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Baran had heard the affirmation countless times, but it had a different ring coming from these women.
She knew that Dana was close to Dr. Robinavitch, but the head nurse had quickly become one of her greatest allies in the ED. She was smart, efficient, and caring, a real advocate for her patients. Baran had a little crush on her. The way that sultry, slightly rough voice sounded, giving orders and providing comfort and joking around. Once, Baran asked Dana if she could use her for a moment.
“Buy me dinner first,” she quipped, a little smirk on her lips. The doctor couldn't help but blush. Baran knew that it wouldn't be entirely unusual for a chief attending to go out with their charge nurse, should she be interested.
Baran would've liked to wine and dine Dana, take her to a nice, upscale place. But she could imagine the nurse being full of good suggestions, dives and local restaurants with a splendor of personality and delicious food. Dana seemed like a good conversationalist. She was full of stories, and Baran thought she might be comfortable enough to share some tales of her own. At the end of the night, Baran would ask if she wanted to come home with her.
“Yes, Doctor,” Dana would dutifully reply, a dark look in her wizened eyes.
Dana would be an unselfish lover. Baran would offer to take care of her, but the nurse would insist that she lay back and enjoy herself. The older woman had a sharp tongue, and the doctor could imagine it tracing over her skin. She would be spread wide for Dana, legs lifted. The nurse’s nose would pass through the dark hair of her mound, inhaling her scent.
“You smell so fucking good,” that husky voice would rasp.
Dana would kiss over her labia, her thumbs pulling apart the silky skin of Baran’s folds. She would reach down and grab that silvery blonde hair as the older woman’s tongue passed through her slit, lapping at her, sucking up her wetness. Baran knew that Dana would do it just the way she liked, fast and eager and deep. The nurse’s tongue would jab inside of her, fucking her open.
“Earth to Al-Hashimi?” Dana asked, amused as she caught Baran’s mind drifting through space. She forced a sheepish smile and resumed her duties as attending. Baran could most certainly be a responsible adult, as disappointed as she was that she didn’t get through her fantasy. She was just about to cum, too. She’d file that one away for later.
Baran cherished the opportunity to educate young physicians. Victoria would make a good doctor, she could tell. She had the knowledge, yes, but more importantly, she had the empathy. That was key to surviving the ED. Making the hospital a more diverse place allowed them to better serve their clientele. To that end, she had taken the med student under her wing. Baran knew that the young woman had plenty of people in her corner, but the doctor believed she could provide support without pressure. Whatever Victoria wanted to do with her license, Baran would be her cheerleader.
Unfortunately, she also found the young woman to be utterly adorable. She was so sweet faced and wide eyed. Baran wondered if she had ever been that young. In her mind, she had always been grown, serious, and responsible. Thank God, she hadn’t met her when she was 20. Baran would’ve torn her apart. She would’ve pinned that sweet girl to the wall, and tugged her bottom lip between her teeth until Victoria whimpered. Baran would’ve pushed her hand between the ingenue’s legs and grabbed her.
“You’re mine,” she would’ve whispered in the gentle girl’s ear. Victoria would've nodded enthusiastically, in the face of someone stronger, someone who would naturally dominate her.
“Yes, Doctor,” the med student loyally chirped, nodding along as Baran explained a procedure to her.
She had such a sweet, soft voice, and the doctor knew it would lilt beautifully as her nimble, skilled fingers slid over the plumpness of her cunt. Baran would stroke her in fast, tight circles, make her drip down her fingers. She would get Victoria nice and wet, slick enough that she could slide two fingers deep inside her. She knew that the girl was tight. She would close her legs around her arm as her little pussy throbbed. Baran bet she was just as soft on the inside. The doctor would take her apart surgically, work those fingers in and out until the girl was riding her hand.
“Thank you, Doctor,” Victoria would whine sweetly.
Baran’s fantasy had changed, now she was her real age, gray in her hair and wrinkles at her eyes. But her student was just as young and ripe as ever. Now that was something new. Baran wasn't sure she liked learning that about herself, that the age gap turned her on so much. But she knew it now regardless, and the fantasy continued to play in her head. Baran would smile and whisper soft, soothing words.
“You’re alright, you're safe, I’ve got you,” she would coo, like a proper mentor should.
At the same time, Baran would use her fresh cunt shamelessly. She would curl her long fingers into the spongy flesh of Victoria’s insides, press the tips into her g-spot. She would make the sweet little med student cry with pleasure, as her pussy gushed down her palm and onto her wrist. She wondered if Victoria was a squirter. She would be when Baran got through with her. She'd cause the enthusiastic, adorable girl to make a mess all over herself. When Baran was done, she'd suck the musky wetness off her fingers, just to make Victoria blush at the sight of it.
Of course, not all of her pupils were so friendly. Santos was brilliant, but she had a mouth on her. “Yes, Doctor,” she agreed bitterly, rolling her eyes behind Baran’s back.
“You’ve been very rude, Doctor Santos,” Baran would admonish her. Someone would have to temper her will. Baran was up for the job. She’d put Santos in her place. She'd grab a fistful of that lush dark hair and pull it taut, listen to the gasp that would escape those pouty lips.
“And what are you going to do about it?” Santos would scoff in reply. Baran would show the little brat.
She'd pull down her pants and her boxers to bare Santos's ass. Baran couldn't be blamed for staring at it as she walked by. The senior doctor would bring her hand down hard, listening to the clap of her cheeks. Santos would moan as her skin lit up bright red. But she had more fight in her than that.
Baran would have no choice but to spank her over and over again. She'd pull her hair, make Santos glare up at her. Baran would be unmoved. She'd stare down at her sternly, watch as Santos's lower lip trembled and her eyes became puffy and red with tears. Then she'd hit her ass harder, just to feel the jiggle of her soft skin. The older woman would move her hand down and strike her pussy lips with an open palm. That would make Santos cry, her red cunt gushing down her thighs. She'd whine and mewl, but she'd be too stubborn to give in. At least until Baran started slapping her cunt, making it swell as arousal trickled out of her like a river. Then she'd crack.
“I’m sorry, Doctor!” Santos would apologize emphatically. Baran would massage her swollen slit, teasing her clit until she came all over herself.
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” the little brat would sob. Then Baran would be content. She'd pull Santos tight against her and rock her body until all her tears fell away. The next time Santos mouthed off to her, Baran just smirked. If only she knew what was on the attending’s mind.
Kwon would be easier. She could be sarcastic, but she was gentle underneath it all. When she answered “yes, Doctor!”, Baran knew that she meant it. She would be a fun lay, pleasant and relaxed. The doctor didn't imagine Kwon would take things too seriously. They could just have a nice hookup.
“Yeah, I mean, if you want to,” Kwon would tell Baran. The older woman would bend her over, lift her leg. She knew that Kwon was fast on her feet, and she looked damn limber too. Baran bet she could bend her like a pretzel. She’d spread her ass cheeks open and admire the sight of her.
“Like what you see?” Kwon would ask, a smile audible in her voice.
“Yes, I very much do,” Baran would agree. She'd lean in and run her tongue over her asshole, feeling it tighten.
Baran would lick her up and down, watching her tight, dark hole hypnotically tense and relax. She'd listen to that pretty nasal voice moan out her name. The attending would happily give it to her. Baran would spit on her ass, and watch her greedy hole eagerly accept it inside. She'd press her tongue against the tight ring of muscle, forcing it open.
“Ohmigod, your TONGUE is inside my ass,” Kwon would squeal, and Baran would let out a low, amused hum against her rear.
The older woman would push her tongue as deep as it could go. She'd curl it inside, teasing Kwon’s nerves, making her pussy pulsate with arousal. Then, Baran would pull back and slip her tongue out. The student would gape a little, and she'd demand to have the doctor's tongue inside her again. Who was Baran to say no to that? She’d fuck Kwon with her tongue, drooling inside her. The more spit she worked up, the easier her tongue would move in and out. Baran bet she could make the gorgeous young woman cum without even touching her pussy. She'd lick and suck her cute little asshole until Kwon’s whole body shuddered with orgasmic pleasure.
Mohan was so anxious that she reminded Baran of herself at that age. She didn't miss the days when medicine was her whole world, and her whole body was tense with nervous energy. Baran wanted to help her relax. Though she was a consummate professional, Mohan had occasionally let slip that she wasn't getting any. Baran could fuck her through it. She'd put Mohan on her hands and knees.
“I’m not sure about this,” the younger woman would fret. Mohan’s face would be red, just the way it always got when she was flustered. She'd look gorgeous, her tight body stripped down for Baran.
“I am. You trust me, don’t you?” she’d ask sweetly.
“Yes, Doctor,” Mohan would agree, and her worries would all melt away as Baran slapped the head of her strap-on against her clit.
She’d bury the toy halfway inside Mohan’s tight, dark cunt, stretching her taut around the smooth shaft. Mohan would let out the prettiest moans for her, and Baran would grab onto her shoulders as she fucked her from behind. She'd rock her strong hips against that cute ass, making Mohan take her cock over and over again.
Mohan would grab the bed tight, and look back at her with that pleading expression. Baran would smack her ass as she barreled into her, listening to the sounds of her body. She knew the younger woman would be wet, the toy squishing against her insides. She would gasp and moan as Baran pounded her. The idea of watching her perky body bounce made the fantasy that much more exciting. She wanted to see her ass jiggle and her tits sway with every thrust. Baran would pound the tension out of her.
“Please, Doctor! G-Give me more, I need it,” Mohan would beg, and the good doctor would oblige.
She'd thrust into her harder and faster, soaking the strap-on in her arousal. Baran would fuck Mohan through her orgasm, until she was bone tired and panting like an animal. The older woman would have her legs shaking and her arms faltering, and she'd leave her laying prone, quietly thanking Baran for the attention in her delirious state of afterglow.
The hospital seemed to be absolutely full of women begging for attention. They had clearly been neglected, and Doctor Al-Hashimi was only glad that she had arrived in time. When was the last time someone had given Doctor King a break? She was wound up so tight that Baran thought she might snap. With her pouty face and her downbeat tone, the older woman just wanted to grab her and kiss her. She wanted to press her lips against the gentle curve of her breast. Baran would suck her nipple to a hard point, and it was difficult to imagine King moaning. She would make her moan, though. The older woman would beat her nipple back and forth with her tongue, and then lick down her belly. She'd give King what she deserved.
“Would you like me to eat you out?” Baran would ask delicately.
“Yes, Doctor,” the younger woman would reply, her voice low and shaky with excitement.
The attending would spread her thighs open. She wondered if King had a bush. She didn't seem like the type to shave. Baran’s hot breath would ruffle the blonde hair of her crotch, and then hit her bare cunt. That would send a shock through King's system. Not nearly as much as Baran licking her, though, tonguing her pussy. Her labia would swell with arousal, and Baran would admire the wetness dripping from her slit. The older woman would dutifully clean her off.
She had a feeling King liked her clit being played with. Maybe she'd even ask for it. “Can you, umm, stimulate my clitoris?” she'd request nervously.
Baran would smile and nod, obliging as ever. She'd run her tongue over her clit, and feel King's heartbeat under her skin. She'd slide her tongue up and down, each stroke faster than the last. King's cunt would be sticky with spit and arousal. Baran would close her soft lips over that throbbing clit and suck hard. Then King would be nice and noisy for her. The older woman would latch onto the nub and not let go, tormenting the adorable resident with her tongue. King would thrash, stars in her eyes as her body was seized by pleasure. She didn't imagine the younger woman was a squirter, but her cunt would tighten up satisfyingly, her clit giving a few hard pulses.
“Thank you, Doctor,” King would pant after, because she was polite like that.
Baran didn't entertain the notion that she would actually sleep with any of these women. Most of them were too young for her, and Doctor Al-Hashimi was such a stickler for the rules that she was uncertain about asking Dana out. But she was tempted sometimes. She could swear that a few of her employees were flirting with her. It seemed ridiculous. But the way McKay cooed “yes, Doctor” sounded a lot like she wanted to get in her pants. The brunette was around her age, and she had to imagine she was experienced. They could have fun together. Baran could picture being trapped in a supply closet with her, their lips pressed together. She imagined kissing her hotly, feeling her up through her ratty work clothes. Then again, a closet would hardly be enough room. She wanted to luxuriate with McKay in her bed. She wanted to be naked with her, and take in the sight of her beautiful body.
“Are you going to take me for a ride?” the brunette would ask playfully.
“I’m planning on it,” Baran would reply, a smirk on her lips. She would lock legs with her, and their skin would look beautiful side by side.
Baran wasn't sure who would lead. But she liked the idea of fucking McKay, seeing her calm, collected smirk melt into an expression of pure pleasure. She wanted to grind against her, to make their cunts kiss. She wanted to feel how wet and soft McKay could get. They’d both be soaked, and their pussies would slide over each other smoothly. Baran would thrust against her, driving her hips into the brunette’s creamy thighs. She would line up their clits and press down, squeezing every last little bit of delicious friction out of their position. The doctors would scissor, hot and fast and shameless. Baran only ever saw these women in the cooped up, sterile environment of the PTMC. She wanted to enjoy McKay, drink her in. All she wanted was for the brunette's loud, pitchy moans to drip down into her ears like honey. They’d ride each other until they were both bursting, squirting all over each other and onto the sheets. As she fantasized, she could almost feel the wetness pooling at her ass. That would be worth having to wash her sheets for.
“I love fucking you,” Baran would moan, and she'd catch a glimpse of McKay’s beautiful smile.
Baran stopped at her locker at the end of the day. She was tired and horny and she wanted to go home. As much as she loved being the ED’s supervising attending, even she got tired of work from time to time. Maybe she’d swipe through Tinder or call up her ex. McKay stopped at her own locker, which just happened to be right beside her.
“Are you headed home?” Baran asked with a warm smile. She always tried to create a positive environment in the PTMC, and she was genuinely fond of her employees.
“Yes, Doctor,” McKay answered, a twinkle in her eyes. Baran’s breath caught in her throat and she blinked. The resident grabbed her bag and headed for the door.
If only she knew what those two words did to Baran.