Night Shift

“FVCK me, harder babe!" I gripped the edge tightly while Marky, my fiancé, pounded me from behind. Whenever we both have the night shift, we meet up in this bathroom. I groaned and moaned freely because there was absolutely no one around during these early morning hours.

But even if Marky thrusts as deep as he can, I can't really feel him. My boyfriend's size is just tiny, though he is good at eating my pu$$y but that's just about it. Just as small as his d1ck is, his tongue is equally short, so I don't really get that intense pleasure, the kind of pleasure that almost makes you die. I want to experience that. I want to be hardfucked by a big d1ck, but I just got unlucky with my boyfriend. I wanted to relieve our stress for the entire day, but Marky is the only one enjoying it, I'm definitely not! He just can't reach the sweet spot I want.

Suddenly, someone walked in. My eyes widened this was a first for us. As an intern, I had already memorized the hours when the place was crowded and when it was empty, so I was genuinely shocked.

"Someone’s here, babe," I whispered. But when I saw the man, my jaw dropped; he was incredibly handsome. Was he a patient? But patients weren’t allowed in this bathroom, as they had their own. Was he a nurse or a doctor? I knew exactly who the duty doctor was at that hour. In fact, I knew all the staff, even the utility crew, and I had never seen this man here before.

Well, I don't give a damn who he is! He’s just… incredibly hot!

He seemed like he didn't care about his surroundings at all. I knew he could hear my moans, but he didn't even bother to throw a glance our way. He walked into one of the stalls, stripped down, and started showering right in front of the shower head. Because the door was just glass and this was a men's restroom, I could clearly see his nakedness. I bit my lower lip when I saw how well-built his body was—his broad back tapering down to his waist, his firm, muscular ass showing he clearly hits the gym, and his hairy thighs. I suddenly grabbed my own breast and squeezed it. "

"More, babe! Ahhhh, please babe!" I was getting even more turned on by the hot stranger. I felt myself getting even wetter, and I couldn't help but play with my clit; while Marky was pounding me, I was imagining the stranger. It felt like he would be much better at pounding, and his d1ck...I wished he would turn around or at least turn sideways; it looked like his d1ck was huge.

“Ahh, Marky, ahhh so good, babe!” I moaned even louder.

He fucked me faster until every pull and thrust made a sound, and I rubbed my clit even faster too. I was completely lost in pleasure; I could feel myself getting close to squirting.

“Harder, ohhh! Harder, babe. Push your entire d1ck inside me, thrust it all the way in, babe, ahhh!”

“Fuck, Adel, lower your voice. We aren't the only ones here!” he muttered, but I couldn't stop myself because every time he thrust into me, I imagined that the stranger with his back to me was the one pounding me.

And when he suddenly turned around, my eyes nearly popped out of my head at how huge he was.

While his hair was slicked back by the shower's wet stream, he casually held his package, stroking the thick vein that ran down its extraordinary length. It was huge, dangerously long, and throbbing slightly in his grip. My breath hitched in my throat; seeing the actual size of his d1ck up close completely stalled my brain. His d1ck wasn't just big—it was massive, a perfect masterpiece that looked heavy enough to break me with pure pleasure.

"Oh god, yes..." I moaned louder, desperately wanting the man to look in my direction, but he didn't look at all as if he were deaf or simply didn't care. Marky continued fucking me, but his fast, shallow thrusts were completely powerless against the exploding fantasy unfolding right in front of me. He was giving it his all, sweating and breathing heavily against my back, but I felt absolutely nothing there. In my mind, it wasn't Marky's small size sliding inside me; it was the thick, heavy shaft of the stranger pounding deep into my core, hitting the exact sweet spot I had been craving.

I arched my back even more, aggressively pushing my hips back against Marky just to make every stroke grind harder, while my fingers worked furiously against my clit. The scene of the stranger stroking his thick d1ck up and down while staring straight ahead sent a wave of intense heat straight to my thighs. I was soaking wet, overflowing, completely drowning in the intense lust and desire to experience a real hardfuck from a man with a body like that.

"Adel... I'm coming—I'm close!" Marky gasped, his grip tightening on my hips as his movements grew desperate.

He had absolutely no idea. He thought his fast, pathetic thrusts were the reason I was screaming, but my eyes were locked onto the glass door, watching the stranger as he began soaping his massive dick under the falling water. Every twitch of his shaft tightened my inside with intense anticipation. I wanted him to walk over here, push Marky away, claim me right here against the bathroom counter, and absolutely wreck me or leave me crippled. I wanted the kind of fuck that would leave me unable to stand!

"Ahhh! Yes, babe, right there! Push it all in!" I screamed out loudly, my voice echoing off the walls. I didn't care if the stranger heard me. In fact, I wanted him to look. I wanted him to see how badly his body was driving me insane.

My clit was throbbing from my fast rubbing, and with one last, massive imaginary thrust of the stranger's huge d1ck inside my mind, my body finally gave out. A violent shudder shot through my spine, and my walls clamped down tight as a hot, gushing wave of pleasure exploded from deep within me, leaving me trembling and gasping for air.

Oh God, I came just because of the man in front of me. Who on earth is he? He’s so damn hot!

The man finished showering first. I watched him dry himself off slightly, put on his clothes, and walk out of the bathroom. He didn't throw a single glance or look our way at all, as if there was absolutely no one around him, or perhaps he just looked down on us too much to even notice.

Only after he left did we finally breathe a sigh of relief. We also rushed to fix ourselves because our shift was ending. I just washed my body, rinsed my face, and adjusted my uniform. We walked out of the bathroom as if absolutely nothing had happened.

Suddenly, the nurses who were sleeping in the quarters began waking up. Chaos erupted outside; the staff looked frantic as they organized charts and scrambled around doing all sorts of things.

"What's going on? Why does everyone seem so panicked?" I asked a fellow nurse.

"Adel, haven't you heard? The actual owner of the hospital arrived earlier!" the nurse replied while hurriedly touching up her makeup.

"Is that so?"

"Dr. Matthew Fraser. He just got in from London, and his visit here today was completely unannounced."

Before the name could even sink into my brain, Marky suddenly pulled me close by my waist. Excitement was written all over my boyfriend's face.

"Babe, come on! I'm taking you with me," Marky said enthusiastically, pulling me along. "I had no idea Dad was arriving from London today. He went straight to the hospital from the airport. Perfect timing, I’ll introduce you to him as my fiancée."

I felt nervous, but I went along with him. As we walked toward the main office of the administration, a mix of anxiety and excitement churned in my chest. This was my chance to face the powerful owner of this prestigious private hospital, who also happened to be the father of the man I was going to marry.

When we reached the front of the office, Marky opened the door.

"Dad!" Marky called out.

A tall and incredibly handsome man slowly turned around from his swivel chair. He was holding a fountain pen, and his expensive suit only added to his overwhelming authority.

The moment our eyes met, my entire world shattered. I wanted the earth to swallow me alive from the sheer shock and intense shame that washed over me.

He was the stranger in the bathroom. And he was Marky's father!