Slippery When Wet

One “Nurse Cleo, just what do you think you’re doing?” Dr. West’s voice was shrill, like a varsity quarterback being stripped n***d by the president of the geek club, then jeered at by the JV chess club, mocked by the extras in the theater club, and pointed at by the full cheer squad. “I came in for a prostate exam,” he said. “Hmm,” I purred, picking up the speculum and advancing towards him. He lay back with his feet in stirrups, his knees up on an exam table. His bare a*s cheeks clenched on my approach. My lips curled like a cat approaching a bowl of cream. “So why are you giving me an anal exam?” he demanded. I pulled on latex gloves, stretching the synthetic material down my fingers and then letting go of the end with a satisfying snap. West winced and my tummy tightened in anticipation. There was nothing in the world like watching a powerful man squirm as you slow marched toward him. Like a secretary who was smarter than her boss; like a wife who doctored the joint bank account; like a little girl wrapping her daddy around her pinky finger. Dr. Simon West was the current big man on campus here at Sacred Heart Hospital. He had a string of letters after his name and a stack of medical journal articles by and about him. Everyone, including the Chief of Surgery, cowered in his wake. Not me. The bigger and louder they were, the wetter my panties got to bend them to their knees. In Dr. West’s case, his knees were already bent. Bent back towards his belly with his a*s presented in offering. “I demand you let me up now, nurse.” He spat the word nurse like it was an insult. I gave his knees a shove, and they spread wider without protest. The speculum slid easily into his a*s. He tried to squirm away, but he didn’t get far. He opened his mouth in what looked like an attempt at a scream, but it turned into a moan. He liked it. That wouldn’t do. I cranked the device open. It turned the small opening of his anus into a large hole. “Awww!” There was the music my ears were waiting for. “Dr. West,” I said. “I’m checking your exit because you seem to have a problem putting your p***s inside too many entrances.” West raised his a*s as I gave the speculum one more crank. His erect p***s lay shackled at his belly. The eye of his p***s wept. The twin baby blues on his face watered as well. “It’s as I expected,” I tsked. “These tests show that you suffer from chronic masturbation.” He squirmed on the exam table. In the stirrups used to examine women’s cervixes, all ten of West’s toes arched back towards his body. His a*s was scooted down to the edge of the table. His thighs spread wide like a woman having her yearly pap. “There’s only one cure; we need to plug this hole.” I gave the speculum in his a*s another crank. He gripped the table. His knuckles went white. His eyes glazed over in pleasure. “There’s nothing wrong with me.” His voice was breathless, his chest heaved. “I demand you stop this now.” “I’m only trying to help you,” I said. “You’re just a nurse,” he panted. “You don’t know what you’re doing.” I snorted. “You surgeons all think you’re God. The truth is that I save more lives in a week than you will ever save in your entire career. Whereas you couldn’t find the scalpel without a nurse standing next to you. Isn’t that right?” I yanked the speculum from his hungry a*s. He wailed in protest. His p***s jerked inside its cage. “What was that?” I said. “Yes, Nurse Cleo.” His blue eyes were glassy as he turned over his power to me. The crotch of my blue scrubs went damp at the wild look in his eyes. It was a look of complete submission. My grin spread on the right side of my mouth, stretching East at the wickedness of it all. Now that I had his full attention, we could begin. I cupped his balls in one hand and reached for the dildo with the other. Dr. West may have been a lion in the halls of the hospital, but I was about to turn him into a pussycat. I held up the monster d**k for him to see. His eyes widened, and he gulped. I wondered if he actually wanted me to do this? Not that it mattered. He was the type that would never safe word. He saw it as a sign of weakness. He was lucky I was a compassionate sadist. I liked to make my subs suffer. But I also liked to play with them again and again. So, I tried not to break them. At least not irreparably. I oiled up the monster d**k as Sacred Heart Hospital’s heterosexual god panted in anticipation. At some point in their lives, every man wants to be pegged. They’re men, after all. They walk the earth pretending they have all the answers. But deep down inside, they’re all little boys afraid of the awesome power that they wield between their legs. It was a fantasy; a man that was actually in charge. Men could pretend all they wanted that they ruled the world. Most men walked a straight line. It was women that turned. Just like a boss, or a husband, or a clueless father, they all needed a woman’s touch. It just so happened that I liked touching men’s asses. “Please,” he whispered. “No.” West shook his head left to right. His thighs fell farther open as he held onto the idea that I was forcing him into this lewd act. As if I could force this six foot, two hundred twenty pound, testosterone-riddled man into anything. Not with all five foot four and one hundred sixty pounds of me. Physically, I may have been your average woman. But my s****l proclivities were entirely, and wholly, and completely deviant. I shoved a bottle of lube up West’s a*s. His entire body shook and trembled at the invasion. “Please hold your composure, Dr. West.” I lined up the dildo with his hungry hole. “This is a necessary medical procedure. It should not arouse you.” As the dildo breached the first layer of his anus, he didn’t tense. He completely relaxed under the assault. His eyes closed, and he had the look of a sub who was lost in a storm of pleasure. The drip in my panties stopped. I knew I should have brought the thicker dildo. I’d already pegged him three times this week, and he’d adjusted. The good doctor was like an addict who’d tried w**d on Monday and graduated to coke by Thursday. I withdrew the fake d**k. His eyes flew open like a newborn who’d heard a loud noise. His mouth formed a pouty O like he was about to let out a wailing cry. “What the f**k, Cleo?” “What did you just call me?” I flicked at the pink c**k cage that held his erection. His p***s strained inside the metal bars. “I mean, Mistress.” “Don’t call me that either.” I slapped his balls and his a*s arched off the table. “You wish I was your Mistress. That’s something you have to earn and you’re not worthy. It’s Nurse Cleo to you.” West’s eyes were dilated. He was almost too far gone; lost in pleasure when I’d only given pain and frustration. Getting him off was too easy. I was getting bored. Time to make this interesting. I slipped off my bottom scrubs and thong. West’s eyes latched onto the key that dangled from my earlobe. It matched the lock to the c**k ring he’d been wearing all day. I flicked my hair over my shoulder until it covered the ring. Some of the excitement left West’s eyes. I grinned as I climbed aboard the exam table. I hovered my bare p***y above his face. My knees boxed in his ears. “Oh, thank you, Nurse Cleo.” His grin returned. His tongue reached out. I raised my hips. “Don’t you dare touch my p***y. Lick my ass.” He did as he was told. He laved his tongue around the rim of my anus. I sat my cheeks down right on his nose. “You are not worthy of this p***y,” I said as I swiveled my hips all over his face, getting him covered in my scent. “But you want it, don’t you?” He couldn’t respond with his tongue at work and his face covered. I knew it, but I didn’t take it as an excuse. I slapped at his balls when I couldn’t hear his response. The flesh of his straining p***s was hot and throbbing in the tight cage. His moans of pain sent a thrill through my c**t, which is why I didn’t realize I’d gone too far until it was too late. He wasn’t allowed to come until I did. And he knew it. But, of course, the bastard shot off before I got there. A c**k cage strains the erection, not allowing it to reach its full potential. It makes coming difficult, but not impossible. West was an overachiever. I looked back as his cramped d**k wept its pleasure. “You greedy, little slut.” “f**k,” he sighed with a sated grin. His head lolled back as he continued to come down from that subspace high and noted the mess he’d made. “Aw,” he chuckled. “I’m sorry, Cleo.” “What did you just call me?” He blinked as though I’d awakened him from a wet dream. “Aren’t we done? The scene, or whatever, is over.” He was done. I hadn’t come yet. In fact, I hadn’t come for weeks since I’d been playing around with him. The last time I came was the first time we’d f****d. The first time I’d broken him by sticking my fingers in his a*s in the hospital supply closet. That o****m had been great. So great that I’d been chasing after it for the last two weeks. Tonight, just like the last half-dozen times I’d played with him; he’d gotten to the finish line before I’d gone a quarter mile. I prepared to climb off him and end things when there was a knock at the door. “Dr. West?” West looked pointedly at the straps on the stirrups. “Let me up, Cleo.” I stayed put, hovering my cunt over his face. A tingle zinged my c**t as his eyes widened in true fear. “Dr. West, are you in there?” A wide grin spread across my face. “Do you want me to get that for you, Dr. West?” I asked, not quite loud enough to be heard outside the room. “Yes,” West called out to the door. “No,” he whispered in a growl at me. The door rattled. My mouth watered at the possibility of the intrusion. I wasn’t an exhibitionist. I just liked the idea of West’s terror at being caught in such a compromising position. But the p***y below me had locked the damn door. He was absolutely no fun. “Can I come in?” said the person outside. “No,” said West. “I’m… tied up at the moment.” He yanked at the restraints. “You’re needed in the ER,” said the voice. West’s eyes lit. He wasn’t only a s****l w***e; he was also a surgery w***e. “I’ll be out in a minute.” He looked pointedly at me. I got up and untied him. I might play with him, but I didn’t play when it came to my job. I pulled up my underwear and pants, tossed the latex gloves in the bin, and headed for the door. “Wait,” West called out behind me as he splashed water on his face. “Make sure the coast is clear.” “Yeah,” I snorted. “Okay, Scooby.” I tossed up my thumbs and then reached out and turned the doorknob without looking first. If he wanted to hide his true nature, that was him. I didn’t do closets.