Pre-Discharge Discharge - Sex Stories

Pre-Discharge Discharge

... more as she retrieved a slim, pink dildo from the box. The machine on my right bleeped as Nurse Helen deftly pulled her panties aside and began teasing her clit with the tip of the dildo. “Arousal levels above average,” Nurse Sophie announced. Then she gave a little laugh. “The patient must really fancy you.” Whatever this was – dream, reality or death – it was incredible. I watched as Nurse Helen set the implement to vibrate, and began sliding the tip of it up and down in her crevice. I watched, unable to believe my eyes as she unashamedly used her other hand to unfold her labia. There she was, in the visitor’s chair, the tip of the dildo teasing at her entrance as her eyes grew a little misty. “Nurse Sophie, I need you to turn the display so I can see it. Then I need you to provide the patient with some more stimulation.” Stimulation? I was aware of Nurse Sophie manipulating the display, but couldn’t care less as I briefly contemplated the nature of this stimulation. Then Sophie was standing next to me, cradling her big breasts, squeezing them, pushing them together. She bent her head down, tongue extended, before it wickedly lashed at the nipples that were suddenly very swollen indeed as she pushed her breasts heavenwards. My cock twitched. I found it hard to believe that it could get any harder. Nurse Helen seemed to agree with my diagnosis, as she said, “Patient’s pulse high; arousal levels very high.” Nurse Sophie turned, bending over a little, wiggling her arse at me. ...

... I thought I heard Nurse Helen give a great sigh of contentment, but it was Sophie who was within reach. Whatever was going on, it seemed stupid to not take advantage of the situation, so I laid a hand on her silk covered arse, stroking first, then dragging my nails across the garment. “Aaaaah!” Nurse Helen breathed as the dildo buzzed. “Pulse rate increasing; arousal levels too.” Was she talking about me or herself? I could feel everything except pure instinct drain from me. My hand was between Nurse Sophie’s thighs, rubbing against her crotch. My fingers worked their way under the hem of her panties. The machine gave a bleep as they encountered sweet, slippery secretion. “Arousal levels intense,” Nurse Helen announced. The breathless delivery again suggested she was narrating her own state rather than mine. I was in no mood to stop, but let a finger slide inside Nurse Sophie, who breathed heavily as I wriggled the digit in her saturated tunnel. “Nurse Helen,” she said, “Is the patient supposed to have his finger inside me?” The buzzing stopped. “Arousal levels are dangerously high,” Nurse Helen said. “We don’t want to risk a premature ejaculation now, do we?” Quite who she was addressing was unclear. “We do have other tests we need to conduct. Remember?” There was a short pause as I kept my finger inside Nurse Sophie’s moist pussy, unwilling to remove it unless it became absolutely necessary. “Yes, Nurse Helen,” Sophie said. She turned around, and as she did so my finger did ...