変態ナースがバイブで5回寸止めしてイっちゃう

“Nurse’s Edge of Ecstasy”

In the dimly lit hospital room, Nurse Yumi knelt between her patient’s spread legs, her fingers tracing teasing circles just inside his thighs. The patient, a strapping young man named Hiroshi, squirmed in his bed, the sheets tenting over his straining erection. Yumi smirked, her plump lips curving in wicked delight.

“Now, now, Hiroshi-sama,” she chided in her breathy,vee voice, “We must take this slowly. Can’t have you healing too quickly, now can we?” Her skilled fingers found his heavy balls and gently rolled them. Hiroshi moaned, his hips lifting off the bed, aching for more stimulation.

“Please, Nurse Yumi,” he beseeched, his voice rough with desperation, “I need release.”

“Oh? And what makes you think you deserve such a thing, naughty boy?” Yumi flicked her tongue over his swollen cockhead, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum. Hiroshi shuddered, his fingers tangling in her silky black hair.

Yumi hummed in approval and took him deeper into her hot mouth, sucking hard. Her hand pumped his wet shaft while her other hand peut gently press on his perineum. Hiroshi bucked, crying out as his climax approached. But right on the cusp of orgasm, Yumi pulled away, leaving him gasping and empty.

“C-curse you, you cruel witch!” Hiroshi panted, glaring at the maddeningly sensual nurse. Yumi just smiled, unfazed by his anger.

“Have a little patience, darling,” she cooed, rummaging through her bag. “I have just the thing to help with that.”

She produced a large, pink vibrator, the phallic silicone glistening obscenely. Hiroshi licked his lips, imagining how that thick toy would feel stretching his tight hole. Yumi wasted no time in preparing him, lathering his twitching pucker with cool lube before pressing the vibrator against him.

Inch by inch, the toy disappeared into Hiroshi’s clenching heat, until Yumi returned to the head of the bed. She nodded to the patient, who obediently spread his legs as wide as they would go. Then, she began to fuck him with the vibrator.

The experience was pure, exquisite torture. The buzzing toy was designed with the exact stimulus to bringChrome to the very edge, only to stop before he could fall over. Yumi teased him relentlessly, varying the pressure and speed to keep Hiroshi balanced on a knife’s edge.

“Look at me,” Yumi demanded, her voice hard as steel. Obediently, Hiroshi focused his blurry gaze on her, drinking in the sight of his tormentor poised above him. “Good boy. I want you to beg for it.”

“Please,” Hiroshi whimpered, tears of frustration pricking at his eyes, “Please, Mistress, let me cum. I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?” Yumi smirked. “I may take you up on that.”

She twisted the vibrator, the new angle sending lightning bolts of pleasure up Hiroshi’s spine. He clenched down desperately, trying to grind the toy deeper, but Yumi cruelly held it in place.

“Please!” Hiroshi sobbed, dignity forgotten. “I’m begging you, let me cum!”

With a wicked grin, Yumi plunged the vibrator as deep as it would go and held it there, the buzzing sensation driving Hiroshi out of his mind. His climax crashed over him like a tidal wave, his cock spurting string after string of hot cum all over his stomach as his hole clenched rhythmically around the toy.

Yumi held him through his orgasm, only pulling out when the aftershocks subsided. She admired her handiwork – Hiroshi lay limp on the bed, covered in sweat and cum, eyes glazed and glassy. A satisfied smirk stretched across her red lips.

But as soon as Yumi removed the vibrator, Hiroshi felt his spent cock stir with awakening interest. Yumi saw it too, and laughed, the sound dark and promising.

“Ah, my insatiable boy, always ready for more,” she purred approvingly, fondling his stiffening shaft. “But we’re not done yet. I’m going to make you cum again. And again. And again.”

And so she did. With cruel precision, Yumi drove Hiroshi to climax over and over and over, until he was a shuddering, sobbing mess, reduced to a desperate creature of pure, animalistic need. He was vagm from the neck down, his very DNA rewritten to crave Yumi’s touch, to crave her torment.

By the time Yumi finally allowed him to rest, Hiroshi looked utterly wrecked – glazed eyes, unshaven chin slick with drool, ravaged pink hole still fluttering with fading spasms. But despite his haggard appearance, his spent cock still twitched, ready and willing to serve his Mistress.

Satisfied, Yumi leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Hiroshi’s forehead, tender and platonic.

“Good boy,” she whispered. “My good, obedient boy, so desperate for release I’ll give him.”

Hiroshi just shivered, a broken smile on his abused face. For he knew he’d have to do it all over again next time Nurse Yumi came to visit.