Nurse Stern…

Sep the 24th 2004 I watched from behind the two-way mirror, unobserved by the man in the examining room, leaning closer to better hear what he was saying to the mannish nurse taking notes. She listened to him and then jotted something on her clipboard. She was austere, like a matron from a women's prison. Her face held no makeup or warmth, her plain white lab coat done up to the neck with sensible shoes over support stockings. Her training appeared nearly military in its commanding attitude, not surprising me when I learned she's served as an army nurse. Her tones were crisp and sure, leaving the man no doubt as to who was in charge in the room. He glanced once to the mirror, but suspected nothing. In a room such as he found himself, a mirror wasn't an uncommon item. I loved this woman's sense of atmosphere. Her authoritative approach to her clients was a joy to behold. I watched with admiration. She ordered him out of his clothes and up onto the examining table. He, after some hesitation, stripped from his suit, taking off his jacket, trousers, starched shirt and tie, folding them carefully over the chair in the room. The Matron tapped her foot impatiently and he hurried a bit. Naked, he hopped up on the table and lay down, closing his eyes and swallowing with trepidation. She ordered him to turn over on his stomach and he complied, his bottom exposed. His buttocks quivered as the stiff jawed nurse caressed it. She gave it a quick slap and he gasped. She did the same thing to the other cheek and he hissed as he drew in breath. She snapped for him to shut up in a deep crisp voice, leaving no doubt who was in charge here. She went over to the cupboard and gathered a few items, on a stainless tray, ready for use. The man on the table kept his eyes stalwartly down, not wanting to know what she had planned. He cringed as he heard the snap when she drew on the latex surgical gloves, knowing what that meant. He felt the cold of the lubricating cream as she slid one lubed finger into the puckered hole. She worked it in and out roughly, the man on the table pushing his body as far as he can into the table in an effort to get away from the assault. The matron yelled at him to be still while she examined him. She told him to spread his legs wider and another of her rubber-gloved fingers pushed its way into his small opening. He screamed and fell silent, trying desperately to wiggle from the invasion. She cranked her fingers in and out of his ass, testing the hole, enlarging it by spreading her fingers apart, pushing in as far as she could ram them, feeling around, checking him. She stroked them in and out repeatedly a number of times. Her client, biting his lip against the onslaught of pain in his rectum, wiggled and tried to move away from her fingers, without success. One final time, she jammed them in hard and held them there, his gasp heard loudly over the speakers here in the observation room. She withdrew them quickly, drew off the glove and made more notes on the forms on her clipboard. He seemed to visibly relax when she withdrew her fingers, but tensed when he heard her moving around behind him. He felt the clamps on his balls, gasping as they were applied. He cringed in pain, trying not to cry out. He tensed up completely when the Matron ordered him over onto his back. He shifted, with some difficulty, to his back; his legs open on the frames supplied on the examining table. He gripped the sides as the matron applied clamps to his nipples, too. He felt rather than saw what she applied to his cock, not being able to believe it. He felt the ring of tight rubber sliding down the smooth skin of his erection, feeling it tighten as it neared the base of his rod. He grimaced as the band grew tighter and tighter. His rock hard cock quickly grew even harder; the skin like marble, so engorged was it. He jutted his hips upward trying to reach the point of orgasm, simply unable to do so, the band preventing it. His balls were a dark color, tight and completely at the Matron's mercy. The Matron flicked at the hard rod, leaving it stinging. The client on the table knew he could withstand little more without exploding, the ring disallowing that particular course of action. Much to his surprise, the homely nurse bent forward and sucked his rod into her mouth, drawing on it like some succulent toy she'd discovered. She was too military about it, but the ring prevented it from deflating to let her know she repulsed him. His cock stood high and straight, her stern mouth working it like a piece of meat. He cringed inside, hating her and hating his own cock for responding to her disgusting ministrations. She kept sucking up and down.... drawing it in and out of his mouth. He strained and cried against the sucking mouth, images slithering through his mind making him ashamed of his own responses. I kept still behind the glass, feeling my own body begin to respond to the ministrations of this woman, her military and commanding way with the male "patient". I watched as she milked his cock with her hand all the while telling him how very imperative it was to daily "release the body" from its "stale fluids". She sounded like a Russian gymnastics teacher and he responded, his cock stretching beyond its normal limits. Finally, as she jerked his rod with her well-greased rubber gloved hand; she stroked long strokes up and down the shaft, coaxing it, milking it. Suddenly she released his cock from its band, snipping it as she stroked him. His already-fully engorged cock exploded and shot thick streams of pearly come out with such force, his back arched up. Strand after strand shot from the cock-hole, his body finally exhausted from the efforts. Just as smartly as she had begun, the matron, without speaking again to the male, washed her hands at the sink and left the room abruptly.