Personal Professionals Vol. 5: The Head Nurse - Sex Stories

Personal Professionals Vol. 5: The Head Nurse

... whimpered softly as she slowly caressed my throbbing cock. I had a million questions I desperately wanted to ask her, but for the moment, I decided silence was probably my best option. After all, I would hate to interrupt a perfect handjob. The soap from the sponge allowed her hand to glide easily over the smoldering flesh of my manhood, but also allowed her to grip it just enough to jerk it slowly. I groaned quietly, savoring the feeling as she worked my cock over in her hand. As I felt my orgasm building to a crescendo, I remembered the last encounter we had shared. "Ariel, wait," I panted. I did not want the same thing to happen again, so I attempted to slow things down and try to get some answers. "I'm gonna cum, but I want to-oohh..." Despite my objection, she continued her ministrations, adding a slight twisting motion in her wrist, bringing me right to the edge of release. That moment when you can't really form words yet, but you aren't quite over the edge? Makes it kind of hard to communicate. With a gasp and a long moan, my cock erupted, squirting my hot cum everywhere. Without missing a beat, the gorgeous nurse's luscious lips wrapped around the head of my cock, sucking it as her tongue lavished the underside. She then proceeded to lick any stray cum off of my stomach and thighs before pulling the sheet back over me. Without a word, she walked over to the restroom at the corner of the room. I could hear her washing her hands as I adjusted the bed to sit up properly ...

... as best I could. I had a feeling she was going to try repeating her little disappearing act from the night before, but I'd be damned if I let her. Glancing around, an idea occurred to me. Spotting her clipboard on the table next to my bed, I snatched it. With all my injured ribs and a broken arm, you can imagine it hurt like hell. But I knew that she would need that clipboard. When she came back into the room, she gave me a puzzled look. "Whatcha' doing, doll?" she asked slowly, a quizzical look in her eye. "Keeping you here," I replied. My ribs hurt like crazy, but I tried not to let it show too much. "What's the deal?" I continued. "Is this gonna be a regular thing? You driving me crazy and not letting me return the favor?" Ariel looked me straight in the eye and slowly walked to my side, leaning down closely and whispering in my ear. "Only until you're healed enough to fuck me, sexy." I felt my cock swell at the sound of her words. The scent of her body lotion was making my rational brain to foggy with the need to take her. My broken bones, however, apparently were not up for the task, though. As I tried to wrap my arms around her, my broken funny bone decided to remind me by sending a sharp pain through my entire upper body. With a strangled gasp, I fell back against the pillow. "Gah!" I groaned, clutching the cast around my arm. "Mother of..." I half-growled from the pain and breathed deeply, trying to block out the agony. "Aw, honey," Ariel exclaimed. "You have to lie ...