Nurse Carols Adventures at the Sex Clinic
written by:
LadyGrey

Nurse Carol's Adventures at the Sex Clinic

My name is Carol and I used to work as a staff nurse at a large city hospital. The problem is I am a bit of a nympho. Yes, I have to admit I am. I love sex. I just can't get enough. The problem is, it is always getting me into trouble. So I was very pleased when I received a reply to my application for a post at The Jamison Clinic. I had been working as a staff nurse at St. Marks, a large teaching hospital, for the last three years, and I now needed to move on. Well, when I say I needed too, I actually had too. It's not that easy to explain when you're caught in the linen cupboard by Matron with a couple of interns spit roasting you. I had seen the job at the Jamison clinic advertised in the Nursing Times and quickly applied for it.

It was not the first time that my sexual exploits in the hospital had landed me into trouble. So, after that last contravention of the rules, I knew it was time to move on.

I had done some research and discovered that the Jamison seemed to concentrate all their energies on their patient's sexual related problems. I smiled to myself. After three years in general medicine, this could turn out to be an interesting career change, especially for someone like me.

There were five girls at the final interview in front of Mr. Jamison, the owner of the clinic, and two of the medical staff. My interview went very well. The pay and conditions where far in excess of what I was being paid at present and I was pleased when I was informed that I had been selected along with another girl called Kate.

The only thing I needed to do now was to pass a medical test and the job would be mine. Two days later, a letter arrived to tell me that they had arranged an appointment for my medical the following day. I arrived at the clinic with plenty of time to spare and was shown into a plush waiting room. A smiling receptionist brought in a cup of coffee and a plate of biscuits. This certainly wasn't National Health treatment.

I had been there about fifteen minutes when an attractive guy in a white coat introduced himself to me as Dr. John Strang. He sat down beside me and began to take my details. He was very pleasant and I found him very likeable. He told me that if things went well, we would be working together and that I could call him John when we were out of the earshot of patients. When he had finished taking my particulars, he asked me to follow him. He led me through a door into a large well lit examination room. There was another colleague sitting at a desk. Great, I thought to myself. This place is full of attractive guys. John introduced me. Dr. Wilson smiled as he shook my hand.

He explained to me that they would both be involved in my medical examination. One would be taking notes and the other would do the examination. He said he was sorry that there was no nurse available at the moment. I said that it was not a problem as far as I was concerned. Dr. Strang told me to go behind the screen and undress and slip into an examination gown.

I quickly slipped out of my clothes and tied the gown around my body. It was the same as all hospital gowns, not a very elegant item, but it did the job it was required for. It just about covered my nakedness. Dr. Wilson first took my weight and height, then my temperature and blood pressure. With the preliminary tests completed, he then assisted me on to an examination table.

I sat upon the table, and after lifting the gown above my knee, he tested my reflexes and checked my feet. He walked around the table and undid the ties on my gown which left it open at the back. He told me to take deep breathes and I felt the touch of a stethoscope on my bare back. "Everything seems perfect here, John," he said to Dr. Strang, who smiled.

Then he came around the front. I did feel a moment of slight embarrassment as he lowered my gown and exposed my breasts. I was even more embarrassed when I felt my nipples begin to rise to the occasion. Suddenly, I felt Dr. Wilson's hands on my breasts as he gently lifted them to take soundings with his stethoscope. I looked over and saw Dr. Strang watching the proceedings with interest. I did feel slightly uncomfortable, but I was by now getting a little excited by his close scrutiny.

I was now sitting there with the gown resting in my lap, my breasts still totally exposed. I was a little surprised that Dr. Wilson had not replaced my gown after the examination. "I hope you are not feeling too uncomfortable with the examination," he said. I shook my head. "Good," he said. "As you know, we are a sex therapy clinic and if you join us, you might have to help with patient's problems from time to time. This could mean that you could be asked to undress in their presence. How would you feel about that?"

I was a little taken aback by this statement. "I'm not sure," I said. "I thought I was to be taken on as a nurse."

Dr. Wilson smiled, "Yes, you are my dear, but for the salary you will be getting paid here, we will expect a little more from you than what you did for your last employers."

He turned back to me. "If you would lie back on the couch, I would like to continue the examination." I lifted my legs up onto the couch and as I lay back, I made to pull the gown up, but Dr. Wilson stopped me. "You can leave that as it is," he said. "In fact, we may as well remove it altogether to complete the examination." He reached over and pulled the gown off me leaving me totally naked. I lay there feeling the excitement, knowing that my body was now completely exposed to the two attractive doctors. They were looking down with interest at my naked body.

"You are a very attractive young woman," Doctor Wilson said. "I do hope you decide to join us." I looked up to see that Dr. Strange had now also approached the table. He reached out and ran his hand slowly along my thigh.

"Yes, I agree with you there. She will be a great asset to the clinic".

I lay there trembling slightly wondering just what I had let myself in for. Here I was, lying naked on an examination table while the two doctors began to intimately examine me. Dr. Strang eased my legs apart. I knew my pussy would now be exposed to them. I don't know why I did not object when I felt a finger rub along my cleft easing apart my warm damp pussy lips. I tried to hold back a groan and closed my eyes as I felt fingers slid inside me and began gently tantalizing my clit. "She seems very responsive," I heard one of them say.

Now my tits were also being caressed and my nipples tweaked, at the same time fingers were working in my wet pussy. I groaned and rolled from side to side on the couch. Suddenly, I heard a door open. I opened my eyes and looked across the room to see Mr. Jamison standing in the doorway watching the proceedings. "How are you finding our new recruit?" I heard him inquire.

"She is a very interesting and attractive young lady. I think she could be ideal for our requirements," Dr Strang said. "I think she had some slight reservations at first but I think we have overcome them." With this, he pressed his fingers deep into my wet cunt and I groaned loudly.

Mr. Jamison walked over and stood at the foot of the couch. Dr. Strang withdrew his fingers from me, and I could feel my juices running down my thighs. Mr. Jamison said something to the doctors, which I did not catch, but then I felt myself being eased down until my legs were hanging over the end of the couch. I looked down and watched, unable to believe what I was seeing, as Mr. Jamison slid down the zip of his pants and withdrew a large angry looking cock, already hard and erect. He slowly ran his hand along its length.

He nodded at the two doctors who took hold of my legs and raised them up in the air, presenting to him the full glory of my gaping cunt. Mr. Jamison slid two of his fingers inside me, and then wiped them around his cock. He rubbed the head of his cock up against my cunt lips. God, I was so aroused. Then with a thrust, he was deep inside me. He was soon thrusting deep into my body and I could feel the roughness of his clothing rubbing against the tender skin of my inner thighs. I had several minor orgasms before I felt him cum and pump large amounts of warm sticky fluid into my abused body.

Mr. Jamison pulled out and casually wiped his dripping cock on the white sheet that covered the couch and eased his cock back into his trousers. "Yes, I think we have made a good choice with this young lady," he said, addressing the others. "If either of you two would like to fuck her while she's hot, I'm sure she would be happy to accommodate you." My god, I thought to myself, they are treating me like a whore. I was just thinking about saying something when Dr. Strang whipped out a good nine inches of cock meat and quickly buried it between my gaping thighs.

I lay back, enjoying the sensation. "What the hell," I thought to myself, "what had I to complain about?"

So I just lay there like a horny slag and let the two of them take turns with my body. I have to admit it was a totally enjoyable experience, and I knew by the end of my internal examination that I probably had secured my new job. I must admit that I still felt a little embarrassed as I slid off the couch and felt cum running down my thighs. I picked up my discarded gown and wrapped it around me. Dr. Wilson pointed in the direction of a door. "There's a shower room through there. You can get yourself cleaned up." I picked up my clothes and walked quickly out of the room.

When I had showered, cleaned myself up, and dressed, I returned to the examination room. The two doctors were comparing notes. Dr. Strang smiled as I came in. "It was nice to get to know you so intimately, Carol. It looks as though we are all going to be working together."

Dr. Wilson smiled. "It looks like it's going to be real fun working with a hot little slut like you," he said. I grinned. "Oh, and by the way," he said, "Jamison wants a word with you in his office."

He pointed me in the direction of his office. I knocked on Mr. Jamison's door and a voice called, "enter." Mr. Jamison was seated behind a large desk. He indicated for me to sit down. I sat myself in a chair and crossed my legs as Mr. Jamison scanned through a file. He looked over the file at me. "According to this, you are a bit of a whore, aren't you Carol?" he said. I looked at him sharply. "According to your personnel file, you have six cases of sexual misconduct in the last three years."

I looked at him. "You have my work file?" I asked.

He nodded, smiling. "Yes, I have good friends at St. Marks."

"But you have nothing to worry about," he said, grinning. "If you did not have a record like this, you would have never even have gotten an interview with us." He looked across at me. "As you know, this is a sex therapy clinic and we have to deal with patients with all sorts of sexual problems. Having an attractive and sexually active nurse on our staff can be of great assistance." He looked at me for a moment. I said nothing. I was stunned. Here I was, a well trained and qualified nurse, and I was being employed because of my sexual potential. Mr. Jamison went on to explain. "You, of course, will be well paid for any duties that are outside your normal role as nurse." I couldn't believe he was actually offering me extra money to have sexual relationships with patients. Was I going to be used as a prostitute? I thought for a moment. Then it struck me. Yes, this certainly could turn out to be a very interesting job. I sat and listened with interest to all he had to say and then I had no regrets about signing on the dotted line.

I couldn't wait to work my notice at St. Marks and take some holiday leave I was owed, so that I could leave two weeks earlier than usual. I reported for work at the Jamison on Monday morning. After signing in with the office, I was surprised when I was allocated a room. It wasn't supposed to be a living in post, but as Mr. Jamison explained to me later, it was useful for me if I had to work a late shift, and of course, there were certain advantages for everyone if I had a private room of my own.

I was surprised how comfortable and well fitted out my room was. It was not by any means the usual nursing hall accommodation that I was used to, but more like a better class room in a five star hotel. I got another surprise when I opened the wardrobe and found it contained not only my uniforms but also a selection of rather sexy clothes and underwear. I wondered who this was intended for, the patients or the doctors.

I was just putting some things away when there was a knock on the door,. On opening it, I found a smiling Mr. Jamison standing outside. "Just thought I would pop up and welcome you," he said. I stood aside and let him in. "Is everything OK for you?" he asked. I thanked him and told him I was delighted with my room.

"I have an hour to kill before my next appointment so I thought we could have a little chat about what will be required of you." I smiled.

"I think you have already explained that," I said, with a slight smile.

He grinned. "Well, yes, I have," he said. "So maybe we could spend the time some other way." He reached out and ran his fingers lightly over the mound of my breast, rubbing gently on my nipple, causing it to rise.

I had to admit I was feeling excited at seeing him again, especially as I had not had any sex since the session with the three of them in the examination room. When he saw I made no objection to his advances, he slowly began to unbutton my blouse. I made no movement. I just stood there with a slight smile on my face and let him undress me. I gave him no assistance apart from raising my leg to step out of my skirt. He slipped the clasp of my bra and it fell away from my breasts. He eagerly cupped my tits, flicking my already hard nipples with his thumb.

I was now standing there before him in just my brief panties while he worked on my tits. He lifted them to his lips and sucked my nipples into his mouth, working on them with his tongue. By this time I was groaning with pleasure and beginning to feel extremely hot. He sank down on to his knees in front of me and began to tug on the last item of clothing, the soft white panties, which he slid over my hips. I could feel they were wet and they held for a moment between my thighs before he pulled them away. I felt them fell around my knees and then his face was buried in my cunt, his tongue working along my wet cleft and dipping into the delights beyond.

I was so fucking hot I wanted to cum there and then, but I wanted to prolong the pleasure as long as I could. At last he stopped and I groaned out loud. He looked up at me. "My horny little slut was enjoying that, wasn't she?" he said. I nodded. He slowly got to his feet, "It's your turn. On your knees, slut." I knelt in front of him as he fumbled with his trousers. I pushed his hands out of the way, unclipped his belt, and his trousers fell around his ankles. His cock, already large and erect, was tenting his brightly coloured boxers. I eased down his boxers and his cock sprang out, almost hitting me in the face. I took it in both hands and began to stroke its length. I pressed it against my lips and licked wetly over the end with my tongue. I tasted the slightly salty taste of his juices that were already dripping from the end. Then I wrapped my lips around it and took him deep into my welcoming mouth.

He groaned, clutching on to my head and pressing it tightly up against him, thrusting himself almost down my throat. I gagged momentarily, almost choking on his massive size and length. Then slowly he relaxed and allowed me to work my lips up and down his length, licking and caressing him with my tongue.

He really made me work and he was groaning and gasping and almost ready to cum. I was ready and waiting to feel him pump his juices into my mouth and down my throat, but he had other ideas. I was his slut and he wanted to show me that. At the last moment, he withdrew, and with a cry, he pumped gushes of cum over my face, and in my eyes. It ran in trails down my face and dripped in large white globules onto my tits. He stood back and looked down at me. "Now, you really are my little cum slut," he said with a smile.

I wasn't to be intimidated. I licked the dripping cum from around my lips, and wiped it out of my eyes, and smiled up at him. "I hope there is more where this came from," I said, licking my fingers.

"You want some more?" he asked.

I nodded. "I have a hot cunt down here," I said, rubbing my hand across my wet pussy, and it needs some attention."

He pulled me to my feet, turned me around, and pushed me face down over the back of the sofa. Almost before I realized what was happening, he was spreading my legs, gripping my thighs, and working himself inside me. I cried out and pushed myself up against him, pressing him deep into my wet love tunnel. He paused for a moment, resting deep inside me, and then he began a slow steady rhythm. His hands worked up my body until he could grasp my tits. He pulled on my by now very sensitive nipples, making me cry out. Orgasm after orgasm racked my body until I could stand no more. I cursed him and in very unladylike language I screamed at him to fuck me harder. He obliged. The final orgasm was a thing of beauty and after he had withdrawn, it left me shattered and exhausted, draped like a rag doll over the back of the sofa.

I managed to look up after a few minutes and saw him coming out of the bathroom, dressed again, wiping his hands on a towel. "Get your self cleaned up and get into some of that sexy underwear," he said. "I need you down in my office at 1 P.M.. I have a client who needs our help." He grinned as he left the room.