Gentle 3
Another sleepless night, tossing and turning, wondering if there was someway he
could come. He even stood in the bathroom and tried to rub his cock against the
smooth tiles, imagining they were Carol's nylon covered legs but he stopped,
realizing he couldn't clean the mess up and that eagle-eyed nurse would spot it
immediately.
The young nurse fed him, two buttons undone on her uniform and Roger could see
the top of a peach bra, he imagined it was sheer and his cock throbbed. Before
she left, she placed a can of soft drink with a long flexible straw in it. "Your
girlfriend left this for you, she said it's your favorite drink?" She giggled
when she left and Roger, for the first time, wondered if the nurses knew Carol
or if they had been talking about him and his urgent need.
He managed to get his lips around the straw and drank the sweet syrupy drink she
had left. He wondered at her words, as Roger did not really have a favorite
drink. A few minutes later, his cock was throbbing painfully, as hard as an iron
bar.
Carol returned at lunchtime and Roger was immediately glad to see her. Primly,
she arranged herself on the visitors chair, scratching of black nylons, black
business suit and her blonde hair was pulled back. Again her perfume filled the
small room and Roger's cock throbbed. He knew he would say or do anything to
cum, anything at all.
"I'm sorry, Carol," he stuttered, "really sorry."
"Are you apologizing?"
"Yes, I'm apologizing, I'm sorry."
"Are you actually apologising for treating me like your milking machine?" Her
eyes were cold and she glanced at the bulge under the sheets.
Roger tried to get comfortable, his skin itching under the plaster and he said,
"I am apologizing, I'm really sorry I got you angry."
"You don't want to get me angry again, do you?"
"No, no, I'm sorry, I'll do anything to make it up to you." He was sweating; he
didn't want her to leave.
"I get very hard when I'm angry, Roger," she said, eyes glittering, "You should
know that."
"I'm sorry," he repeated, why not, it seemed to work?
"The only sex we've had in this relationship, Roger is with my hand. You came in
your pants that time, do you remember?"
"Yes," he mumbled, face red, "I remember.'
"The movies and the other day here when I took pity on you. Do you remember all
of that?"
"Yes, yes, it's all I've thought of."
"It's hardly been for my pleasure has it?"
"No," he mumbled, "I'm sorry. I'll do anything to make you happy."
"Will you?" she seized on his remark.
"Yes, of course."
"Anything?"
"Yes, I promise."
"Good baby," she cooed, leaning forward and kissing him full on the lips, her
hand slipping under the sheets. Roger shivered as her fingernail scratched his
balls and moaned, as he was lost deep in his desire to come.
"I know how difficult it is for you, baby," she whispere din his ear.
"Especially when you told me you jerk off every day. So hard, if you forgive the
pun," she said with a soft gigle that went straight to Roger's cock."I have
something for you," she said, standing suddenly and pulling the sheet down,
completely exposing him.
Through his sexual haze, Roger watched her pull something from her bag and start
to put something around his feet, something soft and silky. "Lift up," she said
and he strained to lift and he felt something tight snap around his cock.
Looking down, his face immediately blushed when he saw she had slipped a pair of
pink silky panties with lace around the waist and the leg holes.
"But..." he spluttered, his cock straining against the silken material. It felt
humiliating but at the same time soft and sensual.
"I want you to wear them," she said firmly, hand on hip. "You don't want to get
me angry do you?"
"No, no," he stuttered, the tight cloth gripping his throbbing cock.
Carol sat next to him and kissed him slowly, her tongue probing into his mouth.
"You look sweet in them, so soft, so silky. They feel nice around your cock,
don't they?"
"Yes," he moaned, his cock pulsing against the silk.
"I call them your cum panties. Say it," she whispered in his ear, her tongue
licking his cheek.
"My cum panties," he croaked as the silk rubbing against his cock brought him
closer to closer to orgasm.
"I know it's difficult for you in here. Poor baby, you're in that plaster for
six weeks and I can't come here everyday to play with you, can I?"
"No, no," he moaned, gasping.
"My hand should be for special occasions, special treats only, shouldn't it
baby?" her voice was relentless, her tongue tickling his ear. "My hand is for
special treats only."
"Yes, special treats only." Roger was panting, moving his groin so his cock
rubbed against the silk.
'So you have your cum panties to help you pass the time. You want to cum in them
don't you?"
"Yes, yes, I do," he croaked.
"Show me how you cum in your panties, baby, show Carol," she whispered and it
was too much for Roger and with a grunt, an anguished groan, he came in the pink
silk, saturating it with convulsive jerk after another.
Carol wiped his forehead with a tissue. "Feel better now, baby?" she asked and
Roger immediately felt completely embarrassed at what he had just done.
"Yes," he muttered, turning his burning face away.
"Thank me for your little cum panties," she said brightly.
"Thank you for the cum panties," he recited, and Carol smiled, peeled the soaked
panties down and off him like he was a child. Still smiling, she disappeared in
the bathroom and returned moments later. "I've washed them out and left them on
the basin." Roger was horrified and was about to protest but closed his mouth
when he saw the stern glint in Carol's eyes. "All you have to do when I'm not
here is ask one of the nurses to put your panties on you so you can cum in them.
Don't you think it's a great idea?"
"No, there's no need to tell them," protested Roger. "Please don't tell them."
"Why not? The nurses will find those panties in the bathroom and I certainly
don't want them to think they're mine! I must tell them. Have a good day and
I'll try to get to see you the day after tomorrow." She bent down and kissed him
on the cheek, pulled the sheet back up and left.
Roger wished he could scratch under the plaster and wondered what he was going
to say to the nurses when they came in.
end Part3: I'll keep this going as long as there are interested readers, if it
gets boring to everyone and to me, I'll drop it.
Andy
