Our department's big-breasted female nurse

Nurses in hospitals generally have a low social status. There's a saying: "The doctor's mouth, the nurse's legs." Nurses usually try to curry favor with doctors, bringing us food during night shifts, buying us breakfast in the morning, etc.—these are minor things. More importantly, doctors determine a nurse's fate. If you don't obey, we can talk to the head nurse, and you'll lose half a month's performance bonus. Failing the performance review means you'll be fired, criticized, and if patients are dissatisfied, you'll also be criticized. Sometimes, a patient who could be resting might require a enemas, a male patient might require catheterization, a feeding tube, etc., taking up half a day of your time. It's manageable during the day when there are many patients, but at night, with many patients, a nurse on night shift just wants to sleep. The protagonist of this story, D, is also a nurse in our department. She started working three years after me. Everyone knows that three years in a department is usually enough to establish yourself. When D started, I already had a high status in the department; I had a very good relationship with the head nurse and the director, and my words generally carried weight. When D first started working, I saw her: Wow, big breasts, a large bottom, tall, fair-skinned and quiet—exactly my type. I was determined to get this woman; proximity makes things easier. So I started my plan, and slowly I discovered the adage: "Big breasts, no brains." Women with big breasts are often clumsy and slow to learn. D had been working for a few months and wasn't picking up the ropes quickly. The head nurse, senior nurses, and other nurses all started talking about it, some even exaggerating and saying she wasn't good enough and should be transferred. That's when I stood up during a meeting. I said, "Everyone has a youthful phase, everyone has times when they don't know anything. Didn't you all go through that?" Later, I suggested she talk to the head nurse and senior nurse privately, expressing her determination to improve her work, and that she visit them during holidays. The matter was resolved, and the girl was very grateful, gradually developing feelings for me. After working long hours, we started to get more relaxed. When there were fewer people around, the girl was quite open, sitting on my lap, touching my waist, and of course, I didn't take advantage of her. One night shift, I was working with a girl. It was already midnight, and the patients didn't have any special situations, so we were getting ready to sleep. I told the girl that we should sleep together that night, and she laughed and said okay. At this point, I got excited and took it seriously. I pulled the girl to our duty room. The girl didn't resist much, and I immediately lifted her white coat. Her 36D was no joke. My head went straight up to her, but unfortunately, I couldn't care less about either side. The girl's breasts were just too big. I was excited, nervous, and mostly thrilled. At this point, I didn't care about anything else and just pulled down the girl's pants. Holy crap: Do you know what I saw? "Mantou B, this is the legendary Mantou B. My brother hit the jackpot! No condom, straight to the point. Really no foreplay, but the girl's genitals were already like a waterfall. The first time was quite short, I ejaculated inside her. Afterwards, we took a shower together, and I had the girl put on a clean white coat. In the treatment room, I had her give me a breast massage (of course, I know that although the girl isn't a virgin, her breasts and vulva are quite pink and tender). Damn, so stimulating! This wasn't just physical enjoyment, but more of a psychological one; the feeling is indescribable. That night we did it five times in total. Our marks were left in the office, the duty room, the bathroom, and the treatment room. The girl finally said, 'Brother, you're too strong.' Only then could I hold her and fall asleep satisfied." From then on, when we worked together, I was in for a treat. This feeling lasted for over a year until I started school. Almost another year has passed, and when I see busty girls in white coats late at night, I think of that girl named D. Girl, how are you? Do you miss me? I always think about your D-cup, your plump buttocks, your soft breasts, the happy nights we spent together, the battlefields we fought on. [The End]

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