Nurse's Orders

by Penny Birch

‘Were you thinking about what he was saying?’

  ‘Yeah, I was, as it goes. You should lighten up. It would have been good.’

  ‘You would have done it? Held me while he sodomised me?’

  ‘Not if you didn’t want it. But yeah, I’d like to hold you and watch you get your arsehole fucked…Yeah, I would. Come on, get sucking.’

  ‘No. Not with him out there.’

  ‘All right. We’ll go somewhere else, yeah? But I’ve got to have it, Gabby, I was that close.’

  ‘If you really have to, but go.’

  ‘Yeah, sure. Still, you’ve got to admit, Gabby, if you go around with your arsehole creamy all the time, you can only expect blokes to want to bugger you. I mean, talk about a fucking invitation!’

  ‘It is not an invitation! You know why I cream my bottom-hole.’

  He gave a snort of laugher. I’d already pulled up my panties and tights as we spoke and was smoothing down my skirt. I was still shaking a little but it was dying down, leaving me with my arousal and confusion. My pussy was soaking, but I was absolutely certain I had not wanted the man’s penis up my bottom. That didn’t stop me thinking about it, and how it would have felt to have my anus stretched around his intruding shaft, to hear him grunt and pant as he sodomised me, to feel his sperm splash over me as he came between my buttocks and over my sex, what he’d called a cream pie.

  I sat silent, looking out of the window as Monty pulled out of the car park and turned on to a main road. What had happened had certainly opened my eyes, and made me realise that voyeuristic sex was not simple and certainly not just a case of dirty old men peeping at unwilling women. Monty was right, too; nobody without direct experience had the right to theorise. I now had that right, some right anyway, but for me the experience had been entirely too personal. Showing off was one thing, having a strange man with an erect cock say he wanted me held down so he could rape me anally was another. He’d treated me like a piece of meat as well, barely speaking to me, except to call me a bitch. Even his agonisingly intrusive comments on my body had been addressed to Monty.

  What I needed was a drink and a cuddle, something to reassure me that people, and men in particular, could actually be caring. What I didn’t want was to spend the night on my own. So I suggested to Monty that we return to my flat, with the unspoken admission that once there I would provide for him sexually.

  It began to snow as we pulled on to the M4, big, heavy flakes falling from the windless air and swirling around the car. Monty slowed, concentrating on the road and the traffic, leaving me to huddle into myself, thinking about nakedness and the fine balance between erotic display and sexual vulnerability.

  Conditions grew steadily worse, and I was relieved when we finally stopped, parking in an alley no more than a couple of hundred yards from my flat. It was gone midnight and the snow was thick on the pavement, the other cars and the high, blank wall beside us.

  ‘How about here?’ Monty asked as he turned the ignition off.

  ‘Sex? Here?’

  ‘Yeah. You’ve got me into doing it in the car now.’

  ‘I think not…’

  ‘Come on, Gabby, there’s no one about, and I really fancy it. I just keep thinking of how you looked sucking on my cock with your tights and panties pulled down.’

  He had leaned towards me as we spoke, and suddenly twisted the chair control, spilling me backwards. I squeaked in surprise, and the next moment he was leaning over me, kissing at my face, his fat hand groping for the hem of my skirt.

  ‘In the flat, please,’ I managed, pushing back at him.

  ‘Come on,’ he urged, his fingers fumbling between my legs to rub my sex through my tights.

  ‘No,’ I answered him. ‘Please, Monty. It will be better indoors. I will put on a pinny if you wish, and serve you.’

  ‘Sure,’ he said, ‘but at least I’m going to have your knickers down again, right now. You can walk home like that, bare under your skirt, bare and hot, ’cause I’m going to give you that spanking.’

  ‘What spanking?’ I squeaked.

  ‘The one I was going to give you over the bonnet,’ he said. ‘Come on, Gabby, it’s been weeks since that cute little arse got a good whacking.’

  ‘No, please!’ I gasped, but he was already grappling, me, pulling me by the arm to force me to roll face down. ‘Monty, no, not a spanking.’

  ‘Yes, a spanking,’ he said firmly. ‘You need it.’

  ‘No, I do not!’

  ‘Oh, yes, you do! Come on, over!’

  ‘Ow!’

  I was being turned and there was nothing I could do against his strength and weight. I tried anyway, kicking and squirming as I was forced slowly over on to my belly. My struggles only encouraged him, but when I finally managed to inject some anger into my voice he stopped. He held on though, with me pushed down and his hand gripping my skirt.

  ‘Ah, come on, Gabby, don’t be a spoilsport,’ he whined.

  ‘I am not!’ I answered. ‘It is just that I don’t want to be spanked. Why do you always have to spank me?’

  ‘You know why. Your bum’s so cute and you wriggle so nicely. Look, I’ll tell you what. Let me spank you and you can do your business in your nappy before bed and I’ll change you. How’s that?’

  ‘I’m not really in the mood for that,’ I told him. ‘I feel a bit insecure, after that man.’

  ‘Don’t worry about it. Come on, cheer up.’

  ‘It is not…Ow!’

  He’d smacked me full across my bottom. The next instant his weight was on my back, crushing me into the seat and knocking the breath from my body. I gasped, struggling beneath him as he wrenched at my skirt, tugging it high to plant another slap on the seat of my tights.

  ‘No!’ I squealed. ‘Monty!’

  He just laughed, snatched at the rear of my tights and jerked them down, panties and all, halfway down my bottom. I felt the cold air on my skin and struggled harder still, writhing in his grip as he took a firm hold on my panties and pushed them low, taking my tights with them to lay bare my bottom.

  ‘Got you!’ He laughed happily.

  ‘Please, no, not again…’ I managed, but he only laughed and set to work.

  I gave in totally, too fragile, too submissive to really fight him. He really spanked me too, smacking away at my cheeks open-handed and laughing as he did it. All the while I was kicking my legs in frantic reaction and wriggling my bottom in a desperate, futile effort to escape the pain. It only made him worse, his laughter growing as he beat me, aiming the smacks to make my cheeks part and show off my bottom-hole, or up under them to bring the blood to my pussy. It got me too, my sex growing urgent even as the tears welled up in my eyes, until they finally broke, and I burst out sobbing, even as he stopped to slide one fat finger into my sex from the rear.

  ‘You’re sopping, you little liar!’ he said. ‘You love it, don’t you?’

  I shook my head in hopeless denial, knowing full well that he would never understand how much I could hate it despite the reaction it caused in me. He gave me another pat, then another, harder.

  ‘No, please, enough,’ I gasped.

  ‘Can I fuck you, then?’

  ‘Yes…you know you can. In my flat.’

  ‘No, here, like this, from behind, with your hot little arse in my lap.’

  ‘No, in bed…’

  ‘No? More spankies, then.’

  He began to spank again, laying in gently at first, then harder, until I’d started to squeal and kick, begging him to stop. He did.

  ‘Well?’ he demanded.

  ‘OK,’ I sighed. ‘If you have to. I surrender.’

  ‘Sensible girl. You do look good like that, Gabby. Nothing like a bare red bum for a girl, is there? Are you hot?’

  I nodded miserably. It was true. My whole bottom was burning, and felt unnaturally big and swollen.

  ‘Maybe I should cool you off,’ he said and I heard the purr of the window going down.

  ‘Hey, I’m bare!’ I p
rotested, only for my words to turn to a squeak of shock as a handful of snow was slapped on to my bottom.

  ‘Here we are,’ he said, ‘just the thing for a spanked girl, eh?’

  I answered with a sigh. The snow was freezing cold but immensely soothing, easing the hot pain of my spanking. He began to rub, letting it melt on my cheeks and run down between them, making me gasp again as a runnel of ice-water touched my bottom-hole. He took a second handful, then rolled the window up before slapping it on to my bottom. His fingers delved down between my cheeks, spreading them, and more snow fell down between, on to my bottom-hole and also my pussy.

  ‘You rub it,’ he said, ‘and pay plenty of attention to the starfish, while I wank up.’

  I nodded in meek acceptance, reaching back to stroke my bottom, rubbing the cold snow over my cheeks. It was melting fast and dribbling down into my tights and panties, under my tummy too. I didn’t care, content to soothe myself and wait for Monty to take me.

  He had his cock out, wanking as he watched me play with my bottom. I put my second hand back to spread my cheeks, making a show of my bottom-hole, the way he liked me to. He grunted in satisfaction and the slapping sound of him pulling at his cock grew faster. I lifted my bottom and turned a little, allowing one finger to touch my anus, tickling, until my ring began to twitch.

  ‘Oh, you do not know what you do to me, you dirty little bitch,’ he moaned. ‘Such a cute arsehole, and you will not let me fuck it! Right, here I come.’

  He moved to climb on top of me, his fat legs spreading over my thighs to push me down into the seat, my bottom bare to him, to his cock. I felt his knuckles as he adjusted himself, then the hot, fleshy shaft as he pressed it between my buttocks.

  ‘Ah, nice…your bum’s all cold on my cock,’ he sighed. ‘Come on, stick it up, I’m going to fuck you.’

  He took my hips, pulling at me to force my bottom up. As my cheeks spread I felt his cock go down between them, the head in my crease, sliding down, over my anus to my vagina, and in. He grunted as his cock filled me and began to push, humping himself on to my bottom, each time jamming me down into the seat. I could only take it, panting and breathless under his weight, with his balls slapping on my thighs.

  ‘Nice,’ he groaned. ‘You are so juicy, so sloppy…I’m going to rub in your slit for a bit.’

  He pulled out, laying his slimy cock back between my buttocks to rub himself on my flesh. I kept my bottom stuck up, enjoying the feel of his erection.

  ‘Come on, frig off,’ he urged. ‘I love it when you come with my cock in your cunt.’

  He lifted and I slid my hand down under my tummy, resigning myself to masturbating as he used me. I knew he wouldn’t stop until he came anyway, and I was wet and urgent, while the windows were caked with snow, making it impossible to see into our dark, cosy nest.

  ‘Yeah, that’s my girl, dirty slut,’ he drawled as I began to rub at myself.

  I was so turned on that there was wet on the seat under my pussy, and not just water from the snow, but moist and sticky juice against my fingers as I began to masturbate. Taking hold of my bottom, Monty spread my cheeks and went back to rubbing in my crease, only to suddenly dip down and slide himself up into my vagina.

  ‘I need more cunt-cream,’ he said. ‘I want to slime it right up your crease.’

  He was holding his cock, dipping it into my open hole to pull out juice and smear it on to my anus. His cock-head was rubbing against the most sensitive areas of my skin, firm and slimy with my own juice, making me want to rub harder, to come with his cock pressing to my flesh, or rubbing between my buttocks, or up my pussy, any way he wanted it.

  I could feel it starting, a bubble of pleasure growing slowly in my head as I began to wriggle my bottom, to get more contact with his lovely cock. He went up me again, deep, only to pull out, to rub his load of juice up between my bottom-cheeks, on to my anus, and push…

  ‘Monty!’ I gasped.

  It was too late. My bottom-hole had already begun to pulse with the onset of orgasm, and maybe I was just too loose, from the way the girls had treated me. Before I really knew it, the head of his cock was in my anus, stretching out my ring, piercing me, until with a sudden stab of pain it was in, the whole, fat penis-head inside my rectum, with my sphincter clamped tight on the neck.

  ‘Sorry, Gabrielle,’ he said, and pushed.

  I gasped as his cock was forced up my bottom, a wordless cry of indignation and helplessness. I was slimy, too loose to stop him physically, and too high on my surrender to really fight. So up it went, jammed inch by inch into my straining rectum to the sound of my panting, gasps and grunts. I could only lie there, gaping, my fingers still deep between my sex-lips, my clitoris still twitching in anticipation of the orgasm he had broken by invading my anus.

  He put it right up, until I could feel the coarse brush of his pubic hair between my spread buttocks and the weight of his balls lying between my thighs. His belly was pushed hard against me too, spread out over my bottom and lower back to envelop me in fat, soft flesh, all of it centred on the cock in my rectum.

  I felt bloated, breathless, out of control, utterly overwhelmed. He felt huge inside me, filling not just my poor bottom but my whole body, right up to my head, as if I were no more than a doll, stuffed full of thick male penis. My mouth had come wide, and as he began to move inside me, it came wider still, agape in mindless reaction to my sodomy.

  ‘That is good,’ he sighed, ‘so good. You do not know, Gabrielle, how many times I’ve imagined putting my cock up your arse, and now it is. I’m going to bugger you until I spunk right up your dirty little hole!’

  His pushes had grown faster as he spoke, until I was gasping and panting beneath him, my head a whorl of emotions, all centred on my straining bottom-hole. It did hurt a bit, but I was greasy, open. Maybe the girls had stretched me, because there wasn’t the agony I’d expected, only a dull throb and the extraordinary bloated feeling of having a penis in my bottom.

  It was just as emotional too, my first time, and my tears were coming even as I started to push my bottom up to meet his thrusts. I was being sodomised, buggered, my anal virginity gone, and there was nothing I could do but take it and react. Without really knowing it my fingers had begun to work on my pussy again, in absolute, final surrender to what was being done to me. Monty felt the change and chuckled.

  ‘That’s it, frig, you dirty bitch,’ he gasped, ‘frig while I’m up your arsehole. Come while I’m in you, and I’ll spunk in your dirt-box while you’re still coming. Do it, you little bitch, now!’

  I didn’t need telling. I’d been close before, and I was coming almost immediately, his filthy words ringing in my head as I masturbated, harder, faster, while I panted out my emotions to the cock being jammed into me, ever deeper, ever more firmly, bloated out my rectum like a full load, filling me with desperation, helplessness, surrender…

  ‘I’m coming!’ I gasped as I felt my contractions kick in.

  My anus locked on his cock as it hit me. My mouth came open in a scream of uncontrollable ecstasy and I was coming, bucking and writhing beneath his weight, pushing my bottom up and squirming it into his crotch, indifferent to the sudden growing pain as he hammered himself into me, deep and hard, grunted and came himself, filling my rectum with sperm even as I cried out in the rapture of my second peak.

  He kept on pumping, emptying himself up my bottom, even as I went slowly limp beneath him. Exhaustion swept over me, mental and physical. I felt him pull out, his cock leaving my bottom-hole to close slowly, sore and dribbling sperm, a cream pie, just as the voyeur had threatened to give me.

  Monty rolled off me and began to clean up, using tissues from my bag. I lay still, feeling very, very emotional. I had every right to. I’d been sodomised, sat on and buggered, a big, fat cock forced up my bottom. The evidence was still oozing out of my poor, aching hole and down over my sex. I could find nothing to say and no energy to rise, my head spinning in confusion, tears rolling slowly down my chee
ks.

  ‘How d’you feel?’ Monty finally asked.

  My answer was a sob.

  ‘Lighten up,’ he said. ‘You got your kicks, yeah? No bollocks, Gabby, I felt your arsehole clench.’

  ‘I’m sore,’ I answered him.

  He laughed. I heard the purr of the window motor and turned, wondering what the hell he thought he was doing, with me still lying there with my bottom bare. What I saw was him scooping up a big handful of fresh snow, which an instant later had been slapped on to my bare behind and rubbed well in between my cheeks. I managed a gasp of protest as the shock of the cold hit me but, as always, he took no notice.

  ‘Must you?’ I managed as he began to rub it directly against my aching bottom-hole.

  ‘Relax, it’ll cool you down,’ he said. ‘Hey, no need to look so sulky, yeah? Every girl gets one up the arse in the end. It’s nothing to get in a state over. It’s just a laugh. Hey, you’ll love this.’

  Another handful of snow was slapped on to my bottom, a big one. A third followed, piled up on the rest.

  ‘Stay still,’ he ordered as I turned to remonstrate.

  He’d grabbed my panties, and pulled them up, over the snow. He laughed at my indignant gasp, and squashed out the bulge against my flesh. Taking my tights, he pulled them up too, and gave me another slap before tugging my skirt down.

  ‘Do you look like you’ve filled your panties or what?’ He laughed. ‘Come on, you can walk back like that. What an evening, eh? What a laugh!’

  Eight

  Monty had to go. He had sodomised me, more or less forcibly, and come up my bottom. That was bad enough, but totally unacceptable was the way he had thought it was so, so funny. It was simply too much. The sex I could take; the lack of comfort and the cruelty, I couldn’t. I needed somebody caring who would look after me, and if they really felt I needed punishment, or to be sodomised for that matter, at least to cuddle me afterwards. He needed somebody tougher than me, somebody for whom becoming sexually aroused was not so closely linked to a need to surrender herself to her partner. He had also broken our original agreement – or, more exactly, it had broken down. True, it was my own decision not to continue to demand that he be my nurse, but he had carried on indulging his own fantasies, using me as a sex object.