My Sweet Degradation (16 page)

Suddenly her eyes snapped open, her fingers holding completely still. ‘Unless...' she looked down at me with a devilish grin. ‘Oh, you have to feel it, Mr Pearce. I know you'll just love it as well.'

Quickly Nurse Libby locked the door to my room, slipped off her shoes and was at the side of my bed, pulling down my pyjama bottoms. ‘Mmm, lovely,' she purred, shooting me a sideways glance. I watched aghast as she clambered up onto the bed and carefully straddled my thighs, facing towards me, before once again she lifted her dress. I could see her pussy more clearly now and it really was a thing of beauty; smooth and flushed pink with arousal.

‘Now,' she whispered as she dipped her face towards me, ‘tell me that you've ever felt anything softer and I won't believe you.' Taking my erect shaft within a cool fist she pulled it back a little before lowering herself so that the scarlet head touched against the swell of her cunt lips. Gently moving on her knees Libby began to draw me against her waxed flesh. She shut her eyes and parted her sexy, moist lips, gasping and teasing her milky-white teeth with the tip of her tongue.

‘Oh!' she cried softly. ‘What do you... um, what do you think?' But she was paying absolutely no attention to my thoughts as she began to rub me against herself more eagerly.

Nurse Simmons rose up and then down, rubbing the tip of my cock against her clit. She drew it first one way and then the other, moaning and crying out with every thrill she elicited. Soon enough, and quite naturally, I felt Libby begin to work me against her slit. Her lips parted for me and she stroked back and forth until the wet warmth of her cream began to smear against the tip of my prick.

‘Oh... oh God, Mr Pearce,' she moaned, her eyes held tightly shut as she directed me to her entrance. At long last she was going to fuck me, and the anticipation was a torture of the sweetest kind. Tentatively she bore down and I felt the resistance of her juicy flesh press against me. Two or three times more she lifted away to reposition herself, until finally her body yielded and the head of my cock began to enter her. I couldn't help but release a guttural moan from the back of my throat and Libby hissed with her own delight. As she held me at her entrance I tried to raise my hips to meet her, but it was simply too damned awkward and so I waited for her to sink down on me entirely.

But Libby merely lifted herself away once more, and just as I was about to leave her body entirely she dropped down again, but exactly as before, so that only the head of my cock was allowed to slip inside.

‘Oh, Mr Pearce!' she exclaimed with a breathy cry, opening her eyes and pouting down at me. ‘That feels just too good. God, I wish we could just do it.' I desperately tried to tell her through my stare that it was all right, that she was welcome to take advantage of my body, but as usual she seemed to miss my desperate signals.

‘Oh, you feel so nice and I really want all of that lovely cock of yours to fill me deep inside, but it would be wrong of me to take advantage of a patient in that way. I could lose my job, and... oh!'

I strained to look and saw that she was now rubbing her clit with two fingers, while the tip of my prick remained held at her entrance.

‘Oh fuck...' she squealed. ‘Oh... Mr Pearce,' she gasped, and it was plain to see by the tortured furrowing of her lightly perspiring brow that she was nearing her climax, and then Nurse Simmons fell silent, her beautiful breasts heaving and her mouth slightly open as she gave in, crying out and falling forward to support herself on one arm above me. ‘Oh, Jesus!' she exclaimed, her eyes remaining closed. ‘That was... you are... oh fuck!'

Eventually her body relaxed and she lifted herself away from my still rigid cock. Looking down at me, her eyes dreamy and pupils dilated, she offered me a shy smile. ‘God, I'm so sorry Mr Pearce. I... I don't know what came over me. I just couldn't help myself. What must you think of me?'

It was, of course, a rhetorical question, but really I didn't know the answer anyway. I had never desired, never wanted anyone so completely, but it would not be too strong a word to say that I was beginning to hate her for the tormenting hell she was subjecting me to. But Nurse Simmons wasn't quite done with me yet...

Rising high on her knees and arching her back, Libby forked her fingers through her thick mane of hair and sighed. She lifted her skirt a little way and stared down at my still stiff prick beneath her. ‘Oh gosh, look what I've done to your penis,' she said cheekily. ‘It's all sticky, and you were so nice and clean when I got here. I know...' Libby quickly and with amazing agility swapped her legs over so that she now straddled my torso in the opposite direction, facing away from me. Again a soft hand gripped tight at the base of my shaft, directing it back a little, and I was powerless not to groan as she dipped down and her moist lips suddenly closed around the head of my cock. Then Libby's next move made it obvious that she had known exactly what she was doing all along, as her free hand reached back to lift her dress until it lay bunched around her waist, her delicious cunt exposed to me again. Seemingly determined to show me still more she gripped a naked buttock and pulled it away from its lovely twin, and I couldn't help but stare at her tight young pussy, all rosy from her orgasm.

I wanted to fuck her with my fingers as she sucked on my cock, I wanted to lap at her clit and to tease her arsehole with the tip of a thumb, but clearly I was incapable of doing anything of the sort. But one thing I could experience clearly was her musky scent, and it caused my prick to spasm in her mouth. Her tongue flicked against me as she licked her own sticky juices. My dick twitched and jerked within her grip and I considered what a wonderful revenge it would be to shoot all across that pretty face of hers, but as always Nurse Libby Simmons was one step ahead, and before I could reach my orgasm she lifted herself upright and gracefully slipped from the bed.

She pulled up my pyjama bottoms with the careful professionalism of one who had done so a thousand times, and I found myself wondering just how many other men had fallen victim to her game. Libby smiled down at me with a look of angelic innocence.

‘Gosh I'm going to miss you, Mr Pearce,' she whispered huskily, leaning down and kissing me lightly on the lips, my torment continuing as her lovely breasts pressed softly against my chest. ‘Just you make sure that you keep on getting better while I'm away, you hear?' She blinked cutely at me and caressed my cheek with a thumb, before straightening up, turning and calmly walking to the door, and just before she opened it she turned to face me once more.

‘Oh, and Mr Pearce, when I allow my boyfriend to fuck me on the beach tomorrow night, it'll be you I'll be thinking of and not him.'

And then she left, and all I could do was stare at the closed door. Nurse Simmons had beaten me yet again, and I'm not afraid to say that this time I was glad to see her gone.

 

Wonderful things began to happen to me over the next two weeks. There were still tests, x-rays and scans to be endured, but the first piece of good news arrived one morning when I was told that my arm-casts were to be removed. I ached like hell and my muscles had wasted more than a little, but it was a life changing experience nevertheless. Finally I could drag myself from bed to wheelchair all by myself, and most importantly, go unaccompanied to the bathroom. And yes, almost the second that I was left alone I unleashed the sexual tension that had plagued me from the very first moment that Nurse Simmons walked into my life. By way of a pathetic revenge I tried my hardest not to think of her, but of course I couldn't help myself. In the end I was glad that I did though, as it was during those first brief pleasure-filled moments that my plan began to formulate.

The physiotherapy sessions began in earnest, and then first one leg cast was removed, quickly followed by the other a couple of days later. I felt as weak and as ungainly as a newborn foal, but my sense of elation at being able to walk again, when things could so easily have ended much more seriously, was unparalleled.

There have to be easier ways to get in shape, but as I stepped from the shower one evening – a shower I'd joyously been able to give myself – I caught my reflection in the mirror and realised that I actually looked rather good. The high protein liquid diet I was forced to endure because of my broken jaw had given me all the nutrients I could possibly need, but my body had naturally shed a few excess pounds in the process, and I looked leaner and more defined than at any time over the last few years.

So with a new lease of life I threw myself into getting fit, and one morning, while undertaking a set of squats in my room, I spotted a so far undiscovered feature of my hospital bed. In each corner a soft leather strap hung down beneath the mattress. There appeared to be a velcro fastener at one end, and upon closer inspection I quickly worked out what they were for. By pulling them along the chrome tubing of the bedrails and up above the mattress it was plain to see that they were restraints of some sort. I don't suppose that they were for aggressive patients or for those inclined to self-harm, as they didn't quite look secure enough, but as I closed a loop around my wrist I discovered that you would really have to fight pretty hard to break free. I suspect they were for those in danger of moving damaged limbs in their sleep, or perhaps patients who suffered from fits.

Either way they were an interesting discovery, and as I tucked them back out of view I smiled to myself.

Ten days after Libby left for her holiday the best development of all occurred. My jaw was finally unwired. After weeks without use, so much as opening my mouth even a fraction resulted in a dull, throbbing pain, but I was ecstatic nonetheless. My tongue felt as though it didn't belong in my mouth, and talking was both weird and wonderful at the same time. But the food... even bland, unexciting hospital food tasted like the finest Michelin Star cuisine.

I had half expected to be discharged, but the consultant explained to me one morning that there was still a little internal bruising they would like to keep an eye on for a day or two, and that I would be better off being close at hand for the twice-daily physiotherapy sessions anyway. I was truly sick of the hospital, but as I was single I had nowhere to be in a hurry, and so I used what time I had left to enjoy walks in the sunshine in the hospital grounds, talking to anyone who would listen, and eating and drinking as though for the very first time in my life. But of course, one part of my mind was always fixed on something else, or perhaps I should say,
someone
else.

The inevitable day arrived. I won't say that it crept up on me, or that I'd lost track, as that would be a lie. I'd been mentally ticking off each twenty-four hours, one after the other, and had even made an effort to charm the ward sister into divulging when Nurse Simmons would be returning to work.

The fateful evening was a balmy one, and so I lay on my bed in nothing more than a fresh pair of pyjama bottoms, reading a rather poor detective novel I had borrowed from a new friend in my physio class. What little breeze there was teased its way through the open window. It was not quite dark yet, but the room was dull enough that I allowed a single table lamp to burn and to cast a pool of soft, yellowy light across the bed.

I was completely calm as I waited for her, calm in the knowledge that it was time to even things out.

And then she came, hips swaying, into my room, tanned and looking utterly gorgeous. Her hair was again tied in a ponytail and it shone with innumerable sun-bleached shades.

‘Oh, Mr Pearce!' she squealed delightfully, rushing over and wrapping her arms around my neck to hug me tightly. My ribs still ached as she squeezed, but in a way it really was good to see her and I couldn't deny that I had missed her too.

‘Hello, Nurse Simmons,' I said for the very first time.

‘Gosh, you're looking good,' she said, taking my hands in her own and stepping back to observe me better.

‘And you too,' I said, because she really was. Better than ever, if that was possible. ‘How was your holiday?'

‘Oh, it was wonderful thanks,' she beamed with infectious enthusiasm. ‘I had such an amazing time, and you know what's the best thing?'

‘Tell me,' I replied, raising my eyebrows expectantly, even though she would have done so had I asked her to or not.

‘Late last night, just as we landed back in England, I dumped my stupid-arsed boyfriend,' she told me. ‘I mean stupid-arsed
ex
-boyfriend,' she giggled, proudly jutting out those pert tits of hers.

‘Good for you, Libby,' I said. ‘It did sound as though you were ready to move on.' I actually felt a little sorry for the poor boy, and realised that he had probably been played just as relentlessly as me, and God knows how many other men.

‘Yeah, he was an idiot all right.' She really did look incredibly sweet as she stood there grinning and swinging her hips from side to side, and for a split second I actually found myself doubting her cruel torment of three weeks earlier, but I was merely blinded by that innocent beauty and besides, my plan was soon to be set in motion. And then what Nurse Simmons said next was just too predictable, and so it began.

‘Right, you need a bed bath!'

Clearly I needed no such thing; I was more than capable of looking after myself now, and had showered shortly beforehand.