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Today I got another role play request as a sexy nurse, it was the third one this month. This time it was an old client of mine, we met frequently every month that he is in town. Apparently today, he wanted to try out a fantasy that he had in mind for quite some time. I was supposed to dress like a sexy nurse and take care of him, obviously using my body as the best medication. I dressed up, hid my revealing outfit under a coat and went to his hotel.
Adam told me earlier to just walk in, without knocking, and act like it’s a hospital room, so I did just that. I took off my coat in the small hall and changed my shoes to a pair of sexy heels that I knew he loved. I fixed my hair in the mirror and went to the bedroom.
“Hello, handsome,” I greeted him, “How are we feeling today?”
“Better, now that you’re here,” he smiled and sat up.
I walked over to him and pushed him back down.
“Don’t sit up, you’re still weak,” I scolded him, “What do I have to do to keep you in place?”
“I’ll stand up if I want to, there’s nothing you can do about it,” he retorted, playing along with me.
I huffed and sat on him.
“What about now?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.
“Now?” he repeated slowly, and smiled again, “Now, I think something else might stand up.”
“That’s perfect, actually,” I shrugged and swung my leg over him, so that I was straddling him now, “That should make you feel better.”
He didn’t answer, but tried to sit up again. I placed my hands on his shoulders, keeping him in place.
“You’re the patient here, let me do all the work,” I said slowly, shifting lower and lower with every word.
I ended up sitting on his thighs and pulled the thin cover off his upper body. He was naked underneath, so I started kissing his lower abdomen. Once again, Adam tried to move, but I grabbed his hands and pushed them on the mattress. Obviously, he still could easily shake me off, but he indulged in our role play and pretended I immobilised him. Seeing him obedient like that, I started to really like being a sexy nurse. I stopped my wet trail of kisses just an inch above his cock and stood up.
“Come on, really?” he opposed my cold treatment.
I smiled mischievously and threw the cover off him. He was already hard, I could almost see his erection pulsating and begging to get touched. I leaned forward and blew on it, making it twitch.
“Please, stop it,” he said quietly.
I looked at his face and saw a spark in his eyes. He definitely didn’t mean that.
“Do you feel tired? Why do you want me to stop?” I asked, tilting my head and letting my hair fall onto his chest and tickle him.
“Let me have you already,” Adam murmured and brushed my hair, twirling a single strain around his finger.
“I’m in charge, dear,” I laughed and took a step back, “After all, I’m the nurse.”
“And a sexy nurse at that,” he commented, smirking.
I placed my finger in his lips, shushing him, and dragged it down all the way to his crotch. Once again, I stopped right before his manhood. I could feel his muscles straining underneath my fingertip, but I didn’t give in to my lust. I wanted him as badly as he wanted me, but as a London escort, I learned a thing or two about self-control. I pulled out a condom from a little chest pocket and put it on him. He shivered under my touch, and I let my fingers wander on his shaft a little longer than it was necessary.
When I finally stopped touching him, I got on the bed, my back facing him. I raised my short dress, exposing my round butt cheeks to him. He tried to touch me, but I snapped his hands away.
“Just lie here and relax. I’ll do all the work, since you’re sick,” I said and lowered my hips.
Immediately, I felt the tip of his cock brushing against my entrance and moaned. I used my hand to hold him straight up and slowly sat on him. His member filled me completely, and even with the condom, I could feel him pulsating deep inside.
“Does that make you feel better?” I breathed out, feeling the tip pushing into my cervix wall and sending almost electric shocks throughout my body.
“Fuck, yes,” Adam moaned and clenched his fists.
I started slowly moving, leaning forward as much as I could and placing my hands on his thighs for support. I wanted to give him the perfect view of me riding him backwards, judging by the sounds he was making, I was successful. His ball sack was pressing into my clitoris, making the whole experience even more pleasurable. Maybe it was because of the role play thing, but I was starting to be afraid I’d come first. I didn’t want to give in to him that easily and sped up, trying to tighten my muscles to give him more sensations.
“I’m close,” he grunted, once again trying to touch me.
This time I let him massage my ass and grab my hips. Anything to make him finish first. Just like he asked, I sped up. I lost my rhythm and started uncontrollably jumping on his cock, getting impaled on it over and over again. We both came at the same time, moaning and sweating like we were in a real fever.
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