This story requires a bit of background. It's going to be in a couple of parts because you, my dear readers, will benefit from hearing the entire thing and situations that changed my life. I will flag back story and main story with some ***. Lets get this thing started.

​***Back story***

September of 2021 I found myself on an emergency nursing contract somewhere out West. My friend Jay and I had coordinated the contract well enough so that we could be in the same location and split the cost of a rent house 50/50. We get to the job, get set up and honestly just chill by the pool when not working.

Jay has been an ICU nurse for about 15 years at this point. I had worked with him in the past and he was always hitting on our female coworkers. He did so in that fun yet suggestive way that could have been received as kidding but with a very real hint of seriousness. He was about as experienced as you could be in regard to our profession. He took all the sickest patients and trained new nurses. The man was calm as a cucumber when all hell broke loose. He was by no means anything for a woman to look at. He's maybe 5' 6", smokes like a chimney, drinks like a fish, blind as bat, has a decent beer belly and is balding.

We would be drinking by the pool and his phone would ding. Jay would read the notification and get this drunken grin on his face before returning to chilling. After about a week and a half of this I asked what was going on with his phone. Mind you we are both about 20 hours from home and know no one. Jay then decides to give me some sage advice that only comes with age and experience.

"Yeah I've got a couple gals from work I'm chatting up. If I just up and leave don't sweat it, I'll be back later."

"We've been here less than two weeks dude. What are you talking about?"

Jay contemplated this question for a moment as he took a drag off of his Marlboro red.

"Look man, I ain't much to look at. I'm aware of this. What I do have though is experience. These young lil nurses get all worked up when I start talking about work stuff. It's like an innate desire they have. They're attracted to power, experience and confidence. They crave the attention I give them. It makes them feel special and they seek out my attention even harder. Hell man, I've got three gals I'm talking to right now. One is having me over tomorrow night."

I sat there baffled. How had I never realized this? I hadn't been a nurse as long as Jay but almost every place I'd worked had treated me like royalty after I proved I knew how to do my job exceptionally well. Looking back, I had actually missed some great opportunities (aside from that time with Grace).

Once again, for those of you who don't work in the healthcare setting and disagree with what I'm saying please feel free to kick rocks. Healthcare is an extremely stressful place to work and hormones and emotions run high, especially the sexual ones. These facts coupled with the nursing field being primarily dominated by women makes for some very interesting times. If you do work in healthcare and aren't privy to these types of situations its probably because you would be one of the first people to go narc to administration.

Jay and I finished our contract with ease. He was gone two out of his three nights off for four weeks straight. He was even coming home late from work because of reasons I'm sure you can guess. We parted ways but his words still stuck with me. It was after that contract that I decided to act upon his wisdom.

*** Main Story ***

My next contract took me much closer to home. It was an easy job in terms of nursing. Moderate sized hospital where the ICU staff thinks they are the cream of the crop. I was happily doing my job when I met HER. This was during one of the heights of the pandemic. All patients and staff had to wear masks at all times. I was assigned to her pod one night and I had no idea what was in store for me.

Her name was Kacey. She had extremely thick dark brown hair pulled back into a bun with a big blue headband on. She had hazel eyes that I ended up getting lost in on several occasions. She had an amazing body that was very obvious under her fig scrubs ( I hate figs btw). She had large breasts, a tight ass and was just a little on the thicker side but in a very appealing way.

We started chatting casually. That weird conversation that occurs when you don't know someone, but you're stuck with them for a 12-hour shift. We discussed where we were from. She shared she had been a nurse for 10 months by this time and was starting to get the hang of it. Kacey was extremely easy to talk to. Things were going well when one of her patient alarms started going off. It wasn't a major thing, so I didn't pay it any attention as she stood to address it. About 20 seconds later she called my name and I went into her room. I apologize but I don't remember exactly what happened but instead of fixing it for her I talked her through the problem. I questioned her on her rationale for her decision and basically had a teaching moment. Once the patient was settled, I went back to my seat.

"Thank you for your help in there."

"Hey, no problem. You had it under control. It's always good to have a fresh set of eyes though."

I then noticed her wedding ring.

"Hey so you're married or engaged?"

She seemed slightly taken aback by my question.

"Uh why do you ask that?"

"Well, I just saw your ring and you didn't mention a husband. Sorry I didn't mean to offend."

This settled her down a bit. She then unloaded on me. She was married. It was her second and she was unhappy. He worked out of town for long periods of time and was a nonfunctioning alcoholic. The wedding had been rushed and she hadn't wanted it in the first place.

It was quite a bit to unload on a stranger. I think she needed to get it off her chest. They had been fighting that day and she was pretty worked up about it. I cracked some sort of joke that broke the tension and she laughed. We continued to chat and just got to know each other. The topic turned to nursing as a profession and how horrible the pay can be in some geographical regions.

"You know it isn't going to change because the majority of nurses are women." I cracked off half joking.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well women are the more empathetic sex generally. Have they ever called you on your day off and they begged you to come in? Have they ever said, "we're really short and could really use you?" Have you ever felt comfortable approaching your manager and asking for more money as you increase your skills? Have you seen any of the men picking up when they call unless they offer extra money?"

Kacey was silent.

Yes, I know some of you will be upset by my statement. I'll be called a misogynist and an asshole. I stand behind them. Whatever you think, disagreement with me is irrelevant. I'm right. Its obviously a more complex issue but what I said is a major part of it.

"Did I shock you?" I asked

"Yeah, kind of. It actually makes sense though. I hate that you're right, but it does."

I decided to crack a joke to ease the tension.

"What would you say if I told you I had my belly button pierced? I've got a dangly little bull rider that jiggles when I walk.

She had a good belly laugh at that. She then shared that she had piercings too.

"Well obviously your ears. Is your nose pierced? I can't see under that mask."

"It is and so are my nipples."

She offered this information so casually. So calmly. I know its just nipples but boy howdy am I big fan of nipples and nipple piercings and I was a big fan of Kacey's attitude towards her nipple piercings.

Our topic seemed to magically gravitate to sex. It was so natural and at no time did either of us feel uncomfortable. There were lots of laughs at our sexual mishaps. It was all vanilla discussions.

While I can't remember exactly what I said it had something to do with some women only lay there like a board and seek their own satisfaction. The next words out of her mouth let me know more than I ever would have expected about her preferences.

"Unless they're submissive."

My reaction to her statement was instantaneous. I got lightheaded from the sheer rush of blood that transfered from my brain to my dick. I actually stood up shaking my head and had to walk away for a few minutes. When I returned, I told her she needed to be careful saying things like that around me and honestly just left it at that.

We got busy soon after and went our separate ways. All I could think about was Kacey when I got home. I got maybe three hours of sleep that day thinking about her and wanting to message her. I absolutely found her on messenger and typed out several messages. I decided not to contact her until we had talked in person more.

That night we were assigned to the same pod with the same patients. With no preamble I just laid it all out when we were alone.

"I thought about you all day. I found you on messenger and wanted to send you a message but didn't. I wasn't sure how you would respond."

"I've been thinking about you too. I rarely use that app but I'll be sure to check it frequently if you want to start messaging me."

My ol ticker did a full 360 in my chest. I felt like a kid again. I remembered what Jay had told me and put it into action.

"Look, we're obviously interested in each other. When you suggested you were a sub with me last night, I almost couldn't take it. That's my jam. I've been in the lifestyle for almost 10 years now and since I'm going to be here for awhile, I'd very much like to pursue things down that pathway. If you're not interested I completely understand and we can just forget this conversation ever happened."

Now my dear reader is where your disbelief sets in. You probably already have major doubts but I have zero reason to lie. I'll go to my grave knowing I told the truth. Kacey agreed. She shared that was unhappy in her marriage and that we click so naturally. We were like two teenagers, albeit a little more experienced in what we like. I shared my kinks and limits. She did the same. She loved to be choked and to have her nipples abused. She loved to suck cock and claimed to be extremely enthusiastic about it. I asked her pointedly if she was interested in being with me as my sub and if anything goes from that point forward. She responded without hesitation..."yes."

We talked and laughed. Sharing stories about our emo phases in high school and similar tastes in music. I went to check on my patients and as I walked back I got an idea. I checked that the coast was clear before walking up behind her. I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed firmly causing her to let out a brief little squeak before melting under my hand. Getting close to her ear I whispered "from now on you have to call me daddy." I released her throat and casually went to my seat. I logged on and started charting on my patient. After a few minutes I looked up and she was staring at me cheeks still flushed.

"Do you understand what I told you?"

"Yes daddy" She responded.

"Good girl."

We continued working and talking. While the sexual tension was palpable, we had so much in common aside from that. Our shift was coming to an end when I pressed things further. I asked if she needed a ride to her car. As a matter of fact she did.

As soon as we were in my car my hand was on her leg and we rode in silence. I found an empty spot and as soon as the car was in park, we were all over each other. Kissing and groping like a long-separated couple. We were breathing each other in. 48 hours of built up tension was released in a couple of kisses. After about 10 minutes she had to leave. As she was about to get out of the car I gave her a task for that night. "When you get to work tonight, I want "daddy's little slut" written on your legs and above your pussy. One word per area."

"Yes daddy." She said before closing the door.

We messaged most of the morning before I passed out. I was obviously anxious to see her again and unfortunately I was super busy for the first part of my shift with a crashing patient. When I finally had a breather I was focused on charting. Kacey asked if I was ok and I must have seemed grumpy when I replied because she instantly lightened the mood.

"I obeyed."

I could feel her eyes on me so I looked up from my computer. She had that raised eyebrow smirk girls get.

"Just like you told me to daddy."

I lost all interest in my charting.

"Did you now? Well, I need proof. You have five minutes to send me a pic."

"FIVE MINU....five minutes" She started to yell but caught herself and whispered the last part while glancing around.

"Yep! Guess you better get to it."

She pondered this over while I continued to chart. She quickly got up and within the designated time frame I had a notification. There it was. She had obeyed without hesitation.

After work we repeated the day before. Making out in the car. Setting ground rules for our relationship. I wasn't going to be back at work that night but I still gave her another task.

"Tonight it's to be "daddy's cock only" with an arrow pointing down to your pussy."

We messaged while she was at work and I gave her 30 minutes this time because I wasn't sure how busy she was and patient safety is a pretty major deal. Once again she obeyed.

A few days later I was in town and we were on the phone. She was running errands and so was I. We both had obligations but carved out a 15 minute window where we could meet. She pulled in next to me at a local store in a secluded part of the lot. As soon as she was in my truck we were all over each other.

Now is where I'll share a little secret for the first time reader. I don't have some porn star meat pole in my boxers, but I frequently get complimented on it being the thickest a girl has seen in person. I think the shock comes from me lying about it. I don't brag about having a big cock. Instead, I go the opposite direction. Before a girl has seen or felt it I tell her I have a micropenis. Under promise and over deliver.

Right there in the Walmart parking lot in broad daylight I told Kacey to suck my cock. She sat back on her heels, biting her lip as she glanced around before she began undoing my pants. When she pulled my jeans and boxers down she sat back and stared at my dick.

"I can't get that thing in my mouth!"

"Guess you you'll never know until you try."

Apparently, her momma didn't raise no quitter because after a few tentative licks and strokes she was attempting to deep throat me. I wrapped my hand in her hair and forced her deeper. She started to gag and when I let her have a breather, she had drool down both sides of her face and her mascara was running. She took two deep breaths while stroking me before she went back at it.

I held her hair firmly while fucking her mouth and throat, letting her catch a breath every little bit. She was a drooling watery eyed mess after several minutes. My boxers were soaked. She stroked me while we kissed. I quickly pulled her hand away and put myself back in my boxers.

"What? Why? I don't get to finish you?"

"Not today but soon. We have all the time in the world."

Thank you for reading. I apologize for this being so long. There is more to come.