The day I turned sixteen, I applied for a job at our local hospital. I had no interest in working at the local burger joint, and I figured I'd get hired because my mom was a nurse there. My dad said I was tall for my age, five-foot-eight, mostly all legs, a bit gangly, weighing almost one hundred-fifteen pounds. I was well on my way to having a great rack of tits, sitting firm and high on my chest. They had been the boys' focus at the parties I'd attended since I was in eighth grade.
Not that I'm a slut or anything, but several boys have played with my tits, and yeah, I let them fuck me every once in a while when the mood hits me. I interviewed with the personel department at the hospital, and once they knew I was Tricia Cane's daughter, i was immediatley hired. I plan on becoming a nurse like my mom, although my dad wants me to attend school to be a lawyer and join his firm.
My mom was so proud of me that I got hired. She took me out to lunch, and I told her where in the hospital I'd be working and who I would report to. My head nurse was Hannah Hampstead, one of my mom's best friends. My mom told me all about Hannah and what to expect. Hannah oversaw the catastrophic injury dept, and it was a big responsibility. She made me promise to do everything Hannah wanted, and then we went to the surgical supply store to get my Candy Striper outfit.
The store had racks of clothes, pantsuits, and shorts, but my mom wanted me to wear a traditional dress, so I combed through the racks, looking for my size. I only found two nearly my size dresses and went to try them on. The first one was too baggy and hung on me like a blanket, and the second one fit me fine, except when I looked in the mirror, my long legs were all I noticed, and the dress was super short, coming well past mid-thigh. I was shocked to see my panties peeking out from underneath.
I pulled the dress down as far as it would go and went to show my mom.
"Oh, my, that's a bit short, isn't it," my mom said, walking around me and scoping it out.
"Yeah, a little, but I have dresses at home about this length," I offered, looking in the mirror.
"You do? Where did you get those?" my mother asked.
"Daddy took me shopping for my birthday," I replied.
My mother shook her head in disgust, and I thought my dad would be getting a lecture tonight.
"Mom, it's the only dress that fits," I moaned.
"Well, alright, we'll see what Hannah thinks of it," she replied.
I was so excited when Saturday was my first day at work. My mom drove me to the hospital and showed me what floor and section I'd work in. I was introduced to Hannah, who looked me over before looking at my mom.
"That's some dress she's wearing, Tricia," Hannah offered.
"Hannah, I'm sorry, but it's the only one that fits her," my mom said apologetically.
"Well, she'll be getting plenty of attention from the male staff and patients," Hannah laughed.
With that, my mom laughed, and my day started. I was paired with Emily, an older Candy Striper who would show me the ropes. We walked through the ward, refilling water pictures and removing breakfast trays as I saw the patients and their serious injuries. We fluffed pillows and folded blankets, trying to be quiet as the patients slept, although some seemed never to wake up.
It wasn't long before school let out for the summer, and I went to full-time hours. My duties increased as I became more comfortable with my job. The staff was invaluable, especially the male staff, who showed me the ropes. They did tend to drop things on the floor and asked me to pick them up, getting a view of my panties. I didn't mind; it was harmless fun for me, and I, in return, became a flirt and tease, lifting my skirt or scratching underneath it.
I became more emboldened, leaving my bra at home and wearing the new French thongs I purchased with my newfound wealth. Now when I bent over, the male doctors and nurses saw my bare butt and barely covered bald pussy. I instantly became the doctor's favorite Candy Striper. They, in return, would brush up against me, the back of their hands touching my inner thigh or bare bottom.
Then, one Friday, we received a new patient from the E.R., A man in his thirties who had life-threatening injuries. His parachute didn't fully open on his last dive of the day and had broken many bones. His legs were cast from feet to just below his hip, both arms were cast over bars that kept his arm stretched out to his side, and his head bandaged. He had tubes and wires all over his body; he was lifeless on his oversized hospital bed.
I looked at his chart, and Danny Wells's name seemed familiar, but I couldn't figure out why. Hannah told me I'd have to look in on him often as we'd have to do everything for him. I continued my rounds and looked in on an elderly lady, helping her get a drink from her water pitcher when Dr. Ryan, the chief of surgery, came in. Dr Ryan was the heartthrob of the hospital; at thirty-eight, he was one of the youngest doctors to hold that title.
Plus, he was extremely handsome. Dr. Ryan stood behind me as I bent over the bed with one leg on it, holding myself up with one arm while holding the water pitcher in the other.
"How is our patient doing today?" he asked.
"She seems fine, sir," I responded.
I felt his hand touch my bare butt, cupping a cheek and gently squeezing it, the tips of his fingers touching the fabric of my panties; I jumped slightly but did nothing to stop him.
"I 've been hearing very good things from the staff about you," He said softly.
He continued to squeeze my butt cheek as his fingertips dipped under the strap of my thong, as my body shifted uncomfortably.
"When you're done here, I want you to go into the bathroom and remove these," he whispered. "And never wear panties again, alright?"
"Um, yes, sir," I replied, not wanting to get in trouble.
Dr. Ryan left, and I finished with the patient. I went to the nurses' lounge, and in the bathroom, I removed my panties and put them in my locker. My pussy was wet from our encounter, and I could feel the cold air on my pussy as I walked back to the nurse's station. I felt very naughty being bare under my dress, but nervous my pussy would be seen by everyone with my dress being so short.
I returned to my rounds, but the rest of the morning shift was uneventful. Right before lunch, I was helping another patient with his lunch when Dr. Ryan entered the room and walked out behind me. He didn't touch me but stood there watching and waiting. The tension was getting to me, so I uttered.
"I did as you said, sir," in a quiet voice.
"Wonderfull," he replied and walked out.
I was confused. I thought I'd get felt up, but nothing. I ate lunch wondering what Dr. Ryan was doing, but I quickly put it out of my mind. I chatted with the nurses and orderlies, ensuring my legs were closed under the table. When I returned to the nurses' station, Hannah greeted me.
"Did everything go ok? Were you on your rounds this morning?" she asked.
"Why, yes," I replied.
"Well, Dr. Ryan sent word to send you to his office as soon as possible," she said.
"Oh, no, did I do something wrong?" I asked anxiously.
"You'll have to go and find out," she replied.
A sense of doom hung over me as I quickly walked to Dr. Ryan's office. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Come in," I heard faintly.
Slowly, I opened the door, noticing Dr. Ryan sitting behind his desk.
"Good afternoon, Danni," he said without smiling.
"Good afternoon, Sir," I said meekly.
He motioned me to come around his desk and turned his chair to ward me as I stopped before him. I stood there with my hands at my sides, looking down at my shoes.
"Do you like your job, Danni?" he asked.
"Yes sir, very much," I offered.
"Good, we enjoy having you work here," he replied.
"Thank you,"
"A few of the doctors and I feel your career would benefit from some personal training to improve your skills," he said, leaning back.
"Oh," I said unsure.
"Would you like the doctors and me to train you?" he asked firmly.
"Yes, sir, I'd welcome that," I said, feeling honored.
"Wonderfull, would you like to start now, Danni?" he asked smiling.
"Yes, sir, I'd love to," I replied.
"Very well, your classroom is inside that door. Go in and get ready, and call for me when you are," he said, confusing me.
I walked to the door on the side of his office, slowly opened it, and peeked inside. I didn't see a study, books, or a desk, just a bathroom. Looking the other way, I saw my classroom, a queen-sized bed with a shaggy brown wool comforter and a few pillows. My head began to spin, and I became light-headed.; I thought about leaving but then stepped inside.
I closed the door and looked around; there was no misunderstanding about what he wanted and what my training involved. I was about to have sex with a man more than twice my age. I know my mom would be super pissed if she knew what was going to happen, but according to everything I'd heard, she was fucking the hospital administrator's brains out almost daily.
I reached behind me, unzipped my dress and put it on the dresser, opened the door to the bedroom, and crawled into bed. Dr. Ryan entered soon afterward and began to undress. He was very fit and had a nicely tanned body. When he dropped his shorts, I gasped softly; his cock was bigger and flaccid than the ones I'd played with were hard. He crawled into bed and hugged me; he smelt so good, not like dirty socks and farts, like the boys my age.
He leaned in and kissed me as I fell into his arms and kissed him back. He was very patient and caring, caressing me softly as we made out, my pussy boiling already. I could feel my juicy syrup filling my pussy pils and beginning to run over my puckering butthole.
"Umm," I moaned as he played with my puffy nipples, pinching and twisting them.
I'd never experienced extended foreplay before, and my body was responding to it. My whole body was alive to the sensations he brought out in me. His lips left mine and slowly worked down my body kissing im ears and neck and settling at my breasts for a minute, sucking on my rock-hard nipples and gently biting them, making me squeal.
His tongue took over, slapping my nipples before training down to my stomach as my back arched in anticipation of his tongue in my boiling twat. I'd listened to girls' tails of getting eaten out, but I'd never experienced it before, and now it was moments away from happening. He gently kissed my pussy before extending his tongue and dipping inside, causing my back to arch in excitement.
"Oh, oh, um," I moaned.
His tongue cut through my pussy like a hot knife through butter, finding my swollen clit and flicking it back and forth as I squirmed underneath him.
"Oh, oh, God," I cried as pleasure surged through me.
Dr Ryan sucked my pussy into his mouth, sucking the sweet syrup into his mouth. My body squirmed under the attack of the doctor's talented mouth and tongue. My hands gripped the back of his head, and I pulled his face into my slipper snatch and let loose with my first orgasm caused by a man.
"Umm, um, oh God, oh, oh," I cried out as pleasure surged through my body.
I was breathing hard when the doctor pulled his glistening face from between my legs. He wiped off his face and smiled.
"I take it you've never had your pussy eaten before?" he asked.
"No, no, that was the first," I sighed.
Dr. Ryan flipped over and sat up in bed, and that's when I noticed his hard cock sticking up, pulsing between his legs.
"Holy Fuck," I said, shocked at the size of it.
"You've sucked one of these before, correct?" he asked calmly.
"Nothing that big," I replied nervously.
"Show me," he ordered.
I crawled up in his lap and grabbed his fat long cock; it was warm and moist. I kissed the tip and swirled my tongue all around the head; it tasted clean and meaty.
"Umm," I moaned as I wrapped my lips around it, flicking my tongue back and forth through the opening. I fed the fat shaft into my wanting mouth and began to bob my head up and down, twisting my head from side to side.
"Hmm, you're a talented young cock sucker, aren't you?" he said, admiring my skill.
At that moment, I was cast back to middle school and Tom Brown's basement, where on Friday night during the school year, I learned to suck boy's cocks. At the age of twelve, I found my passion for sucking cock and eating the sperm that shot into my mouth. I went from sucking one boy's cock to sucking off everyone at the party.
I would let the boys and girls at the parties watch me do it; the boys were anxious for their turn, and the girls were relieved that they wouldn't be asked to do it. By my first year in high school, I was known as "blow job Danni." Boys at parties always tried to get me to suck the first cock because they knew if I sucked one, I'd suck ten or fifteen.
I was snapped back to reality by the taste of semen and the doctor's gentle hand on the back of my head. I knew the doctor was close, and I was ready; I love it when boys' cocks jerk and then squirt into my mouth. I felt a bump on my lower lip, and the fire hose opened its spigot.
"Oh, oh, fuck, oh, oh," Dr Ryan moaned as his cock unloaded a sunami of sperm in the back of my throat.
"Umm, umm," I moaned as I gathered the doctor's gift in my mouth.
I didn't swallow; I waited till his balls had emptied and then pulled off his cock and opened my mouth, showing him his pearly white sperm that filled my mouth before swallowing it.
"Wow, that was excellent fellatio, young lady, just like your mother," He complimented me.
I saw his cock was still hard and figured out what was coming next. I crawled onto my knees and stretched out on the bed, my face on a pillow and my pussy and asshole sitting up high for the taking.
"Very well," Dr. Ryan said as he settled between my legs and slapped my sloppy wet pussy with his cock. I felt the head of his cock lodge into the opening of my fuck chute, and he pushed forward. Initially, my pussy resisted the fat invader, but the pressure and too much of my lubricant proved too much, and my lips spread, and his cock slid inside.
"Oh, oh, fuck, it's big," I cried out.
He was gentle and slowly fed his fat nine-inch sausage into my straining cock hole. I moaned as I felt the walls of my pussy fighting to stretch fast enough to accommodate it. He hit bottom and only then began to slowly fuck me, pulling almost all the way out and then shoving it home again.
"Umm, it's so, so, big, and feels so good," I moaned in pleasure as the good doctor picked up the pace, the "pop, pop, pop" of our bodies colliding getting louder and louder.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck me, fuck me harder, I wailed.
Dr Ryan bore down and began driving his fat piston into my tiny port, driving me wild; I started pushing back to meet his thrusts, and the remainder of his cock began to disappear into my overstuffed twat. I could feel his balls swinging between my legs, and when they started slapping my stomach, I knew he was balls deep inside me.
My pussy tingled, and my thighs trembled as I felt another orgasm building inside me. I've never had an orgasm fucking before, so I didn't know how explosive it was going to be. It built inside me until I couldn't stand it any longer, and I lost my shit.
"Oh, fuck me, yes, yes, yes, oh, oh, I cried out as I clinched the bed sheets in my hands and held on for dear life.
Feeling my cum, Dr. Ryan couldn't hold out any longer and slammed his cock home as it exploded inside my unprotected pussy.''
"Oh, Christ, yeah, yeah," He moaned as his cock jerked, pumping his sperm into my baby maker.
He collapsed on top of me, and we tumbled onto the bed, panting like two dogs in heat.
"Holy fuck," I sighed.
"Yeah, that's good pussy," he acknowledged.
I got up, holding my pussy lips together, and ran for the bathroom to get rid of my cream pie while Dr. Ryan began to dress.
"You know your mom was a terrible fuck when we hired her; now she's one of the best we have here. She's a big hit at the medical conferences; she makes house calls day and night for us doctors. But I can tell you'll take her spot at the top soon. I couldn't believe my mom was a whore; she always acted so prim and proper. And now I was going to follow in her footsteps.
"So you mentioned other doctors training me also?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, Dr. Reese, Dr. Romeo, Dr. Limpert, and Dr. Sawyer will all call you in for private lessons," he told me.
"And these lessons will be given on a bed?" I asked.
"Yes, yes, they will," he responded.
I put on my dress and walked back to my nurse's station.