How we deal with stress in the ER

First off I’m a nurse. I got into nursing by default, my mother’s a nurse, so is my sister. Somehow I don’t know how I ended up working in the emergency room. That’s where I met her, the female doctor who ate me. Up till then I didn’t know I would do that. What happened, excuse me for being a bit crude and rude here, what happened is that they brought in this couple of kids who had fallen off a motorcycle. He was really fucked up, real bad. She could be saved, but we had to work at it. The doctor saved her, and I backed her up. Anything, please God, let this girl live.

It was after that moment, after she was stable, after her boyfriend died, that we went back to the rest room (not bathroom, a room for resting on overnight shifts) and she grabbed me and held me down on the small bed and ate me, digging her fingers in me, shooting a finger up my asshole. She ate me until I came in a series of strong orgasms, one after the other. Only then did she pull her finger out of my asshole. Then she slowly lowered her pants and panties, and sat on my face holding me by the hair and rocked one out on my face. I never imagined I would have an open wide pussy in my face, but I did and I stuck my tongue in her vagina and worked my nose up so that I could breathe. She had an orgasm.

Our crew is all female, no one is a lesbian. But in times of stress we lean on each other. And in times like these when you lose a patient and the other one is paraplegic, you grab that woman beside you and you ‘rub out’ a few orgasms. That’s just the way it is, we don’t want men down here, we don’t want men. We have each other.

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