From laurraca@aol.com Sun Apr 27 05:36:54 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: FORCED TO MASTURBATE BY MY NURSE (MS story)
From: laurraca@aol.com (Laurra CA)
Date: 27 Apr 1997 09:36:54 GMT
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Well  Mr.rubrduck, Sir, here's how the story goes.

I was in the hospital for observation and physical therapy for a muscle
condition I have. My doctor decided to hospitalize me for tests and
observation.
As I also had 2 separate orthopedic injuries as well, I would have tests
in the morning and physical therapy in the afternoon. I was in there a
total of 25 days.

I got to know one nurse quite well. Her name was Darbie. Well, Nurse
Darbie to you. She was a very commanding type person, as most nurses are.
She was my "primary care nurse"  who coordinated all my activities at the
hospital. She was the one who checked me in. She was the one who made sure
my condition & vital signs, or vitals (temperature, pulse, respiration,
and sometimes blood pressure, BP) were done and charted. All progress or
lack of was duly noted. By the end of the first week we got to know each
other so well, that when she came in on her day off to pick up her pay
check and oversee some prescriptions , that she stopped in to visit. I was
flattered. But I also thought it odd that a professional person would get
that personally involved.

I got to know her and found that she had  undergone a divorce a year ago
and was still living alone. Refusing to  pick up the first man that came
along for a roomate and bed partner.

"Lois, I want to be happy. Not desperate. I've never lived alone before.
Its freedom. When Im  tired of it, Mr. Right will present himself."

"Thats an uplifting philosophy", I told her.

Then she went on to tell me that her   sister who was younger than her by
15 years, and had lived with her for a couple of months had recently died
in a car
accident. She was only 23 . Just out of nursing school. Passed her RN
licensure exam with flying colors. They worked together here for over a
year. Everyone loved her. Darbie loved taking care of her, bringing her
along in the profession. Having her for a roomate was wonderful after the
divorce.

When she came back to work, first thing she did after report was come to
my room and tell me what would transpire that day. She check my vitals.
Unfortunately, I needed regular enemas from spending so much time in bed
with not enough excercise. And had to have rectal temps done. It was
embarrassing to have my Number One Fan seeing me like this, from an anal
point of view!! HEHE.
But I got over it. Sometimes I felt too sick to care about being
embarrassed.
She started giving me a back rub in the afternoon, between therapy and
dinner, so I could rest up and feel like eating my meal. Then, if she
happened to be near the hospital she would check in about 7 or 8 to see if
I needed anything and look at my chart. She normally works 7-3 shift. 

She told me, "I was offered the position of head nurse, but I dont want to
be a
manager for the hospital.......... or a cost accountant for the patients
insurance companies. I want to do patient care......Thats what I was
trained to do..... When my son is in college in 5 years, I'll be 43, maybe
then I'll take them up on the promotion. But I doubt it. It pays more, but
I really love making sure people get the care they come in here for."   Or
something like that, is how her story goes.

One night she looks at my chart and says, "OOps the evening nurse hasnt
charted for you this shift. I'll check you myself and chart it." Coming
back with an electronic rectal thermometer, she put a plastic sheath on
the probe. And gently turned me on my side.

"Lets have you draw your knees towards your chest. OK, good." She put a
dab of lube on my abused anus and  inserted the probe. As it rested there,
she noted my pulse and respiration rate. My temp was l/2 degree over. So
she told the night nurse to make sure temps were done and charted on time,
I might be heading for a bone infection. If not, I may be elevated from
fatigue. It was also close to my period I told her, and that tends to
raise a temp.

After 10 days I was doing pretty well. She turned me on my tummy one night
and did a back rub. Then covered my back with a sheet, exposed my legs and
rubbed them. Soon I was so drowsy, I didnt need my sleeper (sleeping pill)
She pushed up the gown and finished my massage by rubbing my buttocks
exquisitely. She asked me if my temperature always elevated when my period
was due. I told her it seems like it, as I always feel too warm then.

"Im going to do an oriental massage move, called...... called, oh, I
forget the term for it, but basically its an internal massage. Now take a
few deep breaths and relax your bottom for me Lois. This will help you
relax your back, and may diminish your need for enemas and laxatives. Its
a problem people with MS have, even mild MS like you have. By the way,
internal massage is highly recommended for pregnant women in the last
month of pregnancy. Because their tummy is so big , they cant bend forward
to stretch the spine. So it feels more tired and achy. This is a way to
prevent that problem. Some women like sodomy during this time, and at no
other time ever again! <grin> A deep dark subject, but, true. A penis is
the perfect fit. Much larger than a finger.....wider, longer, so......a
more thorough job. But lots of women dont care for this. Rather taboo. Can
be painful! But not to a kind and experienced man. And also, a good old
fashioned orgasm, vaginal or rectal, is good for tension in the muscles
and back pain,too"

I looked over my shoulder at her to see if she was keeping a straight
face. She was. I was feeling embarrassed. And wondered if she was just
telling me this cuz she thought I had a cute butt. Why she would want to
"molest" me was foreign to me. I realized her recent loss of a husband and
sister could have provoked it. But put this aside feeling because "she's a
professional nurse, let her do her job, I may feel better." Even my
husband told me, "Dont try to second guess the nurse. She knows what to
do. Be good for the nice nurse." <smile>

OK, so I said to myself, this reminds me of when we were kids and we would
play doctor. They were always shoving something up my ass and handling me
all the time.  I chuckled inwardly and tried to relax for her. 

She came back with KY lube, "Never use Vaseline, its too sticky and you
can have pain during penetration. Plus its just down right messy to clean
up.<grin> Am  I being too frank with you?If so Im sorry. You dont have to
have this procedure if you dont feel OK with it."

"No, go ahead and do what I need to have done. Im in here for therapy. I
want to get well.  I hope to be better off when I leave.", I confided to
Nurse Darbie. Not to mention the fact that I hadnt had intercourse with my
husband in a month. I felt quite horny. I just hoped I could disguise an
orgasm if need be!!   No need in further embarrassing myself. As I
recalled I had seen this maneuver in a massage book  my roomate had when I
was single. I couldnt believe it then. I guess I had to now.

She clipped her finger nail so as not to hurt my tender bottom. Washed her
hands. Lubed me up. Her finger circled my dark anal ring and when it
relaxed, she penetrated me. And began a slow thorough massage and touching
of every square millimeter of my rectal passage. I was wondering how deep
she would go, then I saw that her fingers were small, about the same size
as mine. I soon found it a somewhat tittilating. 

"Some people, particularly males, find this will lead them to orgasm. So
if you get to that point, let me know if you need a little rest break. For
whatever reason." Kindly spoken as always.

I felt my low back relax and pain dissolved. I wondered how far she would
go. ("Act decent!" I scolded myself.) I began to sweat a little. My
forehead was dotted with it.

"Are  you OK? Tell me if Im hurting you Dear. I dont note any fissures or
hemorhoids. No bleeding. You seem to be doing just fine.  Ahhh..... thats
my girl. Youre getting drowsy. <professional grin>I want you to act on
that feeling of sleepiness and relax as  never  before. I dont think youll
need a sleeper tonight....." And her soft, yet firmly disciplined voice
trailed off. She said this in the most encouraging of nurse speak..

She started me out on my tummy over a pillow, then turned me on my side in
the temperature taking position. I asked if I could put my knees down a
bit, so I could breathe easier. She said OK.

At times she massaged my low back and buttocks with her free hand. In  the
end, I relaxed and drifted off to sleep before she finished  me. I didnt
wake til the 7 AM rounds and breakfast trays.

Next morning, I speculated further on her interest. THinking that perhaps
I reminded her of her dearly departed sister and that was why she was so
protective and interested in me.  After her shift she visited me again
about 8PM that night after dinner. After she left I felt the exhaustion
from another day of physical therapy. I had some bone inflammations the
doctor was keeping an eye on. So they watched my temperature, for if it
went up, that was a sign my infection was back.
*************************$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$************
After I had been in the hospital 18 days, my surgeon and Nurse Darbie
noted that I had made excellent gains in my health status. My chart's
progress notes formed the basis of this opinion. I was so happy. Perhaps I
could slow my deteriorating health.

It was early in the day, I had just had some kind of lab test. Darbie
hugged me good morning and hit me with, "Roll over". She examined me and
asked  how I felt.

"You'll be going home soon. I'll miss you! But I'll be calling you at home
for follow up info on how youre doing. "<grin> Her hair was just like
Barbra Streisand. 

"I may even make a visit if necessary for assessment of your needs and for
treatments," her brown eyes twinkled. Gosh, she didnt usually use that red
lipstick in the wards, but it certainly looked good on her full mouth. Did
she look more like Barbra Streisand or my  "big sister" Lainey? Her
curvaceous bust barely stayed beneath that uniform. The attractive
cleaveage showed when she leaned forward with her stethoscope .
Occasionally I had chest pain.

Her demeanor, and even her face reminded me a little of Streisand. I have
all her albums. God I love that voice! I sing and Ive won several Karaoke
contests at the local pub and  county fairs. That is, when my vocal cords
arent strained. Then they hurt too much to sing. Swallowing something
bulky like a crusty piece of bread sometimes makes that feel better, or a
muscle relaxant.
Its the MS...... Ive had it since I was 23, I came down with a fever and
was in bed  a week. Afterward, I was never the same,  weak and tired all
the time. My emotional health was frail too, I was either manic and hyper,
or tired and depressed and felt like jumping off a bridge. My eyes burned
with fatigue . But somehow I taught myself how to keep working at my job, 
to push and persevere. To save steps. How to work faster & smarter. My
doctor gave me some mood elevators and I began to put an end to a lot of
the pain and fatigue and emotional problems................. Well so much
for disease descriptions! ! ! !       :-)

I worked as a nurse for awhile  in a general hospital, and later in a
convalesant hospital, and had cared for patients with MS.   My star
patient, Ethel Moss used to call my name as she said it rolled so easily
off her tongue. So, without lots of expensive MRI's etc, I figured out
what my Dx  (diagnosis) was long before my doctors did. I had so many
doctors. When I married and had my kids I never returned to full time
work. I did volunteering for the  Cancer Society and MS fund raisers,
working part time (paid) for friends who had family businesses, plus
babysitting  , a weekly ladies group, etc. I pieced together my life all
over again as I started raising my children.

"Any low back pain today or bowel problems?" Darbie's eyebrows elevated.

"Yes, both." I replied, baiting her to see what she would do with it.

In she came with a tray of lube, exam gloves, anesthetic ointment for my
anus afterwards, etc, etc. 

"Turn back on your side Darling." She nearly whispered, but
encouragingly.!

"Darling?", I thought. Hmmmmmmm. Sounds like she took the bait.

She circled my anus again as before. Then slowly penetrated me. This time
she worked as though desperate to achieve some sort of result.

"Remember if you feel discomfort, such as pain, or even <voice lowered>,
like you might be approaching an orgasm, let me know and I'll stop if you
wish."

I thought, "Not today Honey, Im getting that BIG O. I earned it, I need
it, I want it, Im gonna have it. Today, right here and now, any way I can,
with you or without you. Im gonna have a muscle spasm in a place that will
feel  good!"<grin>

She worked hard at it, instead of relaxing though, I did the opposite,
heightening of sexual awareness and straining backwards against her
ramroding finger. Today I believe she used a finger cot or latex glove, as
there was a lot more friction.
My mouth was salivating and my pussy was lubricating. I felt impending
orgasm.
But couldnt quite get there. I got on all fours and fucked her finger as
she stood beside and behind me.

"Youre doing well, enjoying this arent you?" She whispered in my ear. She
pulled
the curtains more secure around my bed in my private room and locked the
door.

"Roll over on your tummy  so I have better access for your
therapy.<serious look>

I did as I was told. She  started to stimulate me and then she pulled out
of my butt and gave me another directive.

"Put your hand under yourself, right where your panties would go."

Done.

"Put your hand down over your pubis. And put your fingers inside your
labia, your pussy lips. Do you understand?"

"Like this?" I asked, not understanding at first. 

"Put your fingers on your clit like you do at home and play with yourself,
make yourself feel good." She guided authoritatively. Debauchery in the
making.

"Here?"

"Yes here."

"Now?" I said in disbelief.

"Yes now. Right here and right now. Go ahead. You have my permission. You
need release. Make yourself feel good. Its a medical necessity." She
instructed quite seriously and pompously.

Then it dawned on me, I neednt act so innocently. I may as well drop all
pretense and go along with her. When would I ever get a situation like
this again to see how far she would go? After all I was leaving  in a few
days. Finally.

Then I began swishing my clit button between my index and my "fuck you"
finger.
My other hand pinched  my left nipple. She noted that and smiled dotingly.

"Come on, you can do better than that, make yourself come. Can you?"

"I need help. My hands are getting tired and starting to hurt." 

She took her bare  finger and inserted it in my already slick rectum,
twisting turning plunging like a piston gone mad. GOD DAMN. I hadnt felt
this good in months. I was feeling no pain.

I was excited, my hormones were high (close to my period), and the woman
was sexually stimulating me with a medical procedure. Lucky me. SHe was a
turn on.
In more ways than one.

All of a sudden I moaned and cried out. 

"AAAAAH    AAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, Stop, Im cuming!"

"Come on little girl. Youre doing such a good job. Im pleased."

My eyes brimmed with tears and I cried and shook at the same time, she
turned me on my back and took me in her strong RN arms for a hug.

"Tonight when your husband comes to see you, Im going to lock you two in
here for 1/2 hour. I believe good old fashioned marital therapy would do
you good!

(Headed for Ripleys Believe it or Not)


Laurra CA