The patient in the bed at the end of the ward is a real handful. He's been complaining for days about his inability to get an erection, and the doctors have exhausted all the medical tests they can think of. So here I am, the busty nurse as a last resort, tasked with the job of seeing if I can arouse him.
"Mr. Jenkins," I say, my voice a little too cheery for the circumstances. "How are we feeling today?"
He grunts in response, his eyes flicking to my chest.
"It's time for your... special treatment," I tell him, trying not to smirk.
He looks at me with hope, his eyes widening as I lean over, giving him a clear view of my cleavage. I've gone braless under my scrub top, the fabric stretching taut over my breasts.
"Now, I need you to tell me if anything feels good," I say, my voice dropping to a whisper.
I start by gently massaging his thigh, watching his cock for any signs of life. It's a sad, limp noodle, and I know I'll have to pull out the big guns.
"How about this?" I ask, sliding my hand higher.
"No, no good," he says, his voice strained.
I decide to give him a better view. I straddle him, my thighs pressing against his hips, my pussy just out of his line of sight. His eyes are glued to my chest as I lean in closer, my tits almost spilling out of my top.
"How about now?"
He swallows hard, his cock still not responding. I can feel his gaze burning into my skin.
"Maybe this will help," I say, reaching down and lifting my shirt. My tits fall out, heavy and full, the nipples hardening as the cool air hits them.
His eyes go wide, and I can see the beginnings of a reaction. Progress.
"Do you like these, Mr. Jenkins?"
He nods, his breathing becoming ragged. I play with my nipples, rolling them between my fingers, watching his cock for any signs of life. It's still stubbornly soft.
"What about my pussy?" I ask, sliding my hand down my stomach and into my pants. "Is this what you need?"
I pull my hand back out, showing him my fingers, glistening with my wetness. He groans, and finally, there's a twitch.
"I think we're getting somewhere," I murmur, moving my hand to his cock. "Let's see if we can get this up and running."
I stroke him gently, feeling him grow a little in my hand. But it's not enough.
"Let me try something else," I say, standing up and removing my pants.
I straddle him again, this time lower, my pussy pressing against his thigh. The hair on my mound is thick and untrimmed, and I know it's not every man's taste, but I've had compliments before.
"Look at me," I instruct, spreading my legs wider. "Look at my hairy pussy."
His eyes go to my crotch, and I can see the interest flicker in his eyes. I start to rub myself, my wetness coating my fingers, making them slide easily over my clit.
"Do you like it?" I ask, my voice husky. "Does this make you hard?"
He nods, his cock finally starting to rise to the occasion. I keep playing with myself, watching him watch me, feeling the power in the situation.
"Good," I say, smiling. "Now, let's see if you can keep it up."
I lean in, my tits brushing against his chest, and kiss him deeply. He moans into my mouth, his hands finally moving to cup my breasts.
"Keep playing with yourself," I whisper, sliding down to kneel between his legs.
I take his cock in my mouth, feeling it thicken as I suck on it. His eyes roll back in his head, and I know I've got him.
"Look at me," I say, pulling back. "Look at my tits bouncing while I suck you off."
He does, his eyes glazed with lust as I deep-throat him, my head bobbing up and down. I feel his hands on my hair, guiding me, his hips bucking slightly.
"Yes, that's it," I murmur, my tongue swirling around the tip. "You're doing so good."
His cock is rock-hard now, and I sit back on my heels, proud of my work.
"Now, let's see if we can keep it that way," I say, standing up and turning around.
I lean over the bed, my tits hanging down, my hairy pussy on full display.
"Fuck me," I say, looking back at him over my shoulder. "I want to feel you inside me."
He stammers something unintelligible, but I take it as consent. I guide his cock to my entrance and ease down, feeling him fill me up.
"Mm, yes," I moan, pushing down until he's all the way in. "That's what I want."
I start to ride him, my big tits bouncing with every thrust. His eyes are glued to my ass, watching as my pussy swallows his cock.
"Tell me if you're going to cum," I say, my voice breathless.
He grunts, his grip tightening on the bed.
"I'm close," he gasps.
"Cum for me," I whisper, pushing down harder. "Cum inside my hairy pussy."
With a loud groan, he does, his hot seed filling me up. I keep moving, milking every last drop from him.
"There you go," I say, standing up and straightening my clothes. "All better now?"
He nods, his face flushed and sweaty.
"Good," I say, winking. "Just remember, if you ever have trouble again, Nurse Jane is here to help."
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