Chapter One
Dr. Clark had Nurse Bethany pinned against the wall of the empty, dimly lit operating
room. As chief of surgery, he was a handsome, important man, and she had felt honored
when he asked her to assist him in cataloguing supplies in the back up OR; but she could
see now he had something entirely different in mind.
“Why are you fighting me?” he complained, the words interspersed with nibbles to the long
stalk of her neck. “You know what I want to do to you.”
“I. . .I. . .It’s just that I hardly know you, sir,” she stammered, already swooning
under the feel of his muscular body, his hot breath, his penetrating kisses, his hard cock
bulging through his scrubs against her petite body.
“What’s to know?” he let down the tresses of her tightly pinned, golden hair. “I’m the
head surgeon. I’ve just come off a three-hour quintuple bypass and I need some relief.
The kind only a nurse can give.”
Bethany could hardly believe it. The man was actually removing her scrub top to get at
her tightly bound breasts, amply camouflaged under the thick sports bra. He was a very
attractive older man, it was true, but still this was hardly appropriate behavior for a
doctor at the city’s most prestigious hospital. “Sir, what if someone walks in?”
“You’re new here, aren’t you, Nurse Collier?” His tone with her was patient, as though
she were a small child; his behavior, however, was anything but juvenile, as he
frantically stripped her. “I can see you don’t know how things are done. For starters,
we prefer to see our RN’s in sexier undergarments. Something to catch the eye, shall we
say. Visual stimulation, after all, is important for our hard working doctors.”
“Doctor Clark,” she gasped as he peeled the bra over her heaving tits, exposing them to
the bitter, regulation chill of the OR. “What are you doing?”
“Taking care of what you should have attended to yourself, Nurse Collier. From now on,
you will know that when one of the doctors summons you into this room you are to strip
immediately to your undergarments. More often than not it will be a simple matter of
giving oral pleasure, but undressing is required nonetheless. In certain cases, a doctor
may want you ready in advance, up to and including being entirely nude minutes or hours
before his arrival. In that case, you will wait in whatever position is required, most
often bent over the operating table. Protection will be employed, naturally. I assume
you are on the pill?”
“But—but this is preposterous,” exclaimed Nurse Beth in disbelief. “We are professional
staff members, just like you, you can’t possibly expect us to. . .”
Dr. Clark grabbed Bethany’s nipple just hard enough to get her attention. “Kindly
desist from conversing, Nurse Collier and remove your slacks and underwear.”
Beth winced in pain as he maintained the pressure, guaranteeing her awkward standing
compliance. In a few moments time, she had managed to slide down the loose scrub-like
uniform trousers and the white cotton panties along with her shoes and socks. Her bare
feet were icy cold on the white floor as she stood before him nude, her one nipple still
clamped between the man’s fingers, the other throbbing with need. To her great shame, she
felt a damp spot between her legs. Telling herself it was adrenalin and fear and nothing
else, she commenced begging.
“Please, don’t hurt me, sir.”
“Hurt you?” he laughed, tugging his wrist downward to force her to her knees. “Young
lady, that is the farthest thought from my mind. Provided, of course, you obey me without
question,” he added ominously.
Beth didn’t need it spelled out to know the man wanted her to suck him. Did she dare to
fight him? And if she did, what would it cost her? Her job, her career, or maybe even
her very life.
“Open,” he commanded, employing that very same no-nonsense voice he used in the
operating room when calling for a scalpel.
Beth Collier, whose every ounce of training in nursing school had involved unquestioning
deference to doctors, found herself unable to resist as he pressed the tip of his swollen
cock to her soft and pliant lips. Beth took him deep as she could, but he wanted more.
Her jaws gaping, she did her best, even as she braced her shivering body against the cold
of the operating room.
“Didn’t they teach you anything in school?” he grumbled, repositioning himself to
deep-throat the girl.
Beth tried not to gag. She felt almost sick. Here she was on her knees, naked in a
public hospital, performing fellatio on the chief surgeon, a man old enough to be her
father.
“Yes,” he grunted, hands on the side of her head to better position himself for
piston-like thrusts. “That’s it, nurse. Suck it good and hard; show me what a good
little cock sucker you are.”
The coarse language both enraged and aroused Beth. She felt like a cheap whore, a used
girl. In one way, she was worse than a whore, because at least that type of woman got
paid for sexual activity.
“Good girl,” he crooned, increasingly breathless. “Such a good little nurse girl.”
Beth glowed at the praise, condescending as it was. The realization of this only made
her the more embarrassed.
“Oh, yes,” he moaned, his guard of professionalism lowered just a tiny bit. “I’m going
to come in your mouth, you little slut. I want you to drink it all down, like it’s a
medicine, a special concoction I’m prescribing to you.”
Oh, God, she thought, he wants me to swallow. Only once before had she ever done this
act with a man, and that was with a boy who said he was in love and wanted to marry her.
At that time she’d spit out his white-hot juices onto the ground off the old dirt road by
the cornfield where she grew up.
“Take my medicine,” he demanded, drunk with his own power. “Drink it all down.”
Dr. Clark filled her mouth with his spunk, thick waves of it blasting the back of her
throat. As best she could, Bethy took it down without choking. He held her in place
afterwards, continuing to enjoy his after shocks. At long last he released her,
compelling her to lick his cock clean.
Tears welled in Bethy’s eyes as she ran her tongue over the man’s flagging erection, her
position one of utter and frustrating servility.
“Get dressed,” he told her when he was satisfied.
Shakily rising to her feet, Bethy went to pull on her panties.
“No,” countered Dr. Clark. “You will leave the underwear off the rest of your shift.
Maybe that will be incentive to wear something more suitable tomorrow.”
Clark took the bra and panties from her and shoved them into the sharps container
mounted on the wall, making sure she’d never have access to them again. In utter shock
and disbelief, Bethy glared at them inside the red plastic box, lost among various pieces
of bio-hazardous waste.
“I’d like some coffee,” he smacked her naked ass hard. “Run down to the cafeteria and
fetch me some when you’re done.”
Without another word, he walked out, leaving her with nothing but her scrubs and a
stomach full of warm jism. So much for my first day on the job, she thought glumly.
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