I reject your reality, and substitute my own.
This story is going to require putting aside a lot of 'that could never happen' moments in your mind, but isn't that what fantasy is about? This story is meant to arouse, pure and simple. I hope you like it, and please do cast your vote when you finish.
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"Well, Mr. Phillips, it seems your luck is holding. I'd say we can have you out of those casts in another week or so."
John chuckled while glancing at the casts on his arms and legs that had left him bedridden since the accident weeks before. "If you want to call it luck."
Doctor Davis smiled, enhancing her already attractive features, and shook her head, causing her curly brunette locks to bounce. "When you meet the business end of a forklift, getting away with only broken arms and legs is lucky." She then yawned.
"Sorry to keep you up."
The doctor waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "I'm at the end of my normal day. The last thing we want is to delay your recovery by going against your internal clock. You've worked graveyard shift for over a decade now."
"I appreciate it."
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night."
John watched her leave, his eyes locked on the sexy sway of her bottom. It was one of the few times when he allowed himself the luxury of admiring his stunning doctor. The hospital robe and thin sheets did little to hide an erection, and Doctor Davis certainly had that effect on him.
His manhood swelling beneath the sheets, John lay his head back and wondered how he'd managed to rate such gorgeous doctors and nurses. It was torture at times, but the distraction from his immobility was certainly welcome.
After two years of unwelcome abstinence brought on by long work hours and working the graveyard shift, leaving him awake when everyone else was asleep, he was willing to take what he could get.
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"One. Two. Three," Amber counted out, and then the blonde smiled. "Rock crushes scissors — I win."
Amber's brunette opponent pouted, lamenting her luck at losing this little game two times in a row. "Lucky bitch."
Amber tossed her golden curls and let an evil grin spread across her face. "You'll win another one eventually." She unbuttoned the top button of her scrubs as she walked over to retrieve a cart with a basin sitting atop it. The tiny opening really revealed nothing at the moment, but she knew that would change when she bent over.
Cathy's mouth dropped open when Amber pushed the cart out in front of the nurse's station. "Oh my god — you're not wearing a bra, you slut."
"I have less to work with, so I have to flaunt it a little," Amber responded to her friend and colleague, who had a full cup size advantage. "I'm going to get a twitch out of that cock one way or another."
Cathy shivered. "If it ever happens to me, I'll probably faint. He's as thick soft as my boyfriend is when he's hard."
"At least you have a boyfriend. I'm just going through batteries," Amber responded as she pushed the cart toward John's room.
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Here we go again,
John thought as the nurse pushed the cart into his room and shut the door.
"Bath time, Mr. Phillips."
As always, John kept his eyes on her face, or stared at the ceiling while the nurse pulled the cart next to the bed and opened his robe. In his mind, he ran through a day at work, letting the details distract him from the attractive woman stroking a warm sponge over his chest.
"You should be able to do this yourself before long," Amber remarked as she dipped the sponge again and leaned over the bed.
"Looking forward to it," John responded, and glanced down. He immediately wished that he hadn't, because he could see straight down the blonde nurse's top. Though her nipples were still hidden in shadows, he could see both obviously firm globes, and knew that she wasn't wearing a bra. He snapped his eyes back to the ceiling, turning his thoughts to the start-of-day procedure at work, the most tedious portion of his normal day.
The sight of her bared charms had eroded his willpower, however. He could feel the faint tingle between his legs, and fought against it with everything he had. When the sponge moved lower, he had to turn his thoughts to even less arousing ones. Despite imagining the most obese, ugly woman he knew, he was losing the fight. When the sponge stroked over his thighs, it was over.
His cock swelling and straightening beyond any ability to control, John muttered, "Sorry," his face warming as blood rushed there as well.
"It's okay," Amber replied, "It's a natural reaction. I was actually a little concerned that you might have some restricted blood flow that the doctor might need to look into."
She continued to wash him despite his ever-growing erection, as if nothing had changed, but it did little to curb John's embarrassment. By the time she stroked the sponge over his family jewels, he was as hard as a rock and twitching from her touches.
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about," Amber said as she curled the sponge around his cock. "Just relax, we're almost done."
John couldn't help but close his eyes and revel in the feeling as she spent a long time stroking the moist sponge over his cock. When she'd lingered for what must have been a full minute, he opened his eyes and glanced down his body. He found her staring at his cock with nearly undisguised desire in her eyes as she squeezed the sponge tighter around him.
"It's getting a little dry," John suggested as he winced from the sponge scraping over his hard flesh.
"Sorry," Amber apologized as she uncurled her hand from around him, causing him to throb and twitch. Her voice had a husky quality that matched the hunger in her eyes, and he could see her stiff nipples pressing against the material of her scrubs.
"It's okay," John responded as he locked eyes with her. Her deep blue eyes drew him in, and some distant part of him was aware that she was breathing heavily. "It felt good," he said, his tongue acting before his brain could stop it.
Amber sucked in a deep breath and shuddered. She smiled and said, "That's my job — to get you feeling better."
"It's working," John said, caught up in her beautiful face, sexy body, and her eyes falling to his cock as he spoke.
"There's something else I could do," she said in a breathless whisper.
In complete disbelief, John couldn't answer that. The hard organ dancing between his legs was speaking volumes, however.
Amber curled her soft hand around his shaft, her fingers unable to touch around his girth. She stroked her hand slowly over him, using the other to pop open more buttons on her scrubs, fully revealing her breasts to him.
"Incredible," he sighed as the perky globes emerged from beneath the cloth.
