My name is Emily. I’m twenty-two and graduated from nursing school in Ohio before moving to Phoenix. I work at a day surgery center during the week, and on the weekends, I usually go clubbing with a couple of girls I met at work. I’m cute enough—blonde, five-foot-nine, and one hundred and fifteen pounds. Guys considered me cute, and I had a bubbly personality, yet other than wanting to hook up, I couldn’t get a guy to ask me out.
I was getting bored with the clubs and all the horney guys who hung out there. One day at work, on the bulletin board, I saw a posting looking for nurses to help out the forestry services. It said that hours were flexible and the pay was great. I took down the number, thinking that I certainly could use the money, as my foray into the sugar daddy world hadn’t worked out for me.
I called the number and talked to a nurse who explained my duties. I would assist the doctors and nurses caring for firefighters who were injured in the field. A MASH unit was set up in an area near where the blazes were being fought. I thought that was a great way to give back to the community and maybe meet a real man. I signed up, and the following weekend, I was to report to an area outside of Flagstaff, Arizona, where the men were fighting the Tunnel fire. I had a light schedule at the surgery center, so I said I could head to Flagstaff on Wednesday after work.
I arrived just before dusk, and while the camp was busy with firefighters arriving in from the field for time off, the hospital was not busy at all. Glenda, the head nurse, introduced me to the other nurses and the two doctors who managed the Mash Unit. They were all in their forties, and they eyed me up suspiciously. Glenda showed me around the hospital, the camp, the mess hall where we all ate the showers, and the common area. I noticed an area where the firefighters gathered; it wasn’t a campfire but a lighted area where they could chill and unwind.
Glenda took me to the common area and introduced me to the men sitting around a group of lanterns meant to simulate a campfire. The men all perked up when they saw me. Some came up and shook my hand, and some hugged me. Then I was shown my quarters, and I unpacked my gear and laid on my bunk till I fell asleep. I was awoken at six am by a knock on my door, and my day started. I dressed in scrubs and headed to the mess tent for coffee and breakfast. I noticed the men that were in the mess tent, watching my every move.
I walked into the hospital tent, and it was quiet for most of the morning until a handsome young firefighter entered. “Yes, sir, can we help you? Glenda asked.
“Uh, yeah, I think I got some burns on my legs yesterday,” He told her.
“Very well, fill this out, and Emily here will take care of you,” Glenda told him.
The man smiled broadly as he took the form and sat down to complete it. I studied him as he completed the form, stealing glances at me. He brought the form back to Glenda, and she read it over.
“Emily, take him back to exam room A and ask one of the nurses for a burn kit to treat him with,” Glenda ordered.
I looked at his form. His name was Brad, and he was twenty-four and was from Washington State.
“OK, Brad. What seems to be the issue?” I asked as he sat on the exam table.
“Well, yesterday I received some burns on my legs and other areas,” He said in a serious tone.
“Oh, that’s terrible. Take your pants off, and I‘ll get a burn kit,” I told him.
I went, and the other nurse on duty gave me a burn kit and a large tube of burn ointment.
“Emily, make sure you massage the ointment into the burn well unless the skin is broken,” She explained.
I took the supplies, returned to the exam room, and stopped dead in my tracks; Brad was naked from the waist down and lying on the exam table.
“Um, Brad, you could have left your underwear on,” I told him.
“Yeah, a lot of us don’t wear them. It gets really hot out there,” He told me.
“Oh, I see,” I said, now noticing his large fat cock.
I put on my exam gloves, a bit unsettled, as I kept looking at his cock, finally snapping to.
“I sat on the stool and rolled up to the exam table.
“Ok, Brad, where are your burns?” I asked.
“On my inner thighs, up to my stomach,” He stated.
I looked at his thighs and stomach, gently touching them.
“They look a little bit red, but nothing really,” I said.
“Oh, they hurt; I’m sure I got burned; I think my penis is also burned, and my sack,” he relayed to me.
“I fought to contain my laugh as I got off my stool and looked at his slowly growing cock.
“Spread your legs, Brad. Let me see,” I requested.
I lifted his sack up to look at it, and his cock jumped and began to stand up.
“Hm, I don’t see any damage. They seem ok,” I told him.
“Well, they feel burned. Can you put some ointment on me to help with the pain?” he said straight-faced.
“Well, I’m not sure you have a burn,” I said nervously.
“I’m sure I have a burn. It just doesn’t show,” He said anxiously.
‘I’m not so sure, Brad, but I’ll give you a tube of burn cream to take with you and treat where you think you’re affected, ' I said.
“But the Nurses always treat our buns; they don’t want us to do it because it can get infected,” he said.
He did have a point: burns can get easily infected, and it was my first patient, and I didn’t want him saying I wouldn’t treat him.
“Fine Brad, I apply ointment to your burns,” I sighed.
I put some ointment in my palm and rubbed it into the skin on both his thighs; his penis was now fully erect and was magnificent, twelve inches long and at least five inches around. I tried not to stare at it, but I felt a stirring in my loins.
“Ok, there you go, Brad,” I said, hoping to end the visit.
“What about the rest?” He asked.
“I think you’ll be ok,” I tried to shut him down.
“Isn’t it better to be safe than sorry? You don’t want me to get an infection?” he begged.
I gave him a doubting look, then put ointment in my palm and massaged it into his balls. His cock jumped and danced in front of my face as it waited for me to massage ointment into it. I put a large amount of ointment into my palm and began to massage it into his cock, basically jerking him off. His cock felt so good in my hand. I couldn’t wrap my hand around it; it was too fat. I watched the head and saw a droplet of semen pop out of the tip. I held the base and began massaging ointment into the upper half of his cock and the tip as my face examined it just inches away from it.
“Oh,” He moaned.
From the tip of his cock, a rope of cum shot out, hitting me across the mouth. It shocked me, and my first instinct was to open my mouth to breathe, and a string of his cum dripped off my upper lip and into my mouth. I was still massaging him as his second volley found my open mouth. I let go of his cock and stepped back, tasting his salty sperm, and not thinking what I was doing, I looked at him while I swallowed it. I grabbed his cock and jerked him off until he finished coming, and then ran out of the exam room.
I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, shocked at what I had just done. I looked in horror at the crotch of my scrubs, noticing a dark stain where my pusy juice dripped into them. If he told Glenda, I’d lose my nursing license. I cleaned Brad’s cum off my face and walked back to the exam room, hoping to explain how that shouldn’t have happened. The exam room was empty, and there was no evidence of cum being shot all over. Glenda walked in.
“Emily, nice job. Brad said you went above and beyond to help him. That’s just what we expect from our nurses, She said.
“Oh, really, that’s great,” I said, shocked.
But really, what could he say? He just tricked a nurse into playing with his balls and jerking him off. I was mad and embarrassed as I ate lunch in the mess tent. It seemed like all the men knew what I did to Brad. I felt so low. After lunch, I was putting supplies away, and Glenda approached me.
‘Emily, we have another burn patient,” She said, giving me his chart.
“Oh, OK, what exam room?” asked.
“He’s in room B. Grab a burn kit and tube of ointment,” Glenda told me.
“OK, got it,” I answered.
I read the man's chart, his name was Ben, and he was twenty-three and from Montana. I walked in on Ben, and just like Brad, he was naked from the waist down, except he had a raging hard-on.
“Well, hello Ben, let me guess, you have burns on your balls and penis,” I asked sternly.
“Why yes, did Glenda tell you?” He asked innocently.
“No, I figured it out when I walked in,” I said.
“Wow, you’re good,” Ben said straight-faced.
“And you’d like me to rub ointment on your ball and penis, right?” I asked happily.
“Yeah, that would be great; it burns,” He said.
“Yeah, well, forget it; I’m not falling for that again,” I said forcefully.
“Wait, what are you saying? I came here for medical attention,” He said, alarmed.
“Yeah, right, you just want me to jerk you off,” I spelled it out for him.
“Nurse, get Glenda; I need someone serious to help me,” Ben said.
That put me on my heels. He wanted Glenda, and I wondered if he was serious and if I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t want to get in trouble, so I examined him.
“Alright, let me look at it,” I said, trying to calm him down.
I gently grabbed his cock, and he jumped in my hand.
“Hmm, yeah, it’s really burnt; we may have to amputate it,” I said, trying not to laugh.
“Holy shit, are you kidding,” Ben said, pulling away from me.
“No, I can ask Glenda for another opinion. Would you like to know more?” I asked all business like.
“Well, they usually give me an ointment for my burns,” He said, making me feel bad.
“Let me look at your balls,” I said.
I examined his balls, squeezing his nuts and making them uncomfortable.
“Well, I’m not sure if they're burnt, but they're very full. Don’t they hurt?” I asked, snickering to myself.
“oh, yeah, they are burnt and full,” he moaned.
“So do the other nurses rub ointment into your burnt balls and cocks?” I asked.
“Well, no, but we want them to,” Ben answered hopefully.
“I see, and how many men suffer from burns in their balls and penises?” I asked.
“Well, I know the six men in my team suffer from it,” He said.
“So they’ll be coming in for treatment too?” I asked.
“ I don’t know, I would imagine they will,” Ben said.
I pushed the footrest back into the exam table so Ben's legs hung off the end. I went to the supply cabinet and took out a bottle of hand lotion. I squeezed a good amount in both of my exam gloves and scooted my stool between Ben’s legs.
“Lay back,” I ordered.
I cupped his balls and massaged the lotion into his balls.
“Oh, oh,” Ben moaned.
Then with my other hand, I coated his fat eight-inch cock with lotion, grabbing it firmly and stroking it slowly.
“Oh, oh, yeah,” Ben moaned as I jerked his cock.
I massaged his balls and cock. It inches from my face as I sit on the stool. I was getting aroused, looking at his cock and stroking him, and I saw a dome of semen form on the tip of his cock. I was so hot, I knew he was about to come, I opened my mouth and pointed the tip of his cock into my mouth. Without him knowing, his cock launched
waves of sperm into my mouth as he moaned.
“OH, Oh, fuck, nurse, yeah,”
I caught all of his huge load and swallowed it before he knew what was happening. It tasted so good. I wiped his balls and cock off with a towel.
“There, your burns have been treated,” I told him
“Wow, that was awesome, Emily. Man, did I need that, Ben said.
I got off the stool and went to finger my clit in the lady's room. I managed to avoid men with cock and ball burns the rest of the afternoon; one guy came in, but Glenda treated him, much to his disappointment. I laughed as she led him back to the exam room, and he looked for me to save him.
I could tell the men had noticed me at dinner in the mess hall. They would look at me, talk amongst themselves, and then look at me. After dinner, I had another serious burn patient. I walked into the exam room to Josh naked from the waist down, sporting a nice eleven-inch boner. Not super fat, but scary long.
“Let men guess, penis and scrotum burns,” I asked with my arms crossed.
“Yes, nurse Emily, they hurt really bad,” He said, faking distress.
“Oh, you poor guy. I think packing them in ice will do the trick,” I said.
‘Wait, what,” he said, alarmed.
“Oh, maybe you’d like me to massage it with lotion instead?” I asked sarcastically.
‘Oh yeah, I think that would be best,” Josh said excitedly.
“Lay back on the table,” I ordered.
I grabbed a bottle of lotion, filled my gloved palms with it, and massaged his balls while beginning to jerk him off. His cock was inches from my mouth as I stroked the long cock. I’d never had an obsession with eating cum, but doing this made me want to. This time, I left no doubt of my intention when Josh moaned.
Oh, fuck I’m going to cum,”
I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock, and he delivered his thick sperm into my waiting mouth.
“Oh, oh, fuck Emily,” He cried when he felt my lips on his cock.
I got up and left the room, wondering what and the fuck I was doing with these guys. I never minded swallowing a guy's cum when I sucked him off, but this was totally out of character for me. I was by no means a slut, or cum slut. Now, what was I going to do? I imagined a long line of guys with burns and their balls and cocks in the morning. I went to bed rubbing my clit till it sent me into a wonderful stress-induced orgasm; I came really hard; it felt wonderful. I was a popular girl at breakfast, and men I didn’t know said good morning to me. Josh snuck up behind me and hugged me, kissing my head.
“How are you today, Emily,” He asked.
“I’m good, Josh, thanks.
“Why don’t you come to the fire pit tonight and have a glass of wine with me?” he asked sweetly.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I work tonight. I don’t have off till Saturday night,” I replied.
“Alright, maybe Saturday night then,” He countered.
“Um, maybe, we’ll see, ok,” I answered.
It was Glendas's day off, and the other nurse, Tia, wanted to inventory our supply tent, so that left me the only nurse on duty. I started my day at ten o'clock when two firefighters came in, and when I checked their charts, they were both complaining of penis and scrotum burns.
“Seriously, guys,” I said as I checked their charts.
They just shrugged their shoulders, looking like lost little puppies. I looked at them and sighed loudly.
“Ok, Bradly, exam room A, Martin exam room C,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief.
I walked into Bradly, and he was already set; he was naked from the waist down, and his boner was so hard you could fly a flag off it.
“So you’re here for a cock and ball massage?’ I asked nonchalantly.
“Yes, mam,” he answered in a southern accent.
“AH-HA, I thought you had burns on your body,” I said, catching him.
“What, wait, no, I’m burned real bad, Nurse Emily,” He tried to undo the damage to his story.
“You don’t have a burn on your body, do you?” I pressed.
“No, I mean yes, mam, a bad one,” he fumbled.
“Lay down,” I said, annoyed.
I put on my gloves and looked at his cock and balls, deciding whether I was going to have him cum in my mouth. He had a nice cock and a huge sack of balls, and I figured he’d supply me with a mouth full of cum. I lubed my gloves and set out, massaging his balls and cock. I stroked his cock, and eventually, cum rolled down his shaft. I surprised myself when I licked it off his cock, causing him to jump. I knew he was ready to let loose, and then he moaned.
“Oh, oh, Emily, suck it for me,”
I wrapped my lips around his cock and worked the ocean of cum out of his balls. I never had anyone cum in my mouth that much. I swallowed his gift, removed my gloves, left, got a drink, and then walked into Room C, where Martin was waiting.
So, ball and cock burns?” I asked.
“Yes,” He said.
‘Alright, lay down,” I told him.
I actually thought about just sucking his cock, but I figured that would open up a whole new set of problems for me. I didn’t even pretend not to know what he wanted, I just got to work. I stroked his cock while I sat on my stool, rolling closer to him when I felt he was ready to cum. I covered the tip of his cock with my mouth, and he unloaded his thick sperm into my mouth.
“Oh, yeah, eat it all, Emily,” He moaned.
I went to the washroom and wiped my wet pussy so I wouldn’t stain my scrubs, and I went to the front desk, and there were three more guys with burns on their cocks. I jerked all three of them without a question and let them shoot their cum in my mouth, eating it all. I had lots of company at lunch, although I’d jerked off almost every firefighter in camp. I had to assist Dr Rogers after lunch and after dinner, so the guys didn’t get handjobs with a cover from me.
Finally, Saturday came, and I had Saturday night off, which was good because my wrist and arm were tired. On Sat, I didn’t treat anyone for burnt cocks, which was nice. At dinner, Josh came and hugged me.
“How about having a glass of wine with me after dinner by the firepit,” He asked.
“Um, maybe,” I said, being coy.
“Ok, well, I’ll see you out there then,” He said, kissing my cheek.
I ate and went back to my tent. Then I heard someone playing a guitar, so I grabbed my blanket and went to find out where it was coming from. The music was coming from the firepit, and around eight to ten guys were out there. I found a tree about twenty yards away from the firepit, spread out my blanket, and listened to the music. It was a beautiful night, and it was my last night at the camp. The stars were out, and it couldn’t have been more perfect.
Suddenly, someone sat down next to me; it was Josh.
“Good evening, Emily,” he said, holding a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“Oh, God, you scared me,” I laughed.
“Sorry, here, have some wine,” he said, smiling.
Josh handed me a glass but didn’t pour himself one as we launched into small talk. Josh filled it up when my glass of wine got low, and we talked and laughed. A while later, Brad found us and sat down on my blanket. I noticed that both of the men were only wearing shorts, and the outline of their cocks stood out prominently.
“You guys look like you’re ready for bed already,” I teased them.
“Yep, pretty soon now,” Brad said with a big smile on his face.
The men and I made small talk as I drained the bottle of wine, and I felt a nice buzz going on. Brad leaned in and kissed me, putting his hand on my thigh.
“What are you doing?” I asked, shocked.
“Just kissing a beautiful lady,” He answered as he did it again.
I just looked at him as Josh turned my head and kissed my lips.
“You are very beautiful,” Josh said, breaking our kiss off.
Then Brad kissed me again, and for the next minute, they alternated kissing me. I was getting flush and hot as the two firefighters stoked my fire.
“Um, I moaned as Josh kissed me, and the men laid me down on my blanket.
“Um, no, no,” I moaned.
Bot men were now kissing me; while one kissed my lips, the other kissed my neck and ears.
“Um, stop,” I weakly protested.
I felt their hands on my body, grabbing my breasts and rubbing my inner thighs.
“No, no, stop,” I cried, breaking Josh’s kiss.
“Everything will be alright, Emily, don’t worry,” Brad reassured me.
Brad’s lips found mine, and I stopped protesting while Josh sucked on my neck and felt under my scrubs for my breast.
“Um, um,” I moaned, protesting weekly.
Josh gently pinched the puffy nipple on my ample breasts and then pulled my top up, exposing my breasts.
“No, we should stop,” I warned, falling back into Brad’s kiss.
Brad’s tongue found my mouth, and I sucked on it, reaching another level of excitement. Josh’s mouth found my nipple, and he sucked and licked it skillfully. I was on fire; Brad had my tongue in his mouth, sucking in it when he took my hand and slid it under the waistband of his shorts and placed it on his hard cock. Holy fuck, it was huge. I wrapped my fingers around it. Hot and moist in my hand, I began to stroke him, knowing my time to stop this was coming to an end. I protested again when Josh pulled the string on the bottom of my scrubs.
“No, no, not there,” I pleaded, as Joshes finger found my sopping wet pussy.
Josh stood up, took off his shorts, and stood above me with his eleven-inch monster throbbing and dancing in the soft campfire light. He knelt by my side, grabbed the waistband of my scrubs, and pulled on them. When my butt rose off the blanket to aid him, I knew there could be no more protesting. Brad sat me up and removed my top, completing my undressing. I was naked on a blanket with two naked men a short distance from a large group of men; what could go wrong?
Josh crawled between my legs and licked my bald pussy, before sucking it into his mouth.
“Um, Um, yeah,” I moaned as my back arched in pleasure.
Josh’s mouth squeezed my pussy, and my juice flowed into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck, you taste like honey,” he moaned, stopping momentarily.
Brat finished removing his shorts and knelt over my face, his footlong beast rocking gently between his legs. I grabbed it and took the head into my mouth, and began to suck his monster.
“Oh, yeah, Emily, suck me, baby,” He moaned.
Josh’s skillful tongue had me rounding third and headed for home, an enormous orgasm building in me; Josh wet his index finger and slipped it into my virgin bunghole and gently fingered fucked it as it clung to his finger.
“Um, Umm, Ummm,” I moaned in pleasure, and I tried to suck Brad's massive cock.
I wanted to scream as I came. My body shook as Josh teased my clit, bathing his tongue in my cum juices as I moaned loudly with Brad's cock wedged in my mouth. Josh pulled his face out of my pussy, and a glaze of my cream covered his lips, cheeks, and chin. He knelt between my legs with his hard cock pointing to the stars, and I wondered how much of that he intended on shoving up my tight fuck slot.
Josh dipped his cock into the folds of my pussy and began to feed my pussy his long thin cock.
“Umm, umm, I moaned as the walls of my pussy stretched to accommodate the invader.
Josh began to thrust in and out of me, claiming more of my pussy as his with every thrust. As Brad began leaking in my mouth and Josh bottomed out in me, I noticed movement to the side of me and, straining to see, noticed four hairy legs. Oh fuck, I was being watched by two other men, my mind began to panic, but my body was consumed with being pleasured by Josh and Brad. I watched as I saw the men’s shorts drop to their feet, and they kicked them off.
They weren’t just going to watch; they would join in. They dropped to their knees, Their hard clocks now visible to me, and they began to suck and play with my tits. I knew Brad was about to give me his motherload, so I gently scratched and squeezed his ball sack, and the fireworks began.
“Oh, oh, Emily, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Brad cried, as his cock launched a torrent of his baby batter in the back of my throat, gagging me momentarily. I fought to swallow it all, getting it down before the next wave crashed into my throat. I coxed every drop out of his balls before he withdrew his throbbing meat from my mouth.
“Oh, fuck Josh,” I cried as his cock banged against my cervix
Another cock appeared in front of my face, and the man fed it to me, my head bobbing up and down on it. My cervix was aching for a while as Josh gently nudged it to open. Eventually, he found the combination to it, and my cervix dilated for him, and the head of his cock popped inside my baby maker.
“Umm, umm, I moaned in pain and pleasure.
I watched as Josh slid the last four inches of his cock in me, and my pussy wet his belly. I was on my way to another orgasm, as the five of us had sex on the blanket. I looked at Josh, and he straightened up.
“Oh, oh, oh, fuck,” He yelled, and his cock jerked inside me, and he made a first-class delivery of his sperm into my fertile womb. Feeling him jerk inside me pushed me over the edge, and I let out a guttural moan as I came a second time, my pussy clamping down on the cock, pumping its seed into my belly. Josh spent from his effort and sat back on his legs as his cock withdrew from my steamy snatch. He rose to his feet and stepped back, admiring his work, the lips of my pussy forming a circle awaiting the next participant. Brad stepped up to the plate, his foot-long pussy wrecker standing tall and ready. He dropped between my knees as my eyes grew wide. I felt the huge head of his cock lodge in my fuck slot.
“Um, um,” I moaned in advance.
Brad's cock drove forward, and the enormous pole barreled inside as my pussy screamed Uncle. Oh fuck it was huge. My pussy strained to expand to accommodate it. Slowly it disappeared into my twat, inch by inch, thrust by thrust. Brad's cock sank into my pussy. I had to stop sucking on the cock in my mouth to catch my breath and to see if his cock was really inside me. Brad was tapping my cervix, and eventually, it invited Brad’s cock inside for a look-see.
‘Um, um, um,” I moaned in pain as he forced is way inside my womb.
Brad started fucking me, and I was mesmerized by the outline of his cock in my stomach. As I looked at my stomach, I could see him thrust and withdraw as the skin of my stomach rose and fell. The man I was sucking was leaking semen like a kitchen faucet, so I grabbed his ball and tugged them gently, which soon sent a torrent of thick sperm into my throat.
“Oh, oh, yeah,” he moaned as I sucked his sack dry.
I laid my head down on the blanket when the man's cock was pulled from my mouth, and I concentrated on the log crammed in my box.
“Oh, fuck is that big,” I cried.
As Brad laid the pipe to me, our bodies rocked back and forth, and my titties bounced in circles. The fourth man offered me his hard cock, and I wrapped my lips around it and began to blow him. I was on fire; I caught something over by the fire pit and saw Glenda standing with her arms crossed, watching the new nurse fuck four men. I figured this was the end of my tenure as a MASH nurse. But right now, I had a bigger problem, the foot-long snake jammed up my twat. I was sweating as I sucked and fucked on the blanket. I was heading for orgasm number three when Brad beat me to it.
“Oh, fuck, Emily,” He screamed loud enough so that anyone who didn’t know I was fucking, knew now.
When Brad finished with me, I was exhausted but let the third and fourth man fuck me, which at that point was anticlimactic, although I did get off one more time before it was over. The men left, and I lay there looking at the stars leaking cum from my pussy. After a while, I got up, went to my tent, and crashed hard. I awoke the next morning early, having a bit of difficulty walking for a minute; my pussy was so sore. After last night, I didn’t want to see anyone, so I loaded my car and left, figuring I’d never return.
I returned to my regular job on Monday, and everyone asked me how it was working at a fire camp. I told them it was no big deal and wasn’t sure I’d do it again. When I got home Monday night, there was an email from the Forest Service. I was nervous to open it, figuring I’d been fired. I took a deep breath and opened it. I read it with disbelief.
“Emily, thank you for your professional service in treating our men this past week, and we’ll see you on Wednesday afternoon. Let me know if your schedule changes, and you can come sooner.” It was signed by Capt. Glenda Norris.
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