Old Nurse Ties Young Man Down And Takes His Cock Deep
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Old Nurse Invites Young Man In
The night was silent. The village slept like a stone. Only one window showed a flickering light, the old house at the far end of the street.
I stood behind the apple tree, swallowed in shadow, but with a perfect line of sight to the window. It was cracked open. The curtain swayed gently in the warm air.
Inside, I saw him.
Tom. Late twenties. Broad shoulders. Athletic frame. Nervous hands. Sitting on the couch next to her.
Her, Greta, was a story all by herself. Retired head nurse. Old as sin, and twice as sly. People in town whispered about her. “Had her own way of touching the boys,” “always a little too hands-on,” and so on. I never believed it. Until now.
She wore a house dress that dipped dangerously low, silver hair in a tight bun. Her hand rested on his thigh. He sat stiff as a board.
“Is this your first night treatment, Tommy?” she asked. Her voice was deep, gravelly. “Or are you already aching between your legs?”
He gave a nervous chuckle. She slid her hand higher.
“You came to the right place, sweetheart.”
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Tom hesitated as she stood and took his hand. But he followed. Straight into the bedroom, just a few steps away. I crept closer, breath held, heart racing. From where I stood, I could see the bed, the lamp, her moving shadow.
She pushed him down onto the mattress. It creaked loud under his weight.
From the bedside drawer, she pulled out a thick white rope — clean, smooth, old-fashioned.
“Hands up, Tommy. I don’t want you moving while I examine you.”
“What… uh…”
“Shhh.”
He obeyed. Arms above his head. She tied him up like she’d done it a hundred times before, wrists secured to the wooden headboard, knots tight, but not cruel. Her fingers wandered down his arms, over his chest, slow and sure.
“So firm,” she whispered. “So young. We’re going to get a full release tonight.”
He exhaled sharply. Her hands were already at his belt. With a click, it came undone. She tugged his pants down to his knees.
He was hard. You could see the bulge pressing against the front of his boxers. She smiled.
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He lay there, bound, shirtless, pants down, the fabric of his boxers stretched tight over his erection. She sat down beside him like a surgeon preparing for something delicate. Her eyes glowed.
She laid her hand directly over the bulge.
“Mmm. You’re all backed up for me, aren’t you?”
He twitched. She kept her palm flat, moving it slowly, side to side, up and down.
“Oh, Tommy,” she murmured. “So ready. So warm. And I haven’t even started yet.”
Her fingers stroked along the thick shape underneath the fabric, tracing its length, circling the head. Then she used just her fingertip, dragging it lightly from base to tip, back again.
He groaned. “You want me to pull them down, don’t you?” He nodded. “Beg for it.”
His lips parted, but she pressed a finger against them.
“No words. I want to feel how much you need it.”
She leaned in, tongue flicking across his neck, one hand still stroking the hard ridge trapped beneath his underwear. The boxers were soaked at the tip.
“I can feel it pulsing. You’re ready to shoot already, aren’t you? But you won’t. Not until I ride it out of you.”
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She made him wait. Minutes passed with just her hand rubbing over his boxers. Sometimes gentle, sometimes firm. Always in control.
“I can smell it,” she said, voice rough. “That sweet, thick tension. But I want it inside me first.”
Finally, she slid her fingers into the waistband. Slowly, inch by inch, she pulled the boxers down. His cock sprang free, heavy and flushed, leaking at the tip. She let out a low, delighted hum.
“Oh, what a thick one. They don’t make ‘em like this anymore.” She bent forward, licking the head, one slow stroke. A wet sound followed. Then she pulled back. “No, no. You’re not getting that yet. You’re going in here.”
She hiked up her dress, straddled him, and without pause, sank down. He gasped.
She stayed there, seated deep, breathing steady. Not moving.
“You feel that, baby? You’re mine now.”
She started riding him. Long, deliberate strokes. Up, down. Letting him feel every inch. Her hips rolled in slow rhythm, her skin slapping softly against his.
“You’ll stay hard as long as I say. I want to feel that pressure build.” He moaned, hips jerking. She grabbed his chest with both hands. “Ah-ah. Not yet. You’ll hold it. Or I’ll tie your balls too.”
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He was close. Too close. I could see it — the tension in his thighs, his toes curling, his jaw locked tight. She knew it too.
“You’re gonna burst, aren’t you?” she whispered. “But I’m not done riding this cock. You’ll give me everything first.”
She moved faster. Her hips hit harder. She leaned forward, face just above his, hair falling loose, eyes locked on his.
“Come for me inside, Tommy. I want that hot shot buried deep.” He tensed. Groaned. Then it hit, a raw, broken sound from his chest.
He came. Deep. Hard. She didn’t stop.
“Ohhh yes. Yes. There it is. Don’t stop, baby. I’m still milking you.” Her hips kept working him, drawing out every drop. Her folds slapped wetly against him, rhythm steady. “More,” she growled. “There’s more. I feel it.”
His whole body shook. She wrung another shudder out of him.
“Good boy,” she said, panting. “Now that’s a proper release.” Finally, she slowed. Then stilled. She stayed on him a moment longer before sliding off, gently, like a doctor finishing a delicate job.
He lay there… wrecked, bound, flushed red. She kissed his cheek. Her fingers stroked through his hair.
“That was only the first session, Tommy,” she whispered. “Tomorrow morning, you’ll come back. I haven’t had enough of your juice.”
From behind the glass, I stepped back into the dark. And kept watching.
