Working at the General Hospital
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Chapter 3
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 3 - They sent me to the general hospital. To get there, I had to take the first subway of the day, at six in the morning. When I arrived, I was completely lost because the cleaning staff move around in the underground corridors, and since they all look the same, it's easy to lose your sense of direction. After wandering around for a while, I bumped into Saul, a Black guy who explained how to get from one ward to another, as well as how the company worked.
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The Pharmacy - The Preparation
Anmar got the keys. Not just to the pharmacy, but to the controlled substance storage room. He was the only one with access, thanks to his night maintenance job.
“Morphine,” Saul said, showing me a small, liquid, innocent-looking ampoule. “For the pain. To relax you. So you can open up like never before.”
We were in the hospital pharmacy, among shelves of medications, the smell of alcohol and medical plastic permeating the air. It was midnight. The hospital slept above us.
“Are you sure?” I asked, even though I already knew I didn’t care.
“Not sure,” Saul smiled. “But effective. A small dose. Just so you feel less and enjoy more.”
Anmar prepared the injection. Not in my arm. In my buttock, through my panties, a quick prick that sent heat through my body in seconds.
“Ten minutes,” Saul said, caressing my ass where the needle had entered. And you will be completely mine.
The Effect The morphine hit like a wave. I didn’t fall asleep, as I feared. On the contrary. I woke up. Every nerve ending became hypersensitive yet distant, every sensation intense yet manageable, every pain transformed into pleasure before reaching my brain.
Saul undressed me slowly. The hospital bib fell to the floor. Underneath, only the thin nightgown, the lace panties, the body that no longer felt fear.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “I want to see how you touch yourself when you feel no limits.”
I obeyed. My fingers found my clitoris, swollen, sensitive, and the pleasure was immediate, blinding, an explosion that would normally have taken minutes to arrive.
“Fuck,” I moaned, arching my back, my hands moving on their own. Damn, I’m so sensible...
“Exactly,” Saul murmured, turning to Anmar and Kofi, who were waiting in the shadows. “Now you can handle all three of us. Now you can handle anything.”
The Real Triple Penetration They placed me on the medication dispensing table, on my back, my legs raised and secured by leather straps Anmar had “borrowed” from the hospital.
Saul went first. But not in my pussy. Not in my ass. He wanted something more.
“The throat,” he ordered, and Kofi tilted my head back until I hung over the edge of the table, my throat perfectly aligned. “Relaxed by the morphine. Open. Ready.”
Saul positioned himself over my face, his cock—black, huge, erect—brushing against my lips.
“Swallow,” he said, and pushed.
It went in. Deep. Without resistance. The morphine had completely relaxed my throat, eliminating the gag reflex, allowing his glans to slide down my esophagus as if it were a conduit designed for him. I felt his cock inside my chest, massaging me from within, creating a fullness I didn’t know existed.
“He’s in,” Saul announced, marveling. “All the way in. I can feel his lungs.”