Hindsight 20 20 Book 1Chapter 53
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Friday was a fucking brutal day at the hospital. We had four DOAs from a car crash on the freeway. Two teenaged boys, two teenaged girls. They were all banged up very badly, but that's not what got to me, as I've been working there as a nurse for over three years and have seen a lot of horrible shit. What bothered is was that, whiles the boys' faces were mangled beyond recognition, the lower part of their bodies were relatively untouched, and it was obvious they kept their bodies in firm, muscular shape, and their dicks were nice and fat. The autopsies revealed that both the girls had semen in their cunts, which made me feel better: at least they had done their duty as females by giving pleasure to their men before they died. But I kept thinking of all the jizz there have been from these young studs, how many girls and women they could have tamed in their lives, how many females could've been put in their places, how many uppity bitches could've been taken down a dozen pegs until they realized what their TRUE purpose in life was.
Then I got the news that Dr Meadows had chosen me to be his cum receptacle again. None of the nurses liked him, but we all need to keep our jobs!
When I stepped into his office, things proceeded as usual: He ordered me to disrobe, which I did immediately, and then, without being told, I lay down on the cot he officially had there for rest, but was actually used for ****. I had lain there many times before. I knew the drill. As he undressed, he seemed excited by the fact that my tits were fully swollen with nipples erect. This was actually because of the hard young male corpses with their beautiful big dongs, but I wasn't about to tell my boss that!
As always, Meadows didn't give a shit about foreplay, and reached for the plastic bottle of baby oil he kept handy to lubricate the cunts of his unwilling victims. But on Friday, because of the tragically-lost young men, my body was in full-spectrum arousal, and he noticed the glistening moisture on my swollen labia.
Grinning like a predator, he was obviously assuming that my slit was lubed and ready because of him! HA!
Every time he ****s me, I promise myself that I shall bear it but not enjoy it. But it fails every time: Once a hard male cock is in my vagina, my innate female need to be dominated takes hold, overruling my brain, my mind, and causing my body to submit to the Godlike Power of a man's erection. I arched my head back and gasped, succumbing to the Authority of the Penis. I wrapped my long, smooth legs around his torso, involuntarily but reflexively, to allow my r****t to more deeply violate my helpless, abused twat, and the same to putting my arms around him, trying to pull his face close for the possibility of a kiss, an acknowledgement that he had at least some emotional feeling for me.
But that didn't happen. It never does, with ANY of us nurses. No, it was Standard Operating Procedure:He began grunting, pulled out of my womb, straddled my smooth, flat tummy, and stroked his unwanted load all over my shoulders, tits and face. He then made me, as always, smear his seed after over myself until it dried while he got to clean up in his bathroom.
Are you familiar with Slut Walks? Dr Meadows conducts his own version: After his jism had dried on my flesh, I was ordered to put my uniform back on, but leave the top three buttons of my blouse unfastened. He then paraded my down the corridor, telling everyone with "exceptional work" I had done that day. Everybody he paused and spoke with could smell his dried cum on me, and most of them could SEE it on my face and exposed cleavage.
I got home and collapsed onto the floor in the fetal position, sobbing uncontrollably. I usually don't do that after a "meeting" with Dr Meadows. But I was still thinking of the dead young men from earlier that day, so much more deserving of owning a woman than the old, dessicated r****t who ruled my professional life and the lives of my colleagues!
Then I got the news that Dr Meadows had chosen me to be his cum receptacle again. None of the nurses liked him, but we all need to keep our jobs!
When I stepped into his office, things proceeded as usual: He ordered me to disrobe, which I did immediately, and then, without being told, I lay down on the cot he officially had there for rest, but was actually used for ****. I had lain there many times before. I knew the drill. As he undressed, he seemed excited by the fact that my tits were fully swollen with nipples erect. This was actually because of the hard young male corpses with their beautiful big dongs, but I wasn't about to tell my boss that!
As always, Meadows didn't give a shit about foreplay, and reached for the plastic bottle of baby oil he kept handy to lubricate the cunts of his unwilling victims. But on Friday, because of the tragically-lost young men, my body was in full-spectrum arousal, and he noticed the glistening moisture on my swollen labia.
Grinning like a predator, he was obviously assuming that my slit was lubed and ready because of him! HA!
Every time he ****s me, I promise myself that I shall bear it but not enjoy it. But it fails every time: Once a hard male cock is in my vagina, my innate female need to be dominated takes hold, overruling my brain, my mind, and causing my body to submit to the Godlike Power of a man's erection. I arched my head back and gasped, succumbing to the Authority of the Penis. I wrapped my long, smooth legs around his torso, involuntarily but reflexively, to allow my r****t to more deeply violate my helpless, abused twat, and the same to putting my arms around him, trying to pull his face close for the possibility of a kiss, an acknowledgement that he had at least some emotional feeling for me.
But that didn't happen. It never does, with ANY of us nurses. No, it was Standard Operating Procedure:He began grunting, pulled out of my womb, straddled my smooth, flat tummy, and stroked his unwanted load all over my shoulders, tits and face. He then made me, as always, smear his seed after over myself until it dried while he got to clean up in his bathroom.
Are you familiar with Slut Walks? Dr Meadows conducts his own version: After his jism had dried on my flesh, I was ordered to put my uniform back on, but leave the top three buttons of my blouse unfastened. He then paraded my down the corridor, telling everyone with "exceptional work" I had done that day. Everybody he paused and spoke with could smell his dried cum on me, and most of them could SEE it on my face and exposed cleavage.
I got home and collapsed onto the floor in the fetal position, sobbing uncontrollably. I usually don't do that after a "meeting" with Dr Meadows. But I was still thinking of the dead young men from earlier that day, so much more deserving of owning a woman than the old, dessicated r****t who ruled my professional life and the lives of my colleagues!
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