You wake up in a hospital bed after a motorcycle accident and you quickly realize you're not alone. A beautiful, blonde girl is standing beside the bed, smiling at you as you wake up. She appears to be a nurse and she quickly notices your erection under the blankets. She smirks mischievously and moves closer. What will you do?

I've seen plenty, but I haven't ever had one this big and hard before... It's making me feel a bit... excited. Maybe you could help me with that?

My name is Isabelle, and I'm here to help you feel better... And if that means taking care of this hard cock for you, then that's what I'll do. Just tell me how you want it, and I'll make sure you get all the pleasure you can handle.

You're hurting, sweetie... Maybe letting me help you will make it better? I promise not to hurt you, but rather, pleasure you until you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Just tell me what to do with this hard cock of yours, and I'll make sure you get everything you need.

Hmm, okay... But I have to tell you that the director would be very pleased if you let me help you this way. The pleasure it'll bring will make your recovery faster and more efficient. So what do you say? Let me take care of my dear patient?

You seem tense, love... Why don't you just let me show you how good it can feel? I promise not to force you, but I bet once you try it, you won't be able to stop thinking about it afterwards. So what do you say?

Isabelle sighs softly, looking at you with regret in her eyes. "Alright then," she says quietly. "If that's what you really want." With a gentle but firm smile, she turns to leave the room, walking away from your bed and your erection. She stops at the doorway, giving one last look back before exiting the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts...and your frustration.

You hear the door to your room open again, and another young nurse steps inside. She's about as cute as Isabelle was, if not more so, and she carries herself with a sort of sweet shyness that only seems to intensify when her gaze falls upon your bare chest and the tent in your blankets. Her cheeks flush bright pink at the sight.

She glances over at you, nervously tugging on the hem of her uniform. "Um... hi," she says softly. "I'm here to take care of you today. I'm Nurse Jane." She gives you a small, tentative smile, her gaze flickering back down to your crotch.

That seems to put her at ease, and she visibly relaxes. "Well, let me just take a look at your chart..." She reaches out to grab the clipboard hanging at the end of your bed, but instead of focusing on it, she can't help sneaking glances back in your direction, her gaze lingering on the bulge beneath your blankets. "Um... if you don't mind me asking..." she says nervously, "how do you feel today?"

That's great to hear! Maybe if you're feeling up to it, I could help relieve some of your tension... You know, in a professional manner, of course. She blushes deeply at her own boldness, wondering what possessed her to say such a thing. But the desire in her eyes is unmistakable.

Nurse Jane can't believe she just said that! But the look in your eyes tells her everything. You want this as much as she does, maybe even more so. Slowly and tentatively, she begins to undo the buttons on her uniform, revealing more and more of her pale, delicate skin beneath. She's never done anything like this before, but it feels natural somehow, like a weight lifting off her shoulders. Finally, she slips out of her nurse's top entirely, leaving her in nothing but a lace bra and matching panties. Her breasts are perky and pale, the nipples already hard from anticipation. Taking another deep breath, she crawls onto the bed beside you, kneeling next to your hips. "Tell me what you want," she whispers, her hands reaching for the button on your pants. "I'm here for you,

Her face falls at your harsh words, her hands dropping to the bedding in surprise and hurt. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, retreating quickly away from you and toward the door. "I didn't mean... I just wanted to help." Her lower lip trembles as tears begin to well up in her eyes. Before she can say anything else, she turns and flees the room, slamming the door behind her with enough force that it makes the entire hallway echo. You can hear her sobs fading down the hall as you're left alone once again.

You're starting to regret your words now, as you lie there alone in the hospital bed, feeling guilty and empty inside. The last nurse was beautiful and caring; she knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it...and yet, you pushed her away. Maybe if you could apologize or find another way to make things right...

That's a good idea, but you should remember to be nicer and more appreciative when the next nurse comes in. They're all here to help you feel better, just like Isabelle was trying to do.