I woke, light streaming into my bedroom, fuck, I peered at my alarm clock, fuckity fuck, I should have been at work 10 minutes ago.
I threw on my pencil skirt and grabbed a top from my wardrobe. Running downstairs I slid into a pair of hold ups and hoped to God they would actually stay put for the whole day. Washing my face I peered into the steamy mirror, my eyes puffy and dark, the effects of very little sleep. A wry smile crossed my lips as I squeezed the toothpaste onto my brush with one hand whilst rubbing mascara from under my eyes with the other. I heard the kettle flick off in the kitchen as I returned, locating my shoes under the table I hastily pulled my ballet pumps on as I grabbed milk from the fridge. Heading for the door I had to double back, I grabbed my stethoscope, the bleep and my house keys before slamming the front door behind me, coffee in hand.
***
I reached the ward and slipped un-noticed through the doors as the porters were leaving with a gentleman for x-ray. Replacing my ID card I regained my composure, I walked quickly to the nurse’s station to check the Doctor’s book for my list of jobs. I worked swiftly, making sure I was well through the list as my Registrar strolled onto the ward. He looked through my list before stopping me to ask why I hadn’t consented Mrs Price for this morning’s theatre list, fuck. Thinking on my feet I made some feeble excuse about struggling to cannulate another patient, he took the paperwork from me and set off to finish this job himself. My heart pounded in my chest as I finished writing up the notes for Mr Edwards.
Finishing the morning’s jobs my Registrar and I went to the canteen for a quick coffee. The hot liquid was welcome, refreshing me as we talked about the Doctor’s Payday Party the night before. We gossiped about our friends and colleagues before he started to probe about where I had disappeared to so early, and with whom. He teased me as I felt the colour flush into my cheeks and the heat rise in my cunt. I didn’t say anything, my mind clouding over, but my inability to form sentences or to put forward a cohesive cover story really gave me away. Chuckling he left me to finish my coffee as he went to meet our Consultant before they went into theatre.
***
My bleep sounded in my pocket as I finished clerking in a patient who had just been admitted with a nasty fractured ankle through Accident & Emergency. I cursed at the damn thing, my shift almost over, as I dialled the number flashing up on the screen. It only rang once, his voice on the other end of the line made my pussy throb,
“Good evening Miss Hastings”, his tone was cool, I felt myself shrink at the sound of his words.
“Good evening Sir,” I managed quietly, trying to swallow the nerves building into a thousand butterflies in my stomach. I wondered if I opened my mouth to speak again, they would all flutter out.
“You should be almost finished, you know where to find me.” I felt the panic rise inside, he wanted to see me, now. Shit. The phone went dead as I held it to my cheek. Finishing up my notes, I handed the paperwork and my bleep to Sam, the opposite half of my job who was currently on nights, I dropped it sending plastic and batteries hurtling across the floor. My heart raced, my breathing rapid, I tried to pass it off as tiredness but Sam grinned at me, nodding
“Enjoy your evening!” He giggled rescuing the batteries as I sped off.
I ascended the two floors towards the entrance to the operating theatres. I had run up the stairs, my breathing was fast, blood thumping through my chest as I swiped my card and the doors slid open. In the main two operating theatres, technicians and scrub nurses busily preparing for another case. I sneaked into the changing rooms, the lights were off as I pushed open the door, I felt for the switch as the door swung shut behind me. My body froze as a strong hand gripped my arm, pulling me further into the room.
Pushing me roughly against the lockers he held me still, his face close to mine, I felt his breath on my cheek. Grasping my chin gently between his finger and thumb he turned my face to his. I felt his lips brush mine as hungrily I kissed him back. His teeth nipped at my lips as his tongue pushed into my mouth, his kiss deep and powerful, my legs trembled as I felt desire flood my pussy. He pulled away from my kiss, steadying me by my shoulders he pushed me down onto the floor. The cold hardeness under my knees, a hot wetness building between my thighs. A surge of adrenaline tugged at my chest as I realised that if anybody walked in they would find me here, kneeling, his cock in my mouth, a dirty wanton little slut. I started to protest but he wrapped his fingers tightly in my hair tugging my head back, silencing me.
‘Shhh,’ he urged tightening the hold on my hair. ’Continue.’
Releasing his hold on me, I realised that I had been holding my breath. In the darkness I fumbled with his belt, tugging down his fly I reached into his trousers and freed his cock. It sprung from his pants eagerly, I wrapped my lips around him as he groaned and felt the blood pump further into his hardening member. Licking, nipping, teasing I worked my way around him, taking the whole of him deep into my mouth, sucking the length of him, flicking the glans with the tip of my tongue. I started to enjoy myself, feeling him writhing between my lips. I reached up and cupped his firm buttocks, squeezing them, then running my nails down the back of his taught thighs making him shudder. His bleep vibrated against his hip. Removing it from his belt he switched it off before placing it in his pocket.
Before I could protest he might be needed he roughly grabbed my head with both hands, taking back the control, he thrust his hard shaft deep into my throat. I struggled to take his whole length and tried to move backwards to wriggle away from his invading member, however he had me trapped against the lockers, I had no-where to run. I forced myself to relax to prevent myself from gagging, although my attempts were futile and I gagged strongly while he pulled out of my mouth unbearably slowly. Before I had time to recover he pushed his rigid cock steadily back into my throat, allowing me to take in the whole length of him. He filled me, his scrotum pressed against my chin, his cock all but devoured. Then he held me tightly. I could not move, nor breathe. His cock in my throat. Tears glistening in my eyes, I fought back the feeling of panic. His grip on my hair was punishing and unyielding. I started to struggle, to fight to escape.
His grip tightened as he thrust into the back of my throat. With every movement I strained to find a way to inhale, to cheat oxygen into my lungs, to rid my body of the building carbon dioxide burning its way out of my chest. He released me again, the tip of his cock stimulating my gag reflex, he chuckled, relishing the sound I made before he thrust back into my mouth again. I had little chance to breathe, the fog of hypoxia veiling my thoughts, the darkness seeping into the edges of my vision, I fought it, my body betraying me, a slick pool of arousal soaking through my underwear.
He pulled out suddenly and his orgasm took me by surprise, stealing my thoughts of surrender, my need to breathe immediately replaced with my desire to taste his seed. Thick and hot it burst from him and sprayed across my face. I opened my mouth, my tongue darting eagerly to his cock, I licked and sucked the tip as he came swallowing the remaining ejaculate. Stepping back he pulled out of my mouth and tucked himself away quickly. I sat back onto my heels watching him, my eyes now accustomed to the darkness. Reaching forward he lifted my chin. I looked up at him as he studied my face, smeared with cum, cheeks stained with tears and mascara running from my eyes.
‘You have never looked more beautiful,’ he said, I could hear the sincerity in his tone, I beamed at him from the floor, pride pulsing between my legs. Pulling me to my feet he kissed me again, I felt dizzy with lust and excitement.
Letting me go he turned and switched on the lights. I squinted through the glare as he re-fastened his belt. I waited a moment before he motioned towards the sink. With permission granted I ran the taps, splashing my face with the warm water, allowing all traces of him to run from my skin. I might be his slut but I was also a Doctor, couldn’t walk around the hospital covered in his spunk. As I dried my face on the blue paper towels the door swung open. My Registrar strode in.
‘Mr Harries, is your bleep not working? We are needed in A&E, there is a trauma call,’ he looked across at our Consultant and back at me, a cheeky grin spreading across his lips as I furiously blushed. ‘Miss Hastings, what a pleasant surpirse, I thought you left a while ago?’ he teased, flashing me a wink before turning on his heel, closely followed by Mr Harries, Sir. My boss, in every sense of the word.
