Night Nurse

“I don’t know about this…”

Joanne clawed at the covers, kicking her feet beneath the sheets. “Oh, come on! Who can resist a sexy night nurse?”

“I guess.” The bathroom door opened and Steve emerged, fresh as a daisy. “But I doubt this is what most men have in mind.”

Joanne sat up in bed, giddy as hell. “Oh baby, you’re making me drool.”

He turned to trace both hands down the curve of his ass. “Does this dress make my butt look big?”

“No way, baby.” Joanne kicked off the covers. “I’m ready for my physical, but I must admit, I’m a little nervous.”

“You’re not the only one, sister.” Steve pulled on the tight white mini-dress Joanne had coaxed him into. “Why is this thing so short?”

“It shows off your thighs.” Her gaze drizzled the length of his stellar white stockings. “And, baby, you’ve got sweeeet thighs.”

When she reached for them, Steve hit her hand away. “That is not proper patient behavior!”

“I’m sorry, Nurse… what’s your name?”

“Ratched.”

Joanne laughed out loud. “No!”

“Okay, it’s Nurse Betty.”

“No!” She rolled around the bed, in fits. “Pick another one, baby.”

“Settle down, now.” Steve pinned one shoulder to the bed, and the warmth of his hand on her bare skin sent a pulse straight between her legs. “That’s a good girl.”

Her breath grew shallow as she looked up at his closely shaved face. He’d put on a touch of lipstick, a little blush, and some subdued eye shadow. The mascara made his blue eyes pop. When he smiled, she nearly passed out.

“I like your hair.”

Steve cocked his head, twisting strands of the blonde wig around one finger. “Oh, you! Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Will it get me here?” Joanne asked, sneaking her hand underneath his starched cotton dress.

“Naughty, naughty!” Steve clicked his tongue, moving Joanne’s hand to the mattress. “Were you raised by wolves, young lady? Let a girl do her job.”

“Lift your skirt. I’ll give you a job that’ll blow your mind.”

“Hmm? What was that?”

“Nothing, Nurse.”

Steve set his hands on his hips and shook his head. “No wonder none of the other clinics will take you.”

She reached for his crotch. “I’m baaad.”

With a squeal, Steve shuffled backwards. His cute canvas tennis shoes squeaked against the hardwood floors. “Keep those hands to yourself, young lady, or I’ll have to bring out the restraints.”

Joanne arched forward. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Just watch me!” Steve grabbed the Velcro pads from the dresser and strutted haughtily to the bedside. “Hands against the iron posts.”

“Make me!”

“You’re fighting a losing battle, young lady.” Steve grabbed both wrists as she tussled against him. “Don’t even bother. You’ll never win.”

“Yes I will!” She kicked her feet and whipped her hair while Steve velcroed her wrists together. Of course he was right—he was too strong to beat, and his muscles surged as he secured her hands to the iron bars of their headboard.

So she bit him.

“What the hell!” Steve jumped away from the bed, cradling his wounded arm. “You little bitch! I’ll have you locked up for assaulting a medical professional.”

“Do your worst and I’ll do mine.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What do you think it means?” Joanne struggled uselessly against the Velcro. “It means you’ve got a dirty little secret and I could easily expose it.”

“Expose it?” Steve’s cock jumped so hard Joanne could see it through his skirt. “Why, whatever do you mean?”

“I think you know.” Her feet were still free, and she grabbed the hem of his skirt between her toes, lifting it up. “Well, well. What have we here?”

“Brat!” Steve quickly covered himself, but the image of his thick cock branded itself on Joanne’s brain.

“I saw it,” she cooed, picturing the bulge of his cockhead beneath those tight white stockings. “You’ve got a big, hard cock under that skirt.”

“How dare you?”

“Don’t deny it.” Her foot found his erection and stroked it under his skirt. “Oh, you like that. My little foot rubbing your fat cock—you like it, don’t you?”

“This is most inappropriate,” Steve said, but he didn’t push her away.

“You’re a naughty night nurse. You just love it when wayward patients dig out your dick. Don’t you?”

Steve’s eyes flashed. “I’m a medical professional, young lady.”

“Oh yeah?” Joanne put on her brattiest airs. “Then why haven’t you examined me yet? If you’re such a professional, do your damn job.”

Squirming toward the edge of the bed, Joanne opened her legs. The position was a little awkward, with her hands bundled over her head and secured to an iron rod, but she’d give anything to feel his hands on her just now.

“I will do my job,” Steve said, picking up a pair of latex gloves. “And I’ll do it by the book, thank you very much.”

Joanne’s pussy pulsed as she watched her husband snap on those sheer gloves. They clung to his fingers the way those white stockings hugged his firm erection. God, she wanted that monster in her mouth. Steve looked so hot in his naughty nurse getup.

“Where do you want to examine me?” Joanne asked.

“Right here is fine.”

She giggled like a schoolgirl. “I mean where on my body, silly.”

“I see.” He set his palms on her splayed thighs and pressed down. His strength surged through the muscles in his arms. “This is as good a place as any.”

“Oh.” Joanne gazed at him through the valley of her breasts. Her skin jumped when he opened her pussy lips with his sheathed thumbs. She could feel his heat right through the latex. “You’ve done this before.”

He raised an eyebrow. “It’s my job.”

“In your professional opinion, Nurse, would you say I’m sufficiently juicy, too juicy, or not juicy enough?”

“That’s easy.” Steve pierced her with one thick finger, and her cunt rang out with a wet squelching sound. “Hear that? You’re wet enough for two.”

“Ooh!” Joanne’s muscles seized as Steve rubbed that sensitive spot just inside her pussy. “That feels good.”

“It’s not supposed to feel good,” Steve clucked as he jammed another finger inside her. “I’m measuring your cunt capacity. It’s a scientific procedure.”

“Like hell it is.”

Steve said, “Fine,” and pulled out.

Joanne put on a pout. “I didn’t say stop.”

With a smirk, he shoved them back in, filling her cunt so full she thrashed against her bindings. It hurt so good, the way he stretched her open with those thick, firm fingers. This felt different with gloves, strangely naughty. Those weren’t her husband’s fingers, oh no. They belonged to the naughtiest of night nurses—the one who’d secretly shared her bed for nearly twelve years.

She squealed when he dove between her legs.

“Just testing your reflexes,” Steve cried, crawling up the bed.

When his tongue met her clit, every muscle tensed. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes, young lady.” He wrapped his mouth around her pussy, sucking every swollen fold. Joanne hollered and shrieked, but she couldn’t fight him anymore—she wanted this too much. His lips traced sticky pink gloss all over her pussy lips. He kissed them like a mouth.

How was he doing that?

Pressing her heels into the mattress, Joanne hoisted her hips up, feeding Steve her pussy like a warm slice of strawberry pie. He growled as he ate her, cupping her ass cheeks with two gloved hands. She missed his fingers, but if all went as planned, she’d surely get a crack at the huge, throbbing cock beneath that prim white skirt.

A ball of fire lit in Joanne’s belly, and she bucked against Steve’s face. Her body had a mind of its own. Rubbing her fat clit up and down his hot tongue, she cried, “Yes, you naughty bitch! Eat my fucking cunt. I’m gonna come so hard.”

Steve grunted his approval, letting her stroke her eager cunt against his tongue. Would she have gotten off so fiercely if it wasn’t for the wig and the make-up? It seemed like she always came hardest when Steve was dressed to impress. There was something about seeing her guy dressed like a girl that really put her over the edge.

“Eat me!” She rammed her wet cunt against his face, finding the rhythm and the speed that took her up and over. “Yes! Right there, you naughty thing. Just like that.”

He kept at her as she came, and even when it felt like too much, he refused to let up. Her pussy fluttered, her belly flipped, and the muscles in her thighs locked tight. She struggled to get away, but it was no use. Velcro was a powerful tool when it wanted to be, and Steve’s gloved hands clung to her ass. No chance of being set free.

She arched higher off the bed when his tongue found some forgotten spot between her thighs. The edge approached faster than before, and suddenly she was over it again, freefalling off the precipice of orgasm. How did he do that? The man in the nurse’s uniform made her scream until her throat ached. She couldn’t get enough.

Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration.

“Too much,” she said, closing her legs to push his head away. “Too much. Oh God, I can’t take it anymore.”

Steve backed away from her swollen pussy, grinning like a demon. “Your reaction times are beyond reproach.”

Joanne couldn’t stop panting, but she managed to giggle.

“Make no mistake,” he went on. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She caught her breath just long enough to say, “I sure hope not.”

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