Hi readers. I’m Sarah, married to Ted (TedsTales), who has written many tales of our sexual exploits and fantasies and he allows me to use his profile to write some stories of my own, which are generally about my sexual activity before we met and also some of my own private fantasy. Ted and I didn’t get married until we were almost forty and both accepted we each had a past. We are very adventurous sexually and it became clear we wanted the same things so it made no sense to hide our past and we often enjoy sharing past experiences. This story is set way back when I was an eighteen year old student nurse, some forty years ago. ENJOY!!X
I was now well into my nursing training and loving it however, nursing wasn’t the best paid occupation so I was always looking for ways to save and also earn a little extra cash. Luckily for me my Matron, Sandra, basically the person in charge of me, was also a friend of my mum and as I always had excellent reports I was well and truly in her good books, something I was glad about as Sandra was a large built 50 year old spinster who used to put the fear of god into pretty much anyone with just a look. Sandra had taken me under her wing and given me some extra work with the agency she ran, along with several of her colleagues which provided home nursing care to, mainly elderly, people who either had long term health conditions or were in rehab following surgery.
One of the elderly men I had helped care for was Stanley, a man in his sixties who suffered with arthritis which affected some of his joints, particularly his hands, making some everyday tasks difficult. Sadly, Stanley had lost his wife earlier that year and had found things difficult and had employed the services of Sandra’s agency. One of the other issues with Stanley was that he also missed female contact and had often been a little too flirty with a couple of the staff. Unfortunately his wife had been very good friends with Sandra and when she had found out how ill she was Sandra had promised that Stanley would be taken care of. When Sandra had tasked me with attending to Stanley she had warned me about his behaviour but also told me that he was harmless and as an added bonus a good tipper, so on top of the extra wages I would also be getting tax free tips.
For the few weeks I had been attending to Stanley he was very charming and often very complementary towards me regarding both my work and also my looks. Although I was flattered I figured most eighteen year old girls would look attractive to a sixty something single man and laughed off his comments. Besides, back then I didn’t really consider myself particularly attractive. I was tall, five feet eight, and very slim with skinny arms and legs. As for my breasts, I could have probably squeezed them into an A cup bra even though I wore a B cup bra, both for comfort and also in the hope I would soon fill it.
Despite my laughing off Stanley’s comments her persisted and in fact they began to get a little more frisky and really a little more than I was now comfortable in putting up with but he paid very well and I decided to stick with it for the time being. Then one day when I was bathing him things changed considerably. Stanley asked me if I had a boyfriend, which I did, and when I told him so he asked me how long I had been seeing him. I told Stanley I had been seeing him for about six months and Stanley asked me if we regularly had sex. I was a little embarrassed but tried to hide it as I told him it wasn’t really any of his business but confirming my boyfriend and I did have sex.
Stanley possibly took the fact that I didn’t put a stop to the conversation as a sign that it didn’t bother me and pushed on, although his next question made my jaw drop. “Has he got a big cock?” Stanley asked me.
“None of your dammed business!” I blurted back as I could feel my face reddening.
“Calm down.” said Stanley. “I only asked as I know you like a big cock. You can’t seem to take your eyes off mine.” he said as he grabbed his own cock with his crooked fingers and gave it a shake.
“What? No!”I stammered back at him. My voice quivering and my face blushing so much I could feel it burning. As Stanley continued to waggle his cock I couldn’t help but stare. It seemed to be growing before my eyes. It was true, I had cast an eye over Stanley’s cock on the occasions when I had seen it but hadn’t even considered I was staring at it. Perhaps he was right. Maybe I had been and he had finally noticed. It was true that his cock was indeed very big. Much bigger and longer than any other cock I had ever seen. Being a nurse I had seen quite a lot and I certainly hadn’t see a cock as big as his on anyone I had nursed or indeed any of the half a dozen boys I had dated.
I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I hadn’t intentionally looked at it.” I whimpered.
“Oh it’s OK” replied Stanley. “Here, you can have a feel of it if you like. See what it looks like fully inflated.
As Stanley spoke I stared at his ever growing shaft. I could feel my heart beating and my mouth salivating. I felt like I suddenly had an out of body experience as I watched my hand move towards it, unable to stop myself despite telling myself in my head I didn’t want to. I heard myself let out a gasp as my trembling hand curled around the base of Stanley’s cock and I heard Stanley let out an even louder gasp and groan as he lay back. “Oh yeah. You naughty little nurse. Stroke that big cock baby.” Stanley moaned at me.
Before I knew what I was doing my hand was rubbing up and down the full length of Stanley’s shaft. The warm soapy water of the bath seemed to make make my hand glide effortlessly over his shaft and I could feel all the ridged veins as they throbbed. The blood surging into his shaft made it swell and harden and within a minute his cock was fully hard and I stared open mouthed at the ten thick inches of throbbing cock before me, the big head turning purple as the blood pumped into it.
“Oooooohhhhh! God! Yeah baby. That’s real good. Pump it. Milk my fuckin shaft.” Stanley growled.
His words spurred me on. I had now put all thoughts of how wrong all this was and my mind focussed on pumping his big cock. I stared at his piss hole, dribbling pre cum as it widened. My mouth salivated even more as I licked my lips, hoping his cum would soon gush from the end of that magnificent cock. I briefly looked at Stanley. HIs eyes were shut and his head was rolling from side to side as he groaned and panted heavily.
Minutes later I felt Stanley’s cock begin to pulse and as I looked back at it the cum erupted from the tip, like lava spewing from a volcano. There seemed so much, much more than any boyfriend I’d had ever shot. The first couple of spurts squirted into the air before landing on Stanley’s tummy, then the spurts turned into an oozing river, flowing down his shaft and over my fingers, all warm and sticky. I continued to pump Stanley’s cock until it finally began to soften and Stanley let out a huge sigh as he opened his eyes, smiled and sat up. “Wow, what a good little nurse you are!” He said with a chuckle.
I was unable to speak, I quickly cleaned up the cum from my hand and Stanley’s body and cock before helping him finish bathing. I helped him out of the bath in silence. Got him towelled off and dressed, hardly wanting to look at him. I felt ashamed and needed to get out of there as fast as I could. Stanley kept smiling at me as I helped him dress but he didn’t speak. He realised I was feeling awkward. As I got ready to leave he held out his hand. “Here! You've earned this!” he said as he pushed a few notes of cash into my hand. I didn’t want to take it. It made me feel like a hooker but he was insistent. As I left Stanley shouted. “I can’t wait for your next visit!”
HIs words rang in my ear as I drove home trying to compose myself.
To be continued……..
I was now well into my nursing training and loving it however, nursing wasn’t the best paid occupation so I was always looking for ways to save and also earn a little extra cash. Luckily for me my Matron, Sandra, basically the person in charge of me, was also a friend of my mum and as I always had excellent reports I was well and truly in her good books, something I was glad about as Sandra was a large built 50 year old spinster who used to put the fear of god into pretty much anyone with just a look. Sandra had taken me under her wing and given me some extra work with the agency she ran, along with several of her colleagues which provided home nursing care to, mainly elderly, people who either had long term health conditions or were in rehab following surgery.
One of the elderly men I had helped care for was Stanley, a man in his sixties who suffered with arthritis which affected some of his joints, particularly his hands, making some everyday tasks difficult. Sadly, Stanley had lost his wife earlier that year and had found things difficult and had employed the services of Sandra’s agency. One of the other issues with Stanley was that he also missed female contact and had often been a little too flirty with a couple of the staff. Unfortunately his wife had been very good friends with Sandra and when she had found out how ill she was Sandra had promised that Stanley would be taken care of. When Sandra had tasked me with attending to Stanley she had warned me about his behaviour but also told me that he was harmless and as an added bonus a good tipper, so on top of the extra wages I would also be getting tax free tips.
For the few weeks I had been attending to Stanley he was very charming and often very complementary towards me regarding both my work and also my looks. Although I was flattered I figured most eighteen year old girls would look attractive to a sixty something single man and laughed off his comments. Besides, back then I didn’t really consider myself particularly attractive. I was tall, five feet eight, and very slim with skinny arms and legs. As for my breasts, I could have probably squeezed them into an A cup bra even though I wore a B cup bra, both for comfort and also in the hope I would soon fill it.
Despite my laughing off Stanley’s comments her persisted and in fact they began to get a little more frisky and really a little more than I was now comfortable in putting up with but he paid very well and I decided to stick with it for the time being. Then one day when I was bathing him things changed considerably. Stanley asked me if I had a boyfriend, which I did, and when I told him so he asked me how long I had been seeing him. I told Stanley I had been seeing him for about six months and Stanley asked me if we regularly had sex. I was a little embarrassed but tried to hide it as I told him it wasn’t really any of his business but confirming my boyfriend and I did have sex.
Stanley possibly took the fact that I didn’t put a stop to the conversation as a sign that it didn’t bother me and pushed on, although his next question made my jaw drop. “Has he got a big cock?” Stanley asked me.
“None of your dammed business!” I blurted back as I could feel my face reddening.
“Calm down.” said Stanley. “I only asked as I know you like a big cock. You can’t seem to take your eyes off mine.” he said as he grabbed his own cock with his crooked fingers and gave it a shake.
“What? No!”I stammered back at him. My voice quivering and my face blushing so much I could feel it burning. As Stanley continued to waggle his cock I couldn’t help but stare. It seemed to be growing before my eyes. It was true, I had cast an eye over Stanley’s cock on the occasions when I had seen it but hadn’t even considered I was staring at it. Perhaps he was right. Maybe I had been and he had finally noticed. It was true that his cock was indeed very big. Much bigger and longer than any other cock I had ever seen. Being a nurse I had seen quite a lot and I certainly hadn’t see a cock as big as his on anyone I had nursed or indeed any of the half a dozen boys I had dated.
I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I hadn’t intentionally looked at it.” I whimpered.
“Oh it’s OK” replied Stanley. “Here, you can have a feel of it if you like. See what it looks like fully inflated.
As Stanley spoke I stared at his ever growing shaft. I could feel my heart beating and my mouth salivating. I felt like I suddenly had an out of body experience as I watched my hand move towards it, unable to stop myself despite telling myself in my head I didn’t want to. I heard myself let out a gasp as my trembling hand curled around the base of Stanley’s cock and I heard Stanley let out an even louder gasp and groan as he lay back. “Oh yeah. You naughty little nurse. Stroke that big cock baby.” Stanley moaned at me.
Before I knew what I was doing my hand was rubbing up and down the full length of Stanley’s shaft. The warm soapy water of the bath seemed to make make my hand glide effortlessly over his shaft and I could feel all the ridged veins as they throbbed. The blood surging into his shaft made it swell and harden and within a minute his cock was fully hard and I stared open mouthed at the ten thick inches of throbbing cock before me, the big head turning purple as the blood pumped into it.
“Oooooohhhhh! God! Yeah baby. That’s real good. Pump it. Milk my fuckin shaft.” Stanley growled.
His words spurred me on. I had now put all thoughts of how wrong all this was and my mind focussed on pumping his big cock. I stared at his piss hole, dribbling pre cum as it widened. My mouth salivated even more as I licked my lips, hoping his cum would soon gush from the end of that magnificent cock. I briefly looked at Stanley. HIs eyes were shut and his head was rolling from side to side as he groaned and panted heavily.
Minutes later I felt Stanley’s cock begin to pulse and as I looked back at it the cum erupted from the tip, like lava spewing from a volcano. There seemed so much, much more than any boyfriend I’d had ever shot. The first couple of spurts squirted into the air before landing on Stanley’s tummy, then the spurts turned into an oozing river, flowing down his shaft and over my fingers, all warm and sticky. I continued to pump Stanley’s cock until it finally began to soften and Stanley let out a huge sigh as he opened his eyes, smiled and sat up. “Wow, what a good little nurse you are!” He said with a chuckle.
I was unable to speak, I quickly cleaned up the cum from my hand and Stanley’s body and cock before helping him finish bathing. I helped him out of the bath in silence. Got him towelled off and dressed, hardly wanting to look at him. I felt ashamed and needed to get out of there as fast as I could. Stanley kept smiling at me as I helped him dress but he didn’t speak. He realised I was feeling awkward. As I got ready to leave he held out his hand. “Here! You've earned this!” he said as he pushed a few notes of cash into my hand. I didn’t want to take it. It made me feel like a hooker but he was insistent. As I left Stanley shouted. “I can’t wait for your next visit!”
HIs words rang in my ear as I drove home trying to compose myself.
To be continued……..
- Next: Ch. 02
