I was dressed in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, trying to look sloppy by design, so that when I surprised him with the sexy nurse costume the contrast would be even greater.
Ushering him straight over to the couch, I asked, “Would you like something to drink, wine or beer?”
Tommy shook his head and sat down. “No thanks.”
I slid onto the couch next to him and then nudged him forward a bit so I could slide in behind him and wrap my legs around his waist. My hands started rubbing his back. “You sounded pretty stressed out before. What’s going on?”
Tommy’s muscles slowly began to relax as I began kneading his shoulders. “Alex and Tyler are fighting. And I’m stuck in the middle. Nick’s got something going on that’s making him a real pain in the ass. And the work schedule is insane right now. Tomorrow I have to be in Dallas by 7 AM to do a taping and then a live segment for some morning show. Tyler’s been promoting some charity and he’s working us like slaves lately. This is supposed to be our break in between tours.”
I listened to his problems with one ear while I massaged his back. It was hard to concentrate when I couldn’t stop thinking about getting him naked and cuffed to my bed. It was a good thing he couldn’t see my face. As it was, I could barely keep from grinding my pussy into his back.
“Why are Alex and Tyler fighting?” My hands slid to his lower back and worked along those muscles. They were itching to slip under his shirt, but I held back.
“Oh Liv, that feels good.” He was slowly relaxing. “Alex wants to go to New York for a couple of weeks after Christmas because Lena lives around there somewhere and she has to go back home soon. But we have a lot of shit to do. So, Alex wants the whole band to go to New York to work on our new material. Plus there’s a lot more promotional opportunities there.”
“And Tyler doesn’t want to go?” I asked.
Tommy shook his head. “He knows that Alex just wants to go to see Lena. And everyone but Alex is from Texas. Tyler just wants to stick around his home turf while we’re on break which was always the plan.”
“And?” I prompted.
Tommy continued, “And Nick said he doesn’t give a shit. So, they’re leaving it up to me to decide. No matter what I decide, someone’s gonna be pissed at me. I sort of understand where Alex is coming from, but I rather stay down here. It’s fucking cold up in New York City in the winter. And besides, I have a lot of family and friends down here.”
I stopped rubbing his back for a second. “Yeah. You’ve got friends with benefits down here.”
“You’re right! Fuck that, Alex. He’s just going to have to suck it up.” Tommy leaned back against me pinning me to the couch and effectively stopping my backrub.
I rested my chin on his shoulder. “You should just sit down and try to talk with Alex. Maybe you can come up with some kind of compromise or something.”
Tommy shrugged. “I don’t know. But let’s not talk about it anymore. I’m sure we could think of better things to do…”
I smiled wickedly to myself. “Pass me the remote control. I knew you were dying to watch Leave it to Beaver as soon as you walked in here.”
Tommy sighed. “Livvy, unless this is a pornographic version…”
My hands slipped under his arms and around his chest from my position behind him while I began to nibble at his ear. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Mmm. Okay. Bring on the Beaver then.”
I ignored his suggestive comment and slipped my hands under the bottom of his shirt and running my palms all over his chiseled abs. “Tommy, you’re hot.”
“Why thanks.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“No, that’s not what I mean. You feel a little bit warm. Are you sure you’re not coming down with something? There’s some nasty virus going around right now. And I don’t want to catch it.” Good thing he couldn’t see my face. He had been right; I was a terrible liar.
He tried to hold my hands in place under his shirt. “No, I’m fine. Livvy please don’t stop-“
I pulled my hand out of his shirt and placed it on his forehead. “Uh oh. Tommy, I’ve got a big presentation coming up at work and I just can’t get sick right now. Let me go find my thermometer and check your temperature.”
“No, I swear. I’m okay.” He was starting to sound desperate.
Pushing him off, I stood up. “Your immunity is probably lowered with all the stress you’ve been feeling. You may have caught something. I’ll be right back.”
I heard him mumbling as I headed to the bathroom, ostensibly to locate the thermometer. So far, so good. It may have been cheesy, but he was buying it completely.
Quickly, I pulled my scanty nurse costume out from the bathroom vanity and stripped out of my sweatshirt and pants. After I rolled on the white thigh high stockings, I slipped on the microscopic dress and my red high heels. I added the red belt and then pinned the nurse’s cap to my hair.
It took me a few minutes to tart up my makeup. I finished the effect with a swipe of bright red lipstick. I peered into the mirror and almost balked. Could I go through with this? What if I walked out and Tommy burst out laughing? It was all about attitude. If I wanted this to work, I had to be confident. I squared my shoulders, picked up the thermometer from the sink and marched out the door.
Tommy was leaning back on the couch cushions with a sullen expression on his face. I wished I had a camera to capture the look on his face when he first saw me, but I’ll probably never forget it in my entire life.
“Oh!” His mouth dropped open.
I sashayed slowly across the room shaking the thermometer. “Don’t worry Tommy. I’ll have you feeling better in no time.”
I sat down sideways, perched on the end of his knees and leaned forward to put the thermometer in his mouth. Pretending to study the thermometer, I made sure to give him a good vantage point of my breasts which were pressed together, pushed up and spilling out of the skimpy dress.
Tommy obliged me by ogling my chest while he let me take his temperature. He was playing along. He was going to be putty in my hands.
I pulled the thermometer out and pretended to read it. “Oh, poor baby. You’re burning up. You better come with me to my examining room. I need to find out why you’re so hot.”
Tommy smirked slightly, but he followed me when I stood up and headed to my bedroom. Maybe I needed to tone down the corny lines a bit. I gestured for him to get on my bed, and he climbed up grinning eagerly.
“First you need to get undressed, so I can examine you fully.”
He didn’t hesitate. Within seconds he was tossing his shirt to the side and ripping off his pants. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his beautiful body as he slipped out of his boxers. He was already hard, but I planned to make him a lot harder.
I licked my lips seductively as I slowly strode towards him. “Mmm. Now let’s see if Nurse Olivia can make you feel better.”
Tommy smiled mischievously. “Nurse, I think you need to check my cock.”
Standing next to the bed, inches from his warm skin, I raised an eyebrow. “You should leave the diagnosis to the professionals, Tommy.”
I put my hand on his chest and pushed him backwards against the pillow. “Lie back.”
Tommy fell back against the bed. I placed a knee on the bed and leaned over his supine body. A warm hand landed on the back of my thigh and slid up towards my ass.
I shook my head as I removed his hand. “Tsk. Tsk. You naughty boy. Keep your hands at your sides.”
The moment I climbed onto the bed with him, his hands were back trying to pull me against him. It was a good thing I had decided on getting the handcuffs, Tommy would never let me be in control without them. And I was the one running this show. It was time to lock up his octopus hands and take full control.
I slid off the bed. “I think we have an uncooperative patient. I’m going to have to restrain you.”
Tommy’s eyes grew wide as I pulled the handcuffs out of my nightstand d
rawer. “Wait! Before you put those things on me, Crazy, I want to see the key.”
I frowned as he had stepped out of the fantasy momentarily. “That’s Nurse Crazy, uh, I mean Nurse Olivia. And, of course I have the key.” I held the tiny key up and jiggled it for good measure.
“Okay, Nurse. Carry on, then.” Tommy offered up his wrists to me.
Twirling the handcuffs around my finger, I approached the bed and then climbed up, swinging my left leg over Tommy’s body. I straddled his waist and then crawled up his body until I was sitting on his chest.
I took one of his wrists and snapped the metal cuff around it. Then I leaned forward, making sure my breasts came tantalizingly close to his face, and pulled his hand over his head as I looped the other cuff through the iron bars of my headboard. I pushed his other wrist into the remaining cuff and heard the metallic click as it snapped shut.
Seeing Tommy restrained filled me with a strange sense of power. I felt a surge of adrenaline that seemed to hum in my veins. It was time to have my way with him.
I scooted down his body so that my lips could capture his mouth. My tongue slid inside his mouth and sensually explored. The metal of the cuffs clanked above our heads as our kiss deepened. My pulse quickened and my stomach tightened with desire as my body responded to our fiery kiss. Even with Tommy shackled and flattened underneath me, his kiss had the power to control me. It left me dizzy with need and lit my insides on fire.
I was panting slightly as I pulled away from the overpowering kiss. To cover up my utter weakness when it came to him, I began feathering kisses all over his body. A gentle suck on his neck. A light kiss on his shoulder as my hair spilled over his chest. My lips slid across his pecs and my tongue reached out to taste his nipple.
For the next five minutes, my mouth explored every part of his upper body while it slowly moved closer and closer to his straining cock. I was, in fact, working myself up into quite a horny state, so much so that when I peeked up at Tommy through my eyelashes, I was dismayed. His eyes were closed and he looked quite peaceful. Not like he was ready to explode, like I felt. Jesus, could he be sleeping?
I slid my body further south, making sure to drag my hardened nipples across his smooth skin. Kneeling between his legs, I looked up and was relieved to see him watching me. He was awake and he was certainly not unaffected.
I maintained eye contact as my lips wrapped around his balls and sucked gently. Oh, he definitely liked that! My fingernails scraped lightly all over his skin, touching everywhere but his cock. He was beginning to squirm slightly, his cuffs clanging softly against the headboard.
His eyes were cloudy with passion as I continued my delicate torture. Finally, I was ready to give his cock some attention.
“Mmmmm.” Tommy approved when my mouth slid over his cock. I spent a few moments working it, concentrating mainly on the head, but occasionally sucking the entire shaft into my mouth. When I could feel his hips rising slightly to press his cock deeper into my mouth, I knew he was ready for the next step.
After one final pass of my mouth on his cock, I sat up. Tommy was watching my every move. I straddled his waist again and returned his gaze. What I did next was not a part of my plan, but I was aching to be touched. My hands slid up the white dress and I fondled my breasts. There was a stinging ache focused in my nipples that needed relief. I pulled at my hardened nubs through the thin fabric of the costume, but that only caused my pussy to throb with demand.
I moaned and rubbed my pussy against Tommy’s stomach. The handcuffs rattled, but Tommy could not relieve me. But his tongue was free. I could feel my juices slickening his skin at the mere thought of his tongue pleasuring me so intimately. I groaned again as my fingers pushed aside my short dress so Tommy could see everything.
My head rolled back as I touched my swollen sex. I was so hot and so wet that my fingers slipped right inside my grasping pussy. I sat up on my knees and began circling my fingers all around my sensitive clit. Tommy strained against the handcuffs as he watched me masturbating, and my moans of pleasure were not exaggerated.
After only a minute of intense stimulation of my clit, I began sliding a finger in and out of my pussy. I added a second finger when the pressure began to build. When I felt I was about to orgasm, I stopped and withdrew my hand. I pressed my pussy against Tommy’s stomach as I leaned forward and traced my finger over Tommy’s lips. The musky scent of the juices on my finger hung in the air between us.
Tommy’s lips opened and I pressed my fingers into his mouth. I gasped when he sucked on them; it felt as if I was about to cum right then. I had veered wildly off course, but at that point, all I knew was that I needed that mouth on my sex.
I slid up his body and removed my fingers from his mouth, replacing them with my pussy. I whimpered at the overwhelming sensation when his tongue slid through me. I pressed hard against his face as I had already so near the edge. It only took about a minute for his lips and tongue and teeth to reduce me to a quivering mass. I could feel more warm juices flood through my core as the climax overtook me. I cried out as the release washed wave after wave of intense pleasure over me. Tommy slowed his pace, pressing his tongue deep into my pussy.
The orgasm was wonderful. I sat on his face for a moment before I snapped out of my euphoric daze and climbed off of him. I felt my face flaming a bright red. He was restrained. I was supposed to be giving him pleasure.
My legs felt shaky, but I got off the bed and opened up the nightstand drawer. I pulled out the pink latex glove and made a show of putting it on my hand and snapping them into place. I looked through the drawer and located the lubricant. Tommy watched closely, no emotion showing on his face. The quick rise and fall of his chest made me think that he was fairly excited though.
I kicked off my heels this time and climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs again.
I stroked his rock hard cock with my hand. “I think you’re properly prepped now. It’s time for your exam. Just lie back and relax.”
I peeked at Tommy as I squeezed some lubricant onto the fingers of the latex glove. He seemed pretty unfazed. Grabbing the base of his shaft with my ungloved hand, I began sucking on his cock again. I treated him to a variety of my favorite techniques, mostly learned from the pages of a women’s magazine. Techniques like the ‘twist’, which I had added my own personal flair to and the lipstick trick where I rubbed the tip of his cock back and forth against my moistened lips.
He seemed to be appreciating my hard work. When he was grunting his pleasure with regularity, I decided to make my move. While I continued catering to his cock, my gloved hand that had been fondling his balls slipped lower. My finger slid down his sack and gently massaged the smooth skin of his perineum.
His groans grew throatier. Slowly, I worked my way towards his tight hole. I massaged all around it, spreading the lube. When he didn’t protest, I slowly pressed a fingertip inside. His moan was long and I could taste some fluids already leaking from the tip of his cock. It took all my concentration to keep my mouth working efficiently on his cock while I slowly slid my finger inside of him.
A combination of a growl and a cry escaped his throat as I pushed my finger in deeper. The cuffs rattled, metal on metal. I squeezed the base of his cock with my other hand as I slipped my finger in up to my knuckle. Now he was grunting out my name between panting breaths.
Now if I could find his prostate, I would be gold. Men on the internet had described their orgasms caused by prostate massage as ten times more powerful than a regular one. And getting head during prostate massage was indescribably fantastic. That’s how I wanted Tommy to feel. That’s what I wanted to give to him.
I crooked my finger and felt for where the prostate was supposed to be located. I hoped like hell that I was doing this all right, but Tommy’s response was so far better than I had expected. When I started rubbing internally, I was fairly certain it was working.
His cock was already dripping with fluid and he was physically shakin
g. And from my strangled sounding name coming from his lips, he knew exactly who was making him feel this way.
I probably only massaged for thirty seconds before I felt his cock begin to pulse against my hand and in my mouth. I barely registered the string of profanities that he cried out as he shook with his orgasm, because he was coming so hard. There was no way I could keep up with the load that was erupting from him.
I took two swallows and then abandoned his cock allowing him to unload on my breasts. My eyes widened as he continued to release hot cum all over my chest; I had never seen a man spewing for so long. When he finished, his whole body was shaking. Holy shit, I fucking pulled it off!
I gently slipped my finger out and pulled off the glove, inside out, and tossed it aside. I grabbed a tissue off the nightstand and cleaned up the mess on my chest while he watched. Climbing up next to his spent body, I laid down beside him with my head on his chest. I could feel his heart still racing.
I had never felt so content in my entire life. Knowing I provided that earth-shattering release for him was completely satisfying.
We lay unmoving for quite a while. Finally, Tommy spoke, “What the hell just happened? That was the most intense experience I’ve ever had.”
“Did you like it?” Sure, I admit, I was fishing for compliments.
I heard the handcuffs rattling again. “Like it? Oh my God. There’s no describing it. That’s, uh, I’ve never done that before.”
“I hope that helps you relax a little bit.” I kissed his chest.
He laughed. “Relax? I’m like a limp noodle right now. I couldn’t even move if I wanted to.”
I rolled over to look at him. “Well, you don’t have to go anywhere if you don’t want to. You can stay here tonight.”
“Okay. But, I’ve got to get up pretty early in the morning. I won’t wake you up. I just want to feel you next to me all night. Can we take these cuffs off now? Nurse Olivia is done with her examination, right? I don’t think I could take anymore. Holy shit, Crazy, that was crazy.” He was looking at me with something akin to adoration glowing in his eyes.
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