The Pee Therapy Nurse - Sex Stories

The Pee Therapy Nurse

... held it there for a moment and then slowly depressed the plunger. Fuuuuuuuck…. The sensation was… well, is… almost impossible to describe. The pee, every bit as hot as her personal delivery into my panties, flooded the confined space inside my foreskin, bathing the head. Only about a quarter of the syringe’s contents were injected before the excess flowed up and out, spilling over to run down the front of my pants. Myna wiped this away with her hand and then gripped me again, sliding the nozzle to a different location inside the foreskin. The feeling of the hard tip grazing my glans made me gasp loudly. Myna now used her thumb and forefinger to pinch the opening of my foreskin and slide it up around the nozzle, working it slowly and widening it until it actually stretched to envelope the barrel of the syringe. I was trembling now, the nerve endings in the taut sleeve of skin tingling with pleasure, and my breath started to come in short sharp pants as she depressed the plunger again, filling the reservoir she had formed. This time, Myna’s finger and thumb were pinching my opening so tightly around the syringe that the piss had nowhere to escape. The fluid rushed in and made the sleeve of flesh balloon and bulge outward, stretching to the very limits. It was painful, but it was a deliciously wonderful pain that was bringing me close to the edge. Before the syringe was completely empty, the pressure was too much and Myna could no longer prevent the pee from bursting out. It ...

... exploded like a little mini-orgasm, spraying both of us. She withdrew the syringe, tucking it into the top of her garter-belt and pinched my foreskin, trying to hold as much of her pee inside as she could. For a moment, she was successful but then it began to dribble out and she started sliding my foreskin back and forth, pumping as though the pee was an ointment she was working into my cockhead. With each motion, a little more pee spurted out until finally the last of it was expelled and I was gasping with pleasure. I could see that Myna’s eyes were now glazed as she stared intently at the pre-cum now oozing out and it was obvious that she was thoroughly enjoying herself. She continued to pump until I felt my knees begin to buckle. ‘Banjo!’ I yelled. ‘Banjo’ is one of the safe words Myna and I have developed between us and, in loose translation, means: ‘You had better stop what you are doing or I am going to fucking-well shoot my load immediately!’ * * * We rested for a minute or so while I regained composure, then Myna went over to the vanity again. She picked up the large syringe now and selected a long black nozzle with a very bulbous tip. She screwed it on, deliberately slowly, and then filled the syringe from the first bottle, almost emptying it. She turned to face me now and caressed the nozzle as she locked her gaze with mine. The wicked gleam in her eye was back again and it sent delicious little shivers of anticipation through my nether regions. My erection had flagged ...