The Pee Therapy Nurse - Sex Stories

The Pee Therapy Nurse

... ‘Deeply, now,’ she said. At first, it was the sharp tang of her pee that reached my nostrils but then then I experienced the richer, sweeter scent of her sex. It was heady and intoxicating, peppery like nutmeg, and the power of her aroma made my pulse pound in my temples. My cock twitched, pressing hard against the plastic panties, and I had to each out to grab Myna’s thigh for support. She stood there for a few seconds longer and straightened up. ‘And… now the second test,’ she said. She turned now and leaned over with her hands resting on her knees and her delectable bottom squarely in my face. She took a deep breath and then spoke. Her voice was beginning to get a little thick and strained… ‘Now, place your hands on my bottom and spread it open,’ she instructed. ‘Then, place your face into the crevice… ready?’ I spread her open as directed and my heart leaped in my chest as gazed on the pale, pinkish-tan eye staring back at me. It was so delicate and tightly twisted that I wanted to tease it open with my tongue but I did as I was old and just lowered myself forward into her. ‘Inhale deeply again,’ I heard her say. Dear Jesus… the effect was like getting punched in the stomach. Myna often used an antiseptic wash before anal play and the sweet aromatic fumes of that assailed my nostrils before I detected, beneath it, a muskier, animal smell… It was deeply wild, feral, and exciting. This time, my cock didn’t merely twitch in response, it jerked inside the panties and I swear ...

... I could hear it splash in the enveloping pee. Myna patted my arm a she disengaged once again. ‘Very good,’ she smiled in obvious approval. I was told to stand once more and Myna inspected the fluid in my panties for tell-tale signs of pre-cum leakage. She saw none and stroked her chin as though in consideration of some medical issue. ‘Hmmm,’ she mused. ‘I rather thought we may need to address the foreskin issue.’ Myna pulled open the front of my panties and reached her gloveless hand into the pool of still warm piss, grasping my cock and pulling it upright to stand flat against my belly. She let the waistband close so that my erection was trapped and just the head peeped out. She went over to the vanity, picked up the smaller of the two syringes and then selected the partly full bottle containing the darker specimen of collected pee. She opened it, tilting the contents and inserting the syringe so she could fill it, then examined it critically, using the plunger to expel the extra air. She approached me again. ‘Now, be still, please,’ she said. The nozzle on the syringe, sans needle attachment, was about one and a half inches long and was tapered with a rounded tip. Myna grasped he exposed head of my cock between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed slightly so that the opening of my foreskin gaped a little. She then placed the nozzle into the aperture and slowly slipped it inside, sliding the tip deliciously over the sensitive glans within until it could go no further. She ...