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Title: A angels angelic appearance belies her eagerness for sinful service

As the hospital doors swung open, the petite angel named Miwa entered, her white uniform pristine, her dark hair caught up in a neat bun. A pair of round spectacles perched on her button nose, giving her an air of intellectual innocence. She breezed through the halls, smiling at the patients, her voice a gentle murmur as she checked pulses and offered words of comfort.

But beneath that righteous facade lay a twisted desire, an eagerness for sin that played out in her duties as a nurse. Miwa knew her superiors considered her unhinged, a freak with misguided ethics. And yet she couldn’t help herself, couldn’t resist indulging in her voyeuristic tendencies.

Each night, as the hospital fell quiet, Miwa donned her latex gloves, the scent enveloping her like a lover’s embrace. She strode purposefully to the bedside of her favorite patient, old Mr. Tanaka, frail and withered, an invalid confined to his bed. She slowed her pace as she reached his bedside, standing over him, studying his lined, sleeping face.

A flush crept across her porcelain skin as she reached for his hand, clasping it tight in her own. She pressed it against her cheek, savoring the papery feel of his skin. Miwa inhaled sharply, an electric thrill shooting through her as her fingers worked, unfastening his hospital gown.

Tanaka stirred, eyelids fluttering open. He squinted against the harsh light of the bedside lamp, his voice cracked with age and disuse. “Who’s there? What’s happening?”

Miwa barely heard him, too lost in her own sick reverie. She bent over him, the hem of her short skirt riding up her thighs to reveal a flash of lace. Her hand worked away, uncovering his chest, that wrinkled expanse of skin dotted with gray fuzz.

She traced a finger through it, following the contour of hisribcage, dipping into the crease of his navel. Tanaka shivered at her touch, his old heart rabbiting away beneath its cage of bone. “Nurse,” he croaked out. “What are you doing?”

Miwa finally looked into his face, a smile playing at the corner of her rosebud mouth. “I’m taking care of you, Mr. Tanaka. Just like I always do.”

Her hands worked lower, tugging open his gown fully, exposing his withered penis to the cool air. It twitched under her gaze, shrunken and tired. Miwa swallowed, imaging filling her eye with its girth, with the pressure of his body on top of hers.

She began to stroke him, slowly at first, the way you’d pet a scared dog. The soft rasp of latex on skin filled the air, the wet sound of his aging cock beginning to fill. Tanaka whimpered, his spine twisting with age and discomfort. “Nurse… we shouldn’t…”

“We must,” Miwa breathed, moving to straddle his waist. “You need my help, Mr. Tanaka. You’re Very ill.”

She settled over him, cradling his cock between her thighs, rubbing it against her underwear. The lace rasped against his sensitive head, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. Tanaka groaned, too weak to put up a fight. But Miwa was used to reluctant conquests.

Her pussy dampened as she grinded against him, the flimsy fabric of her thong no barrier. She imagined a deflection of his cock, popping out to piston into her drenched cunt. Her nails dug into his chest as she picked up speed, frotting against his cock with wild abandon.

“Feel how much I want you, Mr. Tanaka,” she moaned. “I’m here for you. Only you.”

He made a strangled sound, a plea and an encouragement entwined. His hips pumped up, seeking friction and release. Miwa laughed, high and unhinged. Her cunt clenched around his cock, imaginary or real. She was always so tempted to lift her skirt and impale herself on his meager girth. To fuck the sanctimonious old bastard who’d looked down on her all these years.

She shuddered, pressure building in her clit and the point of her G-spot. The acid drip drip drip of her arousal flooded his patchy pubes. Tanaka’s breath hitched, his cock pulsing against her damp panties. He was close, only a few minutes away from probably his only orgasm this month. Miwa could push it over the edge, like she did every night.

Her stroking hand grew tighter, squeezing in time with the rhythm of her thighs. Tanaka threw his head back, jaw slack with pleasure, eyes rolling back in their sockets. His hips lurched up, and with a guttural moan, his cock began to twitch and pump.

Jets of warm spunk splattered the nurse, soaking through her panties, painting her thighs in pearly streaks. Miwa threw her head back, crying out at the sensation of his come hitting her core. She ground harder, faster, hissing through her teeth as she rode out his orgasm, chasing her own.

Finally, Tanaka slumped back against the pillow, his softening cock slipping from her grasp. Miwa straightened her underwear, wiping the worst of his spunk on the bedsheets. She leaned over to kiss his dry lips, her own slick and swollen. “Sleep well, Mr. Tanaka.”

With a chirpy wave, she was gone, leaving the old man coated in her musk, his body singing with afterglow. Miwa practically skipped down the hallway, flushed and glowing from her illicit activities. No one suspected a thing about the angelic nurse – that she was a filthy slut underneath it all. Just the way she liked it.