I work at the hospital. I've been running stroke patients for imaging for the last couple of months. You do it a few times a day and you really learn the techs that work there.

There's this one tech that I always end up having a really nice chat with. Jake. Flirty. Funny. No ring. Perfect for some hospital play. Well, after a few scans here and there, I've noticed the syringes they use for saline and contrast for the injector. They're about the size of my wrist in diameter. With a perfect taper. For a perfect cunt stretch.

And. My. Whore. Mind. Could. Not. Shut. Up.

Now I was a whore on a mission. I started chatting up Jake every time I was there with more intention. With more forwardness. Until finally on Friday I asked him what time he was off.

"Why are you asking? Got something in mind?"

"I always have something in mind. What time, Jake?" I smiled mischievously and he laughed.

"I close this room down at 6."

"And no one is here?"

"Nope."

"Then I'll see you here at 6," I said as I also wrote my number down on a notepad and stuck it on his screen. He proceeded to laugh even more and then just glared at me and my body for a moment. And I let him.

We wrapped up the exam with the team and very shortly I got a text from Jake. I outright said I was looking for some casual sex. We sorted out recent STD panel swap. And then it was just a matter of time.

I came back down to the dark CT floor after 6 and headed for his usual tech back room by the scanner room. Short and sweet and dirty talk all at once. Laughter. Touching. As I led the way back to the scanner room. I asked him if he could pull out one of those syringes for the injector.

"Fuck, yeah? Are you that dirty?" he asked with an uproarious laughter while unlocking one of the cabinets to get it.

"You don't know the half of it," I said while pulling my scrubs shirt off and hopping onto the CT table. Hard. Cold table. I felt my nipples harden immediately.

He wasted no time unfurling the packaging the syringe came in. I undid my bra as he watched me and tossed the trash on the counter without taking eyes off of me. "I'm gonna fuck you up," he threatened and approached. "Come and find out how fucked up I already am."

He lowered the table. Swiftly pushed me down so I laid on my back, and easily pulled both my panties and my pants to my mid thigh. My nipple in his mouth. Hungry. The strength of his arm pinning my hips down and latching on inside my pussy with his fingers. Wet. Soaked. Moaning quietly but wanting to scream from excitement.

I let my arms wander under his shirt. Scratching him. Longing his body over mine. Until my fingers buried in his thick brown hair and pulled his face to mine, taking him away from my aching nipples. "I want you to work that syringe into my cunt," I said without a blink in my eyes while starting into his. "Oh, you fucking whore, jesus."

Him by the table. Hovering over me. Me naked from the thighs up and shivering and cold and pleased. Not breaking eye contact for a second. He took the syringe to my pussy. And watched my face as he started slowly working the syringe in. I closed my eyes for a second and he took a chance. He slapped me. Really, he just read me like a book. "Don't you fucking dare close your eyes or look away. I want you to look at me as I stretch your cunt with this fucking syringe."

The plastic feeling. Slight scratch inside. Pleasure. Stretch. Pain. Pleasure. Biting lips. Watching him smile, marvel at his work. Telling me what a fucking whore I was for doing this. My wetness completely covering the syringe. And then he started working it in and out, picking up the pace and really starting to fuck me with it. Heavy breathing. Moaning. Trying to keep it quiet enough just in case.

Bliss.

Interruption: "Now fucking hold it there in your cunt and get up." I obeyed. My hand keeping the syringe inside me as I got up. He raised the table. Grabbed me by the arms and bent me over. "Now keep fucking yourself with it. Something tells me you're gonna like my cock in your ass on top of this."

"Oh, ffffuck yes," I groaned out as I began now furiously fucking myself with that syringe. The anticipation of his cock nearly drove me mad. I fucked myself harder and harder. I couldn't tell what he was doing behind me, but I heard it all. Another cupboard opened. A package ripped. A slap on my ass cheek. And another. Cold lube on my asshole, "Spread your legs more, doc." I invited him even more, wiggled my ass as I kept fucking my cunt. He worked a finger into my tight ass just a little. And then two. Stretching me. "Please, please, please," I begged. And then I heard the pants unzip. And then a hard cock tip pressed into my ass.

And then in.

I quivered. I whimpered in pain and pleasure. My legs were giving in. I knew I wouldn't last long. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck was all I could say and think. I worked my pussy faster. He fucked my ass harder. And I went over the edge. He felt me cum over his cock as all my pelvic muscles were contracting and he just kept saying what a good whore I was.

It now all became too much. I took the syringe out and the wet noise was overwhelming and I felt my juice stream down my legs. But he didn't let me move more than that. He then grabbed both my arms and pinned me down hard against the table. I felt my chest squeezed, barely able to breathe from his force over me, "I'm not done with you yet, bitch."

He ripped my ass to pieces with his cock and pounded me until he came inside. With a groan. And then just releasing me and almost pushing me away as I collapsed onto the table, used, proud, satisfied, catching my breath. Him leaking out of my ass. Me leaking out of my cunt.

"My fucking god, you're glorious," he admired me.

And dare I say, there's a lot to admire.