CHAPTER THREE: Cole
“Oh, my god… Cole… your cock… is so… fucking big…”
The words gushed out of Monica’s moist lips each time I thrust my cock into her. Her pink scrub pants were down around her ankles and the pink scrub shirt was lying on the floor. She was bent over a bathroom sink, clutching onto the sides so tightly that her knuckles were turning white, with her tight, round ass shoved out and my fingers digging into her sides. I was behind her with my knees bent so my cock would line up to her luscious pussy, hammering it to her like there was no tomorrow.
Monica was a small girl and her cunt was so tight it wrapped around my cock like fingers on a hand. She could tense her pussy muscles and squeeze my cock like a milking machine. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt, and of course as a medical professional, made me wonder why I hadn’t gone into gynecological research. Hmm, maybe I had without even realizing it.
I glanced at her in the mirror over the sink. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her pink mouth was hanging open. Her tongue rolled out and swiped across her lips. Her big milky tits bounced on her chest. I grabbed onto them to keep them still. Her plump nipples caught between my fingers and I gave them a squeeze.
“Fuck… Cole… I’m cumming…” she moaned, getting on her tiptoes and pushing her ass toward me. “Fuck… Cole… cum with me…”
I sucked in a quick breath and tensed every muscle in my body to let my balls know that it was time to blow. I could hold an orgasm with the best of them. When I was young I’d shoot my load even before I got my cock out of my pants. Now, thanks to years of practice with more women that I could count, I could hold off until my partner was ready for me to cum. The only time I didn’t hold back was when I was getting my cocked sucked or I was in a hurry. Then, I could come in no time. Why draw it out. It was just a blowjob.
I squeezed Monica’s hips and lifted her off the ground, impaling my cock deep inside her until I heard her gasp. I could feel her hot juices gushing out of her pussy around my cock, soaking my balls and filling the tiny bathroom with the pungent aroma of our sex.
“Fuck… meeee… oh… god… I’m…cumming…” Monica started to scream, but I quickly put my hand over her mouth. She bit hard into my fingers and moaned. I somehow managed to keep going as I shot my hot milky load deep inside. When it was over, she pried her teeth from my finger and hung her head, panting like a dog.
“Holy shit, Dr. Walker,” she said, looking up at me in the mirror with a sweaty grin on her face. “That was awesome.”
“Yes, it was,” I said, smiling at her as I stepped back to let my long cock slide from her cunt. She turned around quickly and grabbed my sticky, deflating cock in one hand and put the other hand around my neck. She pulled my lips down to hers and roughly pushed her tongue into my mouth.
“I love your cock,” she said, her hand sliding up and down my gooey member. She gave me a pitiful look. “When am I going to get to fuck you outside of this hospital. I mean, this was great, but I have a king-sized bed that would be even better.”
“You know the rules,” I said, taking her wrist to pull her hand from my cock and gently pushing her away. “If the hospital administrator knew about us, you would lose your job. And your fiancé would shit a brick and call off your wedding. You don’t want that to happen.”
She leaned her bare ass back against the sink and folded her arms over her tits, which were red and marked from the roughness of our sex. “You keep quoting hospital rules to me. I don’t even think there is such a rule. I think you made it up so you wouldn’t have to see me outside of the hospital.”
“Look it up in the employee handbook,” I said with a shrug as I tucked my cock into my shorts and pulled up my black scrubs. “Or go ask your fiancé about it. He works in administration. I’m sure he’d tell you the same thing I’m telling you.” I narrowed my eyes to give her a serious look. “I mean, if this isn’t enough for you, we can just stop.”
“No, this is great,” she said quickly, ignoring the fact that we had just fucked in a public restroom the size of a broom closet. It was representative of the nature of our affair. We had fucked in janitor’s closets, empty hospital rooms, public restrooms with locks on the doors, bathroom stalls with no locks, unoccupied labs, service elevators, and the laundry room in the basement. We had anointed pretty much every area within the hospital with the sounds and smells of our sex, but we would never meet outside. Monica was a sweet girl and a nice fuck, but she was not someone I’d give the time of day to on the outside. She knew and I knew it, and it wasn’t really an issue. Monica always got clingy right after sex.
I nudged her aside and washed my hands while she sat on the toilet and cleaned off her cunt with toilet paper then pulled the pink scrubs back up her legs. I dried my hands on a paper towel and kissed her on the forehead.
“I’m going to check on our patient,” I said. “Have a good night. And thanks for this. It was nice.”
“You’re such an asshole,” she huffed, rolling her eyes at me, pretending to be irritated. Then she smiled and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll see you later.”
I unlocked the door and stepped out into the brightly-lit hallway. There were three nurses at a station at the end of the hall. They all looked at me, then quickly looked away.
I smiled and headed toward ICU to check on my patient. I could only imagine the gossip that would start when the nurses saw Monica coming out of the bathroom.
The Dr. Cole Walker legend lived on.