the first place.” I mumbled, pulling my hair back as soon as my clothes were back on.
“Like I promised, nothing will leave this room. Go take care of your patient. Ich bin mir sicher, dass dies wieder passieren wird.” He smirked.
“Don’t bother translating; I don’t have any time!” I said, tying my surgical cap back on. I looked at him once more, soaking up his glory before walking up to his side and kissing him again. “Don’t think this means anything.”
“I know the drill Gwen. Now get.” He laughed, lightly spanking my behind.
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nbsp; I gave him a dirty look before leaving the room. I had half a mind to teach him a lesson, but that would have to wait. My patient needed me now more than ever if she was going to survive.
Story Eight
Chapter One
My name is Ronda Pride, and I work at the local prison as a guard. I’ve heard it all from friends and family before. They swear they are worried for my safety. After all, I work in the maximum security part of the prison.
I must say that I love the pay, it’s a nice amount. I get extra money each check, since it is a dangerous assignment. But more than that, I love the men!
I know what you’re thinking: She’s crazy. Those men aren’t as bad as you would imagine them to be. Some of them are just misunderstood. That’s what I’ve found since I started working there five years ago.
Over the years, I’ve had some amazing times at work. Remember, I’m about the only woman they see. There are a few other female workers. However, I’ve been told I’m the best looking of them all.
For me that means perks. I get my pick of the hottest guys in the prison. If I want sex, all I have to do is say it, and there is a line of at least 30 prisoners.
No, I’ve never done that many at once. Though I’d be lying if I said it didn’t excite the hell out of me. Just thinking of having that many dicks in me one after the other is enough to push me over the brink to an orgasm.
Through the five years, I’ve most likely fucked around 150 various prisoners. Not all of my encounters are amazing. Sometimes I barely orgasm. While on the other hand, I’ve had many times where I left work parched, drained of all liquids from the fucking and cumming that I’ve done in the night.
I don’t have sex all the time at work. Sometimes I just pass out blowjobs! I love the taste of sperm and can’t get enough of it sometimes.
I’ve sucked off a ton of the prisoners. So many that sometimes my breath smells like straight sperm. For some it may sound gross, but for me it lets me get home and masturbate and have a great climax.