Life gets hard (closed for Anotherday)

[JonathanBair]

My name is Jon, I am a 42 year old who was a normal guy up till a few years ago. Jon was just enjoying life being himself as he has no family. On that night when things went wrong. He was on his motorcycle driving home from work, till a driver at night was being stupid driving with no headlights on, and ended up clipping his back tire and sent him flying where he ended up paralyzed and trapped in his body. So now I find the rest of my life will be laying in bed as seconds tick by. I can not move my neck or down. I have discovered my new life is laying in bed listening to what ever the nurse puts on tv or the radio otherwise laying in silence if nothing is on. 5am or 5pm makes no difference as its just time to tick by.

I am 5'10 brown hair kept short just long enough to run the fingers, 140 pounds (yes I am skinny) most the time wearing a robe as it is easy otherwise shorts and t-shirts.

 

[AnotherDay1]

When Anne was in college for nursing she met her husband. They were crazy about each other back then. Both in their 20’s, their life was exciting, they'd go on dates all the time or stay in; it didn't matter what as long as they were together. They had such an amazing sex life then when they had their whole lives and futures ahead of them. Anne graduated nursing and went to work in all areas of the field. She'd worked in the ICU, nursing homes, elder care, etc.She had 2 kids with her husband right after college, and with them grown now and out of the house, Anne just works.

Now at 47, she had hoped that her husband would be more active with her especially with the kids gone, but the opposite has happened. Anne takes good care of herself too, she always has. She's average height around 5’ 3 petite in frame but pretty busty for her size 36C with a healthy round butt. For the last several years she barely has any interactions with her husband. The man she couldn't be apart from in the beginning showed almost no interest in her now. They're practically just roommates. It saddens her greatly, and so she prefers pour her energy into work, helping people where she can.

Wanting an easier work life balance she decided to take a job as a night nurse that transitioned into home healthcare. She's usually assigned to patients that need round the clock care. She'll help them in the hospital, then when it's time to transition to the home she stays with them most of the day or nights as needed.

“Looks like you've got a new assignment Anne.” said her case manager.

“Oh, who is it?” She asked looking over the chart.

“42 year old Jon, just came in the other day from a motorcycle crash. Looks like he's mostly paralyzed from the neck down. He's in stable condition and will be in the hospital another day or so before he's cleared to go home. It says here he has no family to help with his care and transition. You'll be assigned his case. He's here in the hospital the rest of the night then he'll be discharged to his house tomorrow.”

“Ok, poor guy he's only 42. Such a horrible position to be in. I'll do my very best to make take care of him and make his home life as good as it can be.”

She heads to his room to assess her new patient. Room 408 is a recovery room, they're pretty large private rooms with their own bathrooms and walk in showers. They're designed for patients with mobility issues. Jon is laying in bed dressed in the smock like hospital gown under the bed covers. He's thin but looks pretty strong. Just lying there motionless.

I walk over to the man. His eyes are closed and appears to be asleep. It's the evening now so he's likely had medicine to help him sleep. He looks young being 42, maybe because he's so thin. He almost reminds me of my husband years ago when he still looked at me.

I run my hand through his hair and around his head and admire him. Looking in his peaceful face I smile softly and run my hands over his body. Feeling his strong shoulders and arms, running my hands over his chest, hips and legs. All the way to his feet. I try to touch him and know him. As my hands tough his thighs I graze something and almost stop in my tracks. I must've grazed his cock. And though I'm sure he's soft given that he's asleep, it felt so big by his legs. My mind blanked for a moment and I suddenly found myself aroused, as I softly ran my hands over his member feeling it over the sheets. My mouth watered. I turned to him quickly, frightened that he might have woke up. His eyes are still closed. Good.

I sit back in the chair beside his bed and think about our situation, and I think about myself, my boring life, and how much for some reason being near this man excites me so much. In the silence of the dark room I slip my fingers under the waist of my scrubs and feel myself. I feel the wetness of my lips, my panties are wet and my body feels hot. I slip my middle finger into my pussy and back out; my other fingers rubbing my pussy lips as I finger myself. I push a little deeper in and back out again and press circles over my clit.

“Ooohhh ohhh.” I moan softly as my orgasm builds. Having had nothing sexual in my life for so long until this moment, my body was aching for an orgasm. And in this moment I was so close to one.

My body starts shaking as a powerful orgasm ripples over me. I close my eyes and my pussy gushes in my fingers. I pull my hand up and lick my fingers tasting the excitement of this moment. I look over to you but you seem asleep.

‘I need this so bad, I need something pleasurable in my life.’ I think to myself sitting here enjoying the moment.

 

[JonathanBair]

I seam to be in a strange place. Partly in my sleep state, but aware of what is going on around me. The sleep state helps my mind escape the mind numbing boardum that is going to be my life. With no family to look foreword to visiting and talk hear talk to me. The best I hope for is some stranger will be kind enough to leave a tv or radio on for me to listen to other then listening to the flipping machines sounds. The slow drip from the IV, the sounds of my vitals being recorded is a never ending madness. The hospital form of torturous never ending sound that I get to look foreword to for the rest of my helpless life. Then something happens, something new happens to brake the never ending sounds. I feel someone run there hands threw my hair, with such care. A lovingly feeling I haven't felt for a long time kinda reminds me of my dead mom, and how she would run her fingers threw my hair after checking my forehead for a temp. But I know I am not a human to anyone anymore. Just another thing to check on so they can check off the job from there list before doing the next thing. Well I know the nurses will be in to check my machine readouts, but not on me unless it is time to role me if they care to do that. After all not like anyone would notice if they skip the little human contact they gotta do with me.

Then I feel the hand move from hair down around my face. I wonder what kind of fresh hell am I in as it kinda reminds me of my ex gf, the woman I was going to ask to be my wife, till I walked in on her and found her sleeping with another person. I was about to slip into bed next to her and wake her up by fucking her when I noticed in the dark that she is sleeping nude. I know she only does that on the nights she has sex in bed. Her tippical move is to cuddle till she slips off to sleep then in her sleep she roles to her back to sleep in the starfish pose, but that was 20 years ago. In this dream it is amazing feeling the soft skin that seams to be letting her fingers soft touch feel my shoulders and arms to the core of my body and down. What liberty's the woman is taking with me. No this can not be a dream as it has to be a nightmare. No stranger would just walk in and touch me how she wants to. As if I was a lover, but it makes me wonder if a toy could feel is this what a toy would be feeling like? speaking of toys I can feel my cock getting harder. Oh how I wish I had my toy to sink my cock into and watch it as it has a hard time streaching to my thickness of 3 full fingers wide. For depth I am about normal in depth, but I know my cock is slightly wider then most cocks. The few females that seen it was always scared of it being so fat, and how the streaching hurts if they pushed past the fear the first time. I lay trapped in my body with the meds keeping me knocked out in this drug forced sleep, being in this fresh depths of hell as I am so helpless I can not even jackoff when I want to now. Then suddenly the feeling is gone! I can only wonder if my cock is going to get fully hard, or stay semi soft in this around state of hell.

After a bit of time, a slight hint of a smell I did not get to enjoy for a long time. The smell of a female being arouse with her pussy being wet. In time the sounds of a woman moaning. What fresh depths of hell am I trapped in to have to listen to someone listening to a porn! Little do I know in my sleep state my mouth is partly open. Oh how I long to slide my tounge into a womans pussy and enjoy the taste of her cum as it floods my mouth. In my sleep I lick my lips as a habit I do with out thinking as my slip must be dry. The same basic habbit that must be active like my heart breating and each movement my body has to make to take the shalow restfull breaths.

I am so unaware of what is happening in my life. I have no clue if it is day or night thanks to my drug enduced sleep that keeps me knocked out full time. I am no longer a human, but a thing to do in life for my care takers. A chore on a list to do. How I wish I had a girlfriend. Most the time I do not care and enjoy my freedome as I enjoy my peace in my life that I had. Now I am in this never ending hell. My mind wonders if "pitty fucks are real?", and surely no nurse would do that to a person in there care. I am far from having the 6's that females seam to be so glad to demand on social mediea. I am in shape with a firm but not overly tone body that they say is unimpressive. A normal hight, so no way do I reach there 6 foot or more hight they need, my basic job of lawn care only paid enough to put basic food on my table like maburger helper and some cheap cans of vegies. No where close to being 100,000 or more like they demend online. I know I am not in the top 1% they dream of getting. How I miss the longing looks I got from a few of the married wifes that would enjoy the eye candy of someone getting all sweaty taking care of there laws, with there hubbies killing them selfs working the extra cash to pay the bills. But then I presume they only dream about the thrill of the chase to bag the pool boy kinds thing, not that they would want someone like me or a pool cleaner. Oh how I wish I allowed my self to be used like a toy for them in the need to fill as a quick fuck, but here I am stuck in this bed. I will never know the longing eyes of a horny wife admiring the help being all hot and sweaty for them as they work outside.

 

[AnotherDay1]

Sitting her in the dark quiet room coming down from my first orgasm in years, I look around focusing on my patient. While I've been pleasuring myself, he's just still. Although I'm fairly certain he hasn't moved, I noticed that his mouth is open. ‘I don't remember it being open before,’ I think to myself. ‘Could he have noticed me?’

The idea that maybe in his drugged up sleep he somehow was responding to my moaning and the smell of my sex in the room made my mind race. I had to be sure. I stand up and approach the bed and feel my hand gently over his waist to his cock, trying to feel if it's hard. I can't quite tell by looking at it but my God when my hand finds it, sure enough it's engorged. He's not fully erect, but his girthy member has clearly grown since I first inspected his body.

My thoughts race with all that this means, and all that I want it to mean. For the last several years my own husband hasn't noticed me, and here I am in a room with a comatose patient who can't even move, and this man of all people has noticed me. I feel a longing that I haven't felt in years, the feeling not just of pleasure but the feeling of truly sharing it with someone with whom it'd mean everything to.

But despite my growing fantasy, I'm also reminded of where I am. I'm here in the dark at night in my patients room of the hospital. If someone walked in, at best I'd be fired, at worst arrested. To anyone not here to appreciate the situation, this looks like a night nurse simply rapeing a helpless man. My life would be ruined. But also the lust of the moment weighs heavily on me.

I walk to the door and lock it, then move back to my chair. This time I slide my scrub pants down freeing my already wet pussy. Moving closer to the bed I take his hand and press it to my clitoris. Using his middle finger to rub it. Although I'm doing the work, the feeling of a mans hand on me is electrifying. I'm so wet now, dripping. His hand is covered in my juices. With his hand pressed to me, I reach and feel his member. Sure enough it's grown. Not to full mast but enough to notice. Somewhere in his medicated sleep he knows what's happening and likes it.

Lust takes over me and before I know it I'm stepping up onto the bed straddling him over the sheets. His engorged cock noticeably felt under my pussy lips. I'm looking down on him holding his waist as I rub my hips forward and back dry humping his swollen cock. ‘I’m only simulating sex.’ I tell myself trying to rationalize my actions. ‘and he clearly is enjoying it.’

As my body inches closer to orgasm, my body picks up the pace; feeling his meaty cock spreading open my pussy lips, rubbing against my clit. I moan softly, but the closer I get the more ragged my moans get. I press my left hand to my clit rubbing it, and my right I lean on his chest.

“Fuck, I'm so close! I can't just cum here, his sheets will be drenched, how could I explain that?”

In a panic I move up in the bed and press my vagina to his open mouth, grinding his face into my cunt. I can feel his lips and nose moving around my pussy. And with that my back arches back then forward and I grab his head forcing it hard into me as I cum. My pussy erupts and I squirt directly into his mouth as my orgasm washes over me.

As I come down, again I panic that he may not have known to swallow and good be gasping for air. I quickly move off the bed nearly stumbling as my legs feel weak. I look to him and like a dream come true, he's fine. Maybe more than fine. His lips are no longer dry, his mouth is closed and he's breathing normally.

I feel better now thinking that maybe he enjoyed it too, maybe not as much as me, but at least a little. I smile at him again running my fingers through his hair, then lean in and kiss his lips, tasting my juices on them.

“Jon, my name is Anne. I don't know if you can hear me now, but I'll be taking care of you from now on. You don't have to worry about a thing, you're in good hands. I'll be back in the morning to take you home. Sleep well.”

With that I slip my pants back on, make myself look presentable and exit the room.

 

[JonathanBair]

As I am trapped in my body in this drug endued sleep that keeps me physically knocked out tho I am aware of what is going on around me for most the time till I am in deep REM sleep. I am shocked that a woman seams to be turned on, not sure if it is by me or just her from before. I only get more turned on as I hear her enjoy her self so freely.

The feel of her hand on my hardening cock feels so nice and way better then my own hand as she grips my hardening cock. I never seen her before, but she feels amazing. When she cums, I think that is going to be all of the action tonight.

I am shocked as I feel her hips on my finger as she plays with my middle finger as a toy on her clit. I was not expecting to feel her bare flesh of her hips, but find it rather arousing. I would have never let a woman just play with me like this as if I was a toy. Tho with the drugged state I am in, it is not like I can really object to pleasing her.

Next thing I know, I can feel my hard shaft being worked over her slit. I wait to feel my cock sink into her depths. She seams to be enjoying teasing her slit tho. I can feel her speed work up as she seams to be losing her self as she enjoys pleasing her self with me.

I can hear what must be frustration at being so close to cumming and having to hold back as she can not make a mess from her cumming. Her solution shocks me as she moves her pussy to my mouth. It has been so long, and here she is so freely pressing her pussy lips to my mouth lips. I am confused for a second at what she is expecting of me. Then I feel it, her hips moving back and forth. She is grinding on my face. By how carfree she is working her hips I realize she must only be focusing on how good she feels, with out a care what it feels like for me. At first I am shocked that she grabs my head and holds it in place, then I feel extra wetness in my mouth. I realize she just had a orgasum and my mouth is full of her girl cum. I quickly drink it not knowing how many times she will want to cum into my mouth. I am very happy with the unexpected treat that she gave me to drink.

I am shocked to hear the woman who just used me as a toy is called Anne and she will be my care giver at home. I have no idea if I will be at my house or at her house. I only hope she will do this more often. As she gets ready to go back to work. I can feel my self drifting off to sleep. I find my dreams are filled with this woman who will be taking me home, and I hope she will be using me more often. Even tho I never seen her in my life before. I find my self looking foreword to what my days will have in store with her in my life. I can only hope I get a fully erect cock for her to enjoy before she takes me home. I know it should be about 2 and 3/4 inches thick and about 6-7 inches long. I always knew it was about normal length, but hope she enjoys the bit extra thickness my cock has to offer her.

I have no idea if she has kids, and if so I hope they are daughters. Maybe she will use me to teach them about boys if they are 18 or older. If she will be like this nightly, I would be ok with her keeping me to her self. With that I dream about what could be with her, as she heads out to work.

 

[AnotherDay1]

I left the hospital and got in my car but just sat there in the parking lot for a few minutes thinking about what just transpired. I have NEVER done anything like that before. In the past, I never would have dreamed about doing such a thing with a patient, let alone one who wasn't awake. I think of the consequences and I think that maybe I'm losing it. So many thoughts go through my mind, but one thought keeps creeping to the front. I loved it. I needed it, I needed something, and despite the short term regret, I feel like this may be the start of something great.

I turn the car on and start driving home. Home to my husband. I pull into the driveway and make my way into the house. My husband is in the living room watching TV, and when I walk in he doesn't even acknowledge me. I walk to the kitchen, grab a bite to eat then head upstairs to my bedroom. I slip my clothes off, putting them into the hamper, my panties were still wet. I run the water and get into the shower. I had to clean myself after tonight.

The warm water soaks my body and I lather soap in my hands and begin rubbing my arms, chest and below. Focusing now on my vagina, my fingers rub my slit and I close my eyes thinking about our encounter. Soon I'm rubbing my large breasts and masturbating. "What have I turned into?" I think to myself. I never used to do these things, but now lust seems to dominate my thoughts. A soft orgasm comes over me and I finish cleaning up and head out of the shower to dry off. I admire my nakedness in the mirror and smile. I get into bed and dream of the next day.

 

[JonathanBair]

As I am laying there, trapped in the partly sleeping drug endued sleep tho part of my mind is awake and aware of my room.I hear the hand off for change of shift. I wonder if she knows about how you used my mouth. She seams unaware as in my partly drug endued sleep I find my self disappointed that she acts like a normal nurse. I lay there frustrated as the staff acts like normal tho I can only hope my mouth or face will be used again.

I find my self waiting for your next shift, or for when you bring me home. I hope will use my face often again like that, not knowing when and if my naught nurse will enjoy her self again. I know with how I can not use my arms I will not be a good lover, but hope I can be good enough with my mouth giving a female oral sex. I am also open to my face being used as a grinding toy. Something I would have never though of before the crash, but now I find my self wondering about this new life I will be living even if I am just a living toy for any female that want's to use me for her enjoyment. I can only wait and hope as each drip of the IV slowly marks off the tic of time as my life creeps by. As I lay in wait, I am unaware that my naughty nurse got so turned on she masturbated at home.

 

[AnotherDay1]

I'm laying in bed unable to sleep. Beside me is my lover, the man who came into my life so suddenly but barely knows the world around him. I turn to him, my breasts resting on his arm, and stroke his face softly kissing his cheek. His eyes are closed and his body is still. My hand moves to his shoulder then chest, massaging lovingly while I nibble his neck. Slowly my hand creeps down further. In the silence of his sleep my hand finds his cock, massaging it through my fingers, feeling its size grow. I rub his balls, rolling them in my hand hoping the pressure would wake my prince. Still he sleeps so soundly, yet his cock still grows in size. I slip beneath covers draping his body in my nakedness. My heavy breasts drag over his chest, then stomach, then cock. Until my lips find his manhood and I kiss it softly. His bulbous head parts my lips and I take him in my mouth fully tasting every inch, allowing him into my throat. My head curls in circles letting his cock feel every inch of my mouth. He's rock hard but motionless. Tearing the sheets off of us I begin to mount him, gazing into his still peaceful face as I lower my cunt onto him. He pierces through me and I moan deeply. His size fills me, my hands massage my tits through my pleasure. As my orgasm builds I down to my peaceful prince, praying my orgasm will breathe life into his eyes. My orgasm mounts and my pussy tightens around his shaft. Electricity runs through me with a powerful orgasm and I cry out into the darkness of the room. My arms flail and tits bounce. Thunder strikes, breaking the silence of the room, but still my prince sleeps. And I fall beside him panting as I fall asleep.

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The next morning I wake and turn my head quickly only to find I'm alone. “It was all a dream.” I say to myself mournfully. My body is hot and sweaty, and I feel my panties are wet. Slipping a finger to my lips, my pussy is drenched and the sheets beneath me still damp.

I stare at the ceiling for a moment almost crying at how much I wish my dream was a reality. Even a near lifeless man fulfills me more than my husband. But as sobering it is that it was all a dream, still I'm hopeful. Today I'll bring Jon home, so there is still hope for our new beginning.

I shower and dress quickly then leave the house without a look or goodbye to my husband. I drive anxiously to the hospital in nothing but the silence of my thoughts. When I arrive, I take a deep breath in before exiting the car and walking in.

When I get to his floor I speak with the nurse and doctor. They're preparing his discharge paperwork and an aid is prepping him for transport.

“Hi Anne” said the doctor. “He's all ready to go home. We have the transport paperwork completed. He's prepped in the travel bed. A transport van is waiting in the emergency lane to take him back home. I see you're going to transition to his full time at home nurse as well. We're leaving you with his medication to set up at his home as well.”

With that he handed me a bag full of his paperwork and medicine, then I made my way over to his room. The transport tech was waiting there to bring him down to the van.

“Hi Jon, it's me Anne from last night” I whisper in his ear. “I'm here to take you home. Everything is going to be ok.”

The tech and I then wheeled his bed through the door and down the hallway to the elevator. From the elevator down the hall to the exit doors then out to the van. There was a lift that pulled the bed up into the the van, we locked the wheels then closed the doors.

I told the driver that I would be taking my own car there since I will be his home nurse as well, then I got in my car and as the van pulled off I followed it all the way to Jon's home.

 

[JonathanBair]

As the day crawls by only marked by the IV drip that must be close to marking each second go by with drip after drip. I am disappointed as all the rest of the nurses act as they should properly as I am just another bed for them to check on there rounds.

The only clue this shift is not like the rest as I hear them talking about getting me ready for transport. My mind can only race as I know things will be changing for me, tho I do not know how. I am happy to hear the voice of the woman who used my face as her toy last time I had her as my nurse. I hear her say she is Anne from last night, and that she is going to take me home with her.

As I can only listen to the tech and the nurse wheel me threw the halls to the elevator and into the van. I am glad they lock my bed in place. I can only wait as I listen to the driver get in the front of the van and drive to the next destination.

I can only wait to find out if I will be put in some bedroom, or put out in a more public part of the house. I can also only hope this naught nurse will be more free to enjoy her self as she used me to please her self again. Not knowing when or if she will be a naught nurse again. Tho I am hoping I will not have to wait long for her to be free to be naughty again.

 

[AnotherDay1]

The van pulls into Jon's driveway and I park next to it. We get out and start unloading the stretcher from the van then roll it up to the front door. I unlock the door and get my things settled, then hold it open as the tech pushes it inside making sure not to topple it. once inside he makes sure I know how to operate the bed and we get it set up on the side of the living room. He also gets out a wheelchair from the van and leaves it by the door.

Luckily, Jon's house is mostly one level. It's a small cape with the master bedroom and bath on the main level. Upstairs is storage and an additional bedroom and there's a partially finished basement.

After the tech leaves I get the medicine organized in the kitchen and go through the refrigerator throwing out anything that has spoiled. once finished I walk to the living room to Jon's bed. He's still lying there peacefully as if completely unaware of the move.

"Hi Jon, it's me Anne. We're home now, for what that's worth. No more hospital. We can finally relax. I'm going to be staying with you most of the day, I'll be going home some nights to get my things and clean up, but I'll be here for you when you need me." I don't know what he hears since he doesn't react, but I tell myself he understands. "I'm going to get you cleaned up."

I gently remove the sheets from over him and peel the gown off his body exposing him, then I prepare a warm washcloth. This is the first time I can actually see his fully naked body. He's slender and fit, not too tall or muscular but clearly was in great shape. My eyes if course fixate on his cock which even soft is a healthy size. Not overly long but very thick, it's no wonder I was able to feel him through the sheets the night before.

With the washcloth I start patting over his head and face then move down his neck and shoulders, wringing it out then continuing on over his chest and stomach. When I get to his hips I skip his genitals and clean down his thighs, legs and feet. The I move over to his cock. With the damp cloth in hand I start rubbing it, pulling it up and down, cleaning thoroughly and with my other hand I massage his heavy balls, feeling every inch of him. This is normally just work, a part of the job, not something that would ever excite me, but with Jon I feel something in me starting to stir. As my hands work his shaft and balls, I noticed he's grown somewhat. He's not totally hard but he's definitely responded to the stimulation. I think to myself, 'maybe if I stimulate him more he'll react more.'

"Does this feel good Jon?" I ask, not expecting a response. "I want you to feel good and I want you to feel pleasure. I hope someday these sessions will bring you back to life."

With those words and the inability to control myself, I move my head down and softly kiss his tip. It's so thick, I wonder what my mouth could even hold. Opening wide I take his head into my mouth swirling my tongue over the tip. His cock twitches and I feel it's girth starting to materialize. 'its working, he feels it.' I say to myself.

My head bobs up and down as his cock fills my mouth, my hands siltill rubbing his balls. Slowly I push deeper feeling his cock start to hit my throat. I gaf slightly but push it down. I feel that I must do this, I must take him fully. And soon without too much effort I'm able to swallow him all the way to the base. I feel my throat bulging with his thick cock planted in it. I hold there for a moment then come up for air. Then I force it back down again. I know he's enjoying it, but am unsure if he's able to cum. I continue on for a few moments. With no orgasm yet from him, I pull my mouth off, kiss his head and slip the gown and sheets back on.