The hospital room was silent except for the quiet beeping that followed the rhythm of the man’s heart. Steady and slow as he rested. He let out a sigh as he stared out the window into the night sky. He couldn’t sleep, his pain was enough to keep him awake, but not enough to earn him any of the good drugs. It didn’t help that the doctors were a bunch of stingy fuckers when it came to opiates these days.

He didn’t bother with the monotony that was cable TV these days, and he had lost his phone in the accident, so he was pretty much bored out of his mind. He looked at his bandages, both hands and a foot. Nothing was lost, or broken, but the cuts and abrasions were enough to warrant some thick bandaging. The thick padding they used in the bandaging immobilized his fingers and he couldn’t use them, which was grand, not to mention his foot made walking problematic. He needed help with the even the most basic things. Even now, in the middle of the god damn night, he needed help.

“Shit… I gotta piss.” He complained to himself. “Where the hell is the thingy…”

He shifted around on the uncomfortable hospital bed and finally found the oversized remote and call button. He flinched as he gingerly pincered it with his padded hands. He couldn’t really poke the annoyingly small call button, so he used his chin, quite proud of his ingenuity. You’d think they have a call button for just suck a situation, but he supposed the small provincial hospital was lucky to have a tv, much less a fancy call button for the fingerly impaired.

“Come on… come on…” He muttered as he started to work his way out of the bed, with its mad collection of sheets and blankets. He had made a comfortable nest with the hospital’s nearly endless supply of bedding. Earlier he had entertained himself by demanding more blankets and wondering how many they would give him before refusing. The answer was many, many many. Besides, he needed them. It was cold in the hospital, like a miserly father was in control of the thermostat.

*Knock, knock* Sounded on the thick wooden door of his room, with a crooked head and brows furrowed a head poked into the room.

Huh? He thought dumbly.

“You need some help?” A raspy voice asked him.

“Wha… What?” He managed to bumble out in his shocked state. The woman was very out of place in the bland hospital of beige walls and white laminate floors. She had purple hair, dark, and shaved on the sides, a little faux mohawk thing. Some piercings, little studs on her eyebrow and nose. Multiple rings on her ears. They nearly jangled like bells as she moved, but he may have just been imagining that. All that to say, she very much didn’t look like she belonged there.

She stepped out from behind the door, and he breathed out some relief, she was wearing scrubs and sauntered into the room like she owned it. A nurse, not some rebel punk attacker or anything.

“Do you need any help Mr. Jeramie?” She asked him as she put her hands on her hips, her face a mix of amicability while at the same time a dangerous glint like she was just asking for trouble.

“Please, just call me Jerry,” he said out of habit as he continued to stand, stunned for a whole different reason.

“Well, what do you need? More blankets?” She demanded of him, walking the razor’s edge of friendliness and hostility.

God damn she is.. Hot. There was no other way to put it in Jerry’s mind. The spunky nurse, Emily, if her name tag was true, was curvaceous. Hospital scrubs came in two varieties, the big clunky ones that were like circus tents and the tight kind that were only one notch below yoga pants. She wore the latter.

Emily’s tight blue scrubs clung to her like they were a size too small. Her legs and thick ass were curvy in all the right places and the scrubs that left nothing to the imagination. The top though… that is where it all came together. It was just as tight, showing a grabbable waist and large, at least three handfuls worth each, of breasts.

The huge tits pressed against the fabric like they wanted to escape. To further that goal her nipples were hard in the cold air and tried to pierce through the fabric. She didn’t wear anything under the top, he realized as his mouth suddenly went dry. It was deeply cut, her cleavage on full display like a sacrificial offering.

God. Fucking. Damn. Jerry thought to himself as his brain struggle past anything but lustful intent.

“Well?” She said and with an impatiently tap of her foot. His eyes finally broke free of the alluring feast, to look into her own green eyes. She rolled them.

“S.. Sorry. It is just the first time I have seen you. Nurse… Emily?” He said as he read her name tag. Yep, just looking at the name tag, not the huge, fantastic tits. He thought.

“Yeeessss?” She stretched out, her gravelly voice almost making it sound like a purr. That caught his attention, and his eyes finally came up to her eyes. Dark, and glinting with a mix of amusement or malice, he didn’t know or care, because it was delicious.

“I… Ahem. I need to pee…” He said finding his tongue again.

“Oh, okay.” She said, almost disappointed sounding and headed over to some drawers, she had to get into the lowest one and fiddle with a lock to get it open. It was glorious. Because she was bent over showing the biggest and most delicious ass he had seen in a long time. The scrub pants clinging to it for dear life as it bounced and wiggled while she fought the lock, a tiny peek of a whale tail caught his eyes. A thong, he loved thongs, so easy to move to the side and use that tongue he had just remembered how to use.

He grinned to himself as he imagined all the things he could do to such an ass. Way too soon, the display was cut short and she came up with a bedpan.

“Okay, you ready?” Nurse Emily asked as she brought over the bedpan.

“Oh, no. I don’t want to use that, if you could just, give me a hand and a steadying arm. I’d much prefer to use the bathroom.” Jerry said firmly. They had been refusing each time he asked, and it was really starting to piss him off.

“Okay, your funeral if you slip and fall in the bathroom.” Nurse Emily shrugged and set the bedpan aside. He hadn’t really been expecting that and was somewhat offput when she came over to him and offered him a supporting arm. She held an amused look in her eyes as she took her arm.

“Alright then, let us be off!” Jerry announced as if the five steps to the bathroom were an epic journey. And for him, it turned out to be. His foot wasn’t nearly feeling good enough to support him and he had to lean on Nurse Emily a little more than his pride wanted. However, another part of him enjoyed it quite a bit, as with every hitched step he rubbed into her and his arm could feel her huge tits as she tried to support his weight.

Between the cleavage, dreaming of her ass and their physical contact, by the time he made it those five steps he was chubbing up pretty well. Which was hard to hide in a hospital gown. Especially for him, as his namesake of Jeremie, a certain legendary actor, and he shared some similarities.

Nurse Emily opened the door and ushered him in before getting ready to step out.

“Nurse?” He asked and caught her eyes as she turned to leave. Her eyes were looking down, she obviously hadn’t missed the reaction she was having on him either.

“Yes?” She asked, and this time it was definitely a purr.

“I’m gonna need some help.”

“How so?”

“The gown, can you hold it to the side for me? Else I’ll be struggling to not piss all over it.” He said and showed her that he couldn’t even untie the thing.

“Oh, fine.” She said with a roll of her eyes. She came to stand next to him, and untied then lifted his gown to the side. He looked down, yep at about half-mast, he glanced over at her again, and she was positioned just right to get a long look down her shirt. Oh yea… Definitely hard nipples, he thought as he caught sight of one. His dick twitched at the sight. Whoa there boy, not gonna be able to take care of any of that now… But he had a thought…

“One more thing, can I get a little help aiming.” Jerry said as he reminded her of his bandaged hands with a wave.

“What?” She asked, a little confused and he let out a sigh.

“Can you help me aim, so I don’t make a mess in the bathroom, please?” He asked, patiently, but impatiently as his bladder was reminding him of imminent need.

“Can’t you just sit to pee?” She asked.

“No, I still need to angle it in the bowl, and I’d rather not be rubbing my junk all over a public toilet.” They shared a silent moment as she stared at him, trying to figure out if he was full of shit or not, he was sure. “Hung man problems,” he said.

“Hah! Okay. Fine.” She said after a snort of laughter and gentle shoulder check. He was surprised she agreed and surprised more when one of her hands slid down the gently take hold of him. She had long well-manicured nails, a purple the same tone as her hair and pointed. She scratched them across his cock as she reached over to grab him, on purpose he knew, and it only made him twitch in excitement again. If he didn’t have to piss so bad his intentions would have completely changed. But nature’s call.

They share small words as he guided her aim and enjoyed watching her work with his dick. As he was finally able to let go his cock vibrated with the liquid as it fell into the bowl, but before too long he was done. Her grip loosened.

“Wait,” he said before she let go. “I need you to shake it out, or I’ll be dribbling all over.”

“Oh,” said, surprised. “Forgot guys had to do that.”

“Yea, so just, kinda give it a shake,” he said and laughed as she did, her attempts a little awkward, but he choked off the laugh as he continued to harden. “Maybe… you need to squeeze it out?”

“Oh, like this?” He had to close his eyes as her hand milked the last drops out of his shaft. “Yep. Just a bit more, make sure all of it is out. I don’t want to make a mess…”

“Okay,” she said, was it him or was her voice a little more gravelly? She stroked down his length a few more times, her nails gently scraping along his undershaft. “Seems there was a little spill, lets get you cleaned up.” He opened his eyes as she helped him hobble over to the sink. No helping it, he was fully hard now, cock swinging in the air as Nurse Emily bit a lip to stifle a laugh.

“Here, turn a bit so I can get at it.” She ordered and he did, pointing his weapon right at her. She did giggle then, an odd noise coming from the punk’d up nurse, he thought, but endearing. Which only make his cock twitch as his eyes kept going to her breasts. He knew if he didn’t calm down soon the only thing, she would be cleaning up was his precum dribbling everywhere so he just decided to study the very interesting ceiling as she dabbed him with a towel she wet from the sink, it was cool and he hissed.

“Sorry about this…” He finally got out.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s only natural. I’m flattered.” She said as she gave him an impromptu sponge bath. “I’ll just have to make a note in your chart about… how big it is…” She said quietly. Her hand gripped the base of his shaft and he sighed in contentment as she swapped out her cold towel for a warm one. That fells good, he thought as she rubbed the head of his dick, he couldn’t help but look down.

“What the fuck,” he said as she took him into her mouth. She looked at him with those mischievous eyes and he damn near came right then. “Fuck…” He moaned.

She hummed in appreciation as she slowly worked her mouth down him. Her piercings gently tinkling as she started to bob her head back and forth slurping and sucking at him. She was an expert and her tongue magical as she worked it around the head and up and down the shaft, and she was able to get down that shaft an impressive length as she swallowed his dick. He stumbled and had to lean back against the sink, stuffing it even deeper into her throat and she gagged, her throat constricting on him crushing him tight and he moaned.

“Fuck, that is so good.” He breathed as she pulled his dick out a long trail of saliva dribbling from the tip to her lips, he watched as it lazily stretched to land on a breast and slip into the crevice of her cleavage.

“If you like that… then…” She said with a smile and stood up, turning around. She shook her ass, and he did like it. He liked it even more as her thumbs came back and with some wiggling the scrub pants started to slide down.

Smooth bronze skin of a glorious expanse of ass was revealed tantalizingly slowly as she pulled her pants down, bending over slowly with back arched. Her thong was neon green and so far up her crack he couldn’t see it within her ass until she bent damn near doubled over. The thin strip of fabric did its best, but as her pussy came into view he could tell it wasn’t up to the task. She was sopping wet, and lines of her juices ran down her thighs. The folds of her cunt spread open like a hungry flower waiting for something.

He felt a need to help that wanting flower, so without even waiting for a formal invitation he sidled up behind her and began to rub his hard cock against her slit. Without hands he wasn’t able to pry out the entrapped thong, but Nurse Emily, ever the caretaker slipped a hand between her legs and helped him out, with sharp fingers she slipped her suffering thong aside and navigated him to her entrance.

With a slowness he pushed so he could feel every bit of entering her, the slick folds of her pussy gliding over the head of his cock, the little tremor along her when his head spread her open for him and inch by agonizing inch until he bottomed out in her and a little extra shove, that caused her to brace with her hands against the floor, just so she knew he was all the way there.

He rested his bandaged hands on her hips, ignoring the pain as he squeezed them. Something this good, any pain was endurable. He slipped back, pulling out nearly all the way before moving back into her. Slowly at first. Gently. Kindly. Then less kind. Less gentle. He increased his speed, slowed it, increased it, slamming into her. Only focusing on the feeling of her around him. She let out moans and slipped on the floor as he slammed into her, recovered and panted as he eased into her. Fast and slow, building a steady set of rhythms.

She shook and moaned loudly as her body convulsed with pleasure, her pussy gripping down on him in spasmodic waves as he thrust into her relentlessly, he couldn’t stand it any longer and didn’t slow. She was steady now, his pounding her moving her slowly forward until she was bracing herself against the doorframe of the bathroom.

Her soaking wet pussy accepted all of his as he thrust deeply into her and blew his load deeply into her. His dick pulsed violently, and he shuddered with each one as he filled her. He fell forward onto her back, the scrub fabric of her top rough against his cheek. Her hand reached back, and her long-pointed nails scratched at his balls, teasing them.

“I didn’t know that the hospital needed a sperm sample.” He said.