Nurse Part Seven/?
anonymous
August 27 2010, 06:49:15 UTC
Nurse Part Seven:
'You know you aren't going to win, but you keep going, Doctor.'
I moved my hands lower, to his slender hips, and held them down forcefully. I pressed my tongue to his thinly clothed cock, letting my spit wet the area, enjoying the shameful, darkened spot that I left behind.
'It's funny, really. In a pathetic sort of way. You don't want me to win, but you know it's inevitable so rather than stand up to me, you are giving into your carnal desires.'
His voice remained perfectly calm albeit jeering, but his soft member had still given a twitch against my lips. I didn't know if I could win this, with my own cock still throbbing and swollen, still straining against the fabric of my uniform pants. Still, I had to try and make Izaya lose his cool. I had to at least achieve some sort of reaction from him and attempt to salvage a fragment of my dignity.
'You'd rather just give in and let yourself go completely; let whatever happens, happen. You'd rather just let me fuck you; let me use you, than try to run away from this situation, right? That's so twisted...'
'Shut up.' My fists clenched the remaining fabric on his hips, and I ripped the rest of his dress off in one motion. It wasn't difficult, the buttons popped off with ease. He had on a pair of panties, and they were a pale, baby pink. There was a red cross on the front of them, done in lace. This would have struck me as absurd if I hadn't seen the newly budding erection pressing out from behind the satiny fabric. Seeing that just made me want to force him to come. Force him to make some sort of humiliating noise.
'Well?' He raised an eyebrow at me.
I tore off his panties as well, grateful to the manufacturer of these flimsy costume parts. Then, without warning I took his entire length into my mouth. I pride myself on having the ability to completely control my gag reflex to this day.
The sound he made was so deeply satisfying, and so, so hazardous.
However, as I have mentioned, confidence was my downfall; and trying to regain it by making Izaya lose control is what did me in. The sound he made. It was a hybrid composed of both a moan and a gasp. It was deep, but somehow androgynous, and sultry. And what made it the best noise that Izaya has made in all his life was the fact that it took him by complete surprise. And that brief expression of embarrassment lightly dusting his perfect features was so deeply pleasing to me that I instantly plunged into a violent orgasm.
It was in a completely different class than the orgasms that I had ever experienced prior to that one and the bountiful spurts of cum left a hot, wet stain on the front of my pants. The sensation had overwhelmed me and my body was so flooded with endorphins that I didn't immediately notice Izaya's dark chuckle, or the way he walked over to an inconspicuous bag that he had left in a corner of the room and proceeded to extract what looked very much like a straitjacket from its depths.
By the time I had fully recovered from my post-orgasm ignorance, he was standing ominously above my slumped figure, holding out what could definitely be confirmed as a straitjacket. He had on the sweetest smile I had ever seen.
'Wait...I took off all your clothes before I came...'
'Oh? I don't think that's entirely true. I said from top to bottom remember?'
I couldn't quite grasp what he meant by that till his smile widened and he gestured to the little nurse hat on the top on his head. Then he pointed to his white stockings, and finished by pointing at his high heels. All still firmly affixed to his flawless form.
'You know you aren't going to win, but you keep going, Doctor.'
I moved my hands lower, to his slender hips, and held them down forcefully. I pressed my tongue to his thinly clothed cock, letting my spit wet the area, enjoying the shameful, darkened spot that I left behind.
'It's funny, really. In a pathetic sort of way. You don't want me to win, but you know it's inevitable so rather than stand up to me, you are giving into your carnal desires.'
His voice remained perfectly calm albeit jeering, but his soft member had still given a twitch against my lips. I didn't know if I could win this, with my own cock still throbbing and swollen, still straining against the fabric of my uniform pants. Still, I had to try and make Izaya lose his cool. I had to at least achieve some sort of reaction from him and attempt to salvage a fragment of my dignity.
'You'd rather just give in and let yourself go completely; let whatever happens, happen. You'd rather just let me fuck you; let me use you, than try to run away from this situation, right? That's so twisted...'
'Shut up.' My fists clenched the remaining fabric on his hips, and I ripped the rest of his dress off in one motion. It wasn't difficult, the buttons popped off with ease. He had on a pair of panties, and they were a pale, baby pink. There was a red cross on the front of them, done in lace. This would have struck me as absurd if I hadn't seen the newly budding erection pressing out from behind the satiny fabric. Seeing that just made me want to force him to come. Force him to make some sort of humiliating noise.
'Well?' He raised an eyebrow at me.
I tore off his panties as well, grateful to the manufacturer of these flimsy costume parts. Then, without warning I took his entire length into my mouth. I pride myself on having the ability to completely control my gag reflex to this day.
The sound he made was so deeply satisfying, and so, so hazardous.
However, as I have mentioned, confidence was my downfall; and trying to regain it by making Izaya lose control is what did me in. The sound he made. It was a hybrid composed of both a moan and a gasp. It was deep, but somehow androgynous, and sultry. And what made it the best noise that Izaya has made in all his life was the fact that it took him by complete surprise. And that brief expression of embarrassment lightly dusting his perfect features was so deeply pleasing to me that I instantly plunged into a violent orgasm.
It was in a completely different class than the orgasms that I had ever experienced prior to that one and the bountiful spurts of cum left a hot, wet stain on the front of my pants. The sensation had overwhelmed me and my body was so flooded with endorphins that I didn't immediately notice Izaya's dark chuckle, or the way he walked over to an inconspicuous bag that he had left in a corner of the room and proceeded to extract what looked very much like a straitjacket from its depths.
By the time I had fully recovered from my post-orgasm ignorance, he was standing ominously above my slumped figure, holding out what could definitely be confirmed as a straitjacket. He had on the sweetest smile I had ever seen.
'Wait...I took off all your clothes before I came...'
'Oh? I don't think that's entirely true. I said from top to bottom remember?'
I couldn't quite grasp what he meant by that till his smile widened and he gestured to the little nurse hat on the top on his head. Then he pointed to his white stockings, and finished by pointing at his high heels. All still firmly affixed to his flawless form.
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