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The Seduction Series, Chapter 8
The Seduction Series,
Chapter 8
By LKraemer
Disclaimer: Not suitable for Children, Offensive Language, Rated R, Sexual Situations that might offend some.
“OH GOD, YES!!!” Christian gasped as his eyes opened, shocked and in disbelief that he was not at Spa De La Mer, but in McNamara/Troy recovery room.
To further add to his shock, it was not Julia. “Where’s Alison!?” Christian snapped, confused, sitting up quickly.
“She left, Dr. Troy….” the woman replied teasingly, still licking the shaft of his cock.”
“Who are you?” he asked curiously, laying back down, becoming slightly more amused by all the attention on his dick.
“My name is Melanie, I’m your nurse,” she explained in a gentle tone in her voice.
Intrigued, smiling, he replied, “Hmmm, I see you are a nurse with modern ways, Melanie.”
“She was absolutely stunning. Her long, dark hair flowing over her voluptuous breasts,” he mused to himself.
Leaning forward, he tried to reach out for her well-endowed chest as the sight of her breasts in front of him made him desire to touch her.
“Ah, ah ah , Dr. Troy…..not so fast yet. Your exam comes first!” she said in a teasing manner, pushing him gently with one finger, back on the mattress.
“Exam?” he questioned with curiosity.
“I’m all for non-traditional exams, nurse,” he replied with a mischievous grin on his face, folding his hands behind his head, resting back on the pillow.
“I’m a modern nurse, Dr. Troy, but with some traditional ways,” she replied in a sexy, sultry voice.
Melanie began to tug at his gown, untying the strings, letting it fall down his naked chest, yanking it further down his body then tossing it aside, leaving him completely naked, he suddenly realized she meant business in her firmness.
Sensing that she was up to something by the tone of her voice too, his breathing became slightly labored. “I’m going to the bathroom!” he said panic-stricken tone as he flinched, stomping his one foot on the bed in a hurried effort to get off the bed and run to the bathroom.
“Temper, temper….will not be tolerated during the exam, Dr. Troy,” she ordered as she felt his forehead, forcing him back on the bed.
Dr. Troy’s eyes widened in fear, then narrowed in anger and determination, droplets of sweat trapped on his brow in the struggle.
She slipped out a thermometer from her uniform pocket, still trying to push him back on the bed.
She began to trace the thermometer very slowly down his naked, rippled torso, his body tensing as she further traced it down his hairline, stopping abruptly at his pubes.
“Where are you going with that?” his voice went dead-pan, while his eyes followed her every move.
“I see we have a dick with a little attitude, don’t we, Dr. Troy,” she remarked while tapping the thermometer at the tip of his very manhood.
“Roll over!” she demanded.
“No Goddamn way!” he retorted, that thing is NOT going in my asshole!” he shouted in a tone of panic.
“If you cooperate, you just might get a treat later, if you behave,” she calmly reminded him as she started lightly caressing his pain-stricken cock with her one finger.
She noticed a tiny dribble of urine surfaced at the tip of his penis, likely due to his much dreaded anticipation of the procedure.
“Fine!” he snapped as he complied.
She gently slipped the cold thermometer into his ass, pinching his ass cheeks together to hold it in.
He grimaced, clutching the pillow while on all fours, his ass in the air in plain view.
“When was your last prostate exam, Dr. Troy?” Every man in his forties needs one every year…” her voice trailed off.
Dr. Troy’s words became muffled in the pillow, “No rectal exam for me today, nurse, it will ruin the stitches inside, please don’t…..” he begged.
He then felt her ever so gently pull the thermometer out of his ass, relieved it was over.
“All done,” she said, tapping his ass lightly.
“So, any fever?” he asked, his voice becoming sarcastic, as he quickly rolled back onto his side.
“No temperature, which is good, Dr. Troy,” she purred as she went to tease his cock again, lightly stroking the tip of her finger up and down the underside.
The pressure of the thermometer up his ass and the sudden stimulation of her stroking his large member again suddenly gave him the urge to urinate.
“I hafta take a piss,” he whispered, “But I don’t wanna get out of bed now with all the attention you’re giving me,” he pouted, writhing in extreme pleasure.
“Where’s the bedpan, nurse?” Dr. Troy asked timidly, scanning the room with his eyes.
She reached over to the cabinet of the nightstand and pulled out a bedpan for him. He lifted his knees up to his chest, positioning himself for the bedpan to be placed over his hard cock.
She giggled as she struggled to place his erect dick inside.
He became totally submissive to her every move. She held the bedpan for him, offering him a little privacy, pulling a single white sheet back over his groin.
“What’s the matter?” she asked when she noticed his face turned the other way in disgust.
He cleared his throat nervously, “The tube’s just a little cold, just give me a minute, please,” he begged.
“Just relax, Dr. Troy,” she added.
Finally the stream started. After he was done, he breathed a sigh of relief, rolling his eyes.
She gently pulled the bedpan away from him, his large cock springing back with force. She dabbed a tissue gingerly over the head of his penis to wipe him dry as there was a dribble of urine on the tip of his throbbing member.
He gasped.
She crawled on top of Dr. Troy, unbuttoning a few of her buttons of her blouse to tease him, letting her breasts dangle over his mouth.
She let her body move gently and swiftly over his strong, muscular frame. He went to flick one of her nipples with his curious tongue.
Leaning over his chest, she realized that she could smell a remnant smell of sex on his body. His skin was sticky to her touch. She also smelled perfume on his skin and she knew it was not hers.
“You had sex just before your surgery, didn’t you, Dr. Troy….” She remarked with sarcasm.
“I don’t kiss and tell, Melanie,” he teased.
“It’s think it’s time for a sponge bath, Dr.Troy,” she grinned slyly.
She noticed restraints were attached to the headboard, reaching over above him she took firm hold of his wrists, clasping them in the restraints.
She could tell Dr. Troy was becoming really impatient now. He stomped his one foot on the mattress again in frustration of her keeping his dick at bay.
“Remember what I told you, Dr. Troy,” she warned, putting her finger to his lip. “Behave, and you will be rewarded!”
“I’ll be right back,” she reminded him, slipping off the bed.
He sighed.
She returned wearing black-laced lingerie, carrying a basin of water and a sponge. His pleading eyes watched intently as she grabbed a towel and a razor from the cabinet beside the bed.
“First, a shave, Dr. Troy, I see we need a little shave,” she remarked as her hand gently stroked his cheeks of light, dark-colored stubble.
“But- he interrupted, trying to sit up, but the restraints caused him to fall back on the mattress.
“Be quiet!” she hushed.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, she began to spread the shaving foam slowly on her one hand she gently patted his cheeks, chin and upper lip with the shaving foam.
She gently scraped the razor down his cheeks, along his face, being extremely careful so not nick his tender, delicate skin.
While shaving, she noticed that Dr. Troy’s face was beautifully chiseled, right down to his rugged jaw-line. “Hmmm,” she mused, “I like a man freshly clean-shaven,” she thought to herself as she finished, patting his face gently with the towel to dab the leftover foam spots off his damp, smooth, clean, face.
“So much for a shit, shower and shave before I leave, all in that order, nurse, you’re doing almost everything for me,” he commented, grinning.
She turned, placing the razor on the nightstand, then taking the white-colored sponge and soap, wiping the bar of soap over the sponge, making it sudsy, dipping the sponge into the water.
She began to wash his strong arms, paying special attention to every little crevice in his skin, not missing an inch. Occasionally, she flirted with his dick and tickled his aching balls. She moved her hand back up to his chest, holding the sponge, squeezing a few drops of water trickle down his rippled torso, down to his navel.
She traced the sponge provocatively down his chest to his navel heading towards his balls next, cupping them as she meticulously washed him there she then delicately began washing his huge, erect dick.
Dr. Troy, completely mesmerized by her tantalizing touch, moaned with intense pleasure.
“Oh, God,” he groaned, his body arching to her every touch.
Her soft hands gingerly wiped the sponge down his legs causing him to giggle. “That tickles,” he said.
Agonizing over his erection, Dr. Troy asked, “Are you almost done?” he whined.
“Patience, Dr. Troy, patience!” her voice trailed off as she began to towel dry his excited body.
He sighed dreamily... “She didn’t miss a single inch of my body…she was so gentle with the sponge, she was not rude nor rough with the sponge,” he thought to himself.
She noticed the pleased look that washed over his face. “You liked that Dr. Troy, didn’t you…..” she replied in a provocative tone, as she finished towel drying his body.
“Yes,” he whimpered with pleading eyes.
“I’ll be right back,” she winked, quietly she slipping out of the room.
Before returning, the song, “Devil Inside,” by INXS began to bellow from the OR.
Here come the woman
With the look in her eye
Raised on leather
With flesh on her mind
Words of weapons sharper than knives
Make you wonder how the other half die
Other half die
She began to kiss him intensely, rousing him further. She then teasingly undressed herself in front of him ever so slowly to tease him some more.
She mounted him, Dr. Troy’s hands still restrained, guiding his hard dick in her hand into her drenched cunt.
Here come the man
With the look in his eye
Fed on nothing
But full of pride
Look at them go
Look at them kick
Makes you wonder how the other half live
Dr. Troy quickly exhaled as the sensation of her inside him drove him to the point of no return.
His hands still bound to the headboard, he could only move to her rhythm and pace as her hips rocked back and forth. She began thrusting herself against his hard member, feeling him deep inside of her.
Both panting in their ecstasy, the two about to peak in their nearing orgasm, both their heads turned quickly, realizing they had been caught as Sean walked into the room, shaking his head as the song faded…..
The devil inside
The devil inside
Every single one of us the devil inside
To Be Continued
Chapter 8
By LKraemer
Disclaimer: Not suitable for Children, Offensive Language, Rated R, Sexual Situations that might offend some.
“OH GOD, YES!!!” Christian gasped as his eyes opened, shocked and in disbelief that he was not at Spa De La Mer, but in McNamara/Troy recovery room.
To further add to his shock, it was not Julia. “Where’s Alison!?” Christian snapped, confused, sitting up quickly.
“She left, Dr. Troy….” the woman replied teasingly, still licking the shaft of his cock.”
“Who are you?” he asked curiously, laying back down, becoming slightly more amused by all the attention on his dick.
“My name is Melanie, I’m your nurse,” she explained in a gentle tone in her voice.
Intrigued, smiling, he replied, “Hmmm, I see you are a nurse with modern ways, Melanie.”
“She was absolutely stunning. Her long, dark hair flowing over her voluptuous breasts,” he mused to himself.
Leaning forward, he tried to reach out for her well-endowed chest as the sight of her breasts in front of him made him desire to touch her.
“Ah, ah ah , Dr. Troy…..not so fast yet. Your exam comes first!” she said in a teasing manner, pushing him gently with one finger, back on the mattress.
“Exam?” he questioned with curiosity.
“I’m all for non-traditional exams, nurse,” he replied with a mischievous grin on his face, folding his hands behind his head, resting back on the pillow.
“I’m a modern nurse, Dr. Troy, but with some traditional ways,” she replied in a sexy, sultry voice.
Melanie began to tug at his gown, untying the strings, letting it fall down his naked chest, yanking it further down his body then tossing it aside, leaving him completely naked, he suddenly realized she meant business in her firmness.
Sensing that she was up to something by the tone of her voice too, his breathing became slightly labored. “I’m going to the bathroom!” he said panic-stricken tone as he flinched, stomping his one foot on the bed in a hurried effort to get off the bed and run to the bathroom.
“Temper, temper….will not be tolerated during the exam, Dr. Troy,” she ordered as she felt his forehead, forcing him back on the bed.
Dr. Troy’s eyes widened in fear, then narrowed in anger and determination, droplets of sweat trapped on his brow in the struggle.
She slipped out a thermometer from her uniform pocket, still trying to push him back on the bed.
She began to trace the thermometer very slowly down his naked, rippled torso, his body tensing as she further traced it down his hairline, stopping abruptly at his pubes.
“Where are you going with that?” his voice went dead-pan, while his eyes followed her every move.
“I see we have a dick with a little attitude, don’t we, Dr. Troy,” she remarked while tapping the thermometer at the tip of his very manhood.
“Roll over!” she demanded.
“No Goddamn way!” he retorted, that thing is NOT going in my asshole!” he shouted in a tone of panic.
“If you cooperate, you just might get a treat later, if you behave,” she calmly reminded him as she started lightly caressing his pain-stricken cock with her one finger.
She noticed a tiny dribble of urine surfaced at the tip of his penis, likely due to his much dreaded anticipation of the procedure.
“Fine!” he snapped as he complied.
She gently slipped the cold thermometer into his ass, pinching his ass cheeks together to hold it in.
He grimaced, clutching the pillow while on all fours, his ass in the air in plain view.
“When was your last prostate exam, Dr. Troy?” Every man in his forties needs one every year…” her voice trailed off.
Dr. Troy’s words became muffled in the pillow, “No rectal exam for me today, nurse, it will ruin the stitches inside, please don’t…..” he begged.
He then felt her ever so gently pull the thermometer out of his ass, relieved it was over.
“All done,” she said, tapping his ass lightly.
“So, any fever?” he asked, his voice becoming sarcastic, as he quickly rolled back onto his side.
“No temperature, which is good, Dr. Troy,” she purred as she went to tease his cock again, lightly stroking the tip of her finger up and down the underside.
The pressure of the thermometer up his ass and the sudden stimulation of her stroking his large member again suddenly gave him the urge to urinate.
“I hafta take a piss,” he whispered, “But I don’t wanna get out of bed now with all the attention you’re giving me,” he pouted, writhing in extreme pleasure.
“Where’s the bedpan, nurse?” Dr. Troy asked timidly, scanning the room with his eyes.
She reached over to the cabinet of the nightstand and pulled out a bedpan for him. He lifted his knees up to his chest, positioning himself for the bedpan to be placed over his hard cock.
She giggled as she struggled to place his erect dick inside.
He became totally submissive to her every move. She held the bedpan for him, offering him a little privacy, pulling a single white sheet back over his groin.
“What’s the matter?” she asked when she noticed his face turned the other way in disgust.
He cleared his throat nervously, “The tube’s just a little cold, just give me a minute, please,” he begged.
“Just relax, Dr. Troy,” she added.
Finally the stream started. After he was done, he breathed a sigh of relief, rolling his eyes.
She gently pulled the bedpan away from him, his large cock springing back with force. She dabbed a tissue gingerly over the head of his penis to wipe him dry as there was a dribble of urine on the tip of his throbbing member.
He gasped.
She crawled on top of Dr. Troy, unbuttoning a few of her buttons of her blouse to tease him, letting her breasts dangle over his mouth.
She let her body move gently and swiftly over his strong, muscular frame. He went to flick one of her nipples with his curious tongue.
Leaning over his chest, she realized that she could smell a remnant smell of sex on his body. His skin was sticky to her touch. She also smelled perfume on his skin and she knew it was not hers.
“You had sex just before your surgery, didn’t you, Dr. Troy….” She remarked with sarcasm.
“I don’t kiss and tell, Melanie,” he teased.
“It’s think it’s time for a sponge bath, Dr.Troy,” she grinned slyly.
She noticed restraints were attached to the headboard, reaching over above him she took firm hold of his wrists, clasping them in the restraints.
She could tell Dr. Troy was becoming really impatient now. He stomped his one foot on the mattress again in frustration of her keeping his dick at bay.
“Remember what I told you, Dr. Troy,” she warned, putting her finger to his lip. “Behave, and you will be rewarded!”
“I’ll be right back,” she reminded him, slipping off the bed.
He sighed.
She returned wearing black-laced lingerie, carrying a basin of water and a sponge. His pleading eyes watched intently as she grabbed a towel and a razor from the cabinet beside the bed.
“First, a shave, Dr. Troy, I see we need a little shave,” she remarked as her hand gently stroked his cheeks of light, dark-colored stubble.
“But- he interrupted, trying to sit up, but the restraints caused him to fall back on the mattress.
“Be quiet!” she hushed.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, she began to spread the shaving foam slowly on her one hand she gently patted his cheeks, chin and upper lip with the shaving foam.
She gently scraped the razor down his cheeks, along his face, being extremely careful so not nick his tender, delicate skin.
While shaving, she noticed that Dr. Troy’s face was beautifully chiseled, right down to his rugged jaw-line. “Hmmm,” she mused, “I like a man freshly clean-shaven,” she thought to herself as she finished, patting his face gently with the towel to dab the leftover foam spots off his damp, smooth, clean, face.
“So much for a shit, shower and shave before I leave, all in that order, nurse, you’re doing almost everything for me,” he commented, grinning.
She turned, placing the razor on the nightstand, then taking the white-colored sponge and soap, wiping the bar of soap over the sponge, making it sudsy, dipping the sponge into the water.
She began to wash his strong arms, paying special attention to every little crevice in his skin, not missing an inch. Occasionally, she flirted with his dick and tickled his aching balls. She moved her hand back up to his chest, holding the sponge, squeezing a few drops of water trickle down his rippled torso, down to his navel.
She traced the sponge provocatively down his chest to his navel heading towards his balls next, cupping them as she meticulously washed him there she then delicately began washing his huge, erect dick.
Dr. Troy, completely mesmerized by her tantalizing touch, moaned with intense pleasure.
“Oh, God,” he groaned, his body arching to her every touch.
Her soft hands gingerly wiped the sponge down his legs causing him to giggle. “That tickles,” he said.
Agonizing over his erection, Dr. Troy asked, “Are you almost done?” he whined.
“Patience, Dr. Troy, patience!” her voice trailed off as she began to towel dry his excited body.
He sighed dreamily... “She didn’t miss a single inch of my body…she was so gentle with the sponge, she was not rude nor rough with the sponge,” he thought to himself.
She noticed the pleased look that washed over his face. “You liked that Dr. Troy, didn’t you…..” she replied in a provocative tone, as she finished towel drying his body.
“Yes,” he whimpered with pleading eyes.
“I’ll be right back,” she winked, quietly she slipping out of the room.
Before returning, the song, “Devil Inside,” by INXS began to bellow from the OR.
Here come the woman
With the look in her eye
Raised on leather
With flesh on her mind
Words of weapons sharper than knives
Make you wonder how the other half die
Other half die
She began to kiss him intensely, rousing him further. She then teasingly undressed herself in front of him ever so slowly to tease him some more.
She mounted him, Dr. Troy’s hands still restrained, guiding his hard dick in her hand into her drenched cunt.
Here come the man
With the look in his eye
Fed on nothing
But full of pride
Look at them go
Look at them kick
Makes you wonder how the other half live
Dr. Troy quickly exhaled as the sensation of her inside him drove him to the point of no return.
His hands still bound to the headboard, he could only move to her rhythm and pace as her hips rocked back and forth. She began thrusting herself against his hard member, feeling him deep inside of her.
Both panting in their ecstasy, the two about to peak in their nearing orgasm, both their heads turned quickly, realizing they had been caught as Sean walked into the room, shaking his head as the song faded…..
The devil inside
The devil inside
Every single one of us the devil inside
To Be Continued