So You Want To Be A Nurse By Michele Nylons
Chapter Three – Assistance and Corruption
Michele and Polly made love three times in total that night including a long session of oral sex. They both stripped down to their lingerie and fell asleep in each other's arms. The stimulating feel of satin and nylon rubbing against each other woke them both during the early morning; Michele had a huge erection tenting her satin panties and Polly eased the member from its tight prison and guided it into her warm, wet vagina.
They thrust against each other, kissing and caressing until they both orgasmed and once again dozed off to sleep.
When Michele awoke late the next day her bed was empty. She glanced at the bedside alarm clock and saw it was quarter to eleven; late for someone who was an early-riser, even though it was Saturday and she didn't have to work. She got out of bed and searched her small town house and found it deserted. An envelope rested against a lamp on the hallway telephone table; she tore it open.
`Thanks for last night; it was wonderful. Don't forget to practice your makeup and walking skills ha-ha, but seriously Michele, be careful, and don't fuck with Matron; she has powerful friends and will not hesitate to out you if you don't comply.
I have to work today but I'll call you soon.
Be careful.'
The note was hand-written and instead of signing it Polly had left a red-lipstick kiss. It smelled vaguely of her perfume. Michele was still speculating about the contents of the note when the telephone rang. Michele jumped with surprise then picked up the receiver. Having a telephone was a bit of luxury for someone on her wage but the hospital subsidised the line rental so that her work could contact her. None of her relatives owned a phone and it was unlikely they would call late on Saturday morning from a call box.
"Be ready at one PM. Wear the white uniform," it was Matron.
"But..." Michele stammered.
"One PM!" the line clicked, Matron had hung up.
Michele was dumbfounded and a little scared. She looked in the hallstand mirror and thought that in the light of day she looked ridiculous. Her wig was askew and her heavy makeup was smeared over her face, a combination of lovemaking and sleep had seen to that. She rubbed her face and felt the beginnings of stubble.
Her brassiere looked a little forlorn and saggy, the cups void of the breastforms, which she had removed before getting into bed. Her stockings were laddered and a couple of garters had come loose and hung forlornly at her thighs; the front of her knickers was stuck to her penis; glued there by dried semen. She felt like crying and probably would have but the phone rang again.
"It's Polly. I know that Matron just called so just do what she said Michele, don't fuck with her."
And once again the line went dead before Michele could speak.
"Fuck!" Michele screamed into the empty house.
Resolve set, Michele commenced cleaning up her little flat. She gathered the notes that Polly and Matron had left, along with the incriminating pictures and put them in the telephone table drawer, she made her bed and cleaned up empty glasses and emptied ashtrays. She gathered her uniform, breastforms and heels from the main bedroom and took them into the spare bedroom. She spent some time packing away and hanging up the clothes, shoes and other accoutrements that she had laid out on the bed yesterday.
By the time she had finished it was nearly noon. She did all this whilst still dressed in her wrinkled lingerie and when she had finished she shucked out of her underwear and threw it in the washing basket. She was going to throw away the stockings but her fetish would not allow such waste and she tossed them on the bedside table. She brushed out the black bob until the hair gleamed and it had regained its shape and style and put it with the other wigs.
She stood naked at the bathroom mirror and saw a skinny man with beginnings of five o'clock shadow wearing a ridiculous amount of besmeared makeup. She couldn't help but laugh.
She used the toilet, shaved and climbed into the cramped shower over-bath arrangement. Sitting on the little shelf beside the soap and shampoo was a douche. Being a nurse Michele knew exactly what it was and what it was used for. She didn't know what was going to happen at 1 PM but she suspected that it might involve Dr Lovejoy and or Matron Holliday wanting sex. Although this held no appeal for her she did not want the indignity of an `accident' occurring if she was forced to engage in anal intercourse.
She filled the douche with warm soapy water and used it while the shower ran over her body. Once that unpleasantness had been seen to she took her time taking a long hot shower.
"Ok Michele; lets get you ready and find out what the fuck Matron has in store shall we?" Michele was determined she wouldn't beak down like she had when Matron called.
She padded naked into the spare bedroom and sat at the dresser. Michele was a quick study and confidently began to apply makeup for only the second day or her life. She took a damp sponge and applied generous amounts of foundation to her face and applied the finishing powder. She rouged her cheeks, carefully applied eyeliner, brushed on eyeshadow and layed liberal amounts of mascara on her lashes. She smacked her lips as she had been taught to set the plum red lipstick.
"Not bad," she appraised herself as she adjusted a brunette wig on her head.
She brushed it out; the hair fell to her shoulders and she had to admit it felt quite pleasant against her bare skin. Her face looked quite different than it had when she had worn the black bob. She was still amazed at how attractive she looked when she was madeup and bewigged. She opened a draw and rummaged around in the lingerie; Michele was no expert on women's fashion but she had been wearing lingerie long enough to know how to coordinate her wardrobe.
She stepped into a white lace suspender belt and slid on a pair of white stockings and clipped the claps to the welts. The feel of the cool gossamer on her legs excited her a little; she extended each leg and smoothed out her stockings and straightened the seams; her red painted toe-nails looked quite appealing through the gauzy reinforced toes.
Next she slipped into a pair of white nylon full-cut panties; they tingled as they rasped against her nylon stockings when she pulled them up her shapely legs. She pulled them tight around her buttocks and slipped her semi-erect penis under herself so that the panty gusset held it in place.
Michael had often worn shifts, petticoats and slips when he had partially crossdressed and Michele took the opportunity to select a white satin full-slip from the wardrobe; she rubbed the slinky fabric against her face and inhaled the scent of the brand new garment.
The next fifteen minutes were spent trying to affix the breastforms using a combination of surgical tape and cosmetic glue. After a number of appalling attempts which actually made her giggle, she finally got them attached to her satisfaction and quickly snapped on a white lace brassiere to keep them in place. She stepped into the full-slip and adjusted the straps on her shoulders. She could feel herself getting wet in the crotch; her penis was secreting pre-seminal fluids.
"Naughty girl!" she chided herself and giggled.
The white nurse uniform was tight in the bodice, short in the hem and open at the decolletage; she thought it was something that might be worn by Barbara Windsor in a `Carry On' movie. She slipped her feet into a pair of white high-heels and looked at herself in the full-length mirror and gasped.
Being dressed all in white, uniform, stockings and shoes, she should have looked virginal but in fact she looked the antithesis of virginal.
She looked so sexy!
"I'd fuck you in a heartbeat Michele," she cooed.
She had just enough time to accessorise with jewellery and liberally spray herself with perfume when the mantle clock struck one.
Right on cue there was a knock at the door.
Michele opened the door and was surprised to find Dr Brian Marron, the anaesthetist, was standing there impatiently looking at his watch.
"Out of the way you silly girl," he ordered and barged into the hallway.
"And shut the fucking door; who knows who can see you!"
Michele was stunned; Dr Marron was the last person she expected to see. He was known to be a prude and very conservative, she had no idea why he would be here.
She soon found out.
With no preamble whatsoever he pushed Michele against the wall and pawed at her whilst slavering at her face, his hand was under her dress groping her stocking-tops and panties; his lips pressed against hers as he tried to force his tongue in her mouth.
Michele struggled and nearly fell over as her high-heels skittered on the polished floor. She wriggled and tried to extricate herself from his grip but Brian Marron was surprisingly strong for a man in his sixties. He was powerfully built and Michele was very slight.
He grabbed Michele by the arm and began to drag her into the lounge room.
"Come on you dozy bint, I don't have long and I've paid good money for this," he huffed, dragging her over to the couch.
He fell on her and began to paw at her again.
And so it dawned on Michele what Polly was alluding to and what Matron Holliday had not yet told her. Michele was being prostituted out! She couldn't do much about it now; Matron had all she needed to blackmail Michele into capitulation.
Michele decided that it was best just to comply for now. She'd let Dr Marron take his pleasure and after he had left she would have time to think.
She stopped fighting and allowed Brian Marron to kiss and fondle her. She didn't fight but she didn't encourage him either. His tongue was inside her mouth, his lips crushing hers whilst his hands roamed her body exploring her thighs and buttocks, squeezing and stroking her through her diaphanous nylons and silky panties. He found her satin slip quite to his liking and stroked the cool soft fabric, rubbing it against her freshly shaved body.
Dr Marron extricated himself from their embrace and stood before her as she sat demurely on the couch, adjusting the hem of her uniform and straightening the bodice. Surely he hadn't come already? No such luck Michele realised as he stood before her ripping off his suit coat and tie. He was gasping with exertion and excitement.
"Take off my trousers nurse!" he barked.
Michele's face was level with Dr Marron's crotch and she reached out and undid his belt. She noticed her manicured and painted nails as she eased the zip of his fly down and snapped the button at the top of his trousers. As she eased the trousers down his legs she could smell body-wash and powder; at least Dr Marron was clean.
"Stand!" Dr Marron ordered.
Michele stood, tottering on her heels trying to recover her breath. Dr Marron grabbed her and forced himself against her; pushing his tongue deep into her mouth and pushing his hips against her.
She felt Dr Marron reach between their bodies and knew what he was going to do; she felt abhorrent. He was freeing his penis from his underwear. Michele was still determined to get this over with as soon as possible and seized the initiative. As soon as she felt Dr Marron's erect member against her she reached down and gently held it. She had never held another man's penis before and it felt tactile and spongy, she could feel the thick veins running along it. It also felt slick and warm. Michele commenced a slow stroking motion, easing her hand along the shaft and circling the enormous glans. His cock was thick, hard and throbbing with excitement.
"Yes that's very good nurse," Dr Marron groaned.
He pushed her back slightly so he could see her painted nails trailing along his shaft as she masturbated him. A thin thread of shimmering clear pre-seminal fluid ran from the purple head of his penis across to her gauzy nyloned thigh. Dr Marron reached out, rucked up her dress, and rubbed the darker welts of her white stockings and then worked his way up to her panties. Michele stiffened as she felt his hand go inside her panties and begin to fumble about. She forced herself to relax, Dr Marron had proved he was stronger than she, and she knew he was easily angered. Dr Marron eventually found her thin soft cock nestled in the crotch of the sheer nylon panties and he began to free it from its little silken prison.
Michele concentrated on slowly masturbating Dr Marron; she gripped his member tightly and slowly squeezed and stroked it as she worked her hand up and down his penis. Brian Marron relaxed and stared at her hand stroking his phallus while he stroked her body through the satin slip, working his hands over her nyloned thighs and pantied crotch. He began to squeeze Michele's soft penis harder and harder but she concentrated on getting this over with, as soon as possible; to her the feel of Brian's hand was vile.
Michele concentrated on trying to illicit Dr Marron's orgasm as soon as possible and she pushed herself against him stroking his member with firmer faster strokes. She lifted her head and kissed him, gently sliding her tongue across his lips and exploring his mouth. She trapped his member between her lustrous slip her stockinged thigh and rubbed it there, the underside of his penis rasping against the diaphanous nylon stocking as her fingernails gently raked the top of his turgid cock though the silky slip.
Dr Marron was groaning and breathing heavy; Michele kissed him deeper and stroked him harder. She could feel his penis, bloated and throbbing, dripping pre-seminal fluid. She knew he was close to climax.
Abruptly he wrenched his penis from her grasp and held her away from.
"Oh no nurse; I'm not paying good money for a handjob," he sneered.
Again the mention of `good money'? Michele was now convinced that she was being prostituted, but this was not the time to ask questions.
Dr Marron pulled Michele against him and kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue deep in her mouth. Then he eased his hands up to her shoulders and commenced pushing her down.
'Oh God! I know what he wants,' she thought.
She dropped to her knees on the throw rug and stared eye level at Dr Marron's enormous throbbing penis; then Dr Marron placed both hands on her head and pushed it forward so that his glans were thrusting against her lipstick lips.
He kept pushing but Michele wouldn't open her mouth. The thought of taking a man into her mouth made her want to vomit.
Dr Marron slapped her face hard and she saw stars and the heard ringing in her ears. Michele started to cry.
"Stop this silliness nurse! I want what I paid for!" Dr Marron boomed.
He pulled back his hand to strike her again and Michele flinched and Dr Marron smiled and took her head in his hands and pushed his hard, throbbing cock towards her mouth.
"You know what to do nurse, and don't even think of biting me!" Dr Marron fumed.
He pushed his penis into Michele's mouth; it tasted a little salty but not unpleasant. The problem for Michele was that the girth of Dr Marron's phallus filled her mouth to the extent that is made it difficult to breath. Eventually she became used to breathing in and out though her nose and concentrated on controlling her gag reflex.
Dr Marron tightened his grip on her head and eased his cock in out of her mouth. He pulled her face back until just her lips circled his plum-coloured glans; then he pulled her face forward as he thrust, forcing his substantial manhood deep into her mouth. Michele moved her tongue along his shaft and sensed his enjoyment. She was hoping he would climax soon as every time his glans hit the back of her throat it caused her to gag.
Just when Michele though that she was going to choke, Dr Marron abruptly pulled his erection from her mouth. Michele wondered if he'd climaxed; she had never fellated a man before but she thought she would be able to detect his semen if he had indeed spent himself in her mouth.
Dr Marron pulled Michele to her feet and pushed her back onto the couch. Her dress rode up and her legs were akimbo and Brain Marron immediately seized the opportunity to pounce on her.
"Ok nurse, were nearly there just behave yourself and this will all be over soon," Dr Marron said and lowered his face to hers.
He kissed her and she reciprocated; her plan now that Dr Marron had been fellated and was likely close to orgasm was try to get him to ejaculate against her rather than having to fellate him to climax or even worse, do what Dr Lovejoy had done to her. She lay beneath him, his body pressed against hers and she wriggled and writhed against him, attempting to evoke a climax.
They kissed and groped each other and Michele felt Dr Marron begin to hump away at the front of her panties and she happy to respond. His hands stroked her stockinged legs rubbing them from knee to stocking-top and then his fingers stroked her bare thighs.
"MMMMmmm, that's nice doctor," Michele purred in his ear.
She was hoping her encouragement would further excite him and bring him closer to climax. It seemed to be working as Dr Marron slid his hand along the front of her panties and then he slipped his fingers inside the waistband. Michele began to struggle again.
"Behave nurse," Dr Marron hissed in her ear.
Michele felt more than a little trepidation as Dr Marron's hand slid inside her panties. His fingers found her penis. She struggled a little but Dr Marron held her still and gently extricated her penis and positioned her member along her stomach and pulled her panties back up over it and pressed down on her. His erection pressed against her thickening penis through the satin slip and flimsy panty material. He began to rub his cock against hers and he kissed her deeply.
Michele had to admit the feeling was very erotic and she felt quite feminine lying under him like this. All of the times she had masturbated wearing panties and stockings could not compare to the sensation of having her erect member being rubbed through the soft, silky layers of her slip and panties. She could feel Dr Marron's cock pulse and throb as it massaged her own quivering shaft.
Instinctively she lifted her legs and wrapped them around Dr Marron's body; locking her heels behind his back.
"That's the way nurse; a little encouragement is always appreciated," Dr Marron ground herself against her.
Then Dr Marron adjusted his position slightly and pushed his cock into the crevice of her panty-clad buttocks and began to hump her there. Michele was back to feeling trepidicious, she wanted him to come on her not in her.
"Put it back please Doctor, it feels so nice rubbing my cock," she whispered in his ear then kissed him whist she wriggled her buttocks trying to extricate his cock.
But Dr Marron did not stop; instead he pulled the gusset of Michele's panties aside and slid his cock into the crease of her soft creamy buttocks.
"Please stop," Michele begged.
Dr Marron ignored her and his glans probed at her sphincter. Michele screamed and wriggled but Dr Marron was too strong. He held her down with one hand whilst he used the other to guide his penis to Michele's anus.
Michele screamed.
"No!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Michele couldn't stop him but she knew she did not want to be sodomised!
Dr Marron spat into his hand and rubbed his spittle on Michele's sphincter, then spat again and rubbed it on his long thick shaft; all the while Michele wriggled and struggled underneath him. He used his body weight to hold her down.
"Stop! Stop! Don't! Don't!" she screamed.
Michele was just about to scream again and when the head of Dr Marron's penis pierced her sphincter. The spittle eased the entry of Dr Marron's cock past her tight, puckered, bud but the pain was still incredible. Michele moaned and bucked in pain but Dr Marron did not remove his phallus from inside her, he only had his glans inside her but was pressing forward with groin, his engorged member slowly entering her anal cavity.
"Ohhh that hurts!" Michele whimpered.
"Silly nurse; relax and it will be ok," Dr Marron whispered, trying to sooth her.
Michele felt a deep burning sensation combined with spasmodic twinges of intense pain shooting from her anus. She whimpered and wriggled trying to expel the intruder from her back passage but Dr Marron held on.
"Stop it nurse!" he hissed; and slapped her across the face.
Michele cheek stung and tears crept into her eyes but she realised that just like yesterday in room 209, she had been beaten and she would do anything to stop the excruciating pain. She sighed and lay still; her anus pierced by Dr Marron's penis but she was smart enough to know that fighting was only going to make the pain worse. She tried to relax her sphincter but her instinct was to try to push against the invading object out of her anus; not to accept it.
"That's better nurse," said Dr Marron as he felt Michele's sphincter spasm as she tried to relax it.
Michele was quietly sobbing but at the same time she forced her inner muscles to relax. Amazingly the twinges of intense pain began to subside; she still felt the burning sensation around the entrance to her anus but it was tolerable. Dr Marron spat into his hand again and applied more spittle to his shaft.
Inch by inch Dr Marron slowly pushed himself deep inside Michele's rectum. Michele felt full and intensely uncomfortable, the urge to expel Dr Marron's penis was immense and she had to prevent her internal muscles from contracting. She he raised her legs so that they rested over his shoulders. He looked down at her pretty face and smiled.
"It's ok nurse; you're doing fine, this will be over soon," Dr Marron said in a soothing voice, similar to what he would use on a patient.
Michele suddenly gasped; the pain and subsided and his glans had found her prostate; pleasure replaced pain as Dr Marron buried his engorged penis inside her with his scrotum resting snugly between her buttocks. He wriggled his penis inside her to stimulate her prostate and he kissed her. She began to respond and she kissed him back.
"Just stay relaxed nurse and it will soon get better," Dr Marron lowered his face to hers and kissed her.
He rubbed her slip against her silken-hosed legs and she rubbed then against his muscled body.
Michele gasped; for the second time in her life she was being fucked and had to admit she was enjoying it.
When Dr Marron lowered his mouth to hers she kissed him back, deeply, passionately. She drove her tongue into his mouth and lifted her buttocks up off the couch and pushed herself up against him; her legs moved around his waist; she locked her ankles together and held him against her. She felt totally feminine lying here underneath this man; wantonly giving herself to him.
They fucked slowly but passionately taking their time; Dr Marron easing his penis in and out Michele's anus with long slow thrusts, as she raised herself up to meet him. They kissed, stroked and fondled each other as their passions rose.
"Oh fuck me!" Michele moaned and began to push back against Dr Marron as he slid in and out of her tight passage.
Michele's cock became fully erect in her panties. Dr Marron's reached down and squeezed Michele's penis through her panties.
"Ohhh!!!" Michele moaned.
Dr Marron fucked Michele and she fucked him back; both of them moaning and groaning with the intensity of their passion. He squeezed and stroked Michele's hard penis and the stimulation she felt from having her cock massaged through her nylon panties amplified the rings of pleasure that radiated from her anus. She was going to come.
Michele pushed herself up and impaled herself on Brian's quivering cock until he was buried to the hilt. His erection slid deep into her anus; her tight slick tunnel gripped his throbbing cock. Dr Marron fucked her harder and she humped him back. She lifted her legs up higher and Dr Marron positioned her legs over his shoulders and kissed her stocking-clad calves as he fucked her. They kissed and moaned and ground and fucked each other.
Dr Marron let out a bellow and pushed his cock deep inside Michele and ejaculated. Michele rose up and ground against him, forcing his pulsating cock to stimulate her prostate. Her panty-clad cock, enfolded in her satin slip, rubbed against his belly and she climaxed into her panties. She flooded her knickers and soaked her slip.
Michele drummed her heels on Dr Marron's back and he raked her thighs as they kissed and climaxed. She could feel him discharging himself inside her; filling her with hot semen. Brain could feel Michele's back passage pulsing, squeezing his cock, and milking the sperm from it. He felt Michele's warm emission on his belly.
They kissed, stroked and fondled each other for a few minutes until their orgasms subsided. Dr Marron pulled his deflating penis from Michele's anus and a trickle of semen escaped her sphincter.
He extricated himself from her and stared down at the slut nurse lying on the couch, legs spread, makeup smeared, her dress rucked up and her slip and panties soaked with semen. He began to dress himself; without saying a word while Michele tried to make herself as presentable as possible. Her panties were soaked with hot sticky semen both front and back and she could feel some of it run down her thighs as she stood up and smoothed out her uniform.
Dr Marron had finished dressing and turned to address her.
He pulled her to him as bestowed on her a lingering kiss. He abruptly broke the embrace.
"Well it's off to work for me I have procedure in an hour," he said bluntly.
"You did very well nurse; in fact you've earned a little something extra," he winked at her and strode out of the room, dropping a five pound note on the hallway telephone table before leaving.
Michele began to feel post-coital regret; she was disappointed that once again she had given in to carnal desire, even though she had been physically forced and blackmailed. She could see the fiver sitting in the little silver dish next to the telephone and began to ponder the whole forced prostitution conundrum.
As if on cue the telephone rang.
To be continued...
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