3 comments/ 66916 views/ 10 favorites Nurse on the Night Shift Ch. 01 By: BeastMan69 In the rural village, there was but one nurse on duty. Accustomed to quite a few of them, for his usual duties Rajneesh was in an understandably foul mood as the rackety lorry pulled up in front of the small two storied, primary care centre. The old lorry had many years and wheezed, with a dying rattle as the driver turned off the engine. Rajneesh sighed as he got down, his only greeting a wandering cloud of dust that left him, hacking and sneezing. He cursed again as he got into the dingy building. A city bread medical officer, he was in utter contempt of such shanties. Yet the health minister had decreed that every doctor would do a rural posting, and he had no choice but to obey. He walked in so fast that he completely missed the figure seated to the right of the entrance. "Hello doctor," came the cheery, if not slightly accented feminine voice from the near hidden alcove. Rajneesh blinked until his eyes adjusted with the near darkness. "Hello," he replied, still waiting for his night vision to kick in. The figure got up from a seat and rose to meet him, and offered him a handshake. As fine fingers pressed into his hand, Rajneesh was stunned as her face gradually came into focus. He was surprised for two reasons. Nurses in rural areas were rarely forward enough for handshakes with their doctors. Second he had expected some fat matron, who would try to boss him around. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he was wrong on both counts. "I am Manjula sir," said the nurse, as she shook his hand. As she dawned into view, Rajneesh felt an unwarranted, unexpected powerful surge of lust, as he pumped her hand. Manjula was petite, around five feet and three inches. She had sharp features for a village girl, and wore the traditional nursing costume of white saree, and blue blouse. Though she had no make up, her skin was clear and free of blemish. All in all she was a normal girl, but something about her set Rajneesh's loins on fire. "He...hello Manjula, I am Dr. Rajneesh," he managed. He was a little cross with himself for letting this demure village nurse get the better of him. "Where is the doctor's room?" he said, a tad more haughtily than he felt. "This way sir," she replied. If she felt slighted, her tone and posture revealed nothing. As he followed her, his eyes strayed to her open back. Again he was surprised to see, smooth clear skin. Her hips swayed rhythmically and hypnotically as they led the way. "This is your room sir," she said, opening the door with an elegant flourish of her hand. For the first time he noticed, the simple but beautiful glass bangles that adorned her hand. He stopped at the door, as she hurried inside, and began busying herself with arranging the bed, cot pillows and work table. Rajneesh was silent as he observed the busybody at work. He was able to glean more information about her body as she moved around. She was slightly bony, but had a nice round ass. She moved with grace and poise, and in another life she would have made an excellent dancer. He was disappointed when he saw a mangal-sutra(marriage necklace) dangle from her long neck. This in conjunction with the bangles indicated she was recently married. "There sir, all done," said Manjula. "Thanks sister," said Rajneesh, as that was the affectation that doctors used for nurses. "Can I get you some food doctor?" "Yes that would be nice." As she continued showing him around, Rajneesh relaxed in her company. She had a calm, confident manner which he liked. She was also amiable and quite chatty. She had an arranged marriage with a local farmer, just two months ago. She had been taught her nursing skills by the prior nurse who had moved on to greener pastures. As night descended upon them like a skillful thief, Rajneesh yawned, and realized how tired he was. "Please take rest doctor," said Manjula, "tomorrow will be a busy day." Nodding, he retired to bed. Weary as she was his thoughts were still encumbered by the pleasant nurse, whom he would be partnered with for a while. The next day was busy as, a backlog of patients, descended upon the small under equipped health centre. But with Manjula's help they were seen to excellently. Rajneesh again marveled at her extraordinary cheerfulness and innate ability to withstand all forms of stress. As the days rolled by, the two got quite comfortable together. Rajneesh also got to hear tidbits of village gossip from the patients. Being a small community everyone knew everything about everyone. He had borne all her mundane gossip about the other villagers, but desperately wanted more information, on his new nurse's personal life. But through shrewd questioning, he was able to gather information quickly. Her father's accumulating debts had forced Manjula to marry the man. Though he and Manjula had become easy with words, he never questioned her about her private life. She was spritely enough that he wondered if she had problems at all. One day Manjula approached him in a rather unnatural manner. He could she was nervous from the get-go. She wrung her hand constantly, and her eyes shifted furtively. "Manjula is something wrong?" asked Rajneesh. He had instantly picked up the tensed shoulders, as he had taken to observing her a lot. "Sir, I would like to talk to you personally, if you don't mind." Rajneesh felt a secretive thrill at her sudden formal tone. He could not explain why. But not wanting to show how eager he was, he replied casually – "Why all this formality Manjula? Please feel free to ask me anything." "Sir, its personal sir...I...I...would like to talk in private," she said hesitantly, still looking around as though there were secret eavesdroppers hidden in the nightly shadows. Rajneesh felt his curiosity and excitement rise, another notch. "Where do you want to discuss this, Manjula?" "In...in your room sir, if you don't object sir." Rajneesh did not object. He wanted nothing more to be confined with this nurse, in the small contained space that was his room. "Of course sister, please," he said rising up, and walked towards his room. He pushed open the door and ushered in the nurse. He sat on the bed, and nodded, indicating her to seat herself. There was nowhere to sit but on the bed, next to him. Manjula hesitated but, sat herself next to the doctor on the small narrow cot, their shoulders touching. Rajneesh felt a small prick of pleasure. He turned his face to her intentionally, so that they were closer still. "What is so important that we have to do it this secretly?" asked Rajneesh with a small smile. "Sir..." she began, uncertainly, "my sister is unable to conceive, but through no fault of her own." "Oh?" said Rajneesh, with a hint of mischief. "So whose fault is it.?" Manjula blushed, as she considered her answer. "My brother sir, he ...he..." "Say no more Manjula, I understand. I could refer them to a good gynecologist. In-vitro fertilization works wonders these days and..." "Sorry to interrupt sir but they don't have that kind of money." "I see. So what do you suggest?" At this Manjula's face drained of all color. She opened her mouth, thought better of it and closed her mouth again. Rajneesh could sense that she was breathing faster. Slyly, Rajneesh placed a concerned hand on her bare back. His skin tingled at that first contact, his loins also reacting in a similar direction. "Please go on sister, you can tell me." "I...I...er..." "Manjula," said Rajneesh, softly, placing his hands on her cheek and turning her face towards him, "you can tell me anything." She seemed to gather her courage, and blurted out what she wanted. "Please sir, I want you to impregnate my sister." Rajneesh reeled as if Manjula has slapped him. "WHAT!" he roared. Manjula flinched, at his outrage. Tears started forming in her eyes, and she started sobbing. Through the haze of his anger, the carnal aspects of Rajneesh's mind began formulating a plan. He was a man who thought with his cock and he could see how this unbelievable situation could be modified to his advantage. He had just been asked to impregnate another mans wife, that too by the very woman he wanted to impregnate. That Manjula was daring enough to do this meant she was not as simple as she seemed. He gathered her into his arms, and gently patted her on the back. "It's ok sister. It took guts to ask something like this. For that I admire, you and your resolve. Let me consider this." Still not sure what to think, she replied – "Th...thank you sir." *********************** So it was that one night, after painstaking preparations, Manjula managed to bring her sister to the clinic. Dr. Rajneesh had needed some persuasion but had acceded to Manjula's request. Rajneesh had planned this out in advance. His pretences and doubts, his vague misapprehensions about the entire affair; were all carefully acted out to lull Manjula into a false sense of trust. After all if he had agreed to the fucking immediately, Manjula might have become suspicious as to his intentions. She now thought that the good doctor was sacrificing his integrity to help her. She had watched as her sister Meena, and the doctor chatted quietly. They had got in touch the past couple of months. Meena had liked the doctor, and he did not seem averse to her. Meena was a reasonably pretty girl, a bit plump, but curvaceous where it most counted. She was banking on this very curvaceousness for the doctor's enticement. Meena, knew the desperate nature of her situation and had needed little compelling. Fucking the doctor was better than say, complete disownment. "Um, sir, would you prefer the bedroom?" asked Manjula some what shyly. "No Manjula, it's too small. My room will suffice. After all I have examined Meena there many times." said Rajneesh, smiling at Meena, who blushed, like a bride, as she was ushered in. "Manjula," whispered the doctor, when they were alone. "Please be just outside, this is a dangerous situation, and I need you around. My very name depends on it." "Sir you are a very nice man sir! Please rest easy sir, though I am a bit uncomfortable as well, I will be right here." Rajneesh smirked as he went inside. 'Nice man" indeed! Manjula waited outside, twiddling her fingers. She could not believe that she had actually done this. But Meena plight had got to her. It was in her nature to help, and this was the only way she could. There was a faint rustle of clothing from inside the room and then a familiar creaking, as Meena settled down on the examination table. A few moments passed, and there was no sound from within. Manjula frowned. Though her experience with sex was extremely primitive and limited, she knew that there should be some noise. But all was quiet. "Manjula," came the doctor's voice, somewhat hesitant, "ah, can you come in here please." Something had gone wrong already. Heart thudding against her chest, she went in. Meena was naked and spread-eagled on the metallic table, her legs in stirrup, looking glum. Rajneesh stood at the rear end, naked as well. Manjula immediately shielded her eyes with her hands. "Doctor is something amiss?" "This is somewhat embarrassing Manjula, I...it seems I can't get it quite up." "Sir..." said Manjula doubtfully. "I...I might require a little help." Her hands dropped from her eyes, and Rajneesh was satisfied to see the shocked look on her usually calm face. Keeping her eyes firmly rooted on the doctors face (as she did not want to see him naked), Manjula considered. Perhaps the doctor just wanted a little assurance from her that everything would be okay; that no severe ramifications would come of this secretive event. "What do you want sir?" asked Manjula uncertainty implicit in her question. "Uh, um, er...can you just touch me here?" he pointed at the lower parts of his body. Manjula stared aghast, horror and disgust writ in varying degrees on her features. "Can Meena not do the same, sir?" she replied, gathering her courage. "She could, but um..." he beckoned her closer. Extremely weary, and with nerves on edge she sauntered forth, cautiously. "Meena is not exciting me at all," confided Rajneesh, when Manjula was within ear-shot distance." "I can't sir, you know I cant I am married!" "So is Meena!" hissed Rajneesh, flicking his head in the direction of the prone woman on the table. "But she has a nice body sir, her breasts..." "It's not just the body, but also the mind." said Rajneesh, cutting her off. "I have no mental connection with her at all. But I trust you Manjula. That's why I even agreed to this." Manjula pondered upon the stupendous nature of this conversation. Rajneesh could see that she was doing some serious thinking. It was time to pull out his cards, before she wised up. "Every second you waste Manjula, some one could walk in here. This is a hospital after all. We could all be in serious trouble." That seemed to get to her. Good. "For gods sake Manjula I am just asking you to touch me not fuck me!" Manjula jumped at his stern tone of voice. "Please sister, help doctor." The two turned simultaneously, as Meena spoke. Manjula had forgotten her existence for a few moments, rather overburdened with her own problems. Guilt took over a minute later. Shakily she put out her hand, and reached out in the general direction of the doctors genitalia. Rajneesh closed his eyes and waited for the touch that he knew would definitely come. The sudden soft caress of her fingertips, on his cock had him tingling. He moaned softly as her fingers brushed him again. If the doctors eyes were open he would have seen, the fantastic mixture of clarity and confusion on his nurse's face. She knew now that he was not lying. That he had genuinely needed her for his arousal. She was confused because of the mixed signals she was receiving from her own body. "Please Manjula, more," begged Rajneesh. She felt the cock twitch in her hand, and watched in fascination, as it elongated. "A little lower sister," said the doctor. As her half-hearted hands stroked his scrotum, Rajneesh realized he was getting too excited too fast. If he achieved a complete erection, he had no doubts that Manjula would vanish. He needed to space himself out. "I...I am okay, now," he said opening his eyes. He was a little disappointed to see the relief that washed over the nurse. As Manjula was about to beat a hasty exit, Rajneesh beseeched her to stay within reach and she grudgingly acquiesced. Manjula maintained a safe distance from the table. Rajneesh moved his semi-hardened cock, in-between Meena thighs. He put on an admirable display, of dramatic struggle, trying to squeeze himself into Meena's vagina. After a few moments he stood panting for theatrical effect. As Manjula stood in the corner, watching the doctor struggling to push his faltering erection into her sister's body, she allowed herself a thrill of guilty pleasure. A part of her had come to terms with an ugly truth - the doctor needed her for his constant arousal. A naked Meena did not do squat to the doctors testosterone levels. The second she had moved away he had begun to weaken. This unique power she possessed over her doctor made her feel like the dominant player in the unfolding scene. Never did she suspect that she was merely a pawn for satisfying the doctor's sexual needs. When she saw Rajneesh slowly turning towards her, she felt a faint ripple in between her thighs. He turned his face to Manjula and shook his head sadly. Then he beckoned to her. Manjula moved cautiously towards her doctor, lest her haste be misconstrued as inappropriate desire. But as she reached for him, he shrugged and shook his head. Manjula was surprised at her own disappointment at his refusal. Rajneesh's cock was the only other cock she had ever seen other than her husbands. Suffice it to say she felt a pang of perverse fascination, towards the bigger, broader version of her husband's member. Earlier when she had felt the cock grow harder and heavier on her hand, her body had confused her, as disgust had turned to desire, and wariness to want. Now she had almost jumped at the second chance to grasp that cock. "It seems sister I need you close by to achieve and maintain an erection," agreed Rajneesh, with a defeated sigh, that in the theatre would have been applaudable. "But I am afraid that will no longer be enough sister, as you can see I am unable to get hard enough to fuck with just fingering alone." Manjula was stymied as to what this entitled. But regardless, she felt her body tense with excitement. "Come on doctor what you want me to do now?" asked Manjula in what she hoped was an acceptably defiant and exasperated tone. Rajneesh let unfettered regret paint his features, as he said – "This may be too much to ask sister, but can you ah, that is, er... expose a bit of yourself?" Manjula felt a flutter in her belly that had nothing to do with nerves. "What?!!" "Please Manjula, it's for the sake of your sister." Fondling the doctor was one thing, but now she was being asked to expose her body and that too before Meena. Manjula felt a bead of sweat form on her forehead. For the first time she was regretting the entire incident. "SISTER...!" screamed Meena, "please just do whatever he asks, for crying out loud. Just do it!" The desperation and anger in Meena's voice prodded her into action. Her shaky hands fastened on her saree and skirt, fumbling with the material. Rajneesh watched her struggle with herself and was simply enjoying watching the farce unfold. He saw Manjula's shaky hands lift up the hem of her saree and skirt revealing smooth brown leg. Surprisingly her legs were clean shaven – an unusual compliment for a village girl. "A little higher sister," said Rajneesh in an encouraging tone. Manjula's unsteady hands pulled up the skirt further, just a little below her modesty. "Please come closer sister, I can't see you clearly." replied Rajneesh almost stifling a laugh. He could see her grit her teeth, as she trundled forth awkwardly, holding her exposed right leg. "All right sister that's good, now lift up the other leg also." As soon as she had done as asked, Manjula had kept her face lowered, staring at the floor. She could not bring herself to look at her doctor. The shame and embarrassment was quite simply too much. She was close enough to him now, that Rajneesh could see her pubic hair. If she lifted a little more he could see her glorious treasure. A jolt of electricity passed through his cock at the thought, unbidden. It was still too early. "Nice, very nice," said Rajneesh as if he was a porn director examining his lush goods. "You starting to make me quite hard Manjula," he looked over at Meena, and beamed. "A little more and I should be good to go." "Thank you doctor." said Meena, the relief blatantly visible on her perspiring features. "A little more...sir?" said Manjula bewildered. The fear and doubt, lust and confusion were no longer hidden in Manjula's expression and posture. Rajneesh took a sip of her pain, embarrassment and desire. He knew he was confusing the shit out of his nurse. She was now unsure as to his intentions – did he want to humiliate her, fuck her or was this his genuine requirement for a hard-on, to help impregnate Meena? "Yes Manjula," said Rajneesh in the most gentle, duplicitous tone of voice he could muster. "Can you take off your top, if you don't mind?" Again Rajneesh spoke in the voice of a gentleman imploring his lady for help, in a time of dire need. Manjula's jaw dropped open, at the suggestion. Her gaze fell over the supine form of Meena, whose doleful eyes, were ever watching. How would Meena ever forgive her if she would not even do this one thing? Her plight was much worse than Manjula's. Nurse on the Night Shift Ch. 01 "You can turn around, if you feel uncomfortable, Manjula" said the doctor, again in his caring, encouraging voice. Manjula turned around, and took a deep breath to steady herself. Her hands were trembling so hard now, she did not know if she up to the task. Slowly, unsurely, she started unbuttoning her blue nurse's blouse. Rajneesh allowed himself a small moment of relief. He was succeeding in his plan. Manjula was humiliated, and was surrendering herself to him, inch by bodily inch. She did not know it yet but she would soon be under his full control. He could see her body shake and shudder as she went about the business of undressing herself. She finally lifted her arms of removed the blouse. She was wearing a black bra. She turned slowly to face him, but again would not look at him. "The bra also sister," instructed Rajneesh. "No doctor I WONT." Rajneesh was a bit stunned at the new defiance in her tone. He though he had her under his control. He turned to Meena. "It seems Meena that your sister is not completely interested in getting you pregnant. She does not care about you as much as she pretends too." Harsh anger filled the void in Manjula's soul. This bastard was using Meena to get to her. All the gears clicked in her head. But she had conveniently got her self in to this mess. There was no retreat for her now. "Manjula, please...Manjula just this one. No one will have to know." Said Meena her voice breaking as she realized the price Manjula was paying for her sake. "Shall I help you sister?" asked Rajneesh amicably, taking a step towards her. Manjula's out flung hand stopped him short. He saw that she was breathing hard. Cold rage glittered from her face and eyes. If one could sit like a spectator insides Manjula's mind, one would have been torn apart by the emotions that warred there. There was anger at being so cruelly manipulated. But desire reared itself again and again, hard waves crashing against the shores of anger. She was hurt and humiliated, but that was not enough to squash her curiosity and the faint stirrings of electric lust. Rajneesh saw her struggling with her bra, and then slowly (too slowly by far for Rajneesh), the visual impediment to Manjula's bosom, dropped quietly to the floor. The doctor had always wondered how she looked underneath that blouse. She was a petite woman no doubt, but Rajneesh had always found her to be extremely sexy. The moment's stretched out so long that Rajneesh almost strode forward again. But finally Manjula lowered her arms to her sides. Her lovely curves fell forward and Rajneesh gulped in the view greedily with his eyes. Her breasts were, quite out of proportion to her body. She had firm pointy medium sized breasts that kind of thrust outward naturally, emphasizing her brown tipped nipples. Her areolas were large, and her nipples stood out enough, for Rajneesh to suspect that she too was in a confused state of arousal. "Good Manjula," said Rajneesh nodding approvingly, "you have cooperated exceedingly well, as befits your nursing nature. Now if may just ask you to..." There was a ripping, tearing sound, and before Rajneesh could blink, she had torn off her saree and skirt, and hurled the floundering mess at him. There he stood too shocked to react, draped in the skirt that had until recently adorned Manjula's privates. He stood like that for a moment, partially blinded by the skirt, but deeply inhaling it's pleasant smells. When he slowly drew away the cloth blinding him momentarily, he drank deep off Manjula's nakedness. He stared at her eyes, and furious as they were, was excited further. His eyes moved down over her lovely face, across the graceful swan like neck, over her trembling shoulders. He watched a shiny bead of sweat tumble its way down in-between her breasts, dropping softly along her belly, and disappearing into her navel. His gaze shifted downwards to the dark and inviting patch between her legs. She had crossed her thighs and so his view of her was rather restricted. She was guarding her private treasure quite closely. She looked so hot and so angry, Rajneesh could barely control himself from taking her than and there. There was nothing better than fucking or humiliating a spit-fire woman. Raw uncontrollable lust descended on him in waves, and he grabbed the table, pulled it toward shim and stabbed Meena in-between her thighs with his cock. Meena moaned, gasping in pain, as the rigid member forced its way into her unprepared cunt. Rajneesh rammed and fucked at Meena, her legs dangling and flailing helplessly from the stirrups. As he fucked away, his eyes focused with such intensity upon Manjula that she felt herself tremble to her core. It was clear to her now that he was not fucking Meena at all but in his mind he was fucking her. Naked as she was she felt his gaze tear through her until there was nothing left. Manjula had never realized that merely standing naked, before a man, who so obviously desired her would be such a fantastic turn-on. As she watched him fuck her sister, she felt warm moisture starting to collect in her vagina. Her clit throbbed, and she could feel her labia parting, all in anticipation of a cock that would never come. She felt her thighs part on their own accord. This was not missed, and she stared in shock as the doctors hungry horny eyes fixated instantly on her dark wet snatch. Oh god how badly she wanted to be fucked! She could not believe it herself. A few moments ago the very thought would have been anathema to her nature. Meena started moaning louder and louder as the thrusts were pummeling her body. The examination table creaked and skirted about as doctor and patient fucked with wild abandon. Just as suddenly as he had started, he stopped pounding, the pitiable Meena, who looked fucked beyond recognition. Her hair was in disarray, her face flushed, her eyes glazed. "Manjula" panted the doctor, "please come here." She found herself instantly obeying. It was as if some force had secretly taken control of her body and her mind. Each step that took her closer to the doctor had her heart pounding and her labia flooding with hot warmth. She stopped a few scant inches from his naked torso. "Please stand behind me Manjula," he pleaded, still gasping for breath. "Sir..." "I am not able to come Manjula, so again I need your help." His cock was still inside Meena, as she strode behind him. Her view of everything in front was blotted out by his broad shoulders. His muscles rippled, and were coated with a fine sheen of sweat; the very smell of him was enough to make her start leaking sexual fluids. "Please stroke me from behind Manjula," said Rajneesh and was shocked by her near absolute obedience. He had definitely expected her to complain yet again. He withdrew a little more cock from Meena's soaking cunt, so as to allow Manjula's small fingers to massage his hardened organ. Truth be told, he had grown a little soft. A blow-job would have been fine at this point of time. But he was quite sure he could not ask the current two naked village girls for this particular favor. "That's not working to well this time around sister. Try to rub your body against mine." Rajneesh started, as he felt a soft warm body against his back-side. Again he was fascinated by the ever shortening reaction time to his 'requests'. He felt ticklish as her pubic hair brushed softly against his anus. Soft breasts with hard tips pressed against his back. Rajneesh gasped audibly as he felt Manjula rub her warm wet pussy in between his ass cheeks. God she was so wet he could feel it! Unbidden, he felt her fingers move in a slow unsure crawl around his chest. Her fingers touched his nipples uncertainly. When he moaned with pure pleasure, she knew she was on the right track. She continued rubbing her body against his, twisting and gyrating, as sensually as she could. When she tweaked his nipples again, she gently slipped one hand between his legs and stroked his anus and perineum. The sound that came from him was more animal than human. That she was pleasuring him this way, without committing to the actual act of sex, was a great victory to her self-respect. Rajneesh was now her sex toy, and she could torture him, as much as pleased. As she hands again brushed his anus, while playing with his nipples, she discovered, that the doctor was getting very, very, excited whenever her fingers made contact with his rectal opening. Slyly she rimmed the tip of the anus with her finger nails, and was answered by a rewarding screech of pleasure. Smiling to her self she inserted her finger into his ass-hole. "Ooooohhhh godddd....Manjula....oh please...I....just...I......" Spurred on by the doctor's positive reaction, Manjula began rotating her already inserted finger. She felt the doctor's anus clench around her finger and winced. "More Manjula more.....ohhhh...oooooh.....god......please....more....." begged Rajneesh, breathless with exhilaration. The doctor was begging her now. Begging! Being at this level of control, had fluids gushing to her vagina, a feat no cock could ever duplicate. The man, Rajneesh was as of this moment sexual putty in her hands. She slid a wet finger out of the tight anus, only to shove it back in, instantaneously. The naked man in front of her jumped. Yes jumped and naked girl in whom his hard meat currently resided yelped as the cock bounced about in her spongy fucked tunnel. "Oh sweet looord Manjula I am going to come....I ......Ah...aaaaa..!" Manjula quietly slipped her left hand underneath Rajneesh's hyper excited balls, and began caressing them in random disjointed circles. Meanwhile, Meena stared, as the man who could hardly get it up, was pounding her with the eager generosity of a teenager. She could only see Manjula hands, but whatever she was doing had the doctor mewling like a kitten. She was surprised and more than a bit jealous of her co-sisters apparent sexual prowess. It hurt her to realize that she was even getting fucked, simply because the doctor had the hots for Manjula, a truth she had foolishly neglected. The doctor's body jerked yet again and his cock thumped painfully against the roof of her vagina. Due to Rajneesh's near incessant motion, the tail end of his spine, brushed and smashed against Manjula's runny vagina. The motion had been painful at first, but now her love-bud had swollen with lustful blood. Whenever she rubbed, caressed or ground her nakedness against the doctor's hard body, her clitoris tingled with electric familiarity, sending a direct jolt of pleasure to her brain. She twisted and gyrated against his buttocks, her pleasure centers vibrating at their fullest capacity. Rajneesh could hear Manjula starting to moan frantically, and was clueless as to how he was pleasuring her. But her wet, soppy pussy constantly rubbing over his ass, scrotum and lower back, was driving him over the edge. And so with a ferocity usually reserved for feral animals, he began fucking the helpless Meena into pulp. He withdrew his cock and then slammed it with such brutality that Meena began to wonder if she was being violated. The rough fucking was getting to Meena as well. Never in her life has she been taken like this. With each penetration of the massive organ she felt herself floating towards her climax. With a sound that was midway between a whine and a moan, Manjula achieved her orgasm, clinging tightly to the doctor's body, her pussy lips quivering in between the doctor's ass cheeks. Her spasming body clutched at him like a crabs claw, and her vagina became much wetter than before. Fluids started leaking readily from her onto the doctors thighs. Rajneesh winced as her nails dug into his chest with each heaving contraction of her body. Her wails of spasmodic pleasure were deafening music to his ears. Watching Manjula reach her orgasm, had Meena's body in a flux. She was hyperventilating and the doctor was pistoning in and out of her like she was a fuck-toy. Her mind warped; as the ecstasy of climax drew nearer and nearer. Manjula having somewhat recovered from her climax coaxed the doctor ever onward. Finally she again, teasingly, inserted her finger into his ass. "Oh god Manjula not that again," he gasped. Ignoring him she started fucking his ass with her finger, simultaneously stroking and fondling his ball sack and perineum. "Unghhhhhho. Ooooooo... ahhhhhhhhh.....uhhhhhhhhh..!" Having a cock inside of a woman was by itself a stimulating experience but the doctor was synchronously having his balls and dick stroked, as well as some anal stimulation. Add to this a sexually heightened woman behind as a piggy-back and you can imagine the result. Meena and Rajneesh exploded with their orgasms almost at the same time. Their screams of pleasure were as if in chorus, as the couple climaxed together. The chorus slowly degenerated into a cacophony of wails and moans of pleasure. Meena could feel the hard cock jerking again and again inside of her, as warm seed flooded into her desiring body. Manjula whose hands were on the doctor's privates could feel the balls and clench and relax alternatively, thoroughly impregnating the desired womb. The sexual trio remained in that very same position for a while, as if no one wanted an end to the scene. Then Manjula's shivering body slid of Rajneesh's broad back, like a wet girl sliding of the mountain, in the monsoon. Her knees shook; as the soles of her feet found the hard floor, and she collapsed into a chair. Rajneesh extricated his softening manhood from Meena, but he had eyes only for the still recovering Manjula, the only remaining fanny in the room that he not yet occupied. Meena perfectly understood his desire, but was content for the moment with the fertilization she had just received. Much later an hour or so before dawn, Rajneesh sat at the doorstep to the clinic, taking in the lovely night breeze, a bottle of local liquor rested on his thighs. Meena had disappeared altogether and had said her goodbye with a sly smile, glancing for a moment at Manjula. Manjula had retreated to her room and told him she would leave early in the morning, with the excuse to her husband that she had a late night 'patient'. As Manjula went to sleep, Rajneesh took to drinking, till the wee hours before the morning. As he took another deep swig of his liquor, he could hear Manjula dressing up in her changing room, getting ready to go back to home and husband.. He felt a fire light up his loins as he imagined her draping that saree around her curvaceous torso. Her nakedness, was known to him now, and such forbidden knowledge, enticed him with a much stronger pull than when he had simply known her clothed. He stumbled slightly as he got up, and charged towards the changing room, with the complete lack of doubt that stems from sufficient alcohol soaking up the brain. He knocked harshly, fists pounding on the door. "I am changing doctor," came Manjula's irritated voice from within. 'That bitch,' thought Rajneesh to himself, as he kicked the flimsy door open. Manjula screamed, as he advanced in a torporus state. She was half-dressed and he smiled as he stumbled towards her, the object of his uncontrollable desire. "Doctor, what are you doing? I am changing," said Manjula, in a shaky voice. She screamed again as Rajneesh grabbed at her saree. But Rajneesh only smiled to himself. He was not worried; there was no one for miles, to hear Manjula's pitiful screams. And he was now armed and armored by his most potent weapon; his sword. He would enjoy poking Manjula with it. Oh he would enjoy himself indeed! Nurse on the Night Shift Ch. 02 As Rajneesh watched Manjula in dishabille, his lust was further ignited. Fueled by an alcoholic stupor, he imagined Manjula's vulpine body as being trapped in a cage of cloth. "Let me free you Manjula," he mumbled, words slurred with drink, as he reached for her yet again. Manjula struggled feebly, as Rajneesh's strong hands, grasped her saree. She felt much like Draupadi had as she was manhandled by Dushasana. "Please doctor,"she panted in her struggle, "you are drunk." " I am drunk on you Manjula," Rajneesh moaned. Using her saree like a rope he pulled her towards him. As she drew closer and closer he could feel everything, about Manjula more acutely, as if his senses had become somehow heightened by her closeness. The sweat of her earlier exertions; on his back, in the examining room, clung to her like a second skin. She had orgasmed, as she had sweated and her pheromones had soaked her skin, carpeting it in a thick layer of lust. Such smells threw Rajneesh into an orgiastic frenzy. He drew her closer yet and pressed his hard erection against the softness of Manjula's feminine body. "Please doctor please, I am married," beseeched Manjula, partly because she really was, but more so she because once again she realized that her body was escaping her minds logical clutches and starting to react on its own. The hard presence of Rajneesh need, pressed tight against her body, was even now slackening the shackles of her marital vows. 'Oh god,' thought Manjula, but the doctors manhood was magnificent! Hard like a rock and firm as the earth! Her mind flashed her images of the monstrous phallus as it had fucked away at Meena, and she had felt a pang of jealousy, that she was not the one being so willfully violated. "I am married doctor," she tried again, "I have a husband," she blurted, though her voice sounded shaky to her ears. "Yes you do," Rajneesh agreed, "but were you thinking of him when you were climaxing on my back like a monkey?". He asked in a conspiratory fashion. "I...I..." stuttered Manjula, at a loss for a clear answer. He drew her closer than, so that her half-naked flesh, crushed tight against him. He placed his palm on the bare softness of her belly. "Aaaaah..." gasped, Manjula as she felt the heat of his touch as opposed to the cold of the night. With his other hand, he gently stroked her hair. "I need you Manjula," he hissed, almost sorrowful in his want. "No doctor, I ..." she began, but he stifled her protest without too much difficulty, by pressing his mouth to her lips. His lips felt soft and warm, and his hands left her belly and encircled her around her waist, fingers interlocking on the skin of her back. He then gently sucked at her lips, planting light kisses, with his eyes closed. He kissed her forehead, her eyes her nose; he kissed away any or all doubts the Manjula should have had. He kissed away again at her lovely lips, beckoning the soul of her desire. "doct... mnhgggh..." mumbled Manjula, losing herself, and could not summon the strength of will required for more ardent protest. Her lips parted unconsciously, allowing his tongue to slither fluidly into her open mouth. Rajneesh's tongue began to explore the new territory. "oooomh..." Manjula was making unintelligible noises, as the tongue in her mouth was stealing her brain. She felt the soft, almost liquidy structure slide against her teeth, and when done, test the limits of the roof of her mouth, and then come to rest of the softness of her own tongue. Almost shyly she sucked, on his tongue, tasting of his salivary juices. "Mmmmm...." Rajneesh moaned as his tongue was being sucked. He drew away then; eyes still closed, and began nibbling on the soft flesh of her neck. "How does it feel Manjula," he croaked, in her ear. "I know you want me as much as I want you. Don't deny it anymore Manju, the pleasure will come much easier." he advised, as he bit hungrily into her. "..........." Manjula could not even reply. Rajneesh's searching hands, found their way into her skirts, and his fingertips trailed the tender skin of her thighs from kneecap to groin. His fingers wandered into her lovely wet thatch, and found intriguing heat being generated in the adjacent vicinity. "God you are so hot Manjula," he groaned, "You deserve much better than your husband." A throaty groan was Manjula's only admonition, as he rested his heavy palm on her sex. Ever so slowly, Rajneesh caressed her vagina, enjoying the feel of her warm, exposed thatch under his fingers. "Ooooooo... doc..tor," voiced Manjula, now able to form words, with some difficulty. He kissed her hard as he inserted his index finger, into her vagina, so her cries or pleasure disappeared into his mouth. But when he began to rub his thumb against her eagerly engorging clitoris, her wails of ecstasy were hard to contain. "wah.....ah......ahhahaahahaaaaaaaa..." her cries echoed throughout the room and the nearby street if there was anyone to bear witness. But there was no one, only the night. Rajneesh felt the time was right, and loosened her skirt-lace; it was easily done as they had been hastily tied, when he had barged into her room. He pulled the cotton garment, down her hips, with some urgency as he was worried she may refuse him again on some fanciful whim. But he needn't have worried, she wiggled her buttocks, and the protector of her modesty was discarded around her ankles. "Manjula you taste so good," he said as he began taking soft bites on the front of her neck and worked his way down to the tops of her breasts. He considered it, and then took bit into the blouse, covering her twin mounds of flesh. "Doctor what are you doing?" she asked, words slurred with lust. "I am tasting you, Manjula" he replied, as he began unbuttoning the front of her blouse. He took a moment then to observe her. Her eyes were half closed and her body was swaying as if in some trance. He pulled the blouse off her torso and completed his task of making her absolutely naked when he unhooked her bra. Her naked mounds were now bare, taut nipples shining against the moonlight invitingly. Rajneesh bent forward eagerly placing his mouth on her hardened nipples and began suckling with soft sucking noises. "Please suck harder, "she begged, enfolding his face into her bosom, "bite harder doctor, oh it feels so good!" she muttered, as Rajneesh increased his pressure obligingly. His hands again found her quivering snatch, and this time slipped his ring and middle finger into her. "Don't do this doctor, not there," she whined, but paradoxically her pulse quickened. He began fingering her pussy, synchronously sucking lascivisiously on one breast than the other. Manjula began twisting and gyrating against the wall, as the twin pleasure centers of her breast and vagina were being stimulated in unison. Rajneesh soon learned the rhythm of her sexual exertions and timed his pleasurings perfectly. "Unghhh...uhhhhh...aaaaaaaaa..." her tongue was hanging at the edge of her mouth, and she began to drool like some insensate catatonic patient. "Let me take you Manjula," cajoled the doctor in between his sexual ministrations, "let me take you to that other place, the one you have always dreamed of in your sleep, the one place your husband could never take you." Her body began shivering as a gush of sexual sensations began to flood her brain, one giant river, receiving tributaries of pleasure from all her womanly parts, as they were being seduced in a chorus. Rajneesh could feel the warm wetness on his fingers as her body began to tense uncontrollably; he further continued his actions, increasing their frequency, with a sense of the utmost urgency. "Aaaaaa...ooooohhhhhhhh....haaaaaaaaaaaaa...ahhhhhhhh..." Manjula began making sounds that women tend to make, only when in the gentle embrace of the most profound sexual reverie. So terrifyingly was she being shown her own sexuality, that she began slamming the back of her head against the wall in an alarming manner. Rajneesh watched her in her near epileptic state, and decided it was time to take it up a notch. He shrugged himself loose of her mad clutches, and became naked himself. He pushed her body with his nakedness until she was cramped against the wall. He began planting a row of kisses from her face, all the way down to that secret treasure between her legs, whose secrets he was beginning to unravel. And he drank deep of her honey-pot, partaking the sweet nectar of her succulent juices. His nose was buried in her and he could smell the intense scent of her sex. "You can't bite me there doctor," moaned a writhing Manjula, as she felt her most private of parts being explored and devoured in a culinary fashion. "Cant I, Manjula?" Rajneesh asked looking up at her from between her legs. "I can do anything I want to your body Manjula." As if to punctuate his point he sank his teeth into her thigh. Manjula bit hard into her lips, as the doctor took bites from her right thigh, then left, and kissed her pussy. "Shit doctor, I can't take it anymore," she groaned, her thighs wrapping tightly around , the doctor's head, as she "climbed" onto his shoulders, using the wall to support her back. Rajneesh did not even realize that her entire weight had shifted onto him, as he was engrossed in making a meal of her pussy. He devoured her fat juicy burger, as if breaking his fast on her privates. As her pussy was being eaten, Manjula started her thrusting her hips forward, fucking the good doctor in his face. Their conjoined bodies attained a certain rhythm as the two began performing in parallel unity. Earlier on when she had experienced her first orgasm, she had learnt how to stimulate her clitoris, and now she repeated the same thing, rubbing her love-bud in the doctor's face. The difference being, the doctor was hard at work on her pussy as well. As their motions, imitated each other perfectly, Manjula started to feel a similar sense of pressure develop in her body, stemming from in-between her thighs. When this pressure started to build up she started brushing her clitoris gently on the doctor's face, mouth and lips, while eagerly thrusting forward with her hips. Rajneesh reacted by licking the warm glistening pussy, as it moved across his face, sucking at the cunt lips, tickling the pleasure centers. "Ah ....ahhhhh....ahhhh.....ahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaa" moaned Manjula so loudly, someone might have mistaken her sounds for those of a woman in labor! "Aaaaaaaaaa..hhhaaaaaaaaa....haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." she continued, her mouth hanging open, her head lolling against the wall. Then just like that the pressure that built up so tightly in her body and mind exploded. Her orgasm crushed her body throwing her into writhing serpentine spasms. "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.." her screams were deafening. Rajneesh watched fascinated as his love-toy's body convulsed on his shoulders. He continues fingering and licking her though his aim was a little off now. But in that heightened state even a simple touch or a caress was enough to set of Manjula's pussy. "Shree....shree...sreeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." began Manjula chanting prayers to some unknown god as a second orgasm ripped through her pleasure-torn body. Warm, colorless, odorless fluid gushed from her vagina, as she squirted a fountain of her lubricant fluids on the amazed doctors face. "Wow," muttered Rajneesh amazed, "I have never seen a squirting orgasm before, except in porn movies." He looked deep into the drenched pussy, as if the answers to hidden mystic sexual secrets could be found there. "Did I pee on you doctor?" asked Manjula, still having difficulty with words. She seemed embarrassed at having let go of her bladder. "You did not pee Manjula," he said wiping his face. "This is your body's natural reaction, to intense sexual stimuli." "I am sorry doctor," she said, sadly. Rajneesh smiled as he placed her back on her feet. He lifted her gently, mounting her body against the wall, placing the backs of her knees on the crook of his arms, pinning her in place. "You don't ever have to be sorry with me Manjula," he said as he kissed her, "I want you to do everything that your body desires." So saying he separated her thighs, which were now resting on his arms and straightened up to his full height. Purposefully, he positioned the tip of his erection, just at the entrance to her sopping wet pussy. "Do you want me Manjula?" he asked softly, as his cock throbbed against her vagina, as if impatiently wanting to sample her womanly riches. Confused thoughts were plaguing Manjula, as she rested there, her back to the wall, her thighs spread out and exposed before her doctor. They were yet to consummate their relationship; in the fullest sense of the term. If she refused him now, she realized, Rajneesh would walk away, at complete contrast with his earlier brutish behavior. He had kissed her with a tenderness reserved for the most enchanted of lovers. She was his and he was hers now. He would also do exactly as she asked of him, and her husband could also be spared the morbid shame of becoming a true cuckold. Perhaps Manjula would have reacted differently if she had not just experienced two mind blowing orgasms in quick succession. Perhaps not. It was difficult to conjecture at that point. "I want you doctor," she hissed softly, lowering herself slowly onto the tip of his erect penis. As she shifted more of her weight on his cock, Rajneesh found more of his tip slipping inside Manjula's body. He gripped her then so that she could not slide more of the cock into herself. "Do you want me to fuck you Manjula?" Rajneesh asked as he prevented further entry of his manhood. "Yes...yes...please doctor, please just fuck me," she cried. "Can I come inside of you Manjula?" asked Rajneesh toying with her and taking his time. Manjula hesitated at so direct a question. "If you allow me to fuck you Manjula, I want you to know that I will come inside you," he said firmly. "It's ok doctor," she said distractedly, struggling to lower herself once again on the elusive manhood. "Please please oh god yes, do whatever you want, just fuck me. Please just fuck me!" she screamed. "I am going to enter you now, Manju," the doctor announced. Manjula threw her neck back, and her body shivered in trepid anticipation. Still Rajneesh waited a long moment, and when he felt she was just about to protest, he stabbed her with the sword of his loins, burying it up to the hilt in her love tunnel. "Aiiiiiiiiiiii....." gasped Manjula, with both surprise and pleasure in equal measures. Rajneesh had a big cock; almost nine inches, and the sudden entrance of such a huge member, completely and in one powerful thrust, had her reeling, testing the limits of her vaginal capabilities. "I am fully inside you Manjula," said Rajneesh, unnecessarily. He held his cock in that position savoring the moment, where he finally owned Manjula. He forced himself to retract his penis, and watched as Manjula's fluids dripped slowly of the tip of cock onto the floor. He again jammed his hard flesh into her, with more force than previously causing her to jump in his arms. Rajneesh was glad that her pussy was so wet and overflowing with juices as there was no way otherwise for him to exercise such ease in complete penetration, particularly in the case of Manjula's under used pussy. He continued fucking her in this fashion, watching her body jerk upwards and backwards against the wall, her legs flailing away behind him. With each thrust, he took his time in withdrawing from the pussy, enjoying the feel of his cock being milked. "Doctor please faster...faster," urged Manjula. Compliantly Rajneesh started reducing the time between his thrusts, pounding away at the woman in his arms. His hands and legs ached with his exertions, but he ignored them and continued jack-hammering Manjula. "Ah ah ah unghhh ungghhh unggggg..." Manjula started making the same sounds and noises as she had earlier; signifying an approach to yet another climax. "I want you to come again Manjula," urged Rajneesh as he fucked away. "Uh....uhhhhhh.aaaaahhhhhh..." Manjula gave answer. "D...d....don't doctor ...I ....I can't....not again." "Of course you can Manjula," Rajneesh panted, "you can experience pleasure as many times as you want." "I...it's...too...much," she wailed. The cock inside of her was slamming her walls with such force; she was beginning to feel the violence of his thrusts. Never before had her vagina been tested thus and she was beginning to feel the effects. Her body had to work twice as hard to contain the massive genitalia. Mistaking her wails for want, Rajneesh started jamming harder, impossibly harder! He could hear the slick 'slap –slap' sounds of cock interacting with cunt and also her body beating against the wall. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...." screamed Manjula and she felt as if her vagina was going to burst. Pain and pleasure are close cousins and when intermingled in manageable amounts, they tend to compliment their effects. As Rajneesh connected with a mighty thrust, abrading Manjula's underused vaginal mucosa, her pain and pleasure centers performed in tandem and a crescendo of electric sensations rushed through her, ripping open her fourth orgasm of the night. "Oh god!" moaned Rajneesh as he felt his cock being milked to the extreme. The spasming cunt in which his cock was currently lodged, had clamped and tightened around him in an almost painful exercise. He managed to just pull out a few inches of his cock before his body refused his instructions and he reached his climax. "My Manjula, oh fuck Manjula oh fuck," he moaned, embracing her body against his in an iron-tight grip. Manjula felt the cock jerk inside of her, as she was squashed against the hard wall. Manjula could feel warm wetness spread inside her as the doctor filled her with his seed. "Please come some more, inside me doctor," she begged, as she realized she was quite enjoying the sensation of having another man than her husband release his load in her body. He clutched her tightly, as he orgasmed, pumping more and more of himself into her, until slowly the shudders and shakes died away. They gasped and panted in each other arms and slowly slid to the floor, Rajneesh's penis growing soft inside her, still in the process of leaking sperm. "Shit doctor that was too good," she managed, "but I hope your seed will not quicken," she added guiltily. "There's medicine for that," answered Rajneesh, "perhaps you can ask a doctor," he added naughtily. They lay there on the floor, a tangle of sweaty arms and legs, watching each other intensely, letting the moonlight bleed all over them. It was a while before the lovers got up, and Rajneesh carried Manjula to his room and tenderly laid her on the bed. It was only two more hours before the days duties would begin, but the new lovers were not worried. They made love a few more times with reckless abandon, experimenting with different positions. But the ending was always the same, with the doctor blowing his happy load into his nurse. Work continued as always, with the two pretending they were doctor and nurse in the morning. But night found them rolling in bed like animals. Manjula especially liked the part where they had to hide their actual relationship.