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Hello Matron, you wanted to speak to me? Is there something wrong with my uniform? I'll attend to it straight away. Is that all? No? Something concerning a patient? Ah, yes, Mr Leung. Terribly sad case, I'm sure you'll agree.
Very severe psoriasis, yes. His temperature was soaring, and he was beginning to hallucinate when I visited him yesterday morning. He was calling out and muttering, so I gave him some fluids and checked his dressings.
Routinely, I have to bed-bath him and apply the creams afterwards.
What about yesterday in particular? Ah, well.... I bathed him , as usual, with lukewarm water and oilatum, beginning with his feet, then his shoulders, armpits and neck. I shaved him where I could - his face is not badly affected - and then I realised that he was feeling very poorly. After giving him a drink, I continued to bathe him; I rolled him carefully onto his right side, and washed his bottom, dried it and powdered it, the rolled him back and began to wash his penis and scrotum - again, not badly affected, but requiring very tender care. His fever was rising, and he began to mutter "Auntie," and "Mrs L", over and over again. He must have been quite....attached to these ladies, because he got....he became....excited, Matron, you know. You're not making this very easy for me. So it wasn't just his fever that was rising, was it? His penis was engorged when I next looked down, and the perspiration and discomfort were evident on his face.
Suddenly, he looked up at me, wide-eyed, and sighed "Auntie?", grasping his penis and starting to stroke it. In his fever, he held me by the wrist, very tightly, and seemed to be trying to whisper something to me. As I leaned over, he pulled open my uniform sank his head between my breasts, then lifted them out from my bra and began to lick them..As they were protruding quite far, he was able to take a nipple in his mouth and chew on it quite hard -I squeaked, but did not wish to disturb the other patients on the side-ward; no, I had drawn the curtains around him for the bed-bath.
Oh Matron, I felt so sorry for him - he had not had many visitors, and was in such discomfort. He whispered "Make me better Auntie", and drew my hand down to his erection, which was hot and harder than ever. I began to stroke it, assisted of course by the creams I'd used earlier, and it seemed to ease him; a tiny smile appeared on his face. I was able to keep him up by just using my fingertips for a while, but although he was very excited, I could not bring him off and get on with my next patient (Mr Norman, yes, triple hernia, very awkward for him poor man -I feel so sorry for him).
There was only one thing to do. I applied my mouth to his knob and began to lick it slowly, so that he would be reassured that I would be gentle. I felt him respond with a dribble of salty juice. Then I progressed downwards, taking the whole length of him into my throat, tonguing him and scr****g his shaft with my lips, sucking with increasing strength and speed. I could see that his perspiration was pouring from him by then, and his breathing was increasingly laboured; his pulse had shot up. As I drew on him for all I was worth, I milked the sperm from him - it seemed to come in torrents - and the spasm of his body gradually subsided. He seemed to fall into a doze, so I got on with my duties.
I'm sorry if you think I misbehaved, but our patients really do need tender, loving, care sometimes, and that's what I was giving him.
Oh, really? He's improved? Well, I wouldn't call it miraculous, Matron, no.. Promotion? I'd be delighted! Special duties? What would they be exactly? The same sort of treatment for all our male patients? Yes, of course! It would be a pleasure!
Very severe psoriasis, yes. His temperature was soaring, and he was beginning to hallucinate when I visited him yesterday morning. He was calling out and muttering, so I gave him some fluids and checked his dressings.
Routinely, I have to bed-bath him and apply the creams afterwards.
What about yesterday in particular? Ah, well.... I bathed him , as usual, with lukewarm water and oilatum, beginning with his feet, then his shoulders, armpits and neck. I shaved him where I could - his face is not badly affected - and then I realised that he was feeling very poorly. After giving him a drink, I continued to bathe him; I rolled him carefully onto his right side, and washed his bottom, dried it and powdered it, the rolled him back and began to wash his penis and scrotum - again, not badly affected, but requiring very tender care. His fever was rising, and he began to mutter "Auntie," and "Mrs L", over and over again. He must have been quite....attached to these ladies, because he got....he became....excited, Matron, you know. You're not making this very easy for me. So it wasn't just his fever that was rising, was it? His penis was engorged when I next looked down, and the perspiration and discomfort were evident on his face.
Suddenly, he looked up at me, wide-eyed, and sighed "Auntie?", grasping his penis and starting to stroke it. In his fever, he held me by the wrist, very tightly, and seemed to be trying to whisper something to me. As I leaned over, he pulled open my uniform sank his head between my breasts, then lifted them out from my bra and began to lick them..As they were protruding quite far, he was able to take a nipple in his mouth and chew on it quite hard -I squeaked, but did not wish to disturb the other patients on the side-ward; no, I had drawn the curtains around him for the bed-bath.
Oh Matron, I felt so sorry for him - he had not had many visitors, and was in such discomfort. He whispered "Make me better Auntie", and drew my hand down to his erection, which was hot and harder than ever. I began to stroke it, assisted of course by the creams I'd used earlier, and it seemed to ease him; a tiny smile appeared on his face. I was able to keep him up by just using my fingertips for a while, but although he was very excited, I could not bring him off and get on with my next patient (Mr Norman, yes, triple hernia, very awkward for him poor man -I feel so sorry for him).
There was only one thing to do. I applied my mouth to his knob and began to lick it slowly, so that he would be reassured that I would be gentle. I felt him respond with a dribble of salty juice. Then I progressed downwards, taking the whole length of him into my throat, tonguing him and scr****g his shaft with my lips, sucking with increasing strength and speed. I could see that his perspiration was pouring from him by then, and his breathing was increasingly laboured; his pulse had shot up. As I drew on him for all I was worth, I milked the sperm from him - it seemed to come in torrents - and the spasm of his body gradually subsided. He seemed to fall into a doze, so I got on with my duties.
I'm sorry if you think I misbehaved, but our patients really do need tender, loving, care sometimes, and that's what I was giving him.
Oh, really? He's improved? Well, I wouldn't call it miraculous, Matron, no.. Promotion? I'd be delighted! Special duties? What would they be exactly? The same sort of treatment for all our male patients? Yes, of course! It would be a pleasure!
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