1. An Angel of Mercy in Starched Whites


    Date: 9/12/2015, Categories: Fetish, Masturbation, Author: danorth, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    about them as they cared for him. Having discovered my cock and the relationship between “dirty thoughts” and a hard cock, the nurses of that day filled my head with thoughts of long slender fingers in a long sleeve blouse jerking me off. Now none of that ever happened, but a hormone ravaged brain often confuses fact with fiction. “Or did it?” I wondered to myself. My mind floated in and out of reality, at this moment the pleasure in my cock was being produced by this vision of the past, her soft smooth hands bringing me closer to the point of no return, her breasts, although not large, were held snugly in a bullet shaped bra that was hidden from view by the lacey top of her slip, which was visible through the thin fabric of her blouse. My hand was definitely on her ass and she offered no resistance to my fondling its smooth rounded shape. I knew I was awake, I was aware of the sounds of the PA system in the hall, the wobbly wheel of some cart being pushed down the hall, and of the scent of antiseptic used to clean the place. But in my room there was the scent of this angel of mercy, my ghostly white nurse of the 1950’s. She kissed me on the cheek, a nurse of perhaps 20 years old. She must have noticed the tear in my eye and the frightened look on my face, my parents had left me in the room as I was wheeled to surgery for my tonsillectomy, “I am alone, I am an orphan,” I shouted to myself in my head. “What are they going to do to me?” was a question that burned in my brain. ...
    Then that cool smooth hand of my nurse was on my forehead, she bent over the bed, I could feel her tits against my arm as her hand moved to my cheek drying my single tear. Then her lips were on my forehead, soft and warm, it was a gentle reassuring kiss that eased my mind, she had her tit pressed against my hand, I moved it, yes I copped a feel of my nurse’s tit! Her breast was soft, they looked so hard and rigid in that bullet shape, yet it felt soft and the starch of her blouse made a crinkly sound as I pressed up against her tit. I was at ease, she whispered softly to me, “You be a good boy Danny and I will be right here when it is over,” and then a big door swung open at my feet and it was cold, the air around me was cold yet I felt warm and secure thinking of my angel of mercy. My pneumonia had come on quickly, I have no way of knowing how I got it, but now I was in this hospital and enjoying the pleasure of a woman’s touch that had been missing in my life for so long. “I had long ago enjoyed this pleasure,” I thought as my hand roamed across her ass. There was no jiggle or movement, the girdle held her firm and perfectly shaped. I could feel her skirt slide across her ass, the nylon slip provided the lubrication between starched cotton and the elastic undergarment. She continued the steady rhythm on my cock, at times she’d cup just the tip with quick thrusts and then long slow jerks taking the entire length of my shaft. I looked down, the crisp white sheet bounced up and ...
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