Gentle 4
The next morning the older nurse emerged from the bathroom with the pink panties
stretched between her hands, arms outstretched as she studied them. "My daughter
has a pair just like these," she said conversationally walking across the room.
"They're not cheap, I can tell you. You have a wonderful girlfriend," the nurse
said as she folded the dry panties and placed them on the bedside table, "I hope
you appreciate her."
"I do," mumbled Roger face bright red.
"Not every woman understands men as well as she does, I can tell you. You're in
good hands there. Now, today, you can have a shower," and she ripped the sheet
over to reveal Roger's morning erection. "Oh dear," she said, looking down, "so
soon? I suppose," she said with a sigh, "you want me to put those panties on
you?"
"No, no," stuttered Roger, face the colors of beetroot, hard cock twitching on
his belly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," he mumbled, "I'm sure. Thank you."
"Perhaps you should go to the toilet?" she said knowingly.
"Yes, yes, that's it," Roger said as he struggled to get out of the bed,
stumbled across the room, arms akimbo in the plaster, hard cock jutting into the
air.
Wishing the ground would swallow him up, he sat on the toilet and willed his
erection to subside so he could piss. "Are you finished?" she called from the
room and Roger could see through the half open door she was making the bed,
plumping pillows, all efficient in her striped uniform and white nylons and just
a little scary.
"No, not yet," he called.
"Hurry up," she said, suddenly appearing in the doorway, looking down at him. "I
have other patients, you know."
"Yes, I'm sorry," he mumbled as he was finally able to piss with her watching
him, a sly smile on her angular face, his face bright as a neon light.
She wrapped plastic sheeting around the upper half of his body to protect the
plaster cast that covered his arms and down to his waist, making his upper body
as flexible as a statue. The water was cold and he yelped at the shock of it. "I
know it's cold," the nurse said calmly, "but in my experience, it's the best way
to keep that thing," she said scornfully, pointing at his shriveled cock,
"completely under control. I just don't have the time for your animal
reactions."
Dried and smelling of harsh soap, Roger collapsed back into the bed, enjoying
the warmth as she pulled the sheet up over his cock. "Now, before I go, do you
want the panties on?"
"No," he whispered, red face turned away.
"Are you sure? I would be irritated if you buzzed us to put them on. We do have
other patients."
"I'm really sure."
"Very well. Here's your soft drink your girlfriend left you, she's really one in
a million." She left and Roger sipped on the drink and wondered when he was
going to be able to get out of this madhouse. This couldn't be normal hospital
behavior, could it, he asked himself? Moments later, his cock was rock hard
again and all he could think about was being able to cum.
His eyes drifted to the pink panties folded neatly on the bedside table and then
to the buzzer. No, he told himself, you can't ask the nurses to put those on
you, it would be too humiliating, far too embarrassing. Get a grip on yourself,
he said to himself, keep control.
But, a small voice inside him whispered evilly, you do need to cum, don't you?
The young nurse was cheerful when she arrived, vanilla perfume, red lips and big
eyes as she started to feed him lunch. Roger couldn't keep his eyes off her
cleavage and the way her thighs flattened against each other when her legs were
crossed.
"How cute," she said as she picked up the panties, spoon resting on the tray.
"Very cute. Your girlfriend has excellent taste. These aren't cheap, you know."
"So I've been told," Roger said sulkily, cock twitching.
"Silk and a designer label. The lace around the legs is cute, don't you think?"
she said brightly, fingering the lace.
"I suppose, I haven't really thought about it." It was a lie, he hadn't thought
of anything but the panties, an embarrassing symbol of his incessant urge to
cum, to cum at all costs.
She put them back on the bedside table, brought the spoon to Roger's mouth and
her eyes dropped to the bulge under the sheet. "Do you want me to put them on
you when I've finished?"
"No." he mumbled, mouth full.
"Sure?"
"Yes!" he snapped but was he so sure as he really wanted to cum? She held the
soft drink for him and he sucked it down, wondering if Carol would turn up.
After all, she put the panties on him last time, she had seen him he recalled
with red face, and he could ask her, couldn't he? Couldn't he?
The nurse left and left alone with his thoughts and the scent of her perfume,
Roger's cock got even harder and he was almost overwhelmed with the desperate
and urgent need to ejaculate. I've never felt this hard and aroused so much
before, what's got into me?
It was another restless day, his cock pulsating like it had never before and he
found it difficult to sleep that night. Breakfast was a teasingly slow affair
with the nurse eying the bulge in the sheet, asking him if he would like to
wear the panties.
Gritting his teeth, Roger refused but he was so desperate to cum that after the
nurse had left him alone, he wished he had asked her to slide the panties on
him. Just the thought of how the tight silk would feel pressing against his cock
was enough to make him break out in a sweat.
Carol arrived at just before lunch and Roger was a seething mass of arousal,
desperate to cum while preserving, he thought, a little dignity as the nurses
giggled around him. His cock had never been that hard, he was sweating so much
from the arousal he was constantly sucking on that soft drink. God, he needed to
cum! He had almost asked the pretty young nurse to put the panties on him when
she brought him more soft drink but the thought of her watching him push his
cock against the silk to cum was far to humiliating a concept. He had to tough
it out, be a man!
"How are you feeling, baby?" Carol asked kissing him on the cheek, her large
breasts moving under her blouse.
"I'm fine," he croaked.
"Are you sure? You look like you've got a fever?" She spotted the panties folded
on the bedside table. "Have you used these yet?" He shook his head and her face
fell. "Don't you like them? I thought I was helping? I guess I'm not
appreciated," she said sullenly.
"You are, you are appreciated," Roger croaked, "Really, you are."
"Why haven't you used them yet, then?" she pouted. "You are horny aren't you? I
can see the lump under the sheet from here."
"I, I," he stuttered, desperately thinking because, great God almighty, he was
horny! "I wanted to use them with you," he said desperately and was rewarded
with a big smile.
"You are sweet," she said, pecking him on the cheek. "I don't mind if the other
girls get to see you cum when I'm not here."
"No," he stuttered, "I want to use them with you!"
"You only want to cum with me? Is that what you're saying?"
Roger nodded urgently, relieved that he had got something right. "Yes, only with
you," he said, his voice husky with gigantic desire.
"You are such a romantic," she whispered in his ear, her perfume slipping around
him and her fingers tapping the cast around his chest. Touch my cock, he
silently pleaded, please touch my cock! "If it's only with me," she smiled, eyes
glittering, "we can make it special between us, don't you think?"
"Yes, yes," he whimpered.
"But we must have rules, I like rules, don't you?"
"Yes, yes," he moaned.
"My rules?" her fingers brushed his face.
"Yes," he panted, "anything!"
"I know," Carol said, her finger scratching his leg under the sheet, "you don't
specify how to cum, you ask me if you can cum. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Yes, whatever, yes."
"So," she said softly, her warm breath tickling his ear, making his cock pound
even harder, "you want me to decide when you cum, is that it?" Her hand rested
on the sheet on his leg and he could feel its warmth.
"Yes," he moaned.
"It's such a good idea of yours, baby," Carol said huskily. "Before the accident
you were jerking off everyday or so you told me." Her eyes narrowed. "It was
every day, wasn't it?"
"Yes," he confessed again, desperate to cum, "sometimes twice a day," he added
in an effort to please her so she would make him cum.
"Well, I think we both know that's far too much, not at all good for your
health." Carol smiled down at him and pushed a little closer, large breasts
against his arm. "I think it's wise of you to let me take care of you, to decide
when you cum, don't you?" she asked sweetly.
"Yes, yes," he said desperately.
Carol folded the panties and put them in the drawer. "We'll put these away,
baby," and Roger looked at her in horror, he wanted so much to come! "The rule
is that you ask me to cum and I decide how, isn't that right?" she asked
innocently.
"Yes, whatever," Roger said, desperate.
"No more asking for the cum panties, I don't think you liked them anyway," she
pouted and then smiled and pulled the sheet back, his swollen red cock bobbing
on his stomach. "Is there something you want to ask me, baby?" Carol asked with
a sly grin
"Please Carol, can I cum?" he babbled and she clapped her hands delightedly.
"You got it right first time," she giggled, kissing him on the cheek. "I'm so
proud of you, baby."
"Please Carol," he whined, desperate, cock twitching.
"Perhaps," Carol smiled and to Roger's surprise she stood up. "I have a friend
outside I want to show you too." His eyes widened in horror and his mouth fell
open. "You're not going to disappoint me, are you?" she said sternly. "I thought
you wanted me to make the decisions?"
"Yes, but...."
"Are you breaking your promise to me?" Carol's eyes grew harder and Roger's cock
twitched even more. If she got angry she would go and leave him with this
painful throbbing erection. He couldn't face that, he needed to cum!
"No," he muttered.
"Good. Don't go away," she laughed and Roger heard the door open and then close.
"Roger, this is my friend Janice. Say hello to her."
"Hello Roger," a deep female voice said and Roger kept his face turned away.
"Roger!" Carol snapped and he turned his face around, humiliation flooding
through him as a dark woman, dressed in jeans and sweatshirt smiled down at him
and his naked hard cock.
"Hello," he mumbled.
"That's better. Now, Janice is going to measure you so keep still." Roger looked
in horror as Janice measured his hard cock with a tape measure and then measured
around the base of his cock and under his balls.
"I've got it," Janice said, writing in a small notebook. "I need the other
measurement."
"Of course," Carol smiled and sat next to Roger, her face close to his. "Now,
what were you asking me before?" Roger's eyes darted to Janice who stood against
the wall, arms folded and a knowing smile on her face. "Don't worry about
Janice," Carol whispered, "she's an old friend. Do you want to ask me or should
I go?"
"Please, Carol," he whispered, face red but driven by the urge to cum, "please
can I cum? I need to cum," he whimpered pathetically.
"Shush, there, there baby, I know you do," Carol said, stroking his fevered
forehead. "Remember when I said it would be special now?" She retrieved the
panties from the drawer. "Because you want me to decide?" Roger nodded quickly,
eyes focused on the pink silk of the panties. "These are his panties," Carol
showed them to Janice.
"Nice," Janice nodded approvingly, "very sexy."
Carol turned back to Roger, a huge smile on her beautiful face. "I'm going to
let you cum," she announced and Roger felt a pathetic rush of gratitude. "See,"
she smiled, "I am nice to you, aren't I?"
"Yes, Carol, you are," he gushed.
"I'm going to wrap these panties around that old cock of yours and," she lowered
her face to kiss, kissing him softly on the lips, "I'm going to hold the panties
there softly while you fuck my hand until you spurt your stuff. Does that sound
nice?"
"Yes, yes, yes," he whimpered.
"Is that a good idea?"
"Yes," he moaned.
"Shouldn't you thank me for such a good idea?"
"Thank you Carol," he croaked immediately.
"That's all right, baby," Carol said, kissing his neck, "good boys get rewards."
She wrapped the pink panties around his rampant cock, the touch of the cool silk
and of her hand sent electric jolts through his trembling body. "This shouldn't
take long," Carol said conversationally to Janice.
"No problem," Janice said calmly, "I've got time."
"There you are baby," Carol cooed, her soft hand enclosing the silk around his
cock. "Go ahead, baby, show us how you fuck the panties." Roger no longer cared
what he looked like and immediately starting pumping his hips, moving his cock
in and out of the tunnel of silk held loosely by Carol's soft hand. She was
right, it didn't take long and with a tortured groan, Roger came in a rush while
both women smiled at him.
"Was that nice?" Carol asked, cleaning him up.
In his fog and in his post ejaculation embarrassment, Roger knew enough to thank
her. "Yes, it was," he mumbled, face red, "Thank you."
"Not at all, baby," Carol said, pecking his cheek. "I think this is so much
better when you understand the rules, don't you?"
"Yes," Roger mumbled, turning his red face away to avoid the laughing eyes of
Janice.
"I'm glad you agree," Carol said, turning to look at his shriveling cock. "It's
soft now," she said, turning to Janice who immediately measured Roger's flacid
cock.
"I'm leaving with Janice," Carol smiled, kissing him again. "I've left more of
your special soft drink and I am proud of you. Such a good boy." Carol pulled
the sheet over him with a smile. "Why don't you have a little nap?"
The door closed behind them and Roger tried to understand what exactly had
occurred, how had he so easily given up control to Carol?
He moved in the bed, trying to get some circulation to his upper body that was
enclosed in the cast. Where would this all end?
