A nurse in the head physician's office

I'd only been working at the hospital for three months. I was twenty-two years old, a fresh-faced nurse in a white coat that barely covered my bottom when I bent over. Everyone said, "The head doctor is strict, but fair." He was a mature man, about forty-eight, tall, with gray hair at his temples, always wearing a perfectly ironed coat and with such a penetrating gaze that it sent shivers down my spine. I thought he was just a serious boss. Until I saw the way he looked at me when no one else was looking. That evening, the shift dragged on. Everyone had already left, only the light in his office was on. He called me briefly on the intercom: "Kovalyova, come in." His voice was like an order. I adjusted my stockings, straightened my robe, and went. My heart was pounding. The office smelled of coffee and his cologne. He sat at his massive desk, folders spread out, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose. “Lock the door,” he said without even looking up. I obeyed. The lock clicked. He slowly leaned back in his chair and finally looked at me. His gaze was heavy, hungry. — Do you know why I called you? I shook my head, even though I already understood. Over the past few weeks, he'd "accidentally" touched my waist several times as I handed him syringes, and each time, his fingers lingered a little longer. - Come closer. I took a step. He stood up. He was a head taller than me, his shoulders broad beneath his robe. In one movement, he grabbed my chin and forced my face up. — Do you think I don’t see how you wiggle your butt in front of me? How wet you get when I walk past? I opened my mouth to object, but he had already covered my lips with his palm. — Shut up. Today you are not a nurse. Today you are my personal slut. Understand? His tone instantly made my legs heat up. I nodded. He jerked my robe open. The buttons flew off. Underneath were white lace panties and a bra, which he immediately ripped off. My breasts spilled out. He greedily squeezed one, pinching the nipple with his fingers until I screamed. - Quiet, bitch. No one will hear. He pushed me toward the examination table and forced me to lie on my back. My legs parted on their own. He didn't undress completely, only unbuttoned his pants. His enormous penis fell out—heavy, thick, with a swollen head. Much larger than I expected. — Open your mouth. I obediently opened my lips. He immediately plunged into my throat, balls deep. Not gently, not like my ex-boyfriend in college. Hard. I choked, tears streaming down my cheeks, and he held my hair and fucked my mouth as if it were his rightful place. — That's it, young slut... Deeper. Swallow my cock like an obedient nurse. He pulled it out, gave me a few seconds to catch my breath, and then thrust again. Drool ran down his chin onto my chest. I was already dripping so much that my panties were soaked through. He abruptly flipped me over onto my stomach, pulled my robe up to my waist, and ripped off my panties. He slapped my butt with his palm so hard that I squealed. "Quiet!" he barked and spanked her again. "You're mine. From now on, you'll come here after every shift and spread your legs at the first word." He ran his fingers over my wet slit and chuckled: - What a slut. Already ready. Without waiting for an answer, he entered me with one powerful thrust. I moaned at the way he stretched my pussy. He was rough, merciless—slamming his thick cock all the way in, his balls slapping against my ass. The table creaked beneath us. “Ask me to fuck you harder,” he ordered, not slowing down. I couldn't resist anymore: - Please... fuck me harder... I'm your slut... He laughed lowly and began to fuck me even harder. One hand gripped my hair, the other spanked my ass. I came first—sharply, loudly, my whole body trembling, my pussy clenching around his cock. "Without permission?" he growled. "Then there will be punishment." He pulled out his cock, wet with my own juices, and placed it against my ass. I'd never had anal sex without a lot of preparation, but he didn't ask. He simply spat and began to enter. I screamed in pain. He entered all the way and paused, letting me get used to it... for exactly three seconds. Then he began to pound my tight ass, as if he were taking revenge. - That's it... now you're completely mine. I came a second time, simply from the brazen way he used me. He growled, thrust deeper, and filled my ass with fresh sperm. I felt every spurt inside. He held my hips until the sperm drained out completely. I lay there, breathing heavily, in a torn robe, with a red bottom and tears on my face. He buttoned his trousers, straightened his tie and said calmly: — Tomorrow after shift. Same time. And if you're late, I'll make you suck under the table during rounds. Got it, slut? I nodded, unable to say a word. He smiled at the corner of his mouth: - Good girl. And he left the office, leaving me lying in a pool of his and his sperm. I knew I'd come back tomorrow. Because now I belonged to him.