Mrs. Benn - Night Nurse Pt. 01

And that was it for Pickard, he jolted upright, knocking Tina back, and he roared as he ejaculated, his come splashing on to the carpet and his shirt. He then collapsed back into his chair, breathing heavily. The poor chap looked drawn and pale.

"Are you okay?" Tina asked with concern.

"Mmm," he mumbled. "Amazing, just amazing."

Tina squeezed her boobs back in her bra, and used some tissues to clean up the mess. "There," she said, "all ready for your dinner now Mr. Pickard?"

She pushed the tray in and as she did so he leant forward and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Thank you Nurse Benn, that was very kind of you."

She blushed, "don't mention it. If I'm honest, it wasn't much of a chore. I think Alfred has a date with Suzy and Lucy tomorrow don't you?" she winked.

"Oh, you make an old man very happy."

Tina felt pleased with herself, she had indeed made him happy. She couldn't remember the last time she could say that, whether sexually or otherwise, back in the real world.

She checked her sheet and moved onto her next task. A Mr. Slack, the notes said that he was usually asleep by now, and just to check on him.

The notes were right, a bald old man lay in the foetal position on his bed, snoring contentedly. His blanket had slipped halfway off, so Tina tucked it back in. As she did so, she noticed his arm hanging over the side and lifted it back up, only for it to twitch in her hand. Looking down she realised it was no arm she was holding but his long flaccid penis that hung over the side of the bed. It was a good 8 inches in this state.

This condition really does affect them she thought, as she placed it gently back in the bed. Absentmindedly she found herself stroking its length and it gave a faint stir. She shook herself and stepped away. This was going to be a long night she smirked.

Heading back up the corridor she noticed a light coming from Mr. Major's office. She knocked gently on the door and entered. The owner was sitting by his computer muttering to himself, with a look of desperation on his face.

"Erm, Mr. Major is everything ok?" she asked.

"What? Oh, it's you Nurse Benn. Yes, fine, erm. How are things?"

"Good, I've met two of the patients, and I'm off to see a Mr..." she checked her roster, "Langer next."

Major sighed, "ah, Langer. Good luck. He's one of the difficult ones. Still, it won't matter anyway after tomorrow." A look of despair washed over the man's gentle features and Tina felt a wave of pity for him. He looked like someone who on their retirement day has lost their pension.

"Oh. Can I ask why?"

He waved a form in the air, "this, the patient satisfaction survey. It's killing us. Unless we get good ratings from every patient, they'll close us down. The deadline for submission is midday tomorrow. So far I've got returns from half of them, but we're a specialist hospital, they're looking for a reason to shut us down. Unless I get good responses from all eight, we're sunk. The others say they won't return them or that they'll criticise us. I try really hard but the patients just don't seem happy, I don't understand why."

"I think I do," Tina ventured. "It's the other two nurses, Mr. Pickard told me they tease the men, about their, you know, affliction. I guess it makes them feel frustrated."

Major sank his head onto the table, "of course! I knew it. I should have taken action. Oh well, it's too late now. We'll be closed by the end of the month. I may as well return a null submission now."

"Wait. I'm pretty sure Mr. Pickard will give us a return now. I got on well with him. And maybe I can get the others to be nice too, especially if you promise to do something about the nurses."

She could see that Major wanted to hope, but was scared to let himself do so. "Do you really think you could? How?" And then he laughed, looking at her voluptuous figure bursting from her skimpy uniform. "Or shouldn't I ask?"

She winked at him, full of confidence, "I have my ways." She collected the survey forms from Major's desk, allowing him a good eyeful of cleavage as she did so and set off down the corridor with a sense of purpose.