“Good…in addition to some food, and something to drink which you’ll do, remembering our conversation, that is all you’ll remember doing, other than what I’ve already suggested to you, but right now…what I want you to do for me, is give me a hand-job. Will you do that for me Carla? Give me a nice sensual, pleasuring hand-job?”
Unlike with Gayleen, I felt little or no hesitation, no real internal struggle. I sensed even as she moved closer to my bed, her hand already slipping beneath the sheets, grasping my rapidly stiffening cock, this was something she had done before. I sensed it, sensed her thoughts, the obvious excitement, that element of danger perhaps that she’d experienced before. This wasn’t new to her. And now I know that! She stood next to me, looking down, smiling, her hand starting to caress and methodically stroke my cock there beneath the sheets. I spoke to her openly.
“I take it you’ve done this before yes?”
“Yes,” she almost whispered, still smiling.
“Tell me about it. Tell me how and where you’ve done this before, while you’re doing me. I want to hear it, it arouses me, it arouses you in the telling,” I spoke. Already I could see her nipples were getting hard, even beneath the uniform she was wearing. For as petite as she was, she still had nice-sized breasts, and obviously large thick nipples for them to be showing so suddenly and so easily beneath the confining material.
Still stroking and teasing my cock there beneath the sheet, she began sharing her story with me.
“A few months ago, a man came in, he’d been in some sort of an industrial accident, and had broken both his arms severely. Needless to say, they’d been cast, and for the better part of a week, he was likewise immobilized. We had to do everything for him of course, feeding him by hand, taking care of other personal needs and requirements for him because he couldn’t do so for himself. All part of the job.
Anyway…I’d come in for the evening shift, he was scheduled for a sponge bath, though reluctant and very nervous about my giving him one. Which I soon discovered as to why. He became aroused of course, which some men very often do. Again, we expect it, though going about our business, taught to ignore, pretend, even overlook it at times. That usually does the trick. Once they relax, ‘it’ relaxes,” she laughed softly.
“Except in this case…he stayed hard. Very…very hard. And he happened to have a very large one too. Very noticeable, hard not too…pardon the pun here. But his prick was tenting the sheet, seriously…just the way yours is doing now, only quite a bit more even. He was embarrassed obviously…but highly aroused too.
I felt sorry for him. Very sorry. He’d been here nearly a week at this point, few if any visitors, mostly coworkers, unmarried as I’d eventually learned. Perhaps it was because he was. Because he was so attractive, and so vulnerable, that when he pleaded with me, pleaded with me to do something about it, something…anything…that I then did to him, what I am doing to you now.”
“So you jerked him off, in order to help him out…relax him, satisfy his desperate need.”
“Yes…I did,” she said, sounding almost dreamily as she said that, remembering, suddenly images filling my head of that moment, clear as day. I could see his face, see the room he was in, Carla, standing there beside him, just as she was with me. And she was right too, he had an enormous dick! It was huge! And then I saw something else, something as she thought ahead, still remembering.
“But then he got worried, got nervous about coming, what would happen, where he’d spurt, the mess he would soon be making.”
“Yes he did,” she said, once again sounding dreamily, almost far off as she spoke.
“And he voiced those concerns to you, asking you what he should do…getting close then as he was.”
“Yes he did,” she said again. “But I’d already made up my mind how to handle it,” she grinned looking at me, just as I saw in my mind the same smile on her face when she’d looked down at him.
“You’re going to take my thick creamy load into your mouth, swallow it aren’t you?” I asked.
“Yes I am,” she grinned devilishly at me. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“I’m almost there now,” I informed her. “Go ahead Carla, suck my cock…drink and swallow down my come for me.”
Nervously she did look behind her, over her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, if I see anyone, I’ll say your name. If you hear it again, all will be as it was as I told you. You’re just here performing your duty, your tasks…and on the way out to get me that drink I’d asked for earlier. Understood?”
She again nodded her head in understanding of that.
“Good. Very, very good. Now…suck my cock, suck it well, and make me cum. Make me cum baby, let me squirt off into that pretty little mouth of yours.”