Date: Sun, 03 Feb 2002 08:51:09 +0000
From: Andrew Serway <a_serway@hotmail.com>
Subject: The English Patient - TG

Disclaimer: The following is a fictional story. It contains descriptions of
cross-dressing, gay sex, and pissing. If this offends you or it is illegal
for you to read this, then DONT.

Any comments, similar stories, etc would be welcome. Email me:
a_serway@hotmail.com

THE ENGLISH PATIENT
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When I recieve an e-mail from Richard telling me he is coming to my city
for a conference, my cock twitches and hardens in delight and anticipation,
and I have to free it from my jeans.

I had been cruising the net looking for a transvestite appreciator for some
time after I finally lost my virginity as a woman. My wonderful experience
with a cab-driver and a cop had given me a taste for the pleasures that can
be experienced wearing women's clothing with other men who understand your
desires.

I had been e-mailing a man in England who seemed friendly, open and honest.
We had exchanged pictures (me of course in my sexiest lingerie), and if the
picture I recieved in reply was honest, it seemed like I was on to a good
thing. He was older (40's I guessed, I'm in my 20's), but that is how I
prefer my men.

My hard cock in hand, I scan back over our correspondence which I have
saved. My turgid organ drools pre-cum as I stroke it, masturbating lazily
over the fantasies we exchanged. As they dance before my eyes in all their
depraved ASCII text glory, my hand gradually rubs my cock faster and
faster. His needs and mine fit together perfectly, and I find myself
thinking that three weeks is an unbearable amount of time to wait before
meeting my new lover.

As my masturbation grows frantic and I begin to pant pre-orgasmically, my
mind fills with lewd images. I want to present myself before Richard in my
hottest satin outfit, to parade myself seductively in front of a hot,
appreciative man rubbing his stiff cock, engorged with desire for my
feminized body. I want to submit to his every whim, to be used for his
pleasure, and to have his lust for me sprayed over my satin-clad body in
thick spurts of cum. I want to show him how much I desire him by making my
own swollen cock spew hot seed over my stomach.

And then I realise the cum spurting from my cock is not in a fantasy, but
that I am climaxing from my furious masturbation. My penis is twitching
delightfully and I gasp, several jets of hot sperm shooting into the air
and splashing down over my jeans and t-shirt.

I reply to his e-mail as I lick the semen from my fingers, my sticky cock
slowly deflating as I type my phone number and tell him to give me a call
when has time to see me.

The three weeks pass slowly, my every waking moment, and many sleeping
moments, spent dreaming of the moment in which we will meet and fuck.

But finally the day arrives when the phone rings and a man with a
pronounced English accent is on the other end. We catch up briefly, and
then arrange to meet at his suite at the Hotel Carlisle, an upmarket place
in the city, at 8pm the following night.

Work the next day seems to pass even slower than the preceding three weeks,
but after what seems an interminable amount of time, I am finally home. I
strip naked as soon as I am in the front door, freeing my already erect
penis from the uncomfortable confines of my day clothes.

I spend an hour in the shower, cleaning, lathering and shaving myself. Soon
my cock, balls, ass, legs and chest are hairless. I also clean my
insides. I get out and dry myself and powder every inch of my skin, leaving
it smooth and soft.

I long ago have selected my outfit, and so I quickly begin the pleasurable
process of dressing for the evening. First I reach for my red lace
g-string. Shaking like a leaf, I marvel at its' elegance: no men's garment
looks this good. I rub them over my face, my neck, my chest, finally
wrapping my cock in their glorious fabric. As I step into them, and slide
them up over my hairless thighs to my groin, I feel as though I am stepping
into paradise. My erection throbs, and I fight the urge to jerk off, as I
have done for the past four days (I want my load to be big and powerful for
Richard). The g-string does a laughable job of covering my package, but
that is the effect I desire.

Next I fasten a red lace corset around my waist, with its' elastic
suspenders dangling idly against my thighs and ass. The lace clings tightly
to my back and waist, giving me a slightly more feminine curve. Above this,
I strap on a red lacy bra.

Next I get out my sheer red nylon thigh-high stockings with the floral lace
tops. This is my favorite part. As their smoothness encases first my left
foot, I begin to delicately roll them up, over my calf and knee to the
middle of my thigh. As I roll on the right, my cock spasms violently and
for a second I am afraid I am going to climax uncontrollably. I pause,
catch my breath, and manage to slide the nylon all the way on. As I clip
the front suspenders to the lace stocking-tops, I feel a tug in the corset
around my waist, making the fabric rub deliciously against my skin. The
back suspenders are a little trickier, but soon I have them streched nicely
across my buttocks and clipped into place.

I then slip in a pair a breast forms I purchased soon after my first night
in panties, and they pad out my chest nicely. I allow my hands to explore
my 'breasts', delighted at the realism.

Over it all, I slip a short red cocktail dress, loving the quiet rustle as
it slides over my bra and corset, before settling just below the tops of my
stockings. I know that when I bend over for him, Richard will have full
view of my stockings, panties and suspenders.

Next I slip my stocking-clad feet into a pair of red leather high heels.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I love the way their angle accents my
calves, and as I walk, the wriggle they impart to my ass. I then lightly
make up my face, preferring a natural, understated look when it comes to
cosmetics. The finishing touch to my outfit is the brunette wig I purchased
along with the breast forms.

It is not yet time to leave though, so I parade myself infront of the
mirror. I lounge lazily about my room, crawling on all fours, presenting my
panty-clad ass to the mirror, spreading my legs, high-heeled shoes in the
air, rubbing my tits through my dress, stroking my nylon-clad thighs,
exploring every inch of my femininity, working through every lewd,
seductive and submissive pose my dirty mind can conjure, the image of a
sexy girl with a throbbing hard cock in her panties waiting to be fucked by
her lover driving me wild. I barely control myself from grabbing my penis
and wanking to orgasm, but it is finally time to go.

I call a cab and when it arrives I find myself checking out the driver out
of habit. But we arrive at the Carlisle uneventfully.

Richard had given me his room number over the phone, so I proceed straight
across the opulent lobby towards the elevators. A large bar sits in the
middle of the ground floor, and as I saunter by I feel eyes upon me, and I
love the sensation, of being watched, being desired. Gone are the days when
I felt nervous about appearing in public as a woman, now I feel sexy and
aroused. I am lucky I had tucked my erection into the elastic waistband of
my g-string, otherwise a prominent bulge would be ballooning my dress out
in front of me.

At the elevators, I reach out to press the up button, and as I do, I notice
my hand trembling with anticipation. When the elevator arrives, I find I
have butterflies in my stomach: I am excited and horny and thrilled all at
once. I and several other business men file into the car, and the doors
slide shut.

"Seventeen, please," I say aloud.

As the lift takes off, I feel a hand brush against the back of my thigh. An
accident?  No, the car is not that crowded. I smile to myself as I briefly
toy with the notion of rubbing my ass back against that hand, having him
take me his room, and then giving him the shock of his life when I grind my
hard swollen cock into his him when he searches for my pussy. But no: for
tonight at least I am taken.

I have managed to calm myself by the time I reach the seventeeth floor. I
step off the lift, sorry to disappoint my mystery fondler, and stroll
purposefully down the hallway to Richard's room. Without hesitation, I
knock on the door.

Their is a brief moment in which I get a sinking feeling of terror, that
this is all too good to be true. What if he gave me a false picture? What
if he lied about himself?  What if he is an asshole? What if...?

But my sinking feeling turns to delight when he opens the door and is even
better looking than his picture.

"Hello," he says in his English accent, smiling.

"Hello, Richard" I reply, returning his smile.

I realise with a slight smile that he must have been just as worried about
my credentials as I was about his when he says:

"You look even better than your picture."

"Thank you, so do you," I answer truthfully.

He invites me into his suite, and I am momentarily thrown by its
opulence. I gaze across to the large king-size bed and my hungry asshole
twitches with the hope that we will be putting it through it's paces
shortly.

"Sit down, please," says Richard motioning to the large couch. "Can I offer
you champagne?"

"I'd love one," I reply gratefully. My momentary attack of nerves had left
my mouth somewhat dry, not the ideal state for what I hoped would follow.

We sit on the couch sipping our champagne, talking small talk, but my body
is screaming out for sex. The tip of my cock oozes sticky pre-cum onto my
belly, and my heart is pounding.  I shift myself closer to him on the
couch, our thighs pressing together. He looks me in the eyes. I am so hot I
will probably shoot the minute he touches my cock.

"Would you like to dance?" Richard asks.

I smile and nod, and he goes to the big entertainment unit and turns it on.
A slow jazz number issues from unseen speakers. He leads me by the hand to
the centre of the room, and takes my hand in his, placing the other in the
small of my back. I close my eyes as we dance, and soon Richard slides his
hand down my back with a rustle to my ass. That is all I can stand, the
days of starving myself from release proving to be my worst enemy: I cannot
hold back. I grind my crotch into his thigh and come instantly, moaning in
his ear. My erection twitches, and the skimpy g-string does nothing to hold
back the flood of warm semen. Groaning and humping his leg, I feel a large
wet patch spreading on the front of my dress, seeping into his trousers,
and soon I feel the slow crawl of hot sperm dribbling down my left thigh
over my stockings.

"Oh my," I say, mortified, but delightfully relieved. My balls had been
starting to ache.

"I'm so sorry," I continue. "I'm terribly embarrassed."

"Don't worry," he says with a grin. "I'll help you clean up."

With that, he slides to his knees in front of me. My eyes drift shut in
ecstacy as he caresses my left leg, trailing a finger up over my stocking,
and under my dress. I shiver as he gathers up some sperm on his finger, and
licks it off. Soon he pushes my dress up, and is nibbling my suspender
elastic, licking my thighs, eating the sperm from my legs, and sucking it
from the fabric of my stockings.

When my thigh is clean, I feel him sliding my g-string down around my upper
thighs, and sucking the sperm from it's skimpy crotch. I am soon grinding
myself against his face, urging him to stop teasing me and to suck my cock.

"Please. Suck my cock. I want it so bad. Suck me please," I beg.

The intolerable teasing is driving me crazy as Richard licks my balls. I
feel him tonguing the smooth eggs dangling between my legs, flicking them
playfully, setting them swaying in their smooth sack.

"Please suck my fucking cock Richard," I moan.

Finally he begins to tickle the cum slickened shaft of my limp penis with
his tongue, licking up the sticky remnants of my messy premature
ejaculation.

"Oh yes. Take it in your mouth, please..."

He gently pops my angry red cock head into his mouth and sucks it gently as
though it were a lollipop. The blood rushes from my head to my crotch, and
I know I will be hard again soon. As he slowly rolls his tongue in wet
swirling circles about the ever-swelling tip of my penis, I feel him slide
a hand up the inside of my right thigh, back past my balls between my legs
towards the crack of my ass. I widen my stance to give his hand room to
play, and wiggle my behind to try and catch a probing finger with my
wrinkled anal opening.

"Slip a finger in me and get me ready for your cock," I sigh.

By now Richard has taken most of my semi-erect penis into his hot hungry
mouth, and I am wondering if it can get any better. I realise it can as I
feel him gently tickle my anal bud, coaxing me to open up and allow him
in. I have no choice but to relax my sphincter and I almost cum again when
I feel him gently insert his middle finger into my ass up to the third
knuckle. By the time he begins to gradually slide it in and out, around and
around, I am fully hard, and Richard's skilled mouth is sliding deftly back
and forth across it's veiny surface, which is slick with his saliva.

Over and over I can feel him drawing his lips along its length, each time
going deeper and deeper until I feel my cock head press against the back of
his throat. His finger in my backside is exploring, probing, massaging the
hot interior walls of my anus, making me gasp, filling me delightfully. I
unconsciously undulate my hips, fucking his face, guiding his finger to the
more pleasurable spots inside me, rubbing my hot interior against him. My
hands have wandered to my breasts, squeezing them, enjoying their
resistance, their weight in my palms.

Finally I can take no more.

"Fuck me... Fuck me hard, Richard," I beg.

He lets my glistening erection slide from his mouth, gives the head and
shaft one final lick, and then stands up. He leads me by the hand to the
big bed, and throws the cover back revealing white silk sheets. I sit down
on the bed, and wriggle into the middle, loving the sensation of the silk
rubbing against my ass through dress.

"I want to feel your hard cock inside me," I moan.

"And I want to give it to you," Richard replies lustily.

I respond by laying back and indiscreetly pulling my dress up around my
waist to allow him passage to my nether regions. I spread my legs wide,
knees up over my chest, and slide a hand between them, rubbing my aching
balls. Richard is unzipping, and soon he has freed his penis, his pants and
shoes deposited on the floor, forgotten. He kneels on the bed and manouvres
himself into position.

My asshole flares open as I relax my ass muscles when Richard pulls the
cord of my g-string aside. He sucks his finger, moistening it, and I feel
him thoughtfully smearing the saliva around my cavernous anal opening,
getting me slick. Then, taking his thick erection in hand, he leans into
me. I feel the bulbous swollen head fit neatly against my open, gaping
hole, and then comes the joyous pressure as he begins to penetrate me. My
ass easily swallows his shiny plum coloured cockhead, and soon I feel the
turgid flesh of his shaft sliding into me, forcing the air from my lungs,
making me moan and gasp, until his balls are against me, his full length
engulfed by my anal canal, filling the emptiness inside me.

As he begins his long backward stroke, I feel his engorged member sliding
inside me, pleasuring me in the most intimate way. I am lost in delight at
the feeling of once more having a hot, hard, throbbing, living penis deep
in my secret passage. I moan in pleasure at the intense pressure as he once
again slowly thrusts in, sinking his cock head back into my darkest
recesses, as his thick column of hot flesh slides past the cord of my red
g-string.

"Oh yes," I groan as he begins to draw out.

"Oh fuck," I moan as he plunges back in.

I feel him take hold of my stocking clad ankles and place my high heeled
feet on his shoulders, as he senses I am acclimated to his intruding cock,
and steps up the pace accordingly. I begin to moan encouragement to my
lover.

"Yeah... Oh... Fuck me... Ah...  Shit... It's so good... Mmmm... Yeah..."

Richard has a look of determination on his face as he notices I have gone
limp from the effort of accepting his penetration, and obligingly reaches
down to rub my balls and fondle my cock in order to rekindle my
hard-on. His other hand has found my right breast and is rhythmically
squeezing in time with his fucking, which has assumed a good steady rhythm,
incessantly pumping my prostate, driving me crazy, pushing me inexorably
towards orgasm.

I am in my element now: on my back, legs spread, in hot lingerie, with a
cock in my ass.  As Richard fills me over and over with his stiff prick I
feel as though all my Christmases have come at once. The indescribable
sensations of having a hot penis sliding deliciously in and out of my rear
end, feeling my partner's every heartbeat forcing boiling blood through
it's turgid length drives me wild, and I beg him to go faster.

The pleasure of each and every stroke blurs, heightening my arousal,
forcing my cock to swell to an almost uncomfortable hardness. I can feel
the waves of pleasure growing stronger, overlapping, reinforcing, making me
hotter and hotter, my groans loader and more desparerate. I beg him to go
faster.

Richard understands my onrushing climax and speeds up. Soon my halting
cries have merged into a continuous moaning wail of pre-orgasmic
ecstacy. If I have my senses I would be worried about the soundproofing of
the hotel walls, but as it is, every corner of my mind is focused on the
delirious glowing sensation growing between my legs, as my cock swells in
anticipation beneath Richard's wanking hand, my balls twitching and drawing
themselves up in readiness.

"Oh fuck... I'm gonna cum..." I manage to cry.

With that, Richards pounding cock drives me over the edge, and my swollen
prick erupts at his touch, spewing a large geyser of cum into the air, over
his masturbating hand, and over my nice dress, a second stain to match my
previous accident while we were dancing.  My twitching asshole ripples
around his pistoning penis, clenching and unclenching involuntarily as wave
after wave of climatic pleasure forces more and more jets of sizzling cum
from the turgid tip of my flaming cock, almost making me weep with the
pleasure of the explosive release. Even as the orgasm subsides and fades,
Richard continues to pummel my anal cavity with an almost reckless
disregard for my comfort. I beg him for more.

"Fuck... You made me cum so hard... You think you can do it again fag?
C'mon... Yeah...  Fuck me harder..."

I struggle to maintain a grip on sanity in the face of being pinned to the
silk sheets and ravaged by a fucking machine who continues to drill his
battering-ram cock up into my anus with nary a thought for the fact that my
precious prostate had just been squeezed into one of the most violent
eruptions I have ever experienced. That the copious puddles of cum soaking
into my red dress are the product of my second orgasm of the night is
testament to the power of the climax that just wracked my body and caused
my balls to convulsively empty themselves over my body. But I am not about
to let him know he is giving me the fuck of my life without a fight.

"That the best you can do? Oooh... Fuck... Uhh... Harder... I want it
harder... Please..."

"You want it harder?" grunts Richard lustily. "Then get on your knees,
bitch."

Without skipping a beat, I disentagle my stocking-clad legs from his
shoulders, pivot around and am on all fours in the center of the bed. Soon
Richard resumes fucking me with a renewed intensity. My flaccid, drained
cock and balls are slapping back and forth against my stomach, jiggling in
a wild dance as I impale my clenching anus on Richard's masculine spike in
a fucking frenzy. Richard has me by my corseted waist, his own balls
spanking me as he spears his burning erection into my bowels over and over.

His cock in my backside is rubbing my anal canal at a new angle, and after
several minutes I am amazed to find myself growing erect again, my flailing
cock swelling, engorging with lust beneath me, until I feel it pointing up
along my belly. I reach down to stroke it, and I am almost sent head first
into the bedhead as Richard's hips slap against my ass cheeks, catching me
off balance. I steady myself by supporting my weight with my spare hand
against the ornately carved head board, bracing myself against his penile
assault on my tender anus.

"Oh god... That feels so good... Fuck yeah..." I grunt.

"Mmm... Your ass is so hot... I love it..." replies Richard hotly.

For how long Richard drills his hard cock home, I am unsure. Over and over
he forces his hot penis into my well-fucked ass. I am lost in delight, our
groans and lust-filled enthusiams spurring each other on. I don't know how
much I can take, I try everything to bring him off. I clench at his cock
with my ass muscles, rippling them, teasing his shaft with my sphincter,
but he is impervious. What I do manage to do though is work myself to a
third orgasm. I almost pass out as my dizzy head struggles to comprehend
the onrush of my climax, I am tired, drained, spent and sore. But I am
delirious now with my heightened state of arousal. I feel a shudder pass
through my body, my ass contracts around his cock, and my own organ issues
forth a third creamy flood of white-hot sperm, splattering onto the silk
sheets.

My body fails me, and I collapse into my own sticky mess, face down in the
pillows. Luckily it is only a minute or so later that I finally feel
Richards pace slow, before he bellows and instinctively buries himself as
far in me as he can, his throbbing member spurting hot spunk into my abused
ass. Jet after jet of the sticky fluid gushes into me, filling me, soothing
my steaming tunnel, and I am grateful for his gift.

Richard collapses against my back, his cock still buried in my cum-filled
ass, and I feel his heaving chest as he catches his breath. As his cock
withers, my overheated anus slowly expels it, and I can finally stop
concentrating on keeping my ass open and receptive.

When he finally rolls off my back I sigh into the pillows:

"That was unbelievable. When can I see you again?"

"Friday night," replies Richard.

"But you're leaving Saturday," I say, unable to hide my disappointment.

"I know. But we still have all night."

"I guess."

We lie there a moment before Richard speaks again.

"I was wondering. Could you wear something for me next time? I brought it
especially."

"Sure," I say, happy to oblige.

He clambers off the bed and goes to his pile of bags in the corner, and
picks one up.

"Try it on this week, and wear it Friday."

I stand up, feeling his cum leaking from my ass.

How I manage to get home in my state, I am unsure. I vaguely remember the
doorman at the hotel hailing me a cab. He is professional, never giving me
a second glance, or maybe he is just used to seeing cross-dressers leaving
the hotel with wigs askew, cum dribbling down their legs, and stains all
over their dresses.

Upon arriving home I immediately open Richard's bag, and grin when I see
it's contents.

Inside the bag is a white nurses' costume.

In the days to come I do as Richard told me and try on my new outfit with
all the wide eyed innocence of a little girl playing with her mother's
makeup.

The costume is slightly too small, but that suits my needs fine. The tiny
white miniskirt reveals the tops of my sheer white satin stockings, held in
place by a white satin suspender belt.

The white blouse, with its big buttons, conforms nicely to my padded chest,
the forms held in place by one of my strapless white satin bras. The
costume has a pair of white high heels, but I find them a little too small,
so substitute for them with a pair of my own. I decide to wear no panties
this time, like the naughty slut that I am.  I love the feeling of my cock
dangling free beneath my tight dress as I walk. There is also a cute white
cotton hat that contrasts nicely with my dark brunette hairpiece.

I find myself outside Richards door on Friday night, a long black fur coat
hiding my costume. I knock, but there is no answer. Is he to make me wait
more? The past few days have been intolerable. I found myself completely
unable to concentrate on anything, my mind drifting between savouring the
memory of the incredible dicking I had just recieved, and fantasizing about
what will happen in my naughty nurse uniform.

I knock again, but still get no reply. I decide to try the handle, and find
it unlocked.

"Hello," I call, stepping into the suite, but there is no reply and the
lights are switched off.

Closing the door behind me, I fumble for the switch, throwing the room into
blinding light.  I immediately see Richard is already in bed, and I smile
to myself, shrugging off my fur and draping it over the back of a chair. As
I stroll towards the bed, I feel myself growing erect already, wanting
nothing more than to fulfil Richard's fantasy to the utmost of my ability.
By the time I realise Richard is asleep, the bulge of my erection is
prominently visible against my left leg through the tight, hip-hugging,
white mini.

I hesitate at the bed, unsure whether he is honestly asleep or if it is all
part of the game.  In the end, I decide that either way, I will do my best
to maintain the act.

I reach over and grab Richard by the shoulder, shaking him firmly.

"Wake up, sleepy-head," I say. "Wake up."

He comes groggily awake.

"What time is it?"

"Time for your bath," I say, pulling the blankets back. He is wearing dark
blue cotton pyjamas.

"How do you feel today, Richard?" I ask.

"Oh, better than yesterday, Nurse," he says.

I find myself slipping into the role easier than I imagined, and what is
more, I am enjoying it.

"That's good," I answer. "Can you walk to the bathroom today?"

Richard nods and slowly sits up. I almost believe he is sick, he has so
immersed himself in the game. I take him by the hand and lead him slowly to
the room's ensuite.

"Let's get these clothes off, shall we?"

Richard nods, and I unbutton his pyjama shirt, sliding it off his shoulders
and dumping it unceremoniously on the floor.

"And the pants," I say firmly, taking them by the ankles and pulling them
down around this ankles. It brings me face to face with his floppy
penis. It looks so tasty, so masculine, so beautiful in its' dark nest of
fur it is all I can do to resist the urge to suck it into my mouth and give
it the attention it deserves. My own cock throbs almost painfully beneath
my skirt.

"Into the tub," I say, taking him by the hand and helping him in. Richard
sits down, leaning against the side of the large spa bath, which could
easily sit four people.  I climb in after him, my heels clanking on the
metal surface.

"Let's get you clean, shall we?" I breathe. I am trembling with excitement
and lust as I pull my white skirt up around my waist and squat down over
him. I notice his penis stir and begin to grow as Richard realises what is
hapenning. I point my cock at his hairy, muscular chest and begin to
urinate. It is always harder peeing erect: it only comes in a trickle at
first, dripping down over Richards cock and balls, dribbling into his pubic
hair, but soon the pressure builds, and I have a golden fountain splashing
onto his chest, running down over his stomach and soaking his rapidly
expanding genitals.

I am so turned on I am shaking uncontrollably, my heels tapping out a wild,
rapid rhythm on the bathtub floor. I steady myself with my spare hand on
the edge as I direct my stream over his neck and shoulders. In my
excitement I can't help but get a little on my skirt and stockings. A moan
escapes his lips as he reaches down and begins to masturbate his drenched
cock, while revelling in my warm shower.

Soon my fountain dies away and I find myself jerking my own hard member,
rubbing it against my patient's urine-soaked chest, getting it wet and
slick, until it glistens in the light.  I force myself to stop, telling
myself that there is more fun to be had here.

"There you go," I say straightening up, and smoothing out my slightly damp
skirt, tucking my now wet erection back against my leg. "Isn't that much
better?"

"Yes, thank you, nurse," says Richard, barely able to control the lust in
his voice, his hand slurping as it slides up and down his pee-coated pole.

"Now stop that," I say sternly, slapping his hand away from his hard, wet
cock. "I need to collect a sample from you now."

"Of course, Nurse. Sorry," says Richard, sounding like a child scolded. I
take him by the hand and help him to his feet. Still standing in the tub, I
turn my back to him and bend over, the white miniskirt pulling up, exposing
my naked rear end, while I support my weight on the edge of the tub.

"Now don't get stage fright," I say gently as I sense Richard taking aim. I
shut my eyes in delightful anticipation, and soon after feel the hot splash
of his piss across my lower back. He takes his time, getting me fully wet,
his warm urine soaking into my clothes. When I feel his stream soak my
buttocks and wash my ass crack, splashing over my pucker, I let a small
moan escape my lips. Richard's pee drenches me, running down my buttocks
and legs, seeping through my stockings, pooling in my white high-heels,
dripping into the tub and running away down the plug hole.

I feel so content. This hot man is pissing on me, marking his territory,
making me his, debasing me in the most intimate way. With his urine
dripping from me, no barriers stand between us, our lust for each other
exposed completely. At this thought, a strangled cry escapes my lips, and I
find my penis twitching, ejaculating messily over the inside of my skirt.

"That's a good boy," I moan as my pulsing cock coats the nurse skirt with
squirt after squirt of thick, ropey jism while Richard's urine splashes
over my ass.

All too soon I feel Richard finish, and I instantly miss the warm, gentle
tickling of his stream striking my body. I am busy savouring the sensation
of his hot pee dribbling all over my stocking clad legs, when I feel his
penis probing my ass crack, seeking entrance.  I want him in me so bad, but
I also want this to last, so I stand up, denying him access to my sex.

"Now just what do you think you're doing?" I say playfully. "I'm a nurse
and I have a job to do. I need to check your prostate."

"Yes, Nurse. Sorry, Nurse," says Richard.

"Now turn around and bend over."

Richard does as he is told, standing with legs slightly apart, hands on the
edge of the bath. I briefly let my hands run over his naked, wet ass
cheeks, before slipping a hand into the cleft between his buttocks. My
middle finger slides over the tight opening to his asshole, massaging it,
getting it pee-slick, easing it open. Soon I have gradually eased in my
fingertip, and Richard is moaning, reaching back and rubbing his own
dripping dick.

Sensing little resistance, I proceed to slide my finger in deeper. Richard
moans loader, so I soon slip it all the way in. I begin to slide it back
and forth, slowly yet deeply, all the while slowly making slow circular
motions to loosen his asshole.

"Mmmm... Thankyou, Nurse," sighs Richard as I gently massage his insides,
seeking the spots which make him gasp. Soon he is sliding his ass back and
forth on my probing finger like a seasoned bottom, and I feel his muscles
slowly relaxing, rippling and accepting my intruding digit. His hand on his
cock catches my rhythm and begins to stroke in time. My own spare hand
wanders to my penis and begins to rub it, fondling my balls, coaxing it
hard again. Faced with the sight of a grown man soaked in pee submitting to
my will, it doesn't take long.

Removing my finger, I hitch my skirt up around my waist, and aim my cock at
Richard's asshole, pressing the shiny, tumescent, purple head at the
wrinkled mouth.  Not waiting for a sign, I lean against his back, feeling
my penis puncture the tight muscle ring of his sphincter, and break into
the hot, clenching cave of pleasure behind.  My piss slickened cock meets
little resistance, and I find myself wondering if this man is really the
top he claims top be. And as I slide deeper into his rectum, I wonder am I
really the bottom I claim to be?

"Oh Nurse... Yes..." moans Richard as I draw my hips back now, sliding my
erect rod back out along the hot tunnel it had just so pleasurably
penetrated. I find myself moaning too. It is all too much for my dirty
mind. Here I am, wearing a nurse's uniform, soaked in piss, fucking a hung
Englishman up the ass.

I soon find myself stuffing my thick prick up his backside with a
viciousness that shocks me. The groans and grunts and obscenities that
issue from our foul mouths echo about the bathroom, filling my ears. Again
and again I shove myself as deep into my lover as I can, feeling his hot
bowel walls engulfing and rubbing my slick shaft. That Richard will allow
my girly prick to violate his manly ass over and over turns me on in a way
I had never imagined. I want to give him the same pleasure I know I derive
from having a man's hot dick inside me.

"More, nurse.... More..." cries Richard as his ass is pounded.

I try to respond to his calls, but I am at the limit of my abilities,
driving my spike into his yielding anus with a jackhammer-like ferocity, a
single-minded desire born of the need to bring myself to a crashing orgasm
by stimulating my penis in the deepest folds of his bowels.

I feel the distant rumblings of a climax come surging through my groin,
radiating outward, making my asshole twitch hungrily as my primal grunts
reach an alarming crescendo, before the explosion racks my body. I tear my
pulsing penis from his backside, and with a cry of "I'm cumming," proceed
to wank myself over his back, feeling the incredible relief of pressure as
I shoot several gobs of gooey spunk over his ass cheeks and back.

Before my orgasm has even subsided, Richard has flung me over and
penetrated me with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. But I don't
care. Despite having just orgasmed, my ass is hungry, hungry for that
sensation that can only come from having a man shove the hot, hard symbol
of his lust for me into my wanton anus. I feel him filling my ass with his
hot meat, and I am eager and willing to give up my most private orifice for
his personal pleasure.

As he takes hold of my hips and begins to fuck, I am again reminded of a
sledgehammer, the way his powerful thrusts shift me back and forth. I am
amazed I can keep a grip on the ground, considering I am standing bent over
in a pee-soaked bathtub wearing high- heels.

"Oh yes... Fill me with your cock," I beg as the relentless pounding of my
ass continues, and the wet, slapping, sounds of our peed-on bodies
colliding echo about the ensuite. The feeling of his hot man-cock
pentrating my feminized ass fills me with contentment, and I feel as though
I could quite happily die as long as Richard's hard column was ramming my
ass when the moment came. I beg him for more, shifiting my high-heeled feet
to get a better grip on the ground, spreading them wider to better feel the
sensation of his stiff penis burrowing home over and over into my eager
ass, filling my canal with it's glorious fleshy heat.

"Harder!" I moan, and soon my breath is coming in ragged gasps as Richard
steps it up a gear, slamming that cock I so crave into me with a dogged
determination to fill my anal cavity to capacity with every stroke. I can
feel every inch of his hot flesh stroking back and forth inside my ass with
a clarity that seems overwhelming. Each throb, each thrust, each twitch of
his swollen penis pushes me inexorably towards a third orgasm, and I cry
out in delight.

"Oh shit," I gasp as I am enveloped in a wave of climatic pleasure. My poor
abused prostate issues forth a meagre load of sperm through my semi-hard,
dangling penis, wracking my ass with convulsions, my muscles contracting
around Richard's thrusting cock rhythmically. My seed splatters into the
tub between my feet, mixing with the yellow puddles of piss.

My climaxing anus drives Richard over the edge, and he cries out
orgasmically. I slide myself from his erection and sink to my knees before
him, offering my face as a receptacle for his tasty gift. I sigh in delight
as his first spurt splashes across my forehead and into my hair. The warm
flood continues, splattering over my face, into my mouth, giving me the
best make-over a girl could ever have. When he is done milking himself over
me, I can't help but take his rapidly deflating penis in my mouth and coax
the last drops from the tip, as his load on my face begins it's slow
journey downward, leaving thick ropes of warm cum hanging from my chin,
oozing rivers of it on my neck.

We both then collapse into the tub, wallowing in our own juices, totally
spent. I strip off my soaked clothes, and turn on the taps, and we bathe
together. As we soap each other down, I find my hand lingering over
Richard's flaccid cock.

"Don't even think about it, Nurse," he says with a groan that is more
fatigue than pleasure.

When it finally comes time to leave, I find it hard to hide my
disappointment.

"Will you ever be in town again?" I ask.

"I come to this conference every year," he says.

"A year!" I cry. A whole year?

I guess it's my turn to be patient.

THE END