Life is funny. Sometimes you waltz through life like there’s
nothing to it, and then sometimes it slaps you upside the head. I had
a good deal going with my girlfriend; we’d been going out for a year
and a half, and neither of us was in a rush to get married. We got
along, liked mostly the same things, and the sex was good. Not
mind-blowing, she wasn’t much for creativity in bed and I didn’t want
to be pushy about it, but it was okay.
Well, Erin was out of town for a conference and I was home and
horny. I wanted something more physically satisfying than the topless
bars, so I went down to the newsstand and picked up one of the adult
entertainment papers. There was quite a variety of ads, both print and
picture. I settled on “Nurses Station – Let our personal treatment
reduce the swelling!”. I wanted something different from Erin, so I
asked for a redhead. They offered me a 5’10” brunette for 200 dollars,
and pointed out that this was an incall where she had complete exam
facilities. I agreed that the full medical workup sounded like a good
deal, and we set an appointment for eight o’clock.
I arrived at the indicated location, a house in an unfamiliar
neighborhood, at three minutes before eight. A few moments after I
rang the doorbell, the door opened and I looked at the face of about
the last person I’d have expected to see.
Erin’s Aunt Theresa.
I’d met Aunt Theresa on several occasions, and she was always the
soul of disapproving propriety. But not now. She was wearing a white
nurse’s uniform with a very short hemline, white hose and white pumps.
The top of her outfit was unbuttoned enough to emphasize cleavage that
I’d never consciously noticed, her long dark-brown hair was pulled back
with a single hair bow, and she had done something with her makeup that
made her look about ten years younger. We both stared at each other
open-mouthed for what seemed like forever, but she got her composure
back first and stepped out of the doorway, beckoning me in with a
chuckle.
“Well, John, fancy meeting you here!” I went in and looked around
the living room, which was decorated tastefully but anonymously. I was
still trying to figure out how I was going to explain to Theresa what I
was doing here… well, actually that was pretty obvious but I could
see my relationship with Erin going down the tubes.
Theresa came up behind me while I was woolgathering, and wrapped
her arms around my chest. Her fingers started deftly undoing my shirt
buttons as she breathed warmly into my right ear, “So, shall we go on
to the back? I understand you were interested in the exam and
treatment room…” Thoughts of Erin faded from my mind as Theresa
nibbled at my earlobe and one of her hands drifted down to brush over
my groin.
“Uh, Aunt Theresa,” I started, but she hushed me quickly.
“Please, John… since you’re already obligated to the agency for the
fee, I wouldn’t feel right not giving you the full treatment. And in
here, I’m Nurse Terry. Just keep that in mind and I’m sure everything
will turn out just fine.” She slid one hand inside my shirt to tease
my nipple, while she gestured with the other hand to a doorway. “If
you’ll just go in there like a good boy, take off your street clothes
and put on the exam gown, we can get started.”
I went through the designated door into a room that might have
once been a sitting room. Now it held a low couch with a
standard-issue blue hospital gown, a bookcase with a selection of
medical tomes, a coffee table with a variety of current magazines, and
a coat rack with hangers. I put my shirt on the coat rack, slipped out
of my clothes, put the envelope with my two hundred-dollar bills on the
coffee table, and put on the drafty hospital gown. Theresa… I mean,
Nurse Terry walked in after I had finished. She was carrying a
clipboard and pulling a stethoscope out of the pocket of her uniform,
and glanced once at the envelope on the coffee table before telling me
to sit on the couch. She sat next to me, flashing a long expanse of
white-clad leg below the hem of her uniform to go with the cleavage
above, and held my wrist while she checked her watch. She made a
notation on her clipboard, then had me breathe in and out. While I did
so, she set the cold metal pad of the stethoscope in several places on
my upper and lower back, then on my chest and belly, and finally under
my testicles. That last contact caused my erection to come back in full
force, and she smiled and said, “We’ll take a closer look at that, but
not right now.”
She made some notes on her clipboard and stood up, going to the
door at the far end of the sitting room and opening it. Over her
shoulder, she said, “If you’ll come in here we can get down to the full
examination.” I got up and followed her through the door, and my jaw
dropped. You’d never have guessed there was what looked like a
standard hospital exam room back there. Exam table, metal cabinets
with all sorts of equipment and tubing, you name it. “Up on the table,
please,” she prompted, and I shook my head and sat up on the edge, legs
dangling. She took my temperature and my blood pressure, then went to
the side cabinet and fetched a little rubber hammer, which she used to
pop me on the knees and see how my legs bounced.
The next thing she did was go to the cabinet and come back with a
small pressure cuff, like you might use for a child, and slapped the
insides of my thighs to get me to spread them further apart. She
wrapped the cuff loosely around my cock and rolled my balls in her hand
until my erection had returned in full force, with the head of my cock
poking out the top of the cuff. Then she inflated it, playing with my
balls until my cock was pulsing painfully. I sighed in audible relief
when she deflated the cuff, and when I looked down my cock was an angry
red and as hard and thick as I could ever remember. She brought out a
small cloth tape measure and quickly measured it from base to tip,
around the base and around the head.
Then she leaned down and wrapped her lips around it, her tongue
reaching down to the base and her throat working a nasty massage on the
head. I leaned back on the table and closed my eyes, only to have her
pull her mouth off with a loud *pop*. “Hey,” I began, but she put her
finger to my lips and shushed me firmly. “All in good time, John,
remember Nurse Terry knows best. Now turn around and we’ll continue
with your exam.”
I turned around and leaned with my elbows on the table, and she
patted my legs until I had them far enough apart for her. I listened
as she made noises behind me putting the gloves on, snapping them into
place, then she pulled the back of the gown up and laid it on my back
out of her way. I flinched when she applied the cold jelly to my anus,
then held my breath as she worked her finger inside. It wasn’t any
worse than the exam my doctor gave me, invasive but tolerable.
Then her other hand wrapped itself cold and slick around my cock
and started to slide forward and back. If all my rectals were like
this I would never complain! In no time I was panting, trying to hunch
my hips forward into her hand, when she pulled her finger out of my ass
and then pushed what must have been three fingers in. I grunted in
discomfort, but her hand on my cock was keeping me just on the edge of
coming and I didn’t want that to stop. She pulled her fingers out and
shoved them back in, and it wasn’t until I felt something prodding my
stomach from inside and her stomach slapped against my back that I
realized it wasn’t fingers at all, but by then she’d pushed me over the
edge and I erupted against the end of the exam table, panting like a
dog in heat with a bigger orgasm than I’d had in a long time.
I closed my eyes for a couple of moments to catch my breath, and
she finally slid the strap-on out of my ass and patted me on my rear
cheeks, saying “Don’t go to sleep on me, honey, Nurse Terry isn’t
finished with you yet!” I stood there, slumped on the table with my
ass throbbing, while I heard the sounds of running water behind me,
then a warm washcloth was applied between my legs and she efficiently
cleaned off the traces of cum and jelly, stopping at the end to run her
fingernail teasingly around my still-stretched bottom.
“Okay, hon, time for you to get up on the table, on your back
please!” When I turned around to sit up on the table, my eyes opened
twice as wide. Theresa had taken off her uniform and was puttering
about in hose and shoes, a fine well-muscled bottom poking out at me.
She turned around, full breasts bouncing, short-cropped brown pubic
hair neatly trimmed, and smiled knowingly at the look on my face.
“Come on, now, be a good boy and lie back, and hold your knees to your
chest while I take your temperature.” I barely noticed the thermometer
after what she’d already done to my bottom, but when she finally took
the thermometer out, my erection had returned.
I let my legs flop down, and Theresa climbed up on the table with
her thighs straddling mine. She leaned forward and dangled her breasts
in my face. “Okay, hon, I know you’ve been wanting these… go for
it!” I wasted no time in reaching up to cup and massage her globes,
rubbing my thumbs over her nipples as her eyes lidded and she licked
her lips. She leaned down farther and to one side, allowing me to get
one wide nipple into my mouth where I sucked it feeling it swell and
harden. Then she moved and presented her other breast for the same
treatment, all the time sitting on my cock and rocking her bottom from
side to side until I was hard again.
“Come on, stud, let’s find out what my niece sees in you!” With
that Theresa reached back and gripped my cock while she settled down
onto it. She was hot and wet, and guided me inside her quickly until
her bottom cheeks were firmly pressed against my thighs. Then she held
my hands to her breasts and started a rocking motion with her hips,
which quickly became an up-and-down pistoning on my cock. Her earlier
treatment had taken my edge off, so even though I was hard as a rock I
wasn’t feeling any urgency to come, and I was enjoying the sight of the
deep red flush that was spreading from her neck down between her
breasts. Her mouth was open soundlessly, and her breathing was ragged
as she let go of my hands and grabbed the exam table on either side of
me for balance. “Oh… oh yeah… all RIGGHHHTTTTT!” she screamed, and
as she came her vagina twirled and sucked on my cock until I suddenly
had to slam my hips up to meet hers ending in a mutual explosion that
left us both panting and exhausted on the table.
Two orgasms in one session was more than Erin and I generally
managed, and I was limp in more ways than one when Theresa slid off me,
took a damp warm washcloth and proceeded to give me a thorough cleanup.
Even her tender attention between my legs couldn’t arouse more than a
weak wriggle. “Time’s up, honey. I guess you really did need Nurse
Terry’s special treatment! Tell you what… next time my niece goes
out of town, you be sure to keep *this* in the family where it
belongs!” Her hand patted my cock fondly as she said that, then her
fingers teased their way down a little lower. “And John… next time
if you’re a very good boy, maybe I’ll let you do the exam on me!”
