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I wrote this as Flora told me her fantasies and edged herself for hours before begging me to allow her to orgasm. She’s a true slut, and now everyone can see it for themselves.
When you work in a hospital you get used to odd noises and sounds of human distress. Well, they get more bearable and ‘normal’, but you still have to respond to them of course. It could be someone experiencing some pain but who is otherwise perfectly fine. Or it could be someone dying and in need of urgent assistance, and who depends on you investigating those strange grunts and groans. Or it could be a med student on her placements sneaking off to an empty room to stick things up her ass.
Now that last one wasn’t a common occurrence, but it’s what I saw when I walked into an empty ward one quiet evening. A blonde girl with thick thighs and wide hips was contorted in one of the beds, pushing something in and out of her bared crotch. She’d pulled the top part of a set of deep blue scrubs so that her heavy tits were exposed, and the bottom half was bunched around her knees. She hadn’t heard me come in, she was that lost in her masturbatory experience. Or maybe she couldn’t hear me over the sounds of her own deep moaning.
I was shocked. What the fuck was going on? This wasn’t a private space, nor had it been locked. Why was this stupid young woman being so loud in an unsecured room? Did she want to get caught? It was incredibly disrespectful behaviour for one thing, and if this girl was supposed to be on call with me tonight, then she was shirking her responsibilities. I was beyond shocked at the scene before me, but one thing was clear: I was going to have to discipline her.
And yet I didn’t say anything straight away. Having never walked in on such a bonkers sight before, I was stunned. What do you even say to someone acting like that in a hospital of all places? But it wasn’t just surprise and confusion that kept my mouth shut. My cock was responding to her noises and the openness of her vulgarity. My mind started whirring. I knew I should put a stop to this, but I also wanted to keep watching her. Or join in…
The girl flicked her hair out of her eyes and then smoothed it down to one side with the hand that wasn’t fucking her ass. She stopped her movements and shifted around on the bed. The confusion and incredulity I was feeling started to fade when she picked up a mobile phone and took some lewd and lurid photographs of herself. Closeups of her groin and ass, selfies of her panting face, and then either a series of whole body shots or a video of herself. Then she stopped her movements and noises and used both hands to tap at the phone screen. The dildo was sticking out of her ass still, her scrubs bunched up mid-thigh. She looked ridiculous. Slutty. Vulnerable. My brain was telling me that now was a good time to intervene, but the blood was draining out of my brain and filling my cock, which was instead telling me to force her to keep going. To walk over there and help her out. To get my hands on her young body and rape her. The dark thought blinked through me and I was ashamed, but I couldn’t deny the urges.
When I cleared my throat and announced my presence, the girl shrieked and dropped her phone. It startled me too, even though I was the one surprising her. Her eyes were wide with terror and shock. When she took in exactly who had walked in on her, her expression changed to dread. Maybe my reputation as a hardass had preceded me. I still didn’t know what I was gonna do with her. Or to her.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demanded sternly. My voice was fairly low anyway, but I let my anger bleed through and give it a sharp edge.
The girl stammered and blinked like a deer in headlights as she failed to stuff her tits back into her scrubs. I thought I recognised her, but I didn’t know her name. Maybe she was new. The medical students came and went fairly quickly in this place, and I never really bothered to learn their names or get invested in them. It normally took a while for them to stop being nervous and useless, and then it was time for them to leave and go somewhere else. I could usually be polite enough when talking to them, but a lot of the time it was a struggle.
“Oh my god. Fuck, I’m so sorry Dr Wainwright. I didn’t think anyone was going to be down here. Oh my god. Please. I… I was just…” She trailed off and hid her face in her hands. I moved closer to the bed.
“No, please finish that sentence. What were you ‘just doing’?”
She looked up at me and her face was scarlet with shame and embarrassment. It took her a little while to build up the nerve to actually say it, but when she did it was with a surprisingly clear voice. Almost like she was proud of herself. Maybe she was in shock.
“I was sending some pictures to someone.”
“Who?” I demanded.
“My… My master.”
My eyebrows shot up and I didn’t think they’d ever come down again. Her what?!
“Explain.”
“I… bağcılar escort There’s a man that makes me… do things for him. And send him pictures. As proof and also just for him.”
“Someone’s blackmailing you? Tell me who it is, maybe I can help.”
Did I want to help…? Would I have to deal with the police tonight? Just the thought of this getting in the way of my work and spare time made me infuriated. This stupid little girl was going to cause me so much hassle. Just because she couldn’t keep it in her pants. Fucking whore. Again, I regretted the thought as it flashed into my mind, but I didn’t think it was untrue. And having to deal with the police or senior staff at the hospital would piss me off to no end.
“No! No one’s blackmailing me… I like it, actually. I… I’m his sub, Dr Wainwright.”
Her voice was hesitant but growing stronger. Her secret was out, and she seemed to feed off of that.
“Please, I’m so sorry that you had to see this. And I’m sorry that I’m not at reception waiting for you.”
Hmm, maybe I had been introduced to her… She knew my name. I suppose I’d just not found her worthy of my attention. Or very memorable. I would from now on, on both counts.
Her wordstuck me as strange, though. She was ashamed of being seen like this, but she hadn’t made any effort to cover up after that first moment of panic. I stared at her face but in my peripheral vision the dildo sticking out of her was practically calling to me. She was just looking at me, getting calmer by the second. My rage petered out. Whatever happened next, I knew I wasn’t going to write her up and tell everyone what I’d seen.
I still didn’t properly understand what was happening though.
“So this man told you to… do this.” I gestured at her bare ass and the purple dildo still embedded in her. I took the opportunity to take a closer look. Her ass was pale and enticing, especially with the dildo drawing the eye in but also concealing her actual asshole. The area around it was shiny and sticky. Her thighs gleamed. I could just make out the flashing pink of her pussy between them. I should look away. I should be angry. But lust overrode my thoughts. I stared. When I looked up into her eyes I felt a kindred recognition there. I saw what a desperate, horny little slut she was, and she saw that I knew it, and wanted her.
My temper flared at my own weakness, and at the cautious smile curving her lips. She glanced down and she must have seen my bulging erection. There was no hiding it. I walked right up to the bed, and towered over the slut I’d found myself alone with.
“What’s your name?”
“It’s Flora, doctor.”
Another beat of silence. I unclenched my jaw. She was too bold, too unashamed. She needed to be taught a lesson.
“Flora, you have disgraced yourself this evening. I wouldn’t have even known you were in here if you weren’t so loud: moaning and screeching. It’s shocking, and incredibly unprofessional of you. You’ve acted like a common whore.”
She nodded. “Yes, Dr. Wainwright, you’re right. I am a little whore.”
I should have been shocked. And outraged. But I had seen it coming. Seen her body language open up and her face challenge me. She knew what I had been thinking about. She knew what I wanted. The thought that I was so easily read and analysed enraged me. I teetered on the edge of propriety. I lost the battle.
I leaned over her, forced her to lie back to meet my eyes. Then, whilst she was distracted, I grabbed the end of the dildo that was still snug in her asshole. I pushed it further inside her and applied pressure.
“Yes, you are a fucking whore aren’t you.”
Her whole body reacted to the sudden plumbing of her depths. Her eyebrows knitted together in an intense frown of pleasure and no doubt painful stimulation. Her back arched and fingers clawed at the bed sheets beneath her. Her breath left her lungs in a constricted ‘hhnnnnggg’. She nodded and bit her lip.
My stomach flipped in a moment of shock and fear at my actions. This was wrong. I shouldn’t have done that, have said that. I shouldn’t even be thinking about treating a student this way. But I could still turn this around whenever I wanted. It would be my word against hers, and the administration would side with me over some random med student bimbo. And I could intimidate her into silence, I was sure of it. But I didn’t think any of that would be necessary. And it wouldn’t get me what I wanted. I wanted her.
I let go of the sticky dildo and moved both hands up her tits. They offered themselves up to me willingly. Soft, large mounds that I needed to see as I fondled them. I moved my grip up to the top of her scrubs. This was it, after this it would start to get very hard to explain this away to anyone. I didn’t care. I seized the edges of the colourful material and pulled. The scrubs were more robust than I thought, but it was no match for my lust bahçelievler escort and strength. I tore them right down the middle and exposed her breasts. Flora just watched me, a hungry expression of eager excitement battling with that raw reaction to her body’s assault.
Her tits spilled out sideways, too big to naturally sit on her chest at this inclination. I took one in my hand and squeezed hard on it. I kept going until I saw Flora wince and let out a painful whimper. As punishment for this secret sluttery, she would submit to me fully. That agreement raced between us without needing words to articulate it. A man and a slut; our connection needed no definition or terms. She would give, I would take.
When I released her titflesh, Flora sighed in relief, and then tried to reach up and pull me down. I think she wanted to kiss me. I slapped her hand away angrily.
“Don’t touch me.”
I didn’t have to say anything more. I think my genuine disgust and scorn were clear to see and hear.
“I’m sorry, Dr Wainwright. What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to take your fucking punishment, you stupid whore.”
She nodded meekly and lay still. I pinched her nipples. Slapped her fat tits across her chest. Pushed on the rod still stuck in her asshole. She didn’t move to stop me, but shivered and cried out at my rough handiwork.
I’d had enough of her teasing. She wanted me to react like this, I knew it. Was this all planned? She wanted me to use her, I could see it in her eyes. I was happy to give her what she wanted, and maybe make her regret offering herself to me.
I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly. That was all the undressing I would do this evening, while she lay there in a torn uniform with her holes exposed. As she deserved.
I pulled her unceremoniously to the edge of the bed and roughly took her head over the edge. She flinched at the rough treatment, but practically dove headfirst for my cock. I used her mouth and I wasn’t gentle. Spit flew out of her mouth in-between my hard thrusts. She gagged and choked loudly. My cock stopped her choking on her own spit, but it blocked off her throat entirely and when I withdrew from it she gulped in air like she was drowning. Every time. I didn’t slow down.
She cupped my balls with one hand and braces against my hips with the other. Other than that all of the movements of her body were caused by my relentless fucking of her mouth. Her tits wobbled and bounced from the motion. I pinched her hard nipples between my fingers and lifted them up so that the flesh of her tits was poured upwards and bouncing from side to side in fat circles. And above it all the sound of sloppy choking filled the room.
When I had my fill of her wet throat I backed off and threw her head back onto the low bed. She gasped in air. That’s all she could manage. I found the dildo still inflating her asshole. I pulled it all the way out of her in one unflinching movement. It must have been uncomfortable. Flora screamed and shot upright. I pushed her back down firmly. Then I clamoured on top of the bed.
I thought about ravishing other parts of her, after all it was all mine for the taking. But I had no patience for that. I had known what I wanted from the second I touched her. I pulled at her hips and then flipped her over onto her front. Her scrubs still wrapped around her legs and bound her awkwardly.
I pulled at her hips again, and arranged her so that ass was sticking up and her head slumped down into the bedsheets, still coughing and sucking in air to her lungs. I crouched above her. Her asshole gaped at me above her oozing but compact labia. The smell of arousal and her sour ass mixed in my nostrils. I pooled saliva in my mouth and spat it into the crack of her ass, twice. I crouched and pushed my cock inbetween her dripping pussy lips. I slowly thrust in and out for a few seconds, coating my straining cock in her juices. When I pulled out of her Flora made a sad little sigh and a humming moan of pleasure. That didn’t last long. Satisfaction turned to pain and wailing intensity as I forced my hard cock into her gaping asshole.
As a surgeon, I knew just how horrific internal injuries could be if someone’s ass wasn’t given time to adjust to a foreign object. It happens a lot. A lot a lot! But I also knew another fact, this girl was a whore and she could take it. She’d already been taking it for who knows how long before I arrived. The thought reminded me that I was still incredibly pissed off with this little slut. So I revelled in the noises of discomfort and hissing pain as I sank myself into the depths of her ass without stopping until I could physically go no further.
Flora did moan and cry out, just as she had before I had set foot in the room, but she didn’t complain. She didn’t tell me to stop. In fact, after a few minutes of slow but deep penetration, she told me to give her more.
“Mmmmm, fuck my şirinevler escort tight ass Dr Wainwright. It feels so good. I’m sorry I’m so tight back there. I’ll be better next time. Mmm. Yessss. Fuck me harder, please.”
I was more than happy to oblige her whorish desires. I slapped her ass until it was pink and raw, and then I spread her cheeks wide before shifting up a gear. Her asshole swallowed my cock easily, sucking it deep inside. The friction was intense. I knew I had to slow down and pace myself or I would cum soon, after only a short opportunity to fuck this girl’s amazing ass.
I slowed down and tried to catch my breath and think about something distracting. Flora had other ideas.
“Ohh, Dr Wainwright. Don’t stop. Keep fucking my ass. It hurts but it’s so good. Your cock is so good, I love it. It’s filling me up. Fuck me as hard as you want, I can take it. Fill me up, please sir.”
It felt like blood and heat rushed into my head and the base of my cock at the same time. Her filthy mouth and her filthy hole overpowered me, drove me wild and out of control. I grunted in-between frantic breaths. And I fucked her sluthole as hard as I could.
Her body shook and her hips and legs couldn’t support the pounding for very long. I could feel them start to slip and weaken the angle of her upraised ass. But it didn’t matter, I was pushing past the edge and losing track of anything but my own oncoming storm. Flora whimpered and rocked beneath me. Just when she was about to collapse entirely, I felt something burst within me, and I unleashed my hot seed inside her ass.
I slammed back and forth in unsteady thrusts as I sought to get deeper and deeper inside her with each ejaculation. Her ass had completely intoxicated me and I needed to fill it up, just as she had asked.
I don’t know how long my orgasm lasted, but it was numbing and made my awareness blink unsteadily. I do know that about 10 seconds after I felt my consciousness solidify once more, Flora collapsed and my cock slipped free from her now-lubricated shithole. She breathed heavily and had her eyes closed, like she’d just laid down after an intense session at the gym. Her ass was tanned pink, her upturned cheek red too. Cum dripped onto her ass and lower back from my sensitive cock.
I felt an abrupt sense of shame and regret. This wasn’t appropriate behaviour for someone in my position. And with a student no less. She wasn’t that young, but I would probably be closer to her parents’ age than her own. And I’d just defiled her asshole on a patient’s bed. Jesus. Fuck.
Then she opened her eyes and I saw that flame of lust and complete submission again. My crisis felt ridiculous now; this slut lived for this. And she was the one that had seduced me, not the other way around. She had been practically begging me to despoil her. Use her as a fucktoy.
My mood manically tilted in the other direction from guilt and regret. This bitch had seduced me! Used me! And she was just lying there, smirking at me. Why did she look like she’d won? This wasn’t a contest, or a fun distraction, it was a trick played on me. Orchestrated by a sneaking little whore who thought she was better than me. We would see about that. I’d wipe that smirk off her face.
I pulled at Flora’s side and she managed to wearily roll over again onto her back. She smiled at me. Started to say something. I ignored her, fury in my heart and blood roaring in my ears. I pulled her up onto the pillows, propping her head and shoulders up slightly. I dropped to my knees and straddled her chest, trapping her arms by her sides beneath me.
Alarm and confusion lit up her face. I wrapped one hand around her throat and applied pressure. She gasped and kept her mouth open wide to squeeze in as much air as she could. Her eyes were wide and desperate. I shifted my weight forwards and guided my cock towards her mouth. She stared at it in dismay, smelling a potent mixture of semen and the inside of her rectum. She tried to shake her head.
“Nnnnnooo! Don’t…. Please…” she croaked out against the choking fist.
I sneered at her. As if she deserved any better. Her punishment was coming and she deserved every filthy inch of it. She tried to close her mouth but I flexed my hand around her throat and constricted her air even further. She kept her mouth open. She tried to beg again, but it was too late.
My cock was softening a little, but it was still swollen and rigid enough to force itself past her tongue and into her mouth. She gagged immediately. Bubbling saliva and phlegm burst out of the corners of her mouth. Her chin was covered immediately. The violent motions of her diaphragm and airways forced her further onto my soiled cock.
Tears welled up and poured down her cheeks. She shook her head desperately from side to side, tilted and twisting to get away from the foul taste in her mouth. I withdrew from her mouth and let her breath.
She gagged and retched disgustingly as soon as my cock was out of her mouth. Spit dribbled out of her and spattered on me as she coughed and retched. When she had air in her lungs and some semblance of control over herself she wheezed angrily at me.
“Fuck you. Don’t do that… It’s so awful. Fuck… Aacckkkkkkkkgh. It’s disgusting. It tastes disgusting.” She retched again, like she was about to be sick.
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