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?Tell Angela I?ll be down in a few minutes!? my mother shouted down the stairs.?She?ll be down in a few minutes,? I said. Mrs Hotter, who was standing right next to me, smiled, no doubt at the absurdity of me repeating what she?d just heard.I was more nervous about being alone with Mrs Hotter now than I had been when we were still rutting like animals. Normally when she came round to discuss Hydrangeas or mulch or some such thing with my mother, I kept out of the way, yet here I was all alone with her for a couple of minutes.?So how was your evening with Mrs Craddock?? she asked.?It was interesting,? I said. I wasn?t particularly keen to discuss my evening with the woman Mrs Hotter had, in effect, handed me over to when our own relationship became impossible to maintain. On the other hand, there were aspects of Mrs Craddock?s behaviour that I needed to discuss with someone, and Mrs Hotter was the only one I could, both because of the need for discretion, and because the woman had in effect taught me everything I knew about sex, which was a fair bit. ?She insisted I call her ?Nurse Craddock?.?Mrs Hotter smiled. ?She is a nurse, Darren. Did she tell you that??My jaw dropped. ?For real???Yes, a bonafide, trained, working nurse.?This was something to try getting my head around.As if she could read my confusion and my need for advice, Mrs Hotter said, ?Whatever a woman wants, Darren, just go along with it, and you?ll have the time of your life.? Then she winked at me.?I miss you, Mrs Hotter,? I said, before I had time to think.?I miss you too,? Mrs Hotter said. ?But we can?t. You know that.?Indeed I did. It was the price of Mrs Hotter?s son Tommy?s silence that we had no more to do with each other, at least not carnally.The trouble was that when I?d left Mrs Craddock?s on the Wednesday evening, the woman had instructed me not to wank off until I saw her again. I?d cheated, wanking off the moment I got home, but since then I?d stuck to it. It had now been 89 hours and 19 minutes since I?d last ejaculated, and it was torture. I could only think that it was all the pent up spunk in my balls that caused me to say, ?I still think of you all the time when I wank my cock, Mrs Hotter.??I?ll take that as a compliment,? she replied before sighing heavily. ?Oh Darren, if only??If only indeed. I stared at her curvaceous body. Then, at the sound of my mother?s feet on the stairs, I couldn?t help myself. I gave Mrs Hotter?s bum a quick squeeze.?Don?t tempt me, Darren,? she said. Then she winked at me. Quite what this meant, I wasn?t sure. I knew very well that there could never be anything more between us. I left the two women to their garden talk, forcing myself not have a little wank upstairs thinking of Mrs Hotter.Partly this was due to the advice Mrs Hotter herself had given me. I took what Mrs Hotter said very seriously indeed. ?Whatever a woman wants, just go along with it.? So if Mrs Craddock didn?t want me to cum until I saw her again, I would do what I could not to jerk off, which for a randy eighteen year-old amounted to a superhuman feat.To keep myself from thinking too much about Mrs Craddock (or for that matter Mrs Hotter), I spent the Monday job hunting, without success. By the time the evening rolled around, I was even more nervous than I had been on my first visit. It was all very well going along with what Mrs Craddock wanted, but what exactly did she want? I still didn?t understand why someone who was a nurse would want to act like a pretend nurse in her sex life.But then, as I made way to the house Mrs Craddock shared with her husband, who I was given to understand travelled a lot in his job, I grasped something. ?Just go along with it.? If Mrs Craddock wanted to be the nurse, I would be the patient. I could do it. I could play the part I assumed she wanted of me.I crept in the back way, as instructed. This sneaking in through garden gates to visit married women was quickly becoming second nature to me. Mrs Craddock must have been keeping an eye out, because she opened the back door before I had time to knock. ?Hello, Darren. Thank you for being punctual.?I wanted to speak, but I was too astonished to. Last time, on my first visit, Mrs Craddock had been stylishly dressed. Today she was in an entirely different outfit. She was wearing flats, but above those she wore white nylon stockings. I knew they were stockings because the white nurse?s coat she wore just about reached the tops. Moreover, the coat had enough buttons undone to reveal a lot of her white lacy bra, and a fair amount of tit flesh. Today her auburn bob cut was partially obscured by a white cap with a red cross, which was perched on her head. In short she was the epitome of one of those fantasy nurses that occasionally appeared in the dirty magazines I still bought when I could afford to.There was no way she wore that outfit to work, I thought. But knowing that she was actually a nurse gave the outfit quite an edge. Telling myself to just go along with it, I found my voice. ?Good evening, Nurse Craddock.??How have you been feeling since your last appointment?? Mrs Craddock asked, closing the door behind me.?Mostly very well,? I said. ?Although I am experiencing an unusual ache.?This played well. I could tell from the amused Anadolu Yakası Escort (http://www.viviescort.com/) look Mrs Craddock gave me. ?Oh yes?? she said. ?Where is this unaccustomed sensation???Erm, it?s a bit embarrassing,? I said, staring straight at her cleavage.?That?s alright,? Mrs Craddock said. ?I?m a professional, Darren. Trust me, I?ve heard it all before.?Somehow I was sure she had, that she?d played this game before. And not with her husband either. ?It?s my balls, Nurse Craddock. They ache all the time.??I see,? the woman said. ?Then we?d better get you checked out. If you?d just follow me, Darren.?I followed Mrs Craddock, staring at her bum and thinking that if I didn?t get to bend her over and do her doggy style today, I?d go crazy. To my amazement she stopped by the bedroom door and said, ?If you?d just step inside and undress, Darren. Make yourself comfortable and I?ll be with you in a minute.?Where she was going with this, I could not tell, but I was determined to play along. I entered the bedroom, noticing immediately that there was a photo of Mrs Craddock and her husband on one of the nightstands, angled towards the double bed. The man looked handsome, with greying temples, and was staring straight at the camera with a slight smile. It appeared to be taken on holiday; there was sea in the background. What was it that made these married women carry on behind their husbands? backs? I didn?t know, and, well, why bother wondering when it was all my gain?Still, it was slightly unnerving undressing with Mr Craddock staring at me from the picture with a protective arm round his wife. I didn?t want to move it, but had a flight of fancy that the wronged husband could actually see everything through the eyes in the photo. I laid down on my back on the marital bed. This was better, since I couldn?t see Mr Craddock from here. I focused instead on the doorway, recalling the way Mrs Craddock was dressed.I didn?t have long to wait before Mrs Craddock entered. She smiled at me, or more accurately at the large erection that had formed as I pictured her in my mind. She?d pulled on a pair of latex gloves and was carrying a tape measure along with some kind of graduated receptacle. I wasn?t going to speak. Let her call the shots.She came right up to the bed and leaned over. Without a word she reached out and touched my balls, prodding them with her fingers. I stared at her breasts, which exerted a huge attraction, held in place by the bra, but threatening to spill out, or so it seemed. Perhaps I should just throw caution to the wind.?Yes,? Mrs Craddock said. ?No wonder there?s an ache, Darren. There?s a definite accumulation of fluid in the testes[/i].?Well, she had instructed me not to jerk off for five days, so technically she should have realised that. Perhaps it was part of the game that I not remind her of that. I didn?t know. But I wanted her to know I?d done as she said. ?I haven?t wanked off in 117 hours and 21 minutes,? I blurted.If Mrs Craddock was quick enough with arithmetic to realise that I had disobeyed her once, she didn?t show it. ?Well, you?re in luck, Darren. Your ailment is as easily diagnosed as it is remedied.??Nurse Craddock??The woman smiled. ?I imagine it won?t take long to drain you of the excess,? she said. ?But first we must measure you.??Whatever you say, Nurse Craddock.?I just lay there as Mrs Craddock took the tape measure and used both hands to press it against my erection. ?I make that seven point eighty-four inches,? she said at length.I didn?t like the sound of that. Eight inches sounded much better. ?Why not just round the figure up?? I said.?Exactitude!? Mrs Craddock exclaimed. ?Medical science demands nothing less!? There was no answer to that. The woman put the tape measure to one side. ?Now for the procedure,? she said, grabbing my cock, latex fingers gripping me hard as she began the treatment.I didn?t want to cum already; I?d only just arrived. I was supposed to play along, but could I at least try to alter the course of events? ?This seems a very unorthodox procedure, Nurse Craddock,? I said.Mrs Craddock?s hand kept on moving. ?Don?t worry, Darren. I know what I?m doing. I?m a professional.?The way she said it, coupled to the way she was dressed and her actions, suggested not so much health care professional as seasoned sex worker. I couldn?t help it. A hand shot out, making a play for one of her full breasts.?Tut, tut, Darren!? Mrs Craddock admonished. ?Please lay still and let me perform the necessary procedure!?This was unbearable, but I did as I was told, all the while staring at Mrs Craddock?s big tits as she continued wanking me with determined strokes, desperate to get my hands on them. Well, frankly I would have settled for getting my hands anywhere on Mrs Craddock. While her breasts exerted a fascination on me, there was much more to stare at. With Mrs Hotter I?d developed a fetish for stockings, and Mrs Craddock?s stocking tops were highly visible. I felt an urgent desire to unbutton her coat, to discover what she looked like underneath in full. In the magazines I had at home, slutty nurses always wore the most delicious underwear.My eyes wandered back up, resting on her bosom a while, then landing on her face. Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan (http://www.viviescort.com/) Mrs Craddock was staring at me intently. ?How are we doing, Darren?? she asked.With Mrs Hotter I?d always had a terrible impulse to blurt out whatever was in my head, but I was determined not to break the spell of the game, as I understood it. So I just said, ?Very well, thank you, Nurse Craddock.??How close are you to ejaculating, Darren?? Then her tongue came out, sliding all over her lips in an unmistakably seductive way.It was impossible not to imagine her tongue and lips attending to me. I stared at her face, feeling the firm grip of her hand, her determined strokes. My mind was trying frantically to get to grips with how to play the game, searching for a line that was suggestive and witty. What came over my lips was, ?Do you like facials, Nurse Craddock???That?s a very inappropriate question,? she admonished. But she was smiling too, and her tongue came out once again, sliding all over her lips in a very suggestive manner.This was impossible to resist. More inappropriate thoughts were hurtling towards my tongue, but I swallowed them down, even as I felt the irresistible rise of my spunk, brought forth by Mrs Craddock?s firm ministrations. She was still teasing her lips with her tongue, making me think of nothing but being given oral treatment. ?Let me know when you?re about to ejaculate,? Mrs Craddock said. ?It?s imperative that I?m prepared.??It won?t be long now, Nurse Craddock,? I said. And then, because she wiggled her tongue at me before shaping her lips into a little ?o?, I lost it. I was back with Mrs Hotter, to whom I could say virtually anything. ?You?re so fucking hot! I want to cum all over your face and tits, Nurse Craddock!??You?re being inappropriate again, Darren.? Then she smiled. ?But if thinking such things helps you to ejaculate, I suppose I can overlook it. I do need a sample of your semen, Darren.?That ensured that she would get it, instantly. ?I?m cumming, Nurse Craddock,? I gasped. ?Please let me cum on your???That?s good, Darren,? Mrs Craddock interrupted, grabbing the beaker as her jobbing hand squeezed me so hard I was momentarily afraid my rod was going to break in two.Then I was giving a strangled cry as sperm shot out of me. Mrs Craddock was holding the beaker so as to capture the seemingly never ending stream of spunk that kept on spurting. Having held back for more than 117 hours, it was a relief, but I still wished I was cumming on Mrs Craddock?s face or tits or anywhere but in the beaker.That was until I was done and the woman straightened her body, holding the vessel up and eyeing it. ?That?s a very impressive amount, Darren,? she said. ?Even for a young lad of your age.??Thank you, Nurse Craddock.??It was an observation, not a compliment.? But it was clear to me now that it was a compliment. Mrs Craddock dipped a latex finger into the beaker before licking it. ?Nice and healthy,? she concluded, ?Just as I remember.??That?s good, right??Mrs Craddock raised an eyebrow. Instead of answering the question, she placed the beaker on the nightstand ? not the one with the photo of her and Mr Craddock. ?Now, Darren,? she said. ?What I?m about to do may seem a little strange, but it?s imperative that I test the moisturizing properties of your semen.?I understood that this was perfectly ridiculous, but of course I would go along with it. If my confidence was limited in some areas, it was practically absolute in respect of my ability to cum at least twice with this gorgeous woman, so if she wanted to prolong things, that was fine by me. ?I understand, Nurse Craddock,? I said. ?I have every faith in you. You?re the professional after all.?This brought a smile from the woman. I wasn?t sure exactly what she had in mind, but I was extremely gratified when she unbuttoned the coat, even if she did do it in a very businesslike way. Finally I got to see more of her body, and more crucially the incredibly sexy knickers she was wearing, all snug-fitting white lace. I felt an urgent desire to reach out and touch her, but not being entirely sure about where she was going with this, I forced myself to keep my hands to myself.Having already got a fair glimpse of boob, I was nevertheless rendered breathless by their beautiful roundedness beneath the woman?s bra, which was of the same white lace as her knickers. Not that she kept the bra on for long. That too came off in a very businesslike fashion.Then I hardly knew how to control myself. As my eager young eyes feasted on Mr Craddock's exposed boobs for the very first time, the woman took the beaker with my sperm from the nightstand. Holding her other gloved hand under her breast to prevent spillage, she poured a quantity of the semen onto herself and gave a quick rub, repeating the procedure with the other breast, emptying the beaker in the process.My mouth fell open. Mrs Craddock just smiled, replacing the empty beaker and proceeding to massage her big mounds, rubbing my spunk into them. Her taut nipples glistened, rendering me as hard as a rock. Fuck, the woman was Viagra on legs, or would have been if Viagra had been invented then. It was practically torture not knowing what Escort Anadolu Yakası (http://www.viviescort.com/) to do, not having a clue what she wanted from me.I reached out instinctively to touch her between her legs, but Mrs Craddock slapped my hand away. ?Tut, tut, Darren. Patience is a virtue!?How unbearable could things get? Searching for something to say that was in keeping with the game, I said, ?I?m sorry, Nurse Craddock. Were the moisturizing properties of my spunk, um, to your liking??Mrs Craddock smiled, still fondling her big breasts. ?You have excellent semen, Darren,? she said. Then she paused, her hands coming away from her big boobs. ?I have a further test I wish to perform.?The way things were, there was no way of knowing what this test might entail, but there was no doubt as to my reply. ?Whatever you say, Nurse Craddock.?There was a gleam in the woman?s eye as she opened the drawer in the nightstand, bringing out a sleep mask. ?I need to test your reactions when you are deprived of sight,? she decided.This was very weird, but I lifted my head, allowing her to fit me with the mask. I didn?t much care for not being able to see, since she was so gorgeous, but Mrs Hotter?s advice was still ringing in my head. ?Whatever a woman wants, just go along with it.? So I lay there, hearing her move, allowing her to take my legs and move them further apart. ?Wait here a moment, Darren,? she said. ?I won?t be a minute.??I won?t be going anywhere, Nurse Craddock.?Alone on the bed in the dark, I wondered where she?d gone ? perhaps to change gloves as she had done last time. But more importantly my feverish imagination roamed every conceivable thing she might have in mind for me, though given her penchant for peculiar games, how could I be sure of anything? I was imagining her on top of me, grinding down on my cock as she thrust her tits in my face, when I heard footsteps.?Darren!? she exclaimed. ?There?s nothing wrong with your virility, is there???It?s from thinking of you,? I blurted.?Tut, tut, Darren. Were you having inappropriate thoughts again??I forced myself not to make a complete arse of myself, contenting myself with saying, ?Very inappropriate, Nurse Craddock.??Oh dear!? Mrs Craddock exclaimed. Then, ?But I suppose that?s only to be expected from a young lad your age.?I didn?t really know what to say. Thinking how badly I wanted to see the woman, I fell into my old trap with alarming ease. ?It?s just that you?re so fucking hot, Nurse Craddock. ?Like one of those kinky nurses in???Sush,? Mrs Craddock said. ?I think it?s best if you remain silent and allow the test to go ahead, Darren, don?t you??Suitably chastened, I said, ?Yes, Nurse Craddock.?There was movement, I could feel the shifts in the mattress and sense Mrs Craddock climbing onto the foot of the bed. I just lay there, waiting, sensing her between my legs. There was gripping. Her latex hand was gripping my cock as so many times before. She tugged it once, twice, three times. I wondered where this was going, but I?d been told to keep silent, and now Mrs Craddock was silent too.But silence became impossible when I felt it. I didn?t speak, but I gave a groan of pleasure when I felt the softness against the root of my cock. Finally! I desperately wanted to see, but if Mrs Craddock wanted to do things this way, so it must be. I didn?t understand why she didn?t want me to see. Shame, perhaps? But how could she stand to have that photo, that image of her husband staring straight at her as she worked her tongue up and down my shaft?No, forget about Mr Craddock. Just concentrate on how good it felt to finally have Mrs Craddock tasting me. As her lips kissed my bulb, I pictured her face, thrilled by the image that formed in my head of what it looked like. Pre-cum oozed out and silence became impossible. ?Oh, that feels so good!? I breathed.Mrs Craddock removed her lips from me for a moment. Fingers surrounded me, then lips surrounded the helmet as her tongue slithered over the tip of my cock. There was more wanking as her lips held steady just below my big, swollen head. I forced myself to remain silent. With Mrs Hotter I would have been able to exclaim almost anything, but I still wasn?t sure about Mrs Craddock and didn?t want to put her off.By now it felt as if it would have been hard to put her off. There was more tongue swirling, more movement up and down my shaft, more kissing of random parts of my manhood. I imagined Mrs Craddock down there, between my legs, with her big tits still impregnated with my sperm, her cool blue eyes with a subtly wicked gleam as she took little nibbles of me, tongue and lips combining to pleasure me and frustrate me in equal measure.Then frustration was over as she went down on me proper. My rod was suddenly slick with her saliva as she slid her lips down it. The movement was slow but exquisite. ?Oh, yes!? I groaned. The lips were pulled off. Latex fingers clutched me, giving a few strokes before lips were plunged back down on me. Mrs Craddock kept a firm grip on the root of my cock as she sucked and licked my rod by turns.Why was I not allowed to see? I had the feeling it must look really filthy, but if this was the price I must pay for a blow-job from Mrs Craddock, I would pay it. I could always picture her in my head. Picture her tongue as she lashed at the helmet, maybe even picture her drooling as she went back down on me, sucking greedily.?It would appear the taste of the patient agrees with you,? Mrs Craddock said. ?I get the feeling you?re enjoying yourself too much, Nurse Cathcart.?A giggle was the only reply, while the shock was immediate.