My Filthy Cravings

The Tiny d**k

AYRA POV

The sunlight stabbed my eyes the moment my alarm blared, but I didn’t even have time to curse it. I shot upright in bed, my body still tingling from the restless night of fantasies and stolen desires. Yesterday’s hangout with Bianca had been a blur of laughter, shopping, and i********: stories, but the memory of him — Justin — lingered like an electric pulse across my skin.

“s**t,” I muttered, glancing at the clock. 8:14 a.m. — far later than I usually woke for my early shifts. Today wasn’t just a regular day at Riverside Memorial; today, all doctors and nurses were scheduled for the annual vaccination drive at the hospital, a mandatory service event.

I flung off the blankets, barely remembering to brush my hair or grab a jacket. My uniform lay crumpled on the chair, and I shoved it on, slipping into sneakers and grabbing my bag.

Rushing out the door, I nearly tripped on the steps. My mind was racing, half on Justin, half on making sure I wasn’t late.

By the time I arrived at the hospital entrance, my lungs burned, and sweat beaded my forehead. The automatic sliding doors glided open, and I was greeted by the familiar smell of antiseptic, mixed with the faint perfume of the morning crowd. The check-in kiosk glowed, a bright screen prompting us to scan badges. A nurse beside me tapped through her own log while a steady stream of medical staff moved past, talking quietly in clusters.

I swiped my badge and headed down the hallway, nodding and exchanging greetings with the other nurses. “Morning, Ayra!” “Hey!” Their voices were familiar, grounding me.

Then, at the end of the corridor, I heard voices — raised, frustrated, commanding. The unmistakable tone of senior doctors arguing.

“It has to be Ayra. She’s more competent than anyone else available.”

“She’s reliable, yes, but are we certain she can handle the military assignment?”

I froze mid-step, curiosity twisting my stomach. My heart gave a little leap.

As I walked closer, they noticed me. “Ayra, just the person we need,” one of them said. Their serious expressions softened. “Due to the attack and the losses incurred on the military camp, you have been appointed as a military nurse for the upcoming deployment, alongside some other nurses.”

I blinked, stunned. My chest swelled with a quiet joy, though I didn’t let it show. I forced a nod and said, “Okay. Got it.”

Inside, I was practically vibrating with excitement. Of all the things that had happened yesterday — seeing him, running away, the aching desire I couldn’t suppress — this… this was insane. I was going to the same camp as Justin. My body hummed with anticipation, though I made sure my face betrayed nothing.

A doctor stepped forward. “Today, we’ll also be participating in a community health outreach — vaccinations, basic screenings, education for the local population. It’s all hands on deck, Ayra, so I hope you’re ready.”

“Of course,” I replied, trying to mask the fluttering in my chest.

As I turned to leave, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Ayra, a moment?” said Doctor Philip.

A good looking young sexy doctor and a s*x animal by nature. He is very popular among the nurses because of his ability to f**k a lady to her satisfaction. Most of the nurses in this hospital has passed through his c**k either once or twice and they all confessed that he is good in bed.

This hospital is flooded with different species of nasty hot nurses, and all they respond to s*x. He just happens to be the lucky guy to give it to them.

I stared at him, and he continued, “I just wanted to brief you on today’s assignment and the specifics for the camp deployment.”

I nodded, listening, my mind half elsewhere. The excitement from the posting tangled with another feeling I couldn’t shake — the lingering arousal from last night, the fantasies I’d indulged in after Bianca left, the memory of Justin.

My p***y throbbed quietly under my uniform, I felt low heat I couldn’t control coming out my p***y.

Summoning all my composure, I forced a small cough. “Actually… I’m not feeling very well today,” I said softly, a lie I crafted in seconds. “Maybe I should take a short rest before joining the others.”

Philip’s eyebrows lifted, concern crossing his face. “Alright, then. You can take a short break in the nurses’ quarters. Don’t overexert yourself.”

I offered a small smile, thanking him. As soon as he turned away, my heart raced. Finally — a few moments alone.

I made my way to the nurses’ quarters, the familiar hum of the hospital fading behind me. My bag thumped lightly against my side as I closed the door, shutting out the world. The quiet room was a temporary sanctuary, the soft hum of the air conditioning was the only sound you could hear.

I leaned against the wall, my uniform slightly damp from the morning rush, and let my mind drift. My fingers reached for my thighs subconsciously. The memory of him, the s****l urge from the night before, all collided inside me. A pulse of heat spread low, sharp and undeniable.

I sank onto the bed in the nurses’ quarters, feeling the warmth of my own body responding to thoughts I could barely acknowledge aloud. My hand brushed the edge of my uniform, teasing over the fabric where desire pulsed the strongest.

I lay flat on the bed and opened my thighs to do my favorite thing - “m**********n”.

And then — just as I was letting myself finally give in to the cravings that had been building up in my p***y for hours — the door slammed open.

Doctor Philip stood there, eyes wide in surprise.

I immediately shut my thighs, and stood in a hurry adjusting my uniform.

“What brings you here?”, I asked.

He looked at me with a wild intention on his face.

“Do you need help?”, he asked.

I already caught his signals and I couldn’t defy it because my body ached for s*x.

“Can you help?”, I said - winking my eyes as my hands reached for my thighs.

He caught my signals and responded with action like he was built for this moment.

He rushed towards me and pushed me on the bed making me lay flat as his hands reached for my thighs in a desperate attempt.

I willingly opened them wide giving him access between them.

His eyes narrowed to my p***y, I could see his pupils dilating as he locked his eyes with my virgin shaved p***y.

Then without warning, he delved towards my p***y, as he glided his finger across my c******s.

“Mm…ngh” I moaned silently enjoying the movement of his fingers against my c**t.

Philip was a charming hot guy with a sexy face that could make a woman spread her thighs without him saying a word, like Justin - my stepbrother.

He always had women whenever he needed them. But I was an exception.

In the past he tried hitting on me a couple of times, but I was used to turning him down.

At that time I wasn’t ready to give up my virginity. But now, I am more than ready.

His fingers started moving in slow circles, rubbing my sensitive bud, i felt a thrill crawl up my spine as he rubbed the bud.

I opened my milky white thighs wider, to give him a better access.

“Ngh…uhn”, I moaned in pleasure - releasing the sensation that spread through my nerves.

“You like it?”, he whispered.

I replied with excitement… “yesss”.

He began thrusting his fingers inside me, finger - f*****g me.

Once again the nasty scene of Janet and Justin slid through my mind.

I closed my eyes imagining it was me being f****d my Justin and that Philip finger was his d**k thrusting into me.

At that moment, my p***y quivered and a thick slimy liquid pour out of my p***y soaking his fingers.

That must have excited him, because he increased his pace and he moved faster.

Suddenly, he pulled out his hands roughly and said - “How about we f**k?”.

I stared at him and replied yes with excitement spreading across my face.

“Finally, I found the opportunity to get the s*x my body has been craving in the past few days”,- I said to myself.

He stood up in a rush pulling off his pants, then he brought out his d**k.

Immediately the s****l urge I was feeling disappeared at the glance of his d**k.

A three inches tiny white d**k, the size of my index finger … I wasn’t expecting his d**k to be this tiny.

“What are you looking at?”, he asked.

“Nothing”, I said.

“Get over here and put that mouth into good use”, he said.

I stood up reluctantly and went straight for my kneels, I held his d**k in my hands and glided my hands around it just like I watched in porn movies.

I mouthed his d**k and started to glide my tongue around his d**k.

“Mm”… he murmured, - “I thought you were a saint, I never knew you were one bad ass slut”, he said.

I continued to lick his d**k while my hands reached for his balls.

His d**k was tasteless and soft, I was expecting his d**k to be hard by now but it wasn’t.

I knew something was off, judging by the way he stared at me,

He stared at me like he needed something - then a nasty thought slid across my mind…. “maybe he need his drugs”, just like I read in erotica novels about men that couldn’t perform. I chuckled silently with his d**k in my mouth.

Then I stood up removing his d**k from my mouth.

“Why isn’t it hard yet?”, I asked.

There was something off about his expression.

“I - I”, he stammered.

Then I caught in, “it’s okay”, I said.

“Guess he was caught off guard, he wasn’t expecting any intimacy and didn’t come with his drugs” - I said to my self.

I adjusted my dress and picked up my bag.

“Tell the other nurses that I left”, I said as I walked towards the door - leaving him alone in the room embarrassed.