A little background before I get into the story. I remember one time seeing a commercial for vodka (Sorry, this video is age restricted and has an annoying 30 second ad in front of it...). I thought it was very naughty, and looked like it would be great fun. I have decided to write my own version of this, and how I would do it.
On with the story:
"He is so cute."
"I know, I enjoy sponging him off."
"Have you ever, you know..." She let it hang there, not wanting to voice it.
"I have looked at it." The other nurse giggled, before suddenly turning bright red.
I mused out loud, "I wonder what it would be like to have sex with a man in a coma."
The other two nurses looked at me, shocked, then giving their naughty grins.
"Would you, really?"
"Sure," I replied. "I just worry about someone else catching me."
The other two nurses looked at each other, then turned back to me.
"We have night shift the end of this week. Tell you what, if you are actually willing to do it, we will make sure that no one enters his room."
I looked at them, shocked. "Ok, now your just teasing me."
"No no, I am completely serious. You come in while we are on duty, and we will make sure you aren't disturbed. However, there is a catch. I am not sure about her, but I want to see it. You have to record it."
Flushed with arousal at the thought of doing this, I agreed.
We discussed the details. We tried to figure out how to make sure he was erect for me. We settled on one of the other nurses slipping him some viagra about 30 minutes before my scheduled time.
The time came, and the show was mine. I showed up in the hospital in my nurses outfit, so that no one would question why I was there outside of visiting hours. I went to the room, and found the nurse who wanted me to record inside, waiting. She helped me set up the camera, then, smirking, left the room.
I was now in the room, alone with the coma patient.
I looked him over. You could tell that the coma had ravished him, his eyes sunken and his frame small, almost skeletal. Even in this state, he was gorgeous. I imagined what he would have looked like healthy, vibrant. His features were delicate, almost feminine. His sandy blonde hair was lank now, but would have been lush, full, thick, the edges barely touching the ears, the top feathered out. His eyes, so blue as to be the sky itself. His ears were slightly small, poking out just a bit. His nose thin and tapered, coming to a slight point at the end. His lips, the perfect curve. A mole, on the upper left side of his forehead. Light freckles adorned him just around the eyes, freckles that would not have been there if he was able to get into the sun more, giving him a cute, boyish look. A look of innocence.
I had never spent time with this patient before, so I had to wonder. Did a man this gorgeous have a girl waiting for him? Two? Was he as innocent as he looked, or was he a womanizer, finding himself in bed with someone different every day? He could have been a model. Was he straight? Was he married? Did he have kids, debts, a house? Did any of this matter? For this time, he was mine, and I was his, and although he could not do anything other than react, he could be anything I wanted him to be, for now, for tonight.
I brushed aside his hair, looking at his peaceful, sleeping face, before pulling his gown up, and slipping it off of him. Mt fingers traced the lines of his chest, following his ribs, running along his pecs. I played with his nipples, kissed his lips, kissing his body while moving down, down, down.
I took his penis in my hand, then stroked him, making sure he was nice and stiff. Once he was at attention, I put his penis inside my mouth, tasting him. Since he was in a coma, I didn't need to worry about him pressing the back of my head, causing me to gag as he tried to get me to deepthroat him. Instead, I was able to enjoy it in a way that I could not do with a normal partner. I was able to play with his head, running my tongue over it, exploring it. Putting it slightly inside my mouth, I kept teasing the head while I used my hand to stroke his shaft, savoring the taste of him. Teasing it until finally, he came into my mouth. Again, no need to impress, no one expecting anything. I could do anything I wanted.
Cum still in my mouth, I leaned over him, kissing him, the cum from him mingling in our two mouths. I wondered, does a man in a coma still taste? What would he say, if he could, to the taste of his cum and my kisses? Still in my mouth, I went back down on him, lubricating his penis with my saliva and his cum, then swallowed what remained.
I took off my panties, mounting him, taking his cum covered penis and working it inside my wet pussy.
I rode him then, bucking my hips, rubbing myself, and imagining him admiring my body. Back and forth, my motions timed, building slowly at first until my body screamed for more, screamed for release. Now I was frantic, wanting him to cum, wanting to climax myself. My hands rubbed my clit, faster, harder, as his penis stimulated my pussy. I felt him cum again, and lost myself in my own climax. However, I was not done with him yet.
I hopped off the side of the bed and pulled up one of the chairs in the room, sitting down. I looked him over again, taking his penis in my hand while I played with it, kept it nice and hard, stimulated. A couple of times I took it into my mouth, tasting the mixture of his cum and my juices. I shared my secrets, my fantasies, my desires, and finally worked myself up enough to take him again.
I took off my clothes, hopped back on the bed, and straddled him again, working his penis inside my pussy. I started with slow movements, working his penis as deep inside me as I could, then lifting my hips up until just the tip was in. I slammed down on him, until his penis was almost to my cervix. Up again, then quickly down. Soon I was overcome by the feeling of the deep thrusts inside me, and, unable to contain myself, started moving faster, faster, until at last I felt him cum inside me. Rest and repeat.
By the time I left the room, I climaxed two more times, and made him cum inside me four more times, trying every position I could get this limp, gorgeous man into. I had been with him for over three hours. I wonder, would I end up with this comatosed man's baby? I was so filled with his cum it seemed like it was almost impossible not to. The thought thrilled me more.
We met later, me and the other two nurses, and I played the recording I had made. They got wet themselves watching me ride him, and we had a girls only night, all night. We didn't even make it to the bed, but slept on the couch, naked bodies entwined, after our night of play. But that is for another story.
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