Doctor's Orders: Dirty Duty

The scent of disinfectant still clung to the air as I surveyed the doctor’s office, anticipating the task ahead. My husband, Mark, had insisted we clean it ourselves this weekend, a rather unusual request considering his parents routinely handled the upkeep. A mischievous glint sparked in my eyes; this was an opportunity too perfect to pass up. Last week had been a descent into delicious depravity, fueled by countless solo sessions with my favorite flesh-colored dildo, a marvel of realistic design that always seemed to deliver exactly what I craved. The memory of the intense pleasure, the frantic pounding of my heart, and the release that followed still lingered, a tantalizing reminder of my transgression.

Determined to make my husband regret his decision, I’d carefully planned this experience, pulling out all the stops to ensure maximum arousal. A short, plunging-neckline white nurse’s dress, unzipping down the front, felt like a perfect fit. Paired with a lacy low-cut French bra, designed to showcase my ample, brown-areoled nipples, and a pair of tiny thong bikini panties that would cling to my curves, I felt undeniably alluring. A matching garter belt completed the ensemble, promising a secure hold for my thigh-high stockings. The anticipation built as I prepared myself for the performance, mentally rehearsing every move, every moan, every shudder.

The morning of the cleaning arrived, and I began with a thorough shower, paying special attention to ensuring my pussy was pristine, just as my husband preferred. A quick shave left a delicate triangle of blond hair at the front, a playful touch that I knew he loved. Donning my outfit, a perfect fit, I settled into my dressing room chair, spreading my legs and caressing my swollen clitoris with the small, gold clit ring he’d given me for my birthday. The ring, cool against my skin, was a constant reminder of his affection and his desire.

As I waited for Mark to arrive, I couldn't help but indulge in a final, desperate act of self-pleasure, sliding two fingers inside and savoring the sensation before donning jeans and a shirt. The outfit I'd chosen, a stark contrast to my previous attire, was designed to maximize the effect. The short white nurse's dress ended just below my panties, leaving my ass cheeks bare and vulnerable. A small nursing cap perched atop my head, completing the look of a careless, yet captivating, nurse.

When Mark finally entered the office, wearing his usual white lab coat and stethoscope, his expression was one of bewildered confusion. “The doctor’s ready to examine his patient,” he stated, before his gaze fell upon me, frozen in a silent gasp. “What the heck?” he stammered, unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before him.

A slow, knowing smile spread across my face. This was going exactly as planned. “I’ve been a very naughty nurse all week,” I purred, relishing the awkwardness in his eyes. “I think I need to be punished.”

Jerry, as he was known, got behind my round ass cheeks protruding invitingly, poking and prodding with a playful smirk. “What have you done that’s been so bad?” he asked sternly, struggling to maintain composure.

“I’ve been masturbating all week,” I admitted meekly, pulling my dress up slightly to reveal a glimpse of my areoles. The sight seemed to ignite a spark of primal desire within him.

As he retrieved his stethoscope and doubled it into a makeshift weapon, I felt a thrill course through my veins. The anticipation intensified as he prepared to carry out his punishment. The red Rolling Stones tattoo on my pussy slit lapped across the smooth skin, a visual testament to my transgression.

Sitting in my dressing room chair, my legs spread wide, I focused on my throbbing clitoris, enjoying the feeling of his anticipation. The air crackled with unspoken tension. Suddenly, I wiggled my butt, letting my exposed skin tantalize him further. “Come in here a minute,” I hollered, leaning forward to meet his gaze.

As he entered, he noticed my playful demeanor, a hint of mischief in my eyes. “You’ve been a naughty nurse all week, and now you have to be punished,” he declared, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and frustration.

He proceeded to strip me of my clothes, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. The sight of my swollen, shaven pussy slit, framed by the delicate triangle of blond hair, sent shivers down his spine. The scent of my arousal filled the air, igniting his senses and driving him closer. As he removed his stethoscope, his touch became more insistent, a clear signal of his intentions.

With a swift movement, he brought the rubber tubing across my raised backside, his fingers digging into my flesh as he repeated the action, causing a searing pain that quickly turned into a euphoric pleasure. The rhythmic pounding intensified, driving me further into ecstasy. My pussy writhed and throbbed, responding to his touch with desperate abandon. The burning sensation was quickly forgotten as I succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Doctor, I need to be fucked with your big cock,” I blurted out, my voice raw with desire. “My pussy’s on fire, I need you to cum in it!”

Without hesitation, he ripped my panties from my body, revealing the exposed flesh and the frantic movements of my arousal. The sight of his impending arrival sent a surge of anticipation through me, a primal hunger that demanded to be satisfied. He ripped open his pants, revealing his enormous, purple cock, swollen with pre-cum. The sight of it was almost too much to bear, yet I welcomed the sensation, embracing the inevitable pleasure.

As he positioned himself above me, I spread my legs, preparing for the ultimate act of submission. His presence was overwhelming, his scent intoxicating. “Fuck me doctor,” I whimpered, succumbing to the heat of the moment.

He lunged forward, plunging his cock head deep into my waiting pussy. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and utterly exquisite. The muscles in my body tensed as I fought to maintain control, but the pleasure was too great to resist. My pussy convulsed, gripping his shaft with desperate abandon.

The world narrowed down to the sensation of his cock against my flesh, the pounding rhythm of his thrusts, and the intoxicating scent of arousal. I moaned and cried out, lost in the depths of pleasure, as he drove deeper and deeper. The heat intensified, a wave of ecstasy washing over me as his body joined in the frenzy.

As he withdrew his cock, I found myself breathless, trembling, and completely spent. Looking down at my legs, I realized that my body was drenched in sweat, a testament to the intensity of our encounter. A slow smile spread across my face, a silent acknowledgment of the pleasure we had shared.

“We’ll doctor,” I purred, leaning back against the exam table. “I think this naughty nurse needs some more punishment don’t you?” As he stared at my exposed body, a mischievous glint returned to his eyes, signaling that our evening was far from over. The thought of another round of pleasure filled me with anticipation, a delicious promise of further indulgence and domination.

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