The Check Up

William was impressed by how difficult it was convincing Miranda to remain in his family’s service but like everything else in the world he found a solution. Obviously, he could simply **** the nurse into his services but that was hardly fun especially with the Perverted Baron hovering over him like a moth to flame.

It would be an insult not to use the spirit’s powers to his advantage while he still had it and so he struck hard and fast, ensuring Miranda understood what was going to happen. The subtle threat towards her family was enough to bring the young woman to heel and now here they are alone in her bedroom. Her family had left for the day with her mother at work and her sister in class while leaving Miranda to go about her own duties within the estate.

Yet here they were enjoying the relative comfort of her bedroom, the Lord of York admiring the various photographs and awards displayed on the walls. Their low quality was a gentle reminder of how the other side lives and how easily it was to keep her at his side. The Perverted Baron merely pushed the idea into her mind, convincing her into accepting his deal- her family’s continued shelter within his home for her services. All things considered she could do worse than serving a noble family though not to the capacity expected of her.

Suddenly William felt a cool hand brush against his shoulder, signaling him to turn and face the spirit that had been his companion for many years. The spirit’s bloody appearance was meant to be frightening yet after decades the young man had grown accustomed to the horrifying visage of the Perverted Baron.

“You’re going to enjoy this.” The spirit spoke playfully, his voice soft to the point of whispers, dancing around in joy before gesturing for the new Lord to turn towards the opening bathroom door.

Reacting quickly William was stunned into silence looking at Miranda’s appearance now divesting her heavy layers of clothing worn to stay warm in the cold weather. Her scrubs left in the bathroom and her hair undone, leaving her wearing a mere black tank top and red-gray panties clung tightly around her flesh.

Admiring the sight before him William was at a loss for words, being unable to understand why Miranda had chosen to hide her beauty behind such a boring style. Her gorgeous face untouched by the various beauty products he had seen women wear and her dark hair naturally flowing down to her shoulders. The black tank top clung to her body the same way as her panties, making it clear that she had chosen to forgo a bra underneath by outlining her nipples through the thin fabric of the top.

Nervously she emerged, causing William to notice the Baron’s spirit appearing behind her in awe of what he sees. His thumbs pointed up in approval, a smile forming on his blood lips before he swung the palm of his hand against Miranda’s exposed ass.

William noticed how she clenched her fist and adjusted her panties after the strike as though the spirit’s strike had affected her physical body. Her reaction naturally caused the young Lord to be curious not because of her reaction but because of the method itself.

“Well?” She asked, drawing William’s attention back towards the exposed nurse before him and noticing her beauty once more.

“Come closer.” He beckoned, wiggling his fingers as she stepped forward and William did the same until they met in front of her bed.

Leaning forward without thinking he kissed Miranda in the lips, tasting her soft flesh against his own and marveling at her reaction to the kiss.

She didn’t back away or recoil in disgust but instead merely leaned forward as well and returned the kiss, locking the two in lovemaking. His hand wrapped around her waist without thinking, grabbing her soft ass cheeks and causing her to groan in shock. Her deep brown eyes widened from the action, yet she did not resist but instead wrapped her arms around his shoulders and continued.

Without thinking he shifted her towards the edge of her bed and guided her body into a seated position on top of the mattress. His hand never left her waist until he was sure she was properly seated and then he grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled up without warning, exposing her belly and soon her breasts to the heated bedroom air.

Halting his kisses for a moment to admire the topless nurse before him he tossed the dark top to the far corner of the room before slowly falling forward and causing Miranda to lean back in kind until her back touched her mattress. His eyes admiring her hardened dark nipples as he removed his own shirt and joined her on top of the mattress to continue their love making.

There she saw Lord William’s chiseled abs; his strong muscles developed from years of training and exercise. His pale skin unblemished by a hard life and yet for some inexplicable reason she wanted to see more of the Lord’s form having found the entire situation ridiculous.

Here she was making love to the son of her former employer like it was a soap opera complete with ****. The type of show her mother would watch, minus the nudity of course, and yet Miranda was enjoying every minute of it.

Reaching up, she undid the Lord’s pants, causing him to switch positions so that Miranda was on top and he was laying on the mattress.

“Take off my pants.” He ordered, expecting Miranda to complete his command swiftly only to find her slowly making her way down and pulling his trousers down from the waistline.

For every inch of his skin shown she kisses slowly but surely for several long agonizing minutes until finally she stops at the ankles and abruptly pulls his pants completely off. The hair of his legs stood up from the sudden rush of air while Miranda crawled back onto bed and made her way forward. Her dark brown eyes noting the large tent forming beneath his boxers and naturally saw an opportunity to please him further.

“Shall I relieve you of your boxers my Lord?” She asked politely using her best English Accent in place of her own.

Chuckling at her accent he found himself enjoying the sight of a beautiful woman hovering over his crotch wearing nothing but their underwear. It was every hot, hetero man’s dreams to be in this position though preferably without a spirit watching over the two. His mind questioning whether Miranda was doing this of her own sound mind or was this the spirit whispering into her ear once more? Was he immune to such influences as well? Did it even matter at this rate?

The answer was no, and he made it a point to enjoy himself by allowing Miranda to slowly pull his boxers off and enjoyed how she reacted to the sight of his growing cock. Her face said it all when her mask of confidence dropped completely and her shyness returned gapping at the large cock before her.

It was clear she had been nude before and may no longer be a virgin, but it was clear that she had never seen something quite as large before. Understandable, several of his previous partners said the same thing throughout the years though it was clear the Perverted Baron was also enjoying Miranda’s expression. His invisible fingers brushed against her hair in a way that would be likened to the way air blows.

“Nurse I’m feeling a bit of build up down there. Won’t you help me?” He teased, striking at Miranda’s weakness before she had a chance to properly respond to the sight. “Suck out the poison before it becomes too late.”

Attempting to regain control Miranda leaned down and teased him by touching the tip of his cock before answering “I’m pretty sure it won’t be poison I’ll be sucking out.”

Laughing, William leaned forward quickly and grabbed Miranda by the back of her head, leaving little doubt about his plans. Thankfully he allowed the nurse a moment to breathe before pushing her head down the length of his cock, her inexperience showing as she quickly gagged and tapped her hand against his leg for mercy.

Allowing her to breathe after a few second Miranda lifted her head gasping for air, shooting William a dirty look he was all too familiar with. Her drool running down the length of his cock while he looked at her with an arrogant smirk that could rival his own father.

“You didn’t think this was just going to be a make out, did you?” He asked with savage glee, “Relax your throat next time. For now, I want you to stroke it until it’s hard and then go down again. Waiting on you Nurse Rivera, the longer you make me wait the longer I’ll be here.”

Left with **** she grasped the base of his cock in one hand and marveled at how big it was compared to her clenched hand. Enough for Miranda to wonder if she needed both hands to stroke him or if she should stick with a single hand just for the effect it would have on the naked Lord.

She knew that a simple handjob and even a blowjob wasn’t enough to satisfy a man like Lord William York, so the only question now is what does he have in store once she’s done?

What’s in Store?

A) Her Pleasure

B) Sex

C) Negotiations

D) Restraints

E) Ghost Time

F) Change of Scenery

G) Other (Idea)