Nurse Tickle Novels & Stories

For some reason, her hands were itching to teach the latter a very good lesson just so she could put herself in the right place. “Just nearby...” the nurse snorted disdainfully, “must be flirting with the other nurse who was taking a break...” she added looking all too nonchalant with her outspoken words. “What kind of fucking clinic is this?” Izzabelle finally lost her restrained temper and she roared at the nurse. Her stares turned darker as she looked at the latter with her vicious eyes. The nurse chickened out and she trembled on her seat missing out on tending Izzabelle’s wound. She had pressed it harder unintentionally earning her a loud growl from the latter.

Come here. My heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement twisting in my gut. I was the nurse, supposed to be in charge, but with Marcus, it was all roleplay—him as the demanding patient, me as the eager slut ready to break every rule. I stepped closer, my heels clicking on the linoleum floor, the door clicking shut behind me. Before I could say a word, his large hand shot out, grabbing my wrist in a firm grip that sent sparks up my arm. He yanked me down onto the bed, pulling me so close that his thick cock pressed hot and hard against my thigh through my uniform skirt.

I had to go to the bathroom, and by the time I returned, the door was wide open, and whoever had been inside was gone. They must have snuck out while I was away. After my rounds, there was little left for me to do, so I decided to go into the break room and play some games on my phone to pass the time. I was so engrossed in the game that I barely noticed when the door opened. I glanced up, and there she was—Veronica Adams, the nurse. Veronica was attractive, with a figure that turned heads without even trying. Even in her nurse's uniform, there was something bold about her dressing. The fabric hugged her curves like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.

Laying in bed chatting was so good, but right now tickling her may not have been the best idea… Hands were wandering, she was giggling, her head thrown back, a big smile on her face… parts of me were getting a tad bit excited. I was now almost kneeling above her, tickling her, as she attempted to tickle me too, but she was failing miserably as she could barely see where she was actually tickling to get a good shot in. It was almost funny in itself. I continued to tickle her, loving the sound of her giggles, loving the sight of her laughing… This is what I wanted for her, to feel free, to feel happy. I just hope she is feeling as free and as happy as she appears. I know she has been through a

It doubles me over, but my concern isn't for myself; it's for the baby. My diaphragm involuntarily expels grunts every few breaths, and nausea washes over me like I've never felt before. Strangely, amidst all the discomfort, I notice a tickle in the center of the pain. It feels as if a tiny fish is swimming around inside me. That tickle begins to grow, gradually pushing back the surrounding ache.

She said, flashing a smile that was more businesslike than friendly, and it took everything not to slap it off her face. “Hmm.” I managed to moan weakly when pain spread to my arms. “Sorry about that.” The nurse from earlier said, “I am Nurse Bella, and these are my colleagues. We are just going to check your vitals, and I will ask you some questions. Blink once for a yes and twice for a no, is that alright?" There was something within me that had problems following the rules. Rules were meant to be broken, and I have made it my life mission to break rules. But this was important, so I blinked once.

I said holding his cheeks in my palms. He smiled. "Really?..I understand what you are saying...there is truth in it..it's fine let's get to know our new selves better..I'm happy because i know you will still be mine..." He said pecking my cheeks. "tcheew" we heard a loud hiss and turned to see the rude nurse. She's already changed into a white tank top tucked into a green mini skirt..her lips shone with red lipstick and her blonde hair fell down to her shoulders..

up and down making it glisten with saliva. She then sucked on my hairless balls. Gently at first but slowly increasing the pressure until she spat it back out again wet and pulsating before repeating with my other testicle. My cock was throbbing with pleasure and fit to burst, when she lowered her mouth onto my penis. Her head bobbing up and down was amazing and as she sucked, she fondled my balls twisting, turning and squeezing them. I felt her little finger rim my ass hole and then slip inside. I felt the cum building up inside. More, more. I was truly close and try as I might I could not hold on much longer. She slurped down below as my cock was covered in her spit and dribble. Up and do

Jackson said and the nurse was already blushing hard. “Really?" Her ears were eager to hear more of his sweet talk as they were like sugar to her soul. Jackson can never be short of words so he kept on sweet talking her and wooing her and before you knew it he was already touching her body as he placed his hand on her waist, very close to her ass and she seemed to like it. “You are one naughty boy, ain't you, Mr Bright?" The nurse smiled. ”I am just a sick patient who needs treatment from the best nurse around," he said and when it seemed things were about to get a little bit more freakier the door opened up and a beautiful young lady walked in.

Derek said to her and now pressed his body on hers making sure she could feel the bulge of his erection. “Please I am in a relationship,” The nurse cried out again and she was even sobbing already now. “Come on now, I am not biting your neck off. I told you I don't bite,” Derek said in a taunting voice smiling at her with an evil glint in his eyes as he breathed into her ear. The Nurse shivered as she looked at the door wishing someone could find them on time. She also tried to do something with her hand that was in her pocket secretly without being noticed of course as she feared for her life.