Her Diagnosis

Felicia ran her pink, darting tongue across her full lips as she ambled into the bright white room, almond-shaped brown eyes absorbing the harsh florescent lights and, of course, the patient that lay naked in the hospital bed. Oh, this is too delicious, Felicia thought, examining the white, 25-year old man who gazed over at her through sky blue, weepy eyes. He was one of those nicely built, surfer bum types with wide shoulders, huge biceps, a chiseled stomach and, as if that wasn't lovely enough; tan, flawless skin. Felicia herself was a well-paid nurse at the Blue Creek Hospital, and one that was in high demand. Her medical procedures took on a different, almost sadistic nature, yet at the same time she could be as sweet and innocent as a sixteen year old virgin in a cheerleading squad. She was tall, dark-skinned and bosomy, her crisp nurse's uniform accentuating the large bulge of her high-sitting breasts, her big, curvy hips and powerful thighs that could pound into a man with such roughness they writhed from the tremendous, painfully intense orgasm of it. Felicia, with her long, shiny raven-black hair and hot pink high heels, had treated many men in the hospital, curing them of whatever sickness, disease, or virus their bodies were fighting. The beautiful amazonian woman, at 20, had made love to mostly big-boned, muscular black males that had the sex drives of jackrabbits, yet fucking a man like the one she saw on the bed suddenly made her helpless in her curiousity. 1

"You caught me looking", the man said in an almost purring, silky voice that made her shudder as if someone had slathered up her breasts with sun tan lotion. Speaking of which, Felicia, now only inches from the handsome stranger, imagined him lying on a lawn chair sunning himself, letting the rays beautify that perfect, golden body. His hair too, she noticed, was an equal brilliance of thick, silky blonde, slightly wavy, but combed back from his forehead to reveal beautiful features that looked much like Heath Ledger's. He had the same aqualine nose, broad face, well-toned cheekbones and sensual lips. Felicia felt her heart flutter when he smiled at her, vivid white, perfectly straight teeth winking in a bratty little grin. 2

"So, what can I do for you, mistress? Have I been a bad boy?"3

"You need to be taken care of", Felicia said, flicking her tongue at him lizard-like. "Heard you hurt your thigh in a snowboarding accident? Needed sixty-eight stitches for that, huh sweet thang?"4

"Actually seventy-two", the blonde corrected her. "I think I lost half my blood in the stitching process. They didn't know what to do with me."5

"Don't worry, I know exactly what to do with injured patients." Felicia slipped a trim, manicured finger underneath the man's strong chin, tilting his face up towards her. "And I'll give you a hint - it isn't bed rest, pills, or morphine."6

"You're gonna make me feel better, nurse?" Felicia slid her hand underneath the thin pale covers to find the man's taut, rippled stomach that - to her delight - teased her with a sinfully marbled set of abs. She let her fingers explore further, stroking his hard, lean thighs until she found the stiff, huge erection that stood as straight as a rocket in her hands. He threw his head back against the pillow with a groan, clawing at the bed sheets as she rubbed his impressive length up and down, nice and rough and fast until he let out a cry that was sure to rouse everyone in the waiting room. She could tell by the desperate, hungry throb of his cock, the flutter of those long, dark eyelashes and the clenching of his muscles that he was just about to cum all over. She yanked her hand back, savoring the look of sheer torment on the blonde's now sweaty face, the primeval flicker in those too-blue eyes that he needed to have his deprived cock buried deep in her slippery heat. 7

"That was so callous of you", he said breathily, reaching out with a big warm hand to grasp her breasts. Smirking, she popped open the buttons of her uniform, letting him seal his mouth on the nut-hard nipples, tracing the areolas with his velvety tongue until she stumbled back, her womanly body shaking with the suprising flush of pleasure he furnished. He sat up in the bed, pulling her down with him onto the cool sheets, her one breast trapped in his playful, teasing hand, fingers pinching and twisting her nipple until the pleasure/pain of it made her moan as a wonderful, ecstatic chill jolted through her like difibrillators. The way he looked at her suddenly made her pussy twitch, the hypnotizing, almost perverted way those gorgeous blue eyes slid from her puckered nipples down to the short, tiny white skirt. Damn, Felicia thought, if this boy can give me that much pleasure in just suckling my jugs, imagine how much he can make me beg with that magical tongue of his on my famished clit. 8

"Why, hello, what's this?" He slipped his blonde, sleek head between her fleshy, toffee brown thighs, holding her long legs apart as he inspected her most personal assets: the lush valley of her pussy. "Yum, nice and tight like I imagined..." One small, delicious squeeze of her clit and Felicia jerked up against the wall, clawing her nails into his broad tan shoulders as he carefully traced the line of her vulva with his tongue, the combined sensation of his hair tickling her thighs along with the sweet agony of him stroking, kissing, and sucking her clitoris made Felicia spasm in an orgasm that awoke somewhere deep inside her. Toying with her love button, she took the man's face in her hands, bent over and gave him a savage, shockingly passionate kiss. His taste - peppermint gum and cigarettes - would stay in her mouth and in the fabric of her clothes for days, maybe weeks. Sighing in absolute, dreamy pleasure, Felicia felt her body surrender as the man planted a trail of wet, precious kisses from her breasts to the spiked, polished heels of her shoes. By now his penis was so swollen it looked like it was about to burst at any moment, and Felicia, her eyes fixated on the mighty fine manhood, instincively wanted it so deep inside her she felt her own tortured, aching parts yearn for his tool. 9

"I want you inside me", she gasped, fighting the urge to cum as he claimed her clit again with his lips. "No more foreplay, babe, you have something that I need right now...I'm going to go insane if you don't put your cock in me now."10

"They say the hospital food is bad", the blonde said, rising up to his full six-foot-one height, his erection pressing into her buttocks. "But you know, I don't much mind the prescription you gave me...it's made me more lively than I've been in years." 11

"You better be careful, because this prescription may have some pretty nasty side effects", Felicia warned, holding up her shoe so the sharp heel pointed menacingly at his soft throat. "This might result in drowsiness, hot flashes, an abnormal sex drive, hallucinations, the strange need to possess a woman and make her cum so many times she can't even move..."12

"I'm good at doing that", he whispered in her ear. "Why don't you check my temperature, mistress? I think I have a raging fever...the appetite I have for your pussy is making me...nauseous with lust."13

That was it - Felicia had had enough of his games. Heart pounding, she shoved him onto the bed, mounting him like a horse with her legs spread wide open, hugging his waist while her arms held on to the flimsy headboard of the narrow hospital bed. 14

The blonde, taken aback by her assertiveness, gratefully drank in the sight of her full, unashamed nakedness inches in front of him, underneath him, her candy perfume intermingled with the pungent smell of her clit; swamping his brain and senses and making him so painfully, incredibly aroused it drove him crazy. With one swift, smooth thrust he plunged in between her soft folds, occupying the wet, thirsty territory until every crevice of her was completely filled. Breathing in short, drawn-out breaths, Felicia battled with her orgasm as the man began to drive into her, backing out, and ramming back into again, each time nudging an intense area in her clit that threatened to make her explode. Another heavy thrust, gold flesh sticking to brown, Felicia threw her head back in a wild tormented scream, trying to keep the orgasm at bay...she wasn't ready to cum yet but every muscle of her body grew tight, hugging onto the blonde for dear life. Pounding into her now, his loud, resounding roar of pleasure mixing with her own shuddering moan, the two of them soaked in sweat and lost in one another's skin and scent. 15

"My goodness", Felicia managed to breathe when she peeled herself off of him, climbing on top of his body so her head rested on his bare chest. "That was a nice dose of medicine, wasn't it?" She ran her fingers through his damp, tousled blonde hair. "Your muscle strength and reflexes are...amazing."16

"Give me another diagnosis", he whined, tugging the hem of her skirt like a fussy child. "Come on, nurse, maybe this time we should switch roles?"17

Felicia laughed, her almond eyes twinkling. "And you'll be the nurse?"18

"The doctor", he corrected with a grin.19

"Let me buggar off to the next room", she told him. "I need to deliver this REAL medicine to an elderly patient in the next room, he was expecting me an hour ago..."20

"Make sure to come back, kitten, I could use a more thorough diagnosis."21

"I'll give you another check-up in no time", Felicia assured him as she climbed back into her thin, ruby red thong, which - to her dismay and embarassment - was soaking wet with her own juices. 22