Naughty Nurses Novels & Stories

Tan had wrought upon his body. "Oh, my god," Nurse Mel gasped involuntarily, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. Even Dr. Nathan, a seasoned professional who had seen his fair share of injuries, let out a long, heavy sigh at the sight of his patient's battered form. Bienley's once flawless, pale skin was now a patchwork of angry red and deep purple bruises. Nail scratches covered his chest and a particularly large and ominous bruise marred his thigh, dangerously close to his groin. Along the insides of his thighs, wide, vivid red patches were already beginning to darken to a sickening purple, a stark testament to the violence he had endured.

On a few occasions, they had run into each other at the office but each time they were cordial and professional. Vivian had woken up to a few calls from her friend Natalia. Natalia had been her and Veronica's childhood friend. They attended the same play school, high school and even the same college. Their lives had turned out completely different. Natalia had studied Medicine like Veronica and had proceeded to become a neurosurgeon. She had married her childhood sweetheart, Francis. Natalia and Veronica work in the same hospital and having studied together in college have grown to be closer. Once in a while she and Natalia spend long hours on the phone catching up because of the distance. A

She turned around and spat out her drink, almost choking on it. “Jealousy? How can I be jealous of a wh—” “Complete that statement, and I will chop your head off.” I slipped and grabbed the knife on the counter. “Girls!!!” We both turned to see Caleb coming out of his room, dressed up like he was also going for a jog. “What is all the noise about? This is barely 6 a.m.” His eyes moved from Sabrina to me, staring a bit too long at my bottom. “What is happening? Sabrina… would you like to answer that question?”

I apply some strawberry scented lotion and put the clothes on. I walk over to the bed and get in grabbing Mason's pillow. I know I won't be sleeping comfortably but this is the next best thing. I just hope they're all safe and not doing some stupid shit. And with that thought,I drift off into a dreamless sleep. ****************************** Mason POV I watch as the guys except for Jason and I,get lap dances from the strippers with practically nothing on. They all look smug as they grope and slap the girls asses. My face turns to one of amusement when I see Kenny look down at his boner. He looks so uncomfortable.

I think we can team up and beat the game together. "I’m Clementine Spark." The other two players still sounded distrustful. "She must have just gotten lucky. Why is she acting all high and mighty? She’s just a nurse." I sneered. Just a nurse? We nurses were a three-in-one package of special forces, high-value nannies, and efficient maids, all at the cost of cheap labor.

Both nurses looked up at me like perfect cock-drunk whores, faces and chests painted with my load. “Good girls,” I said, breathing heavily. “Clean each other up.” Nelly grabbed Pat’s face and started licking my cum off her lips and small tits. Pat did the same, sucking on Nelly’s huge cum-covered breasts. The sight was filthy and perfect. --- From that day on, both Nurse Nelly and Nurse Pat became my personal school sluts for the rest of my time in college. I fucked them whenever and wherever I wanted.

I feel her shiver so I cover us and hold her sharing my body heat. Closing my eyes I hear her door open and a nurse walk in and I pretend I'm sleeping. She is joined by another and soon both start gossiping. I stay quiet as they talk. "doesn't seen fair does it Sally?,one asks the other, we put out but get jack",damn I bet one of us slept with either one or both. "I know but what can we do we are just nurses Jen",fuck I know you slept with Jen I hear Scar mutter in disgust.

It smelled like something trying very hard to cover the human scent beneath — sweat, stale fear, and the faint sweetness of hand soap. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in the same pale, unforgiving color. A nurse with a clipped blonde bob took her things without comment — coat, bag, phone, even the scarf she’d pulled up like armor. “You can’t take my phone,” Naya protested. “It’ll be kept safe,” the nurse said, voice calm in a way that made Naya want to scream. “Please change into these.” She held out folded paper clothes, soft and shapeless, like something a doll would wear if the doll had been forgotten in a hospital basement.

It took four male nurses to restrain Grey from beating up a doctor when he opted to unplug the life support two days after. "Good morning Mr Grey!" Hannah the day nurse filled the room with her lively spirit. Her hand holding a bowl with soap and towels to her waist. "Morning Hannah is it time for her bath!?" Grey turned to her hoping to avoid a lecture. Hannah had been he's nurse when he was in that same bed, she held a happy spirit behind hospital scrubs and a dome of red hair. She had an angelic smile but Grey knew she can turn berserk in a split of a second.

Little Zaiee had been delivered by funny nurse Rainbow. At first glance, miss Rainbow seemed so very incompetent and funny instead of being a nurse. She looked like a troublemaker dressed in pink wig, a blood stained nursing attire, and a pair of whore stockings with two high stiletto heels. She even had an unrivaled AK-47 gun wrapped around her neck. No one in his right senses would ever want such a quack looking nurse who also knew how to use a gun.