Testing her limits

One day the doctor beckoned her into the room and gestured to the middle-aged man lying on the examination table. His body was naked from the waist down, but Johanna was a professional nurse, so she pushed aside any feelings of discomfort. "Please come here, Johanna," the doctor said, his voice stern. "Mr Doe here has erectile dysfunction, we need to see if stimulating his penis still works." The doctor's words sent a shiver down her spine. "I'm going to need you to give him a hand job," he continued, as if it were a common occurrence. Despite the **** clouding her mind, something felt wrong, but then the doctor added mockingly, "Or are you a bad girl?" That was all it took for her to succumb to his words. Johanna dropped to her knees and began to massage the old stranger's penis with her hands, slowly at first until it began to grow under her touch. With each stroke it felt more and more right until she realised that she was actually enjoying this task. Why had she thought it was wrong?

Her hands quickened in anticipation of what was to come. Suddenly, the man's cock spasmed and a huge stream of hot, sticky cum poured from the tip, cascading over her hands and dripping onto the floor. The sensation took her by surprise and sent a wave of pleasure through her entire body. There was something strangely satisfying about being covered in a man's cum.

"You're a good girl, Joanna, you can go and disinfect your hands now," the doctor said, sending her out of the room. As if nothing had happened.