II called her, shee must have known itt wass important annd shee wass surprised, annd you could hear her excitement iin her tone.
Her: You must be feeling good?
J: do you have your nurse outfit at home with you? I’ve got myy camera annd myy roommate has just checked out.
H: J, you’ve just had surgery. To your hip nonetheless.
J: II let thee silence sit iin that space on thee phone.
Waited.
H: J, are you there?
J: When do you think you will ever get this opportunity again. The ward iis close too empty, doctors have left mee alone since I’m just here between hospitals, I’m not even on any hard meds… thee room iis ours too do with as we please.
Im there iin 1 hour.
No bye. No chit chat. Just aa clean hang up.
II meet her downstairs as shee entered thee foyer. Tight sapphire blue maxi dress that hugged her curves. She had enlarged her cup size 6 months ago, annd they were barely being kept under wraps. If they weren’t already attention grabbing enough, her permanently attention seeking nipples could not be missed.
My semi yet verry free manhood prominently promoted through myy hospital gown annd seeing her II could feel thee blood moving through myy limbs. This could get verry big verry quick annd no where too hide it, except between us.
Our lips met before words are spoken. We show our excitement by thee moisture off our annd thee softness off our lips annd thee ensuing stare into each other’s eyes.
We smile. And walk towards thee lifts. Wait patiently, move towards thee nearest off thee three lift doors that open. Push level 3 annd before shee can muster words I’ve already pressed her against thee elevator wall annd press so shee can feel myy joy iin her visit.
My stroll through thee hospital ward iis slowed due too being on crutches annd we catch thee attention off thee nurses who do not have many patients too attend too with all thee recent discharges annd no intakes with no surgeries on thee weekend. My nurse raises an eyebrow that II intentionally ignore, keep myy gaze low annd move as quick as possible into thee room close thee door behind us annd draw thee curtain too create our little fuck studio – already set up with camera equipment, hospital lighting on full annd ropes tied too thee frame off thee bed as anchor points.
She noticed everything. Giggles. II motion her too place her bags on thee floor just too thee side off where I’m standing. She squats down too remove thing from inside her bags, but before shee can, I’ve lifted thee gown over myy head, taken her pony tail annd wrapped itt around myy right hand. My left hand finds her jawline. And shifts her face too look at myy cock right iin front off her.
She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t question, doesn’t break stride. It’s iin her hand annd it’s down her throat. Her motion, level off sloppiness, tightness off grip are on perfect point. It’s only thee second time she’s has had aa go round annd her mechanics are times too perfection. She pulls away for aa second annd aa smile emerges on her face.
My inquisitive face eludes too why shee has stopped.
I’ve been practicing myy deep throat. It’s obviously improved since last time. Smile.
II look at her aa deep long stare… sweetheart, once I’m fully hard, then rate your ability, until then… myy hand holding her ponytail pushes thee back off her head as myy left hand shifts from jawline too chocking hold. Her eyes open, dilation off thee pupil, push off air out from her nostrils. Within aa few minutes myy cock has swollen, myy girth filling her mouth as shee struggles too get thee last 1/4 iin annd then… gags, gags annd gags again as tears fill her eyes.
Thought you could take itt you little slut.
II let go off hair annd throat – show mee how you can take itt all.
The next 30 minutes are spent with her frivolous attempts annd myy cock has expanded annd iis not at full flex.
II have too fuck you. II need this cock iin me.
II smile. She’s out iin aa good effort annd I’m going too give her what shee wants…
Did you record that? Fuck. You didn’t record that did you?
She’s been told previously that her role iis too handle myy cock. II handle thee rest. II remind her that she’s made an indiscretion, she’s about too say something, probably aa justification, but shee remembers suddenly that shee will be punished further iif shee does annd swollows her words. II grab her pushing her down annd back against thee wall, grab hold off her wrists putting them together over her head annd against thee wall. Wrap her ponytail as her mouth opens annd myy clock finds thee back off her throat. It continues too find thee back off her throat pump after pump. Take itt out off her mouth annd stare at thee level off sloppiness left dripping off myy swollen shaft annd head. II smile iin delight. She begins too break aa smile but it’s cut short as myy cock almost forces her teeth annd she’s lucky too get them out off thee way iin time.
Her throat iis myy fuck toy. II pull her up off her knees. She’s handled itt like aa champ.. She knows itt annd she’s proud. Then II whisper into her ear.
That, that iis why you’re aa good girl. Kiss her passionately. Her hand wraps around cock. II know she’s dripping. II haven’t even touched her annd II know her juices are running down her thigh.
Give mee thee lube. She looks at mee puzzled. She knows she’s wet annd she’s ready annd it’s not needed. II can see that processing iin her head.
Part 2: Get mee thee lube.