Ch. 03
The following day was soon upon me, and I was thinking a little differently than I felt as I drifted off to sleep the evening before. However, I decided to stick with my plan and see how things developed. I didn’t have to work at the hospital, so I could see Stanley at any time. I called him and told him I would be at his house at 1 p.m. sharp. Appointments were arranged, and I showered and dressed. It was a warm day, so I decided that, as Stanley had commented about my clothing on a previous visit, I would wear it today. As it was warm, I decided not to wear any underwear, although I packed a pair of pants in my bag, and once all dressed, I headed off to Stanley’s house.
I paused when I got to the door and took a deep breath. Was I ready to go through with my plan? I had already crossed the line and cheapened myself by sucking Stanley’s cock on demand, so I thought I might as well at least have some control over the situation. I let myself in and called out to Stanley. He was in the kitchen, doing his best to clean up a couple of meals worth of dishes. I told him to sit, and I’d take care of it. Stanley sat down and once again commented on my nurse's uniform, telling me it really turned him on.
I had to chuckle to myself as that was my general plan when I decided to wear it, and now that I knew Stanley was already being rather forthcoming with his sexual feelings, I decided not to waste any time in continuing with my plan. I started tidying up, making sure I moved slowly and suggestively. I commented on how warm it was and undid the top couple of fasteners on my uniform before I “accidentally” spilled some milk on the floor when I moved a breakfast bowl from the table. “Ooops!” I said, looking at Stanley with a seductive look. “I’d best get down and clean up, hadn’t I?”
I was aware of Stanley’s eyes following me as I lifted the hem of my uniform and squatted down on the floor to begin wiping up the spilled milk, and I made sure that as I moved back and forth, Stanley got a very good view of my thighs and down my very small cleavage. I kept glancing up at Stanley, and I could see he was fidgeting in his chair, so I continued teasing him. Finally, Stanley cracked, and I could see he was now stroking his cock through his sweatpants. My lips began to salivate at the thought of Stanley’s big cock throbbing underneath his pants, desperate to be released. “Are you turned on, Stanley? Do you want me to suck you?” I asked seductively.
Stanley almost began to quiver with excitement as he frantically nodded his head and pulled his sweat pants and underwear down, allowing his big, hard cock to spring free and stand proud like a pole pointing to the sky. I shuffled forward, popping the rest of my metal fasteners as I did so, until I was kneeling between Stanley’s legs. I looked up at Stanley, smiling, as I reached my hand out and curled my fingers around his thick, throbbing shaft. I felt it pulse as I began to stroke it, and I massaged Stanley’s balls as I played with his cock. It was only a moment or so before the first bead of pre-combine dribbled from Stanley’s piss hole.
I crooned with delight as I saw it trickle down Stanley’s shaft, and just before the next bead came out, I wrapped my lips around Stanley’s cock head. "Mmmmnn,” I moaned as the next big trickle of pre-cum oozed from Stanley’s piss hole and coated my tongue. I circled Stanley’s cock head with my tongue as I pumped his shaft and squeezed his balls. His pre-cum was now flowing like a small stream, tasting sweet as it ran over my tongue and trickled down my throat. Stanley was already breathing hard, and I didn’t think he could hold on much longer, but I’d swallowed his load twice before, and I had other plans for that big cock of his.
I’d never had a big cock; even my dildo was nowhere near as big as Stanley’s cock. I’d heard some of my girlfriends chat about the pleasures and pitfalls of having a huge cock, and now that I had the opportunity, I decided I wanted to find out for myself. I stood up, much to Stanley’s initial dismay, and shed my uniform, so I was now standing naked in front of Stanley. I looked down at him, sitting in his chair, his big cock pointing upwards, all shiny and sticky from his pre-cough and my saliva. I rubbed my pussy; I was soaking. “I want you to fuck me, Stanley. It’s OK; I’m on birth control.” I said it in a seductive voice.
Stanley looked like a cat that had gotten the cream, as a big grin appeared on his face. Stanley’s smile soon disappeared, and he looked a little concerned. He then told me that he couldn’t fuck me the normal way as his arthritis affected his elbows and shoulders, so he couldn’t bear any weight on them, but he was happy for me to go on top. I felt a little miffed. "No, Stanley, I want you to fuck me. I’ll bend over your kitchen table, and you can do it there.” I told him rather sternly, which shocked him and made me chuckle inside. I didn’t wait for Stanley to answer or comment before I sprang around and bent forward over his kitchen table, presenting my bottom and, more importantly, my pussycat to Stanley. “Come on, Stanley! Fuck me now!” I called out.
Although I was eager for Stanley to fuck me, I did feel a little apprehensive as I hadn’t had a cock anywhere near as big as his, and a couple of the ones I’d had previously felt a little tight, but I’d made the leap and now couldn’t wait. A minute or so later, I felt Stanley’s cold hand on my buttocks, and then he was rubbing his big cock head against the slit of my pussycat, getting everything wet and sticky. Stanley pushed his cock head between my pussy lips a little deeper, and I could feel he was lined up with my little love tunnel. "Oh, god, Stanley! Please go slowly and gently. I’ve never had a big one.” I pleaded before taking a few deep breaths and bracing myself for what was to come.
Stanley began to nudge his cock into me, going slowly and pulling back every so often before pushing it in a little more. He told me when he was just over halfway in and asked me if I wanted the rest of it. My pussycat felt totally stretched, as he was also a lot thicker than any cock I’d had, so he felt like he was in way further. There was no point in asking him to go slower, as I’m sure I’d have asked him to stop when he got so far in. “Oh Stanley, just go for it. Shove it into me.” I asked. Stanley gripped my hips, and I took a deep breath just as he started to push his cock in to the hilt. “Ooooooooooooooooooh Fuck! Aaaaahhhh! God.” I bellowed.
I wasn’t sure Stanley heard my shrieks, but he certainly didn’t take any notice of them as he started pumping his huge cock into me with rapid strokes. My pussycat felt on fire, and I was sure it was on the verge of splitting in two. Stanley’s cock head smashed against my cervix. Over time, he thrust deep, and it felt like his huge cock was going to come out of my tummy. My fingers gripped the edges of his table so hard they hurt, and my knuckles were white.
Stanley continued to pump into me, and I could hear him breathing hard. His boney fingers dug into my flesh as he gripped my hips. He kept thrusting into me with no sign of slowing down, and I loved the feeling of total fullness as he pounded me. I could feel a tingle starting in my stomach, and the fire in my pussyfoot began to spread through my body. Then it happened! Stanley began to moan, and I knew he was on the edge. “Oh no, Stanley. Don’t cum yet. I’m not ready.” I begged. My pleas fell on deaf ears, and Stanley plunged his cock deep into me and began to twitch as torrents of his hot, sticky cum splashed my pussy walls and flowed into my womb.
Stanley jerked a few more times as he moaned and sighed deeply before he finally stopped, and he pulled his cock from inside me. I turned around and saw Stanley flop back into his chair with a big smile on his face. I felt cheated. I’d built myself up for that big cock, and it had all been over in a matter of minutes. I hadn’t even gotten close to having an orgasm. Typical man, I thought. Stanley was clearly happy with his efforts, and judging by the river of cum flowing down my thighs, he had certainly drained his balls. “Oh Stanley, when will you be ready to go again?” I asked.
Stanley looked up at me. “Sorry nursie! Not until tomorrow,” he replied. I grabbed some kitchen paper and wiped myself clean and dry before grabbing the pants I had packed in my bag. I finished dressing and told Stanley I wasn’t happy he came so quickly. He told me he was sorry, but he couldn’t hold back. He promised to make it up to me, and he stood up, went to a drawer in the kitchen, and returned, shoving a wad of cash into the pocket of my uniform. I thanked him but told him I was still angry and felt unsatisfied before I headed out the door. Once home, I lay in bed. I was so angry, I couldn’t even be bothered getting myself off, and I lay there thinking about what to do next and wondering how Stanley would make it up to me.
I paused when I got to the door and took a deep breath. Was I ready to go through with my plan? I had already crossed the line and cheapened myself by sucking Stanley’s cock on demand, so I thought I might as well at least have some control over the situation. I let myself in and called out to Stanley. He was in the kitchen, doing his best to clean up a couple of meals worth of dishes. I told him to sit, and I’d take care of it. Stanley sat down and once again commented on my nurse's uniform, telling me it really turned him on.
I had to chuckle to myself as that was my general plan when I decided to wear it, and now that I knew Stanley was already being rather forthcoming with his sexual feelings, I decided not to waste any time in continuing with my plan. I started tidying up, making sure I moved slowly and suggestively. I commented on how warm it was and undid the top couple of fasteners on my uniform before I “accidentally” spilled some milk on the floor when I moved a breakfast bowl from the table. “Ooops!” I said, looking at Stanley with a seductive look. “I’d best get down and clean up, hadn’t I?”
I was aware of Stanley’s eyes following me as I lifted the hem of my uniform and squatted down on the floor to begin wiping up the spilled milk, and I made sure that as I moved back and forth, Stanley got a very good view of my thighs and down my very small cleavage. I kept glancing up at Stanley, and I could see he was fidgeting in his chair, so I continued teasing him. Finally, Stanley cracked, and I could see he was now stroking his cock through his sweatpants. My lips began to salivate at the thought of Stanley’s big cock throbbing underneath his pants, desperate to be released. “Are you turned on, Stanley? Do you want me to suck you?” I asked seductively.
Stanley almost began to quiver with excitement as he frantically nodded his head and pulled his sweat pants and underwear down, allowing his big, hard cock to spring free and stand proud like a pole pointing to the sky. I shuffled forward, popping the rest of my metal fasteners as I did so, until I was kneeling between Stanley’s legs. I looked up at Stanley, smiling, as I reached my hand out and curled my fingers around his thick, throbbing shaft. I felt it pulse as I began to stroke it, and I massaged Stanley’s balls as I played with his cock. It was only a moment or so before the first bead of pre-combine dribbled from Stanley’s piss hole.
I crooned with delight as I saw it trickle down Stanley’s shaft, and just before the next bead came out, I wrapped my lips around Stanley’s cock head. "Mmmmnn,” I moaned as the next big trickle of pre-cum oozed from Stanley’s piss hole and coated my tongue. I circled Stanley’s cock head with my tongue as I pumped his shaft and squeezed his balls. His pre-cum was now flowing like a small stream, tasting sweet as it ran over my tongue and trickled down my throat. Stanley was already breathing hard, and I didn’t think he could hold on much longer, but I’d swallowed his load twice before, and I had other plans for that big cock of his.
I’d never had a big cock; even my dildo was nowhere near as big as Stanley’s cock. I’d heard some of my girlfriends chat about the pleasures and pitfalls of having a huge cock, and now that I had the opportunity, I decided I wanted to find out for myself. I stood up, much to Stanley’s initial dismay, and shed my uniform, so I was now standing naked in front of Stanley. I looked down at him, sitting in his chair, his big cock pointing upwards, all shiny and sticky from his pre-cough and my saliva. I rubbed my pussy; I was soaking. “I want you to fuck me, Stanley. It’s OK; I’m on birth control.” I said it in a seductive voice.
Stanley looked like a cat that had gotten the cream, as a big grin appeared on his face. Stanley’s smile soon disappeared, and he looked a little concerned. He then told me that he couldn’t fuck me the normal way as his arthritis affected his elbows and shoulders, so he couldn’t bear any weight on them, but he was happy for me to go on top. I felt a little miffed. "No, Stanley, I want you to fuck me. I’ll bend over your kitchen table, and you can do it there.” I told him rather sternly, which shocked him and made me chuckle inside. I didn’t wait for Stanley to answer or comment before I sprang around and bent forward over his kitchen table, presenting my bottom and, more importantly, my pussycat to Stanley. “Come on, Stanley! Fuck me now!” I called out.
Although I was eager for Stanley to fuck me, I did feel a little apprehensive as I hadn’t had a cock anywhere near as big as his, and a couple of the ones I’d had previously felt a little tight, but I’d made the leap and now couldn’t wait. A minute or so later, I felt Stanley’s cold hand on my buttocks, and then he was rubbing his big cock head against the slit of my pussycat, getting everything wet and sticky. Stanley pushed his cock head between my pussy lips a little deeper, and I could feel he was lined up with my little love tunnel. "Oh, god, Stanley! Please go slowly and gently. I’ve never had a big one.” I pleaded before taking a few deep breaths and bracing myself for what was to come.
Stanley began to nudge his cock into me, going slowly and pulling back every so often before pushing it in a little more. He told me when he was just over halfway in and asked me if I wanted the rest of it. My pussycat felt totally stretched, as he was also a lot thicker than any cock I’d had, so he felt like he was in way further. There was no point in asking him to go slower, as I’m sure I’d have asked him to stop when he got so far in. “Oh Stanley, just go for it. Shove it into me.” I asked. Stanley gripped my hips, and I took a deep breath just as he started to push his cock in to the hilt. “Ooooooooooooooooooh Fuck! Aaaaahhhh! God.” I bellowed.
I wasn’t sure Stanley heard my shrieks, but he certainly didn’t take any notice of them as he started pumping his huge cock into me with rapid strokes. My pussycat felt on fire, and I was sure it was on the verge of splitting in two. Stanley’s cock head smashed against my cervix. Over time, he thrust deep, and it felt like his huge cock was going to come out of my tummy. My fingers gripped the edges of his table so hard they hurt, and my knuckles were white.
Stanley continued to pump into me, and I could hear him breathing hard. His boney fingers dug into my flesh as he gripped my hips. He kept thrusting into me with no sign of slowing down, and I loved the feeling of total fullness as he pounded me. I could feel a tingle starting in my stomach, and the fire in my pussyfoot began to spread through my body. Then it happened! Stanley began to moan, and I knew he was on the edge. “Oh no, Stanley. Don’t cum yet. I’m not ready.” I begged. My pleas fell on deaf ears, and Stanley plunged his cock deep into me and began to twitch as torrents of his hot, sticky cum splashed my pussy walls and flowed into my womb.
Stanley jerked a few more times as he moaned and sighed deeply before he finally stopped, and he pulled his cock from inside me. I turned around and saw Stanley flop back into his chair with a big smile on his face. I felt cheated. I’d built myself up for that big cock, and it had all been over in a matter of minutes. I hadn’t even gotten close to having an orgasm. Typical man, I thought. Stanley was clearly happy with his efforts, and judging by the river of cum flowing down my thighs, he had certainly drained his balls. “Oh Stanley, when will you be ready to go again?” I asked.
Stanley looked up at me. “Sorry nursie! Not until tomorrow,” he replied. I grabbed some kitchen paper and wiped myself clean and dry before grabbing the pants I had packed in my bag. I finished dressing and told Stanley I wasn’t happy he came so quickly. He told me he was sorry, but he couldn’t hold back. He promised to make it up to me, and he stood up, went to a drawer in the kitchen, and returned, shoving a wad of cash into the pocket of my uniform. I thanked him but told him I was still angry and felt unsatisfied before I headed out the door. Once home, I lay in bed. I was so angry, I couldn’t even be bothered getting myself off, and I lay there thinking about what to do next and wondering how Stanley would make it up to me.
