Fucked the nurse hard

They say all nurses are whores. I don’t know about everyone, but I am. I had the most unforgettable sex at work. I was 24 and I worked in a small emergency department. For those who don’t know what urgent is, I’ll tell you. It means urgent. Patients were brought to us by ambulance, we were engaged in diagnostics, and then the patient got to the specialized department. My supervisor was an ugly but charismatic Jew. Our shifts were mostly per diem. They worked in pairs — one doctor and one nurse. The residents’ and nurses’ rooms are through the wall. My boss was known to be a big fan of the female sex, which I was warned about right away, they say, he would pester. At that moment, I didn’t know yet how things would turn out for me. The head was right there — literally on the very first shift, watching me eat a cake with tea, without any transition in conversation — he asked me, “Irishe, are you eating?” The meaning hit me right away—he wasn’t interested in the cream in the cake. He was wondering if I was swallowing another “cream.” I pretended to be embarrassed. The next question was in the same vein — “Are you getting wet?”. Smiling, I said that it was like a normal process for girls. He laughed. He didn’t touch me until the evening. He came to my nursing room before going to bed. I was already lying on the sofa, but I wasn’t sleeping, I was reading. That’s why I haven’t locked the door yet. He sat down on the couch and started talking. To say that he liked me. And I’ll like it with him too. I was silent and looked into his eyes. I put my left hand under my head for convenience, and remained in the same position when he came. He took my forearm, pulled my hand out from under my head, and slid down to my wrist, pinning me to the bed with force. I recognized the power. And he understood it. Releasing my hand, he immediately tightened his fingers on my throat. I didn’t move, although it became difficult to breathe. When he released my neck, I rolled onto my side. I was wearing a light T—shirt – I took off the top of the sweatsuit so as not to crumple it. My neck was exposed. I felt his fingers on the back of my neck, and he barely touched me, running them from my hairline, down my neck, to my spine, as far as the neckline of my T-shirt allowed. I began to breathe faster. Zav immediately grabbed my breasts roughly, and a second later, he reached under my bra and painfully twisted my nipple. I stifled a groan, even though the pain was intense and he clearly knew about it. At the same time, he put the fingers of his other hand in my mouth. I started sucking on them involuntarily. My panties were getting wet, and I felt like I didn’t want those fingers, but a dick. He laughed, and releasing me from his arms, he left. In the morning, he behaved with me as usual. It was as if nothing had happened. His next shift happened about four days later. I’ve been languishing since morning. While performing another manipulation with the patient, I felt Zava’s fingers between my legs, who at that time was watching the procedure, standing behind me. It’s happened a few times. I felt warmth in my lower abdomen, and we sat down to dinner — we always had dinner in the resident’s office. The door was locked from the inside, as we always did, because we often drank at work. We drank this time too. Vodka. He sat down at the table not opposite me, as usual, but next to me, on my right hand. Alcohol has already affected both of them. He grabbed my face and started kissing me quite gently. I relaxed and closed my eyes. At that moment, I received a slap in the face, but the kiss did not stop. Then another and another. Only then did he let go of my face and stop the kiss. We finished dinner as if nothing had happened. I washed the dishes. While I was doing this, he came up behind me and grabbed my hair. I continued rinsing the plates one by one, and he pulled my tail with one hand, and from time to time slapped my buttocks with the other. “Let’s go,” he said when I was done. I followed him obediently. We left the surgery and went to his office. In the office, he put me with my back to the table and unbuttoned my uniform trousers. Pulling them down to my ankles along with my panties, he sat me down on his desk and spread my legs. He got down on his knees and started caressing me there. No, it was just the beginning. He bit my clitoris, stuck his fingers into my vagina and anus. I flowed like a bitch, but I couldn’t cum because I was used to being treated more gently. It went on for a long time. He tormented my pussy in a sophisticated way, then sucking on it, then pulling at tender places with roughened fingers. It hurt. And it feels good. His whole face was covered in my secretions. He got up and roughly pulled me to him, began to kiss me. “I smell like your cunt, don’t I?” he asked, sliding his lips over mine. He was literally wiping my lube on my face and lips. “Suck it,” I heard, and knelt in front of him. He took out his cock by lowering his trousers. His penis wasn’t very thick, but it was long. I took it in my hand, it didn’t rise up to the end, but when it got into my mouth, it began to fill with strength. I caressed the head with my tongue, I swallowed as deeply as I could, I turned my head this way and that as I moved along the entire length. “No hands,” he told me, and I grabbed my hair. He tried to shove it down my throat. I was choking. Tears flowed. There was a sofa in the corner of the office. He told me to get on top of him like a bitch, and I did. I bent down in the small of my back to make it easier for me to insert the veil. I screamed at the sudden impact. It was deep and painful. He laughed and fucked me fast and rhythmically. My ass was as high as it could go, and he pushed my head into the seat. From time to time he hit me on the buttocks, trying to make it as painful as possible. I was thrilled to be treated like this. “How narrow you are there. It’s always nice to fuck someone who hasn’t given birth,” I heard. “Quickly get on the floor, on your knees.” He came out of me. He made me lick his balls, which were overgrown with hair, while he jerked his cock in front of my face. “Open your mouth. Wider. Even wider.” I was obedient. I saw him pouring his cum into my mouth, there was a lot of it, and it was thick. He growled during orgasm, and I swallowed his seed like an obedient girl. “Lick him.” I sucked on his sagging, relaxed cock. It glistened with saliva and I wiped it on my face. He was smiling contentedly as he watched me get dressed. My ass was on fire. Later, bruises appeared there. I wanted to rinse my mouth, but he wouldn’t let me. After a while, he fucked me again. But that’s a different story.