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I am a nurse, and my job is to help people in their most vulnerable times. It is a noble profession, one that demands empathy, patience, and an unyielding desire to care for others. But there are times when my professional decorum falters, and my primal urges take over. And yesterday, that happened twice.
It all started when I saw him. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had a chiseled jawline that could cut diamonds. His eyes were piercing, and he had a five o’clock shadow that only added to his rugged charm. But it was his crotch that caught my eye. The way his pants hugged his thighs and emphasized his bulge made me weak in the knees. It was like an invitation, a challenge even, to see what lay beneath those fabric layers. I felt myself getting wet, my heart racing, my breaths coming out in short gasps.
But I knew better than to let my imagination run wild while on the job. So, I pushed my thoughts apart and got back to work. It was easy to distract myself, considering how busy the hospital was that day. Patients kept coming in, some with minor injuries, others with life-threatening conditions. I tended to each of them, giving them the attention and care they deserved. But deep down, I couldn’t shake off the image of his cock from my mind. It was like a nagging itch that wouldn’t go away.
And then, just as I was starting to regain control of myself, she came into the picture. She was young, vibrant, and had a mischievous glint in her eye. Her name was Sarah, and she was a patient of mine. When she removed her clothes, I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of her perfectly shaved butterfly pussy. It was pink, wet, and inviting. I wanted to touch it, taste it, explore every inch of it.
Again, I tried to push away those thoughts, but they refused to be silenced. As I examined her, my hands trembled with anticipation, my mouth watering with desire. I wanted to lean in, to kiss her between her legs, to feel her quiver under my touch.
But I didn’t. Instead, I took a deep breath, steadied myself, and continued with the examination. Once I was done, I left the room, feeling relieved and frustrated at the same time. I had to discover a way to release my pent-up desires. So, I went to the bathroom during my lunch break, hoping to discover some privacy.
As I leaned against the wall, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I imagined being in a threesome with the hot guy and Sarah. I visualized us exploring each other’s bodies, kissing, licking, touching. I felt my heart race, my blood boil, my body tingle with anticipation.
And then, without warning, I felt a surge of pleasure course through my veins. I moaned softly, as I rubbed my clit harder, faster. I could feel the wetness seeping through my panties, and soon enough, I squirted a decent amount of cum onto them.
I opened my eyes, shocked at what had just happened. I had never squirted before, especially not at work. But it felt incredible, liberating even. I cleaned myself up as best I could, using some paper towels and hand sanitizer, and then walked back to my station.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. I was still buzzing from my earlier experience, my body pulsating with desire. And even though I knew it was unprofessional, I couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if the hot guy and Sarah were to actually engage in a threesome with me. Would they be as willing as I was? Would they take turns pleasing each other, or would we all join in at once?
The wondered made my heart race and my breath quicken. I could feel my panties getting wet again, and I knew I had to get a hold of myself before it became too obvious. I tried to focus on my work, to distract myself from my carnal desires, but it was easier said than done.
By the end of the day, I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. But I was also exhilarated, knowing that I had experienced something forbidden, something taboo. And even though I couldn’t act on my fantasies, I knew that I would all the time have them, tucked away in the deepest corners of my mind.
As I walked out of the hospital, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I had survived another day, another shift, without succumbing to my darkest impulses. But I also knew that I would never forget the hot guy, Sarah, and the threesome I had imagined. They would stay with me forever, tempting me, teasing me, taunting me. And who knows, maybe one day, my fantasies might come true. Until then, I’ll just have to keep my mind focused on my work, and my body under control.

NSFW: yes

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