The Playroom
They returned home from a particularly dull dinner party, eager to salvage
something of the evening.
"I'm not feeling too good, nurse," said the Earl, perfectly healthy. "I think
you should examine me."
"Oh dear, well I think you had better get undressed and lie down and I'll be
with you in a moment." With that the Countess went through to her dressing room
and changed into a short sexy nurse's uniform of blue sheer fabric with a zip
front and a cute little cap. By the time she got back to the bedroom, her
patient was lying naked on the bed.
"Now, Mr Patient," she asked, "what seems to be the trouble?"
"Oh nurse, it's all over my body. Could you examine me thoroughly?"
The nurse began to slide her hands slowly over his chest and arms, massaging his
muscles a little as she investigated. As she bent over him her breasts, which
were barely contained inside the tight uniform, brushed over his chest. She
reached up over his head to adjust an imaginary control and his mouth lay
directly under her cleavage. He kissed the bulging flesh as she took her time
over her adjustments.
She moved down to rub and massage his legs and feet, as they kept up a seductive
conversation about the therapy he was going to need. She told him that the
problem appeared to be with the swelling in his groin and that she would need to
deal with that. Climbing onto the bed, she placed herself astride his legs and
began to very gently stroke his balls, then his swollen penis. She took a lot of
trouble to give it a thorough massage, then explained that there was another
therapy which might help him. Bending slowly forwards, she applied oral therapy
to his troubled part for a long time. She used various techniques from gentle
washing with a warm tongue to a deep suction which seemed to be quite effective.
After this oral therapy the nurse had the patient turn over so she could massage
his back. Resuming her position astride him, she massaged his neck, shoulders
and back, from time to time bending forwards to sweep her comforting breasts
over his naked back.
She dismounted from the bed and found a medical instrument in the bedside
cabinet, which she turned on and began to rub against his buttocks, then push
between his cheeks so that it lay against his anus and testicles.
"That's not painful, is it?" she asked.
"Oh no!" replied the patient, clearly benefiting from the therapy.
The nurse turned her patient over again and applied the instrument to the front
of the scrotum and along the length of the penis.
"I am considering another therapy in this area, but I think I should first give
you something to suck which will make you feel better. I just need to make some
preparations."
She reached under her very short uniform to a tiny G-string. She turned round
and bent down as she slid the pants to the floor, giving the patient a long look
at her naked backside. She returned to the bed and climbed astride once more,
this time facing the bottom of the bed. She carefully positioned herself so that
she could apply the treatment, then encouraged the patient to take the medicine.
"Now, if you would just suck this for a while. Rub your tongue on the whole of
the equipment then, when you're ready, you can concentrate on sucking on the
pink button at the top." She waited patiently while he partook enthusiastically
of this particular therapy.
"Now, if you would like to continue sucking on that a little longer, I should
like to give you another little burst of that oral therapy I used earlier."
Leaning forwards without disturbing the patient's mouthpiece, she applied
further healing strokes with her tongue on the swollen shaft.
While nurse and patient were fully absorbed with the therapy session, the door
of the treatment room burst open. They both looked up to see an astonished
housemaid framed in the doorway.
"Oh my God! I only came to turn the bed down. I thought you was out... Milady!"
Before the Countess had a chance to answer, the girl had gone. She leapt from
the bed and crossed the room in three steps, closing and firmly locking the
door.
"Perhaps we need a set of hospital curtains round the bed," laughed her
husband-patient from his sickbed. "Would you like to resume my therapy now
please, because the swelling is definitely getting worse," he entreated the
pink-cheeked nurse-wife. She made sure that the doors from the corridor into
both dressing rooms and bathrooms were locked, before returning to the bed.
"I'm so sorry, Mr Patient. Where was I?"
"You gave me something to suck during the oral therapy," he reminded her.
"Ah yes, something like this I believe," she said, resuming her earlier posture
over the patient, to continue his treatment. After a little while, she gently
removed herself from the bed. Holding his hand, she adopted a grave expression.
"I think that this is a serious case which requires my special therapy. I should
just get the equipment I need."
The patient lay watching as his nurse put on her latex gloves and reached for a
bottle of a thin gel which she smeared over the fingers of one hand.
"Now you may find this a little strange. If you would like me to stop, please do
say so. Try to relax and I shall be very gentle."
Climbing on to the bed again and placing herself between his legs, she asked him
to bend his knees. Smearing her lubricated fingers round his anus, she began to
press gently on his sphincter ring. His breathing changed and she purred to him,
"Just relax, Mr Patient. A little pressure now. Breathe out and relax."
She slid her index finger a little way into his hole and waited for the muscles
to settle, then began to slide her finger further into him, then in and out
gently. She looked up to check her patient; his eyes were closed and he appeared
to be comfortable. She slid out the finger, then gently pressed into him again
with two fingers, once again sliding in and out. This time he gave a little
moan.
"Some patients find that a little oral therapy helps while this treatment is
being administered. Would you like that?" she asked, still moving her fingers in
and out.
"Oh yes! I think that would make it more effective," he agreed.
Continuing the movement, she took his cock in her other hand, then wrapped her
mouth around the tip. In unison she gently pumped her fingers and sucked and
stroked his cock until her patient was emitting deep moans. Pausing, she looked
up. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No!" came an emphatic reply. She reached down for the equipment she had been
using on him earlier and smeared it with some gel. Gently she eased it in to
replace her fingers. She massaged his cock gently while she settled the
instrument in place then twisted the control until her patient's long "mm"
indicated the setting was correct.
"I need to intensify the therapy now," she told him, then returned her mouth to
its sucking and licking as she twisted and moved the black therapy tool in his
arse. The patient was moving in response to her treatment, so she pumped her
hand more vigorously on his cock and let her tongue flick strongly on its head
as she sucked him hard. With a loud cry, the patient thrust forward his pelvis
and ejaculated with some force into the mouth of his nurse.
When the instrument had been removed and the spasms had subsided, the nurse
brought a warm cloth and towel and gently washed the patient's genital area.
"There now, how does that feel?" she asked him.
"Much better, but what do we do if the swelling comes back?" he asked.
"Oh, I have other therapies that I could use if that becomes necessary," she
reassured him.
"I think it will be," he predicted. "In the meantime, I think I need to rest for
a little while. Would you sit here and talk to me?"
"Well, I'm very busy but I can stay with you for a little while."
She lay down beside him and her patient began to whisper to her some of the
things he would like to do to her when he was fit. Distracting her with
compliments, he slowly unzipped the front of her uniform and pulled back the
sheer fabric to expose her naked body.
"I think you may crease your uniform. Why don't you slip it off?" he suggested,
helping her to slide it down her arms.
"How are you feeling now?" asked the nurse.
"Well, now that you have cured the swelling, I would like to investigate how it
came about," said the earl-patient-husband.
"What were you doing when you first noticed it swell?" she asked seriously.
"I was kissing and sucking the nipples of a beautiful woman," he recalled.
"Well, in the interest of diagnosis, I think you should try to repeat that
behaviour so we can see if it occurs again."
Moving closer to him, she offered her breast up to his mouth and the experiment
began. The patient kissed and suckled on his nurse's breast at some length and
his swelling did indeed return with a vengeance.
"Oh dear," said the poor patient, "What can you do for me now, nurse?"
"Well, Mr Patient," said the nurse, "I think we need to try the most intensive
therapy I can apply. You need to lie back and let me give you some relief."
The nurse, now naked but for her cap, swung herself astride her patient once
more, raised high on her knees. She positioned herself over her patient's poor
throbbing cock. Taking it in her hand, she guided it gently back and forth along
her pussy, letting her wetness spread over both of them.
Looking up to monitor her patient's condition, she lowered herself slowly onto
him so that his whole cock was buried in her warm chasm. Checking that he was
still comfortable she began to move slowly at first. Gradually she moved faster
and faster, and within seconds she had forgotten to be gentle with her patient
and was riding his cock with great enthusiasm and urgency. Clearly rallying, the
patient bucked his pelvis high and powered deeper into the healing pussy. Nurse
and patient rode hard until they both came with loud howls, and collapsed
together, both needing to rest and recover.
As they lay lazily together later, the Earl seemed to be daydreaming.
"Are you remembering or planning?" his wife asked.
"Planning," he replied. He said that he knew she worried about the constant
possibility of being interrupted when they made love. He got up and pulled on a
gown and brought one to her. "I've had an idea. Come and see what you think."
She got up and followed him across to the corner of the bedroom, where he pulled
back a tapestry hanging to reveal a hidden door. He opened it and led her along
a walkway into a large room, full of old chairs, and boxes and all kinds of
domestic detritus.
"What is this room?" she asked.
"It's always been here. I think it might have been the original bedroom and our
room would have been a sitting room. Or perhaps it was a maid's room or a
nursery. In any case, it's been full of junk since I was a boy. I shouldn't
think any of the staff even know it exists. It has just occurred to me that we
could turn this into a playroom for ourselves."
He watched a broad smile light up his wife's face. "What a wonderful idea!" she
told him. "But it would take some work to knock it into shape. If we brought in
decorators it wouldn't stay a secret for long."
He suggested they decorate it themselves, making it a challenge to create a
haven there without any outside help. They returned to the bedroom and spent
over an hour making notes on how they would like the room to be.
In the morning, the Earl woke his wife before he left. "Come on, wife. It's Day
One of Project Playroom. Your mission for today is to investigate websites where
we might get supplies for the job."
It took them several months to clear out, decorate and equip the room and many
of their working sessions had been cut short when their talk of what they would
do in the room became too hot and they ended up naked again. There were many
times when their target of finishing it before the Earl's birthday looked
doubtful, but with very little time to spare they completed it.
It took enormous restraint to wait until his birthday party to launch the room,
but they kept returning to their bedroom until then. And when his birthday
came... but that's another story!
