Massage his cock with my breasts

‘I think the patient needs a massage,’ Wolfman32 writes. I raise my eyebrow questioningly.

‘I think you need to massage his cock with your tits,’ comes the response. Then: ‘Best cure for blue balls’. I grin teasingly and then walk slowly all around my ‘patient’.

Bereft of my starched cotton uniform and lacy white bra, I am still dressed in virginal white stockings, suspenders and thong panties. I also still have my high heels, making my slender 5’2” frame seem leggier than it would in reality be. I also still have my little white nurse’s hat, holding in place my platinum blonde locks and continuing to maintain the illusion of my role.

Against all this white lingerie, my tanned skin looks exotic and inviting and so I parade and tease for as long as I can.

Finally, I am ready. I face the camera and smile coquettishly, massaging my soft young teenage breasts. I pluck at the nipples, as if they were not hard enough already and then reach onto a nearby shelf to retrieve the always useful massage oil. I dribble this onto my palms and apply it to my breasts, making them slick and shiney. I observe many smutty words of encouragement making their way up the screen. Finally, I reach down and take ‘Big John’s rubber cock in my hand, massaging oil into its unyielding ‘flesh’.

This done, I bend over my ‘patient’, cupping my breasts and maintaining a cleavage for the webcam viewers. Then slide his hardness between my slick oily titties and let out a little ‘O’ of pleasure. Surreptitiously I flick on the ‘vibrate’ function on the sex toy’s cock, so that it is in reality massaging my sensitive flesh, whilst it appears that I am massaging ‘his’. My desire, as I ease my breasts up and down the vibrating length, must clearly visible because the screen has lit up with all manner of perverted commentary on my performance. A gorgeous 18 year old, still blissfully naive to many of the dangers of the world, I revel in their flattery; their excitement becomes my excitement.

‘Ride ‘im, cowgirl’, comes Wolfman32’s next instruction. Somehow this one stands out amongst the blur of other messages. [Cowgirl? I thought I was a nurse today! Still I file the fantasy away for another, picturing myself as a sort of Jess from Toy Story. Woody indeed!]

But I realise what Wolfman is asking, so still in the role, I carefully step back from the patient, listen to his cock through my stethoscope and feign concern. Then I come round in front of the patient, bend down and away from the webcam, before slowly pulling down my panties and wiggling my ass at the camera.

This task completed, I straddle ‘Big John’ and proceed to massage his vibrating cock again - this time with my warm pussy. Sliding up and down his hard length, I am aware that my viewers are seeing my body in profile, my breasts bouncing and falling in sympathetic motion with my body’s rise and fall; my golden legs still clad in white stockings, which are in turn still held up my sexy sussies.

A change in the pitch of the buzz from Big John’s cock informs me that he is about to blow. I don’t particularly want whipped cream up my pussy (unless somebody is prepared to lick it out that is), as I can think of much nicer places to put it. So, without waiting for instructions from my viewing public, this time, I swiftly change ends.

Fortunately, John’s mouth, which I am now straddling, is also equipped with a vibrate feature – as well as a pleasantly intrusive tongue (this is the deluxe version after all). Soon I am back where I left off, enjoying the pleasant vibrations around my nether regions. I bend low over the rubber cock. I have switched off the vibrate function to preserve my teeth and am now optimistically awaiting for a surge of sweet-tasting cream to enter my mouth.

Bedore this happens, I feel my body begin to tremble uncontrollably as my orgasm begins to take me over. I find myself gasping in undeniable pleasure. I hear myself cry out loudly and long as I straighten, my hips bucking on the sex-toy’s mouth, my hands grasping and clawing at my breasts.

“Oh! Oh! OHH!” the pleasure is unbelievable. I had not realised that I was containing this much pent up lust. As I cry out, blissfully unaware of anything except my own need, I rip the little nurses hat from my head, letting my platinum blonde hair tumble free. As I shake my head in delirium.

As wave after wave of blissful pleasure gently subsides, I am aware that ‘John’s cock still awaits. I sink back towards it, prepared for my reward, when suddenly:

“What the hell is going on here?” demands a voice from inside the room.

I look up suddenly in shock and it is at that moment that Big John’s cock chooses to empty half a pint of whipped cream into my surprised face.