Chapter 16 - The Nurse


 If the Morahunt Restoration Clinic were added to any list of hotels when grading them, it surely would have been listed among the most expensive and high class. The name, of course, was meant to hide the fact that there was no real restoration and most of the patients coming to the facility were on their last stretch of life.

 Almost all of the patients coming in were over seventy, though most of them were over eighty and even over ninety. Those staff were highly-trained and specialized in the care of elderly men regardless of their particular needs…

 Every morning when Summer woke up and looked out the window of her bedroom to the misty snow capped peaks in the distance, she could almost forget that she was a nurse that spent her days tending to the care of ultra-wealthy old farts. Compared to the bleak conditions she grew up under, this was magical, the type of stuff she thought could only come out of a Disney movie.

 Though she was less than a month over eighteen, Summer knew the ins and outs of her jobs to the T. Her training went above and beyond what normal nurses would have to know and it required cutting her middle school short so she could attend the years of training. 

 But it was worth it. Now she was making an easy 20k a month, the type of money that would guarantee her lifetime savings before she hit 30 and retired, as most of the girls at Morahunt did. Most were so lucky that they even found a generous benefactor among the old men and inherited millions…

 Maybe that will be me, Summer thought hopefully. 

 The day started off with a lengthy shower as always followed by intense self-care. By the time Summer was all creamed up and perfumed, it was just turning to 5 am. Their old men slept early and woke up early. 

 She went downstairs to the cafeteria where all of the nurses gathered and selected a few of the healthy morsels on display for breakfast. She sat down next to the others and to eat her sushi and peaches.

 Next to her sat French ginger, Alice, and opposite was another American, Deborah. The two were discussing their latest patients.

“He is a pain,” said Alice. “This guy’s file changes every other day. It’s more work than all my other patients.”

“Maybe he likes you,” Deborah suggested, sipping from her coffee.

“Oh, I know he does. He’s a hideous little gremlin that can’t take his hands off of me. Keeps saying I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever met. It’s really boring stuff.” 

 Summer did not feel the need to talk about herself in the same way. With her fluffy golden-pick locks, tiny waist, and huge chest she knew she stood out even among those here. 

 But unlike most of these brats she was given a proper Christian upbringing and knew how to keep from running her mouth constantly. What if gossip spread around that she talked about the patients or herself this way? Alice is begging to be canned.

 Her miniscule waist always attracted the attention of the other nurses that gazed at it both with jealousy and lust. Unlike most here, Summer’s parents knew what they wanted from her as soon as she was born. Her entire life was a preparation for this moment, and the corset her mother made her wear day after day after day, constantly tightening it since she was a small child, gave her a body that few if anyone could ever get naturally. 

 As she bit into her peach with relish, Deborah opposite her put down her second piece of toast with a hand over her stomach. “How can you eat all that stuff? I swear, you’re like a vacuum.”

 Summer tried to keep her smile hidden. “Just keeping healthy.” 

“Yeah, well, keep enjoying yourself,” Alice spat, then added something unintelligible in French. “You’ll see, at thirty you’ll be huge. A fucking whale.”

“If you say so,” said Summer.

“Yes, I do say so. Or rather, science says so. The older you get, the slower your body gets.” 

 Summer knew she was getting to her but showed no signs of the satisfactions she was feeling. Getting under the skin of these two was one of the few highlights of her otherwise unbearable day. “If you say so,” she repeated. 

“Je m'en fous,” Alice whispered in her ear, then got up. Deborah followed. 

 Summer finished up all her food and then stood up as well. As the nurses started moving throughout the facility, the faint echo of their loud heels could be heard throughout. 

 Summer headed up to management to get her file and looked at the names of the day. The first one listed for her 7am wakeup was Mr Johnson, who she hadn’t seen in a couple of days now after his surgery. Her finger skimmed down the page as she read the different details: “Open blouse… no bra… unbuttoned all the way down… sponge bath…” 

 Summer went down to the first floor and strolled down the hallway with her file in hand and her tits heaving under the tight bra. The doors to different rooms were already open and the nurses were hard at work caring for their patients: some fed the old men from their tits while others were on all fours on the bed massaging their balls with their tongues…

 For the most part, Summer was lucky to be spared most indignities in this place. She knew that management targeted some of the girls they saw as replaceable and gave them the worst jobs with the most deranged patients, but Summer was grateful that hers were just the usual perverts and not some crazies.

 She went up to Johnson’s door and gently knocked on it before she opened. It was a spacious room, splendidly furnished, with everything from his own personal bath to a small kitchen. 

 The old man lay on the bed, still deep in sleep, with an oxygen tube connected to his nose. He was so small and frail that he could have passed for a child, though the leathery old face and the gnarled hands with blue-black veins and spotted skin gave his age away. 

 Johnson was ninety-one but still held on to life with unabashed hubris. 

 Summer unbuttoned her top all the way down and slid out of her bra. She readjusted the nurse’s uniform so that it went over her nipples without covering up anything. Putting the file aside by the desk next to the bed, she put her fingers on his chest and gently roused him. “Mr Johnson? Mr Johnson, it’s Summer. It’s time to wake up.” 

 His milky eyes opened and then his lips smacked together a couple of times. With his mouth open, Summer could see the few rotting teeth left and the otherwise bare gums. The guy was a billionaire that could’ve afford the best dentures available, but he wanted everything to be natural. That was even a requirement for the breasts of whatever nurse tended to him, as well as her hair color. 

“Summer…” he said hoarsely as his eyes adjusted, then he grinned. “Oh, Summer…”

 Hello, you rickety old cunt, she thought. But she blushed, averted her gaze, and smiled. “Good morning, Mr Johnson. I’ve missed you. I’ve heard your surgery has gone well.” 

 Johnson unbuttoned his flimsy pyjama shirt and showed her the scar on the right side of his lower torso. “You have to be very gentle with me,” he said.

“I hope I always am.” 

 He smiled with his few remaining teeth. “That’s true that you are. I’ve always told these guys you’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever met. Not just here, but in general. When I’m gone, I’m going to leave a little something for you.”

“I appreciate that, Mr Johnson, but it’s not necessary…” 

 Most girls that came at Morahunt struggled to keep their emotions under control. They weren’t used to the attention of older men, and certainly not used to being treated as objects. Even though it was what they trained for, they were still surprised by how it felt to actually do it and were nothing but a bundle of rage and nerves. The gossip was that one had snapped thirteen years ago and punched one of her patients to death. Nobody knew the truth about it either way.

 But Summer had no such difficulty. She was soft-spoken and gentle by nature, and her anger was nothing more than a mental acknowledgement of the reality of the situation rather than a raw emotional response. Even if she and Johnson were the only people left in the world and there was nothing to gain by treating him well, she would still do it. I was raised a good Christian girl, not like these other hussies, she often thought with pride.  

 Summer took his hand in his and stroked it gently. “Come on, Mr Johnson. Let’s get up.”

“My mouth is so dry… Could you give me a kiss first, my little angel?”

 Summer let her spit fill her mouth and then went in for the kiss. She could feel his dry tongue wiggling against her lips and smacking against hers and then the old lips as they sucked her young tongue into his ancient mouth. At times she could feel the empty gums her tongue was rubbing against but remained firmly in place, kissing him as he desired until the leary tongue slathered in her own drool explored her mouth…

 Johnson let her move away and smiled happily. “Thank you, Summer. That’s the best way to wake up.” 

“My pleasure, sir.”

 Johnson looked up at her with a hungry look. “You’re so beautiful today.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said quietly.

“You know I have to pay a premium to have you to myself first thing in the morning. But it’s all worth it.” 

“Why don’t I get the water ready?” she said with a teasing smile. “Then we can begin.”

“Oh, please! Go ahead.” 

  Johnson turned on the world news as she poured hot water into a bowl and grabbed the three pink sponges left at her disposal. She came back to him at the bed and dipped the sponge into the water. “We’re going to have to take these PJs off first…” 

 Summer carefully unbuttoned his pyjama shirt the rest of the way and slipped it off of him. Then she put the sponge down on his chest and began to rub up and down like a warm caress.

“Ahh, that’s so nice…” said Johnson dreamily. 

 Already, she could see the monster cock throbbing powerfully in his pants. It was already rock hard when she walked in, but now her touch was getting him all excited. Though she hoped they could make that part brief. 

 The old man groaned as the sponge moved across his frail chest and he reached up to brush his fingers over her arm. “Something wrong?” asked Summer.

“No, no, keep going… I’m loving every moment of it…”

 I bet you are, creep, she thought with amusement. 

 The bony fingers stroked her arm and made their way up until they passed along her neckline. “You have such a graceful look and figure, Summer. Like one of those European models.”

“Thank you, sir…” 

 He moved his thumb over her collarbone. “I would have loved to do a painting of you.”

 Summer squeezed the sponge and soaked it again. “Maybe someday. The doctors said you should be back to normal in two to three weeks.” 

“I hope so…” As they spoke, his hand passed down from her collarbone to the hanging breasts. He let the back of his fingers graze along the round shape of her breasts. “I’m sorry,” he said, withdrawing momentarily. “My muscles aren’t what they used to be.”

 You’re sorry, huh? Maybe my muscles will accidentally wring your neck, old man. “Don’t be sorry, sir. It’s all good!” 

 Johnson followed it up by admiring her hair. He started by running a few of her golden locks between his fingers, but once again spent the better part of the time accidentally bumping into her chest. The pale titmeat was barely contained by the uniform anyway, only a few moves away from spilling out into his hands.

 Summer could see his level of arousal rising as he licked his lips and knew he was losing control of his senses. This time his fingers came to her cleavage to move the non-existent strands of hair out of it. “Your hair really is going everywhere!” he said with a laugh.

“It is, it is. The pain of being a girl…” 

 After a few attempts of brushing aside what wasn’t there, he let one of his fingers slip between the hot cleavage. “Oh, I’m so sorry, sweetheart…”

“Don’t worry, Mr Johnson. One of the benefits of old age is that you don’t have to be judged for every little thing. You’ve spent a lifetime proving you’re a man of dignity, restraint, composure, and honor…” 

 His eyes swiveled to her with a bit of suspicion. But then he thought about it and nodded. “That’s true.” 

 Of course it is, thought Summer. You fucks love to hear about how great you were. Right before your bones are ground into dust. Annoying task for me today, urn sitting on the office shelf of your neglected daughter the next day. 

 He began to trace his fingertip along the naked part of her cleavage, leaving it there despite the constant apologies. At one point he moved his entire hand inside of her uniform, feeling the intense heat of her deliciously soft eighteen-year-old breasts. 

 Summer straightened and let him slowly withdraw his hand. She smiled happily. “I think we’re done with the top part.” 

 Johnson moved his fingers over his glistening ribs. “I guess so. Do we do the bottom part next?”

“Yes.” Summer gave him a towel and closed her eyes. “Here, let me take off the pants and tell me when you’re ready.” 

 She pulled the pants from his feet and listened to the rustle of the fabric as they slid all the way off. “Ready,” he said. 

 When she opened her eyes, Summer could see the immense cock shooting from his body like a tower of titanic muscle. Though she had no respect for the man and would’ve shed no tear if he spontaneously burned up right in front of her, she had to admit that the power in that old cock was somewhat daunting. Ninety and he’s still like this?

 Summer blushed intensely and covered her eyes. “Mr Johnson, you forgot the towel…” 

“Oh, my! I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I completely forgot. Ready.” 

 This time he put it on but the towel was too small to fully cover the rockhard shaft as it pulsated with need. Summer grabbed her sponge and took care of his feet, then made her way up until she got to his groin area. 

 The cock was only an inch or two away from touching her now and occasionally brushed against her arm as she tended to his thighs. Johnson pretended to be relaxing with closed eyes, but she could see his fingers pinching the fabric of the towel, slowly tugging it off. 

 When it came off, the naked cock smacked against her arm. “Towel, Mr Johnson,” she said sweetly.

“Oh, yes, sorry…” As he mimicked putting it back on, he kept sliding the shaft against her forearm. In the end he gave up and said, “I think this towel is just too small. That or it doesn’t want to listen to me.” He laughed. “You don’t mind if I leave it like this, do you?”

 Summer shook her head, smiled, radiating pure zen energy and sweetness from her shining gold locks. “Not at all, sir. If it’s not a problem for you, it’s not a problem for me.” 

“Actually you should probably clean that part too. It’s been feeling raw and painted lately.” 

“Which part, exactly?”

 Johnson gave her a toothless grin. “The whole shaft. It just needs a feminine touch to relax.” 

 Summer knew that the real work was beginning as she put her sponge against the shaft and moved it up and down. The cock was so stupidly huge that she soaked another sponge and used both to massage him up and down.

 Johnson arched his back and groaned as his shaft somehow strengthened and got even bigger and harder. “Ah, yes, that’s the stuff, Summer… I’m sorry that I need you to do this.” 

“I’m glad it feels good, sir,” said Summer with a smile. Ugh, this fucking perv better finish fast today. I'm so not in the mood for this. It was almost better when they stopped pretending and just asked for what they wanted. 

“You know, I think that sponge is starting to feel a little rough…” 

“Oh?”

“Do you think you could try doing it without for a bit?” 

 Summer put the sloppy sponges aside and moved her slender fingertips over the veiny old cock. “Of course, sir. Does this feel better?”

“Much better,” he said. “Much, much better….” 

 As she slid her hands around it and brought the monster into her grip, Johnson grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in closer. He once again caressed her arm and made her way towards her young tits. “You’re sweating,” he said, pointing to the rivulets going down between her breasts.

“No, I don’t think so. It’s just the heat and moisture of the water.” 

“You need to move the fabric away otherwise it will chafe you and give you troubles.”

“Oh…” said Summer, pretending to buy his story. Why not just say you want to see my tits, asshole? How dumb do you think I am? 

 Johnson no longer felt the need to justify his actions and just pulled her uniform apart. The immense breasts spilled out and bounced right above his face. They were already unbelievably big for her size, but their added perkiness only made them look more fetching. He pressed fingers one breast from below and let them slide into the yielding young flesh.

“They’re so lovely,” he said. “You should take very good care of them.”

“I do, sir. I try.” 

 The old hand squeezed her breast firmly and then traced his thumb over the silky skin. “They’re so creamy and soft…” 

 Summer blushed again. “Thank you, sir.” 

 His whole attention was so focused on her breasts as he groped them that Summer realized he probably wouldn’t even have noticed if she stopped stroking him. His thumb massaged her nipple until it started to harden and then pinched it hard. 

 Why do you have to do that too? Summer gritted her teeth and kept her smile up. 

 Johnson’s eyes came back to his cock. “Do you think you could do that a little harder? There’s some pressure that’s bothering me.” 

“Of course, sir.” 

 Summer held the monstrously veiny shaft with both hands and stroked with all the force her nimble hands could muster, which was enough to get him groaning. The first squirt of precum bubbled up at the head of his cock and gleamed. 

“Oh, lick that up, please, Summer. I don’t want it to stain me after you’ve just given me a wash…” 

 Obeying his orders like a good girl, Summer lowered her head and licked the precum off with a single clean stroke. Johnson eyed her, looking not only pleased but delirious with arousal. The sweet eyes of the old man he was pretending to be before hardened into those of a lecherous creep.

“I think there’s more coming, Summer. Just put your mouth there and suck until it’s all out…” 

 Summer gulped and nodded gladly. “Yes, sir. I’ll do my best.” 

 As her full lips wrapped around the thick and throbbing head she could feel the taste of him suffuse her mouth. She only stroked for a few more moments until the precum started flowing again, this time thicker and far more pungent than the first watery squirts. It was getting thicker and thicker over time while the dick in her hands was so hard that it felt like heated steel. 

“Lick it so that it all comes out,” he ordered stiffly.

 The excuses were getting ridiculous. Summer licked at the head slavishly, tasting the rancid seed that flowed and seeped into her taste buds. His hands now wrapped themselves in her hair, holding her head so he could exercise complete control. 

“It’s happening, Summer.” 

 Summer let her drool come down over the dick and stroked it even faster, alternating between caressing the head with her tongue and sucking on it so hard that it made the entirety of his withered old husk of a body tremble. 

“Summer, I’m sorry, but you think you need more practice. Let me show you how to do it.”  

 With a powerful lock on her head, he thrust up into her mouth and got his head into her throat. Summer gagged but stood still, blinking away the tears from her eyes. Not only could she feel the veins of his cock flaring and burning up with heat as his blood flowed, but even those on his arms were bulging as he put all his strength into facefucking her. 

 He thrust a second time with relish, getting the dick into her throat properly, then forced her head down his shaft until she was halfway down. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to breathe, but he pinched her nose closed. 

“I’m sorry, honey, but I’m so sensitive to cold air. You have to hold it in a bit. Just try to get it all the way down.” 

 This was the first time he cut her access to air and it took her by surprise. Is this psycho trying to fucking kill me? But it worked to motivate her to open up until she deepthroated the entire thing and came all the way down to kiss the base of his cock.

“That’s the spirit!” croaked Johnson.

 He held her in place for a few moments, then let her come back up. Summer took in air breathlessly and could feel her stretched-out throat even in absence of the cock.

 He only gave her a few seconds until he slammed her back down on his shaft again, lodging his the cock into her throat with indifferent brutality. Ropes of drool shot from her nose but he cut off her air all over again, holding her at his mercy on his cock until the warm tears fell from her eyes and her eyes rolled in her sockets. 

 By the end of it Summer felt completely abused. It was one thing to stretch her throat for him, but the lack of air was making her feel sick. I can’t do it, she thought. I just can’t.

“Sir,” she dared to say, “you need to let me breathe.” 

 Johnson slapped her face so hard that her ear rang. “What do you think you’re saying, Summer? I know what I’m doing here. I know my body better than yours. This is helping.”

 You piece of shit! she thought. But she swallowed the drool and cum coming up her throat and smiled politely. “Yes, sir. Of course. I’m sorry. I went too far.” 

 Johnson sent her back down on his dick again and raped her throat at his leisure, grinding the bulging veins of the ancient shaft along her silky young throat. “That’s okay, I forgive you, Summer. You’ve always been a sweetheart. Plus, I think this is a little too loose to get it all out now...”

 Despite the feigned frailty from before, Johnson stood up from the bed and shifted her so that she was on all fours. He got behind her and lifted up the nurse’s uniform, rubbing his ready cock against her pussy. “Why are you so dry? What, are you broken?”

 Because I hate you. Because you’re a filthy fucking wretch! “I’m a little sick, sir.”  

“That’s all right.” Johnson moved the head up to her tiny little asshole. “I need something tighter anyway.” 

 Summer trembled in response. The muscles of her anus instinctively closed off and kept it shut so tight that all the old man could see was a pink pucker slightly darker than her shimmering white skin.

“I’m really sorry, dear, but I need to feel better. The doctor said to relieve all this pressure or it’s going to give me a heart attack.”

“No, sir…” said Summer between gritted teeth. “Please go ahead.” 

 There was no warm-up or time spent with foreplay. He just ripped right into her sensitive asshole, forcing the whole girth of his monster cock on her weak little butthole till Summer let out a little scream. He fucked her with raw power, relishing the tightness of her ass, snorting like a stallion in heat with every thrust that bounced against her plump ass.

“Fuck, that’s so tight!~” he yelled. “You’re such a tight fucking whore. You don’t mind me saying that, do you, Summer?”

 The pain from her ass was so great she could barely speak. What’s he doing? He’s going to tear me up!!~ “No, sir…” 

 Summer knew her agony was so excruciating that she should’ve spoken up and told him to stop. She wasn’t used to anal. It wasn’t even written on the file for today. But she knew that she would get paid if she reported it, and this was going to inevitably be necessary for her to do sooner or later. I can do it.

 Johnson assfucked her like an animal until she cried and bit down to hold her screams in, all the while answering politely to him and trying not to inconvenience him too much with her suffering. “Yeah!” he cried as he slapped her balls against her pussy and smacked her teenage ass. “That’s so good, Summer. You have such a slutty young asshole. It’s so perfectly tight.” 

 Summer wiped away her tears and tried to regain composure. Though the pain was still there, it was bad enough that her whole ass was just going numb over time. It felt like he just broke it. 

 Johnson was getting close, too, and after pistoning her asshole with a few more thrusts he pulled out and grabbed her hair. “Come here, you bitch!” 

 He shot out every thick rope of seed over her face. Summer was happy that neither he nor anyone else could see the tears anymore. She was embarrassed that she lost it like that. They should’ve trained us for this at school. 

 Johnson groaned and finished squeezing out his whole load over her face. Seeing her plastered, he laughed and got back in bed. “You’re a good little cumslut. Now clean up. Don’t waste my time.” 

 Summer could barely see through one eye but she picked herself up and grabbed the sponges again. She cleaned his cock and balls and made sure they were spotless, then grabbed the sponges and the water and put them aside. Still dripping, she folded her hands before her and politely asked, “Will that be all, sir?”

 Johnson had grabbed the remote and was already paying attention at the stock market report. “What? Can’t you see I’m watching this? Fuck off.” 

 Summer left the room, heels tapping loudly against the floor. She checked her file. Next was Mr Taylor. The fat guy with balls so huge that she could barely fit one in her mouth at a time. 

“Just fourteen more to go for today,” she said to herself happily. 

 As she walked down the hallway to her next patient, she could hear the slapping of flesh and the wet sounds of young throats getting ravaged. 

 In one of them she could see Alice and Deborah together. They were serving an obese lard-ass that couldn’t even stand, so the clinic had to manufacture a custom chair for him. Alice was under it tonguing his ass while Deborah licked the filth from under his rolls of fat. 

 For a moment, Summer felt lucky. She walked in and said, “Good morning, Mr Richards. All going well?” 

 Alice looked up at her hatefully. Deborah ignored her entirely. The old guy laughed, his rolls of fat jiggling all over. “Great, just great. I love Alice. She’s so good with her tongue. Cleans me up no matter what.”

“Alice is a hardworking girl,” said Summer. 
 Richard reached under the chair to stroke her cheek as she remained deeply buried in his asshole. “The best.”
