Naughty Nurses Novels & Stories

We were suddenly getting away from each other when the door opened and a nurse entered. "Sorry for the trouble. I'll just monitor the patient's BP," the nurse spoke to us apologetically before approaching the sleeping old man. I don't know if she notice that we were doing something before she came in or not. Or maybe she's just good at pretending that nothing happened. The nurse didn't stay long inside Grandpa's room and left immediately after she was done with her work. When the nurse was gone Phil and I were both speechless. It was only then that we felt the awkwardness because something almost happened to us.

She looked around but all she could see was a classy hospital where everyone wears a uniform. Dimitri was a man of discipline and which meant everyone had to follow a strict dress code. Light Blue t-shirt and pants for all the doctors. Brown pants and a t-shirt for all the nurses and navy blue for the cleaning and other hospital staff such as the people working in cafeterias. Ayra had already collected her uniform three days before her residency started. She was wearing her uniform and still had her bag on her shoulders. She wanted to ask Dimitri where she could keep it but then decide it was for the best if she shuts her mouth.

she said sadly. “Hey! Why are you upset right away huh ?! All good people make mistakes before they become good, they also practice what! Not the ta-da! You’re good right away without any practice! That’s why sick people go to the hospital, isn’t it? To get better! They took medicine before they recovered, they weren’t well right away! “I replied to him.

"You guys were taking too long, and I heard a—" I never finished the sentence. High above us, on the rusted catwalk of the neighboring warehouse, a flash of moonlight hit glass. A sniper scope. "Gio! Look out!" I screamed, lunging toward him. It was a clumsy move. I wasn't a soldier; I was a nurse. I tripped over a stray coil of rope, my legs tangling. Instead of a heroic tackle, I went sprawling onto the open concrete, right into the center of the kill zone.

Waiting for me to screw up. This is not the life I thought I’d have after nursing school. I had this picture in my head, something steady, clean. A bright ward. Maybe pediatrics. Instead? I’m hopping from one shift to another, sending out application after application. Rejections stack up in my inbox like junk mail. Fifteen of them now. Or maybe more. I don’t even need to count anymore, the number just hangs there, taunting me. “Nicole,” a voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

Jake's POV 'You have been staring at me all night, Jake,' Nurse Valeria , my curvy supervisor at the private clinic where I was an intern, said, leaning against the bed rail, voice soft and teasing. She crossed her arms, lifting her breasts up. My face flushed. 'Sorry, Nurse Valeria. I was just... tired.' I looked down to the floor but felt my cock twitch in my pants. This woman was too desirable. She took a step closer, her perfume reaching my nose, something sweet and floral. 'Tired? Or turned on? I see how you look at my when I bend over.' Her hand touched my forearm, gripping me hard.

My uniform felt too tight, my nipples hardening against the bra, begging for attention. Stepping closer, I peeled off my uniform top, buttons straining as my heavy breasts spilled free, barely contained by the lacy black bra. Devante's breath hitched, his cock twitching in his grip. 'Shit, Vanessa, those tits...' I unhooked the bra, letting it drop, my big round breasts bouncing free, nipples dark and pebbled in the cool air. His eyes devoured me, and I felt powerful, wanted, the slutty nurse fantasy coming alive. Kicking off my shoes, I shimmied out of the skirt, revealing matching panties already damp at the crotch. His hand pumped faster, but I batted it away.

and pulled down my shorts and underwear. A grin spread over the nurses' face. “Not bad “she said as she examined my now completely naked body. “A little bit of work but we have time”. She picked up my sopping wet clothes and disappeared into the back room. I quickly surveyed my surroundings. The shelving units had been pushed back to make way for tables and chairs. Each table was beautifully presented with a red gingham table cloth and a vase of flowers. The glass counter served as the tea and coffee station. A gleaming top the range coffee shined with chrome and black plastic. In the middle of the room stood a metal tea trolley ready to be laden with cakes. It would look like an old fashion

His gaze was still the same cold ones like she'd always known and again, he glared at her from her head to her toes. “I called you here to warn you, stay professional with all the male employees in this hospital. There are a lot of them here. I don't trust you with them, you are a whore and you can do anything provided you get paid. I saw your gaze on Dr Rodrigo the last time and now, are you flirting with Grey as an attendant as well? How did you become a nurse in the first place? Did you pass through college by offering your pussy to earn marks…?” He was saying when Isabella interrupted him.

A crooked, mischievous, and confident smile appeared on his lips. “Looks like we’ll have time to play a little before we get there. Where did we stop?” She lifted her face quickly, bit her lower lip, and smiled. The tinted glass separated the driver’s cabin from them. No one could hear or see anything. “We stopped at ‘my little nurse’,” she whispered. “You were saying you were going to give me a much nicer caress… because my pussy was pulsing.” He chuckled softly. “So it’s still pulsing?”