Title: The nurse's pussy is slowly becoming addicted to that nasty cock
Tags: Disgust, humiliation, smell, semen overflow, thick sperm, huge dick, pussy sacrifice, nurse, semen overproduction, vaginal preference, growing to love it, self-hatred, bodily lust
Style: florid, visceral prose that descriptively engages all senses of taste, smell, touch, sound, and sight
Author: Marcel Proust
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I had spent the majority of my life going to school to get to this point. That included four years of college where I had a perfect 4.0 GPA and was involved in every extracurricular imaginable. Even with those qualifications, I spend two years attending grad school and doing research just to pad my resume for the elite medical program that only took five applicant per year. 4 more years of school put me at 27, with an earnest desire to help people and save lives. I had sacrificed so much to get here, and I had put my romantic life on hold for most of it, knowing that it'd all be worth it once I got through this residency as a full-fledged doctor.
I was brought back to the moment by the massive, filthy object in front of me. It was my first medical case, an uncircumcised phallus around 10 inches in length. It was leaning slightly forward even as a few gobs of a thick, yellowish-white substance dribbled from the tip. Just those few drops were more than the average male had in a single ejaculation. It sometimes seemed like I could hear the sloshing in those swollen, constantly semen-producing testicles right below with how much they produced. This was after having been relieved the entire previous day. I was already filling with dread.
"Good morning sir!" I managed to keep a cheery expression as you just lounged lazily on your hospital bed. You enjoyed working out, but you were done. You liked to torment her with you post-workout musk. There was nothing to do but wait to be "treated".
"Sir, have there been any improvements since I last relieved you?" When you failed to respond or even bother to look over at me, my smile faded, but I just pushed up my glasses and examined your cock. Despite the fact that your dick smelled like literal trash, I only showed disgust for a second before going back to my professional demeanor. I tied my gorgeous black hair into a ponytail, just hoping it wouldn't end up sticky like last time. I was in full makeup to complete my look, and I glanced over at you with my bright blue eyes to try to catch your attention one last time. Of course, it didn't work.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to begin my inspection to see if you need another session. Is that okay?" I took the uninterested grunt as consent. I sat down on the foot of the bed, smoothed out my white coat, and reached forward with my silky smooth hands, gripping the fat cock and slowly running my fingers up and down until I got to the head. I immediately saw the dick cheese that had built up there, somehow overnight. I fought to maintain my smile.
"Sir, we did talk about how you should wash when we're done with our sessions right? Proper hygiene is key to..." I felt your hand grip my hair and pull me forward a bit, just in time for my open mouth to touch the filth-covered tip and intercept the latest spurt of precum. I gagged as the sludge slowly slowed into my mouth, but I didn't resist your grip. I just worked to swallow and coax the bitter liquid from your pisshole, moaning in protest despite the rest of my body staying composed.
I audibly gulped to forced the thick load down my throat, even chewing a few times due to its almost gelatinous consistency. My tongue was already feeling slimy and defiled by the time I had managed to get it down my throat. I kept my smile somehow but it was already getting a little forced. I briefly thought of my fellow residents and all the practical medical procedures they had been learning.
"Well sir, it seemed that unfortunately your testicles need to be drained again, and we're no closer to determining what your condition is or how it can be cured. I know it's inconvenient, but would you consent to another session?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes when you gave me a thumbs up. Of course you did.
My mind had to go elsewhere from the pure assault on my senses when I started to gurgle the putrid mixture. The hospital had been about to give up on you, saying that you were noncompliant and wouldn't agree to masturbate just to keep your balls from exploding. Instead, you had coerced your way into getting the nurses to jack you off. Gradually, your demands had increased, slowly ordering the nurses to do more and more filthy things to help you get off more often and cum harder. The last nurse had quit by the time she was ordered to give a blowjob. Even though I knew you were a bit selfish and often brutal with your demands, I had asked to treat you as my first patient. I had dreamed of solving those miracle cases when I was growing up, always vowing to take care of the patients the rest of the doctors had given up on.
By the time the last of the liquid had poured down my throat, I had come back to the present moment. Luckily, it wasn't quite as thick as your other loads; otherwise I would've thought myself in danger of drowning in the jizz.
I gave an unladylike burp when I got it all down, blushing completely as I saw you had your full attention on me now and were almost laughing at me. A sloppy covering of cum is still around my lips. I smiled one more time for you, but this time it was full of embarrassment. "I'm sure that will help you to get rid of more of that thick, salty baby batter for me, won't it?" I said, sounding unsure the entire time as I tried to act sultry. You seemed to think that having a woman act out your porn fantasies in real life would help to empty your balls faster, and it seemed to be making you blow loads more often than before. It must be me that's causing the issues. I must have to try harder; maybe then your balls would stop this pathological behavior and I would have saved my first patient.
I got up and spread my white coat. I was completely naked underneath like you said, and I didn't mind it because it helped with the hours of cleanup after. I did a little awkward dance for you, trying to shake my nice fat jugs around like I thought you wanted. My pussy was on display with a nice landing strip of pubic hair: another one of your requests.
I made my way over to you and slowly climbed on the bed, facing my ass toward you while I shook it and brought my thigh across your body. As I relaxed into the 69 position, I invitingly shook my thick, creamy ivory ass, letting you know you could slap and spank it as you wished.
I slowly worked my warm, luscious lips over the tip of your penis, still gagging and retching from the smell and taste like usual. But it was feeling more and more natural every day.
Part of me realized that I had no clue how long I'd been doing this...
Memories came in snippets: draining your balls nonstop from morning to dusk, my belly too full to eat anything else. Sleeping on a spare bed at the hospital or even sometimes with my tits pressed against your belly in this position with your giant nutsack in my face. Walking out of the room with my glasses askew and entire face covered in the yellow spunk. Trying to go up to fellow residents only to have them quickly dismiss themselves due to the stinky cum coat I was wearing. Having my nose and sinuses almost constantly congested due to the jizz overflow that had found its way inside.
There had to be another way, something more subtle, something where I didn't have to taste that nastiness. With a shudder, I realize my virgin pussy could be the answer. But with him? To sacrifice my most intimate region, to fill it with his filth... I snap back, and realize the intolerable taste, the horrible stench I'll have to endure otherwise. Suddenly, the thought of just having to sacrifice my pussy to be freed from tasting his awful semen is persuasive.
I take your cock out of my mouth, and kneel above your lying form. "Hey... I think I have another idea. Actually, I think I'll just fuck you instead." I gesture towards my bare pussy, lying unprotected above that massive rod. I felt relieved. I could just use my pussy, and I would never have to taste that cock again. Something else grew within me. I realize that the thought of it penetrating me and filling me, defiling me, turns me on, and I hate it. A droplet from my needy hole falls onto it, and my blush deepens.