Nursing A Grievance

Chapter 5

The horror! Tommy wept harder, shook his head in wild negation and then wallowed joyously in the agony of it all as sexy Shanna pulped his balls with one hand and pressed on the hugely distended dome of his bloated up abdomen with the other.

In addition to this daily fun there were other patients of course. And Shanna quickly proved as competent and professional with these as she was devilishly inventive with Tommy. The permanently disabled, the cancer sufferers, even late-stage diabetics with un-healable wounds in place of extremities all benefitted from her addition to the floor. She became acquainted with and mostly accepted by the rest of the staff as well, particularly with those already friendly with Sara.

There was Doreen, a soft-spoken, motherly type of about thirty-five who never seemed flustered about anything; Kitty, a skinny vivacious lady in her early forties always trying to round up volunteers for floor activities to break up the monotony; Leticia or Lettie as she was known, a black girl their own age always overflowing with Jerry Springer Show-style anecdotes about her adventures in the city’s dance clubs, and most entertaining of all a pair of inseparable twenty-one year old LPNs named Lynnie and Marybeth.

LPNs were Licensed Practical Nurses with two years training rather than the four-year degree required becoming an RN, or Registered Nurse like Shanna and Sara. Of course the RNs teased them about this, calling them ‘Little Play Nurses’ as opposed to a ‘Real Nurse’. But Lynnie and Marybeth were simply adorable and actually indispensible to the smooth running of the floor. In addition to cheerfully taking on the messy or menial jobs some RNs considered beneath them and yet were beyond the expertise and pay grade of the orderlies and aides, they livened up the place considerably with their constant banter and inexhaustible enthusiasm. Their youthful spark and irreverent humor did far more to alleviate the grim atmosphere of the place for both patients and staff than all of Kitty’s well-planned activities and a dozen nurses of Shanna’s head-turning beauty could.

In any case, these two were quicker to befriend Shanna and make her a part of the floor than anyone but Sara herself, and she appreciated this. They never failed to introduce her to the visiting therapists, technicians and other functionaries popping in, and they always leaped to loudly shame and berate the men on the staff who persisted in shadowing her with their crude come-ons, inappropriate remarks and attempted groping.

Of course there was nothing they could do about the doctors already hovering around and eying up the new help, but so far they hadn’t needed to. Probably these predatory lechers were simply biding their time. But Sara was grateful both that Lynn and Marybeth were helping to fend off the lower hordes and that no one of power had so far targeted her secret lover. So things were going remarkably well at work. A few of the older nurses and administrators remained stand-offish, like the formidable Miriam, but that was to be expected. A certain type of grizzled veteran always remained suspicious and eager to criticize a new hire, particularly if she was young and beautiful like Shanna. Women could be even slower than men to accept that great beauty did not necessarily preclude brains, ability, and a willingness to work hard. Sara had faced this prejudice herself, and was confident it would eventually fade or sort itself out. In the meantime lively and outgoing Shanna was doing her own part to earn her place in the affection and esteem of her co-workers. Aside from catching on quickly and doing her work consistently well, she paid attention and asked the right questions in staff meetings and was never ashamed to admit ignorance or seek guidance. And in the informal gatherings over lunch or in the changing room or nurses’ station at the beginnings and ends of shifts she joined agreeably and amusingly in with the constant banter, gossip, and discussion of hospital events, news and policy.

As for before and after work, here things proceeded in absolutely fabulous fashion. Sara and Shanna’s secret relationship as lesbian lovers flowered and burgeoned and filled them both with ever increasing ecstatic happiness and personal and s****l fulfillment that seemed simply divine. After all, despite the way they’d instantly clicked they hardly knew each other at all at first. And it took far more than mutual attraction and incredibly satisfying s*x to sustain a proper love affair. It took maturity, compatible personalities and a deep affinity for each other’s wants, needs, moods, limits, and all the other parameters for successful interpersonal relations. As they took the time to really get to know one another, these also sorted themselves out and fell into place with a speed and serendipity that verged on the miraculous.

During breaks on the job or even as they worked together, through shared meals, drinks and interludes of post-coital bliss they talked almost nonstop. Books, movies, music and other popular culture they discussed, as well as comparing their experiences with college, former jobs and lovers, and even what it was like to grow up knowing you were hot and the object of almost universal desire. Even the potential third-rail fields of politics and religion were charted. In nearly every case the ladies found a wondrous confluence of opinion, seldom disagreeing with each other and then only mildly. Thrilled by this compatibility of viewpoints and finding not the slightest clash of personalities so far – as well as emphatically confirming the identically kinky proclivities they’d first recognized in each other – Sara and Shanna passed quickly from infatuation and s****l attraction to falling deeply in love with each other. And of course this process was fed immeasurably by the constant physical component of their relationship.

Their second night together was more rewarding in some ways than the first. With no stop at the bar this time they had all evening together, and no need of alcohol to ease them into bed. Sara lit a number of candles, put some lively music on, and they quickly stripped. After the obligatory sucking and fondling of each other’s breasts, Sara strapped a hard c**k (a slightly bigger one this time) securely about her wildly eager lover. Then she titillated Shanna and stoked her dominant s****l tendencies by going on her knees before her and humbly providing fellatio. Gazing meekly up at her with a throat-full of p***s, she took the whole thing in and out until those remarkable n*****s looked dangerously hard. Then she backed off gasping.

“Will you do me now, Mistress? Please?”

Her eager passions fired outlandishly by this submissiveness, Shanna leaped into the game with gusto and glee.

“Since you beg me to, I will. I’m going to f**k you until you can’t walk b***h!”

“How do you want me, Mistress? I live only to please you sexually.”

“Get on all fours, you slutty b***h. I’m going to do you doggy style.”

And so she had. And Shanna’s first time wielding the c**k had been immensely pleasurable and exciting for both of them. Whatever the novice lacked in expertise she made up for with enthusiasm, fiercely pounding Sara’s p***y to a number of orgasms while slapping her ass and keeping up a constant stream of degrading orders and comments.

“Coming again already, little b***h? I’m not surprised. You’re as addicted to my prick as a nymphomaniac w***e is. Being brutally f****d by your rightful superior is your whole purpose in life. So take it b***h – take my raping prick and beg me for more.”

Of course despite her eager zeal Shanna had yet to build up the requisite muscles for truly endless f*****g and exhausted herself after perhaps an hour. At that point Sara returned the favor for her. Then it was Shanna kneeling, sucking, and begging for brutality, and Sara obliged her by contemptuously slapping those magnificent t**s cherry-red and then introducing her to the particularly degrading pile-driver position.

Swapping the c**k and roles easily back and forth like this, the ladies indulged their taste for kinky s*x and cemented in their carnal compatibility beyond any doubt. Of course it was the older, bigger, and vastly more experienced Sara who was truly the dominant partner at first, and she made this known unmistakably later. Hours after they’d collapsed exhausted in sleep, she stealthily rose, slipped the covers from them and moved between Shanna’s already spread legs. Sleeping blissfully worn out on her belly, the younger girl suddenly woke to find herself being crushed into the mattress and taken violently from behind. Yet rather than protest at this she climaxed almost at once, and then came again when Sara manacled her wrists with one fist and grunted the indisputable truth in her ear as she thrust brutishly into her.

“You’re mine, girl! This p***y is mine, now and forever more!”

Of course this dynamic didn’t exist outside the bedroom despite the fact that Shanna cooked breakfast for them the following morning as promised. Sara remained perfectly willing to turn over the dominant role whenever Shanna wanted to assume it – which was ever more often. Also of course their s*x was often merely sweetly loving, romantically charged or spur-of-the-moment impulsive with no kinky element at all. They simply loved making love as much as they did each other, delighting in Shanna’s belated introduction to lesbianism.

In addition to learning how to f**k with a c**k, she was also quick to take to performing c*********s. Tentative and uncertain at first, she soon showed an innate aptitude and burgeoning craving for eating p***y. Of course as a woman she knew exactly what worked best, and it wasn’t long before she had Sara writhing and thrashing, pressing her head into her crotch and coming in her face just as she had on that first night herself. Finally, two weeks into their relationship and with their work pairing to end the next day (Shanna was now considered a full member of the staff and fit to work without supervision) they took a pair of momentous steps.

Though it was already slick and sticky from extended use, Sara lubed her big c**k up with KY jelly. Lying flushed from f*****g with her legs spread wide and her big breasts heaving, Shanna’s eyes immediately took on a familiar enthusiastic shine.

“What are you doing that for, Mistress?” she asked with a faux-demure little quiver.

“Someday you and I are going to take turns f*****g a helpless man in the ass. If not little Tommy, then some equally deserving sissy, but first we have to practice on each other. Have you ever been f****d in the butt before?”

“Are you kidding? I’d never let a man do that to me.”

“I haven’t either. Nor have I ever done it to someone else, but I’m going to do it to you right now. And then you’re going to do it to me. I think we’ll find that as far as excitingly sadistic s*x goes, nothing can beat this. Now roll over, get up on your hands and knees and present your little asshole to me. Mistress demands it, and she won’t take no for an answer.”

Without the slightest protest – indeed with a shameless eagerness – Shanna did as she was instructed. And when Sara first forced her way into her she squealed with pain and yet pushed back against her, begging for deeper penetration.

“Ow! Ah yes, Mistress, take my little ass cherry! Make me your b***h utterly! Make me your pig, your dog, your slave, your w***e! Make me take it all and beg you for more!”

Sara obliged, marveling at the sight of that thick c**k disappearing into such a tiny opening. Shanna squealed again, squirming in place and yet bowing her back to raise her ass to be taken even more forcefully. Absolutely loving that incredibly tight resistance Sara gathered up that thick, shiny black hair fanned across her ass-slave’s shoulders. Then she used it to yank her head cruelly backward. Holding tightly to this tether she began pumping, butt-f*****g Shanna as she screamed and writhed and even wept but still kept bumping back eagerly against her.

“Make it hurt, make it brutal; punish me with your big prick Mistress! I’ve been such a naughty little b***h that I deserve the worst that you can possibly do to me!”

Soon Sara was hammering her ass as violently as she ever had her p***y. Glorying and reveling in the unmatched dominance in this act, she began to fantasize that it was perverted little Tommy she was corn-holing, then any number of asshole orderlies and finally Dr. Wycombe, the most notorious of the s****l harassers that worked on their floor. For nearly half an hour she buggered her ecstatically weeping lover, imagining it was someone far more deserving and infinitely less willing, until she finally came so hard she was left gasping and trembling herself. Then despite serious qualms she turned over the p***s and the mantle of dominance to Shanna so the gorgeous mistress could take her own anal virginity.