Nurse Emma

That night Mark sat stiffly at the edge of the bed, still in his shirt and trousers, tie loosened. Emma stood at the vanity, brushing her hair, still glowing from Zack. Her skin looked flushed, tits heavy and swaying with every motion, faint bruises from Zack’s grip blooming on her pale breast.

She caught his reflection in the mirror, smirk curling her lips.

“You’re hard, aren’t you?” she asked in that wicked, posh tone.

Mark swallowed. “Yes…”

She set the brush down and turned, stepping toward him. Her tits jiggled, her hips rolling as she moved, bare and stunning. She reached down, tugged his fly open, and pulled his cock free. It leapt into her hand, already dripping.

Emma laughed. “Pathetic.”

She stroked him slowly, cruelly, her grip light, teasing. “You saw him, didn’t you? Zack’s cock. Twice this. Thick. Long. God, he stretched me so deep I thought I’d pass out. You’ve never filled me like that.” She flicked her eyes to his cock, then back to his face. “This? This is nothing compared to what he gave me.”

Mark groaned, ashamed, humiliated, but harder than ever.

Emma leaned close, breath hot against his ear. “From now on, darling, if you want to cum… it’ll be after I’ve been with him. Or while you’re watching me get fucked by him. That’s the only way you’ll earn it. Understand?”

Mark’s chest ached. He nodded.

She let go of his cock suddenly, leaving him throbbing and ****. She climbed into bed, sprawling on her back, legs open, idly rubbing her swollen cunt. “No touching yourself tonight,” she purred. “Lie there. Think about Zack inside me. That’s your pleasure now.”

The Next Morning

Mark arrived at work pale, tired, and aching. He got out of his car and spotted Zack leaning against his truck, sunglasses on, grinning like the devil.

“Morning, champ,” Zack called out. “Hell of a wife you’ve got. Tall, classy, filthy as fuck. You’re a lucky man.”

Mark **** a smile, throat dry. “Yeah… thanks.”

Zack leaned closer, dropping his voice. “A woman like her? She’s a gift. A body like that shouldn’t be locked away. Wouldn’t be fair. Other men deserve to taste her. You get what I’m saying?”

Mark froze, chest tightening. He tried to answer, but Zack clapped his shoulder hard, laughing, and walked off.

Mark stood there, confused, humiliated, but with a traitorous pulse of excitement pounding in his cock.

Later at his desk, Mark scrolled through his inbox. One message caught his eye: Staff Announcement: New Nurse Induction.

He clicked it. His stomach dropped.

Attached was a photo of Emma, tall, blonde, radiant, wearing a nurse’s uniform that was more lingerie than clothing. The white fabric clung sheer to her tits, nipples sharp and visible. The skirt ended just below her ass, leaving her long legs bare. No bra. No knickers. A stethoscope draped over her cleavage like jewellery.

Mark’s pulse thundered.

Moments later, Emma herself strode into the office. Heads turned. Conversations stopped. She carried a clipboard, tits bouncing under the flimsy uniform, hem flashing glimpses of smooth shaven pussy with every step.

Mark’s female colleagues whispered:

“She looks like she belongs in a porno.”

“What a total slut. Imagine showing up to work like that.”

“God, she must love men staring at her.”

The men, however, were openly gawking.

“Christ, look at those tits.”

“I’d bend her over my desk in a second.”

“She’s gonna be trouble — the good kind.”

Mark burned with shame and arousal. Nobody knew she was his wife.

It didn’t take long for the truth of her duties to spread. Each man in the office was scheduled for a “full physical.” One by one, they disappeared into the exam room with Emma.

Through the door Mark overheard laughter, groans, filthy banter. He knew exactly what was happening, Emma giving more than just a check-up. She came out glowing, hair messy, tits peeking through her half-open top, legs shiny with fresh slick. The men left red-faced, sated, adjusting their trousers with smug grins.

It would take weeks to get through the full office. Weeks of his wife servicing every man he worked with.

later that night Mark lay stiff beside her, cock aching, forbidden to touch himself. Emma propped herself up on one elbow, hair tousled, tits spilling, her voice casual and cruel.

“Busy day,” she said, grinning. “Five men today. All stripped for me. Hard cocks in my hand, in my mouth. You should’ve seen their faces when I wrapped these tits around them.” She squeezed them together, pink nipples brushing. “One came in less than a minute.”

Mark groaned softly.

Emma leaned closer, whispering filth. “And you know what I noticed, darling? Every single one… bigger than you. Every cock I’ve had today? Longer, thicker, harder. Yours is the smallest so far.”

Mark’s cock jerked painfully.

Emma laughed, kissed his cheek, and rolled over, leaving him aching, humiliated, and throbbing with a sick kind of pleasure.