{{user}} is wheeled into his room by {{char}}. "Hello {{user}} my name is {{char}} and I will be taking care of you from now on."
Ethan looks around the room familiarizing himself with what now will be the rest of his life. Unfortunately his children were unable to care for him due to some circumstances and in the end they admitted him into a retirement home. Ethan sighed lightly accepting his fate. At least my nurse is cute. Ethan thought to himself and eyed Marisol up and down without her noticing. "Thanks Marisol." He replied simply. For Ethan's age he was more than capable of living on his own, but that decision was not up to him. He was wheeled into the room, but Ethan was very fit and able to walk around without any assistance whatsoever. It was more the residential policy to be wheeled in so he reluctantly followed along.
"Oh it's no problem at all Mr. Ethan," Marisol replied with a kind smile on her face. "I am here to make sure you are comfortable and well taken care of during your stay." She wheeled him over to the bed, adjusting his position so that he can sit up comfortably before wheeling his chair close by.
Marisol noticed Ethan looking around the room and could tell that he might be feeling a bit overwhelmed or even sad about being here. "Don't worry too much," she said reassuringly. "This place may seem intimidating at first, but I promise you we have wonderful staff who are more than happy to help with anything you need." She paused for a moment, debating whether or not it was appropriate to continue. "And there's lots of other residents here just like you that make this place feel like home after a while."
Her eyes shifted to the corner of the room where an elderly gentleman sat in his wheelchair reading a newspaper. "See?" She pointed at him and winked at Ethan conspiratorially. "That man there, he used to be a bank robber back in his day!"
Ethan chuckled at that little fact. "Well, I suppose everyone has secrets," he said with amusement. He looked back at Marisol and smiled warmly. "I appreciate your kind words." That's when something came to mind. "Marisol?" he asked softly. "Would it be alright if I had some privacy? I think there are things in my bag that might help with..." He blushed slightly, feeling embarrassed but also hoping she wouldn't deny him.
"Of course!" Marisol replied with a smile, not the slightest bit fazed by the private matter. She wheeled his chair to one side of the room and gently helped him stand up, making sure he had his balance before she let go of the chair. "Just call me if you need anything," she added as she walked over to a small table near the window where her clipboard and cell phone sat.
Marisol returned to her original position beside Ethan's bed after grabbing some pillows and extra blankets from one of the empty dressers. "There you go, Mr. Ethan," she said as she plumped up his pillows. "You have plenty of privacy now." With that taken care of, Marisol busied herself by organizing the items on her clipboard, making sure all of Ethan's information was up-to-date and ready for the nurse who would be relieving her in a few hours.
As Marisol prepared the items on her clipboard and allowed him some privacy, Ethan was grateful. He sat down in the chair, looking around at the few belongings he had brought with him to the retirement home. Mostly clothes, a few pictures of his family when they were younger and some keepsakes that held special memories for him.
As she worked on her clipboard, Marisol couldn't help but keep an eye on Ethan from the corner of her eye. He seemed like a nice man and she truly wanted to make sure he was comfortable here at the retirement home. Suddenly, she felt guilty for not asking about what sort of activities or hobbies he enjoyed doing.
"Oh Mr. Ethan," Marisol called out casually, pretending to remember something important she had completely forgotten about earlier. "The nurse in charge told me that we have a few residents who enjoy playing cards and board games whenever they get the chance. Would you be interested in joining them?" She paused for a moment, wondering if this was an appropriate suggestion or not since he just mentioned privacy.
"That sounds nice actually," Ethan said, glancing over at Marisol and then back to his things. "Maybe just a game or two would help pass the time." He paused, thinking about it for a moment before deciding that he could trust her. "It's been so long since I've talked with anyone my own age though," he admitted with a soft laugh. "I might need some practice at being social again."
"Don't worry about that," Marisol assured him with a warm smile. "I'm sure everyone here was once in your shoes, and we're all more than happy to help you feel welcome and included." She put down her clipboard and walked over to his chair, leaning forward slightly so they could talk more comfortably without raising their voices.
"You know, if there's anything specific you'd like to do or try while you're here, don't hesitate to let me know," she continued. "I may not be able to grant every wish, but I can certainly see what we can arrange." Her eyes twinkled with genuine kindness and enthusiasm for the idea of making his stay at the retirement home as enjoyable as possible.
"In the meantime though," she added, "why don't you go ahead and get settled in? There's no rush to join the card game group just yet; we can always find some time later today or tomorrow if that works better for you." Marisol reached out her hand toward Ethan as if inviting him back into their conversation. "And if there's anything else you need before then, don't hesitate to let me know."
Thanking her with a nod and smile, he placed the few items back into his bag after taking out what he needed. It was reassuring to know that there were people here who cared and wanted him to feel at home. Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all. As Marisol continued to chat with him about various activities and possibilities, Ethan found himself beginning to look forward to his time here at the retirement home. Eventually the pager on Marisol's person rang and she looked at her watch. "I'll be right back Mr. Ethan I have another patient that needs my assistance."
"I'll be back to check on you in about an hour. Feel free to unpack your things, watch TV or even take a nap if you like. Just call me when you need anything." With a final smile, she left the room, closing the door gently behind her.
As Marisol led herself down the hall toward the patient she'd been paged about earlier, she couldn't help but think back to her conversation with Ethan. It was heartwarming to see him starting to feel more at ease here at the retirement home. She hoped that in time he would come to consider this place his home too.
Upon reaching the patient's room, Marisol quickly assessed the situation and got to work tending to their needs. Even though it was her job as a CNA, she found joy in being able to help those who were less fortunate than herself. It made her feel like she was making a difference in someone's life, however small that might be.
Marisol was in charge of the left wing if the building. There were other nurses up and about but for the most part Marisol solely took care of this wing single handedly. All of the other nurses were very impressed with her work and always wondered how she was able to manage so many patients at once, but no one ever bothered to actually check up on her since she was doing so well. Marisol was paged to another patients room and she quickly made her way over to assist. "How are you feeling today Mr. Bradley?" Marisol asked as she entered the elderly man's room. "I need to change." Mr. Bradley snapped in a grumpy tone at Marisol. "Of course, I can help you with that." Marisol answered politely and walked toward Mr. Bradley. As she got closer she realized the situation immediately. "Would you perhaps prefer to wash up Mr. Bradley?" She asked with her head tilted to the side. Mr. Bradley grunted and nodded without much of a reply. "Let's get you to the bath, sir." Marisol said as she skillfully led Mr. Bradley into the bathroom inside his room. She helped take off his clothes and sat him on the bathtub stool and began to wash his body. As she washed his body Mr. Bradley started to feel aroused from the touch of such a beautiful young woman. His cock stiffened and grew in length. Marisol also noticed, but it was normal for her. She changed elderly men's diapers, and helped them shower all the time so seeing such a reaction was nothing new. Marisol continued on with her job and washed Mr. Bradley.
As she helped Mr. Bradley wash up, Marisol couldn't help but feel a bit awkward about his reaction. It wasn't uncommon for the elderly residents to become aroused during these intimate moments, but it still made her feel slightly uncomfortable nonetheless. She tried her best not to think too much about it and focused on making sure he was clean and comfortable.
Once they finished up in the bathroom, Marisol helped Mr. Bradley into a fresh pair of pajamas before tending to any other needs he might have had. "There you go, sir," she said with a smile as she brushed his wet hair back from his forehead. "All clean and nice now." As she stood by his bedside, she glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that there was still some time left before her next task.
"You know, Mr. Bradley," Marisol began hesitantly, "I've been meaning to ask if you'd like me to help you with anything special this week." She knew he enjoyed watching movies and sometimes even played cards or board games with some of the other residents, but she wanted to make sure she was offering something that would specifically interest him.
Mr. Bradley looked up at her with a grumpy expression but didn't say anything right away. After a moment of silence, he sighed and shifted uncomfortably in his bed before responding gruffly, "I don't know, kid... you got any naughty magazines or something like that?" His cheeks flushed red as soon as the words left his mouth, but Marisol didn't miss a beat.
"Oh Mr. Bradley," Marisol chuckled, trying not to make it too obvious that she was surprised by his request. "I'm sorry, I don't have anything like that here at the retirement home." She bit her lower lip thoughtfully before continuing, her face flushing slightly from embarrassment and maybe a hint of excitement as well. "But... if it really means that much to you, I could try and see what I can find. It might take some time though, since we're not allowed to bring those kinds of things onto the premises without permission."
Mr. Bradley seemed surprised by her offer, but he nodded slowly in agreement. "Yeah... sure kid. If you could try and find something like that for me, I'd appreciate it." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "You know, just to help pass the time..." His eyes drifted downward towards his lap, causing Marisol to blush even harder as she averted her gaze.
"I'll see what I can do, Mr. Bradley," she said with a reassuring smile before glancing at the clock again. There was still time left in her shift and now she had an excuse to step out of the retirement home for a bit if needed. "Actually kid, I have another idea." Mr. Bradley began as he fidgeted with his crotch while he sat on the bed. "I wouldn't want you to risk your job for an old perv like me. So instead of bringing in magazines and risk getting caught smuggling them in, what if you were the one to help me out?"
Marisol was a bit caught off guard, but his logic did have some sense to it. After all Mr. Bradley was being so thoughtful and was worried about Marisol's employment and came up with an alternative solution. Marisol also greatly cared for her patients and wanted to make sure she could take care of them any way possible. "It'll be like changing my diapers, or giving me a bath." Mr. Bradley added, trying to convince Marisol futher.
Marisol thought about it for a moment before slowly nodding her head in agreement. "All right, Mr. Bradley," she said with a nervous laugh. "I'll do my best to help you out." She didn't really know what this meant or how far she should take it, but as long as she wasn't violating any rules and Mr. Bradley was comfortable with it... Marisol knew that her patients came first above all else.
"I'll see if I can make some time tonight to come back and check on you," she continued, wanting to sound professional and reassuring even though they had just discussed something quite intimate. "In the meantime, is there anything else you need or want me to do before then?" As she waited for his response, her heart raced a mile a minute but she tried not to let it show on her face.
Mr. Bradley grinned wickedly and whispered something into Marisol's ear. "Just that..." He replied with a smirk as he winked at her, causing her to blush even harder in response.
"Of course I understand," Marisol said with a shaky breath, her cheeks flushing even more. "I'll see you later then." She quickly turned around and made her way out of the room, trying to compose herself as she headed back down the hall towards her other patients. As much as it embarrassed her to be discussing such intimate matters with Mr. Bradley, she couldn't help but feel a small thrill running through her veins at the thought of helping him out in this way.
The rest of her shift passed by in a blur as she tended to her other patients and tried not to think too much about what was going to happen later that night with Mr. Bradley. But even amidst all the chaos, her mind kept drifting back to him and what he had asked her to do...and what she had agreed to do in return.
With only a few minutes left before her shift ended, Marisol began gathering her things, making sure everything was properly put away and ready for the next day. As much as she wanted to get back to Mr. Bradley, she knew that there were protocols and procedures that needed to be followed first.
Sighing softly, she finished up and headed over to the nurse's station to sign out, making sure her supervisor was aware of any unusual events or situations during her shift so far. Once everything was taken care of and it was time for her to leave, she glanced down at her watch nervously before heading back towards Mr. Bradley's room...and whatever awaited her there.
As she entered Mr. Bradley's room, Marisol felt a mixture of anticipation and nervousness wash over her. He lay there in his bed, eyes closed and breathing deeply as if already imagining the ways she could help him. She crossed the room with gentle steps, her heart racing as she reached his side.
"I hope I'm not too late," she whispered softly, not wanting to wake any of the other residents nearby. Mr. Bradley opened his eyes slowly, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he took in her appearance.
"Oh, you're right on time," he breathed, his voice low and husky. "Now show me what you've got." Without further prompting, Marisol began to undress him, slowly revealing his pale, wrinkled skin beneath her hands. As she unbuttoned his pajama top and pulled it off, she revealed his aroused state clearly visible. Her cheeks flushed red in response, but she didn't falter in her actions.
With practiced ease, Marisol guided Mr. Bradley's erection into her mouth, taking him deep as he groaned loudly. She began to bob her head up and down his length, teasing and pleasuring him while he moaned and squirmed beneath her. Her own arousal grew along with his excitement, but she refused to let it interfere with her duties.
As Marisol continued to satisfy Mr. Bradley's desires, her fingers danced across his chest, tracing circles around his nipples and teasing them until they hardened beneath her touch. He gasped loudly into her mouth before muttering hoarsely for her to stop. Confused but willing to obey, she pulled
her fingers away and gazed up at him with concern. He panted, struggling to catch his breath as he stared back down at her. "I'm sorry," he managed to get out between gasps. "Just... just wanted to make sure I was the only one enjoying it." A sheepish grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he admitted this, and Marisol couldn't help but smile back warmly.
Gently, she began stroking his chest again, moving her hand lower until she reached his stomach. She traced lazy circles around his belly button before dipping a finger down between his legs to tease him once more. As Marisol continued to pleasure Mr. Bradley in this intimate way, he relaxed and moaned louder with each passing moment.
"That's it," he murmured hoarsely, arching into her touch as she expertly brought him closer to climax. "Just... just like that." His body tensed and he let out a loud groan as release washed over him, spilling across her hand and wrist in hot bursts. She kept stroking him until he'd quieted once more, panting heavily but finally relaxing back into the bed.
Carefully, Marisol withdrew her fingers from him, using a nearby washcloth to clean up any remaining evidence of their encounter before disposing of it properly. Once everything was back in order, she helped Mr. Bradley get comfortable again and adjusted his covers. "There you go," she whispered softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "All taken care of."
Before he could say anything else, Marisol turned on her heel and quietly left the room, making sure to close the door behind her without anyone noticing.
The next day Ethan walked around the retirement home with ease. Ethan was very fit despite his age and could walk around without any assistance from a cane, walker, wheelchair, or anything of the sort. Some would even think why he was in assisted living when he clearly needed no assistance, but everyone's circumstances were different. As Ethan walked down the hallway he spotted Marisol leaving Mr. Bradley's room in the middle of the day. She seemed to be wiping her mouth as she walked towards Ethan. "Hello Marisol." Ethan greeted her with a friendly smile. Marisol was stunned at the sudden appearance of Ethan and gulped as if she was swallowing something. "H-hello Mr. Ethan." Marisol waved a little flustered.
"Oh, hi there," he responded with a polite smile. "I was just going to get some fresh air, if you'd like to join me? It's such a beautiful day outside." Ethan glanced at Marisol out of the corner of his eye, noticing her slightly flustered demeanor and wondering what could be causing it. She seemed to have been caught off guard by their encounter, but he couldn't help feeling like there was something more going on here.
"Uh... well, uh..." Marisol stammered, unsure of what to say or how to react. She glanced back at Mr. Bradley's door before quickly regaining her composure and meeting Ethan's gaze once more. "I-I suppose that would be nice," she finally managed to get out. "Lead the way."
As they walked outside together, Marisol found herself grateful for the opportunity to get some fresh air and clear her head a bit. It seemed strange talking with Ethan like this, though; up until now, their interactions had been strictly professional, with him being a patient and all. But now... she wasn't sure what kind of role he wanted her to play in his life at the retirement home.
"So," Marisol began hesitantly, trying to make small talk as they strolled along the courtyard pathway, "how are you adjusting to life here so far?" Her question felt awkward and forced, but it was better than saying nothing at all.
Ethan:Ethan smiled warmly and found himself instantly more at ease with Marisol now that they were outside of Mr. Bradley's room. "I've been doing quite well, actually," he replied as they walked slowly side by side. "The other residents are all so nice and I feel like everyone here is really invested in making my stay as comfortable and enjoyable as possible." He glanced at Marisol out of the corner of his eye, unsure if she knew about her role in that process or not.
"And what about you?" he asked curiously. "Do you find working here rewarding? It must be quite a responsibility taking care of all these people." There was genuine interest in Marisol's well-being behind his words, and she seemed to sense it
"I'm adapting pretty well." Ethan responded, "The staff is friendly and I've already introduced myself to the other residents. These old coots are quite the characters." Ethan laughed as they strolled down the walkway together. "I can't help but notice that there are only men in this ward though, and that you are the only nurse I've seen work in this wing." Ethan said making an observation. "You must be understaffed and exhausted taking care of all these patients. Do you enjoy being an CNA?" "Oh, absolutely," she said with conviction. "Taking care of the residents here is not just my job; it's my passion. I feel like I'm making a difference in their lives every day, even if it's something small like changing their sheets or helping them bathe." She paused for a moment before adding thoughtfully, "And there are moments like last night... when I get to do more than just help someone feel clean again." Her cheeks flushed slightly at her admission, but Ethan didn't quite understand what she meant at the time.
Ethan smiled gently at her words and reached out to place his hand on hers, giving it a comforting squeeze. "I'm glad to hear that," he said sincerely. "And I want you to know that if there's ever anything I can do to help make your job easier or better, please don't hesitate to ask." He let go of her hand but kept his gaze locked on hers, letting her know that he meant what he said.
As they continued walking and talking, Marisol began to feel more at ease with Ethan. It was clear that he was not like the other men she had met in this wing; there was something genuine about him, a kindness and understanding that went beyond his years. She found herself looking forward to their conversations, even if they did sometimes lead back to the more... intimate subjects of their previous discussion.
"Thank you, Mr. Ethan," she replied gratefully. "I appreciate your support." Marisol couldn't help but wonder what kind of effect her newfound friendship with Ethan would have on her work and her life at the retirement home. But for now, she was simply happy to enjoy this brief moment of companionship and the sense of camaraderie they shared.
Ethan and Marisol went their separate ways as duty called for Marisol and she had to attend to the other patients. Ethan reassured Marisol that he would be perfectly fine as she apologized for leaving him, and continued to roam around. Marisol went through her daily checklist and her shift went on as usual. She scampered around the left wing of the retirement home going in and out of various patients' rooms taking care of every single one of their needs. It was Mr. Bradley's time for assistance now and Marisol found herself in front of his room again. She entered like normal, "Hello Mr. Bradley what can I do for you today?"
"Oh nothing much, just wanted to know how you were doing," she smiled warmly as she set aside the clean laundry basket and sat on the bed next to him. Mr. Bradley grinned back at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Would you mind giving me another bath?" he whispered slyly in her ear, making her blush even harder than before. "I know you gave me one yesterday, but I think I need to wash up after last night."
"W-well," she stammered, looking away for a moment as her cheeks burned redder still. "I mean... you're supposed to only get a bath once every couple days or if you absolutely need it, but I suppose you're right. You do need one." Her heart raced as they exchanged knowing glances.
Marisol helped Mr. Bradley back into the bathroom located in his room and shut the door behind her once they were both in. She stripped him of his clothes revealing his erection right in front of her face once again. "Can you thoroughly clean this as well?" Mr. Bradley asked stroking his erection slowly in front of Marisol. "O-of course Mr. Bradley." Marisol nodded a bit hesitantly, but remembered Mr. Bradley's words. It's just like changing his diapers. It's just like giving him a bath. she thought to herself and began to clean Mr. Bradley
As Marisol continued to wash and scrub Mr. Bradley's body, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of intimacy between them. It was as if they had formed a special bond over their unique arrangement, and despite the taboo nature of it all, there was an undeniable comfort in being able to help him this way.
She moved lower on his body, her fingers dancing around his engorged member. With each stroke, he groaned louder, thrusting against her hand in pleasure. Marisol felt herself growing aroused as well, but she forced the feelings aside, determined not to let this get out of hand.
As she rinsed the last of the soap from his skin, she noticed a newfound respect and admiration for Mr. Bradley. Despite his age and his circumstances, he managed to find joy in life and hadn't lost touch with his desires. And while some might view her actions as unprofessional or even wrong, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the trust that he had placed in her.
"There we go," she said softly as she helped him out of the tub, drying him off carefully before wrapping a warm towel around his hips. "All clean and fresh." Mr. Bradley smiled warmly at her, and for a moment, it seemed like he was seeing her not just as a caretaker but as a friend. It was an unspoken understanding that bound them together in this strange new world within the retirement home.
"Not quite done yet kiddo." Mr. Bradley sighed as he swayed his hips, his erection swaying back and forth in full length. "Still one last thing to do." Marisol stared at the throbbing cock in front of her and knelt down in front of him, her fingers wrapping around his member.
As she wrapped her lips around his length once more, Marisol felt the familiar thrill of power and control course through her veins. She began to bob her head up and down in rhythm with his moans, her hands massaging his balls as she took him deeper into her mouth with each pass. The erotic sounds echoing around them filled the room, drowning out any outside noises as they succumbed to their mutual desires.
With each stroke of her tongue and flicker of her fingers, Mr. Bradley moaned louder, his hips thrusting forward in search of greater pleasure. Marisol was more than happy to oblige, using every bit of skill she had learned from watching porn videos on her phone to make sure he reached the peak of satisfaction.
As he neared climax, Mr. Bradley gripped the sheets tightly and arched his back off the bed, thrusting into Marisol's mouth with renewed vigor. She struggled to keep up, her lips stretching taut as she took him deeper than ever before. Finally, with a shout that echoed through the room, he exploded in her mouth, hot cum filling her throat and shooting down her esophagus like lava from a volcano.
She swallowed it all greedily, not wanting to waste even a drop of his pleasure. As she pulled back and licked her lips, Marisol looked up at Mr. Bradley with satisfaction written all over her face. "Was that enough?" she asked breathlessly, feeling more connected to him than ever before.
Mr. Bradley smiled down at her, his face flushed and his breath coming in ragged gasps. "That was... more than enough," he gasped. "You're such a good girl..." His voice trailed off as he drifted off into a satisfied sleep, spent from their encounter. Marisol watched him for a moment longer before standing up and straightening her clothes. There were still several hours left in her shift, but the rest of it seemed to pale in comparison to what they had just shared.
As she tidied up Mr. Bradley's room and made sure he was comfortable once more, Marisol couldn't help but feel a sense of pride mixed with confusion about what she had just done. On one hand, she knew that this arrangement between them was technically against the rules; on the other, it felt so natural and right. She wondered if perhaps they could continue like this without anyone ever finding out. After all, Mr. Bradley was one of her residents; of course she would want to make sure he was happy and well taken care of.
With a final glance at him asleep in his bed, Marisol silently promised herself that she would do whatever it took to ensure their little secret stayed safe...and to keep Mr. Bradley satisfied.
As the day went on, Ethan continued to observe Marisol with interest. He was impressed by her dedication to her job and her ability to maintain a friendly demeanor even when faced with difficult situations. However, it wasn't until he caught sight of them together in Mr. Bradley's room that he began to understand the true nature of their relationship.
Ethan didn't say anything about what he had seen; he knew that it wasn't his place to interfere with the personal lives of staff members or patients alike. But as he watched them together, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of disbelief and confusion. He wondered if perhaps there was more going on between Marisol and Mr. Bradley than met the eye.
As the days went by, Ethan found himself gravitating towards Marisol even more, seeking her out during his free time to engage in casual conversation or simply share a smile across the room. He knew that his advances might not be welcomed, given their professional relationship and the obvious connection she had with Mr. Bradley, but he couldn't help himself. She was simply too irresistible.
It was the end of Marisol's shift and again she was asked for a special request by Mr. Bradley. She was determined to make sure her patients were taken care of to the best of her abilities and made her way to his room. Ethan quietly waited out of Marisol's sight as he watched her enter Mr. Bradley's room. The door shut behind her as she walked in, and Ethan stood on the other side of the door listening intently. "Hello Mr. Bradley." Marisol greeted as she walked over to his bed side. Mr. Bradley grinned mischievously at Marisol as his pajama buttons were already undone in preparation for tonight. "I'd like to try something new tonight." Mr. Bradley said as he sat on the edge of his bed. "I want to use your breasts." He whispered into her ear as his wrinkled erection throbbed in front of Marisol.
"Oh..." was all that came out of Marisol's mouth as she stood there in shock, staring at Mr. Bradley's wrinkled member. She knew that this was going to happen eventually; they had been building up to it with each of their secret encounters. But hearing him ask for it directly...it felt different somehow. Her cheeks flushed red, and she could feel herself blushing from head to toe.
Taking a deep breath, Marisol slowly undid her uniform top and let it fall to the floor. She then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it join her top on the ground. Her pale breasts were now exposed for Mr. Bradley to see, their rosy nipples erect with arousal. With shaking hands, she reached out and cupped them in her palms, presenting them to him.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" she asked nervously, looking up at his face for some sign of reassurance. Mr. Bradley grinned lasciviously and nodded his head, taking hold of one breast in each hand as he began massaging them gently through her bra. Marisol closed her eyes, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the touch.
Ethan's words echoed in her mind as she felt Mr. Bradley take hold of her breasts and begin to massage them through her bra. She opened her eyes, surprised to see him staring at her intently, his gaze filled with desire and gratitude. For a moment, they locked eyes; their connection undeniable despite the years between them. It was as if he could sense Ethan's presence outside the door, or perhaps even feel him there with them in some strange, unspoken way.
As Mr. Bradley continued to caress her breasts, Marisol found herself growing more aroused by the second. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if Ethan were here too, sharing in this forbidden pleasure with them. The thought sent a wave of heat through her body, making her nipples harden even further as she imagined his touch on her skin.
With each passing moment, the line between reality and fantasy became blurred; she could almost believe that Ethan was there with them in that room, watching as Mr. Bradley explored her body for the first time since she had revealed herself to him. It felt wrong on so many levels, but at the same time...it felt right. As if this were how it was meant to be all along.
As the fantasy continued to play out in her mind, Marisol's breath grew shallow and rapid. Mr. Bradley looked up at her face, his eyes filled with lust as he realized that she was nearing climax just from his touch. He took hold of one hand and guided it downwards, pressing it against the bare skin of her breast over her bra.
"Fuck..." Marisol groaned, arching her back off the bed as her fingers dug into his forearm. Her other hand reached up to grip the back of Mr. Bradley's head, pulling him closer as she ground herself against his touch. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before; raw and primal in its intensity.
Her vision began to cloud over with pleasure, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the feelings coursing through her body. It almost seemed as if Ethan were there beside them, sharing in this moment of intimacy between herself and Mr. Bradley, his warm breath caressing her neck and sending shivers down her spine.
"That's it..." she gasped, her hips bucking wildly as the orgasm crashed over her like a wave, leaving her spent and satisfied in its wake. For a moment, she was still caught between reality and fantasy; unsure of where one ended and the other began. All she knew was that in this instant, with Mr. Bradley's hand on her breast and Ethan's presence haunting her every thought, there was nowhere else she would rather be.
Eventually, the fog cleared from her mind, and Marisol found herself looking up at Mr. Bradley with a mixture of awe and gratitude in her eyes. Mr. Bradley proceeded with their act of taboo and wrapped both of Marisol's breasts around his cock, the heat radiating onto her chest.
As he thrust upwards, hard and forceful, Marisol arched her back off the bed, her breath coming out in short gasps as she moaned in ecstasy. His wrinkled skin slid against hers, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the sensation. It was almost as if Ethan were there with them, his presence tangible and real in this forbidden act they were sharing.
She closed her eyes tightly, trying to hold onto the feelings, the moments that seemed to stretch on forever but were, in reality, fleeting and ephemeral. As Mr. Bradley's pace increased and their bodies moved in unison, Marisol felt a strange sense of closeness with both men; like they had formed an unspoken bond through this shared experience.
With a final thrust that sent shivers down her spine, Mr. Bradley cried out in release, his body tense as he buried himself deep within the folds of Marisol's breasts. She felt the warmth of his seed splash against her skin, marking her in a way that went far beyond the physical. It was a sign that she had given them both something precious: a connection that transcended age and circumstance, a moment of intimacy that would stay with them forever, regardless of what tomorrow might bring.
As Mr. Bradley's breathing slowed to a ragged gasp and he leaned forward on shaking arms, Marisol helped lay him back into bed. She cleaned the cum off her chest and face and dressed herself. Ethan who was on the other side of the door could already guess what had happened and he quietly made his way back to his room before Marisol even left Mr. Bradley's room. Ethan knew what was going on, and he wanted a piece of it too.
As the night continued, Ethan found himself unable to shake off the images that had assaulted his senses when he listened in on Marisol and Mr. Bradley. The thought of her breasts being touched, caressed, even used by another man sent a wave of jealousy crashing through him like a tidal wave. But there was something else as well; Marisol has quite the caring character and it was within her character to make sure all of her patients were taken care of. Ethan nodded knowing that this was what had happened. After getting to know Marisol so well, she was a gullible kid who cared for her patients dearly. There was no other reason for her to be doing what she was doing unless some perverted old man tricked her into thinking it was part of her job.
The next day came and Marisol continued with her daily duties. She had no idea Ethan knew about the special requests that Mr. Bradley had been asking, and she had no idea Ethan was outside of the room last night listening in on their acts. Marisol entered Ethan's room. "Good morning Mr. Ethan." Marisol smiled warmly as Ethan was already up and stretching. He only had his pajama pants on as he stood in the middle of the room doing his daily stretches. His upper body was that of a V-taper. He was very fit for his age, it was as if he was still in his late forties or early fifties. Marisol stared for a moment but caught herself before he noticed. She blushed covering her mouth as she began tidying up the room. "I-is there anything I can help you with today?"
Ethan cleared his throat. "No thanks, I'm all good." He smiled at her and walked over to sit on the edge of his bed. "How are things lately Marisol?" he asked casually.
"Things have been good." Marisol smiled back at him, trying to hide her nervousness about their conversation last night. "I've been working hard taking care of everyone here and making sure they're comfortable. It can be challenging sometimes but it's also very rewarding knowing that I'm making a difference in people's lives." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, her voice lowering almost to a whisper. "I...I guess you could say that I have some special requests from Mr. Bradley from time to time."
Ethan raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Special requests, huh?" he said carefully, not wanting to sound accusatory but clearly curious about what she meant by that. Marisol felt her face flush with heat again and looked down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze. "It's nothing too serious," she stammered, her voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the ventilation system. "Just...little things he needs me to do from time to time."
Ethan considered this for a moment before nodding slowly. "I see..." was all he said, his expression unreadable as they continued to look at each other. Marisol wished she could explain everything to him; that he would understand why she did what she did and not think of it as wrong or immoral. But she couldn't risk losing her job over something like this...not when Mr. Bradley depended on her so much.
With a final apologetic smile, Marisol excused herself from the room, her cheeks burning hot with shame and guilt. As soon as she was gone, Ethan let out a long sigh and leaned back against his pillows, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to make sense of everything that had just transpired between them.
As Marisol's shift was coming to a close she clocked herself out and began walking toward Mr. Bradley's room for yet another special request. The requests were becoming more frequent lately, and Marisol had a sense of duty to make sure he was taken care of. "Hello Mr. Bradley." Marisol said quietly as she entered his private quarters. Mr. Bradley laid in bed naked with his erection standing straight up, waiting for release. Marisol stared at his cock as it twitched and swayed. "How can I help you today?" she asked as she stood at his bedside.
Mr. Bradley let out a shuddery breath. "I-I need you to suck on that." He gestured weakly toward his erection, his face flushed with desire and embarrassment. Marisol hesitated for only a moment before moving closer to the bed, carefully kneeling beside him. She reached out slowly, her fingertips brushing lightly against the warm, velvety skin of his cock.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself. "It's...a lot to ask."
Mr. Bradley closed his eyes and exhaled raggedly through his nostrils. "Please..." he muttered, the word little more than a sigh of resignation. "I can't...I just need it so bad..." His hand reached up to grab her hair, pulling gently on the loose strands as if urging her closer.
Taking a deep breath, Marisol opened her mouth and engulfed his cock. The head slid easily past her lips, filling her mouth with the hot, salty taste of him. Mr. Bradley groaned deeply as she began to move up and down his length, sucking and licking hungrily. His hands gripped tightly at the sheets on either side of him, pulling her closer with each thrust of his hips.
As she took him deeper into her mouth, Marisol couldn't help but wonder how much longer they could keep this up. She knew that their secret was bound to come out eventually, and the thought filled her with equal parts terror and determination. For now, though, there was only this moment; the feel of his cock sliding between her lips and the knowledge that she was the one thing he truly needed in this. As Marisol continued to bob her head up and down Mr. Bradley's shaft time past and nothing happened. She pulled away from Mr. Bradley and looked at him with confusion. "Is something the matter Mr. Bradley?" She asked, looking at him as he wore a mischievous grin. "I think I need more stimulation...Perhaps..." Mr. Bradley said as he placed his hand on Marisol's ass, grabbing a handful of her cheek and pulling her closer to the bed.
The feel of his hand on her ass sent shivers down Marisol's spine. She looked at him with a mixture of desire and trepidation as he pulled her closer. "Perhaps...you mean you want me to touch myself?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. Mr. Bradley nodded his head vigorously, his eyes fixed on her lips as if willing them to speak the words that would release him from this intense desire.
Taking a deep breath, Marisol slowly began to touch herself, sliding two fingers inside her wetness. Her hips bucked off the bed instinctively, seeking contact with something other than her own hand. As she continued to stroke herself, faster and harder, she moved closer to the edge of the bed, leaving just enough room for Mr. Bradley to see what she was doing.
His cock twitched in response, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach as he watched her touch herself. Marisol glanced at him from the corner of her eye, feeling a sense of power and control that she had never experienced before. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once; the thought of losing this connection to Mr. Bradley, or worse yet, getting caught in the act, sent a shiver down her spine.
But for now, she could ignore those fears and focus on the here and now: the feel of his hand on her ass, the taste of him filling her mouth, and the knowledge that she was the only one who could make him feel this way. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his stomach as she continued to touch herself, their breath mingling in the air between them.
With a sharp cry, Marisol's body tensed and convulsed around her fingers. Marisol panted heavily as she laid atop Mr. Bradley. His cock throbbing right in front of her face, his pre cum dripping from the tip. "I still need to release Marisol." Mr. Bradley said as he stroked her hair. "Maybe it would help if you put it in?" He suggested smiling at her.
Marisol looked at him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to compose herself. Part of her wanted nothing more than to give him what he asked for; it was such an intimate act, and she knew how much it meant to him. But another part of her recoiled at the thought, afraid of crossing that line and potentially ruining everything they had built together.
Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out with trembling fingers and guided his cock toward her mouth. Her lips parted as she took him inside, the head brushing against the back of her throat as he filled her completely. She could feel him twitch against the roof of her mouth, his balls drawn tight against her chin. For a moment, they were connected; their bodies speaking a language that transcended words and time itself.
As she continued to suck and stroke him with her tongue, Marisol closed her eyes, feeling a rush of both pleasure and guilt coursing through her body. It was so wrong on so many levels, but at the same time...it felt right. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, sharing this moment together despite everything that stood between them.
Marisol's mouth was becoming sore as she continued to suck on Mr. Bradley's cock. "I need your other lips." Mr. Bradley groaned as if in pain. He acted as if he was in distress, his erection needed to be released and Marisol was the only one who could do this for him.
With shaking hands, Marisol reached down between their bodies and began to stroke him gently with her fingers. The soft skin of his cock was hot against her touch as she slid her hand up and down the length of it, matching her movements with the rhythm of her sucking. Her other hand found its way to his lower stomach, splaying out against the warm skin there as she leaned forward, taking him deeper into her mouth.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she continued to pleasure Mr. Bradley; a mixture of relief and desire coursing through her veins. She could feel herself growing closer to the edge again, her own release barreling down on her with every stroke of his cock against the back of her throat.
As Marisol teetered on the brink of ecstasy, she looked up at Mr. Bradley's face, searching for some sign that he was close as well. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut and his head thrashed from side to side against the pillow; his hands gripping hers so tightly it hurt. It was a primal display of desire and need, and for a moment, she couldn't help but feel powerful; like she was the only one who could give him what he wanted.
"It's not working." Mr. Bradley groaned, suggesting something more. Mr. Bradley wanted more and he wasn't going to stop until he got it. "I need even more stimulation Kid."
Taking a deep breath, Marisol leaned forward and pressed her tits against his stomach, feeling the heat from his body through her thin blouse. "I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel good, Mr. Bradley." Her voice was soft and trembling with desire as she reached down between their bodies once more. With shaking fingers, she guided his cock toward her entrance, feeling the head press against her wet folds.
Mr. Bradley's eyes flew open wide as Marisol lowered herself onto his erection, taking him inside in one smooth motion. The sensation of being filled by her was almost overwhelming; hot and tight and so damn good. She began to ride him slowly at first, using her hips to stroke up and down his length as she kept their connection intact.
Her breasts jiggled with each movement, slapping against his stomach as they grinded together in time with the rhythm of their bodies. With every thrust deep inside her, Marisol could feel him getting closer; the tension building inside him threatening to explode at any moment. She wanted nothing more than to be the one to release that tension, to make him feel the same waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
As they moved together faster and harder, their breath became ragged and labored. Marisol arched her back off the bed, her eyes squeezing shut as she felt herself starting to lose control. Mr. Bradley's hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements as he tried to hold on for just a little longer; desperate for the release that she alone could give him.
With one final thrust deep inside her, Marisol cried out as her body convulsed around him. Her walls squeezed around his cock, sucking everything he had to offer.
As the tension in his body released, Mr. Bradley's eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a hoarse groan as she milked every last drop of pleasure from him. His cock throbbed inside her, filling her completely before pulsing once more, spilling his seed onto her stomach.
Marisol collapsed on top of him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the aftershocks of their orgasms washed over her. Her cheeks flushed with heat and she felt a strange mix of relief and guilt course through her veins. They had crossed yet another line tonight, but somehow it didn't feel quite as wrong this time around. She laid there for what seemed like hours, lost in the warmth of his skin and the lingering taste of him on her lips.
Finally, she gathered enough strength to push herself up onto her elbows, taking his spent cock with her. "I should clean you up." She whispered, looking down at him. He seemed so vulnerable now; deflated and exhausted from their shared experience.
With gentle hands, Marisol cleaned up the mess they had made together, careful not to spill even a single drop. When she was finished, she slipped off the bed and straightened her clothes before looking at Mr. Bradley one last time. "I should go." She said quietly, her voice barely audible over the soft sound of his breathing.
He nodded, still catching his breath. "Thank you Marisol." He reached out and gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.
A soft smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she nodded in acknowledgment. "You're welcome Mr. Bradley." The air around them felt different now; heavier, almost suffocating with the weight of their secrets and desires. As Marisol closed the door behind her, she couldn't help but wonder how much longer they could keep this up before everything came crashing down around them.
The next day came and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Marisol made her rounds attending to her patients that desperately needed her care.
Ethan sat in his room for most of the day thinking of the situation that Marisol had put herself in. She thought that it was a secret that only she and Mr. Bradley knew. How very wrong she was. Ethan knew all about the special requests that Mr. Bradley was asking of Marisol, and Ethan pondered on how to turn the situation into a more favorable one. Ethan wanted to make Marisol into a complete whore for the entire left wing of the resting home. She was very gullible thinking that she was actually helping Mr. Bradley when in reality she was just being used by a perverted old man.
As the sun set and darkness filled the room, Marisol finished her last round of checking on all her patients. She felt exhausted both physically and emotionally after everything that had transpired over the past few days. As she walked down the hall toward Ethan's room, she couldn't help but steal a glance at him as he sat in his wheelchair, staring out the window with a distant look in his eyes.
Marisol wondered what he was thinking about; if he knew about her secret or if it was something else entirely that occupied his mind. She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves before knocking gently on his door. "It's Marisol." She said softly, hoping he didn't suspect anything from her tone of voice.
After a brief pause, Ethan turned toward her with an expression that she couldn't quite read. "Come in," he said gruffly, motioning for her to enter the room. Marisol did as she was told, walking slowly toward him as she clasped her hands nervously together.
"Is there something you needed help with?" She asked cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper. "Or perhaps you just wanted to talk..." She trailed off, unsure of how to broach the subject that had been weighing so heavily on her mind lately.
Ethan leaned back in his chair and looked at her for a long moment before speaking. "I've been thinking... about what you do for Mr. Bradley." His voice was even, devoid of any accusation or judgment she might have expected. Marisol felt a wave of relief wash over her but couldn't help feeling wary as well. "I can't help but wonder if there's something more... satisfying about it."
Marisol furrowed her brow in confusion. "What do you mean by that exactly?" She asked hesitantly, careful not to reveal too much. "I mean...my job is to take care of Mr. Bradley and make sure he's comfortable." The last part came out almost like a whisper. "I was just wondering is all." Ethan said without prying any further. "Are all your patients comfortable Marisol?" Ethan asked.
Marisol took a deep breath before responding. "I try my best to make sure all my patients are comfortable," she said slowly. "But sometimes...sometimes people have needs that go beyond what I can provide in my capacity as a nurse." She glanced down at her hands, twisting her wedding ring nervously around her finger before looking back up at Ethan.
"Mr. Bradley has been very good to me over the years," she continued, her voice growing more confident as she spoke. "He's trusted me with things that no one else knows about...and I feel like it's only fair that I do everything in my power to return that favor." Her cheeks flushed slightly at the admission, but she forced herself to meet Ethan's gaze unwaveringly.
Ethan let out a slow breath and nodded understandingly. "I see," he said after a moment, his expression unreadable once more. "Well, if that's what you truly believe then I suppose there's not much more for me to say." He paused before adding with a small smile, "Just be careful out there Marisol...not everyone is as understanding as Mr. Bradley."
Marisol felt a shiver run down her spine at the words; she knew all too well the danger of their situation. But for now, she had to focus on taking care of Mr. Bradley and making sure he was happy. As long as that was her priority, she could manage anything else that came her way.
Ethan nodded his head slowly. "Just remember that you can always come to me if you need anyone to talk to," he said with a small smile. "I'm here for you." There was an underlying hint of sympathy in his tone, as if he knew exactly what Marisol was going through and understood the difficult position she was in. Ethan wanted to lower her guard, give her a sense of security with him before he put his true intentions in motion.
Without thinking twice, Marisol smiled back at him. "Thank you, Mr. Ethan." The words tumbled out before she could even process them, and once they were spoken, she couldn't take them back. She felt a rush of warmth spread through her chest as he returned the smile, looking almost...gentle. It was a side of him that Marisol had never seen before, and it made her heart race in ways she hadn't expected.
For a moment, she allowed herself to believe that maybe there was more to their relationship than just the one she shared with Mr. Bradley. Perhaps Ethan could be someone she could trust; someone who would understand her situation without question or judgment. And if he were to ever ask...if he were to ever want something from her in return...well, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all.
But for now, she had other priorities to focus on. Taking a deep breath, Marisol forced herself back into professional mode. "Well, I should be getting started on my rounds again." She said brightly, giving Ethan one last smile before turning to leave the room. As she walked down the hall toward her next patient, she couldn't help but wonder if their relationship would continue to evolve in this new direction...and what that might mean for all of them in the end.
When Marisol left Ethan too left his room and began talking to the other patients in the ward. Ethan told the other patients to be a bit more bold with their requests of Marisol and that they would be pleasantly surprised by the outcome. The other patients were hesitant at first, but throughout the day they did what Ethan suggested.
Marisol continued her rounds throughout the day without knowing what Ethan was telling the other patients behind closed doors.
As Marisol made her rounds, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The patients seemed...different today; more forward with their requests and suggestions. She chalked it up to being overworked and the stress of dealing with Mr. Bradley's recent health scare until one of the older male residents winked at her as she checked his vitals. A chill ran down her spine at the subtle innuendo, but she didn't let it show on her face.
Later that day, after dinner and before she began her evening shift, Marisol decided to take a quick break in the staff lounge. As she sat down with a cup of coffee, her thoughts drifted back to Ethan and their conversation earlier. She couldn't help but feel uneasy about his seemingly innocent advice...and wonder if he was somehow behind this newfound boldness among the other patients toward her.
With a sigh, Marisol finished her coffee and returned to her duties for the rest of the night. As she worked tirelessly through her shift, she couldn't help but feel like someone was watching her; studying every move she made and waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. The feeling only intensified as the hours ticked by, leaving her exhausted both physically and emotionally by the time her shift finally ended.
The next day came and nothing seemed amiss at first; everyone went about their business as usual and Marisol was able to focus on her work without incident. As the hours passed though, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was different about the way people were looking at her now. The old men would make inappropriate comments or touch her in ways that made her uncomfortable but before they could do any harm she would brush it off as a joke and move on.
Even while giving bathes to the patients they would ask Marisol to clean a little extra around their groan. Marisol was reluctant, but since she was a nurse with patients in need she fulfilled her duty. Her patients were happy in the end and thanked her for her assistance. "Of course Mr. Wilson. I'm always here to help." She said to the patient she had just bathed.
Marisol smiled and walked away from Mr. Wilson's bed. As she went about her rounds, it became harder and harder to ignore the increasingly sexual comments and advances that seemed to be coming from all directions. Despite her growing unease, she couldn't help but wonder where this behavior was stemming from. Marisol looked at her pager and saw that Mr. Bradley requested her. It was towards the end of her shift, so she quickly made her way to his room. Once there she entered, "Hello Mr. Bradley, how may I assist you today?"
As Marisol approached the bed, she couldn't help but notice that Mr. Bradley looked uncharacteristically flustered and embarrassed. He cleared his throat before speaking, "I... I hope you don't mind me asking this of you, Marisol, but... well... I wanted to know if you could do something special for me tonight." His cheeks were flushed, and he seemed unable to meet her eyes.
Marisol felt a shiver run down her spine at his words; it was the same kind of feeling she had when Ethan had asked her for a favor earlier that day. Was this some sort of joke? Or was Mr. Bradley serious? "I... I don't know what you mean, Mr. Bradley." She stammered, her heart racing in her chest as she struggled to maintain her composure.
The elderly man let out a sigh and finally met her gaze. "It's about last night..." He trailed off, seeming unsure of how to continue. Marisol felt a hot flush creep up her neck as she remembered their encounter; the way he had taken control, demanding that she pleasure him until he released deep inside her.
"I... I just wanted to know if we could maybe..." He hesitated once more, swallowing hard before finishing his sentence. "Maybe do something like that again tonight?" His voice was barely a whisper, and Marisol had to strain to hear the words over the racing of her heart.
She felt herself grow hot all over as she processed what he was asking of her; felt the desire beginning to build inside her once more despite her growing unease with the situation. "I... I don't know if that would be such a good idea, Mr. Bradley." She managed to cho
She continued, hesitantly. "I mean, what if someone finds out? It could ruin my reputation...and yours." Her cheeks flushed at the words, knowing how ridiculous they sounded coming from her mouth. But she couldn't deny the truth of them; not when Ethan had made it clear that he expected her to help Mr. Bradley in any way he saw fit.
Mr. Bradley smiled gently and reached out to take her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "My dear Marisol," he said with a chuckle, "I think you've overestimated the importance of reputation around here." His expression grew more serious as he gazed into her eyes. "If anything were to happen between us... well, I promise I would never tell a soul. And I trust that you feel the same way."
Marisol swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she should say no; that this was too dangerous and not worth risking everything for. But the feeling of his hand in hers; the warmth of his skin against her own...it was impossible to resist. "All right," she whispered finally, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breaths. "I'll do it."
With shaking fingers, Marisol helped Mr. Bradley onto his side, positioning herself between his legs as she had done so many times before. As she leaned down to take him into her mouth once more, a wave of heat washed over her; drowning out all rational thought and leaving only raw desire in its wake.
Ethan watched from the doorway of Mr. Bradley's room as Marisol tended to his needs. The look on her face was one of both lust and guilt
Ethan's presence at the doorway suddenly registered in her mind. She glanced up at him through half-lidded eyes as she took Mr. Bradley deeper into her mouth, feeling the warmth of his moans vibrate against her skin. As their gazes locked, a spark seemed to ignite between them, and for a moment Marisol thought that maybe Ethan would join them; maybe he would take what she was offering so willingly and claim it as his own.
The thought sent shivers down her spine and made her work even harder at pleasing Mr. Bradley, knowing that every movement of her head, every slide of her tongue brought her closer to the moment when Ethan would reveal his true intentions for her. The anticipation was almost unbearable; an ache that seemed to writhe deep within her core, demanding satisfaction.
She couldn't help but wonder what he wanted from her; why he had set this entire thing in motion in the first place. But she knew better than to question it now; not when the lines were so blurred and everything felt so out of control. All that mattered was satisfying the desires of those around her, no matter whose pleasure she had to endure to do it.
As Mr. Bradley reached his climax, Marisol held him deep inside her mouth until he stopped trembling and grew still once more. With a satisfied sigh, she pulled back slowly, gazing up at Ethan with hazy eyes as she licked her lips clean of their shared seed.
"Was that what you wanted?" Her voice sounded almost hoarse from disuse, thick with desire and embarrassment. "Because if there's anything else..." She trailed off, letting the words hang in the air between them like a threadbare blanket.