Naughty Volunteer Giving Handjobs in the Hospital

When I became a naughty volunteer giving handjobs in the hospital. 

I once volunteered in a local hospital – a bit like an American candy striper. I’d usually just make the tea (considered a vital task in British hospitals) and be nice. I’d run errands for bedridden patients and generally help out. I enjoyed volunteering and met some interesting people – a hot young doctor who I sucked off in a pub car park and a horny nurse who fingerfucked me in the linen closet.  However, the craziest experience was becoming a very naughty volunteer giving handjobs to needy patients!

It started with a young motorcyclist in traction. He’d gone over the handlebars and smashed into a tree. He’d broken half the bones in his body. The poor hunk was a mass of plaster casts and bandages and was wired up in traction on an orthopaedic bed. He couldn’t do anything for himself and needed constant care.

And that’s how I started as a naughty volunteer giving handjobs

One evening a nurse asked me to go and keep him company and try and cheer him up. I went in and introduced myself and we started chatting. I offered to read out loud to him to pass the time. As I read, he interrupted me. Somewhat embarrassed, he explained that he had an itchy leg that was driving him crazy, but he couldn’t reach down to scratch it. I told him not to be silly and walked over to the bed.

I gently massaged his leg through the thin cotton material of his pajamas. He gave a sigh of relief and told me to scratch harder. As I rubbed his leg, I saw a large bulge appear between his legs. Tied up in traction, he couldn’t do anything to hide his erection and blushed as I stared at him in mock disapproval.  I was about to become a naughty volunteer giving blowjobs to horny patients!

The ward was quiet and we were in a private room…the perfect spot for a naughty volunteer giving handjobs…

I reached over and ran my long fingernail down the length of his cock, teasing him through the cotton. I acted like I was still making my mind up, letting the guy get desperate. Eventually, I eased his hard cock out of his fly and began to play with it. I was wanking a stranger! Giving a handjob to a man in traction isn’t as easy as it sounds. The angle was awkward, but I found a sensual rhythm.

He obviously hadn’t cum for a while and I sensed that he was close. I let go of his cock and stood up, listening to his groan of disappointment. His mood improved again when he saw the jar of face cream that I took from my handbag. I massaged a big dollop of the cream onto his cock, squeezing hard and slowly running my fingers up and down its length. As I wanked him I talked dirty, telling him that I wasn’t just a naughty volunteer giving handjobs – the next time we met I’d give him a blowjob. 

He began to moan in pleasure and was soon rock hard. 

I took another break.  Standing in front of him I reached up under my skirt and yanked my knickers down, taking care not to let him see my pussy. I scrunched up the silk fabric in my fist and then stuffed them into his mouth. Now that he was completely in my power, I raised my skirt, flashing my pussy and fingering myself. I took my wet fingers and gently smeared my juices over his lips.

The man was rigid with excitement and his eyes begged me to finish him. I grabbed his cock again and jerked it with a hard, fast motion. He shuddered and spasmed as the first jet of hot cum spattered over my wrist. As a naughty volunteer giving handjobs can be messy if you don’t have tissues ready, and this guy just kept on cumming. As I raised my wrist to my mouth and suggestively licked it clean, he let out a deep groan and one final spurt of cum landed in my hair.  He was my first, but not my last…

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