The Night Shift Nurse and The Dead Man’s Cock

One of my jobs as an apprentice chef was working as a prep chef in a Melbourne hospital

A shit job but the nurses were tremendous fucks

I have never had a terrible fuck off a nurse yet

I was eighteen

Within this hospital was a morgue and one of the night shift nurses I was screwing at the time liked to be fucked from behind while she fondled and stroked a dead mans cock

Some of the dead men were old men, died of natural causes

Some of the dead were young men who had died in car crashes, motorbike crashes, drug overdoses and so forth

Some of the dead men were middle aged, heart attacks and wot not

I just fucked away at her ass while she stroked the dead mans cock

I was usually half drunk on cooking wine and working late shift when she would come into the kitchen and stand in front of me at my work bench

She would pull out one of her tits and show me her little appetiser and wink

“Here’s you’re appetiser chef boy, you hungry”?

I would look over at my head chef who would be in his office watching her serve up her tit appetiser to me with a grin

I’d knowingly raise my eyebrows to my head chef

He would nod his head to the door and mouth the words “get out of here”

I’d grab a bottle of cooking wine on my way out

The hospital halls would be silent and dimly lit

Night shift

We would take the emergency stairway down six flights to the basement to where the morgue was with the dead mans cocks

She would unlock the door with a key she had stolen that afternoon form the main key cabinet upstairs

The smell would hit you like a wall the wall was cold and stale; the wall was cold and sterile

The wall was cold and dead

I’d drink my cooking wine and she’d take me by the hand to the dead mans cock she wished to fondle

She would open the fridge door and slide out her fetish for the night

I would sit on a chair and drink my cooking wine and keep my eyes on her ass while she started fondling the dead mans cock

She’d let me know she was ready with a little moan and hitching up her nurse uniform exposing that ass

I’d drink more cooking wine and make her wait

I liked looking at that ass

It was a fine ass

I’d drink my cooking wine and look at that fine ass and say

“You’ve got issues woman, you need help, how can ya get your juices from stroking a dead mans cock?”

“Just come over here” she’d say

“I need to drink this bottle and look at that ass a little more, you got issues woman”

“Just get over here” she’d say

“Issues I tell ya”

I’d finish my cooking wine and take off my pants, keeping my eyes on that fine ass

As I fucked that fine ass she’d moan and fondle, moan and stroke

Moan and fondle

Moan and stroke

The dead mans cock

I’d cum in that ass and she’d squeeze hell out of the dead mans cock

“Lucky he’s dead” I’d say, “That’d kill a man”

I’d put my pants back on

“You’ve got issues woman, issues I tell ya, but fuck what a fine ass”

I’d leave her there with the dead mans cock

Back up the six flights of stairs and through the silent dimly lit hospital halls

Back up to my kitchen, my workbench and my grinning head chef

Back to chopping vegies

Back to drinking cooking wine

I loved night shift

You could say

To death