White Nurse's Secret Desire

The scent of antiseptic mingled with something else entirely, something primal and insistent, as I adjusted the red cross on my nurse’s cap. My husband, Mark, shifted slightly beneath the black blindfold, a low moan rumbling in his chest. It had been a few years since I’d indulged in a little role-playing, and the white nurse uniform, complete with the tiny red zipper running the full length of the garment, was an absolute delight. The fabric, a soft, almost silky material, clung to my curves, hinting at the pleasures to come. I’d deliberately chosen a pair of high-heeled red pumps to complete the look, their sharp clicks a constant reminder of the power I held.

“Mr. Smith,” I purred, my voice deliberately clipped and professional, “it’s time for your appointment. Please disrobe while I prepare all of my instruments for your check-up.” The words hung in the air, charged with unspoken anticipation. Mark’s struggle was palpable, his body tensing beneath the blindfold as he fumbled with the buttons and snaps of his shirt, eventually ripping it open to reveal the sculpted muscles of his chest. The sight of his hard cock, visible beneath his briefs, sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine. He caught my eye through the blindfold, a silent invitation that I happily accepted.

As he stripped down further, the red zipper on the nurse uniform became a focal point, a tantalizing glimpse of flesh below. The white thigh highs peeked out from beneath the fabric, a provocative display of smooth, pale skin. He removed his pants, the fabric falling away to reveal the full extent of his arousal, his cock springing upwards in a triumphant, involuntary thrust. The sound was a delicious, primal rhythm, a soundtrack to our shared desire. I stifled a giggle, savoring the moment.

“You’re going to feel a bit of pressure so I can get a reading,” I said, my voice soft and intimate, as I moved closer, my hand resting lightly on his exposed member. The heat radiating from his body was intoxicating. I began to manipulate the tip of his cock, a slow, deliberate caress that built anticipation. The blindfold intensified his senses, heightening every sensation, making him even more responsive to my touch. As I worked, I laid out my equipment: a generous amount of lubricant, a blindfold, a sturdy leather belt, a satin sash, and a prostate massager. Each item felt like a tool in my arsenal, designed to heighten the experience.

Once he was fully undressed, I instructed him to lie back on the plush king-sized bed. “Mr. Smith, it has been way too long since your last check-up. Shame on you for neglecting your needs for so long. I’m going to ask you to lie back so I can monitor your blood pressure.” I carefully slipped the black blindfold over his eyes, plunging him into darkness and intensifying his other senses. The soft fabric brushed against his skin, a sensual caress that sent a jolt of pleasure through his body.

As he relaxed, I moved down his body, my touch slow and deliberate. The feeling of my fingertips tracing the curve of his chest, the heat radiating from his core, was exquisite. I slid my hand down his thigh, feeling the tension building beneath the fabric of his briefs. Then, I reached for his member, gently stimulating it with my fingers before inserting a gloved hand. The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming, his body arching in response. I moved my hand up and down, teasing him relentlessly, savoring each shudder and groan.

“Mr. Smith, you’re going to feel a bit of pressure so I can get a reading,” I whispered, continuing my ministrations. The sensation was intense, almost unbearable, but he didn’t resist. He was completely lost in the moment, surrendering to my control. I took a deep breath, preparing for the next stage of the examination. Slowly, I began to suck and lap at his shaft, pulling and pulling until I could barely maintain my composure. His legs rose with restless pleasure, his body convulsing with each thrust. I knew he was on the verge of an explosion, so I released his member with a final, lingering kiss.

After that, I moved on to check the health of his balls, a ritual he always found particularly stimulating. I gave a playful lick to one of his testicles before engulfing it in my wet mouth. I sucked and licked, teasing him mercilessly, while he moaned and arched his back, barely able to contain himself. The other testicle wasn't forgotten, and I moved on to torture him on the other side as well. The anticipation grew with each passing moment, a delicious torment that both of us enjoyed.

While he relaxed in breathless tantalization, I informed “Mr. Smith” that all was well with his blood pressure. Now, it was time to check his heart beat. I straddled him, pulling him close, and he brought his hands to my waist, a desperate attempt to break free from my grasp. “Oh no, Mr. Smith, that would be quite inappropriate,” I said, my voice laced with amusement. I moved his hands back down to rest on the bed, a clear indication of my dominance. Then, I placed my head to his chest, listening intently to the rhythm of his heart. “Nice and strong, Mr. Smith. Very good,” I murmured, breathing hot air on his nipple. He began to buck a little, struggling to maintain control, but I reminded him to keep things professional. With a playful lick of the belt, I continued to tease him, relishing in his frustration.

“Are you really going to be a tough patient?” I asked, my voice dripping with mock concern. “No, ma’am. I’ll behave myself,” he replied, a hint of desperation in his tone. “Good.” As he relaxed back into the bed, I shifted my focus to his ass. The bum digity was thoroughly lubricated, ready for my attention. I turned on the prostate massager, inserting the toy with a deliberate, sensual movement. The vibrations sent shivers down his spine, and I knew it was hitting its mark. I let the vibrator do its job, intensifying the pleasure, before deciding, “Mr. Smith, I’ve changed my mind. Professionals out the window! I have to have you now. I’m such a bad nurse!”

With the bum probe still firmly in place, I unzipped my sexy nurse uniform, revealing my plump breasts and freshly shaved pussy. I allowed his hands to rise to feel my hips and ass as I slipped down onto his ready cock. The release was immediate and explosive, a torrent of pleasure that left us both breathless and spent. We convulsed in a fit of ecstatic orgasms, clinging to each other as the waves of pleasure washed over us. As the intensity subsided, he held me in his arms, whispering in my ear, “I’m so glad you’re healthy.” The scent of antiseptic and desire lingered in the air, a testament to our shared experience. My nurse outfit, once a symbol of professionalism, now felt like a badge of pleasure, a reminder of the delicious transgression we had just committed.

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