Nurse Tickle Novels & Stories

He winked, trying to flirt with her and although the female nurse knew that he was known as the hospital's flirt, she still turned red when he rested on her shoulder. “If you need help, I can help you, but get off me,” she tried to shake him off even though she was practically making him lean on her. “Really?” He jumped. “I’m pressed, can you help me?” He fluttered his long eyelashes at her. “Hmm sure, let's go to the restroom, I'll help you,” she replied innocently while the doctor in charge watched with his jaw almost reaching the ground while wondering how someone with such a dirty mind managed to get a job in the field.

I screeched and pushed him off, I almost got out of the bed but he caught me and tickled me so much, I was laughing and moving like a snake, I laughed and he laughed with, it's just like the old times, "Look who got tickled for tricking me" He said laughing and I giggled, We were caught up playing that we didn't realize someone entered, it took a couple of coughing and throat clearing before we noticed the doctor. "Sorry to disturb you two, but Nicholas called and said the lady's awake, so if you don't mind I'll check her health status quickly and be on my way." Connor's POV

Lilith hums in delight, washing her hands at a sink before pulling on a pair of blue gloves while the nurse helps me lay down on the table, giving me a nice warm blanket to cover my legs so I’m that much less exposed to the world. Maybe I like one person in here after all. But I guess any little act of kindness gets my heart going so I probably shouldn’t think too fast on this one. I seem to have a habit of that. Clinging to the soft and warmth of the blanket with one hand, the nurse pulls at my other and begins to prep it for a blood draw. She doesn’t even tell me ‘little poke now’ or anything, but instead just shoves the needle into my arm quickly and efficiently for her and her purpose he

“Don’t get too comfortable. You aren’t done yet.” I looked up, trying to catch my breath. The nurse from earlier—the one who had led me here—was already standing a few feet away. She had one leg hiked up on the railing, her pussy exposed and glistening. She was fingering herself, her eyes locked on me with a hungry look. It seemed like she had been watching the scene this whole time. She was thrusting her fingers deep into herself, her moans loud and clear. “I’ve been waiting for my turn, Intern. I want to taste what Doc has given you.”

Evidence raised an eyebrow with another challenge, “If you are done with your tits, finish your job first.” The nurse threw her towel on the floor, reaching back to handle the needle. She carefully took out the needle and put it away. Her hands reached for his robe before the young man stopped him. Mr. Evidence pulled her close by her wrists, growling into her face, “I didn’t give you the permission to touch me yet.” The nurse trembled, replying shakily, “B-But, that’s m-my job to g-get you c-changed.” The young man laughed,

“No. But I’m told the video shows me enjoying being raped.” “Have you seen it?” she asked. I shook my head no. I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to see them be proven right. “Have you ever had anyone tickle you?” Wait, what? “Hasn’t everyone?” She gave me a warm smile. “Most people have. When someone is tickling you, can you easily control your reaction?” I shook my head, and wondered where she was going with this. Nate lowered his head onto my lap, and let his tongue out in a wolf laugh. “I usually end up hitting or kicking the person tickling me.”

She asked him, fisting his shirt and giving it a slight shake. " See it yourself, " He said as the door creaked open. The nurse came out holding a huge smile on her lips. There was a baby in her arms draped in a white towel, " Thea, " Nurse whispered. " Me, " she smiled and strode hurriedly at her and stopped near her. She peered at the little bundle with a broad smile, " It's so small. I haven't seen such a small baby. " She gleefully said.

He took it without a thank-you, just a brush of his fingers over mine, casual as swatting a fly. Ricky gave the box a lazy stare, cracked it open, and flicked out a condom with his thumb. The nurse purred, winding herself around him like a cat that thought it had caught the biggest rat in the alley. I didn’t look at them. Couldn’t look at them. Watching them slobber all over each other was too much reality for me.

Honestly, if there were an Olympic event for white-knuckle phone-gripping, she’d bring home the gold, silver, and bronze. Her blue eyes are glassy and fixed on some invisible point behind the counter — probably plotting the sluggish nurse’s demise. Said nurse, a walking ad for spray tans and apathy, is typing so slowly it feels like we’ve been here since dial-up internet. Every few seconds, she clicks a key with her artificial acrylic nail and then stares at the screen with her expressionless face, layered with heavy makeup. My tummy hurts. I’m not sure if it is because of my wound or the stress whirling inside me.

"I need five hidden cameras. Yes, the kind that can record audio too. How fast can you get here? Can you come any sooner? I'll pay extra!" After getting a positive answer, I finally felt completely at ease. The next moment, Ella's crying came from the bedroom. I rushed in and quickly picked her up to comfort her. Then, I tentatively tried breastfeeding her. Seeing her suckling obediently, I could not hold back my tears. After soothing Ella, Leah called. "Claire, did you drink that nourishing soup? There's more in the pot. You absolutely must remember to drink it." I tried to sound normal. "I know, Leah. I'll drink it. By the way, is Poppy okay?"