Squirting Nurse Threesome: 2 Guys Take Turns on Milka Way

The small apartment smelled like leftover pizza and cheap body spray. Emily had just gotten off her shift at the hospital, still in her scrubs, hair tied back in a messy ponytail. She kicked off her sneakers by the door and dropped her bag on the couch. James and Michael were already there, sprawled out playing some shooter game on the TV, controllers in hand, beers open on the coffee table.
“Hey, nurse,” James called without looking up. “You look beat.”
Emily laughed tiredly. “Twelve hours of dealing with whiny patients. I need a shower and bed.”
Michael paused the game and grinned at her. “Come on, you promised we’d hang out tonight. We even ordered wings.”
She rolled her eyes but smiled. These two had been her roommates for almost a year now—ever since college wrapped up and none of them could afford their own places. It started as platonic, but somewhere along the way lines blurred. A drunk night here, a hungover morning there. Lately, though, things had gotten bolder.
Emily walked to the kitchen, grabbed a water from the fridge. Her scrubs hugged her ass just right, and she knew they were watching. She turned, leaning against the counter. “You two behave or I’m locking my door.”
James set his controller down. “We always behave… until you don’t want us to.”
The room got quiet except for the low hum of the TV menu music. Emily felt that familiar heat creep up her neck. She bit her lip. “Fine. But quick. I got early shift tomorrow.”
Michael stood first, walking over slow. He reached out, tugged the string on her scrub pants loose. “That’s our girl.”
James came up behind her, hands sliding under her top, cupping her tits through the thin bra. Emily let out a shaky breath as Michael dropped to his knees, yanking her pants and panties down in one go. Her pussy was already wet—had been since she walked in and saw them waiting.
“Look at that,” Michael muttered, spreading her lips with his thumbs. “Fucking soaked.”
Emily gripped the counter edge. “Shut up and do something about it.”
James pulled her top off, tossing it aside. Her bra followed. He pinched her nipples hard enough to make her gasp. Michael dove in, tongue flat against her clit, licking slow circles while he pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned loud, head falling back against James’ shoulder.
“Fuck… yeah, like that,” she panted.
James reached around, rubbing her clit while Michael finger-fucked her faster. Her knees shook. The wet sounds filled the kitchen—sloppy, obscene. She felt it building quick.
“Guys… I’m gonna—”
Michael pulled his fingers out right as she started to shake. “Not yet.”
They moved her to the living room couch. James sat down, pants open, cock hard and thick in his hand. Emily straddled him without hesitation, sinking down slow. She hissed as he stretched her.
“Goddamn, so tight,” James groaned, hands on her hips.
Michael stood beside them, stroking himself, watching. Emily rode James hard, tits bouncing, ass slapping against his thighs. Michael leaned in, kissing her messy, tongue deep.
“Switch,” Michael said after a minute.
James lifted her off, set her on all fours on the couch. Michael took position behind, slamming in deep on the first thrust. Emily cried out, fingers digging into the cushions.
“Fuck! Harder!”
Michael gripped her hair, pulling her head back while he pounded her. James knelt in front, feeding her his cock. She sucked eagerly, sloppy, spit dripping down her chin. The room stank of sex—sweat, pussy, that sharp tang of arousal.
Michael slapped her ass. “You love this, don’t you? Getting used like our little slut nurse.”
Emily moaned around James’ dick. “Mmmph—yes—fuck me—”
James pulled out, stroking fast. “Gonna cum soon.”
Michael sped up, thrusts brutal. Emily felt the pressure build again—different this time, fuller, urgent. Her whole body tensed.
“I’m gonna squirt—fuck—don’t stop—”
Michael laughed low. “Do it. Soak the couch.”
He angled deeper, hitting that spot over and over. Emily screamed, body convulsing as she came hard. Clear fluid gushed out, splashing Michael’s thighs, dripping onto the cushions. She shook violently, pussy clenching around him.
“Shit—look at that,” James muttered, jerking faster.
Michael pulled out, stroking himself. “Your turn.”
He flipped her onto her back. James climbed between her legs, sliding back in easy—her pussy still pulsing. He fucked her steady, deep, while Michael straddled her chest, rubbing his cock between her tits.
Emily looked up at them both, eyes glassy. “Cum on me. Please.”
James groaned, thrusts erratic. “Fuck—here it comes—”
He pulled out, shooting thick ropes across her stomach and tits. Michael followed seconds later, adding more, painting her chest white. Cum dripped down her sides, mixing with her sweat.
They all panted, catching breath. Emily lay there a second, sticky and spent, then laughed weakly. “You assholes ruined my scrubs.”
James grabbed a towel from the floor, wiping her down roughly. “We’ll wash ’em. Promise.”
Michael helped her sit up. “Shower?”
Emily nodded, legs wobbly. “Yeah. And then bed. For real this time.”
She stood, cum still dripping down her thighs, and headed to the bathroom. Behind her, the guys high-fived like idiots. The TV flickered back to the game menu. Just another night in the apartment.