Emma swiped the key-card in the lock and turning around, she pushed the door open with her behind. She entered the room backwards, resignedly dragging the cart in her wake. The curtains had not been fully drawn and the room was well lit by the morning sun. As a consequence, Emma didn’t bother to reach for the light switch.
Continuing on her way she stepped further into the room, passing by the bathroom and then on into the main sleeping area. With a hiss followed by a soft metallic click, the door swung shut and Emma was left alone – or so she believed.
Emma took a cursory scan of the room in search of the TV remote control so that she might have one of the music stations playing while she set about her work, but turning towards the bed she suddenly gasped with horror, her hand quickly reaching up to her lips in a vain attempt to stifle her cry. She couldn’t believe she’d been so stupid, that she hadn’t noticed him before. Admittedly, there had been no Do Not Disturb sign hanging from the door handle, but really, she ought to have knocked before entering. But then, this was Emma’s ninth room of the morning, so it was perhaps understandable that her concentration was waning a little.
Nervously Emma looked towards the man’s face. His head was turned sideways on and his eyes were shut tight. She thanked her luck that he was still sleeping and prepared to sneak back out of the room when something quite inexplicable stopped her in her tracks. It was a tiny thrill that tingled throughout her body and made her feel strangely powerful. You see, Emma had a naughty streak, and it told her to do bad things just because she could, and it began to exert itself now.
She looked back towards the sleeping man. He was certainly handsome, early to mid thirties she would have guessed. His hair was dark, well styled yet inevitably tousled through sleep. His morning stubble was dark across a strong jaw-line and high cheekbones, and his lips were ever so slightly parted so that Emma could just make out perfectly straight white teeth. Her eyes scanned lower.
The man’s chest was naked and lay fully exposed. Emma felt a tiny electrical charge of excitement, and if she had only stopped to question it, she would have realized it meant trouble. He looked good; there was no doubt about that. He was slim and well toned, his muscles subtly sculpted rather than being overly bulky, and Emma nibbled her bottom lip as she watched his torso rise and fall as he slept.
And her gaze slid lower still.
A single cotton sheet lay draped across the man’s hips, and her eyes followed the wispy line of dark hair that led down from his naval and beneath the bed linen, to hint at what lay below. She observed the outline of his strong legs, one straight, the other bent at the knee. It really wasn’t Emma’s fault – she couldn’t help herself, it was there for anyone to see – but as her eyes finally fell upon the outline of what looked like a thick, semi-erect cock resting heavily against his thigh, she swallowed breathlessly and stared.
Emma’s heart raced and the rational part of her mind was screaming out at her to leave, but unfortunately it was too late for that. Mischievous Emma was in control now, and she knew she just had to take a tiny, little peek.
Creeping to the side of the bed she carefully bent forward. It was almost as though her hand was possessed with a mind of its own as she watched it slowly inch its way towards him, her thumb and forefinger delicately pinching a fold in the sheet in readiness to lift it away.
Emma could smell the heat of the man’s naked body and it caused her pulse to quicken further. It was thick and warm; no cologne, no moisturizer, just a simple clean scent. He must have showered before bed, but he smelled of... well, he smelled like a man and Emma liked it.
Lower still she drew the sheet, exposing the naked flesh of his lower abdomen. She swallowed hard and licked her lips as she followed the defined line where his pelvic muscles led inward in a discernable ‘V’.
Emma allowed her imagination to run wild. She wondered if he had enjoyed sex the night before; if he’d hired a call girl – as she knew so many of the guests did – and fucked her hard before sending her on her way five hundred pounds richer.
She wondered if he’d picked up some tart at one of the nearby nightclubs and licked her pussy before calling a cab for her. She felt a tiny pulsating between her thighs as she drew the sheet still further away.
She blinked and released a tiny, involuntary moan from the back of her throat as she finally exposed his thick cock. It was quite beautiful really, all soft and heavy against his thigh, and it was as large as any she had seen before. It looked so wonderfully smooth, a single strong vein running underneath, and she studied its entire length from the base to the swell of its scarlet head.
Emma couldn’t stop herself from wondering what it might look like when fully aroused, what it might feel like against her soft palm if only she dared to hold it. She even went on to consider what it might taste like if she was to take it into her mouth, and her body throbbed with a deep yearning...
But unfortunately for poor Emma she didn’t get the chance to imagine how it might feel to have this stranger’s erect cock slowly push its way between her pussy lips before sliding deep inside her.
Yelping, she let go of the sheet and tried to pull away, but it was no good; the strong hand that closed around her wrist gripped so tightly and escape was quite impossible.
Emma had only been working at the hotel for a matter of weeks, and she certainly had no intention of staying there for very much longer. The job was no more than a necessary evil as she had big plans to go backpacking around Europe, yet needed to earn some serious cash in order to enjoy herself in the manner she felt she deserved. But for all that hotel work was boring, and on occasions rather unpleasant, the money was actually pretty good. And besides, there had always been something of the voyeur about Emma and she rather enjoyed being able to take a secret peek into the bedroom antics of other people – some of them pretty rich and powerful.
Home for the time being was a very chic boutique class hotel. It was the kind of place where the famous and the infamous could carry out their numerous indiscretions in an atmosphere of absolute privacy. The hotel was very sexy, and in keeping with this, so too were the staff. And by way of a reward for their appearance and tact, they were paid a far higher wage than they would be for comparable work at most other establishments.
Upon taking up her position Emma had been issued with her uniform – a couple of rather short black silk skirts, and several tailored, slightly transparent white cotton blouses. At first she had thought about trading her blouses in for the next size up, but as she noticed the other girls with their tight tops and pert breasts proudly jutting out, the old schoolgirl rivalry kicked in and she simply released an extra button to show just a little more cleavage.
Like many young women Emma had a passion, only in her case it was not for expensive handbags or designer shoes. No, Emma simply adored fine lingerie. And on this particular morning she was wearing a beautiful black lace combination she’d spent a fortune on while holidaying in Italy the previous year. It was one of those days when she’d woken feeling rather playful, and as she dressed she would have liked nothing more than to have worn her sheer stockings, a suspender belt and no panties at all, even if no one but her got to know about it. But unfortunately the hotel rules clearly stated that legs had to remain bare during the summer months and so, in the end, she opted for a tiny black lace thong that showed off her toned bottom to perfection, and a pretty matching bra.
Even before starting work Emma could feel her excitement mounting as she stared at herself in her bedroom mirror, twisting first one way and then the other to admire her curves, and she even toyed with the idea of letting her fingers have a little play, but she was running dangerously late as it was, so she quickly slipped into the rest of her uniform and headed off down to the kitchen for a quick cup of coffee.
Poor Emma tried to pull back but it was no good, she was held fast. Whimpering, she looked down and the man stared back up at her, two cobalt-blue eyes boring into her and a subtle smile playing at the corners of his lips.
‘Please, sir, I’m terribly sorry,’ she babbled. ‘I... I didn’t know you were here. I was just going to clean the room when I saw you and... and I was just about to leave and...’
The man’s smile broadened further. ‘That’s not exactly all you were about to do, now is it?’ he said with calm amusement, his voice rich and deep.
‘I am sorry, sir, honest. Please let me go. I don’t know what came over me. I’ll... I’ll go away and come back and clean later. Please,’ she pleaded, feeling her cheeks burn scarlet with humiliation and her heart beat wildly within her chest.
‘Relax,’ the man said soothingly, but his grip remained vice-like around her wrist. ‘What’s your name?’
She bowed her head meekly. ‘It’s Emma, sir,’ she whispered, peering down at him through long lashes and feeling as though she was back at school, standing before her formidable headmaster.
‘Well... Emma,’ he began, taunting her, ‘you have absolutely nothing to worry about...’ He looked down to where his slumbering cock lay naked and exposed, and in doing so he tricked Emma into following his gaze. She felt her cheeks flush deeper still, and when she looked up at his face once more that cruel grin had returned.
‘Oh please let me go, sir,’ she begged. ‘Really, I’m very sorry.’ Emma jerked her bodyweight backwards, but his hold remained just as firm as ever.
‘Of course I’m going to let you go, silly,’ he said, ‘just as soon as you’ve been taught a little lesson. You look like a bright girl, Emma. Surely you can understand that you must be punished?’ All of a sudden the man swung himself from the bed, spinning Emma around and twisting her arm up painfully behind her back, and with his free hand he grabbed her other wrist and wrenched that back too.
‘Ouch!’ Emma cried. ‘That hurts!’
Ignoring her gasps of pain and indignation he pushed her across the room until her thighs met the edge of the beautiful oak writing table, but he didn’t stop there, and his bodyweight continued to bear down on her so she was forced to bend forward from the waist, her arms burning as her breasts pressed down against the desktop, the breath squeezed from her lungs.
Emma felt the man take both her wrists in one strong hand, and try as she might the way he held her meant it was simply too painful for her to resist. With his free hand he reached for the hem of her skirt, dragging it up to leave it gathered uselessly around her waist.
Emma let out a frightened whimper as she felt his fingers grab the waistband of her thong, tearing the soft lace and burning her flesh as he yanked it down across her thighs. ‘No, please!’ she cried as he kicked her ankles with his bare feet, forcing her legs even wider apart and allowing her ruined underwear to fall down around one ankle.
‘Come now, Emma,’ he said, his voice calm and authoritative. ‘Come now. You must learn to take responsibility for your actions. You behaved in a way in which you had no right to, and now you deserve to be punished.’
A loud crack suddenly shattered the quiet of the room, and Emma squealed with the searing pain that shot through her bottom. She instinctively tried to rise, but his body weight continued to bear down upon her so that resistance was quite impossible. Another slap quickly followed the first, and then another, and the realization that this man, this stranger, was actually spanking her bare backside by way of a punishment was almost as shocking as the stinging pain his palm elicited.
‘Ouch! Stop it, please!’ Emma cried, and she squirmed on the desk as best she could, but her protests were entirely ignored and he continued to rain slap after slap down upon her poor, burning bottom.
‘What’s the matter, Emma?’ she heard him taunt. ‘You think you’re too big for a good spanking? Well perhaps you should have thought about that before you started sneaking around where you had no right to be.’
‘No, I’m sorry, it’s just... ouch! Please,’ but Emma’s words were utterly useless and she felt her poor cheeks sting with an intensity she had never known.
She gritted her teeth and she furrowed her brow. There was absolutely nothing she could do to lessen the force of his tightly held fingers as they began to smack upward, lifting her cheeks with the force of each strike and causing her body to throb with an itchy heat. Emma found herself tensing the muscles of her backside with every strike, and in a way that forced her to grind her abdomen hard against the table edge.
‘I must say, Emma,’ the man offered, in far too relaxed a tone, ‘you do have just about the prettiest bottom I have ever had the pleasure to spank, and as for that tight pussy of yours...’
‘No, please!’ she gasped, once more brought back to the full extent of her exposure; the way she’d been forced to bend flat upon the desk, and the way her legs had been unceremoniously parted wide, meant that her tormentor had the perfect view of her naked pussy from above and behind, and the idea that he might have plans beyond her spanking caused her to chew anxiously upon her lower lip and to dig her nails into her palms.
While he continued to spank her beaten, scarlet flesh, she couldn’t stop herself from imagining what he might be tempted to do with that big cock of his. She whimpered, her eyes filling with tears, yet in a strange, contradictory way it wasn’t only shame, fear and pain that she found herself experiencing. A deep dark throbbing presented itself also, but that was something she was not quite ready to acknowledge – not even to herself.
Emma tensed with every cruel slap of the man’s hand, terrified of what was still to come, yet deep down she knew full well that she deserved it. She was forever getting herself into little scrapes and perhaps this time she had truly overstepped the mark.
And then, all of a sudden, the man surprised her once more, yet not in any of the ways she had feared, expected or perhaps even wanted.
‘All right, Emma, I think we’re done now,’ he said, finally bringing the flat of his palm to rest against the burning flesh of her backside. ‘You may get up now.’ With great care he placed his hands beneath her arms to help her back into a standing position, before stepping away from her.
Emma could not believe her ears. She had been certain that he wouldn’t simply let her go once he’d finished spanking her. She’d felt sure that he’d want more. She pulled down her skirt, fussing at the creases with trembling fingers, then wiped her eyes with the back of a hand before turning to face him again.
He had wrapped a bath towel around his waist, but his upper body remained naked. It grated a little, but despite his cruel treatment of her Emma still couldn’t help but notice just how good he looked.
She decided to leave her ruined thong behind as it was utterly useless to her now – he could keep it as a memento – so she slipped it from her ankle and dropped it to the carpet. Then she was just about to take hold of her trolley and walk stiffly from the room, hopelessly trying to keep as much dignity as she possibly could, when he spoke again, still calm, self-assured, and authoritative.
‘Of course, I’ll just have to call down to your manager and report what I caught you doing. It shouldn’t take more than a moment, and then you can be on your way.’
Emma felt a second wave of panic wash into her stomach. ‘But that’s not fair!’ she protested, sounding every bit the petulant child. ‘You’ve already punished me! Please don’t report me as well. I’ll lose my job and I really need it. Please! I’ll... I’ll do anything!’
The man smiled his arrogant smile. ‘Oh no, Emma, you misunderstand me. That spanking was merely a little admonishment for you daring to take a look at a guest’s cock. No, there’s a much more important matter at stake here. This is an extremely expensive hotel, you know. Your managers can’t afford to hire staff who think it’s acceptable to invade the privacy of their clients, now can they?’ Emma simply bowed her head in shame. ‘But that said, I must confess, there’s something about you that I like. And you say you’ll do anything?’ he questioned, with a cruel glint in his eye, and Emma nodded forlornly without uttering a word. ‘So what exactly will you do, Emma?’ he asked, his grin widening as he took evident pleasure in the power he wielded.
‘I don’t know... anything, I suppose,’ she replied sheepishly.
‘Anything what, Emma?’ he pressed, his voice sterner now, his face smiling no more. ‘Let’s not forget that I’m a paying guest here and you’re merely a member of staff.’
‘Anything... sir.’
‘Good girl, that’s better. So, how about you suck my cock with that pretty mouth of yours, hm?’
Emma quickly looked up, feeling both shock and shame in equal measure. ‘But...’ she began.
‘No, it’s quite all right, I completely understand,’ he said, cutting her off with a casual wave of the hand as he reached for the telephone.
‘No!’ she cried. ‘Please don’t.’
The man turned to look at her again and raised a questioning eyebrow.
‘All right,’ she muttered.
‘All right what, Emma?’
‘All right... sir,’ she replied again, louder and with more than a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
The man laughed. ‘I like you, Emma. Really I do. You’ve got spirit. But no, what I meant was... all right, what will you do?’
This time she fixed him with a stare and said in a full, clear voice, making no attempt to hide her disdain. ‘Okay, sir, I will suck your cock if you promise not to report me to my manager.’
‘Very well, then we have a deal,’ he replied with a satisfied smile, even going as far as to offer a tiny bow of his head. ‘So, come here.’
Slowly, and without shame, he unwrapped the towel from his waist, allowing it to fall to the floor before stepping forward towards her.
Emma couldn’t stop herself from eying his thick cock as it hung loose and heavy between his thighs. It really did look rather large, and she felt her heart race in anticipation of what she was about to do.
Reaching out he took her hands in his, before seating himself on one corner of the foot of the bed. ‘Kneel down,’ he instructed, and Emma did just as she was told. ‘See, you can be a good girl when you want to be. Now, take it in your mouth.’
Emma knelt completely still between his sturdy, parted thighs, staring wide-eyed at his flaccid penis as shame and embarrassment gripped her.
Taking control the man guided one of her hands, turning it palm upward and allowing the full weight of his cock to rest on her wrist and forearm. It felt so hot and so heavy and Emma gasped as she felt his balls tighten against her touch. Slowly and tentatively she leaned down, closer, and parted her lips.
She wrapped her free hand around the base of his still flaccid prick and shut her eyes tightly, her heart set to burst as she lowered herself further and further before finally daring to close her lips about halfway down his shaft. Really she ought to have recoiled in horror as the stranger’s cock rested within her mouth, but for some reason she found herself accepting it quite comfortably, almost enjoying its clean, salty taste and the sensation of its tiny heartbeat pulsating ever so lightly against her tongue.
And then she began to suck.
‘Oh yes, that’s a good girl, Emma. Your mouth feels good. Very good. Now, make sure you get me nice and hard.’
As his cock began to stiffen inside her mouth Emma felt her humiliation growing with it. Of course it was utterly outrageous that she should find herself performing oral sex on a complete stranger, but really, she had no other option.
Gripping her fist a little tighter around his steadily swelling prick, she tentatively extended two fingers from the hand that still cupped his balls to gently stroke the soft skin beyond. She drew her head upward, sucking tightly and feeling his thick ridge brush across her lips as she left him completely and a sticky thread of pre-cum dribbled against her chin.
Again she sank down, and again she pleasured him with the warm moist vacuum of her mouth while his cock continued to grow stiffer and fatter and taller. Emma felt it in her grip too, and she was forced to open her palm a little so as to accommodate him further.
‘Mmm, I can tell you’ve done this many times before, my dear girl,’ the man taunted. ‘I’m starting to wonder if you weren’t secretly hoping I would wake up and force you to suck my prick all along.’
Emma had never felt such shame, because in a way he was right; she had been fantasizing about that very thought, but it had been only that, a fantasy, and she certainly hadn’t expected it to become reality. So with a fairly flimsy feeling of justification she told herself that she was being coerced into sucking his cock, that she was only doing it out of sufferance so that she might hang on to her job. But her body betrayed her true feelings, and her clit swelled hot and tight as she sank her lips around his long shaft all over again, taking him even deeper within her mouth.
‘Emma,’ he whispered after a short while, sliding a thumb across the soft flesh of her neck in order to gain her attention. She looked up, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked against him. ‘I want to watch you lick it just like you would a lollypop.’
Emma obeyed him completely, and quickly lifting herself away a little she began to take long, lazy laps up the entire length of his cock, fixing him with her stare as she did so. It really was as handsome a prick as she had ever encountered. It was long and rather thick, but thankfully it hadn’t grown to the monstrous length she’d feared when she viewed it in a more relaxed state.
She began to work her fist up and down its girth too, drawing the foreskin up and down as she planted moist kisses upon the exposed, scarlet crown.
‘Mmm, Emma, you’re very good at this,’ he purred. ‘Now, be a good girl and make me cum.’
Emma sank her mouth down around him with a renewed enthusiasm, slurping away at his saliva-slick cock while her hand pumped quickly up and down. She felt his fingers grab at the opening of her blouse and she almost lost her balance as he pulled her still further onto him, his knuckles pressing into the upper swell of her breasts. Then suddenly the man wrenched his arms apart to rip Emma’s blouse wide open, each tiny button bursting its thread to bounce away across the plush, carpeted floor. She cried out with alarm, but quickly accepted the joy in being treated so badly before proceeding to suck him all the more hungrily.
Emma felt his fingers slip beneath the shoulder straps of her bra, and as he began to slide them away she made no effort to stop him. The soft lace cups were quickly pulled down and the cool air-conditioning taunted her naked breasts.
Looking up she watched as he used his tongue to quickly wet the thumb and first two fingers of each hand, before he lowered them to her dimpled areola. She gasped as he began to circle, coating her nipples with saliva and teasing them into two stiff, sensitised peaks. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her work, but it was impossible not to be aware of her poorly neglected pussy and how it ached for attention.
‘Jeez...’ he gasped, ‘that’s too fucking good,’ and once again he wound his fingers into her hair. It was clear that he was close and Emma felt him press her head down into his groin as he began to push up with his hips. The way that he tugged her hair was a little uncomfortable at first, and there were moments when she feared she might choke, such was the intensity of his thrusts, but at the same time it somehow added to the outrageous thrill in being used for the selfish pleasure of another.
Emma listened, drawing anxious breaths through her nostrils, as he began to moan and gasp with increased intensity.
Then suddenly he relaxed his grip and she was able to lift her head away until her lips encircled only the thick ridge at the head of his shaft. She worked him quickly with her hand, knowing he was about to cum and her pussy throbbed at the mere thought of it.
You see, secretly Emma loved to suck cock, she’d always felt rather guilty about it, but it was the truth nevertheless. It made her feel powerful yet wonderfully dirty at the same time, and in that instant she wanted nothing more than for the handsome stranger before her to ejaculate down her throat. But clearly he had plans of his own as quickly, and rather unexpectedly, he lifted her head away completely. He made a grab for his prick, closing his fist around Emma’s and growling through gritted teeth, he forced her to pump him harder still.
And then all of a sudden he held himself utterly rigid, his breath catching at the back of his throat, and Emma stared up at him with wide eyes. She felt his cock twitch and spasm violently beneath her grip a split second before his body released and with a desperate cry, he proceeded to shoot hot, sticky cum all over her chin, her lips and her breasts. He continued pumping with his hand and Emma shut her eyes tight in a vain attempt to hide from of her humiliation, as he effectively masturbated over her.
A few tense moments passed in silence until she dared open her eyes and look up at him again. She watched his chest swell as he drank down deep draughts of air, until finally he opened his eyes as well, to smile back down at her.
‘Mmm, Emma, that was amazing,’ he exclaimed with a self-satisfied drawl, wiping her semen-streaked chin with the tip of a finger before slipping it between her lips. ‘You’ve paid me back just perfectly, so you can clean yourself up and be on your way now. And you have my word that I’ll say nothing but good things about you to your supervisor.’
Emma suddenly felt an overwhelming flood of disappointment now it was all over. She bowed her head, ashamed of her secret desires, and made a grab for her clothes. Then struggling awkwardly to her feet she shuffled away to the bathroom.
Quickly slipping into the shower she soaped her sticky body clean. The hot jets felt good against her skin and she found herself relaxing a little, but she could not ignore the intense frustration that pulsated between her thighs. She even considered finding release there and then with her fingers, but that would have somehow felt wrong, as all she really wanted was him.
She dried herself off and slipped back into her skirt, pulling on her blouse and holding it together with folded arms, due to it no longer having any buttons. Then going back into the room she found him standing with his back to her. He was wearing a white towelling bathrobe, and was gazing out of the window at the impressive city skyline. Then slowly he turned to acknowledge her presence.
Each of them stared at the other. He smiled, but no longer with devious intent, and Emma just looked away, blushing.
‘Will you be checking out today, sir?’ she managed, as she fumbled with her blouse and a couple of safety pins extracted from the complementary sewing kit.
‘Um, no,’ he told her. ‘No, not until tomorrow.’
‘Oh,’ she said, nodding, smiling sheepishly at him. ‘And until what time tomorrow morning would sir like to sleep until?’ she asked, feeling a strange confidence growing with her every word.
‘Well, I haven’t really thought about it. I have a late business meeting this evening so I suspect I’ll want to sleep until about nine.’
Emma turned away and pushed her cart towards the door.
‘Oh, and sir?’ she ventured, opening the door before turning around to face him a final time. ‘If a chambermaid was to be naughty enough to try to touch your cock while you were sleeping, do you think you might have to fuck her as a punishment?’
The man smiled. ‘Yes, Emma, I think I would have to do that. Don’t you?’
‘Yes, sir, I think you would.’
Emma turned away once more, pushing her cart out and casually lifting the Do Not Disturb sign from the door handle before dropping it into her litter bag. And with a hiss, followed by a soft metallic click, the door swung shut behind her.
In that single moment I committed one of the stupidest acts of my life, and to this day I have no idea why.
I’m no snitch, but when Miss Barnes threatened to cancel the school dance if no one owned up to writing on the blackboard what actually was a very funny poem involving her, the deputy head and a strap-on dildo, for some crazy reason I just blurted out that it had been Julie.
My betrayal earned Julie a week of afterschool detentions and I, the metaphorical death sentence I no doubt deserved.
It wasn’t bad enough that I’d grassed-up a fellow student; not at all. It was the fact that I named Julie in particular that was my gravest mistake.
You see, Julie was pretty much a law unto herself around school, and together with her best friends, Michelle and Carly, she made sure that things ran just the way she wanted them to. I wouldn’t say that Julie was a bully, particularly – although she certainly had been when younger – but it would be a very brave or very foolish individual who dared to cross that little gang, and clearly, I had been the latter.
Julie, Michelle and Carly’s control wasn’t exclusively held over the girls at school either. Any boy they had a problem with would soon find himself on the receiving end of six ring-covered fists and would then be forced to live out the rest of his schooldays suffering the ridicule of having been beaten up by a bunch of girls. Not even the teachers were immune to their considerable powers. The female ones they took a dislike to would be mocked and taunted mercilessly until brought to the point of nervous breakdown, whereas the men would be teased and flirted with to such an outrageous degree that they would be forced to leave the girls alone for fear of discovering just how far they might go.
The problem was not only were Julie, Michelle and Carly physically strong, utterly fearless and actually rather intelligent, but they were each exceptionally attractive with it. Any lad beyond a certain age fancied them, and I know for a fact that I wasn’t the only girl who found herself feeling rather awkward in their presence. Of course, the girls were utterly out of reach for anyone lowly enough to still be in school, and they would only date older guys with access to money, motorbikes or cars – and even then, just until they’d outlived their usefulness. Salacious rumour had it that any real passion was kept exclusively between the three of them, and the three of them alone.
At the time of my story the girls were going through something of a rock-chick phase, and Julie wore her hair long and bleached peroxide blonde. This, together with her soft pink lips and porcelain-smooth skin, could have given her an appearance of pure Nordic beauty, but she would wear rather severe eye makeup too – contravening school rules in a way that any other girl would have been in hot water for – which gave her a look that was both intimidating and incredibly sexy at the same time. Julie’s body was neat, slim and womanly, and she was quite happy to flaunt it whenever it suited her to do so.
As for the other two, Michelle was the tallest and had the physique of a dancer. She was lithe, toned and had a kind of feline grace to her. I recall her hair being coloured two-tone red on black back then, but as she changed it so often I can’t be sure.
Carly was a little shorter and you would describe her as being cute, if you didn’t know the reality of what she was capable of. Her hair was long, straight and raven’s-wing black, cut with a severe fringe that ended just above her neatly plucked eyebrows. Carly was curvy in the best of possible ways – all ‘hips n’ tits’ as the saying goes – and I had witnessed her using her body to devastating effect when bending a male teacher to her will.
So what more can I say? Pretty much all of us in school were either envious of, in love with, or intimidated by the girls at one stage or another, and quite often all three at the same time.
I guess one of the most tortuous aspects of Julie’s revenge was that she waited. Several weeks went by with her and the girls doing absolutely nothing. Well, I suppose that’s not quite correct; they were actually unnervingly friendly towards me. Each time I ran into them in the schoolyard my heartbeat would quicken and I’d wonder if the moment had finally arrived for me to pay for my stupidity, yet they’d merely smile sweetly and offer me a warm greeting. I guess they were trying to lull me into a false sense of security but, despite the foolish act that had begun my ordeal, I’m not a complete idiot and it just put me even further on edge, making me wish that they’d simply hurry up and get on with whatever it was they had planned for me.
Well, in the end they did just that.
I doubt very much that I would have screamed anyway, but even if I’d wanted to that single, anonymous punch to the stomach knocked the wind from my lungs and I was barely able to catch breath never mind cry out.
It was lunchtime and I was walking along the corridor that led past the gymnasium with a couple of friends when I spotted Julie, Michelle and Carly hanging out by an old vaulting horse. I guess I should have seen it coming by the casual way they just happened to be there, but there was nothing I could do to avoid them and the fist came so swiftly that I simply doubled up.
Through the din of my racing heart I could just make out one of them saying, ‘Keep walking,’ to my girlfriends, before I was quickly bundled through two sets of doors and pushed backwards until I slammed hard against a cold brick wall.
As I desperately tried to fill my lungs it was the smell that first alerted me to where we were. It smelled a bit like the girls’ gym changing rooms, but beyond the musty dampness of discarded gym clothes and forgotten towels there was a thicker, muskier scent. I looked up through watering eyes and saw we were in a place that in my seven years of secondary school I’d not before been in – it was the boys’ changing room!
Julie stood right before me with hands on hips, offering a smile that could have melted the stoniest of hearts. Flanked on either side of her were Michelle and Carly, looking considerably less friendly.
‘I... I’m sorry Julie...’ I blurted as soon as my lungs would allow it, but I was quickly silenced with a single finger pressed firmly to my lips.
‘Hush, little one,’ Julie whispered, blinking through long, curled lashes, thick with coal-black mascara. ‘It’s all gonna be fine.’
Immediately my heart sank further as her exaggerated calmness only made it all the more menacing, and all the more apparent that I was in real trouble.
‘You know,’ she continued, slowly stroking a palm across my cheek so that a shiver ran through me, ‘you really have put me in an awkward position. I’ve always liked you. You never got in my way, so why on earth would I get in yours?’
The tips of Julie’s fingers then trailed lazily to the nape of my neck and I couldn’t help but release an anxious gasp in response.
‘Carly’s even teased me that I must have a little thing for you, and you know what, she might just be right.’ Glancing beyond Julie’s shoulder I saw her friend sneer at me.
‘The thing is,’ Julie went on, as she used both hands to calmly and carefully loosen the knot in my school tie, ‘I simply have to punish you for telling on me like that. I mean, what would my reputation be like if people were to think that just because they were super cute they could get away with being big old meanies?’
Julie pouted overdramatically, sliding the loosened tie through my collar before stretching it out between her hands. I just stared into her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes, far too terrified to speak.
‘The question is; what kind of a punishment does a naughty girl like you deserve?’
I don’t suppose Julie’s vengeance was totally unplanned, as in that instant both Carly and Michelle stepped closer to take one of my wrists each. Of course I tried to resist, but they were strong girls and they only mocked my pathetic attempts to fight back. In the end they lifted my arms high above my head and pushed them close together. Julie then stepped even closer, the soft swell of her breasts moulding against my own as she reached up and used my tie to bind my wrists to a clothes hook fixed to the wall. The warm, milky scent of Julie’s cheek so close to mine filled my nostrils as she worked, and in contrast to the pungent, testosterone-tainted aroma of the boys’ changing room, and despite my fearful situation, it offered a bizarre kind of comfort.
But as the girls stepped back, and as I tugged at my bonds, I discovered just how vulnerable they had left me, and it was all I could do to stop the tears of anguish that welled in my eyes from spilling over.
‘Please, Julie,’ I pleaded. ‘I’m sorry. I’ve no idea what came over me. I thought what you wrote was funny, but... but... please don’t hurt me.’ I dipped my head and felt my resolve finally give way as the salty tang of tears meandered down to my lips.
I had expected the blows to fall at any moment, but Julie once more spoke in that soft, soothing tone of hers. ‘Hey, who said anything about hurting you, little one?’ She lifted my chin with thumb and forefinger so that I was forced to meet her gaze.
‘Well I... I just thought...’ I muttered, but my words were cut short as Julie cupped my face in her hands and carefully wiped away my tears with the tips of her thumbs. I was utterly taken aback by the gentleness of her touch, when all I had expected to suffer was pain, and it left me quite speechless.
‘Stop that crying, silly, you’re a big girl now,’ she chastised with a smile, before her hands slid down to my shoulders, but they didn’t stop there and I soon became aware of a gentle tugging at my shirt front. Looking down, I saw Julie’s fingers slowly unbuttoning it from top to bottom.
‘Um... what are you doing?’ I stammered nervously as the last button was released and my crisp white shirt fell open.
‘I told you, you need to be punished for telling on me,’ she said, almost hypnotically.
‘But...’ It was then that I felt Julie’s fingertips brush across the curve of my naked stomach, and instinctively I tensed my muscles. ‘Hey!’ I cried when she went on to unfasten my skirt too, drawing down the zipper and then letting go so that it fell silently to the floor. My mind was a whirl. I had fully expected to be beaten or forced to endure some disgusting ordeal by way of retribution, but I couldn’t understand why on earth I was being stripped to my underwear.
Julie stepped back and grinned before turning her head towards her friends. ‘Yeah, I guess you were right all along, Carly; I really do like,’ she purred cryptically.
Then again she focussed her attention on me, speaking as though she were merely teasing a friend. ‘Well get a load of you, Little Miss Hottie.’
I only sniffed and awkwardly leant my head to one side to wipe the remnants of my tears against a sleeve, inadvertently staining my shirt with eyeliner in the process.
As I stood there, helpless, tied-up and wearing nothing more than my knee-length school socks, my white cotton knickers and my shirt hanging open to reveal the swell of my breasts within a simple white bra, I was not sure that I had ever felt more humiliated or vulnerable.
‘So, just what are we going to do with you then?’ Julie questioned softly, as she took a confident step back close to me. She held her face so close to mine that I could smell her breath, and I remember being a little taken aback by its fresh sweetness. It reminded me of the blackcurrant flavoured fruit pastilles I would suck as a child, and was nothing at all like the stale cigarette stench I had expected from such a ‘bad girl’.
Julie’s eyes flickered from mine to my mouth and then back again, and I found myself parting my lips in anticipation of God knows what. But then I gasped, unable to hold back, as I felt Julie’s fingertips touch the naked flesh of my inner thigh. Slowly, tantalisingly, she began to stroke higher, and I drew a deep, shivering breath that caused my breasts to briefly press against hers again. No longer entirely in control of my body I felt one leg slide away as Julie’s delicate touch drew so close to my cotton panties, and I watched, thoroughly ashamed, as she offered a brief smirk at my surrender.
Just then, and in cruel contrast to the tender caress of a moment before, Julie suddenly grabbed the elastic waistband of my knickers, her fingernails scratching my sensitive flesh as she quickly tugged them down my thighs.
‘Hey!’ I protested, but it was a waste of my breath and I just stood there with burning cheeks, drawing short, ragged breaths through my nostrils, while she once again stepped back to stand between her friends. Carly and Michelle laughed and pointed at where my panties were now stretched between my knees, but Julie just eyed me with a subtle smile playing at the corners of her lips.
She held up a hand and her friends fell silent again. With a racing pulse I nervously tried to imagine what on earth they might have in store from me next, but Julie just dipped her head and bit playfully on the tip of a finger. ‘My, my, you do look pretty like that, don’t you, little one,’ she teased, and I moved my knees together in a vain attempt to protect my modesty, yet only succeeded in causing my panties to fall down around my ankles. ‘So here we find ourselves at the crux of your punishment,’ she continued. ‘In about twenty minutes’ time the bell is going to sound for afternoon lessons. Carly, being the clever girl that she is, has done her research and discovered that the senior rugby team have training first thing this afternoon, and well...’
‘Oh no, please!’ I begged, as I suddenly understood the implication of her words, the thought of all of those lads finding me in such a vulnerable and shameful state too horrifying to contemplate.
But Julie just went on, ignoring my outburst. ‘If you’re lucky young Mr Johnson might arrive to find you first, but then again, he does rather have a liking for beautiful young ladies. Doesn’t he, Michelle?’ she added, raising an accusatory eyebrow and turning her head to peer at her friend. Michelle simply smirked in response.
‘And so, perhaps he’ll decide to take advantage of that cute little body of yours himself.’ Again Julie leant into me so that her cheek brushed lightly against mine, before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper. ‘Between you and me, Michelle tells me he has such a lovely one...’
Moving her head back a little she then returned to her full, clear voice. ‘Otherwise, I wouldn’t be surprised if those naughty boys decided to use you all for themselves.’ She pressed her hands around my waist and I couldn’t help but release a tiny involuntary cry.
‘Oh, so you like that, do you?’ she questioned, with a sardonic smile. ‘You like the idea of all those young men taking advantage of your tight virgin pussy, one after the other?’
‘No, I don’t, and anyway...’ I insisted quietly, while looking down at the floor, ‘I’m not a virgin.’ It was a ridiculous thing for me to say, and it only caused Michelle and Carly to nudge each other and snigger, but I guess I’d felt as though my pride had been dented and the need to let them know I was just as much a woman as any of them. Truth be known, my sexual experiences at that stage in my life had been limited and clumsy at best.
Julie’s hands began to rise higher up my flanks as she spoke again, and I was forced to stifle a gasp from her contact. ‘All right then, I’m actually rather impressed that you’re not quite the goody-two-shoes we thought you were. I suppose that means your punishment won’t be such an ordeal after all, but either way it doesn’t matter to us. I do think it might be nicer for the boys if you were unable to know which one of them was there, fucking that cute little pussy of yours, though.’ Julie’s splayed fingers slid across the curve of my breasts, her thumbs circling against the contour of my nipples, where they pressed tightly into the flimsy cotton of my bra and I arched my back, briefly rising up onto my tiptoes. ‘That way you won’t know who to tell on, and we all know how much you like to tell on people, don’t we?’
‘No, please...’ I pleaded, once more considering the appalling reality of her intentions, but I was clearly only wasting my breath.
Julie’s hands left me and she twisted her head to the side, talking to her friends. ‘Come on, girls, let’s get her facing the other way.’
In an instant Michelle and Carly were at her side, grabbing my semi-naked body and forcing me to turn around. I did try to resist but it was pointless; my feet were tangled up in my knickers and I was no match for the girls’ strength.
‘Oh please, don’t!’ I cried, but they only laughed, pushing and pulling at me with increased aggression until I was finally left staring at the wall.
‘Now, stretch her thighs nice and wide apart,’ Julie instructed, and I heard my panties rip as they were removed without due care. With all this provocation I couldn’t help myself, and before I thought about what I was doing I kicked out and felt and heard the heel of my shoe make contact with a shin, quickly followed by the sound of what I think was Carly’s voice cursing me angrily. I have no doubt that under any other circumstance this would have led to a swift and merciless beating, but Julie was in charge and that clearly did not feature in her plans. She simply placated whichever girl it had been with the information that the time for their revenge was near, and despite my continued thrashing and squirming and attempted kicking my legs were soon parted, with Carly and Michelle determinedly gripping an ankle apiece.
‘Here, tie her to the bench,’ Julie said, slightly breathlessly, as she tossed what I could just make out to be an old skipping rope to one girl and a length of bandage from the first aid kit to the other. I suppose I could have continued to struggle, but deep down I knew I was beaten, and so I resisted no more and in a matter of moments I was bound by the ankles with my legs pulled wide apart.
It was an awful experience to be rendered so indefensible, and I strained my ears to make out their movements through sound alone. The gritty scrape of shoes on the tiled floor told me that my three tormentors had stepped away to gather once more behind me. Obviously I considered crying out for help, but the sports block was as good as deserted that lunchtime and I knew that no one would be able to hear me. Besides, the girls would only have then silenced me in their own pitiless way, and having a sweaty gym sock stuffed in my mouth, or something equally unpleasant, was something I had no desire to experience.
All of a sudden I felt the hem of my shirt lifted until it was left bunched around the curve of my waist, my naked bottom exposed for all three to see.
‘There we go,’ mused Julie, in that overly friendly tone of hers. ‘Just look at that cute round bum. I can see the boys are gonna have so much fun playing with you, little one.’
Again the gravity of their plans hit home and I tried appealing to Julie’s better nature one last time. ‘Oh please, Julie, really I’m sorry. It was wrong of me to tell on you like that. Please let me go. I’ll never tell again, honest!’
‘Oh hush now, silly,’ she soothed, and I drew a short sharp breath as I felt the cruelly comforting warmth of two palms pressing against the curve of my naked bum cheeks. Releasing an involuntary whimper I listened to Julie’s words, closer again, her warm breath mocking the back of my neck and causing the downy hairs to stand on end. ‘I’d have thought you wouldn’t mind, you not being a virgin and everything. You have to admit, some of those rugby boys are damn good-looking, and I suspect there must be at least one or two particularly impressive cocks among them for you to enjoy. Just imagine it,’ she continued, lowering her voice further until it was little more than a throaty whisper, ‘one by one, each of them coming up behind you to sample that sweet young pussy of yours with their big, hard pricks.’ With this Julie clawed her fingernails into the flesh of my buttocks and drew my cheeks upward and apart.
‘Oh no, Julie... please,’ I panted, but she paid no attention.
‘Just picture it; you stood here, entirely helpless while the boys gather behind you and laugh in the knowledge that they can fuck you just the way they like, and you’ll have absolutely no idea who to blame. Imagine them taking it in turns until your poor little cunt throbs from the abuse and your thighs run sticky with their spunk. I wonder if you’ll enjoy some fun for yourself, little one, if you’ll be unable to hold back despite the fact that you know it’s wrong and you’re finally forced to give in to the secret desires of your poorly treated body?’
Suddenly I cried out and threw back my head as I felt Julie’s hand slip forward across my hip, my belly, and lower until her fingers curved over the naked flesh of my pussy.
‘No,’ I protested weakly. ‘Please stop doing this to me.’
‘Tell me you don’t want it,’ Julie teased, her fingers caressing up and down the soft swell of my mound. ‘Tell me you don’t secretly want to experience all I’ve described.’
‘No, I don’t,’ I complained, and really I meant it. It was ridiculous. Of course I didn’t want to be used by all those young men whilst tied up and powerless to defend myself, but for some horrifying reason my body was reacting to Julie’s taunts in a way it had no right to. An intense heat rose not only to my cheeks, but to my breasts too, forcing my nipples to tingle uncomfortably within my bra, and more humiliating still, for my clitoris to pulsate with a deep frustration.
‘Liar!’ Julie hissed, pressing two fingers into my flesh and carefully rubbing them back and forth on either side of my clit. ‘Of course,’ she continued, goading me further, ‘perhaps your pussy isn’t going to be quite enough for some of those lads. ‘Isn’t it that idiot Greening who’s always boasting about how much he likes to fuck girls in the arse? Personally I think he’s a bullshitter, and the closest he ever got was wanking off to pictures on the internet, but who knows, maybe now will be his chance? Maybe he’ll use his friends’ spunk to lubricate that other little hole of yours just before he forces what I hear is a very big dick deep inside you.’
Finally Julie’s words were enough to break whatever spell she’d cast over me and I struggled as best I could against my ties, wriggling my hips and protesting noisily so that her hand was forced to leave me, and for a second time that fateful lunchtime my tears began to flow.
Time slipped by in silence and I just dipped my head and sobbed at my wretched state. I have no idea exactly how long I was left that way, but eventually I sensed Julie at my side, and tensing up I felt the backs of her fingers brush so gently across my tear-stained cheek.
‘Hey, little one,’ she whispered, the mocking coldness in her voice no more than an awful memory. ‘It’s okay, I’m only teasing.’ And with her last word she leant in and pressed her lips to my cheek, halting my tears in an instant with the softest of kisses imaginable. I just stood there, a broken mess of confused emotion, as I drew unsteady breaths through my nose.
‘Michelle, untie her legs,’ she instructed as she took a step away. Her friend offered a surly protest, but she was quickly silenced once more with a calm yet forceful, ‘Just do it, all right.’
The skipping rope was the first to be untied, quickly followed by the bandage, before, with her hands carefully holding my waist, Julie guided me around to face the open room once more.
I felt so ashamed of myself that I didn’t dare open my eyes. I hadn’t shed a tear in years yet there I stood, snivelling like a child. I could easily have blamed it on the humiliation of being tied up and stripped as good as naked while three girls mocked me, but really, there was more to it than that, and I knew it. Something in the way that my body had responded to Julie’s touch left me confused, yearning for more and awash with guilt.
‘It’s all over, little one,’ Julie announced, and eventually I looked up to see her smiling kindly at me. ‘That was your punishment, and I’m sorry if we took it a little too far.’
Blinking away the last of my tears I released a short, humourless snort of laughter with the realisation that I’d been tricked so easily. But there was no denying, the sense of relief that my ordeal was over was colossal, although rather strangely, Julie made no move to untie my hands.
‘Weeks ago we decided that a mental punishment would be far more effective on a clever girl like you. I do see that old habits die hard where some people are concerned, though,’ Julie said, turning her head to scowl in the direction of Carly. ‘Just look at what you’ve done to her stomach! She’s gonna have a killer bruise there tomorrow.’ Instinctively I strained to look down, but could see nothing beyond the swell of my breasts. ‘You are naughty, Carly; I didn’t expect you to hit her that hard.’
Julie once again turned her attention to me, her eyes deep and dark, her lips soft and gently parted. ‘Before we let you go, please allow me to give it a little kiss better.’
‘Oh no, Julie, that’s quite all right,’ I replied, anxious to be untied and out of the changing rooms, but Julie was already squatting down onto her haunches. ‘Really, it’s not that bad and I’ll...’
My rambling words and train of thought were suddenly lost as her hands again held gently the curve of my naked hips. ‘Um, it’ll... I’ll... I’m sure I’ll be... um, fine...’
Julie’s lips pressed against the tender flesh where her friend’s fist had struck me not so long before, the intimate touch of her kiss feeling really good. But she didn’t stop there, and she continued to plant tiny moist butterfly kisses in a circle against my wounded tummy.
‘Oh... thanks, I think I’ll be okay now,’ I gasped, but for some reason I was finding it harder and harder to speak and my tongue felt heavy and awkward in my mouth.
‘Nonsense, little one,’ Julie purred between kisses. ‘We’ve been very bad to you and now you deserve a treat. I can be nice as well as wicked, you know.’
It was then that I noticed Julie’s lips moving away from the area that had been assaulted by Carly’s fist, and were steadily tracing lower.
‘Oh no, Julie... please,’ I gasped, as once again I felt the touch of her hand between my thighs. This time she took two fingers and used them to lightly stroke my pussy while her lips trailed lower still. ‘Please don’t,’ I begged weakly, convincing no one, my senses in a whirl. ‘I... I’m fine, really.
Julie just gazed up at me through those long lashes. ‘Hush now,’ she soothed. ‘Just relax and I’ll give you something special that you’ll never forget, I promise.’
It was crazy! I’d be lying if I was to deny having a crush on Julie for just about as long as I could remember, but I’d always assumed it stemmed from envy only. Julie was a very attractive young woman, and so confident within herself that it was hard not to be impressed by her. I’d even kissed girls before, but just my friends and only when we were drunk and showing off. In those situations it felt nice enough, but it wasn’t really sexual... not really. Here though, with me tied up and utterly helpless, while Julie’s soft lips kissed and caressed so intimately, I found myself secretly wanting what it was she seemed to be offering. I couldn’t bring myself to catch Michelle’s or Carly’s stares, and so I just swallowed once more and shut my eyes tight, allowing my head to fall back against the cold wall.
‘Oh,’ I whimpered as Julie’s lips pushed into the short nest of curls dusting my slit, and then on, to press against the naked swell of my pussy. Her fingers continued to draw back and forth, but with a touch so delicate that I found myself longing for a deeper caress. Tiny kisses drew first down one side and then up along the other, and through my intense shame I allowed my legs to slide still further apart. And it was in that moment that I gave in; releasing soft moans and angling my hips forward in a vain attempt to have Julie tease me more fully.
Suddenly her tongue licked up along the entire length of my slit, the tip flicking ever so lightly across my clit, and I couldn’t help but release a shiver in response. Her palms pressed flat against the front of my thighs, before her thumbs pressed into the swollen flesh of my mound, and then drew apart so that my pussy lips were forced to separate with a gentle kiss. Julie then leant in and proceeded to carefully lap at the sensitive flesh beneath.
‘Oh, God!’ I hissed, as she sought out the swollen bud of my clit, teasing it first one way and then the other. Her touch was so light and so delicate, and utterly wonderful, and it caused me to release high-pitched gasps and to tense my stomach muscles with every tingling thrill she released within me. The way she used her tongue was like nothing I had experienced before, and it introduced me to a whole new world of sensuality, yet at the same time there was still something deeply frustrating in the way she was so damned gentle.
In the end – and I wonder if it’s what she wanted all along – when I felt as though I might burst with a contradictory combination of frustration and pure bliss, I was left no option but to beg. ‘Oh please, Julie...’
‘What is it, little one?’ she whispered, before returning to the incessant taunting of my clit, and by the tone of her voice alone I just knew she was smiling. ‘What do you want?’
Furrowing my brow I nibbled my lower lip. ‘I... I want... I need...’ I could barely think straight, my breath continually catching in unison with the ceaseless fluttering of her tongue.
I began to fear that her teasing might simply be a second, crueller phase to the punishment. ‘Oh please, Julie,’ I whimpered. ‘I want... I mean I need,’ but really I had no idea what I wanted or needed, and I even felt my eyes begin to fill with tears all over again. Thankfully I was wrong about Julie’s intentions, and I soon discovered that she knew exactly what I needed. I squealed through a tight, constricted throat, my every muscle locking, as Julie suddenly sucked my clitoris into her mouth. She simply held me there, drawing back and forth with the vacuum created by her hollowed cheeks, until my legs shook and my wrists began to burn where they were forced to bear the weight of my body. Finally she released me, and with a monumental shudder I relaxed little.
‘Jesus,’ I hissed, my heart feeling as though it could burst from my chest at any moment.
‘Ready for your climax, little one?’ she questioned, and I looked down with dreamy eyes to see her planting moist kisses against the swell of my mound, her lips shining glossy with my juices.
So I just closed my eyes once more and sighed a quavering, ‘Yes!’
This time I felt Julie work her fingertips against my entrance, and I was further shamed by the degree of my wetness. Any embarrassment was fleeting, however, as the sensation of her fingers as they slowly began to fuck me, shallowly at first, but then a little deeper, took me to a place where the only emotion that mattered was pure, selfish pleasure.
Flicking her tongue against me quickly one moment and then lapping deeply the next, Julie treated me to something incredible, and it was not long before I felt myself being drawn towards that moment of complete surrender – and how I wanted it!
She worked her fingers in and out of my aching cunt for all she was worth, curving them against the contour of my inner wall to seek out my G-spot. ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!’ I panted, drawing anxious breaths as my orgasm suddenly swelled forward. ‘Oh yes, oh God, oh fuck!’ I squealed, feeling my body consumed by a molten tension that surged to my extremities and caused my inner muscles to grip hard around Julie’s invading fingers. Then suddenly came that moment of silence, of freefalling, before all hell broke loose and I finally succumbed to the most powerful climax of my life so far.
Crying out with complete and utter abandon, waves of pleasure slammed down across my body, the tension building and releasing, over and over, until I felt that slide towards a calmer phase of bliss.
Julie’s expert nurturing of my pussy kept my orgasm pulsating throughout my body for way longer than any I had experienced before, yet even she could not hold off the inevitable, and so she ended in the exact same way as she’d begun; by planting tiny comforting kisses against my wet flesh.
Finally Julie lifted herself away and I drew deep breaths into my lungs in an attempt to calm my racing heart. It was then that the reality of what I had just allowed to happen came crashing down around me. The fact that the most intensely sexual experience of my life had been gifted by another young woman bothered me less than I would have imagined, but it was more that I had surrendered to her so easily, that I had ended up begging her to take me in front of her friends that was so outrageous and damning, and I couldn’t quite bring myself to confront it further by opening my eyes.
But after a little time my body began to relax and humiliation was slowly joined by a warm, physical comfort that coursed through my veins. I was grateful to the girls for allowing me a moment in peace to gather my thoughts, and with a last shuddering sigh I felt just about ready to face them.
In that very instant, however, the bell for afternoon lessons suddenly blared noisily throughout the changing rooms and shattered my peace with harsh aggression. I snapped open my eyes with the shock of it all, but that was nothing compared to the horror of discovering that I appeared to be completely alone.
‘Very funny, girls, stop messing around now,’ I called, with a quavering voice, quickly scanning the ranks of pegs and benches in the hope that they were playing a final trick on me. But Julie, Michelle and Carly were nowhere to be seen, and deep down I knew they’d left me there.
Panic flooded me and I squealed anguished whimpers as I tugged at the tie binding my wrists. But it was useless and I only succeeded in tightening the knot around the clothes hook even further, so as a fear like none I’d known before consumed me, I simply stood there and considered my awful predicament. There I was, my arms tied and secured above my head, my body stripped naked from the waist down and my exposed pussy, flushed pink and glistening with my own juices. I drew a deep breath to try and calm myself, but only discovered just how thick the air hung with the musk of my arousal, and it was at that moment that I heard the first heavy footfalls out in the corridor, quickly followed by the noise of the outer door to the changing rooms bursting open.
Terrified, I wasted my energy one last time in trying to wrench my arms free while listening to a chorus of excited male voices getting closer, and then finally I watched in horror as the inner door swung open and with no other option left to me, I simply shut my eyes and waited for the last phase of Julie’s revenge to begin...
Nurse Libby Simmons was a naughty nurse and I was lucky to be alive.
When I call her a ‘naughty nurse’ I don’t mean it in that clichéd, fishnet stockings and pink PVC uniform sense. No, Nurse Simmons really was a very bad girl, and almost two years ago to this day I became the victim of her own bittersweet form of torture.
I lost three weeks of my life and thankfully I have absolutely no recollection of what they entailed. My memories stretch from childhood right the way up to that sunny morning in June when I was happily riding my beautiful old Triumph to work. I can still picture the linear Roman road stretching far out to the horizon, and the cloudless blue sky above me, but after that I recall nothing until three weeks later when I found myself drifting in and out of an uneasy consciousness in a hospital bed.
When finally I woke fully it was to a pain I hope you only ever need imagine, and the discovery that, among other injuries, I had shattered bones in my arms and legs, cracked several ribs and most frustratingly of all, broken my jaw in two places. It was explained to me that some old fool had pulled out into my path without looking and I hit his front wing at about sixty miles per hour. Consequently, I was in four casts and my jaw was wired shut. But still, I really was a very lucky man.
Those weeks on the ICU passed in a blur of morphine highs and pain-filled lows, until one day the unit sister announced with evident personal satisfaction that I was out of any immediate danger and would be moved to a private room elsewhere in the hospital.
I was still in a crazy amount of pain and completely reliant on the hospital staff, but even so, it felt good to know I was on the road to recovery.
And that evening, at around seven o’clock, I met my beautiful tormentor for the very first time...
I was watching the TV news, trying to catch up on what had been going on in the world over the last month or so, when the door to my room suddenly burst open and in walked Nurse Simmons, arse first and dragging a small trolley behind her. She turned and stood at the foot of my bed, offering me an angelic smile that showed off perfect white teeth, before picking up my chart and studying it carefully as she bit on the tip of a biro.
Nurse Simmons was any red-blooded straight man’s fantasy. Her tight white tunic hugged the contours of her body to show that she was slim, yet had curves just where they counted. I distinctly remember her long golden-blonde hair being tied in a French plat that evening, and the way the thick braid fell across the front of her shoulder until it met with the upper swell of a perfectly formed breast.
As she rattled the pen top between her teeth she stared down at me, and her piercing blue eyes bored deep within my soul. Nurse Simmons was spellbindingly beautiful all right, and beaten up though I still felt myself to be, I couldn’t help but be seduced by the vision of her.
All of a sudden she smiled once more before speaking in that breezy, matter-of-fact way of hers. ‘Well then, Mr Pearce,’ she said, ‘you have been through the wars, now haven’t you?’ She blinked her big glossy eyes at me and parted her lips ever so slightly, before stepping around to the side of the bed.
‘I’m Libby,’ she introduced herself. ‘Libby Simmons. And I’ll be looking after you,’ she went on, holding out a hand towards me.
Unable to speak because of my wired jaw, and incapable of moving my arm so much as an inch, I simply looked from her eyes to her outstretched hand and back again.
‘Oh, silly me!’ she declared, lifting her fingers to her mouth and giggling like a lovely schoolgirl. ‘How stupid am I?’ I tried to smile in response, but it was just too painful and so I simply blinked my eyes back at her.
‘The good news is,’ she continued, ‘you’re going to be just fine. And the even better news is that you have me to make sure of it.’ My heartbeat fluttered at her words. ‘First things first, though. You, Mr Pearce, are in need of a bed bath.’
Without further ado Libby leant over me and began to unbutton my pyjama shirt from top to bottom. I couldn’t stop myself from staring down the open neck of her tunic. Whether intentionally or by accident, one more press-stud than you would expect was open and I could easily see the golden-brown freckles dotted across her chest, the shadowy cleavage that beckoned, and the mouth-watering swell of those glorious tits. Swallowing awkwardly I forced myself to look away, but she was leaning so low over me that my only alternative was to watch the no less erotic spectacle of her tongue as it played between her teeth. Finally I shut my eyes and forced myself to relax, well aware of what was to come.
Once all my pyjama buttons were released Libby pulled the top apart to expose my naked chest, and then she idly stroked a hand across the flat of my stomach, her fingers reaching for the drawstring at my waist! I was sure I could see a subtle smirk playing at the corner of her lips as she untied the bow and began to slide my pyjama bottoms down. The cool air-conditioning of the room teased the tip my newly exposed cock and I knew that I was as good as naked.
As I’ve always looked after myself I tend to feel quite proud of my body, and I’ve never had a problem with stripping off in non-sexual environments. But the way Nurse Simmons’ eyes lingered between my thighs, and the way she arched her neatly plucked eyebrows, left me feeling rather exposed and peculiarly awkward.
‘Well it’s nice to see that at least one part of your body is still in perfect working order, Mr Pearce,’ she mused, but before I could test the look in her eye she turned her back on me.
‘Right, warm water!’ she declared, grabbing a chrome bowl from the trolley and disappearing off into my private bathroom.
As the tap was switched on and water gushed first into the basin and then the bowl, I reminded myself that I was behaving like an idiot and that it was ridiculous of me to think of Nurse Simmons’ behaviour as being anything more than her friendly nature paired with hospital protocol.
Returning with a smile, Libby placed the bowl on top of the trolley and dragged it with her to the side of the bed, and I watched as she took a fresh flannel and soaked it in warm water before ringing it out and applying a little soap from a dispenser bottle.
‘These days we’re told to wear those awful latex gloves for everything,’ she began, indicating a box to the side of the bowl, before gazing into my eyes once more. ‘But I think they must feel so horrible for the patient. I promise not to tell if you don’t,’ she added with a conspiratorial wink, pressing the soft cloth against my naked chest and proceeding to carefully wash my upper body. ‘Mind you, I see by your chart that with that jaw of yours you’re not going to be telling anyone anything for a couple of weeks yet. So I guess my darkest secrets will be quite safe with you, Mr Pearce.’
Despite the nagging pain of my fractured ribs, Nurse Simmons’ gentle caress felt undeniably good. She separated one hand from the flannel and slowly soaped my naked flesh with her soft palm alone, and I felt my body begin to react in a way it had no right to. I couldn’t help myself, and as she leaned over me my eyes again fell to her chest.
Unless I was very much mistaken yet another press-stud had mysteriously come loose to offer an even better view of her firm young breasts, barely contained within a white lace bra.
‘You’ve got a very nice body you know, Mr Pearce,’ she complimented as her fingers trailed lazily across my chest. ‘Why did you have to go do something so silly as to smash it up, eh?’ Of course I couldn’t answer, but she was as much talking to herself as she was to me anyway. Time and time again she rinsed the flannel in fresh warm water until my torso was left thoroughly clean.
I then watched as she applied yet more liquid soap, only this time she squirted it directly onto a palm rather than the flannel, before slowly rubbing her hands together. Then with a fleeting mischievous grin she turned from me again and I was forced to gasp a shocked breath as she made direct contact with my penis. It was obvious that I was already semi-hard, and it was sheer hell trying to remain calm as her slippery-soft fingers stroked along my entire length, over and over again.
Eventually a palm slid lower to smear warm suds over my balls, and I felt them tighten in response. Libby’s expert caress felt just too damned good and I was forced to give in as I felt my foreskin drawn gently back and forth. She tended to my cock for far longer than was excusable under the guise of a simple bed bath, and through the shame of my now achingly hard erection, I longed for a deeper release. It was hard to tell, with her facing away, but I was certain that I heard her coo appreciatively on more than one occasion, but then all of a sudden she released her grip and turned to face me directly.
‘Well, you are a naughty boy, Mr Pearce,’ she chastised with a frown, looking from my eyes to my erect cock, and then back again. ‘But don’t you worry about it,’ she added with a deliciously sly smile. ‘It’s nothing I haven’t seen a thousand times before. Although...’ she paused and looked back at my standing erection thoughtfully, ‘...I must admit, it is a particularly pretty one.’
Humiliation and frustration flooded my senses in equal measure. I felt like a fool for allowing myself to get so aroused when the poor nurse was only trying to do her duty, but it had all felt so good and a deep yearning throbbed within me, one I’d all but forgotten about for the last God-knows how many weeks.
Quickly washing and rinsing the rest of my body, finally patting me dry with a fresh towel and refastening my pyjamas, Nurse Simmons completed her tasks with nothing less than efficient professionalism, yet my embarrassing erection refused to go down.
Once she had tended to my drips, Libby stood over me and smiled once more. ‘It’s been lovely meeting you, Mr Pearce, and I just know that we’re going to become wonderful friends,’ she said unexpectedly. ‘Now remember, don’t tell anyone about me not wearing those horrible gloves, and I won’t mention this...’ she pressed a warm palm against the soft cotton of my pyjama bottoms, directly over my stiff cock, before running her fingers along its length. Then turning away she swung her pert little arse out of the room, calling back over her shoulder as she went, ‘Sweet dreams, Mr Pearce, and just you make sure they’re about me.’
Alone and utterly confused I contemplated my stupidity. I’d thought that I knew women pretty well by that stage of my life, and Nurse Libby Simmons had seemingly gone way beyond flirting, but clearly I’d misread her.
I tried to relax, but sleep would not come easily to me that night, and I was plagued by a frustrated erection that I could do absolutely nothing about.
Throughout the next day I was tended to by a succession of doctors and nurses, but not once did I see Nurse Simmons again. I couldn’t shake her from my mind, though. Sure she was beautiful and incredibly sexy, but there was more to it than that. The way she’d played with me the night before, the way she’d given just a little before pulling away, meant that I had already fallen victim to her spell.
Seven o’clock came and seven o’clock went, and at around half-eight, just when I despondently thought that perhaps I wouldn’t be seeing her that evening, my door suddenly burst open and there she stood, beaming down at me from the foot of the bed.
‘Sorry I’m late, Mr Pearce,’ she said, dipping her head and offering me an overly dramatic pout. ‘I got terribly caught up on my rounds, but I wanted to save my favourite new patient for last so that I can spend some special time with him.’
I watched a little apprehensively as Libby twisted a finger round and round a loose strand of hair, before turning and locking the door.
She checked my charts once again and tended to me with perfect professionalism, before clasping her hands together with exaggerated glee and declaring, ‘Now, how about a little wash?’ I wasn’t sure that it was normal to bathe patients every day, but I was in no position to voice any kind of protest, and really I wouldn’t have wanted to even if I could.
This time, as she quickly undressed me, Libby leant so low that I could smell the soft, warm scent at her throat. It was a fragrance I knew well; it was simply the smell of a woman, but one I hadn’t realised I had missed quite so much until that moment, and it caused my pulse to quicken. She held her face a matter of inches from mine and our eyes locked. She gently parted her lips as though readying herself for a kiss, but of course it never came. Then with a tiny twitch of a smile she lifted herself completely away and quickly whipped down my pyjama bottoms, as far as they would go.
I was immediately relieved to discover that I had managed to hang on to my sense of composure this time, as my soft prick lay heavy against my inner thigh. I expected her to go fill up her bowl and wash me just as she had the night before, but Nurse Simmons surprised me yet again. She suddenly held herself utterly still and announced with barely suppressed excitement, ‘Ooh! That’s what I was going to tell you...’
Dragging over an uncomfortable-looking stool, Libby sat at the head of the bed. ‘Last night after my shift ended, for some reason, and I really couldn’t help it, I felt so horny. I’ve no idea why. I had been planning to go straight home to bed, but as I left the building I just knew that I wouldn’t be able to relax. So I went round to my boyfriend’s place instead.’ Foolishly my heart sank at the mention of another man. ‘Now, don’t tell anyone that I told you this, Mr Pearce – I know I can trust you – but I can get really dirty at times and if I feel like having sex I just have to go have it. Do you know what I mean?’ I offered no response. ‘Yes, of course you do. Anyway, I could tell that he didn’t really want to see me and I’m sure he was just planning on getting stoned with that stupid flatmate of his, but I always get my own way, Mr Pearce.’ Libby narrowed her eyes and grinned to herself. ‘So do you know what I did? Oh, silly me; of course you don’t. Well, I dragged him up to his bedroom and I just ripped apart my tunic...’ At this point she dramatically pulled at her uniform and a good few extra press-studs suddenly popped open to expose a black push-up bra encasing her perfect breasts and irresistible cleavage.
Having demonstrated what she’d done to her boyfriend in the most explicit manner possible she made absolutely no effort to close her tunic again, and merely continued with her tale.
‘Anyway, I pulled it all the way open and quickly slipped it off until I stood there in nothing more than my underwear.’
I couldn’t help myself from picturing the scene, and inevitably the bits of my body that could react, did react.
‘I’m afraid this bit is rather naughty, Mr Pearce, and I think that in a way it was your fault, but I just fell to my knees, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down until his cock was released. I’m not even sure that I care for my boyfriend particularly, but just like you, he has such a lovely one.’
She gave an adorably scatty little squeal of delight, before going on.
‘Please don’t think badly of me, Mr Pearce,’ she continued, ‘but I absolutely love to give head and so I quickly took him in my mouth and sucked away until he was all nice and hard. Now trust me, I really know how to make a man happy, and it wasn’t long before he was crying out and grabbing my hair, pulling my mouth further onto his cock. Now this bit’s really naughty of me, and although I love to swallow, just as I knew he was about to come I lifted my head away and continued to wank him with my hand until he spurted all across my face and my tits. He made a terrible mess, the cheeky sod, but God it felt so good to be so bad.’
She paused for a moment, looking beautiful as she reflected on what she’d been up to.
‘Funnily enough, I felt rather bored of him a moment or so later and so I dashed off back to my place,’ she giggled mischievously, ‘and of course I just had to have a little play as I lay all alone in my bed. And do you know what I thought about, Mr Pearce?’ She bowed her head and offered me a guilty smile. ‘Do you know... who... I thought about?’
Suddenly Nurse Simmons sat bolt upright. ‘Oh, gosh! I’m so sorry, Mr Pearce. Listen to me going on while you’re all undressed and waiting for your bed bath.’ She then stood and looked down at my body, gasping with feigned shock and bringing a hand up to her lips. ‘Naughty Mr Pearce! just look at the state of you!’ Needless to say my prick was fully erect and aching for attention because of her story. ‘Don’t you worry though; as I told you yesterday, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.’
Quickly skipping through to the bathroom, Nurse Simmons filled her bowl with warm water and returned to my bedside. She didn’t even bother with the flannel this evening and washed me with hands and fingers alone. She took her time with my upper body, taunting me with the slow journey of her ever-descending caress.
Eventually her hands reached down to my swollen prick and she proceeded to soap it up and down. She stroked me even more thoroughly than the evening before, sliding a palm back and forth with a loose grip, and it wasn’t long before huge bolts of pleasure began to shoot throughout my body. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last for very long, and felt a sense of embarrassment that I may ejaculate so quickly... but it felt so fantastic and I couldn’t believe my luck.
‘Mmm, Mr Pearce it’s so hard,’ she gasped with evident delight. Over and over again my prick tensed and released beneath her grip, my chest heaving uncomfortably as I drew short impassioned breaths. I was so close, mere moments from my climax when all of a sudden Nurse Simmons held completely still. She kept a tight grip on my shaft and my cock jerked in her fist. Mentally I begged her to continue, but it was useless.
I stared wide-eyed as she dipped her head and bashfully looked down at me through long lashes. ‘I’m so sorry, Mr Pearce, that was wrong of me. I guess I got a little carried away thinking about last night. Will you ever forgive me?’
I would have given anything for the power of speech in that instant, I so wanted to tell her that it was fine, that it was exactly what I wanted too, but all I had to communicate with was the tortured look in my eyes, and clearly that was not enough.
Quickly rinsing and drying me off, Nurse Libby Simmons dressed me again in silence before leaning down and whispering in my ear, ‘Thanks for listening, Mr Pearce. I really feel as though I can talk to you. Sleep well.’
Then she gave me a quick peck on a stubbled cheek before breezing from the room to leave me in an even more frustrated state than the night before.
The next day came and the routine checks continued. I didn’t have time to be bored, however, as my mind was consumed by images of Nurse Simmons, of the way that one moment she seemed so naively innocent – girlish even – and yet the next she would betray her true nature as a calculating predator by the look in her eye alone. I couldn’t help but picture that shapely young body of hers, those moist pink lips, and all day long I was plagued by a tension I could do nothing to relieve.
When she came again it was even later than the previous evening, somewhere around nine o’clock I’d guess. This time she burst in with the youthful exuberance of a child on Christmas morning, clutching numerous shopping bags. For some reason I clearly recall how, that night, she had chosen to wear her hair in a long golden ponytail, which somehow only added to her look of purity.
‘Gosh, I’m really naughty, Mr Pearce,’ she beamed. ‘I’m on the nightshift tonight and I’m already running late, but it’s only because I have great news and I just had to go shopping. Guess what?’ she enthused, fixing me with her sparkling gaze and waiting as though I might magically be able to answer her.
I raised my eyebrows and she grinned even wider. ‘I’m going on holiday! That idiot boyfriend of mine just surprised me this morning – God, I hope he’s not going to propose – but anyway; two weeks on a little Greek island, the day after tomorrow! It was such a pain to sort out cover so late, but I’ve done it!’
It was hard not to be pleased for her, such was her delight, and I expressed my happiness in the only way I could, by softly blinking my eyes.
Dropping her bags to the floor she locked the door as before and once again she drew the blind.
‘Bath time!’ she beamed, and in no time at all she had me stripped as good as naked. Nurse Simmons filled her bowl with warm water exactly as she had done those previous evenings, but just as she was about to begin she suddenly held still and looked across at the door from the corner of her eye, as though double-checking that we’d not be disturbed.
‘Hey,’ she whispered conspiratorially, the paradox of her sexy innocence making my stomach flip again, ‘don’t tell, but I’ve got something I want to show you.’
She went back to her shopping bags and bent forward from the waist, offering me the stunning view of her peach-like bottom encased within that tight white tunic.
‘Ta-daaa!’ she suddenly squealed delightfully, spinning around and clutching a tiny striped bikini. ‘It’s for my holiday. I just had to buy it.’ Libby furrowed her brow a little before continuing, ‘Although, those big meanies at the shop wouldn’t let me try it on.’ Suddenly her eyes grew wide and a cheeky smile spread across her lips. ‘I know!’ she exclaimed. ‘You wouldn’t mind if I tried it properly now, would you?’
Libby didn’t even wait for me to shake my head; she simply turned to face away and peeled apart the front of her uniform. ‘No peaking now, Mr Pearce,’ she teased, but I suspect that she had no problem whatsoever with me watching her change.
Nurse Simmons let her tunic slide from her shoulders to the floor in one tantalising shimmer, to reveal the crème-caramel flesh of her rear. Her body was as toned and just as well sculpted as I had imagined it to be, and I was stricken with a rapidly growing erection yet again.
She was wearing plain underwear, black cotton with lycra, but its simplicity did nothing to spoil the seductive image of her near-naked state. Quickly reaching behind her back she unclipped the bra and tossed it aside. Next she slipped off her panties to reveal the perfectly round curve of her bottom. In no time at all she’d smoothed on the new bikini and spinning around, she beamed at me excitedly.
‘So? What do you think?’
What did I think? I thought she looked incredible, but of course I had no way to vocalise it. Libby playfully offered me a few over-the-top glamour model poses, and allowed me to take in the wonderful spectacle of her body more fully. Her bikini bottoms were tiny, tying in two bows at the hips, and exposed the gentle curve of a tummy, that I have always found to be incredibly erotic on a woman. Yes, Libby Simmons looked good enough to eat, and I could do absolutely nothing about it.
‘You need a shave, Mr Pearce,’ she suddenly announced, and it was all a little surreal to be tended to by a beauty in a bikini, and I could almost imagine myself in one of those ridiculous hip-hop videos as Libby lathered my face with an old fashioned soap and brush before proceeding to treat me to a wet shave. She was very careful and highly attentive, and I watched as she set about her task, the tip of her tongue poking between her lips as she concentrated.
Occasionally our eyes would meet and she would offer me a naughty grin, but always she would return to her duties with the steady precision of a master surgeon.
Once done she rinsed off my face and towel-patted it dry before running the tips of her fingers across my cheek. ‘Ooh, that’s much better, Mr Pearce. You’re all smooth and lovely now. So, anywhere else you want shaving?’ she teased, raising her eyebrows before looking down towards my stiff prick. ‘Mister Pearce!’ she chastised. ‘You really are a very naughty boy, aren’t you? But I suppose I can’t blame you; I do look amazing in this bikini, don’t I? Hey! We need some fresh water.’
She skipped off to the bathroom again and turned the tap on, calling back to me as she filled the bowl. ‘You know, Mr Pearce, I have no idea why I even bought this bikini top anyway. I’ve got no intention of wearing it.’
I didn’t notice at first, what with the way she held the metal bowl before her as she returned to my bedside, but Libby’s cheeky smile let me know she was up to something, and as she leant over to set the bowl down I was immediately taken aback to see that she was now topless, and quite proudly displaying her superb tits to me. Nurse Simmons straightened up and stood with feet neatly together and hands clasped behind her back, swinging her hips coquettishly from side-to-side as I eyed her lush pink nipples.
‘What do you think?’ she asked, playing it all coy. ‘I must confess I do love my boobs, Mr Pearce. I know they’re not the biggest or anything, but “more than a handful’s a waste”, as they say, and besides, I simply adore the way they feel when played with.’ With this Libby lifted her hands, cupped those gorgeous breasts, and began to tease each nipple with her thumbs.
‘Mmm,’ she purred, briefly shutting her eyes and wrinkling her lovely little nose, before staring at me once more and smiling naughtily. ‘I hope you don’t think I’m too rude, Mr Pearce, but I do feel very comfortable with you, you know, and I figure if all those men on the beach will get to see me like this then there’s no harm if you do too. But anyway, silly me, carrying on away when you must be getting all chilly.’
Nurse Simmons proceeded to bathe me just as before from shoulders down, but this time I had the added torture of being able to stare at her naked breasts as she worked. I could see how the tip of each rosy-red nipple had stiffened a little from her teasing, and I couldn’t stop myself from wondering how they might feel between my lips, how they’d taste.
Libby’s hands slipped lower across my body, and this time I was determined to find release. I was already wound as tight as a drum and I was certain that with just the lightest caress I’d be unable to resist, but once again mischievous Nurse Simmons had plans of her own. With one hand she gently soaped my balls and the sensitive flesh around my groin, and with the other she tightly gripped the girth of my shaft. I watched as she bent low over me, a delightful look of concentration on her lovely face, and a sudden shiver rippled along my spine in unison with the warm caress of her breath as it drifted against the exposed tip of my cock. She was so close to touching me with her lips, and despite the discomfort of my aching body I tensed my buttocks and tried in vain to thrust myself closer towards her.
‘Gosh, it really is a pretty one you know,’ she sighed softly. ‘Forgive me, Mr Pearce, but I’ve started to wonder how it might feel in my mouth. Or even... in my...’ Her voice trailed off, and as though a switch had suddenly been flicked in her mind she lifted away and proceeded to rinse, dry and dress me with formal efficiency.
Nurse Simmons then checked my charts and made tiny adjustments to the equipment that surrounded me, before quickly slipping back into her tunic without even bothering to change back into her underwear. At the last moment, just as she unlocked and opened the door, she turned, smiled and blew me a kiss before leaving as quickly as she had entered.
This time I was left in no doubt that I was little more than a plaything in her cruel, tormenting game. No one could be that naive, and I felt an anger surge within me that was only surpassed by my extreme sexual frustration.
The following day I found myself both dreading and longing for Libby’s next visit. It was ridiculous; I knew she was using me, but some small part of me still prayed that in the end Nurse Simmons would become too involved in her own selfish pleasure to stop me from taking my own.
At around eight-thirty that evening my door opened and I looked up expectantly, only to see one of the older nurses cheerily bustling into my room. I don’t mind admitting that I was deeply disappointed when she set about the usual tasks that Libby would have tended to, and I was even given a quick bed bath, but it was nowhere near as intimate or as sexy an experience as it was with Nurse Simmons, which was a blessing, because as lovely though this nurse was, she was not exactly my type. I was awkwardly changed into fresh pyjamas before being left alone for the evening.
In my solitude I wondered if I had perhaps misheard Libby, and that she had already left for her holiday, and foolishly I even felt a little affronted by her not bothering to say goodbye to me.
But some time after ten o’clock I was just drifting off to sleep when I became aware of a soft tapping at my door, as it slowly opened. I almost didn’t recognise her in the soft glow of my reading light, but then she spoke and all became clear. ‘Are you awake, Mr Pearce?’ Libby was not dressed in her uniform, and her blonde hair fell loose in soft waves to her shoulders. She was wearing a subtle pale-yellow flower-print dress, which followed the flow of her curves just perfectly. I had never seen her looking more stunning, but I was still annoyed with her and it must have shown in my expression.
‘Hey, are you okay?’ she softly called, apparently with genuine concern. ‘You don’t look your usual self.’
Libby came in and close the door, then picked up my chart from the foot of the bed and hurriedly scanned through the most recent entries. ‘All looks good here,’ she declared with a frown, quickly stepping to the side of the bed and laying a cool palm against my forehead. ‘Well your temperature seems fine too. So what’s the matter?’
Clearly I was still incapable of answering, and even if I had been there was still a small part of me that wondered if I was not just imagining that she was purposefully taunting me, that her intentions were not essentially innocent.
‘Is it because I wasn’t here to look after you tonight?’ she suggested with a pout. ‘Oh, my poor Mr Pearce. You’re still my favourite patient, you know. I promise. They just made me go work on the antenatal ward as someone had gone off sick, but I’m here for you now. Did you really think I’d go on holiday without saying goodbye to my Mr Pearce?’ Libby quickly leant down and pressed her lips against my ear. ‘Silly you,’ she whispered. ‘And besides, I’ve got something rather special I want to show you.’
As she straightened up again Nurse Simmons coyly looked down at me with those big blue eyes, and I knew I was in trouble.
‘I did something today, Mr Pearce,’ she announced, stepping back from the bed so I could get a better look at her. ‘I had a professional wax in readiness for my holiday. Don’t my legs look pretty?’ Quickly she spun round, causing her dress to flair out and show off her gorgeously shapely legs, before she stopped and smiled at me once more.
‘But that’s not all, Mr Pearce,’ she whispered conspiratorially. ‘I had somewhere else waxed too,’ and without a further word she lifted her dress until her silky-smooth thighs were exposed more fully again. But she didn’t stop there. Nurse Simmons continued to raise her hands until she revealed her neat pussy, all naked and waxed completely bare.
‘Oh Mr Pearce, don’t think badly of me for not wearing any knickers today, will you?’ she uttered quickly. ‘I had my wax this morning and it just felt too nice to have the breeze tease beneath my uniform, and when I got changed into my dress I simply couldn’t bear to wear panties too.’
I stared between her thighs, swallowing awkwardly as she parted her legs just a little wider. ‘It feels so soft, Mr Pearce, just like a little kitten,’ and she allowed the tips of two fingers to press against the swell of her mound and to stroke up and down. ‘And I’m afraid... I’ve been quite unable to stop myself from playing with it a few times already today.’ My stiff cock throbbed with the dissatisfaction of its neglect within my pyjamas. ‘I so wish you could feel how smooth it is too, Mr Pearce.’ Libby shut her eyes and allowed her fingertips to continue their caresses, and I was powerless not to stare at her sexy display. ‘But with your arms in those stupid casts and everything...’
Suddenly her eyes snapped open, her fingers holding completely still. ‘Unless...’ she looked down at me with a devilish grin. ‘Oh, you have to feel it, Mr Pearce. I know you’ll just love it as well.’
Quickly Nurse Libby locked the door to my room, slipped off her shoes and was at the side of my bed, pulling down my pyjama bottoms. ‘Mmm, lovely,’ she purred, shooting me a sideways glance. I watched aghast as she clambered up onto the bed and carefully straddled my thighs, facing towards me, before once again she lifted her dress. I could see her pussy more clearly now and it really was a thing of beauty; smooth and flushed pink with arousal.
‘Now,’ she whispered as she dipped her face towards me, ‘tell me that you’ve ever felt anything softer and I won’t believe you.’ Taking my erect shaft within a cool fist she pulled it back a little before lowering herself so that the scarlet head touched against the swell of her cunt lips. Gently moving on her knees Libby began to draw me against her waxed flesh. She shut her eyes and parted her sexy, moist lips, gasping and teasing her milky-white teeth with the tip of her tongue.
‘Oh!’ she cried softly. ‘What do you... um, what do you think?’ But she was paying absolutely no attention to my thoughts as she began to rub me against herself more eagerly.
Nurse Simmons rose up and then down, rubbing the tip of my cock against her clit. She drew it first one way and then the other, moaning and crying out with every thrill she elicited. Soon enough, and quite naturally, I felt Libby begin to work me against her slit. Her lips parted for me and she stroked back and forth until the wet warmth of her cream began to smear against the tip of my prick.
‘Oh... oh God, Mr Pearce,’ she moaned, her eyes held tightly shut as she directed me to her entrance. At long last she was going to fuck me, and the anticipation was a torture of the sweetest kind. Tentatively she bore down and I felt the resistance of her juicy flesh press against me. Two or three times more she lifted away to reposition herself, until finally her body yielded and the head of my cock began to enter her. I couldn’t help but release a guttural moan from the back of my throat and Libby hissed with her own delight. As she held me at her entrance I tried to raise my hips to meet her, but it was simply too damned awkward and so I waited for her to sink down on me entirely.
But Libby merely lifted herself away once more, and just as I was about to leave her body entirely she dropped down again, but exactly as before, so that only the head of my cock was allowed to slip inside.
‘Oh, Mr Pearce!’ she exclaimed with a breathy cry, opening her eyes and pouting down at me. ‘That feels just too good. God, I wish we could just do it.’ I desperately tried to tell her through my stare that it was all right, that she was welcome to take advantage of my body, but as usual she seemed to miss my desperate signals.
‘Oh, you feel so nice and I really want all of that lovely cock of yours to fill me deep inside, but it would be wrong of me to take advantage of a patient in that way. I could lose my job, and... oh!’
I strained to look and saw that she was now rubbing her clit with two fingers, while the tip of my prick remained held at her entrance.
‘Oh fuck...’ she squealed. ‘Oh... Mr Pearce,’ she gasped, and it was plain to see by the tortured furrowing of her lightly perspiring brow that she was nearing her climax, and then Nurse Simmons fell silent, her beautiful breasts heaving and her mouth slightly open as she gave in, crying out and falling forward to support herself on one arm above me. ‘Oh, Jesus!’ she exclaimed, her eyes remaining closed. ‘That was... you are... oh fuck!’
Eventually her body relaxed and she lifted herself away from my still rigid cock. Looking down at me, her eyes dreamy and pupils dilated, she offered me a shy smile. ‘God, I’m so sorry Mr Pearce. I... I don’t know what came over me. I just couldn’t help myself. What must you think of me?’
It was, of course, a rhetorical question, but really I didn’t know the answer anyway. I had never desired, never wanted anyone so completely, but it would not be too strong a word to say that I was beginning to hate her for the tormenting hell she was subjecting me to. But Nurse Simmons wasn’t quite done with me yet...
Rising high on her knees and arching her back, Libby forked her fingers through her thick mane of hair and sighed. She lifted her skirt a little way and stared down at my still stiff prick beneath her. ‘Oh gosh, look what I’ve done to your penis,’ she said cheekily. ‘It’s all sticky, and you were so nice and clean when I got here. I know...’ Libby quickly and with amazing agility swapped her legs over so that she now straddled my torso in the opposite direction, facing away from me. Again a soft hand gripped tight at the base of my shaft, directing it back a little, and I was powerless not to groan as she dipped down and her moist lips suddenly closed around the head of my cock. Then Libby’s next move made it obvious that she had known exactly what she was doing all along, as her free hand reached back to lift her dress until it lay bunched around her waist, her delicious cunt exposed to me again. Seemingly determined to show me still more she gripped a naked buttock and pulled it away from its lovely twin, and I couldn’t help but stare at her tight young pussy, all rosy from her orgasm.
I wanted to fuck her with my fingers as she sucked on my cock, I wanted to lap at her clit and to tease her arsehole with the tip of a thumb, but clearly I was incapable of doing anything of the sort. But one thing I could experience clearly was her musky scent, and it caused my prick to spasm in her mouth. Her tongue flicked against me as she licked her own sticky juices. My dick twitched and jerked within her grip and I considered what a wonderful revenge it would be to shoot all across that pretty face of hers, but as always Nurse Libby Simmons was one step ahead, and before I could reach my orgasm she lifted herself upright and gracefully slipped from the bed.
She pulled up my pyjama bottoms with the careful professionalism of one who had done so a thousand times, and I found myself wondering just how many other men had fallen victim to her game. Libby smiled down at me with a look of angelic innocence.
‘Gosh I’m going to miss you, Mr Pearce,’ she whispered huskily, leaning down and kissing me lightly on the lips, my torment continuing as her lovely breasts pressed softly against my chest. ‘Just you make sure that you keep on getting better while I’m away, you hear?’ She blinked cutely at me and caressed my cheek with a thumb, before straightening up, turning and calmly walking to the door, and just before she opened it she turned to face me once more.
‘Oh, and Mr Pearce, when I allow my boyfriend to fuck me on the beach tomorrow night, it’ll be you I’ll be thinking of and not him.’
And then she left, and all I could do was stare at the closed door. Nurse Simmons had beaten me yet again, and I’m not afraid to say that this time I was glad to see her gone.
Wonderful things began to happen to me over the next two weeks. There were still tests, x-rays and scans to be endured, but the first piece of good news arrived one morning when I was told that my arm-casts were to be removed. I ached like hell and my muscles had wasted more than a little, but it was a life changing experience nevertheless. Finally I could drag myself from bed to wheelchair all by myself, and most importantly, go unaccompanied to the bathroom. And yes, almost the second that I was left alone I unleashed the sexual tension that had plagued me from the very first moment that Nurse Simmons walked into my life. By way of a pathetic revenge I tried my hardest not to think of her, but of course I couldn’t help myself. In the end I was glad that I did though, as it was during those first brief pleasure-filled moments that my plan began to formulate.
The physiotherapy sessions began in earnest, and then first one leg cast was removed, quickly followed by the other a couple of days later. I felt as weak and as ungainly as a newborn foal, but my sense of elation at being able to walk again, when things could so easily have ended much more seriously, was unparalleled.
There have to be easier ways to get in shape, but as I stepped from the shower one evening – a shower I’d joyously been able to give myself – I caught my reflection in the mirror and realised that I actually looked rather good. The high protein liquid diet I was forced to endure because of my broken jaw had given me all the nutrients I could possibly need, but my body had naturally shed a few excess pounds in the process, and I looked leaner and more defined than at any time over the last few years.
So with a new lease of life I threw myself into getting fit, and one morning, while undertaking a set of squats in my room, I spotted a so far undiscovered feature of my hospital bed. In each corner a soft leather strap hung down beneath the mattress. There appeared to be a velcro fastener at one end, and upon closer inspection I quickly worked out what they were for. By pulling them along the chrome tubing of the bedrails and up above the mattress it was plain to see that they were restraints of some sort. I don’t suppose that they were for aggressive patients or for those inclined to self-harm, as they didn’t quite look secure enough, but as I closed a loop around my wrist I discovered that you would really have to fight pretty hard to break free. I suspect they were for those in danger of moving damaged limbs in their sleep, or perhaps patients who suffered from fits.
Either way they were an interesting discovery, and as I tucked them back out of view I smiled to myself.
Ten days after Libby left for her holiday the best development of all occurred. My jaw was finally unwired. After weeks without use, so much as opening my mouth even a fraction resulted in a dull, throbbing pain, but I was ecstatic nonetheless. My tongue felt as though it didn’t belong in my mouth, and talking was both weird and wonderful at the same time. But the food... even bland, unexciting hospital food tasted like the finest Michelin Star cuisine.
I had half expected to be discharged, but the consultant explained to me one morning that there was still a little internal bruising they would like to keep an eye on for a day or two, and that I would be better off being close at hand for the twice-daily physiotherapy sessions anyway. I was truly sick of the hospital, but as I was single I had nowhere to be in a hurry, and so I used what time I had left to enjoy walks in the sunshine in the hospital grounds, talking to anyone who would listen, and eating and drinking as though for the very first time in my life. But of course, one part of my mind was always fixed on something else, or perhaps I should say, someone else.
The inevitable day arrived. I won’t say that it crept up on me, or that I’d lost track, as that would be a lie. I’d been mentally ticking off each twenty-four hours, one after the other, and had even made an effort to charm the ward sister into divulging when Nurse Simmons would be returning to work.
The fateful evening was a balmy one, and so I lay on my bed in nothing more than a fresh pair of pyjama bottoms, reading a rather poor detective novel I had borrowed from a new friend in my physio class. What little breeze there was teased its way through the open window. It was not quite dark yet, but the room was dull enough that I allowed a single table lamp to burn and to cast a pool of soft, yellowy light across the bed.
I was completely calm as I waited for her, calm in the knowledge that it was time to even things out.
And then she came, hips swaying, into my room, tanned and looking utterly gorgeous. Her hair was again tied in a ponytail and it shone with innumerable sun-bleached shades.
‘Oh, Mr Pearce!’ she squealed delightfully, rushing over and wrapping her arms around my neck to hug me tightly. My ribs still ached as she squeezed, but in a way it really was good to see her and I couldn’t deny that I had missed her too.
‘Hello, Nurse Simmons,’ I said for the very first time.
‘Gosh, you’re looking good,’ she said, taking my hands in her own and stepping back to observe me better.
‘And you too,’ I said, because she really was. Better than ever, if that was possible. ‘How was your holiday?’
‘Oh, it was wonderful thanks,’ she beamed with infectious enthusiasm. ‘I had such an amazing time, and you know what’s the best thing?’
‘Tell me,’ I replied, raising my eyebrows expectantly, even though she would have done so had I asked her to or not.
‘Late last night, just as we landed back in England, I dumped my stupid-arsed boyfriend,’ she told me. ‘I mean stupid-arsed ex-boyfriend,’ she giggled, proudly jutting out those pert tits of hers.
‘Good for you, Libby,’ I said. ‘It did sound as though you were ready to move on.’ I actually felt a little sorry for the poor boy, and realised that he had probably been played just as relentlessly as me, and God knows how many other men.
‘Yeah, he was an idiot all right.’ She really did look incredibly sweet as she stood there grinning and swinging her hips from side to side, and for a split second I actually found myself doubting her cruel torment of three weeks earlier, but I was merely blinded by that innocent beauty and besides, my plan was soon to be set in motion. And then what Nurse Simmons said next was just too predictable, and so it began.
‘Right, you need a bed bath!’
Clearly I needed no such thing; I was more than capable of looking after myself now, and had showered shortly beforehand.
‘Okay, Libby, but please would you lock the door and draw the blind?’ She gladly did as I asked before grabbing the wash bowl and heading on through to the bathroom, swinging her hips as she went.
I lay back against the pillows and smiled, actually looking forward to discovering what tease Nurse Simmons had in store for me this time, and she soon returned and set the bowl down in its usual place.
‘Let’s get you undressed, shall we?’ she said brightly. I didn’t have a pyjama top on, so she chatted away about her holiday as she untied the string of my pyjama bottoms and eased them down over my thighs.
Smirking to myself I watched her eye my lazy cock, lolling all soft against a thigh. I wondered if she was disappointed that I was not yet hard for her, and what she planned to do to resolve the issue. I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
‘So what do you think of my tan then, Mr Pearce?’ I didn’t bother to answer, as there was no real need. ‘I don’t suppose you can see much of it. Here, I’ll show you a little more.’ One by one Nurse Libby Simmons popped the press studs of her pristine white tunic from top to bottom, before allowing it to slip from her shoulders. She was braless and stood before me in nothing more than a tiny lace thong.
‘I told you I needn’t have bought the bikini top,’ she said, nibbling her lower lip and playing it all cute and coy.
‘So I see.’ She did look incredible, I must confess, but I was not yet aroused and I actually caught her take an uncertain glance at my flaccid prick. But of course Nurse Simmons had other tricks up her sleeve.
‘To be honest, for the last week I didn’t even need the bikini bottoms either,’ she went on.
‘Oh?’ I questioned, happily playing along with her little game.
She shook her head. ‘No. One day me and whatsisname went off exploring around the island and we found a really secluded little cove. It was so beautiful and there was no one around, and so we just stripped off completely. Of course it made me incredibly horny as he rubbed me all over with sun cream, and I insisted on him making love to me in so many different ways beneath the sun. We ended up going back there almost every day. I did...’ Libby bowed her head and actually managed to bring a blush to her cheeks as she stared at me with big doe-eyes, ‘...I did imagine it was you and not him I was doing it with, Mr Pearce.’
‘Ah, that is nice of you, Libby,’ I offered casually, and once again I caught her eyeing my cock, and although the idea of fucking Libby’s stunning body on a beach was really starting to get me going, I was clearly not responding well enough for her liking.
‘Look, I’ll prove it!’ she suddenly announced, playing her final hand and pulling down her panties to expose her shaved slit to me. ‘No tan-lines at all!’
‘Hey, you’re right,’ I replied. ‘But turn around,’ and she did exactly as I said. ‘Hmm, I’m still not quite sure though. Bend over please.’
Why bending over would prove that she had been sunbathing naked was anyone’s guess, but she complied unquestioningly all the same to offer me the view of her lovely cunt from behind. Once a flirty exhibitionist always a flirty exhibitionist, I guess.
‘Okay, I believe you now,’ I said, and she stood upright once more and spun around to beam at me.
‘See, I told you so.’ Again she glanced at my groin, and this time she found satisfaction. ‘Oh my, Mr Pearce!’ she admonished theatrically, gazing at my fully erect cock with a calculating smile. ‘But don’t worry—’
This time, and with more than a hint of sarcasm, I finished the sentence for her. ‘It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, right?’
Nurse Libby Simmons looked into my eyes and furrowed her brow. ‘Hey, there’s something different about you, Mr Pearce.’ The penny seemingly still hadn’t quite dropped.
‘Well yes, there is, Nurse Simmons,’ I announced, pulling up my pyjama bottoms and sitting upright to swing my legs over the side of the bed.
‘You... you can talk!’ she announced, that fact only just registering with her, and she stared with wide eyes as though witnessing some kind of a miracle. ‘And... and you can walk!’
I stepped down onto the floor. ‘That’s right, Libby, and I can use my arms too. Look...’ I reached out and slid her thong down her thighs until it fell to the floor in a tiny soft heap. ‘Come,’ I said, and she instinctively took my proffered hands.
‘Where? What?’
‘It’s all fine, Libby. It’s just that things are going to be a little different tonight. I’ll be leaving hospital tomorrow morning, so for our final evening together, and as you’ve looked after me so well, I thought I’d repay your kindness.’
‘But...’ she blurted as I quickly lifted her by the waist and set her down on the edge of the bed.
‘Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,’ I soothed. ‘I’m completely in control now,’ and she allowed me to guide her onto her back with absolutely no resistance whatsoever.
I suppose she must have been too surprised to protest when I lifted back an arm and fastened the first leather restraint around the wrist. And by the time she could utter a quick ‘Hey’ the second strap was fixed in place too, both her arms now held securely.
My strength still had some way to go before I was fully recovered, but Nurse Simmons was such a neat little package that it was no problem for me to take her ankle against her steadily awakening resistance and fasten it to the foot of the bed. Then I grabbed her other leg, and she was really beginning to pull back now, but that too was quickly restrained and Libby lay naked and utterly at my mercy, four shapely limbs each secured to a corner of the ingenious hospital bed.
‘Um, what...’ she muttered uncertainly, testing her bonds a little and staring up at me with genuine concern in her eyes, ‘what are you doing?’
I quickly moved to the head of the bed and stroked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. ‘Hush now, silly,’ I soothed. ‘I just thought it might be a useful lesson – for your nursing, I mean – if you were to experience how it felt to be me. You have nothing to worry about; I’m simply going to treat you to a little bed bath tonight instead. Oh, but before I do there’s just one last thing I need to do.’
Stepping back from the bed I walked over to where my towelling bathrobe lay draped across a chair, and slowly slid the belt through its loops until it came free. I had absolutely no intension of causing Libby any physical pain, and had already tested everything out on myself to discover its relative comfort.
Moving back to where she lay bound to the bed, I stretched out the belt with both hands and held it above her delicious, tanned, supine form.
‘What the hell...?’ she cried, but in doing so she only made things easier for me as quickly I slipped the improvised gag between her teeth, tying it tightly at the back of her head as she instinctively bit down on it. Of course she tried to resist, of course she struggled, but the whole manoeuvre took just a matter of seconds and then I was quick to soothe her once again.
‘Relax, Libby, everything’s fine,’ I whispered. ‘I promise I’m not going to hurt you. In fact, I’m only going to treat you to nice things, just like you did for me.’
Just like she did for me. Her big glossy eyes stared up and I could tell that she wanted to believe me, and for an instant I actually felt sorry for the poor girl and even considered untying her, but she really was a very naughty nurse and was in dire need of a good hard lesson.
Stepping back I dipped my hands into the bowl of clear warm water, before applying a generous squirt of soap onto a palm. ‘I think you were right, Libby; those latex gloves are awful, so I’m going to use my bare hands on you too.’
Slowly massaging my palms together until thick suds began to squelch between my fingers, I finally pressed each one down against her tummy. Libby arched her back and released a muffled cry, her body stiffening at the contact, but as I slowly began to sweep them higher I felt her relax a little beneath me.
Staring down at her naked body I so wanted to ravage her completely, to run my hands across her exquisite curves, but that was not a part of my plan and I took my time, soaping ever upwards and teasing her with the gentlest caress.
Upon reaching her breasts I trailed my fingertips against their lower contours only, resisting the temptation to tease her more fully. Nurse Simmons shuddered and released a soft, muffled cry as I stroked her with the lightest of touches. I could see that her nipples had already swollen into two tight buds, yet I forced myself to ignore them and to continue sliding my hands higher still.
‘You see, Libby, I knew you’d like it,’ I said calmly as I gently soaped beneath her arms. ‘This is just how you treated me, and it feels wonderful, doesn’t it?’
Taking a clean flannel from the trolley I rinsed her upper body clean, once more ignoring all but the outer curves of her breasts, and Libby squirmed and whimpered her frustration.
‘Right,’ I exclaimed breezily, as though what I was doing to her was entirely normal, ‘let’s bathe your lower half now, shall we?’ and immediately Libby’s legs pulled futilely against her bonds.
I soaped each sun-bronzed leg, from her feet all the way up to her hips, allowing my fingers to splay and to trace along her inner thighs with each stroke. Over and over again my hands swept upward, moving that little bit higher every time, but never quite touching where I intuitively knew she wanted them to touch.
Just because I’d turned the tables, just because it was now my turn to tease her, it didn’t mean I wasn’t suffering too. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at the swell of Libby’s naked pussy and the neat line of her slit as it rose and fell with every involuntary lift of her hips. My cock stood hard and proud beneath my loose-fitting pyjama bottoms, and pulsated with an angry anticipation for what was to come.
In the end I took the flannel again and set about rinsing her off completely. At the last moment, once there was no trace of soap upon her naked body, and her newly tanned flesh glistened like honey, I lifted the damp cloth above her belly and slowly wrung it out until a fine trickle of warm water splashed down to snake its way between her thighs. Poor Libby moaned against the soft restriction of the gag and tensed the muscles of her backside hard, no doubt desperate to feel the water caress her body more intimately, but that was a satisfaction she was to be denied.
Carefully and tenderly I patted the gorgeous, captive nurse dry with a clean towel before smiling down at her. ‘There you go, my dear,’ I said, ‘all done. It really does feel nice, doesn’t it?’ She stared up at me with a confused look in her eyes, but of course I ignored her silent plea completely.
‘Oh my goodness!’ I suddenly gasped, dramatically slapping a palm against my forehead. ‘I’ve forgotten somewhere, haven’t I?’ Just as she had done with me I continued as though talking only to myself. ‘But now the water’s not warm enough and I would just hate you to catch a chill.’ I furrowed my brow as though concentrating hard.
‘I know,’ I exclaimed. ‘I remember what you did once to clean me up when we had no water, and well, I suppose I could do just the same for you.’
And before she had a chance to work out what the hell I was talking about I quickly leant down and sank my lips upon a rosy nipple, sucking deeply and bringing the swollen tip against my tongue. Once again Libby tensed her body and cried out as best she could, and despite the restriction of the gag it was plain to hear that her moans were born of pleasure and not from any form of discomfort.
I lifted my head away and circled my lips around her other neglected nipple, this time flicking my tongue and coating her dimpled flesh with my warm saliva.
Libby twisted against her bonds and I watched with personal satisfaction as she tossed her head with a frustrated passion.
‘Oh dear, I am silly, there’s somewhere else I’ve forgotten,’ I said casually, before taking a nipple between my teeth and slowly stroking my hand across the gentle hollow of her tummy, feeling her muscles tensed beneath my fingers. I curved my hand over the swell of her waxed mound, pressing the heel of my palm just above her clit, and immediately the heat of her body betrayed her desire.
Carefully I allowed my middle finger to work its way between Libby’s wet, swollen lips, and her resolve gave in all too easily. I gently rubbed my fingertip along the length of her slit, up and then down again, smearing her silky juices as I went, and my naughty nurse tensed her buttocks hard, willing me to play with her still deeper.
My lips again circled around a nipple and I teased it very lightly with the tip of my tongue, and at the same moment I suddenly plunged my finger deep within her hot, wet cunt.
Libby uttered a muffled cry and arched her back as I slid my finger back and forth against her inner-wall, over and over again, but before I could allow her to enjoy her pleasure completely, I quickly and rather cruelly lifted myself upright, staring down at her with affected shock.
‘Well, Nurse Simmons!’ I admonished. ‘You are a naughty girl, aren’t you? Just look at how wet you’ve become.’
I pulled my finger from her pussy and held it up to the light so that it glistened, slick with her juices.
‘But don’t worry about it,’ I continued, adopting a softer expression. ‘It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.’
Of course it was a game, of course it was revenge, but I still wanted Libby’s body as much as I ever did. It would have been so easy for me to fuck her right there, right then, and I have absolutely no doubt that she wanted exactly that too, but where would the lesson have been in that? I had waited weeks for this moment to arrive, and desperate though I was to feel her tight young pussy sucking around my cock, I simply had to take my time, to really savour the experience.
‘Forgive me, Nurse Simmons,’ I went on, ‘but I’ve not finished my job yet, have I? There’s somewhere else that needs licking clean.’
Lowering my face between her parted thighs I pressed my lips to the smooth swell of Libby’s pussy, self-indulgently drawing in the musky scent of her arousal and feeling my aching cock throb in response. I alternated between planting delicate kisses against the slick flesh of her cunt lips, with teasing laps of my tongue, and she lifted her hips so that I might kiss and lick her more intimately still.
But I was in complete control now, and I continued to taunt her mercilessly, purposely teasing her clit with only an occasional feather-light flick of my tongue.
Libby began to release frustrated sobs and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the girl. So, and despite the fact that she deserved a far harsher punishment, I circled my lips around her clit and began to suck. I had to press down against Libby’s thighs so she’d not inadvertently injure my still fragile jaw, such was the degree that she thrashed.
I alternated sucking, drawing her clitoris tight within the vacuum of my mouth, with lapping her with the flat of my tongue. Once again I used my fingers to enter her, two held firmly together, and Libby’s pussy gripped me with a succulent wet heat.
I finger-fucked her slowly whilst licking her swollen bud, from side to side then up and down. Her delectable body was almost too easy for me to read, and as she tensed one moment, releasing a muffled squeal from the back of her throat, and relaxed the next, I worked her just the way I knew she wanted.
It was not long before I sensed the sexy nurse’s climax fast approaching, and I taunted her harder and faster, lapping her clit and fucking her wet hole with straightened fingers. Her feet writhed against the sheets as she released muted cry after cry.
With one final, intense assault, and just at the very moment when I feared I might push her over the edge, I lifted myself away, panting and wiping my wet chin against the back of a hand.
Libby stared up at me with a look of absolute horror, and I was finally witness to what she must have seen in my eyes, yet teasingly chose to ignore, only a few weeks earlier.
‘Christ, I’m so sorry, Nurse Simmons,’ I said, ‘I’m afraid I got a little carried away. Your delicious little pussy just tasted so sweet and I couldn’t resist it. I’m not sure what came over me. Please forgive me.’
I smirked down at her, blatantly admiring the way her lovely breasts rose and fell as she tried to calm her agitated breathing.
‘I must admit though,’ I went on, ‘it really is a remarkably tasty pussy, and I know this is an outrageous thing to ask of a nice young lady such as yourself, but do you remember when you allowed me to test how smooth it was with the tip of my cock? When you rubbed me up and down with it? You do? Well, would you mind if I was to try that again, now? It really did feel so nice.’
Libby moaned some kind of unintelligible affirmation and vigorously nodded her head, but even if she’d protested it would have made no difference as I fully intended to fuck her anyway.
‘Thank you, my dear,’ I crowed, ‘that’s very sweet of you.’
Quickly stepping out of my pyjama bottoms I stood their naked and unabashed, my cock rigid and curving outrageously up towards the flat of my stomach. I caught Libby staring wide-eyed, as I carefully climbed up onto the bed to kneel between her thighs, gripping my shaft in my fist and stroking it back and forth. Carefully I positioned myself over her, supporting my weight on a single arm, and then guided my cock against her exposed, vulnerable pussy.
She shut her eyes and whimpered as I pressed the bloated tip into her slit, and I too was forced to swallow hard as I felt her soft wet flesh envelop me. Pushing a little deeper I worked myself between her lips.
‘Fuck me, Nurse Libby, you really do feel amazing,’ I grunted, teasing her further still, ‘but if only... if only I could enter you.’
As I knew they would her eyes immediately flashed wider and pleaded with me to do just that, but of course I ignored her in just the same way she had ignored me when in control of proceedings.
I began to work myself up and down between her sex lips again until the scarlet head of my cock ran slick with her cream. I aimed it at her entrance and she angled her hips to offer herself more blatantly. The lone arm that supported my weight burned like hell now, and it was not an act when I said, ‘I’m sorry, young lady, but I can’t hold myself like this any longer. My muscles are still too weak, but it would be such a shame to stop now.’
She quickly nodded her head in agreement and, smiling to myself, I moved on to the final stage of my revenge. ‘But maybe, if I just rest like this for a little while,’ and I pushed forward so that her body began to yield to me.
She really did feel incredible, and her wet heat begged me to press further. It was as much a torture for me as it must have been for her, but I certainly didn’t intend to deny myself for much longer. Libby lifted her hips, encouraging me to enter her deeper, but with each of her thrusts towards me I would only pull away.
Then supporting my weight on both arms I stared deep into her eyes. ‘You look beautiful, my dear,’ I whispered, and slowly I began to tense and release the muscles of my arse so as to fuck her entrance only. ‘You know, you were right when you told me before that it was such a shame we couldn’t fuck. Can you imagine how good that would feel? But I really would hate to be responsible for you losing your job. Although, wouldn’t it be lovely to see what it was like?’
Libby’s eyes pleaded with me as she whimpered against the gag. ‘Maybe we should try it, just once,’ I goaded, and as she nodded her head impatiently I thrust my hips and buried my cock deep within her cunt with one smooth movement.
After weeks of pain and frustration I’m not sure that I have ever experienced a sensation more wonderful than Libby’s tight cunt as it gripped me. Yet even now she gave in to her selfish side by quickly angling her hips and using her strong inner muscles against me. I could easily have succumbed to her, but I felt it was my duty to remain in control. And so almost as quickly as I entered her I pulled back until the tip of my cock was lodged at her entrance again, and I returned to taunting her with the subtlest of movements only.
Poor Nurse Libby’s nostrils flared and her brow furrowed. She cried out as best she could, but I simply ignored her protests and continued with my unremitting tease. ‘Fuck, that was amazing!’ I gasped. ‘It somehow feels so wrong for me to be doing this to you, but...’
Nurse Simmons groaned and threw back her head as again I thrust the full length of my cock deep inside her, adjusting the angle of my hips for deeper penetration, but just as before I quickly withdrew. The poor girl’s eyes sparkled wide and flashed with frustration as I continued tormenting her, and really it gave me no pleasure to watch her suffer in such a way. It was time for the lesson to be brought to a close.
‘I’m sorry, nurse, I just can’t help myself, but just like with the latex gloves, if you don’t tell then neither will I.’
I sank into her again.
Lifting myself up onto locked arms, aching and trembling though they were, I began to fuck gorgeous Nurse Simmons with long, deep strokes, sliding from the tip of my shaft all the way to the root, and out again.
Harder and faster I thrust, my abdomen slapping noisily against hers. Her lithe body felt just too damn good and the sensation of her hot wet cunt sucking tightly around my erection almost made up for her previous behaviour. Beyond the physical sensation of her body beneath me, the psychological element that I was finally taking what I had been owed for so long was enough to send thrill after spine-tingling thrill coursing through my body. Panting and grunting I willed myself to ignore the dull ache of my arms and to accept only the immense pleasures of her pussy, and with one last burst of energy I increased my pace.
I have no idea how close she was herself – I was entirely lost, and in that moment my plan could easily have gone wrong – but as I felt my orgasm surge I quickly withdrew from the moist heaven of her cunt, taking my prick in a fist and working it hard for a second or two, then I gave in, crying out as I began to spurt hot sticky cum all over the panting nurse’s stomach and breasts.
The pleasure was simply far too great for me to be aware of anything beyond my own intense climax, but as I began to slow, to stroke my cock again and the last heavy drops splashed down on her tummy, I opened my eyes to view the mess I’d deposited on her exhausted body.
I had won. Revenge was finally mine. And as the last vestiges of pure animal pleasure slipped away from me I felt truly awful. I had lowered myself to her level, yet gained little satisfaction in doing so.
Climbing from the bed, avoiding her gaze as I did, I tried to justify what I had just done with the thought that it was no worse than anything she had subjected me to, and that Nurse Simmons really did deserve to be taught a lesson.
Quickly I dressed in the clean clothes I’d left hidden on the chair beneath my dressing gown, pulling on a pair of boots before turning to face the bed once more. She stared up at me, her eyes dull and her pupils as black as polished jet.
‘I’m sorry, Libby,’ I said, and really I was. But in a way I was grateful, too. Nurse Simmons had used me all right; she had made me the victim of her own peculiar little game, but even so I couldn’t help but feel something for her. Had she known what she was doing by teasing me in such an outrageous manner? Of course she had. Had she meant to cause me any real distress? I’m not so sure.
I released one strap from around her wrist before leaning down to kiss her lightly on the lips. Then turning away, I left my room for good.
You see, earlier that afternoon I had officially been discharged with as clean a bill of health as I could have hoped for. I was so relieved that I had thought about leaving there and then, but knowing that I was so close to seeing Nurse Libby Simmons for one last time, knowing that really I was owed my revenge, I persuaded the ward sister to allow me to stay for one more night based on the lie that I had no way of getting home until the following morning.
And even now, two years on, I often find myself thinking about Libby Simmons. I often wonder if she’s out there somewhere, playing her little games, and if she is, whether I should feel sorry for her victims or be envious of them. Mostly, though, I just look back on strange weeks in a peculiar phase of my life that was made that little bit more interesting by a unique and utterly remarkable young woman.
There was pain, there was fear and yes, there was frustration beyond belief, but would I have changed any of it had I been able to? If it meant missing out on meeting Libby Simmons, my naughty little nurse, then I’m not so sure that I would.