Disclaimer: The following is a fictional story. It contains descriptions of cross-dressing, gay sex, and pissing. If this offends you or it is illegal for you to read this, then DONT.
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THE ENGLISH PATIENT ===================
When I recieve an e-mail from Richard telling me he is coming to my city for a conference, my cock twitches and hardens in delight and anticipation, and I have to free it from my jeans.
I had been cruising the net looking for a transvestite appreciator for some time after I finally lost my virginity as a woman. My wonderful experience with a cab-driver and a cop had given me a taste for the pleasures that can be experienced wearing women's clothing with other men who understand your desires.
I had been e-mailing a man in England who seemed friendly, open and honest. We had exchanged pictures (me of course in my sexiest lingerie), and if the picture I recieved in reply was honest, it seemed like I was on to a good thing. He was older (40's I guessed, I'm in my 20's), but that is how I prefer my men.
My hard cock in hand, I scan back over our correspondence which I have saved. My turgid organ drools pre-cum as I stroke it, masturbating lazily over the fantasies we exchanged. As they dance before my eyes in all their depraved ASCII text glory, my hand gradually rubs my cock faster and faster. His needs and mine fit together perfectly, and I find myself thinking that three weeks is an unbearable amount of time to wait before meeting my new lover.
As my masturbation grows frantic and I begin to pant pre-orgasmically, my mind fills with lewd images. I want to present myself before Richard in my hottest satin outfit, to parade myself seductively in front of a hot, appreciative man rubbing his stiff cock, engorged with desire for my feminized body. I want to submit to his every whim, to be used for his pleasure, and to have his lust for me sprayed over my satin-clad body in thick spurts of cum. I want to show him how much I desire him by making my own swollen cock spew hot seed over my stomach.
And then I realise the cum spurting from my cock is not in a fantasy, but that I am climaxing from my furious masturbation. My penis is twitching delightfully and I gasp, several jets of hot sperm shooting into the air and splashing down over my jeans and t-shirt.
I reply to his e-mail as I lick the semen from my fingers, my sticky cock slowly deflating as I type my phone number and tell him to give me a call when has time to see me.
The three weeks pass slowly, my every waking moment, and many sleeping moments, spent dreaming of the moment in which we will meet and fuck.
But finally the day arrives when the phone rings and a man with a pronounced English accent is on the other end. We catch up briefly, and then arrange to meet at his suite at the Hotel Carlisle, an upmarket place in the city, at 8pm the following night.
Work the next day seems to pass even slower than the preceding three weeks, but after what seems an interminable amount of time, I am finally home. I strip naked as soon as I am in the front door, freeing my already erect penis from the uncomfortable confines of my day clothes.
I spend an hour in the shower, cleaning, lathering and shaving myself. Soon my cock, balls, ass, legs and chest are hairless. I also clean my insides. I get out and dry myself and powder every inch of my skin, leaving it smooth and soft.
I long ago have selected my outfit, and so I quickly begin the pleasurable process of dressing for the evening. First I reach for my red lace g-string. Shaking like a leaf, I marvel at its' elegance: no men's garment looks this good. I rub them over my face, my neck, my chest, finally wrapping my cock in their glorious fabric. As I step into them, and slide them up over my hairless thighs to my groin, I feel as though I am stepping into paradise. My erection throbs, and I fight the urge to jerk off, as I have done for the past four days (I want my load to be big and powerful for Richard). The g-string does a laughable job of covering my package, but that is the effect I desire.
Next I fasten a red lace corset around my waist, with its' elastic suspenders dangling idly against my thighs and ass. The lace clings tightly to my back and waist, giving me a slightly more feminine curve. Above this, I strap on a red lacy bra.
Next I get out my sheer red nylon thigh-high stockings with the floral lace tops. This is my favorite part. As their smoothness encases first my left foot, I begin to delicately roll them up, over my calf and knee to the middle of my thigh. As I roll on the right, my cock spasms violently and for a second I am afraid I am going to climax uncontrollably. I pause, catch my breath, and manage to slide the nylon all the way on. As I clip the front suspenders to the lace stocking-tops, I feel a tug in the corset around my waist, making the fabric rub deliciously against my skin. The back suspenders are a little trickier, but soon I have them streched nicely across my buttocks and clipped into place.
I then slip in a pair a breast forms I purchased soon after my first night in panties, and they pad out my chest nicely. I allow my hands to explore my 'breasts', delighted at the realism.
Over it all, I slip a short red cocktail dress, loving the quiet rustle as it slides over my bra and corset, before settling just below the tops of my stockings. I know that when I bend over for him, Richard will have full view of my stockings, panties and suspenders.
Next I slip my stocking-clad feet into a pair of red leather high heels. Looking at myself in the mirror, I love the way their angle accents my calves, and as I walk, the wriggle they impart to my ass. I then lightly make up my face, preferring a natural, understated look when it comes to cosmetics. The finishing touch to my outfit is the brunette wig I purchased along with the breast forms.
It is not yet time to leave though, so I parade myself infront of the mirror. I lounge lazily about my room, crawling on all fours, presenting my panty-clad ass to the mirror, spreading my legs, high-heeled shoes in the air, rubbing my tits through my dress, stroking my nylon-clad thighs, exploring every inch of my femininity, working through every lewd, seductive and submissive pose my dirty mind can conjure, the image of a sexy girl with a throbbing hard cock in her panties waiting to be fucked by her lover driving me wild. I barely control myself from grabbing my penis and wanking to orgasm, but it is finally time to go.
I call a cab and when it arrives I find myself checking out the driver out of habit. But we arrive at the Carlisle uneventfully.
Richard had given me his room number over the phone, so I proceed straight across the opulent lobby towards the elevators. A large bar sits in the middle of the ground floor, and as I saunter by I feel eyes upon me, and I love the sensation, of being watched, being desired. Gone are the days when I felt nervous about appearing in public as a woman, now I feel sexy and aroused. I am lucky I had tucked my erection into the elastic waistband of my g-string, otherwise a prominent bulge would be ballooning my dress out in front of me.
At the elevators, I reach out to press the up button, and as I do, I notice my hand trembling with anticipation. When the elevator arrives, I find I have butterflies in my stomach: I am excited and horny and thrilled all at once. I and several other business men file into the car, and the doors slide shut.
"Seventeen, please," I say aloud.
As the lift takes off, I feel a hand brush against the back of my thigh. An accident? No, the car is not that crowded. I smile to myself as I briefly toy with the notion of rubbing my ass back against that hand, having him take me his room, and then giving him the shock of his life when I grind my hard swollen cock into his him when he searches for my pussy. But no: for tonight at least I am taken.
I have managed to calm myself by the time I reach the seventeeth floor. I step off the lift, sorry to disappoint my mystery fondler, and stroll purposefully down the hallway to Richard's room. Without hesitation, I knock on the door.
Their is a brief moment in which I get a sinking feeling of terror, that this is all too good to be true. What if he gave me a false picture? What if he lied about himself? What if he is an asshole? What if...?
But my sinking feeling turns to delight when he opens the door and is even better looking than his picture.
"Hello," he says in his English accent, smiling.
"Hello, Richard" I reply, returning his smile.
I realise with a slight smile that he must have been just as worried about my credentials as I was about his when he says:
"You look even better than your picture."
"Thank you, so do you," I answer truthfully.
He invites me into his suite, and I am momentarily thrown by its opulence. I gaze across to the large king-size bed and my hungry asshole twitches with the hope that we will be putting it through it's paces shortly.
"Sit down, please," says Richard motioning to the large couch. "Can I offer you champagne?"
"I'd love one," I reply gratefully. My momentary attack of nerves had left my mouth somewhat dry, not the ideal state for what I hoped would follow.
We sit on the couch sipping our champagne, talking small talk, but my body is screaming out for sex. The tip of my cock oozes sticky pre-cum onto my belly, and my heart is pounding. I shift myself closer to him on the couch, our thighs pressing together. He looks me in the eyes. I am so hot I will probably shoot the minute he touches my cock.
"Would you like to dance?" Richard asks.
I smile and nod, and he goes to the big entertainment unit and turns it on. A slow jazz number issues from unseen speakers. He leads me by the hand to the centre of the room, and takes my hand in his, placing the other in the small of my back. I close my eyes as we dance, and soon Richard slides his hand down my back with a rustle to my ass. That is all I can stand, the days of starving myself from release proving to be my worst enemy: I cannot hold back. I grind my crotch into his thigh and come instantly, moaning in his ear. My erection twitches, and the skimpy g-string does nothing to hold back the flood of warm semen. Groaning and humping his leg, I feel a large wet patch spreading on the front of my dress, seeping into his trousers, and soon I feel the slow crawl of hot sperm dribbling down my left thigh over my stockings.
"Oh my," I say, mortified, but delightfully relieved. My balls had been starting to ache.
"I'm so sorry," I continue. "I'm terribly embarrassed."
"Don't worry," he says with a grin. "I'll help you clean up."
With that, he slides to his knees in front of me. My eyes drift shut in ecstacy as he caresses my left leg, trailing a finger up over my stocking, and under my dress. I shiver as he gathers up some sperm on his finger, and licks it off. Soon he pushes my dress up, and is nibbling my suspender elastic, licking my thighs, eating the sperm from my legs, and sucking it from the fabric of my stockings.
When my thigh is clean, I feel him sliding my g-string down around my upper thighs, and sucking the sperm from it's skimpy crotch. I am soon grinding myself against his face, urging him to stop teasing me and to suck my cock.
"Please. Suck my cock. I want it so bad. Suck me please," I beg.
The intolerable teasing is driving me crazy as Richard licks my balls. I feel him tonguing the smooth eggs dangling between my legs, flicking them playfully, setting them swaying in their smooth sack.
"Please suck my fucking cock Richard," I moan.
Finally he begins to tickle the cum slickened shaft of my limp penis with his tongue, licking up the sticky remnants of my messy premature ejaculation.
"Oh yes. Take it in your mouth, please..."
He gently pops my angry red cock head into his mouth and sucks it gently as though it were a lollipop. The blood rushes from my head to my crotch, and I know I will be hard again soon. As he slowly rolls his tongue in wet swirling circles about the ever-swelling tip of my penis, I feel him slide a hand up the inside of my right thigh, back past my balls between my legs towards the crack of my ass. I widen my stance to give his hand room to play, and wiggle my behind to try and catch a probing finger with my wrinkled anal opening.
"Slip a finger in me and get me ready for your cock," I sigh.
By now Richard has taken most of my semi-erect penis into his hot hungry mouth, and I am wondering if it can get any better. I realise it can as I feel him gently tickle my anal bud, coaxing me to open up and allow him in. I have no choice but to relax my sphincter and I almost cum again when I feel him gently insert his middle finger into my ass up to the third knuckle. By the time he begins to gradually slide it in and out, around and around, I am fully hard, and Richard's skilled mouth is sliding deftly back and forth across it's veiny surface, which is slick with his saliva.
Over and over I can feel him drawing his lips along its length, each time going deeper and deeper until I feel my cock head press against the back of his throat. His finger in my backside is exploring, probing, massaging the hot interior walls of my anus, making me gasp, filling me delightfully. I unconsciously undulate my hips, fucking his face, guiding his finger to the more pleasurable spots inside me, rubbing my hot interior against him. My hands have wandered to my breasts, squeezing them, enjoying their resistance, their weight in my palms.
Finally I can take no more.
"Fuck me... Fuck me hard, Richard," I beg.
He lets my glistening erection slide from his mouth, gives the head and shaft one final lick, and then stands up. He leads me by the hand to the big bed, and throws the cover back revealing white silk sheets. I sit down on the bed, and wriggle into the middle, loving the sensation of the silk rubbing against my ass through dress.
"I want to feel your hard cock inside me," I moan.
"And I want to give it to you," Richard replies lustily.
I respond by laying back and indiscreetly pulling my dress up around my waist to allow him passage to my nether regions. I spread my legs wide, knees up over my chest, and slide a hand between them, rubbing my aching balls. Richard is unzipping, and soon he has freed his penis, his pants and shoes deposited on the floor, forgotten. He kneels on the bed and manouvres himself into position.
My asshole flares open as I relax my ass muscles when Richard pulls the cord of my g-string aside. He sucks his finger, moistening it, and I feel him thoughtfully smearing the saliva around my cavernous anal opening, getting me slick. Then, taking his thick erection in hand, he leans into me. I feel the bulbous swollen head fit neatly against my open, gaping hole, and then comes the joyous pressure as he begins to penetrate me. My ass easily swallows his shiny plum coloured cockhead, and soon I feel the turgid flesh of his shaft sliding into me, forcing the air from my lungs, making me moan and gasp, until his balls are against me, his full length engulfed by my anal canal, filling the emptiness inside me.
As he begins his long backward stroke, I feel his engorged member sliding inside me, pleasuring me in the most intimate way. I am lost in delight at the feeling of once more having a hot, hard, throbbing, living penis deep in my secret passage. I moan in pleasure at the intense pressure as he once again slowly thrusts in, sinking his cock head back into my darkest recesses, as his thick column of hot flesh slides past the cord of my red g-string.
"Oh yes," I groan as he begins to draw out.
"Oh fuck," I moan as he plunges back in.
I feel him take hold of my stocking clad ankles and place my high heeled feet on his shoulders, as he senses I am acclimated to his intruding cock, and steps up the pace accordingly. I begin to moan encouragement to my lover.
"Yeah... Oh... Fuck me... Ah... Shit... It's so good... Mmmm... Yeah..."
Richard has a look of determination on his face as he notices I have gone limp from the effort of accepting his penetration, and obligingly reaches down to rub my balls and fondle my cock in order to rekindle my hard-on. His other hand has found my right breast and is rhythmically squeezing in time with his fucking, which has assumed a good steady rhythm, incessantly pumping my prostate, driving me crazy, pushing me inexorably towards orgasm.
I am in my element now: on my back, legs spread, in hot lingerie, with a cock in my ass. As Richard fills me over and over with his stiff prick I feel as though all my Christmases have come at once. The indescribable sensations of having a hot penis sliding deliciously in and out of my rear end, feeling my partner's every heartbeat forcing boiling blood through it's turgid length drives me wild, and I beg him to go faster.
The pleasure of each and every stroke blurs, heightening my arousal, forcing my cock to swell to an almost uncomfortable hardness. I can feel the waves of pleasure growing stronger, overlapping, reinforcing, making me hotter and hotter, my groans loader and more desparerate. I beg him to go faster.
Richard understands my onrushing climax and speeds up. Soon my halting cries have merged into a continuous moaning wail of pre-orgasmic ecstacy. If I have my senses I would be worried about the soundproofing of the hotel walls, but as it is, every corner of my mind is focused on the delirious glowing sensation growing between my legs, as my cock swells in anticipation beneath Richard's wanking hand, my balls twitching and drawing themselves up in readiness.
"Oh fuck... I'm gonna cum..." I manage to cry.
With that, Richards pounding cock drives me over the edge, and my swollen prick erupts at his touch, spewing a large geyser of cum into the air, over his masturbating hand, and over my nice dress, a second stain to match my previous accident while we were dancing. My twitching asshole ripples around his pistoning penis, clenching and unclenching involuntarily as wave after wave of climatic pleasure forces more and more jets of sizzling cum from the turgid tip of my flaming cock, almost making me weep with the pleasure of the explosive release. Even as the orgasm subsides and fades, Richard continues to pummel my anal cavity with an almost reckless disregard for my comfort. I beg him for more.
"Fuck... You made me cum so hard... You think you can do it again fag? C'mon... Yeah... Fuck me harder..."
I struggle to maintain a grip on sanity in the face of being pinned to the silk sheets and ravaged by a fucking machine who continues to drill his battering-ram cock up into my anus with nary a thought for the fact that my precious prostate had just been squeezed into one of the most violent eruptions I have ever experienced. That the copious puddles of cum soaking into my red dress are the product of my second orgasm of the night is testament to the power of the climax that just wracked my body and caused my balls to convulsively empty themselves over my body. But I am not about to let him know he is giving me the fuck of my life without a fight.
"That the best you can do? Oooh... Fuck... Uhh... Harder... I want it harder... Please..."
"You want it harder?" grunts Richard lustily. "Then get on your knees, bitch."
Without skipping a beat, I disentagle my stocking-clad legs from his shoulders, pivot around and am on all fours in the center of the bed. Soon Richard resumes fucking me with a renewed intensity. My flaccid, drained cock and balls are slapping back and forth against my stomach, jiggling in a wild dance as I impale my clenching anus on Richard's masculine spike in a fucking frenzy. Richard has me by my corseted waist, his own balls spanking me as he spears his burning erection into my bowels over and over.
His cock in my backside is rubbing my anal canal at a new angle, and after several minutes I am amazed to find myself growing erect again, my flailing cock swelling, engorging with lust beneath me, until I feel it pointing up along my belly. I reach down to stroke it, and I am almost sent head first into the bedhead as Richard's hips slap against my ass cheeks, catching me off balance. I steady myself by supporting my weight with my spare hand against the ornately carved head board, bracing myself against his penile assault on my tender anus.
"Oh god... That feels so good... Fuck yeah..." I grunt.
"Mmm... Your ass is so hot... I love it..." replies Richard hotly.
For how long Richard drills his hard cock home, I am unsure. Over and over he forces his hot penis into my well-fucked ass. I am lost in delight, our groans and lust-filled enthusiams spurring each other on. I don't know how much I can take, I try everything to bring him off. I clench at his cock with my ass muscles, rippling them, teasing his shaft with my sphincter, but he is impervious. What I do manage to do though is work myself to a third orgasm. I almost pass out as my dizzy head struggles to comprehend the onrush of my climax, I am tired, drained, spent and sore. But I am delirious now with my heightened state of arousal. I feel a shudder pass through my body, my ass contracts around his cock, and my own organ issues forth a third creamy flood of white-hot sperm, splattering onto the silk sheets.
My body fails me, and I collapse into my own sticky mess, face down in the pillows. Luckily it is only a minute or so later that I finally feel Richards pace slow, before he bellows and instinctively buries himself as far in me as he can, his throbbing member spurting hot spunk into my abused ass. Jet after jet of the sticky fluid gushes into me, filling me, soothing my steaming tunnel, and I am grateful for his gift.
Richard collapses against my back, his cock still buried in my cum-filled ass, and I feel his heaving chest as he catches his breath. As his cock withers, my overheated anus slowly expels it, and I can finally stop concentrating on keeping my ass open and receptive.
When he finally rolls off my back I sigh into the pillows:
"That was unbelievable. When can I see you again?"
"Friday night," replies Richard.
"But you're leaving Saturday," I say, unable to hide my disappointment.
"I know. But we still have all night."
"I guess."
We lie there a moment before Richard speaks again.
"I was wondering. Could you wear something for me next time? I brought it especially."
"Sure," I say, happy to oblige.
He clambers off the bed and goes to his pile of bags in the corner, and picks one up.
"Try it on this week, and wear it Friday."
I stand up, feeling his cum leaking from my ass.
How I manage to get home in my state, I am unsure. I vaguely remember the doorman at the hotel hailing me a cab. He is professional, never giving me a second glance, or maybe he is just used to seeing cross-dressers leaving the hotel with wigs askew, cum dribbling down their legs, and stains all over their dresses.
Upon arriving home I immediately open Richard's bag, and grin when I see it's contents.
Inside the bag is a white nurses' costume.
In the days to come I do as Richard told me and try on my new outfit with all the wide eyed innocence of a little girl playing with her mother's makeup.
The costume is slightly too small, but that suits my needs fine. The tiny white miniskirt reveals the tops of my sheer white satin stockings, held in place by a white satin suspender belt.
The white blouse, with its big buttons, conforms nicely to my padded chest, the forms held in place by one of my strapless white satin bras. The costume has a pair of white high heels, but I find them a little too small, so substitute for them with a pair of my own. I decide to wear no panties this time, like the naughty slut that I am. I love the feeling of my cock dangling free beneath my tight dress as I walk. There is also a cute white cotton hat that contrasts nicely with my dark brunette hairpiece.
I find myself outside Richards door on Friday night, a long black fur coat hiding my costume. I knock, but there is no answer. Is he to make me wait more? The past few days have been intolerable. I found myself completely unable to concentrate on anything, my mind drifting between savouring the memory of the incredible dicking I had just recieved, and fantasizing about what will happen in my naughty nurse uniform.
I knock again, but still get no reply. I decide to try the handle, and find it unlocked.
"Hello," I call, stepping into the suite, but there is no reply and the lights are switched off.
Closing the door behind me, I fumble for the switch, throwing the room into blinding light. I immediately see Richard is already in bed, and I smile to myself, shrugging off my fur and draping it over the back of a chair. As I stroll towards the bed, I feel myself growing erect already, wanting nothing more than to fulfil Richard's fantasy to the utmost of my ability. By the time I realise Richard is asleep, the bulge of my erection is prominently visible against my left leg through the tight, hip-hugging, white mini.
I hesitate at the bed, unsure whether he is honestly asleep or if it is all part of the game. In the end, I decide that either way, I will do my best to maintain the act.
I reach over and grab Richard by the shoulder, shaking him firmly.
"Wake up, sleepy-head," I say. "Wake up."
He comes groggily awake.
"What time is it?"
"Time for your bath," I say, pulling the blankets back. He is wearing dark blue cotton pyjamas.
"How do you feel today, Richard?" I ask.
"Oh, better than yesterday, Nurse," he says.
I find myself slipping into the role easier than I imagined, and what is more, I am enjoying it.
"That's good," I answer. "Can you walk to the bathroom today?"
Richard nods and slowly sits up. I almost believe he is sick, he has so immersed himself in the game. I take him by the hand and lead him slowly to the room's ensuite.
"Let's get these clothes off, shall we?"
Richard nods, and I unbutton his pyjama shirt, sliding it off his shoulders and dumping it unceremoniously on the floor.
"And the pants," I say firmly, taking them by the ankles and pulling them down around this ankles. It brings me face to face with his floppy penis. It looks so tasty, so masculine, so beautiful in its' dark nest of fur it is all I can do to resist the urge to suck it into my mouth and give it the attention it deserves. My own cock throbs almost painfully beneath my skirt.
"Into the tub," I say, taking him by the hand and helping him in. Richard sits down, leaning against the side of the large spa bath, which could easily sit four people. I climb in after him, my heels clanking on the metal surface.
"Let's get you clean, shall we?" I breathe. I am trembling with excitement and lust as I pull my white skirt up around my waist and squat down over him. I notice his penis stir and begin to grow as Richard realises what is hapenning. I point my cock at his hairy, muscular chest and begin to urinate. It is always harder peeing erect: it only comes in a trickle at first, dripping down over Richards cock and balls, dribbling into his pubic hair, but soon the pressure builds, and I have a golden fountain splashing onto his chest, running down over his stomach and soaking his rapidly expanding genitals.
I am so turned on I am shaking uncontrollably, my heels tapping out a wild, rapid rhythm on the bathtub floor. I steady myself with my spare hand on the edge as I direct my stream over his neck and shoulders. In my excitement I can't help but get a little on my skirt and stockings. A moan escapes his lips as he reaches down and begins to masturbate his drenched cock, while revelling in my warm shower.
Soon my fountain dies away and I find myself jerking my own hard member, rubbing it against my patient's urine-soaked chest, getting it wet and slick, until it glistens in the light. I force myself to stop, telling myself that there is more fun to be had here.
"There you go," I say straightening up, and smoothing out my slightly damp skirt, tucking my now wet erection back against my leg. "Isn't that much better?"
"Yes, thank you, nurse," says Richard, barely able to control the lust in his voice, his hand slurping as it slides up and down his pee-coated pole.
"Now stop that," I say sternly, slapping his hand away from his hard, wet cock. "I need to collect a sample from you now."
"Of course, Nurse. Sorry," says Richard, sounding like a child scolded. I take him by the hand and help him to his feet. Still standing in the tub, I turn my back to him and bend over, the white miniskirt pulling up, exposing my naked rear end, while I support my weight on the edge of the tub.
"Now don't get stage fright," I say gently as I sense Richard taking aim. I shut my eyes in delightful anticipation, and soon after feel the hot splash of his piss across my lower back. He takes his time, getting me fully wet, his warm urine soaking into my clothes. When I feel his stream soak my buttocks and wash my ass crack, splashing over my pucker, I let a small moan escape my lips. Richard's pee drenches me, running down my buttocks and legs, seeping through my stockings, pooling in my white high-heels, dripping into the tub and running away down the plug hole.
I feel so content. This hot man is pissing on me, marking his territory, making me his, debasing me in the most intimate way. With his urine dripping from me, no barriers stand between us, our lust for each other exposed completely. At this thought, a strangled cry escapes my lips, and I find my penis twitching, ejaculating messily over the inside of my skirt.
"That's a good boy," I moan as my pulsing cock coats the nurse skirt with squirt after squirt of thick, ropey jism while Richard's urine splashes over my ass.
All too soon I feel Richard finish, and I instantly miss the warm, gentle tickling of his stream striking my body. I am busy savouring the sensation of his hot pee dribbling all over my stocking clad legs, when I feel his penis probing my ass crack, seeking entrance. I want him in me so bad, but I also want this to last, so I stand up, denying him access to my sex.
"Now just what do you think you're doing?" I say playfully. "I'm a nurse and I have a job to do. I need to check your prostate."
"Yes, Nurse. Sorry, Nurse," says Richard.
"Now turn around and bend over."
Richard does as he is told, standing with legs slightly apart, hands on the edge of the bath. I briefly let my hands run over his naked, wet ass cheeks, before slipping a hand into the cleft between his buttocks. My middle finger slides over the tight opening to his asshole, massaging it, getting it pee-slick, easing it open. Soon I have gradually eased in my fingertip, and Richard is moaning, reaching back and rubbing his own dripping dick.
Sensing little resistance, I proceed to slide my finger in deeper. Richard moans loader, so I soon slip it all the way in. I begin to slide it back and forth, slowly yet deeply, all the while slowly making slow circular motions to loosen his asshole.
"Mmmm... Thankyou, Nurse," sighs Richard as I gently massage his insides, seeking the spots which make him gasp. Soon he is sliding his ass back and forth on my probing finger like a seasoned bottom, and I feel his muscles slowly relaxing, rippling and accepting my intruding digit. His hand on his cock catches my rhythm and begins to stroke in time. My own spare hand wanders to my penis and begins to rub it, fondling my balls, coaxing it hard again. Faced with the sight of a grown man soaked in pee submitting to my will, it doesn't take long.
Removing my finger, I hitch my skirt up around my waist, and aim my cock at Richard's asshole, pressing the shiny, tumescent, purple head at the wrinkled mouth. Not waiting for a sign, I lean against his back, feeling my penis puncture the tight muscle ring of his sphincter, and break into the hot, clenching cave of pleasure behind. My piss slickened cock meets little resistance, and I find myself wondering if this man is really the top he claims top be. And as I slide deeper into his rectum, I wonder am I really the bottom I claim to be?
"Oh Nurse... Yes..." moans Richard as I draw my hips back now, sliding my erect rod back out along the hot tunnel it had just so pleasurably penetrated. I find myself moaning too. It is all too much for my dirty mind. Here I am, wearing a nurse's uniform, soaked in piss, fucking a hung Englishman up the ass.
I soon find myself stuffing my thick prick up his backside with a viciousness that shocks me. The groans and grunts and obscenities that issue from our foul mouths echo about the bathroom, filling my ears. Again and again I shove myself as deep into my lover as I can, feeling his hot bowel walls engulfing and rubbing my slick shaft. That Richard will allow my girly prick to violate his manly ass over and over turns me on in a way I had never imagined. I want to give him the same pleasure I know I derive from having a man's hot dick inside me.
"More, nurse.... More..." cries Richard as his ass is pounded.
I try to respond to his calls, but I am at the limit of my abilities, driving my spike into his yielding anus with a jackhammer-like ferocity, a single-minded desire born of the need to bring myself to a crashing orgasm by stimulating my penis in the deepest folds of his bowels.
I feel the distant rumblings of a climax come surging through my groin, radiating outward, making my asshole twitch hungrily as my primal grunts reach an alarming crescendo, before the explosion racks my body. I tear my pulsing penis from his backside, and with a cry of "I'm cumming," proceed to wank myself over his back, feeling the incredible relief of pressure as I shoot several gobs of gooey spunk over his ass cheeks and back.
Before my orgasm has even subsided, Richard has flung me over and penetrated me with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. But I don't care. Despite having just orgasmed, my ass is hungry, hungry for that sensation that can only come from having a man shove the hot, hard symbol of his lust for me into my wanton anus. I feel him filling my ass with his hot meat, and I am eager and willing to give up my most private orifice for his personal pleasure.
As he takes hold of my hips and begins to fuck, I am again reminded of a sledgehammer, the way his powerful thrusts shift me back and forth. I am amazed I can keep a grip on the ground, considering I am standing bent over in a pee-soaked bathtub wearing high- heels.
"Oh yes... Fill me with your cock," I beg as the relentless pounding of my ass continues, and the wet, slapping, sounds of our peed-on bodies colliding echo about the ensuite. The feeling of his hot man-cock pentrating my feminized ass fills me with contentment, and I feel as though I could quite happily die as long as Richard's hard column was ramming my ass when the moment came. I beg him for more, shifiting my high-heeled feet to get a better grip on the ground, spreading them wider to better feel the sensation of his stiff penis burrowing home over and over into my eager ass, filling my canal with it's glorious fleshy heat.
"Harder!" I moan, and soon my breath is coming in ragged gasps as Richard steps it up a gear, slamming that cock I so crave into me with a dogged determination to fill my anal cavity to capacity with every stroke. I can feel every inch of his hot flesh stroking back and forth inside my ass with a clarity that seems overwhelming. Each throb, each thrust, each twitch of his swollen penis pushes me inexorably towards a third orgasm, and I cry out in delight.
"Oh shit," I gasp as I am enveloped in a wave of climatic pleasure. My poor abused prostate issues forth a meagre load of sperm through my semi-hard, dangling penis, wracking my ass with convulsions, my muscles contracting around Richard's thrusting cock rhythmically. My seed splatters into the tub between my feet, mixing with the yellow puddles of piss.
My climaxing anus drives Richard over the edge, and he cries out orgasmically. I slide myself from his erection and sink to my knees before him, offering my face as a receptacle for his tasty gift. I sigh in delight as his first spurt splashes across my forehead and into my hair. The warm flood continues, splattering over my face, into my mouth, giving me the best make-over a girl could ever have. When he is done milking himself over me, I can't help but take his rapidly deflating penis in my mouth and coax the last drops from the tip, as his load on my face begins it's slow journey downward, leaving thick ropes of warm cum hanging from my chin, oozing rivers of it on my neck.
We both then collapse into the tub, wallowing in our own juices, totally spent. I strip off my soaked clothes, and turn on the taps, and we bathe together. As we soap each other down, I find my hand lingering over Richard's flaccid cock.
"Don't even think about it, Nurse," he says with a groan that is more fatigue than pleasure.
When it finally comes time to leave, I find it hard to hide my disappointment.
"Will you ever be in town again?" I ask.
"I come to this conference every year," he says.
"A year!" I cry. A whole year?
I guess it's my turn to be patient.
THE END