Playing naughty nurse Pt 1: The conversation

I called her, she must have known it was important and she was surprised, and you could hear her excitement in her tone.

Her: You must be feeling good?

J: do you have your nurse outfit at home with you? I’ve got my camera and my roommate has just checked out.

H: J, you’ve just had surgery. To your hip nonetheless.

J: I let the silence sit in that space on the phone.

Waited.

H: J, are you there?

J: When do you think you will ever get this opportunity again. The ward is close to empty, doctors have left me alone since I’m just here between hospitals, I’m not even on any hard meds… the room is ours to do with as we please.

Im there in 1 hour.

No bye. No chit chat. Just a clean hang up.

I meet her downstairs as she entered the foyer. Tight sapphire blue maxi dress that hugged her curves. She had enlarged her cup size 6 months ago, and they were barely being kept under wraps. If they weren’t already attention grabbing enough, her permanently attention seeking nipples could not be missed.

My semi yet very free manhood prominently promoted through my hospital gown and seeing her I could feel the blood moving through my limbs. This could get very big very quick and no where to hide it, except between us.

Our lips met before words are spoken. We show our excitement by the moisture of our and the softness of our lips and the ensuing stare into each other’s eyes.

We smile. And walk towards the lifts. Wait patiently, move towards the nearest of the three lift doors that open. Push level 3 and before she can muster words I’ve already pressed her against the elevator wall and press so she can feel my joy in her visit.

My stroll through the hospital ward is slowed due to being on crutches and we catch the attention of the nurses who do not have many patients to attend to with all the recent discharges and no intakes with no surgeries on the weekend. My nurse raises an eyebrow that I intentionally ignore, keep my gaze low and move as quick as possible into the room close the door behind us and draw the curtain to create our little fuck studio - already set up with camera equipment, hospital lighting on full and ropes tied to the frame of the bed as anchor points.

She noticed everything. Giggles. I motion her to place her bags on the floor just to the side of where I’m standing. She squats down to remove thing from inside her bags, but before she can, I’ve lifted the gown over my head, taken her pony tail and wrapped it around my right hand. My left hand finds her jawline. And shifts her face to look at my cock right in front of her.

She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t question, doesn’t break stride. It’s in her hand and it’s down her throat. Her motion, level of sloppiness, tightness of grip are on perfect point. It’s only the second time she’s has had a go round and her mechanics are times to perfection. She pulls away for a second and a smile emerges on her face.

My inquisitive face eludes to why she has stopped.

I’ve been practicing my deep throat. It’s obviously improved since last time. Smile.

I look at her a deep long stare… sweetheart, once I’m fully hard, then rate your ability, until then… my hand holding her ponytail pushes the back of her head as my left hand shifts from jawline to chocking hold. Her eyes open, dilation of the pupil, push of air out from her nostrils. Within a few minutes my cock has swollen, my girth filling her mouth as she struggles to get the last 1/4 in and then… gags, gags and gags again as tears fill her eyes.

Thought you could take it you little slut.

I let go of hair and throat - show me how you can take it all.

The next 30 minutes are spent with her frivolous attempts and my cock has expanded and is not at full flex.

I have to fuck you. I need this cock in me.

I smile. She’s out in a good effort and I’m going to give her what she wants…

Did you record that? Fuck. You didn’t record that did you?

She’s been told previously that her role is to handle my cock. I handle the rest. I remind her that she’s made an indiscretion, she’s about to say something, probably a justification, but she remembers suddenly that she will be punished further if she does and swollows her words. I grab her pushing her down and back against the wall, grab hold of her wrists putting them together over her head and against the wall. Wrap her ponytail as her mouth opens and my clock finds the back of her throat. It continues to find the back of her throat pump after pump. Take it out of her mouth and stare at the level of sloppiness left dripping off my swollen shaft and head. I smile in delight. She begins to break a smile but it’s cut short as my cock almost forces her teeth and she’s lucky to get them out of the way in time.

Her throat is my fuck toy. I pull her up off her knees. She’s handled it like a champ.. She knows it and she’s proud. Then I whisper into her ear.

That, that is why you’re a good girl. Kiss her passionately. Her hand wraps around cock. I know she’s dripping. I haven’t even touched her and I know her juices are running down her thigh.

Give me the lube. She looks at me puzzled. She knows she’s wet and she’s ready and it’s not needed. I can see that processing in her head.

Part 2: Get me the lube.