Nursing care

As Meg stepped into Jeff's cluttered duplex, she wrinkled her nose at the musty smell. Scattered anime figurines and empty energy drink cans littered every surface. She made her way to the spare room Jeff had cleared for her to change, carefully avoiding stacks of manga and unwashed laundry.

Meg unzipped her garment bag, revealing the nurse costume inside. She held up the low-cut white top with red trim, admiring how it would accentuate her curves. The tiny white skirt barely covered her assets. Crisp white stockings came up to mid-thigh, held in place by a lacy garter belt.

"Nurse! I need assistance immediately!" Jeff's voice called out, thick with exaggerated distress.

"Just a moment, patient!" Meg responded in a sing-song voice. "I'm preparing your treatment."

As she slipped on the outfit piece by piece, Meg marveled at the attention to detail. The white patent leather heels gave her legs a shapely arch. The cap perched jauntily atop her chestnut waves, its absence of a red cross making her chuckle at the sex shop's apparent respect for the Geneva Conventions.

"The pain is unbearable!" Jeff wailed dramatically. "My balls are so swollen, oh no!"

When she pulled on the panties, Meg paused, puzzled by the open crotch design. She'd never worn anything quite so risqué before. A thrill ran through her.

Meg gazed at her reflection in the grimy mirror, admiring how the nurse costume hugged her curves, but something was missing. Digging through her purse, Meg found a tube of bright red lipstick. She carefully applied it, the vivid color making her lips look full and luscious. As she pressed her lips together, Meg felt a final thrill of transformation. The prim lawyer's assistant was gone, replaced by a sultry, daring vixen.

"Nurse! The agony is unbearable!" Jeffrey's voice rang out again, thick with feigned distress.

"I'm coming, darling!" Meg called back in a breathy, exaggerated tone. "Don't you worry, I'll make it all better!"

Taking a deep breath, Meg sashayed to Jeffrey's bedroom door. She paused, hand on the knob, savoring the moment of anticipation. Then she flung the door open wide.

Jeffrey lay on a stained mattress on the floor, a thin sheet barely covering his doughy form. His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him.

Meg stood in the doorway, a vision of sensuality in her nurse costume. The tight white top strained against her ample C-cup breasts, the low neckline revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. The red trim accentuated her curves, drawing Jeffrey's eye down to her tiny waist. The skirt was so short it barely covered her rounded behind, offering teasing peeks of the garter belt and stocking tops as she shifted her weight.

Her long, toned legs seemed to go on forever, made even more alluring by the crisp white stockings that clung to her shapely calves and thighs. The patent white heels made her frame seem even taller, arching her feet enticingly.

Meg's chestnut hair fell in soft waves around her face, framing her flawless complexion. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief, enhanced by subtle makeup. The bright red lipstick made her lips look full and kissable.

She struck a pose, one hand on her hip, the other holding a clipboard. "Well hello there, mister," she purred in a breathy voice. "I hear you're in need of some... care."

Meg slowly sashayed towards the mattress, her hips swaying hypnotically. "Now then, let's see what's troubling you, shall we?" she cooed.

Jeffrey writhed dramatically on the mattress. "Oh nurse, the pain is just awful! I'm burning up!"

"You poor thing," Meg pouted, her red lips forming a perfect O. "Let me check your temperature." She leaned over him, pressing her palm to his forehead, letting her breasts brush against his chest.

"I'm afraid I'll need to do a full examination," Meg declared. Her fingers trailed down to the edge of the sheet. "I'll have to remove this for a proper look."

Slowly, teasingly, she peeled back the thin fabric. Jeffrey quivered with anticipation as more of his pale, doughy flesh was revealed. When the sheet was fully removed, Meg's eyes widened at the sight of his rigid member standing proudly at attention.

"My my," she breathed, "it seems we have quite the swelling here." Her fingers ghosted along his inner thigh, inching closer.

"I'll need to take a closer look," Meg said, her voice low and sultry. She gracefully lowered herself to her knees at the foot of the mattress. With deliberate slowness, she began to crawl towards Jeffrey, her movements feline and sensual.

The mattress dipped slightly under her weight as she prowled forward. Her breasts swayed enticingly beneath the tight nurse's uniform, threatening to spill out of the low neckline. The short skirt rode up as she moved, revealing flashes of her garter belt and the creamy skin of her upper thighs.

Meg paused when she reached Jeffrey's feet, gently grasping his ankles. "Now, let's get a good look at the affected area," she purred. With careful movements, she spread his legs apart, creating space for herself between them.

Jeffrey let out a soft groan as Meg positioned herself, her face now mere inches from his throbbing member. She leaned in close, her warm breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. Her chestnut hair fell forward, tickling his inner thighs.

"Hmm," Meg hummed thoughtfully, her green eyes roving over every inch of him. She tilted her head, examining him from different angles. Her red lips pursed in concentration, as if she were a doctor conducting a serious medical examination.

"The swelling appears quite severe," she murmured, her voice husky. "But you told me the problem is in the balls, I mean, testicles."

Meg shifted her position, lowering her face until her lips were almost touching Jeffrey's testicles. His rigid shaft now rested against her cheek, the heat of it warming her skin. She could feel the slight twitch of his member as her breath ghosted over his sensitive flesh.

Her green eyes flicked upwards, meeting Jeffrey's gaze as she hovered tantalizingly close. "Let's see what we have here," she purred.

Meg's soft lips grazed Jeffrey's taut sac, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. She planted delicate kisses along the sensitive skin, her tongue darting out to trace teasing patterns. Gently, she took one testicle into her warm mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she suckled tenderly.

Her slender fingers wrapped around Jeffrey's shaft, stroking languidly up and down the rigid length. She varied her pressure and speed, sometimes gripping firmly, other times ghosting her fingertips along the throbbing vein on the underside.

Jeffrey's hips bucked involuntarily as Meg lavished attention on his most sensitive areas. Her ministrations were exquisite **** - not enough to push him over the edge, but more than sufficient to stoke the fires of his arousal to a fever pitch.

"Oh god, Meg," he groaned, his fingers tangling in her silky chestnut locks. "That feels incredible."

She hummed in acknowledgment, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through his groin. Releasing his testicle with a soft pop, she shifted her attention to the other, giving it the same thorough treatment.

Jeffrey's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as Meg continued her sensual ****. Her hand pumped his shaft with growing urgency while her lips, tongue and teeth explored every inch of his sac.

"That's it," he panted. "Get real familiar with it. Soon it will be flooding your insides."

Meg's eyes flashed with hunger at Jeffrey's words. She released his testicle from her mouth, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening skin. Her tongue darted out to break the connection as she lifted her head.

"Is that so?" she purred, her hand still working his shaft in long, fluid strokes. "And just where do you plan on flooding, hmm?"

She shifted her position, bringing her face level with the swollen head of his cock. Her warm breath teased the sensitive tip as she spoke. "Here, perhaps?"

Meg's tongue emerged, flicking lightly across his shaft. Jeffrey gasped at the sensation, his hips jerking involuntarily. She chuckled low, clearly pleased with his reaction.

Meg's lips parted, enveloping the tip of Jeffrey's shaft in wet warmth. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive head, savoring his sharp intake of breath. Slowly, torturously, she took more of him into her mouth.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, creating delicious pressure. Meg's head bobbed up and down, taking him deeper with each pass. The wet sounds of her ministrations filled the room, punctuated by Jeffrey's groans of pleasure.

She varied her technique, sometimes focusing on the sensitive tip, other times taking him to the back of her throat. Her tongue danced along his length, tracing patterns that made his toes curl. One hand gently massaged his testicles while the other stroked what wouldn't fit in her mouth.

Jeffrey's hips began to thrust involuntarily, seeking more of that exquisite sensation. His fingers tangled in Meg's silky chestnut locks, gripping tightly. With a growl, he held her head still and began to fuck her mouth in earnest.

Meg tried to relaxed her throat, allowing Jeffrey to use her for his pleasure. Saliva dribbled down her chin as she struggled to breathe around his thick member.

Jeffrey continued to thrust into Meg's mouth, lost in the sensation of her warm, wet throat enveloping him. His grip on her hair tightened as he neared his peak. Just as Meg felt her lungs burning for air, Jeffrey suddenly released her.

She pulled back, gasping, a string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening shaft. Meg wiped her chin with the back of her hand, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

"My my," she purred, her voice husky from the rough treatment. "It seems your hands have made a miraculous recovery, sir." Her slender fingers wrapped around his throbbing member, stroking languidly. "Weren't they hurting just moments ago?"

Jeffrey, lost in the waves of pleasure coursing through him, could only manage a strangled groan in response. Meg's skilled hands worked his shaft, alternating between long, smooth strokes and quick, teasing flicks across the sensitive head.

"I'm... I'm going to cum," Jeffrey panted, his hips bucking into her touch. "Please, I need to be inside you when I finish."

Meg's eyes narrowed, a determined glint flashing in their emerald depths. Her hands moved faster, twisting slightly on the upstroke in a way that made Jeffrey see stars. "Oh, I don't think so," she murmured.

Her fingers danced along his length, alternating between feather-light touches and firm strokes. She cupped his testicles with her other hand, gently massaging and tugging. Jeffrey's hips bucked wildly, seeking more friction.

"Please," he gasped, his face flushed with arousal. "I need to be inside you. Let me fill you up."

Meg's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Oh darling," she cooed, "you're not in charge here." Her hands moved faster, twisting on the upstroke in a way that made Jeffrey's toes curl.

Jeffrey groaned, his hips thrusting helplessly into her grip. "Meg, please," he begged. "I'm so close. I need to cum inside you."

Her eyes narrowed, determination flashing in their emerald depths. "Not this time," she murmured. Her hands moved with practiced skill, her fingers dancing along Jeffrey's shaft. She alternated her grip, one hand gliding smoothly while the other twisted gently, creating a symphony of sensations. Her palms were slick with saliva, allowing them to glide effortlessly over his heated flesh.

Jeffrey's hips bucked wildly as Meg worked him relentlessly. Her emerald eyes stayed locked on his face, watching every twitch and grimace of pleasure. She could feel his member pulsing in her grasp, knowing he was right on the edge.

"That's it," she purred encouragingly. "Let go for me. Show me how much you appreciate your nurse's care."

With a guttural groan, Jeffrey's release hit him like a tidal wave. His back arched off the mattress as thick ropes of pearly fluid erupted from his twitching member. The first powerful jet landed on Meg's hands, coating her slender fingers in warm stickiness.

Meg continued her ministrations throughout Jeffrey's climax, milking every last drop from him. Pulse after pulse of creamy seed spilled over her hands and splattered onto Jeffrey's groin and lower stomach. The musky scent of his release filled the air.

When the last tremors subsided, Meg finally stilled her hands. Jeffrey's spent member twitched weakly in her grasp, completely drained. His groin and stomach were a mess of glistening fluid, mingling

Meg surveyed the aftermath of their passionate encounter, her eyes roving over Jeffrey's spent form. His groin and stomach were a canvas of glistening fluids - pearly ropes of semen intermingling with the sheen of saliva and smears of her crimson lipstick. The contrast of colors was striking - creamy white against flushed skin and vibrant red.

She couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at the sheer volume of his release. It spoke to both Jeffrey's virility and her own skillful ministrations. Meg's emerald eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she admired her handiwork.

With a coy smile, she slipped back into the role of attentive nurse. "My my, what a mess we've made," she cooed, her voice a sultry purr. "I hope you're feeling a bit more relaxed now, sir. Has my patient improved at all?"

She trailed a finger through the sticky mixture on his abdomen, watching as it clung to her skin in long, glistening strands. "I must say, you've been quite the model patient. So responsive to treatment." Meg brought her finger to her lips, her pink tongue darting out to taste the mingled flavors of their passion.

Jeffrey, still panting from his intense release, managed to compose himself enough to continue the roleplay. "Nurse," he said in a strained voice, "I'm afraid the pain hasn't fully subsided. There's only one treatment that can truly help - I need you to rub your... feminine essence directly on the affected area. Only skin-to-skin contact will diminish this terrible ache."

Meg's lips curved into a coy smile, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh my," she purred, "skin-to-skin contact is quite complicated, you know. But perhaps I can offer the next best thing."

She rose gracefully from the bed, making a show of smoothing down her tiny nurse's skirt. The movement caused the hem to rise even higher, offering tantalizing glimpses of the lacy tops of her stockings and the creamy skin of her thighs. Meg turned slowly, giving Jeffrey a full view of her curvaceous figure in the snug uniform.

With deliberate steps, she sashayed to his bedside drawer. Her hips swayed hypnotically with each movement, the pleats of her skirt bouncing enticingly. Meg bent at the waist to open the drawer, knowing full well how the position would make her skirt ride up, revealing the rounded globes of her behind barely contained by the skimpy white panties.

She rummaged in the drawer for a moment before straightening, a small box held triumphantly in her hand. "I believe this might be necessary, Mr. Jeffrey," Meg said with a wink, extracting a foil-wrapped condom from the box. She held it delicately between two fingers, presenting it to him like a precious offering.

"Now, be a good patient and put this on," she instructed, her voice a mix of sultry command and playful teasing. She tossed the condom onto his chest, where it landed with a soft pat.

Jeffrey fumbled with the wrapper, his fingers still trembling slightly from his earlier release. Meg watched with amusement as he rolled the latex sheath over his rapidly hardening member.

Once he was properly attired, Meg climbed onto the mattress with feline grace. She positioned herself above Jeffrey, her stocking-clad feet planted firmly on either side of his torso. The position offering Jeffrey an unobstructed view of her open lace-trimmed panties.

Meg began to move, undulating her hips in a slow, hypnotic dance. Her hands roamed over her curves, caressing her breasts through the thin fabric of her uniform before sliding down to her waist. She swayed sensuously, her movements fluid and mesmerizing.

Meg's fingers hooked into the sides of her lacy panties, slowly tugging them to the side. The delicate fabric stretched, revealing her glistening folds to Jeffrey's hungry gaze.

She continued her sensual dance above him, her hips swaying hypnotically. Each movement caused her labia to part slightly, offering tantalizing glimpses of her inner depths. Meg's eyes locked onto Jeffrey's as she gradually lowered herself. She hovered just above the tip of his latex-sheathed member, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her core. Her inner thighs trembled with the effort of holding herself suspended.

"Is this what you needed, Mr. Jeffrey?" she purred, her voice husky with desire. "Is this the treatment you were hoping for?"

She allowed herself to sink down just a fraction, letting the very tip of his shaft brush against her slick folds. The contact sent shivers of electricity through both of their bodies. Meg's breath hitched, her chest heaving with each panting exhale.

With agonizing slowness, she began to lower herself onto him. Her labia parted around his girth, stretching to accommodate him. Inch by exquisite inch, she took him in.

Meg sank down further, enveloping Jeffrey's shaft in her velvety warmth. She savored every sensation as he filled her completely, stretching her inner walls. When their pelvises finally met, she let out a breathy moan of satisfaction.

The coarse hair at the base of his shaft tickled her sensitive folds. Meg could feel the humidity there, his earlier release still coating his groin. The realization that his seed was so close to her entrance sent a delicious shiver through her core.

Meg paused, fully seated on Jeffrey's shaft, reveling in the sensation of fullness. As she adjusted to his girth, her mind wandered to the microscopic world where their bodies met. She imagined the millions of sperm cells still clinging to Jeffrey's coarse pubic hair - each one a tiny, wriggling creature with a single-minded purpose.

With each subtle shift of her hips, she pictured those sperm being transferred to her own sensitive flesh. In her mind's eye, she saw them spreading across her inner labia, coating her most intimate areas in a living blanket of genetic material. The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her.

Meg began to move, grinding her pelvis against Jeffrey's in slow, deliberate circles. The coarse hair at the base of his shaft rubbed deliciously against her swollen clit, sending sparks of pleasure radiating outward. With each rotation of her hips, she imagined more of those microscopic swimmers being smeared across her folds, inching ever closer to her entrance.

The friction of his pubic hair against her sensitive flesh was exquisite. Meg's breath came in short, panting gasps as she increased the tempo of her movements. She rocked back and forth, dragging her clit along the length of his shaft before grinding down hard against his pubic bone.

Meg's movements became more frantic as she approached her peak. She ground her pelvis against Jeffrey's with increasing urgency, feeling the coarse hair at the base of his shaft rubbing deliciously against her sensitive folds. The friction sent waves of pleasure radiating through her core.

Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around Jeffrey's thickness as her climax built. Meg's head fell back, her auburn curls cascading down her back as a low moan escaped her parted lips. Her thighs began to tremble, muscles quivering with the effort of maintaining her relentless pace.

"Oh," she gasped, her voice breathy and strained. "I'm so close. So close..."

With a final, forceful grind of her hips, Meg's orgasm crashed over her. Her back arched as waves of ecstasy pulsed through her body. Her inner muscles clamped down on Jeffrey's shaft, squeezing him in a velvet vice. A guttural cry of pleasure tore from her throat as the intensity of her release overwhelmed her senses.

As the powerful contractions began to subside, Meg slumped forward, her forehead resting against Jeffrey's chest. Her limbs felt like jelly, drained of all strength by the **** of her climax. She panted heavily, struggling to catch her breath as aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through her.

Jeffrey, still hard and aching within her, saw his opportunity. He seized the moment, his hands gripping Meg's hips firmly. With a powerful thrust, he pushed upwards, burying himself even deeper inside her still-quivering depths. Meg gasped, her oversensitive nerves singing with renewed sensation.

Emboldened by her response, Jeffrey established a steady rhythm. He drove into her with long, measured strokes, his hips rising off the mattress to meet her with each thrust. The springs bellow creaked in protest, a metallic counterpoint to their shared moans of pleasure.

Meg's body, still trembling from her recent climax, responded eagerly to Jeffrey's ministrations. Her inner walls clenched around him, drawing him in deeper with each push.

Jeffrey's pace quickened, his breathing becoming ragged as he pounded into her with increasing urgency. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, a primal rhythm that spoke to something deep and instinctual within them both. Sweat beaded on his brow, trickling down his temples as he exerted himself.

Jeffrey's thrusts grew more erratic as he approached his climax. His fingers dug into Meg's hips, pulling her down forcefully onto his shaft as he pushed upwards. She could feel the tension building in his body, the way his muscles coiled tight beneath her.

With a guttural groan, Jeffrey's release overtook him. His hips jerked spasmodically as he emptied himself into the condom. Meg gasped as she felt the latex sheath expand within her, filling with Jeffrey's hot seed. The sensation was still novel, despite having experienced it several times over the past few weeks.

The first time she'd felt a condom swell inside her, Meg had found it strange and somewhat unsettling. But now, she'd grown accustomed to the peculiar feeling. There was something oddly satisfying about sensing Jeffrey's climax so intimately, even with the barrier between them.

As Jeffrey's orgasm subsided, Meg became acutely aware of her insides getting wetter. Her inner walls fluttered around his softening member, and she felt a fresh wave of wetness coating her folds. It was a phenomenon she'd noticed recently - her body responding to Jeffrey's release with its own surge of lubrication. Initially, she'd been puzzled by this reaction. But as it recurred with each encounter, Meg had come to accept it as a normal part of their coupling.

As their breathing began to slow, Meg remained atop Jeffrey, savoring the intimate connection. She could feel his heartbeat gradually returning to normal, the rhythm echoing through her own body. The room was quiet save for their soft pants and the occasional creak of the mattress springs.

Slowly, Meg raised herself up, feeling Jeffrey's softening member slip from her depths. A rush of cool air hit her sensitive flesh, causing her to shiver slightly. She moved carefully, her legs still trembling from the intensity of their coupling.

Jeffrey quickly removed the condom, tying it off and tossing it into the nearby bin with practiced ease.

They both collapsed onto the mattress, spent and satisfied. Jeffrey's arm snaked around Meg's waist, pulling her close. She nestled against him, feeling the warmth of his skin against her back. Her nurse's uniform was rumpled and askew, the skirt hiked up around her waist and the top pulled down to expose one breast.

As they lay there, basking in the afterglow, Meg became acutely aware of Jeffrey's body responding once more. She felt his member beginning to harden against the back of her thigh, the heat of it seeming to sear her skin through the thin fabric of her stockings.

Jeffrey's voice was low and husky in her ear as he whispered, "You know, that box of condoms is still pretty full. I hope my devoted nurse isn't planning on going anywhere for a long time."

His hand trailed along Meg's side, fingers dancing over the rumpled fabric of her nurse's uniform. The touch sent shivers down her spine, rekindling the embers of desire within her. She could feel his member hardening against her thigh, hot and insistent.

Meg twisted in his arms to face him, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh? And just how many treatments does my patient require?" she purred, slipping back into her role.

Jeffrey's lips curved into a roguish grin. "Well, nurse, I'm afraid my condition is quite severe. It might take all night to properly address it." His hand slid down to cup her behind, squeezing gently. "Perhaps even into the morning."

Meg's breath hitched as Jeffrey's fingers dipped between her thighs, finding her still-sensitive flesh. She was surprised to discover how wet she remained, her folds slick and swollen from their earlier activities.

"My my," she breathed, arching into his touch. "It seems i will have to take the night shift."