Milf Mrs Lynn. Would love a story or a caption about me…Sorry it took so long to respon

Milf Mrs Lynn. Would love a story or a caption about me… Sorry it took so long to respond Mrs. Lynn. Mr. Fink, Dr. Torrent, the lust demon Hautzinamuff and other such characters in my head all were very interested in playing with you but none of them could think of an explanation for the mask you’re wearing in the picture. Fortunately, young Brandon had an idea. I hope you enjoy the little story. Feel free to send more pictures if you’d like to give the rest of my other psychopaths another chance. NURSE LYNN Lynn couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was an RN for Hell’s sake! She shouldn’t be giving a sponge bath. But the young man in the hospital bed had insisted. Not in an obnoxious, demanding way. He was very polite. But every excuse Lynn came up with was quickly countered and her shift had ended half an hour ago so she really couldn’t say she had anything better to do. It was the smell, she supposed. The smell was why she kept finding excuses to check on the young man. It was why she was in his room instead of halfway home. As a 10 year veteran of hospital work, Lynn had smelled just about every foul odor imaginable. She had trained herself to ignore smells unless she was actually looking for them. So it wasn’t until she had swept the young man’s hospital pants off that she became consciously aware that something about him smelled absolutely heavenly. And so, here she was giving a sponge bath a common orderly should’ve done, long after her shift was over. She shouldn’t be doing this. She took a deep breaths to clear her head. It didn’t work. Or maybe it did… She wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure about anything. She ran this moist’s sponge along the young man’s muscular, mahogany thighs. She quivered. She was a nurse, dammit! Anatomy shouldn’t make her feel so… So… “Does my crotch smell okay?” the young man asked. “Wha..?” Lynn asked with a shudder. “My crotch,” he repeated. “It doesn’t smell bad, does it? That would be really embarrassing. I don’t want you to become uncomfortable nurse Lynn.” “Oh, I’m not… I’m not uncomfortable…,” She assured him and willed herself to relax so he wouldn’t be embarrassed. She was relaxed, she told herself. Not uncomfortable. Everything was fine. “So my crotch smells good?” he pressed. “Oh yes, yes…” she assured him. “It smells… Good…” All sorts of more enthusiastic adjectives sprang to mind, but that wouldn’t be appropriate… Would it? “Are you sure? Could you check for me?” he asked. “Please, would you check how my crotch smells?” Well, he had said ‘please’… So polite… It would be rude not to… She leaned in close and breathed deep… It smelled good. It smelled so good it made her dizzy. She lay her head down on his thigh. Just for a little bit. Just until her head cleared. She giggled softly and rubbed her sponge on his taut, washboard belly, staring at his well-formed penis and enjoying the smell. In all her years as a nurse it was the finest penis she had ever seen. “I am so glad you like the way my cock smells Nurse Lynn,” he said. “It makes me happy to know my cock makes you so very happy. It does make you happy, doesn’t it Nurse Lynn? I can tell my cock makes you very, very happy.” “Very, very happy…” She agreed as his cock started to swell before her. “So very happy…” She was deliriously happy. It didn’t make any sense but she just couldn’t bring herself to care. All she could see was the increasingly turgid cock before her. All she could smell was that heavenly odor. All she could hear was the sweet sound of his voice. “The sponge is too big to clean my cock and balls, don’t you think so Nurse Lynn?” he said. “A delicate job like that needs a delicate tool like that delicate pink tongue of yours. Using your tongue to clean my cock just makes sense doesn’t it? It makes perfect sense Nurse Lynn. It’s what you need to do. It will make my cock happy and that will make you happy and that’s all that matters.” He was right, of course. It really was the only way. It was what she needed to do. So she took a deep breath and that left her tingling all over as she reached out to grab the warm rod of man meat in her hand, to begin deftly and dutifully licking and lapping. It clearly made his cock happy. And that, of course, made her very, very happy. “You’re very good at that, Nurse Lynn,” he encouraged. “You’re a very good cock sucker. You could be a professional.” “Hmmmmmm” she agreed contentedly. Soon she wasn’t sure if she was licking his cock clean because she was a nurse or because she was a whore or because she just really loved his cock. Couldn’t it be all three? Was she a whore-nurse who loved his cock? It seemed right. Was that her idea or was it his or was it the glorious throbbing member in her mouth that had decided she was a whore-nurse. That must be it. It was just so glorious. If it wanted her to be a whore-nurse then that’s what she was and she loved it for making her so. As she nestled her head between his thighs and wrestled his balls between her lips, she was vaguely aware that he was telling her how she worshipped his cock and would do anything for it, but of course she knew that already. Hadn’t she always known that, deep down? With his balls in her mouth and her tongue daintily adoring them, his cock seemed to tower above her. She sighed in contentment. Could life get any better? As if in answer, the balls contracted in her mouth and the glorious cock became a heavenly fountain, raining down on her with hot, glistening pale purple gobbets of ecstasy. She came and her eyes rolled back in her head as darkness overwhelmed her. *** When she awoke, she had been rolled to the foot of the bed. Another nurse was worshiping the young man’s cock with her hands. With her focus on the wonderful cock, it took a while to recognize the black woman adoring it as her colleague Dahlia. “Her it comes…here it comes…oh Brandon it’s so beautiful.” the busty black woman was cooing reverently. “Every time. Every time it just makes me cry with joy! It likes me! Oh please, can I swallow it Brandon? It wants me to! I just know it!” “No, Aunt Dahlia,” the patient rebuked her gently. “Not this time. It wants Nurse Lynn to have this one.” Lynn sprang up to the vertical, the revelation that the young man was Dahlia’s nephew being blown to insignificance at the announcement that he was about to blow his wad again for her! “If that’s what IT wants,” Dahlia demurred. But instead of handing the cock to her, the selfish bitch put a surgical mask over the head of the Beautiful Cock! “No! It’s mine!” Lynn whined. “He said it was mine!” “It’s yours, Nurse Lynn,” the young man assured her, breathless and coming. “It’s yours. Just wait…just wait… One…oh fuck yeah…huh! Huh!” Tears welled up in Lynn’s eyes. It was supposed to be hers! And now he was done and that bitch Dahlia had it there in… “Put the mask on Nurse Lynn, Aunt Dahlia,” the young man instructed. “That’s what my cock wants you to do with it.” “If that’s what it wants, Brandon,” Dahlia said, eye downcast at the rebuke. And then Lynn’s colleague held out the surgical mask, pale purple jism glistening as it soaked through the disposable cloth. Lynn had a tiny orgasm and her stomach flip-flopped. Her eyes went wide with wonder as Dahlia slipped the straps over her ears and she entered olfactory heaven. “Oh! Oh! Oh thank you!” She breathed through the divine mask. “Oh thank you thank you thank you! Thank you both! Oh I’m so… I’m soo…” But there really were no words for what she was and what she was feeling, so she just clutched the mask against her face, smearing herself with the glorious goo and touching paradise with every inhalation. “You like that, don’t you Nurse Lynn.” The young man said…Brandon„,such a beautiful name, Brandon. Lynn nodded her agreement. Like was far to weak a word, but how could she ever contradict the Fountain of Pure Joy? “OK, I think we’re done here,” he said. “Get my clothes Aunt Dahlia.” “But…” the busty black nurse said, her lower lip trembling. “Oh, all right, but make it quick,” Brandon said. “Mom’s expecting us.” “Oh thank you thank you!” she exclaimed and began worshipfully bringing The Beautiful Cock back to its full glory by vigorously employing her hands, mouth and tits. “She’s your Aunt?” Nurse Lynn asked. “Yes, my dear Auntie Dahlia,” he confirmed. “You don’t think that’s wrong, do you Nurse Lynn? ” Lynn giggled and shook her head, making the world spin around and go wobbly. “Nothing’s wrong!” she declared and giggled. “Everything’s right and happy and beauuuuuuutiful.” “That’s a great attitude to have, Nurse Lynn,” he praised. “Could you get my clothes while Aunt Dahlia takes care of her cravings? I really do want to get home. Mom’s going to love you.” “I get to come home with you?” she asked, amazed that her day could actually still get better as she scurried to comply. “I think that’s best, don’t you?” He asked “Oh yes oh yes oh yes!” She agreed vigorously, punctuating her enthusiasm with a deep sniff that left the world all sparkly and had her staggering drunkenly back and forth across the room as she tried to bring Brandon his clothing. “I can check you out,” she told him once she succeeded in finding the bed. “So we can go home and meet your mother. Meet your mother. it’s like I’m your girlfriend!” “No need to check out,” Brandon told her. “I was never even a patient here. Aunt Dahlia just found me an empty room. I’m quite healthy, aren’t I Aunt Dahlia?” So saying, he screwed up his face, thrust his hips and his aunt went spastic, whimpering in ecstasy as he filled her mouth and fulfilled her soul. The young man smiled with justified smugness, breathed deep and returned his attention to Nurse Lynn. “And you’re not so much a girlfriend as you an experiment. You don’t mind being an experiment, do you Nurse Lynn?” **** Nurse Lynn LOVED being an experiment! Brandon suspected that the purple jizz from his magical cock was making physical changes in his mother and aunt in addition to just making them as happy and as horny as could be. He wanted to see what continuous exposure to his jism would do to woman and Nurse Lynn had been the lucky chosen one. Three times a day, Dahlia or Rose would jack Brandon off into one of Nurse Lynn’s special masks. Putting on a fresh mask was always the high point of her existence. She could come just thinking about it now. She liked it even better than Brandon fucking her. Once, he had asked his friend to bend her over the couch and pound her while they changed her mask had that left her gibbering incoherently for hours. The friend didn’t fuck her nearly so well as Brandon could, she knew, but nothing compared to a fresh mask! -- source link
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