slutty nurse girlfriend

That morning, having nothing to do, I browsed the internet. I forget which website I visited, but I met a girl named Vivi. I originally intended to ask her height and weight, but she asked me first. When I answered 181cm/75kg, she immediately replied that she was 167cm/50kg.
I said, "You have a great figure!"
She replied, "Likewise
." Perhaps feeling that our heights were compatible, she started chatting with me. She said she had just finished a long night shift. I asked her what shift she was on, and she said she was a nurse at XX Hospital, a very famous and prestigious hospital in Taipei. I heard there were many beautiful nurses there, so I chatted with her even more enthusiastically. Because she rarely went online, she typed slowly and couldn't keep up with my typing speed, which made her a little embarrassed. We were having a great conversation, so she suggested we chat on the phone. This was exactly what I wanted, so I immediately dialed her number.
Me: Hello~
Her: Wow? Your voice is quite nice!
Me: Your voice is nice too
! Her: Hehe~ You're the one with the nicest voice among the three online friends I've talked to on the phone.
Me: Thank you. Have we met online friends?
She: I met one
. Me: What did you think?
She: Not good
. Me: Why?
She: He was shorter than me, and chubby, and looked a bit…dirty. He was so clueless, trying to…try to…me…
Me: What did he want to do with you?
She: He…wanted to sleep with me…Why do you ask so many questions?
Me: I'm just curious online, I always like to ask questions.
She laughed, her voice was quite nice. We chatted for almost two hours. She said she had single eyelids and an oval face. Because she had nice legs, she usually wore miniskirts. Hearing "nice legs," I became interested and asked her to meet up.
She hesitated: Why another meeting…?
I said: It's okay, we'll meet near your dorm. If you don't like it, just don't show up.
She thought for a moment: I just finished a long night shift, and I was really sleepy, but chatting with you has chased away all my sleepiness. Okay, let's meet, but you said you wouldn't show up if I didn't like it.
I said: Are you really going to hide and peek at me first?
She said, "Yeah, the last online friend scared me. If you don't agree, that's fine..."
I said, "Okay."
After hanging up, with a "what's the worst that could happen" attitude, I made some arrangements and took the MRT to the station near her hospital. When I got to the 7-Eleven near her dormitory alley, I saw people coming and going, but I couldn't see a single woman with a delicate face like the one she described. Was she really hiding and spying on me? I lit a cigarette, checked my watch, and thought if she didn't show up in ten minutes, it meant she wasn't satisfied with me, and I'd leave.
After finishing the cigarette, she still hadn't appeared. I wondered if she saw I wasn't satisfied and that's why she wasn't showing up, or if she was just playing me. Right, she must not be as good as she described, and she was afraid of embarrassing herself if we met. The saying "there are no beautiful women on the internet" is still true. Beautiful women are too busy dating to have time to go online. Oh well, I'll just leave... Anyway, I asked her out, so I'll just treat her like she's an ugly duckling.
If I had just stood there, lost in thought, and had left then, not only would the phrase "There are no beautiful women online" have become my motto, but I'm afraid I would have regretted it for the rest of my life.
I had just thrown my cigarette butt into the roadside trash can (I'm quite environmentally conscious) and was about to leave when, subconsciously, I turned back to look at the convenience store one last time, and then something unexpected happened.
A tall woman walked out of the store, her long hair reaching her waist, wearing a white round-neck sweater and a light gray short skirt—really short, about twenty centimeters above the knee. Her entire fair and smooth thigh was almost bare, captivating the eye. Perhaps because of her smooth, white skin, she wasn't wearing stockings on her bare thigh, but her calves were encased in tall black boots, giving her a sexy yet undeniably feminine look.
Speaking of looks, well, she has single eyelids, but not ordinary single eyelids. They're long and slender, with eyes that sparkle like water – what people call phoenix eyes, right? Her eyes are delicate yet alluring. Her nose is sharp and refined, and her lips are somewhat like Anita Mui's, but with a more sensual curve. Paired with a classic oval face, her skin is fair and rosy, making you want to take a bite.
Good heavens, I almost regretted standing at the convenience store entrance. This beautiful woman (truly more beautiful than many TV actresses) is someone I'd rather not see than not have. For a moment, I seemed to have forgotten I was waiting for Vivi. I was wondering if I'd missed her when she walked into the convenience store. This alluring woman smiled at me.
It dawned on me: "You're Vivi?"
She said, "Yes, are you disappointed?"
I shook my head and said, "Oh... I'm more surprised than disappointed..."
As I said this, I completely understood why her first online friend wanted to sleep with her. With her looks, there were probably enough men to fill a train to carry her.
She said, "What's so surprising? Do you think everyone online is ugly?"
I said, "Even if not everyone is ugly, someone like you is a rare breed..."
She said, "Don't flatter me too much. There are plenty of beautiful women these days..."
From this, I understood her confidence.
I said, "With your looks, you must have a lot of patients bothering you at the hospital, right?"
She said, "Patients are okay. Some want it but don't dare. What's annoying are the doctors. They're like flies, you can't shoo them away, you can't avoid them..."
We walked and talked, eventually arriving at a nearby coffee shop. After ordering drinks, I didn't know what to say.
Instead, she boldly looked me up and down, making me feel uncomfortable under her captivating almond-shaped eyes.
She couldn't help but smile slightly: "You haven't asked me a single question."
I said, "What question?"
She said, "Am I satisfied with you...?"
I said, "Oh right, are you... satisfied with me?"
She raised the corner of her mouth, teasingly saying, "Not bad, otherwise I would have waited for you to leave the convenience store before coming out."
I inwardly cursed myself for being so stupid as not to go into the convenience store to check, just standing outside like a dumb bird, deserving to be ridiculed by her.
However, her words did restore a lot of my confidence, and I was able to chat with her more relaxedly. During our conversation, she said she had signed a six-month contract as a special nurse with the hospital, and after these six months, she didn't want to continue.
I asked her how much longer. She said three months left, and then mentioned that she had a boyfriend. My heart sank. I don't know who said it, but if a woman actively mentions her boyfriend in front of you, it means she's not interested in you. But she also said that her boyfriend was in the military, a year younger than her, and sometimes she felt he was too immature.
A few words rekindled my hope, and my spirits lifted. Then I noticed that looking down through the transparent glass tabletop, her beautiful legs were completely visible, especially her left leg crossed over her right. It was impossible not to glance along the curve of her long, snow-white thighs towards her groin, where her alluring triangle was faintly visible, making my heart race and my penis harden again.
She saw my expression; I think she could read my mind.
She said, "You men just want that…" She
really saw right through me.
I said, "It's only a little past ten in the morning, I can't think about it…"
She glanced at me: "Really? If I said right now, 'Let's go to bed,' would you disagree?"
I hadn't expected her to pull this stunt; I couldn't keep up the pretense any longer.
I said, "Oh... are you serious or not?"
She said, "Half true, half false, you decide for yourself..."
As she spoke, she put her left leg down from her right leg, then put her right leg down from her left. In that moment of crossing, I caught a glimpse of her tight panties under her skirt. They were red and transparent, and I could vaguely see a dark patch inside. She must have a lot of pubic hair.
Damn, this girl, she's really good at seducing. She said she's a Virgo, very conservative. I think she's just conservative on the outside, secretly horny on the inside. The doctor at her hospital must masturbate every day.
I saw her staring at me with a half-smile. If I didn't answer, it would be beneath my manly dignity.
I said, "If you dare, I'm not afraid of anything
." She said, "Who's afraid of who, right?"
I froze again: "I..."
She said, "Tell the truth, have you ever slept with someone you met online?"
Even if you've slept with several women online (including virgins), only a fool would tell the truth at this point.
I said, "I'm not afraid of one-night stands, I'm afraid of getting diseases..."
She said, "So, you're very clean?"
I said, "Of course
." She didn't say anything again, and once again looked me up and down with her charming almond-shaped eyes. I looked around aimlessly, my gaze occasionally sweeping over her long, alluring legs. I saw her right leg, crossed over her left, her tall black boots swaying back and forth like a hypnotic pendulum, making me dizzy.
If my penis were three meters long, I could quietly slip it under her skirt from the table, and then quietly slip it into her red panties. If it were hard enough, I could even pierce her red panties and thrust it directly into the alluring hole at the base of her thigh.
As I was lost in these thoughts, she got up. I panicked, afraid that she would leave and I would never see her again, so I quickly stood up.
I said, "Are you leaving?"
She said, "You're not saying anything, what are we doing here?"
I said, "I...I'll go pay the bill."
When I paid the bill, she had already walked outside. Worried she'd disappear by the time I got out, I reluctantly forgot the twenty dollars I had left for a subway ride and hurried out of the cafe. Looking around, I only saw her back as she walked slowly across the pedestrian crossing. It was the first time I'd ever seen her from behind. Her hair was waist-length (I'd never seen a woman with hair that long before; at most, it only reached a few centimeters below her shoulders), and her long, beautiful legs were clad in tall black boots. Looking at her from behind, I realized how beautiful her figure was. Oh, and when we were walking together earlier, her chest seemed quite full; she must have a considerable bust size.
I thought to myself as I walked, not even bothering to overtake her to chatter, until she stopped, turned around, and gave me a flirtatious look. I snapped out of my daze.
She said, "Were you looking at my figure from behind?"
I said, "No, you're just walking too fast, I can't keep up…" (That's utter nonsense; she was clearly walking very slowly.) Ah…
Was she waiting for me?
She smiled calmly: "I just finished my night shift and I'm a little sleepy. I want to go back and rest. Would you like to come to my place
for a while?" Strange? If she's sleepy and wants to go back to rest, why does she want me to "sit" at her place?
Seeing me staring blankly, she seemed a little impatient.
She said, "I won't force you if you don't want to."
I quickly said, "Is it convenient?"
She said, "My roommate works the early shift and doesn't get back until 3 PM..."
I said, "That's fine, that's
fine." Entering what they called the nurses' home, it turned out to be a rather cozy suite. Besides two large beds, there was a desk and a TV, with a small two-seater sofa in front of the TV—it looked quite comfortable. Upon entering, she said I didn't need to take off my shoes. Hearing "no need to take them off," I thought there was probably no hope.
She first turned on the desk lamp, then went to close the window shutters, casually mentioning that because they often sleep during the day, the window shutters are double-layered and opaque. So when she closed the shutters, the room immediately became pitch black, with only the desk lamp as the light source—quite charming. She casually turned on the TV, sat on the sofa, crossed her left leg over her right, and said to me, who was still pondering the meaning of "no need to take it off," "Sit down."
Sit down? How could we sit on this tiny two-seater sofa? It would be like squeezing two dwarfs together.
I said, "Oh, where should I sit?"
I turned my gaze to the bed, hesitating as I tried to walk over to sit down, but she didn't say anything, only shifted her buttocks slightly to the right, indicating that I should squeeze onto the small sofa with her. I sat down tremblingly, feeling the warmth of her buttocks on my right side, and my unworthy penis was almost bursting
through my pants. She squinted at the TV, seemingly really sleepy, and lowered her snow-white, smooth thighs, pressing them even closer to mine.
I couldn't resist, and pretending to casually place my hand on her thigh. It was soft yet elastic, so smooth, truly like creamy jade. Unexpectedly, she then raised her right leg and pressed it against her left thigh, so my precious hand was now sandwiched between her two alluring thighs like a hamburger patty.
My breath almost stopped. My lucky hand felt the warmth emanating from her thighs. Ah, if only my penis were instead my hand! My mind was racing, but my hand, trapped between her beautiful legs, dared not move, afraid that even the slightest tremor would startle her thighs away.
My expression must have looked very strange.
She turned to look at me: What's wrong with you?
I pretended not to notice: Nothing, your legs are beautiful…
She said: Isn't that what men think about…?
I said: That?
She said: How to get a woman into bed, and then… become conjoined twins with her…
I said: Oh, conjoined twins are either head to head or back to back, what's so great about that?
She said: Stop pretending, you are… you want…
I said: Want what? Tell me,
she pouted defiantly: You want your genitals to be connected to… (very quietly) mine…
I didn't expect her to be so direct, was she teasing me? Was she like she said, only having slept with her boyfriend seven or eight times?
She stared at me: Is that right? (Turns her head away) Hmph.
Me: …
She turned to look at me again: You'd better tell the truth, maybe I'll agree?
Faced with such a beautiful woman who is both intelligent and charming, I could only nod in surrender. She smiled slightly, casually turned off the TV with the remote, and slowly leaned her soft upper body against me.
For a moment, the room fell silent. In the dim light of the table lamp, I could hear my own heartbeat—no, hers, thump-thump-thump. She seemed even more nervous than me.
I looked down at the bulge in my crotch; it felt like a rocket about to launch, and if the cover wasn't opened soon, the rocket would explode.
My hand, trapped between her legs, twitched. I felt the muscles in her groin twitch, and her thighs parted. I was annoyed, afraid of startling her beautiful legs away, but unexpectedly, her thighs quickly closed again, clamping my hand even tighter. After her thighs moved, the tip of my middle finger lightly touched the slightly protruding part at the base of her thigh. I knew it was her vulva. At that moment, I went all out. My middle finger, through her red panties, began to mischievously rub the protruding part, then gently pushed against the slightly concave area below. At that moment, she, leaning on my shoulder, suddenly breathed heavily, her warm breath brushing against my ear. My blood vessels felt like they were about to burst. I
felt something wet between my fingers; she was wet. I gently poked her again with my middle finger, and sure enough, a sticky fluid seeped through her panties. I wanted to turn my head to look at her, but she pushed my face away.
She breathed heavily: "Don't look at me."
I couldn't see her face, but I knew it must be flushed. My middle finger suddenly became bold, pulling down her panties and probing into the thick bush. Wow, such lush grass! The pubic area was overflowing, like a raging torrent. My middle finger teased her soft labia, about to enter her alluring opening, when she pressed it down with her hand.
She said, "Don't use your hand, it's unhygienic."
No wonder she's a nurse; she has a certain concept of hygiene.
As she spoke breathlessly, I couldn't resist kissing her slightly parted, sexy lips, my tongue entering her mouth. Her tongue, initially hesitant and shy, became uncontrollable, intertwining with mine. We greedily sucked each other's saliva.
I unzipped my pants, revealing my 17.5 cm long, egg-thick penis, guiding her delicate hand to grasp it.
She exclaimed in surprise, "So big!"
I challenged her, "Aren't you scared?"
She gasped, "Besides my soldier boyfriend's, I've never seen another man's..."
I asked curiously, "Isn't there anything to compare?"
Her eyes were brimming with seductive allure: "But I heard from a friend that the bigger a man's penis, the more comfortable it is."
I definitely had to meet that friend who told her that. By this time, I had already pulled down her red panties, picked her up, and sat her back on the sofa. Her two long, slender, snow-white legs, still encased in tall black boots, had automatically spread open. She had mentioned before that her boyfriend was in the military, and she hadn't had sex for five months. Moreover, her first time was when her boyfriend came out of the training center to entertain the troops, so it had been less than ten times. If what she said was true, then God had truly been kind to me.
As my large glans rubbed against her labia, she was already panting, her face flushed, and her juices flowing freely. I lowered my head and kissed her lips, sucking on her soft, warm tongue. While she was lost in the exchange of saliva, I thrust my lower body forward, inserting my entire large penis all the way in.
She cried out, "Ouch~ Go easy, it hurts..."
At that moment, I felt my penis tightly encircled by a ring of warm, soft flesh. My glans, fully inserted, pressed against her clitoris. Her cervix contracted rapidly, gripping the groove of my glans. My entire penis felt like it was being sucked tightly into her vagina, even more so than the virgin vaginas I'd penetrated before. I couldn't help but think, "You weren't lying, you really don't have much experience, it's so tight!"
Her legs twitched, her hands gripping my shoulders,
she was just panting. Her face was flushed: "Oh~ Go easy..."
I decided she was the repressed type and would make her want me to fuck her tender vagina every day. So I straightened my penis and thrust it hard into her vagina. She started to get a little scared.
She suddenly cried out, "No, I don't want to anymore... I just acted on impulse, I didn't expect to actually do it, take it out, I don't want to... I don't want to... Let me go..."
I ignored her and just kept thrusting hard into her tender hole, which she hadn't experienced much of before. With the intense friction between my penis and her vaginal walls, her vaginal fluid gushed out. Due to the excessive fluid, the soft sounds in the small suite could be heard as the penis thrust in and out of her vagina.
Her eyes were filled with tears, and she began to feel dizzy: "Pull it out, I didn't really want to do it with you... Please pull it out... I don't want to..." (The last "no" was so weak)
She went from strong resistance to weak moans. When my mushroom-sized glans repeatedly struck the flower bud deep inside her uterus, she went from pain to pleasure. Suddenly, her legs trembled uncontrollably as if she were having a cramp, and the tender flesh of her vagina kept writhing and contracting, sucking on my penis.
I knew she was close to climax, so I thrust my large penis even harder into her tender vagina. Suddenly, she gripped my buttocks tightly with both hands and pressed down hard, while her vulva thrust upwards violently. The intense contractions inside her vagina seemed to want to snap my penis in two, or perhaps to merge our genitals into one.
I immediately thrust my thick penis all the way in, feeling the large glans completely penetrate into the uterine lining. The meatus of my penis pressed tightly against her clitoris, grinding against it. Instantly, a surge of hot fluid gushed out from her clitoris, my large penis completely immersed in her hot, thick vaginal fluid.
She cried out: "Ah~ Ah~ You... I can't take it anymore, my scalp is so numb... so numb... Ahh... Is this an orgasm?" Oh...
I was slightly taken aback by her cries. Had she never had an orgasm with her boyfriend before?
If so, how lucky I was! This beautiful woman, her precious virginity was being tasted and enjoyed by me for the first time. This was even more exhilarating than breaking her hymen.
Her face was as radiant as if suddenly coated with rouge, her almond-shaped eyes glistening with moisture, her straight and beautiful nose glistening with sweat, her nostrils twitching, her breath sweet as orchids. The continuous climaxes caused her two long, smooth legs, wrapped around my waist, to tremble and twitch uncontrollably. Her pubic bone pressed tightly against mine, her vagina, gripping my penis tightly, contracted strongly, her cervix biting and sucking at the glans, her rounded clitoris rubbing against my glans, a sensation that filled me with blissful pleasure, making every hair on my body tingle. My vagina was wide open. Having penetrated so many women, I'd never encountered such a beautiful hole. It was amazing!
She cried out, "It's coming again, it's coming again… Hold me, hold me… Ah…"
I held her slightly upturned, elastic buttocks tightly, pressing our joined genitals together as close as possible. At the same time, her hands involuntarily pressed against my buttocks. The intense physiological response caused her protruding vulva to constantly press against the pubic bone at the base of my penis, which was inserted to its hilt. The thick pubic hair rubbed fiercely against my relatively thick pubic hair, causing a dull ache in my pubic bone.
She was now completely immersed, lifting her round-neck shirt and unhooking her bra. Wow, her breasts were so white, at least a 34C, with pinkish-flesh-colored nipples, as if they hadn't been sucked many times. She rubbed her breasts with her hands.
I pulled her hands away from her breasts, opened my mouth, and took her left nipple into my mouth. She groaned loudly. I continued to suck and lick, while my other hand grasped and rubbed her right breast.
She suddenly screamed, "No...no..."
Her vulva sucked at my glans like a baby nursing, and a gush of thick, hot semen sprayed onto my glans again. Her stunningly beautiful legs wrapped tightly around my waist, and her arms held me like an octopus, making it hard for me to breathe.
She gasped, "No, I don't want it anymore...I don't want it anymore..."
Saying no, her lower body continued to thrust, her vagina still devouring my large penis as if it hadn't eaten for three years. I had no choice but to thrust harder into her tender hole. Streams of vaginal fluid gushed out from the base of my penis as I pumped it in and out. I thrust relentlessly for about forty minutes. She was exhausted, experiencing orgasm after orgasm, seven or eight times in a row. Finally, she hugged me tightly, pressed against me, and bit my tongue, saying, "You're too strong...it's so itchy...hurry up."
I said, "What 'hurry up'?"
She said, "It's so itchy inside... move faster... it's coming again, it's coming again... ah~ faster... faster... harder..."
My penis was also being sucked and contracted by her tight vagina, and as if in sync with her, I hugged her buttocks tightly, making our genitals intertwine like conjoined twins.
I said, "Let's go together."
As I said this, her beautiful legs were already wrapped tightly around my waist like vines, and then we kissed passionately, our saliva exchanging, our lower bodies intertwined like octopuses, indistinguishable as whose flesh it was. Her cervix gripped my glans tightly again, and her vaginal fluids sprayed wildly onto my glans. At the same time, my hot semen, like a flash flood, shot into the depths of her flower, merging with her vaginal fluids.
After ejaculating, our bodies remained tightly intertwined, unwilling to separate, until she accidentally slipped off the small sofa and we rolled onto the floor. We couldn't help but laugh at the sudden turn of events, and only then did our genitals reluctantly separate.
Afterwards, she took me to shower, mentioning that she didn't know what was wrong with her today. Normally, no matter how curious she was, she would never let a man she'd just met into her room, because she had roommates. Even her boyfriend, who was in the military, had never been there, let alone... and we'd just... on the sofa...
She blushed and said, "I never expected that on the sofa... I'd let you do it to me...
" I was surprised she'd used the word "do," and she shyly said it was something she'd seen in erotic literature online. In the bathroom, I saw her colleague's black and white panties, both transparent. I thought to myself, her roommate might be even more slutty than her.
When we returned to bed naked, looking at her beautiful figure, her charming oval face, her delicate white skin, especially when those captivating, alluring phoenix eyes squinted at me, my penis became erect again. We had two more intense rounds of lovemaking, and I didn't even want to eat lunch.
Having already ejaculated twice, the battle raged on longer and longer. During the third intense session, before I even climaxed, we both fell into a deep sleep, our limbs intertwined. Around 3:20 PM, her roommate returned from work, the sound of the lock waking us, still our genitals tightly joined. But as her roommate opened the door, she quickly covered us with the blanket.
Her beautiful roommate was startled, but I had to tell her I was her boyfriend. I pretended to be asleep, but I vaguely felt her roommate staring at the bulging blanket, perhaps knowing our lower bodies were still entangled under it.
I could feel her vaginal muscles gripping and sucking my fully inserted penis, as if we were having an affair in front of others—a pleasurable sensation. But then her roommate went into the bathroom, and the sound of running water made us quickly and reluctantly separate our joined genitals. As I dressed, her sexy lips brushed against my ear.
She said, "When I used to have sex with my boyfriend, it never lasted more than ten minutes. I calculated that from the first time you entered me until now, we've had sex three times, almost four hours. The time our genitals have been connected is several times longer than the time I had with my boyfriend. This is truly fate..."
Hearing her sweet and cloying words, I really wanted to take off my pants and have another round, to shoot all my un-ejaculated semen into her flower. She is truly a natural beauty.
Of course, this kind of beauty is irresistible. She became one of my closest sex partners. When she quit her job as a special nurse and invested in a counter with a friend, we still had sex at least five times a week, and sometimes five times a day when we were in the mood. What she liked most was that after the first time, I wouldn't ejaculate during the second time. Instead, we would use a side-lying position to tightly insert my penis into her vagina, our legs intertwined, and sleep until dawn. When we woke up, our genitals would continue their battle. This relationship continued until she went abroad to Europe to study art. But she was coming back in two months. By then...
her boyfriend had long been forgotten. Sigh, aren't soldiers always wearing green hats?

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