Stiles was the kind of woman who turned heads the second she stepped into a room. At 25, with her porcelain white skin that practically glowed under the hospital lights, full pink lips that always looked freshly fucked, and a body built for pure sin — massive, heavy tits that jiggled with every step, a tiny waist, and a fat, round ass that strained against any fabric — she was a walking wet dream.

She never wore a bra or panties. Ever.

Her “nurse uniform” was anything but standard. The white top was so tight and low-cut that her deep cleavage spilled out obscenely, the thin fabric clinging to her big breasts like a second skin. The skirt was ridiculously short, barely covering the bottom of her plump ass cheeks. Every time she bent over — which she did a lot — her pink, fat pussy lips peeked out, already glistening. She loved the way patients stared. She loved it even more when they couldn’t control themselves.

Stiles was a total slut, and she made no secret of it in her behavior.

During her shifts, she flirted shamelessly. “Oh no, Mr. Colins, your heart rate is so high… maybe you need some special mouth-to-mouth care?” she’d purr, pressing her massive tits against an old patient’s arm while “checking” his IV. Some men got more than teasing. The ones who were rich or particularly hung and begged for “extra care” ended up with Stiles locked in their rooms late at night, riding their cocks like a whore in heat.

Just last night, she’d slipped into Room 407 and sucked off a married businessman until he filled her throat, then let him fuck her raw doggy-style against the window while his wife was downstairs getting coffee. She came twice before letting him pump his load deep inside her pink pussy. She loved the risk. She loved being a filthy secret.

Meanwhile, in the luxurious Hale mansion on the outskirts of the city…

Peter Hale, 50 years old, stood tall and imposing. Broad shoulders, thick muscled arms, sharp jawline, and salt-and-pepper hair that only made him look more powerful. As CEO of one of the biggest conglomerates in the country, he was used to getting whatever — and whoever — he wanted.

His wife, Sara, was sweet and elegant, always the perfect hostess. Their son, Derek Hale, was practically his father’s clone — 25, tall, ridiculously handsome, ripped from hours in the private gym, with the same intense eyes. Derek idolized his dad. To him, Peter was the definition of a perfect man: successful, strong, respected.

That evening, everything changed.

Peter had a minor collapse during a late meeting — stress, the doctors said. Nothing serious, but he needed rest and monitoring for a few days in the hospital’s VIP wing.

“Don’t worry, Dad. You’ll be back on top soon,” Derek said, gripping his father’s shoulder with respect. Sara kissed her husband’s forehead gently.

“We’ll come see you tomorrow morning, honey,” she said softly.

Once they left, the VIP room fell quiet. Peter lay on the large hospital bed in his gown, still looking every bit the dominant CEO even in this state.

The door opened.

Stiles walked in, hips swaying, her tiny white skirt riding up dangerously high.

“Good evening, Mr. Hale~” she sang sweetly, her voice dripping with honey. “I’m Stiles, your private nurse for the night. I’ll be taking very… good care of you.”

Peter’s eyes immediately dropped to her body. Her massive tits bounced as she approached, nipples already stiff and poking obviously through the thin fabric. The top was so tight it looked two sizes too small.

Stiles smiled innocently, but her eyes were pure filth.

“Oh my, you look so strong even when resting. A big, powerful man like you must need lots of special attention,” she purred, leaning over to adjust his pillow. Her heavy breasts nearly spilled out onto his chest.

She “accidentally” knocked over the glass of water on the side table.

“Oh no! I’m so clumsy!” Stiles gasped.

The water splashed all over her chest. The thin white fabric turned almost transparent instantly. Her hard, pink nipples were completely visible now, poking out like little slut buttons begging to be sucked.

Peter’s cock twitched under the blanket.

Stiles giggled, not even trying to cover up. “Look at me… all wet. My uniform is sticking to my big tits now. Does that bother you, Mr. Hale? Or do you like seeing your nurse like this?”

She bit her pink lip, eyes sparkling.

“Let me just clean this up for you…”

Stiles turned around and bent over slowly to pick up the fallen glass, her short skirt riding all the way up. Her fat, juicy ass was completely exposed. Between her thick thighs, her pink, puffy pussy lips were on full display — already wet and slightly swollen, glistening under the room lights. No panties. Just her bare, slutty cunt winking at him.

Peter’s cock hardened fully, tenting the blanket obviously.

“Mmm… I feel so exposed like this,” Stiles moaned softly, wiggling her ass a little. “My pink pussy is getting cold in this air-conditioned room. A big strong man like you wouldn’t want to warm it up, would you?”

She straightened up slowly, turning back to face him with a dirty smile. Her soaked top clung to her massive breasts, nipples rock hard.

“You know, Mr. Hale… some patients need extra care. Deep care. The kind that makes their big cocks feel so much better,” she whispered, stepping closer. “I can tell you’re getting very… stiff. Does your cock need special nursing tonight? I give very thorough bed baths… with my mouth if necessary.”

Peter groaned low, his eyes dark with lust.

Stiles leaned down again, her tits hanging heavily in his face. “I bet your wife doesn’t suck you like a filthy little whore, does she? I do. I love choking on thick CEO cock until my throat bulges. I love getting my pink pussy stretched and filled while my patients moan my name.”

She reached out and “accidentally” brushed her hand over the huge bulge under the blanket.

“Oh my… so big and hard already. Poor thing must be aching,” she cooed. “I could take care of that right now. Slide my wet cunt down on it and ride you until you pump every drop inside me. Would you like that, Daddy? Filling your naughty nurse’s womb while your wife and son are at home thinking you’re resting?”

Her dirty words hung in the air.

Stiles giggled and stepped back, licking her lips. “But I shouldn’t be so naughty on your first night… even though my pussy is dripping just thinking about it.”

She walked to the door, swaying her fat ass, then looked back over her shoulder with the sluttiest smile.

“Goodnight, Mr. Hale~ Sleep well. I have a few more patients who need my special… deep treatment tonight. Some of them are going to fuck me so hard in their rooms. But I’ll be back in the morning… wet and ready to serve you again.”

She blew him a kiss and left, leaving the scent of her arousal in the room and Peter’s cock throbbing painfully.