out.
When
she awoke, she found herself in one of the private offices the doctors used for
telling the patients what was about to happen to them once they were admitted
to the hospital. She could hear voices in the adjacent room and called out for
help.
Doctor
Peterson popped his head around the corner. "Oh, so your back with us are
you? You gave us quite a scare," he said, picking up her wrist to check
her pulse.
"What
happened?" was all she could say.
"It
seems you passed out, my dear, but you seem fine now. Connie told me that
you've been suffering from headaches for three days. Is that true?" he
said.
"Yes,
I have. The painkillers haven't been working."
"Well,
have a rest for a while. If you feel better, go back to work in your own time;
if not I suggest you go home early, drink plenty of fluids, and get some
rest," he then turned and left the room.
Kimberly
had only just noticed that her headache had gone. Getting to her feet, she
walked around the room a bit to check if she was still all right, and then
decided to go back to work. Her first round that evening would be the private
wards. She always enjoyed doing the rounds because she felt she was
contributing to the patient's welfare and because she met some genuinely
interesting people.
Her
first stop was Mr. Clarke who'd had a car accident and might never walk again.
She entered his room to find he was still strapped upside down in a specially
made bed. He'd just had a delicate operation, and had to be kept confined in
this manner so that he couldn't cause any damage to himself, while the healing
process took effect.
"Evening,
Mr. Clarke," she said, after entering the room. "How are you
tonight?"
"I
feel like a bat," he joked.
"Not
to worry, Mr. Clarke. It won't be for long," she reassured him.
I
wonder how well she gives head , he
thought to himself.
"Mr.
Clarke, you don't have to insult me like that," she replied.
"Insult
you? I didn't say a word," replied Mr. Clarke.
Kimberly
wanted to check this out so she got down on her knees to look up at Mr. Clarke
and asked bluntly, "Did you just think 'I wonder how well she gives
head ."
Mr.
Clarke looked embarrassed, but nodded his head in agreement. Kimberly started
to get excited about this. Looking up at Mr. Clarke, she asked if he would
concentrate on thinking something about her without letting her know what it
was. At first, Mr. Clarke looked puzzled, but went along with it.
I
wish you would give me head , he
thought.
"You
just wished I would give you head," she blurted out.
"Yes,
but how did you know?" came an astonished reply.
"I
don't know, but it's the third time today I have heard someone's
thoughts," she looked thoughtfully at Mr. Clarke.
"I'm
going to give you your request," she said, pulling herself under the bed.
Pulling
the covers to one side, her only other obstacle being the pajama bottoms he was
wearing. She could see the bulge starting to appear.
"Well,
we know this still works," she said, pulling them down past his now
throbbing cock.
Kneeling
up, she let the cock enter her mouth and started to suck the end. Gently at
first, then faster and taking more down her throat.
"Oh
yes! That feels so good! Oh...yes...oh, God I'm going to cum!" said a
deliriously happy Mr. Clarke.
He
came in her mouth, which is just what she intended. She sucked him dry and then
covering him back up she went about her business as if nothing had happened. As
she left the room, Mr. Clarke thanked her.
On
her way to the next patient, she couldn't help but wonder why she was hearing
people's thoughts. It was then that she realized the only time she'd heard a
thought was when it directly concerned her. She had to test this out somehow. How
should I do it? She thought.
Then
she had an idea. Walking briskly to the coffee lounge and finding several
nurses talking together she went in, walked over to the coffee machine then
deliberately stared at several people.
'What's
she staring at?'
'She's
got one hell of a
When
she awoke, she found herself in one of the private offices the doctors used for
telling the patients what was about to happen to them once they were admitted
to the hospital. She could hear voices in the adjacent room and called out for
help.
Doctor
Peterson popped his head around the corner. "Oh, so your back with us are
you? You gave us quite a scare," he said, picking up her wrist to check
her pulse.
"What
happened?" was all she could say.
"It
seems you passed out, my dear, but you seem fine now. Connie told me that
you've been suffering from headaches for three days. Is that true?" he
said.
"Yes,
I have. The painkillers haven't been working."
"Well,
have a rest for a while. If you feel better, go back to work in your own time;
if not I suggest you go home early, drink plenty of fluids, and get some
rest," he then turned and left the room.
Kimberly
had only just noticed that her headache had gone. Getting to her feet, she
walked around the room a bit to check if she was still all right, and then
decided to go back to work. Her first round that evening would be the private
wards. She always enjoyed doing the rounds because she felt she was
contributing to the patient's welfare and because she met some genuinely
interesting people.
Her
first stop was Mr. Clarke who'd had a car accident and might never walk again.
She entered his room to find he was still strapped upside down in a specially
made bed. He'd just had a delicate operation, and had to be kept confined in
this manner so that he couldn't cause any damage to himself, while the healing
process took effect.
"Evening,
Mr. Clarke," she said, after entering the room. "How are you
tonight?"
"I
feel like a bat," he joked.
"Not
to worry, Mr. Clarke. It won't be for long," she reassured him.
I
wonder how well she gives head , he
thought to himself.
"Mr.
Clarke, you don't have to insult me like that," she replied.
"Insult
you? I didn't say a word," replied Mr. Clarke.
Kimberly
wanted to check this out so she got down on her knees to look up at Mr. Clarke
and asked bluntly, "Did you just think 'I wonder how well she gives
head ."
Mr.
Clarke looked embarrassed, but nodded his head in agreement. Kimberly started
to get excited about this. Looking up at Mr. Clarke, she asked if he would
concentrate on thinking something about her without letting her know what it
was. At first, Mr. Clarke looked puzzled, but went along with it.
I
wish you would give me head , he
thought.
"You
just wished I would give you head," she blurted out.
"Yes,
but how did you know?" came an astonished reply.
"I
don't know, but it's the third time today I have heard someone's
thoughts," she looked thoughtfully at Mr. Clarke.
"I'm
going to give you your request," she said, pulling herself under the bed.
Pulling
the covers to one side, her only other obstacle being the pajama bottoms he was
wearing. She could see the bulge starting to appear.
"Well,
we know this still works," she said, pulling them down past his now
throbbing cock.
Kneeling
up, she let the cock enter her mouth and started to suck the end. Gently at
first, then faster and taking more down her throat.
"Oh
yes! That feels so good! Oh...yes...oh, God I'm going to cum!" said a
deliriously happy Mr. Clarke.
He
came in her mouth, which is just what she intended. She sucked him dry and then
covering him back up she went about her business as if nothing had happened. As
she left the room, Mr. Clarke thanked her.
On
her way to the next patient, she couldn't help but wonder why she was hearing
people's thoughts. It was then that she realized the only time she'd heard a
thought was when it directly concerned her. She had to test this out somehow. How
should I do it? She thought.
Then
she had an idea. Walking briskly to the coffee lounge and finding several
nurses talking together she went in, walked over to the coffee machine then
deliberately stared at several people.
'What's
she staring at?'
'She's
got one hell of a
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