1950 Love is the Drug - Sex Stories

1950 Love is the Drug

... place and prepared the flannel.

Then lust overtook her. It had been a while since she had engaged in her 'hobby', she had been working extra shifts.

Without thinking, Celeste lifted her starched apron and the skirt of her navy blue uniform and taking great care not to ladder her new black nylons she climbed into the bed and squatted over the patient. She pulled her knickers to one side and located his helmet which she guided into her warm wet vagina. Gently, Celeste rode him. Not for long. The fit young man exploded into her as she put her hand over his mouth to prevent him crying out.

Skillfully, she dismounted. Celeste smoothed down her uniform and made good use of the warm flannel to clean up. She was Sister Lanyon once more.

As the screens were being removed a soft voice said, "Free prescriptions are one thing but that really puts the service in the NHS, Sister."

Shocked, Celeste realised that her lustful indiscretion had been watched. Standing to one side was Mr Angus McLeash, consultant orthopaedic surgeon.

Trying to retain her composure, Celeste asked, "What brings you onto My ward at this time of night?"

"Oh, I've not long come out of emergency surgery. While I was waiting for my driver to turn up I thought I'd see how you were coping alone.

"Rather well, I'd say.

"Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me. Although this will be a problem," Mr McLeash said, gripping the bulge in his trousers.

He pointed towards the Sister's desk.

"If ...

... you wouldn't mind bending over that, Sister," he asked.

With as much dignity as she could muster, she did as he said. Despite his assurances there was no doubt that he had the upper hand.

With the touch of a surgeon, Mr McLeash neatly folded her skirt up over Celeste's back. He lowered her drawers over her stockings and dropped them onto her shoes.

Celeste was annoyed that she'd allowed herself to be so stupid but she knew that she was still sexually excited. As well as this conflict, she was also praying that most of her patients were now asleep. The thought of eight pairs of eyes watching her being humped from behind, was both stimulating and embarrassing at the same time.

The orthopaedic surgeon slipped easily into her previously lubricated vagina. He obviously had enough knowledge of gynaecology to allow her to settle onto his cock before beginning his thrusting.

And then thrust he did.

Hard and long.

He slapped Sister Celeste Lanyon hard on her buttock with an almighty crack. A ploy only intended to wake her patients and increase her humiliation, thought Celeste.

"Good God, I'm fucking my Sister," cried the doctor as he ejaculated.

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For a week the atmosphere was tense between them.

Celeste knew that if beans were spilled, the Hospital Governors would believe Mr McLeash's version of events. Mr McLeash knew that if the cat escaped from the bag, Mrs McLeash would believe Celeste's ...