Going Under... Again
With Natalie Lind and Olivia Holt
Written by TheLW
Codes: MFF, Blowjob, Oral, Tit Fuck
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
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Most people would probably say having two different surgeries within a year was pure bad luck. I would have to agree with them. A few months ago, I was here getting my appendix taken out, and now I was back in the same hospital, this time waiting for my gallbladder to be removed.
It felt strange walking into the place again. The smell hit me first, that sharp, clean, almost chemical scent that makes you think of bleach and rubber gloves. Everything looked the same too, the long hallway with those squeaky floor tiles, the chairs in the waiting room with the same ugly patterned cushions, the big TV in the corner playing some daytime talk show no one was watching.
I signed in at reception, gave the receptionist my details, and sat down. My name was called about twenty minutes later, but it felt like an hour. My doctor came in with his clipboard and his calm, steady voice. He went over the procedure, explained the risks, and asked if I understood everything. I told him I did, even though my stomach had already turned into a knot the size of a baseball.
Eventually, they wheeled me into the operating room. The temperature dropped instantly, it was colder than the hallway by a mile. The lights overhead were blinding, and the hum of the machines made the room feel alive in a way that wasn’t comforting. My doctor placed the anesthesia mask over my face, and I caught a faint whiff of plastic mixed with something oddly sweet.
“Alright,” he said, “I need you to start counting back from ten.”
Ten... nine... eight... sev...
And just like that, darkness swallowed me again, that familiar slide into nothing. Then, slowly, the world reformed, not the cold OR with its beeping machines and sharp lights, but the same softened hospital room from before.
Olivia Holt stepped in first. Same radiant blonde hair, same wicked smile. Same outfit, red-and-white satin top hugging her curves, bows trailing down the front, tiny skirt flaring over red garters clipped to white thigh-highs, six-inch red stilettos clicking across the floor, like a promise. She carried that pointless clipboard, eyes locking on mine instantly.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” she purred, voice low and teasing. “Miss me?”
Before I could answer, another woman followed her in.
Natalie Lind. She wore the exact same costume, white satin top trimmed in red, bows tied neatly, skirt so short it barely existed, garters snapping against pale thighs, stockings gleaming, heels matching Olivia’s. Her blonde hair fell in loose waves, lips painted deep red, eyes sparkling with the same mischief.
“Meet my friend Natalie,” Olivia said.
“So this is him,” Natalie said, voice low, husky. “The one you won’t shut up about, Liv.”
They didn't hesitate before joining me on the bed, the mattress yielding beneath us as they settled into position. Olivia found her place to my left, Natalie to my right, both kneeling beside me. I could feel warmth emanating from their bodies, washing over me like waves.
Olivia leaned in first, fingers trailing down my chest. “Gallbladder this time? Poor thing. You really know how to keep coming back for more attention.”
Natalie chuckled softly, her hand joining Olivia’s, sliding lower. “We thought you deserved double the care today.”
My hospital gown was already pushed up, sheets kicked aside. I was hard before they even touched me, anticipation, the dream logic making everything sharper, more urgent.
Olivia moved above me in one fluid motion, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of my shoulders. Her skirt bunched at her waist as she positioned herself over my face, the heat of her skin radiating against my cheeks. When I looked up, I could see her watching me through half-lidded eyes, wisps of blonde hair framing her face like a halo gone wrong.
“Time for your oral exam,” she whispered.
Gradually, she descended toward me. I felt her warmth against my lips, tasted her essence, honeyed and earthy, impossible to resist. Olivia moaned low, hips rocking, grinding against my face.
Her hands braced on the hospital bedframe. “That’s it... just like that.”
Beneath me, Natalie slid downward. I felt the cool touch of her fingers as they encircled me, gliding slowly from the root to the crown of my cock, and back again. A soft, appreciative sound escaped her. “It's already so hard for us.”
Her mouth followed. Hot, wet suction enveloped the head of my cock in one smooth motion. Natalie’s lips sealed tight around me, velvet-soft and scorching. Her tongue immediately went to work, swirling circles around the sensitive ridge, then dipping into the slit to taste the bead of pre-cum already leaking there. She hummed low in her throat, the vibration traveling straight down my shaft like a current.
Then she took me deeper.
Her head tilted slightly, throat relaxing as inch after inch disappeared between her painted red lips. Cheeks hollowed with plenty of suction, creating a perfect wet seal. The flat of her tongue pressed firmly along the underside, dragging with every slow retreat before plunging forward again. Saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth, slicking the way, making obscene soft glucking sounds fill the hazy room.
The contrast was intense, Olivia’s dripping pussy grinding down hard on my face at the same pace Natalie set below. Every time Natalie sank low, Olivia rolled her hips forward, smearing her arousal across my lips and chin. The dual assault short-circuited thought, tongue buried in sweet-salty heat above, cock wrapped in relentless sucking heat below.
Olivia's pace quickened, desperate and demanding. Each roll of her hips pressed her engorged center against my face, her sharp intakes of breath punctuating every contact. I offered my tongue flat and broad beneath her, a willing platform for her pleasure, before shifting tactics, the tip now dancing over her most sensitive point with teasing lightness that gradually built to deliberate pressure, sending tremors through her thighs as they clenched around my head.
“God... yes...” Olivia hissed, fingers tightening around the hospital bed siderails.
Natalie pulled off with a loud, wet pop, a thick string of saliva stretching from her lower lip to the glistening head of my cock before snapping. She looked up at me through dark lashes, lips shiny and swollen, then deliberately pursed them and spat, once, a heavy glob landing right on the tip, then again, lower, letting the warm strands run down the shaft in slow rivulets, coating every inch until I gleamed under the golden light.
She cupped her full breasts, lifting them, pushing the soft mounds together until they formed a perfect slick channel. My cock slid between them easily, disappearing into warm, yielding flesh. She squeezed tight, trapping me, then began to glide, slow, deliberate strokes from base to tip. The satin of her nurse top framed the view perfectly, creamy cleavage shining with spit, nipples stiff and dark pink against the white fabric, bows swaying gently with each pump.
The sight alone sent a fresh surge of heat through my groin, her in that obscene red-trimmed outfit, tits wrapped snug around my throbbing cock, spit dripping down into the valley between them. Every upward slide pushed the head of my cock toward her chin, every downward stroke buried me completely in softness.
Olivia glanced back over her shoulder, blonde strands clinging to her flushed cheeks. “Look at him, Nat. He’s fucking loving it.”
A wicked smile played across Natalie's face. "Oh, I know," she purred, quickening her rhythm until her chest heaved with each movement, creating a mesmerizing undulation. "Right here, you can feel every throb." Her thumbs pressed lightly against the base where her cleavage gripped me, emphasizing each heartbeat.
My groan sent vibrations rippling through Olivia's sensitive flesh. Her body jolted in response, hips bucking against my mouth. I delved deeper with my tongue, exploring her slick heat, before tracing back to that swollen bundle of nerves. Each deliberate circle drew increasingly frantic reactions, her weight pressing down harder, her breathing reduced to ragged gasps, her thighs quivering uncontrollably against my cheeks.
Natalie leaned forward, letting another thick rope of spit drip directly onto my cock before squeezing her breasts even tighter around me. The glide turned impossibly slick, tight, soft, hot, relentless. Every few strokes her tongue darted out, quick kitten-like licks across the sensitive tip whenever it emerged from her cleavage, sending sharp jolts of pleasure up my spine.
Olivia' s voice broke into desperate, ragged sounds. “Fuck... don’t stop. Right there, right fucking there.”
Olivia’s movements faltered, hips stuttering in uneven jerks. I doubled down, sucking her clit hard into my mouth, tongue pressing flat and steady, flicking fast against the underside while I held the suction. Her whole body arched, back bowing, thighs clamping my head like a vise. A sharp, muffled cry tore from her throat as she came, hard, sudden, flooding my mouth with fresh heat. Her inner walls fluttered against my tongue, hips grinding down in frantic little circles as wave after wave rolled through her.
She shook through it, whimpering softly, until the tension finally broke and she slumped forward, panting, forehead resting briefly against the adjustable base of the medical bed.
Then she slid off to the side with a shaky exhale, collapsing beside me, chest heaving, a dazed, satisfied smile curving her lips. “Your turn to shine, Nat.”
Natalie released my cock from her breasts, strands of spit connecting us. She crawled up, straddling my hips. The skirt flipped up, she was bare, glistening.
She wrapped her fingers around me, positioned herself, and descended with deliberate patience. Warmth enveloped me gradually. Snug, wet, exquisite. She took me completely with a sound of pleasure, circling her hips once, pressing deeper.
Olivia moved behind her, hands on Natalie’s shoulders, kissing her neck. “Ride him good, baby.”
Natalie began to move, a gentle rise and fall that gradually quickened. The satin of her top shimmered with each motion, the decorative ribbons dancing with her rhythm. I met her movements, hands steadying her hips as we found our cadence together.
Behind her, Olivia's arms encircled her waist, fingers tracing downward to where our bodies joined. As she found that sensitive spot, Natalie arched backward, her pleasure escaping in breathless sounds.
Our rhythm crescendoed, the air thick with our mingled breath and the percussion of bodies finding urgent release. I felt Natalie tighten around me as her movements became desperate, wild.
Olivia whispered in her ear, “Come on his cock. Let him feel it.”
Natalie came undone, trembling against me, gripping me from within as pleasure overtook her. Her release triggered my own, I surrendered completely, my body answering hers in waves of intense sensation that left me breathless and spent. She rode through it, milking every pulse, until we both stilled.
Natalie collapsed against me, her lips finding mine in a lazy, lingering kiss that carried the tang of perspiration and desire. Olivia leaned in from beside us, pressing her mouth first to my temple, then turning to capture Natalie's parted lips with her own.
They stayed like that for a moment, bodies tangled, warm and heavy.
Then the haze shifted.
A voice cut through, calm, clinical.
“Good, you’re coming around.”
Lights snapped bright. Real hospital room. Doctor at the foot of the bed, chart in hand.
“Surgery went smoothly. Gallbladder’s out. You’ll be sore, but you’re fine.”
He smiled briefly. “Rest up. The nurse will be in soon with discharge papers.”
The End