Unleashed: Roshana Gets Popular
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Chapter 9: Nurse Helps
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 9: Nurse Helps - Roshana convinces Polana to film with her today, little do either of them know how perverse the day will become. Slow build.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Teenagers Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Reluctant School Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Black Female Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Big Breasts Doctor/Nurse Public Sex Small Breasts Slow
Hel slammed the door. The six people made the room feel small, especially with a large massage table, covered in white paper, that ran the length of the left wall, cabinets, with medical supplies, which lined the wall in front of us, and a small desk, with a rolling stool, against the right wall. A stand with health brochures sat to the right of the door, and an old wooden chair rested to the left of the door. A decent-sized room, but with six people in it, would make the expected fight awkward.
Roy’s erection bobbed as he stepped closer to Hel. I would put money on her winning the fight because, while Roy has raw strength, Hel has brains and brawn, and I would help her in a heartbeat. Roshana twitched in my arms while Lars whimpered beside me. Nurse Anderson overlooked the Hel/Roy fight as he focused on naked Roshana.
“I ain’t doing it, your girlfriend maybe?” Hel said as I laid Roshana on her side on the table. My arms throbbed from the journey, but my mind screamed to hurt someone, someone like Roy, or to fuck someone, like Roy. Fuck, today had fucked me up.
“What the hell happened?” Nurse Anderson asked as he stepped beside me. His breath smelled horrible. I focused on Roshana, more worried about her life than Hel’s need for support, and yet, my nerves jumped and my heart thumped. I needed to release my emotions and let go of the day.
I told him everything. As a medical professional, he must have heard it all before. His penis grew in his pants as I described the branches, then Joshua in her ass.
The noise behind us lowered while I stared at Roshana and talked to Nurse Anderson. I listened for the sound of punches, but instead, blow job sounds filled the room, which shocked me as Hel would never cheat on her boyfriend. Roshana’s hand had no strength as I held it. Her chest barely moved as she lay on the table. The nurse grunted as he checked her pupils, pulse, mouth, breasts, belly, legs, and crotch.
“Dehydrated, mydriasis, oral hemorrhage,” Nurse Anderson mumbled and moved to the wall cabinet to pick out a flashlight. He studied the cuts on her breasts, stomach, legs, and crotch. He lifted her legs and inspected the cuts on her thighs and ass.
“External hemorrhages and lacerations,” Nurse Anderson said to me with disdain in his voice, as if I caused this, which I guess I did, but she wanted it, needed it. He didn’t understand that she needed to do it and asked for it. Besides, what does he know about my needs? He puts band-aids on teenagers, while as a hulk and a dead, they will put me on the front line. I have a life expectancy of twenty-five, so I needed this money.
Nurse Anderson applied a transparent cream to all her cuts before he moved her legs up into the stirrups. Between her legs, he used cream around her vagina and asshole. His index finger moved in and out, more than I would have thought required, as each thrust caused Roshana to squeeze my hand, weak, almost like a normal.
Roy grunted, mumbled something, and left with a bang of the door. Hel stood beside the door with angry eyes, her arms under her breasts. Her massive cleavage spilled out over her pink dress with green apples that covered her shoulders and half of her thighs. She wore knee-high black boots that had white laces from the knees to her ankles. Where Roshana had a superhero appearance, Hel stood like a linebacker, someone who would run over you if you got in her way. I loved her like a sister and wished I could exchange my sister for her.
As Nurse Anderson examined Roshana, he rubbed his penis bulge on the edge of the table, not nearly discreet enough. He spent extra time putting cream on her breasts, nipples, vagina, and asshole.
“How is my goddess?” Lars asked as he joined the nurse and me at the table. Hel guarded the door, ready to hurt someone.
Roshana’s eyes, unfocused and dilated, roamed around the room, while Nurse Anderson flipped her over and put cream on her back. His hands lingered on her ass and between her legs. He flipped her over again, and as he lingered on her breasts, he rubbed his crotch on her hand that had slipped off the table.