A Nursing Tradition Pt. 02

"Wait," I said.

She froze, her hands clutching the hem of her scrubs.

"Grab a pair of scissors," I said.

Her head hung in defeat, realizing what I was planning, but stepped out of the room.

Honestly, I wasn't expecting more than just a simple squeeze of her breasts, but the fact that she was so quick to reach for her top made me reconsider. How far could I take this?

Rachel returned, holding a pair of silver scissors in her hand. She looked at me, knowing exactly what I wanted but waiting for me to say it.

"Go on," I said. "Cut off your top, but start from the bottom."

She swallowed, and untucked her top and stretched out the hem of the shirt before starting to cut. It was almost like she knew exactly what I was hoping for. Each snip was deliberate, with enough of a pause for me to see the next bit of her stomach before making the next cut. First her stomach, then her navel, then the bottom of her magnificent tits.

She made the last cut, and her orbs came into view. My breath hitched, and I felt my cock throb harder. It was one thing to see them out on the floor through my peephole, but it was another thing entirely to see them up close with all of their detail. From just a few inches away and in the light of my room, I could see the pores of her skin, the way her pale skin contrasted with her darker nipples, the sweat on her skin and the slight tremble of her fingers.

"No bra?" I asked.

If possible, she blushed harder. "The scrubs feel uncomfortable against my bra. So...I don't wear them when I work."

I shook my head. "You're very naughty to do that, Rachel," I said. She tensed when I said her name, forgetting that she had introduced herself to me earlier. "But, I suppose you don't need them. Your breasts are so perky and flawless. I just want to..."

I reached forward and squeezed her right tit with my fingers. I rolled her nipple in between my fingers and felt it pop. I grinned as she started to moan, softly, but obviously in pleasure. The fact that she was enjoying it made me want to go even further.

I grabbed the scissors from her hand and made a slight cut in her scrub bottom. Rather than cutting down, though, I moved my fingers from her tits to her waistband and tugged. The fabric ripped down the middle, exposing her pussy. Despite having just been shaved, there was still a slight peach fuzz by her crotch. I reached forward and dragged my fingers across her pussy, admiring the sensation of her slight-rough fuzz contrasting with her smooth mound underneath. She let out a soft moan, but did nothing to stop me.

"No bra or panties," I said. "Going to work with no underwear, miss Rachel? How naughty."

She blushed. "But--"

I shook my head. "I think you need to be properly reprimanded." I stepped off the bed. My stomach still hurt, but the pain seemed to be of minor concern now.

Standing, I could now appreciate her fully naked form and her delicious curves. I swore, she could have been a model. Her fingers clenched and unclenched in obvious anxiousness, but she did nothing to cover herself, instead watching my hands.

"Bend over," I said. "and spread your legs."

She stretched her body across the bed and stretched her legs apart so every bit of her butt was available. As I stood over her, I felt a sense of power. The fact that I, as a patient, was wearing only a hospital gown, and she, the nurse, was wearing nothing emphasized how low she had come, completely humiliated and submitting herself to me completely.

I stood there and admired her perfectly smooth and rounded buttcheeks for a moment. I let my fingers graze her cheeks, and felt her shudder under my touch. Without warning, I gave her a nice, hard slap. She squealed at the sudden pain, and her skin turned red. I continued, giving her five, ten, hard swats. Her squeals turned into groans. Finally, after seventeen swats, I let my hand rest on her very red, very sore cheeks. She laid there, holding her breath, unsure if she was allowed to stand yet or not.

I stuck a finger inside of her. She groaned loudly as I dug in, exploring her. I knew the other nurses could hear, but I didn't think they would try to stop me.

Finally, I pulled out. She groaned, breathing hard and shaking.

I wasn't about to let her rest, though. I wanted everything. "Turn around, lean back."

She whimpered, rolling to her front and bending over backwards. I pressed up against her and placed both hands on her breasts. Man, her tits were perfect, flawless in nearly every way.

I let my hands drag down her stomach, exploring every inch of her. My hands neared her pelvis.

"W-wait--" she gasped.

I plunged two fingers inside of her, exploring her secrets. She half-screamed, half-moaned, flailing her legs. The fact that she wasn't bound and yet trying so hard not to move made the whole thing even more sexy for me.

I dug in, hard. I felt her pelvis contract, and hot cum squirted all over my fingers, even more intense than before.

"Two times in one night, Rachel?"

She whimpered, too tired to defend herself. Her body was slumped against the bed, unmoving.

"Well, it's my turn," I said. "On your knees."

She whimpered again, but slid to the ground, falling to her knees and looking up at me.

"Suck me."

She nodded demurely, accepting her fate. She pulled up my gown from the bottom, fishing out my cock. It was fully erect and throbbing for attention. She wrapped her hand around it and guided it into her mouth.

She sucked softly at first but increased in intensity. Now it was my turn to moan. I grabbed a tuft of her blond hair and pushed her in and out harder

I felt my cum surged through me and enter her mouth. I cummed more than I ever had before, my liquids flowing freely. She paused only slightly to swallow it and continued.

I fell onto the hospital bed, breathing hard alongside her. I let her pull out, and she nearly collapsed as well. I readjusted my gown, sighing at the ecstasy running through my body.

"Thank you, Miss Rachel," I said. "Your secret is safe with me."

She whimpered, muttering a soft "thank you" before standing to grab her destroyed scrubs.

"Miss Rachel?" I asked.

She froze.

"As your patient, you probably have to check on me several times throughout the night, yes?"

"Y-yes?"

"How many more?"

"T-t-two?"

"Only two?" I asked.

"Four. I mean five. Five more times."

I grinned. "That's more like it. See you soon."