Nurses LOVE Doctors Explicit Erotica #3
She could smell them now. Sex cutting through the latex. Her own slick. The heat coming off his stomach where it brushed her ass on every stroke.
“Harder.”
He gave it to her. His hips snapped. The head of him dragged over that swollen spot inside her until her fingers went white on the crate edge. Elena bit her wrist to stay quiet and still let out a broken moan when he hiked her right leg up and changed the angle.
Deeper. Meaner. His cock punched in and her tits mashed against the plastic. The new position opened her. She felt herself drip down the inside of one thigh.
“Listen to that,” Cal said, voice rough. “Your cunt’s so wet I can hear it.”
“Then shut up and fuck it.”
He laughed once, low, and did.
Standing like that he lasted. No frantic pace.
No warning flutter in his breath that said he was close.
He just kept giving her that thick, relentless stroke while her second wind built in her belly.
Elena’s clit dragged against the crate edge when he pushed her down.
Not enough. She shoved a hand between her legs and rubbed herself in messy circles.
Cal felt it. He covered her hand with his and made her press harder.
“Cum on it. I want your pussy squeezing me.”
She did.
It rolled through her in tight pulses, cunt clamping down on the cock stretching her, slick spilling around the base of him. Elena’s forehead dropped to her arm. She shook and kept her voice in her throat and still he didn’t stop. He fucked her through it until her knees tried to give.
Then he pulled out.
The sudden empty made her whimper.
Cal dragged a rolling stool out from under the bottom shelf, sat, and hauled her into his lap facing him. Elena’s pants were a tangle at one ankle. She straddled him, grabbed his cock, and sank down on it in one drop that punched the air out of both of them.
Face to face now.
His mouth found hers, tasting like the gum he’d chewed after washing her off him. She rode him hard, thighs burning, tits in his hands, nipples rolling under his thumbs. The stool creaked. His cock hit a different place from this angle, up and deep, and Elena’s head fell back.
“Look at me,” he said.
She did. His eyes were blown. A muscle jumped in his jaw. He was fighting it and winning. She could feel how tight she was around him, how her cum had made the slide filthy.
“You feel huge,” she whispered. “Fuck. You’re stretching me open.”
“That’s because your pussy’s greedy.” His hands gripped her ass and lifted her, dropped her, set a pace that made her tits bounce. “Take it. Ride that cock like you meant it when you locked the door.”
Elena braced on his shoulders and did.
Sweat gathered at her spine. The closet was too warm now. Every drop down his shaft made a wet kiss of sound. She could feel another orgasm gathering, different from the ones on his tongue, heavier, built from being filled.
Cal’s forehead pressed hers.
“Not yet,” he said, and she didn’t know if he meant her or himself.
The stool squeaked louder.
Out in the hall, a cart rolled past.
Neither of them stopped.
Elena came on his lap with her teeth in his shoulder.
The orgasm was deep and ugly, a clench that ran the length of his cock and made her lose the rhythm. Her cunt milked him in hard pulls. Slick ran down his balls. She shook and tried to keep quiet and failed in a wet gasp against his scrub top.
Cal held her through it and did not finish.
His jaw was tight. His hands stayed on her ass, lifting, dropping, using her aftershocks like they were another way to fuck her.
Elena felt how hard he still was. No softening.
No warning throb that said he was about to spill.
Just that thick, relentless presence stretching her while she dripped on his thighs.
“Floor,” she managed. “I want you on top.”
He stood with her still on his cock.
The move made her grab his neck. He walked two steps and put her back against a wall of boxed gloves. Cardboard bit her shoulder blades. Cal hooked her knees high and drove up into her, missionary against the shelves, her ass in his hands, her spine scraping paper.
Different angle. Deeper in a meaner way. Elena’s mouth opened on a silent curse. She could see his face this close. Sweat at his temple. Pupils blown. The shine of her own earlier orgasm still ghosted at the corner of his mouth like he hadn’t fully washed her off.
“You smell like my pussy,” she said.
“I know.” He snapped his hips. “I can still taste it too.”
The boxes behind her whispered with every thrust.
A few packets slipped and hit the tile. Neither of them looked.
Cal fucked her in short, heavy strokes that made her tits bounce and her clit catch against his pelvis.
The wet sound was obscene in the small room.
Her own slick had gone thin and filthy, coating him, dripping off her ass onto the floor.
Elena’s third orgasm of the night started in her thighs.
She felt it coming and chased it, rolling to meet him, nails in the back of his neck. “Don’t you dare stop. Fill me up—fuck—right there—”
He changed nothing. Same pace. Same depth. He just kept giving it to her until the clench took her again, weaker than the last but longer, a fluttering grip that made his breath punch out against her cheek.
Still he didn’t cum.
Cal pulled out, dropped to his knees on the tile, and laid her down.
The floor was cold. It shocked her back and made her nipples tighten harder. He shoved her knees to her chest, folded her open, and looked at her cunt like he was charting it. Red. Swollen. Shiny. Gaping a little from his cock.
“Hold your legs.”
Elena hooked her own knees. Exposed. Leaking. The position made her feel filthy in a way the crate hadn’t.
Cal lined up and sank back in to the root.
The sound she made was raw. From this angle he hit the end of her. His balls slapped her ass. He planted a hand beside her head and the other on the back of her thigh and fucked her into the linoleum.
Tile stuck to her skin. Sweat cooled wherever he wasn’t touching. She could hear their bodies, wet and shameless, and under that the far-off beep of a monitor that did not care what they were doing.
“Look at you,” Cal muttered. “Doctor Voss with her knees at her ears taking cock on the supply room floor.”
“Say my name when you fuck me.”
“Elena.” Thrust. “Elena.” Thrust. “Your pussy’s a mess.”
“Your mess.”
He groaned and went harder.
Elena’s arms shook holding her legs. She was oversensitive now, clit throbbing, hole stretched and used, and she still wanted more of it. She watched his cock disappear into her. Thick. Shiny. Her own cum white and thin around the base. The sight made her clench.
Cal’s rhythm finally stuttered.
Not finishing. Fighting it. A muscle jumped in his jaw. He slowed, ground deep, and stayed there pulsing inside her without letting go.
“Not yet,” he said through his teeth.
“Then don’t. I want you still hard when we walk out of here.”
The door handle rattled.
Both of them went still.
His cock buried to the hilt. Her knees at her chest. Sweat cooling on the floor. The handle turned a fraction, stuck against the push-lock Elena had set, then rattled again, sharper.
Someone was on the other side.
Cal’s eyes locked on hers. He didn’t pull out.
Elena’s cunt gave an involuntary squeeze around him.
The handle stopped.
Footsteps didn’t leave.
The lock gave.
It wasn’t supposed to. The push-button was cheap and half the closets on this floor didn’t catch if you didn’t slam them. The door swung inward six inches and the overhead light from the hall cut across Elena’s bare thighs, Cal’s hips, and the place where his cock was still buried in her.
A nurse stood in the gap.
Younger than both of them. Dark ponytail. A supply list in one hand. Her mouth opened and stayed that way.
Nobody spoke for two full seconds.
Elena could feel Cal throbbing inside her. She could feel how wet she was around him, how obvious the smell of sex was once the door cracked. Tile cold under her back. Knees still at her chest. Her badge was somewhere on the floor. His was still clipped to a wrinkled scrub top shoved up his stomach.
The other nurse’s eyes flicked from Elena’s face to Cal’s ass to the shiny stretch of cock splitting her open.
Elena didn’t cover herself.
“Shut the door,” she said.
Her voice came out even. Attending voice. The same one she used for unstable vitals.
The nurse shut the door.
The click was softer this time. Footsteps hesitated in the hall, then moved away fast. A cart squeaked. Then nothing.
Cal hadn’t pulled out.
Elena looked up at him. Sweat at his hairline. Pupils still blown. A stunned heat under the control.
“She saw your cock in me,” Elena whispered.
“I know.”
“Then finish. I want your cum in my pussy while she walks back to the station pretending she didn’t.”
Cal’s breath left him like he’d been punched.
He started moving again.
Not careful. Not quiet. He folded her tighter and drove in deep, balls slapping her ass, the wet sound louder now that they both knew someone had heard it. Elena’s hands slipped on her own shins. She let her legs fall open wider instead, one heel digging into his back.
“That’s it. Use me. Dump it. I want to feel it leak out when I stand up.”
Cal’s rhythm broke for real this time.
He dropped his forehead to hers. His hips snapped short and hard. The head of his cock kissed the end of her on every stroke. Elena clenched on purpose, milking him, and he made a raw sound against her mouth.
“Elena—”
“Give it to me. Fill that cunt up.”
He came with his whole body.
Thick pulses. Hot. She felt every jet, the way his cock kicked inside her, the way he ground deep and stayed there like he could push it farther. His cum was a lot. It flooded her, overflowed around the base of him, ran down her ass onto the tile in a warm line.
Cal shook through it and kept his weight off her on locked arms. His mouth was open on her cheek. He was still twitching when the last pulse faded.
The closet smelled like sex and latex and the specific animal heat of two people who had just been seen.
Neither of them laughed. Neither of them panicked.