TABOO TALES(erotica)

The nurse stopped the bed as she noticed his pain, then left the room. Andre’s eyes flicked to the man in the bed across from him. He was likely in his sixties, and he was grinning back at him.

“Sponge bath is best part!” the man chuckled in a thick Slavic accent.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Andre frowned. He didn’t want a bath from the nurse. He glanced to the doorway where she was returning with a small rolling cart. She stopped it next to his bed and pulled the privacy curtain around them.

“No…” Andre moaned as his bruises protested being moved.

The nurse gave him a small sympathetic glance, then proceeded with her preparations. “Mr. Marin, your sister will pick you up this morning, and you don’t want her to smell you in this state. The bath will be quick, and you will smell much better and feel refreshed once it’s done.”

She didn’t wait for his reply as she began. He squirmed as she touched him, but he picked up on her clinical and impersonal technique. She moved quickly and efficiently down his body.

She tried to be gentle over his bruises, but the pain almost overwhelmed him. His mind dragged him unwillingly into memories of Gloria’s abuse and how he’d had to just endure it. She made him feel helpless. The nurse was making her way down his torso, getting closer to his groin, and he closed his eyes tight as the terrible memories returned. Involuntarily, he began to stiffen, and the throbbing sent additional spikes of pain through his head. He was so confused and humiliated.

The nurse glanced up in surprise at his face as she heard him moan softly. His jaw was clenched tight in pain. She rinsed her cloth once more, as she was determined to finish quickly. She pulled his sheet down to work from his waist down and froze as she saw he was painfully erect.

In her thirteen years of being a nurse, this certainly wasn’t the first time a patient had become excited during a bath. But this time, she could tell he was suffering from her gentle touches to his bruised side. Normally, that would have overwhelmed any excitement the patient might feel, killing any chance of them having an erection. This patient was very stiff and very big.

Without a conscious decision to do so, she gently cleaned his cock and balls with her cloth. He gasped as this triggered his release. She caught his cum in the fabric, and when he was done, she looked up to see if he’d enjoyed it.

Instead, she saw he’d turned his face away in shame.

Suddenly, the nurse felt horrible about what she’d done. She didn’t know why she’d done it. She’d never done it before.

Quickly straightening up his gown and the sheet, she opened the curtain. Glancing back at Andre in guilt, she saw a tear roll down his cheek. She barely contained her gasp as she stiffly marched from the room with her cart, avoiding the eyes of the other patients.

She was suddenly feeling very ill at what she’d just done and walked to the nurse’s station to let them know she was taking the rest of the day off. Reaching the locker room, she stuffed the cum soiled wash cloth into her backpack. Shouldering it, she rushed out of the hospital.

She had some thinking to do.

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Back in the ward, Andre listened to hear if the nurse who’d fled was coming back. When she didn’t, he did his best to try to forget it ever happened. His skin crawled, and he desperately wanted a shower to clean her touch from his skin.

As he moved, his injuries throbbed, and he realized the nurse had forgotten to bring him the pain meds.

His mind’s internal dialog screamed at him that he deserved this and wasn’t worthy of Cassandra.

He closed his eyes and prayed she would come to get him soon. He didn’t like this place.

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Cassandra was struggling with her rage as she rode the bus to the hospital. Her piece of shit bank manager had given her a hard time about taking the sick day. He’d kept her on the phone, asking her how she would make up the time she was stealing from the bank. She was proud that she’d been able to keep her voice steady as she listed off the times when he and others at the branch had extended their lunch period, arrived late, or not at all. At the same time, she was always on time or slightly early, took only the allotted hour for lunch, and had never missed a day. In the end, he grudgingly allowed her this one favor, and she’d had to thank him for it.

She didn’t have much longer to go in her course, and the moment she graduated, she would apply for a better position to escape that toxic environment.

The hospital was coming up, so she pulled the cord to request a stop, then exited the bus just steps from the front door. She made her way inside and walked to the nurse’s station she’d visited the day before. A doctor was speaking with the nurses behind the counter and glanced at her.

“Hello, I’m Cassandra Marin. I’m here to pick up my brother Andre,” she said politely.