It was clear that the nurse was enjoying herself as she teased his cock, her grip tightening ever so slightly. Her other hand rubbed his perineum in time with her strokes, sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't help but moan louder as she neared his tip, her long nails dragging across his sensitive skin as she circled her fingertips around. She grinned wickedly at his reactions before deciding it was time for a change of pace.
Without warning, she stood up suddenly, leaving his throbbing member to droop in the air. The man couldn't help but whine in disappointment as she turned her back on him and hoisted her dress up to reveal her round, plump ass cheeks. His eyes widened in shock when she sat down on his face, feeling the warmth of her soft skin press against his mouth. She let out a sigh of contentment as he began lapping at her asshole eagerly. She giggles, tapping his cheek with one finger, "That's a good boy."
Her other hand reached down to play with herself, pinching her nipple roughly through her bra before rubbing her clit. Her hips began to rock back and forth, grinding her ass into his face. The smell of her arousal filled his nostrils, making him even more turned on. His tongue traced the outline of her tight opening, dipping into her furrow every so often to taste her musky scent. She let out a moan, encouraging him to work harder.
After what felt like an eternity of teasing, she finally removed herself from his face and stood up straight. She stepped back slightly to admire his dazed expression, a wicked smile taking over her features. "Now it's time for you to clean my messy asshole," she purred, nodding towards the toilet bowl full of feces. The man hesitated for a moment before slowly inching forward.
She watched as he leaned over the toilet bowl, his face twisted in disgust at the thought of what he was about to do. But she merely chuckled softly and ran a finger through the mess before pressing it against his lips. "Taste your master's creation," she growled as she pushed his head down towards the mess. He whined but complied, opening his mouth to accept the foul taste. She hummed in satisfaction as he began licking vigorously, coating his tongue with her excrement.
After a moment, she pulled him back up roughly. "That's enough," she said with a sneer, "get on your knees." He obeyed without question, watching as she stepped closer. She knelt down, straddling his head once more, and lowered herself onto his mouth. His tongue lapped at her soiled pussy while she ground her hips into his face. The man couldn't believe how aroused he still was, even after tasting her feces.
Finally, she pulled away with a satisfied grunt. "Good boy," she murmured before walking around to stand behind him once more. Her hands ghosted over his hips, tracing patterns on his skin as she stroked his cock. She started an slow, steady rhythm, moving up and down his shaft with long, smooth strokes. Her fingernails dragged lightly across the sensitive head each time she reached the end of her stroke.
The man closed his eyes, feeling the familiar pleasure wash over him. He clenched his fists in anticipation, knowing that he would cum soon. And sure enough, she didn't stop until he was moaning loudly and squirming in his restraints. She leaned over his ear, letting her breath brush against it softly as she whispered, "Cum for me."
His whole body tensed up as he felt the first wave of pleasure wash over him. His cock throbbed as hot cum shot out, landing on his stomach and chest. She continued stroking him through his orgasm, catching each drop in her hand. She leaned forward and licked her fingers clean, her tongue stuck out in a wicked grin. Finally, she stepped back and admired her handiwork, a look of satisfaction on her face.
With a hum of satisfaction, she walked towards the door, her hips swaying subtly. "You've been a very good toilet slave today," she purred, turning towards him. "But remember, this isn't over yet. You'll be back here tomorrow, waiting for your next turn to pleasure me." And with that, she disappeared from the room, leaving him to pant and whimper in the silence.
