Dr. Price - Sex Stories

Dr. Price

... 52-years-old, he was healing well, but would still need a lot of rest to recuperate.

She took a deep breath and thought, "Time to switch from daughter mode to nurse mode." She quietly climbed the stairs and went into her bedroom. She pulled her T-shirt off over her head and then dropped her jeans to the floor. Although she was 32 years old, she had the body of a curvy 22-year-old. She ate right and exercised at the gym at least 5 days per week. She eyed herself in the mirror as she slipped her bra off. Her large breasts assumed their natural shape and she was pleased to see that there was not a hint of sag in them. She had large dark nipples that matched her large breasts nicely. She pulled a sports bra out of her chest-of-drawers and pulled it on. She then put a new pair of scrubs on. She pulled her dark hair into a ponytail. "Ready. You can do this." She exhaled and went back downstairs to find her dad sleeping soundly.

She pulled out her computer and began to catch up on some of her work e-mails. After several hours of quiet, she heard her Dad croak, "Rhianna. Could I get some water please?"

"Sure, Dad." She had placed a pitcher of water next to his bed along with the cup she had brought home from the hospital. Of course, since both of his hands were in casts, he was helpless. "Here you go," she said as she placed the bent straw to his lips.

He took a very long draw. "Thanks." He looked at her and then frowned.

"What is it?" she asked. "Are you in ...

... pain?"

"Well, kind of." He shut his eyes, sighed, and then opened them to look at her again. "We might as well get this over with. I've got to pee."

"Ah, yes. I know it's embarrassing, Dad, but just remember I was a nurse before I was a doctor, and I've seen everything!"

"Yeah, well, you haven't seen mine."

She smiled at him and then went to retrieve the urinal and some antiseptic wipes. She pulled the covers down to his knees and unbuttoned the fly to his pajamas. "Just relax, Dad. This won't take long." She reached into his pajamas and felt for his penis. She was surprised when her hands wrapped around his quite large penis. As she pulled his flaccid penis out of his pajamas, she saw that it appeared to be quite long and was definitely thick. "Holy shit," she thought, "Dad's hung like a horse!" She kept her face as passive as she could. Typically, she would place the head of her patient's penis into the urinal and then avert her eyes while the patient urinated, but her Dad's penis was...beautiful. That was the only word for it: beautiful. "Ok, Dad, go ahead and urinate," she said.

"I'm trying, Pumpkin, but this is harder than I thought it would be."

"It's okay, Dad. Close your eyes and do multiplication problems."

"What?"

She smiled at him. "Just do it. I swear it works. Do a hard one. Do 235 times 13."

He closed his eyes and frowned. After about five seconds, she heard a stream of urine pour into the plastic urinal. He really had to pee, and it took him ...