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Medical Adventures or Female Domination in the Fie
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Medical Adventures or Female Domination in the Field of Medicine
Part V
For the rest of that day and most of Thursday, there was a seeming
constant flow of student nurses just inside the door to my room (where I
couldn't see them). The only reason I know they came and went was that I
could hear semi-whispered phrases like "God look at that!" followed by
giggles and then quick footsteps out the door and sometimes laughter in
the hallway.
Late on Thursday Beth and her roommate Jennifer stopped in to visit.
"Hi Jim, advertising your wares?" asked Jennifer.
"What are you talking about?"
"Your MRI's by the door dummy."
"Oh shit! You got to be kidding me! Take them down and bring them
over here please."
Jennifer walked around the corner and came back immediately carrying 3
MRI films and a big envelope. "These were on the viewer," she said as
she handed them to me.
(You got it; one of them was the MRI sheet showing my hard cock in
perfect profile)
"Well that explains why all the traffic at the door," I sighed. As I put the
films in the envelope and placed in between the bed and the nightstand.
"But they did look DELICIOUS," said Jennifer with a chuckle, "Almost
good enough to eat!"
"You ought to know!" I replied with a smile on my face. Which brought a
blush to her's.
"So how you getting along big guy," interjected Beth my cute little
Physical Therapist.
"Like a victim of the Inquisition, stretched on the rack, and itching all over
where they shaved me..."
"Shaved you?"
"Yea"
"Can I see?"
"Why not, you've seen it all before."
Beth then lifted the sheet and peeked underneath, "OOH I LIKE IT!" she
squealed.
"Let ME see," said Jennifer as she elbowed her way in beside Beth, "OH
YES, I KNOW COULD EAT THAT!"
"Promises, Promises, all I get is promises..." I ventured.
Beth and Jennifer had a quick whispered conference and Beth headed for
the door while Jennifer pulled down the sheet. Jennifer leaned over me
and slowly traced her tongue along the top of my cock as her left hand
cupped my hairless balls and gently massaged them. In nothing flat, I was
hard and she licked every part of my exposed groin, then went to work in
ernest on sucking my pole. It was more than I could take, the feel of her
tongue on that bare flesh which was twice as sensitive as usual, resulted in
me quickly filling her mouth with my cum and she just kept on sucking.
When I went soft, she stood and leaning over my face kissed me full on
the mouth; I could taste my own juice on her lips as our tongues dipped
back and forth in each others mouths.
Jennifer then broke off the kissing and went to the door and Beth returned
without her. Beth immediately reached for my hairless cock and balls and
began working them while she kissed my face, neck, and mouth.
"Ummm, I REALLY like the feel without all that hair," she purred into
my ear, "I think you should keep it that way..." At this point my just used
cock was coming back to life and she immediately moved downward. I
closed my eyes as she closed her mouth over my shaft and I savored the
great feeling as she worked me full length into her mouth and down her
throat. When I looked down, I saw the most beautiful sight. Little Beth,
with her mouth full of my cock, and her big blue eyes looking directly up
my body at me as she sucked for all she was worth and moved up and
down the shaft. In short order I came and she just kept on sucking and
swallowing, until there was no more to get and I was starting to go soft.
She then released me from her mouth and moved back up to kiss me on
the lips. I stroked her buns as we kissed, but being tied to the bed, I
couldn't do anything more.
Beth went back out and got Jennifer and we talked for a while, about how
they were doing and I filled them in on my upcoming operation. They
said they had to go, but that they would try to stop back before Monday,
and definitely would be in to see me after the operation.
I rested better that night than any other that week.
Friday, brought a stream of nurses and women technicians through the
room, to perform one thing or another each of whom, managed to off
handedly mention my MRI pictures and how they were, "cute; interesting,
unusual, etc." All I could do was turn red and try to ignore them.
Also on Friday, Head Nurse Jones arrived again with her troop of a dozen
students and after checking me over decided that some hairs were starting
to reappear and that I needed shaved again. This time, I was shaved by
HER in front of the class and whereas Amy, Judy and Leslie had been
gentle, Head Bitch Jones was very rough and basically treated me like a
slab of meat.
Saturday and Sunday I finally got some rest from the parade through my
room, it seems that the nursing staff works 12 hour shifts on weekends and
on my ward at least, very few students were on duty. The Day nurse was
an older woman (mid-thirties) named Millie, with bright red hair cut short
and a "Motherly" approach to her job and Bill the male nurse who had
been on duty when I checked in was the Night nurse. Millie explained
that she and Bill worked 3, 12 hour days per week and got paid for 40
hours. She had small children and the schedule allowed her to be home
more, yet still receive full pay and benefits. Bill, she said, was going to
graduate school and the schedule allowed him to be free all week for
classes, plus he got reduced tuition as a full-time staff member.
Saturday, the doctor's secretary brought a pile of papers for me to sign:
Medical Power of Attorney, Living Will, Informed Consent Waiver, etc.
By the way, if you haven't had surgery lately, the paperwork alone will
scare the shit out of you. That Informed Consent form tells you about the
1-2% who never come out of anesthesia, the 1% who die on the table from
heart failure, the approx. 1% who have permanent brain damage as a result
of strokes resulting from blood clots passing into the blood stream, and a
mathematic prognosis for your successful survival of the surgery. Or how
about the 40/60 chance that you might end up paralysed for life. The
others have you designate who will make medical decisions for you while
you are out and until/or if you don't recover. Whether, you want measures
taken to prolong your life if you are brain dead or severely brain damaged,
etc. Wonderful reading for the day before you are about to have major
spinal surgery.
Up till then I had not been concerned about the implications of surgery, of
course, the only surgery I had ever had was to have my tonsils removed
when I was a kid. Now, I was worried. Late Saturday night I couldn't go
to sleep, and was laying there re-reading those forms for the 50th time.
That's when Bill came in on rounds...
"Hey guy, what are you still doing up?"
"Can't sleep, these forms..." and I visibly trembled.
Bill picked up one of the forms and looked it over; "Man their sense of
timing sure sucks, doesn't it." he offered.
"I'll be straight with you Bill, I wasn't worried until they brought this shit
in today.... Now, Now I'm getting scared ..."
"Hey man don't let that crap get too you, yeah it's true that around 1 out of
a hundred don't wake up from the table, but that's based on the total
number of operations. Hell, some of those were all but dead when they
put them under and it also includes accident victims, and old farts and
those so out of shape that their systems couldn't take the strain of the
surgery. Your chances are more like 1 in 10,000 guy, your young and
strong and don't have any problems other than that disk. Shit, I'd bet those
odds any day."
"Well why doesn't it say that?"
"That's legal bullshit to cover their asses man; if they don't give you the
stats and something goes wrong, then you or your family can sue the shit
out of them. Like I said, don't worry man, you'll do fine. Besides, you
don't want to disappoint all those little student nurses who are lining up to
put the make on you when you get back on your feet do you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You teach self-defense and martial arts at the rec. building don't you?"
"Yea, but not last term or this, due to my back..."
"Hell man, you are the talk of the whole School of Nursing. You, my man
have been deemed a hunk, a prime marital candidate, AND winner of the
all-time sexiest X-Ray/MRI contest. Once you are back on your feet, your
classes will be filled with young pussy that already knows what you have
and are after it; think THAT one over!"
"You mean?"
"I mean copies of a certain MRI are circulating all over the School of
Nursing and through half the hospital female staff..."
"Now give me that paperwork, and get to sleep, I'll check back in 30
minutes and if you are not asleep, I get my trusty little hypo and put you to
sleep. Understood?"
"Yep!" and I handed the papers to him as he reached for the light switch. I
apparently met his deadline since I don't remember getting any shot.
Epilogue
I had the operation and recovered quickly. During my recovery, Beth and
Jennifer both stopped over at my house about once per week each. Five
weeks later when I returned to work full-time, I was called to my
Department Chairman's office.
"Jim how do you feel about teaching evening classes?"
"I'm not to big on them, they sure knock hell out of my social life," I
replied.
"Oh, well I guess I'll have to call these people back and decline then..."
"What do you mean?"
"Well we got a couple of special requests for classes next quarter, one
from the School of Nursing and the other from the School of Allied
Medical Professions for Self Defense classes for their students; but ONLY
if YOU could teach them. They even forwarded pre-registration forms for
enough students to fill 5 classes, but two of them would have to be
evening classes."
Dr. G. handed me the paperwork and there before me were rosters for 5
classes of twenty students each (ALL WOMEN!!!) from the medical area.
A quick glance at the lists, showed a lot of names that looked familiar and
others I thought I recognized from my various treatments and proceedures.
"You say they specifically requested me to teach them?"
"No question about it; here look at the letter from the school of Nursing it
has a request letter attached from the Student Nurses Association, it has
you name in bold and underlined both! What the hell did you do while
you were getting your back fixed?"
"Just did what they told me," I replied, "and tried to get back on my feet as
quick as I could."
"Well when I called down there, the Dean told me she could keep your
classes full for the next couple of years; you must have impressed
someone down there."
"All I can say sir, is that I will do the best I can. Tell them I will take th
e
classes requested and any more they want in the future. I wouldn't want to
disappoint my fans, as they say in the music business..."
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Footnote: Billy was right!!!!!
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Quicksilver-Iota
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