Gentle 5.
Another sleepless night and he was woken early for breakfast by the older and
stern nurse but this morning, it was different as she had a bright smile.
"Your girlfriend told me," she said as she placed the tray on the table, "told
me you want to be completely faithful to her. I think that's nice," she said as
she held the orange juice for him to suck up through the straw. As usual, his
morning erection bobbed under the sheet.
"We'll have you under the cold shower soon," she said, glancing at the bulge. "A
shot of cold water will calm you down. Have some cereal." Sulkily, Roger allowed
her to push the spoon into his mouth, wondering how he was going to get through
the day. He woke up horny and he knew he would be horny all day, for some
strange reason, he was so horny in this hospital and now, he didn't even have
the option of asking the nurses for the panties, he had to wait to Carol as he
had promised he would remain faithful to her. How she got him to promise that,
he didn't know but now everyone seemed to know..
"The doctor will be here soon, he does his rounds early on the weekend."
"Weekend? What day is it?"
"Saturday. Your girlfriend told us she's be in today to take you for a little
walk. She's one in a million," the nurse said, pushing another spoon of
disgusting cereal into Roger's mouth, "one in a million, you're a lucky guy."
She was right, the shower did reduce his erection and his cock was shriveled
when she helped him back into the bed. However, a little while after his first
taste of the soft drink Carol had left him, his cock was rock hard again.
He stared at the television set, watching soap operas, wishing he could change
the channel and wondering why all the women in the soap operas were real babes.
His cock was twitching at anything female and lunch, served by a young black
nurse he had never seen before was excruciating torture as she had very large
breasts pushing against her uniform.
He had developed another itch under the cast and he tried to move so the cast
rubbed against it but it was useless. Roger stared down at the sheet, his cock
was still hard, pushing against the soft cotton and he wondered why he was so
excited. Maybe it's the hospital food, he reasoned, there had to be a logical
reason.
The doctor wandered in, told Roger with a complete lack of interest that he
could probably go home soon once they were satisfied he had someone to look
after him. He then left, practicing his golf swing as he walked out.
Carol arrived mid afternoon, dressed in a tight white blouse and a short blue
skirt, nylons and shoes, blonde hair in a ponytail, full lips cherry red.
"Hello, baby," she cooed, pecking him on the cheek. "The nurses said I could
take you for a little walk but first we need to shave you," she said, rubbing
the bristles on his cheek.
Roger tore his eyes away from the outline of her bra under the blouse and
breasts, pushing forward. "Walk, where?"
"Around the hospital gardens, you need exercise," she said returning from the
bathroom with an electric shaver. Carol began to shave him, turning his face
from side to side with her fingers, her red painted fingernails waving under his
eyes, her perfume enticing him while her breasts pushed against him. "There, so
much better," she said, smiling at him. "Let's go for that walk. Come on."
"But what do I wear?" Roger said in a panic.
Carol showed him a large toweling robe. "This is very large so I'll be able to
slip it over your arms and tie it around your waist. Come on," Carol pulled the
sheet down and his hard cock jutting from his belly, came into view. "Oh Roger,"
she said with a hint of disgust in her voice, "are you always hard?"
"Not usually," he mumbled, face red.
"Well, I guess we'll just have to ignore it," Carol said determinedly and eased
Roger around on the bed, legs on the cold floor while she slipped the sleeves of
the over size robe over the cast on his arms. "Stand up."
Roger slipped his feet into the scuffs Carol had put on the floor and unsteadily
stood while she tied the robe belt around his waist. Roger, suddenly conscious
he was naked under the robe and with an erection, said "What about underwear,
Carol? I need underwear under this, don't I?"
Carol grinned knowingly. "You want to wear your panties, don't you? Don't try
and trick me into letting you cum, Roger," she smiled. "You are a wicked man."
"No," he said hurriedly, "my shorts, they must be in the drawers."
Carol opened and closed the drawers one by one and then shook her head. "Nope,
nothing in here apart from your cum panties." She stood up and waggled a finger
at him. "You can't trick me into letting cum, baby," she said with a smile. "You
know the rule, don't you?"
"Yes," he mumbled, wondering what happened to his clothes.
"And what is it? I'm waiting," she said, tapping her foot.
Afraid she was becoming angry, Roger quickly said, "I ask you to cum."
"And?"
Roger desperately tried to think. "I'm not sure," he mumbled.
"I decide how, don't I? Unless you've changed your mind," she said with a stern
look. "I would be very disappointed if that was the case, I am very strict on
keeping agreements.
"No, no," he said quickly, looking down at the tent in the front of his robe
caused by his cock, "I haven't changed my mind."
"Good," Carol said with delight, kissing him and, in the process of the kiss,
managed to rub against his cock.
"Carol," Roger groaned, "can I cum? Please," he said with desperation, "please
before we go for a walk?"
"I'm afraid the answer is no, baby," Carol said firmly. "You have asked me to
make the decisions and I take that obligation very seriously. Someone has to
think of your health and you obviously can't, otherwise why would you ask me to
make the decisions for you? Why," she laughed, "if it was up to you I think you
would probably go back to your unhealthy ways of jerking off every day, wouldn't
you?"
"Probably," he mumbled, head lowered.
"Exactly," she said triumphantly. "Now, let's forget about the hard cock of
yours and go for a little walk"
The door opened and the black nurse came in a wheelchair. "Get in the chair,
baby," Carol said, "so I can push you to the gardens. You're not ready to walk
all the way."
Roger lowered himself into the chair, arms frozen straight out by the plaster
and while doing so, his hard cock poked out through the front opening of the
robe. "Just ignore it," Carol said in a matter of fact tone, tucking his hard
cock quickly back under the robe, "he's always hard."
"We've noticed," the nurse giggled.
Roger, face flaming red, his cock tingling from that briefest of touch from
Carol, tried to slink back into the chair but the plaster cast ensured he sat
upright.
Carol began pushing the wheelchair through the hospital corridors, into the
large elevator and down the lobby. She parked the wheelchair inside the double
glass doors and gestured at the gardens on the other side of the doors. "They're
beautiful," she said. "Let's explore them, come on."
Roger stumbled out of the chair and walked out into the garden with Carol, the
breeze toying with his robe. "Carol," he said urgently, "don't let the wind blow
my robe up."
"Are you telling me what to do?" she asked sternly. "I don't think that's
right." She sighed deeply. "I thought we had an understanding?"
"Yes, I'm sorry."
"There's no one around to see anyway," she smiled. "By the way, Janice thought
you had a nice cock and she enjoyed watching you cum yesterday."
Roger blushed at the memory and wondered why Janice had measured him but was
loathe to ask Carol in case she became angry. Carol walked on a little and his
eyes were glued to her ass as it moved under the short skirt, the sound of her
nylon covered legs brushing together as she walked driving him mad with lust.
They turned a corner and found a secluded garden seat, surrounded by high
hedges. Carol sat on the seat and Roger saw a flash of white as she arranged her
skirt. She must have white panties on to match the white bra, Roger thought, she
has under that white blouse.
"Are you trying to look up my skirt?" she suddenly asked and Roger flushed.
"No, I mean yes. I'm sorry, Carol but I'm so horny, I can't help myself."
Carol sighed. "Stand here," she said, motioning in front of her and he did so.
Horrified he watched as she undid the belt of the robe, his cock jutting out
between the parted robe. "Still hard," she said, shaking her head a little,
"you have no control, do you?"
He hung his head, silently willing her to take his cock in his hand and jerk him
off. Just the thought of it made him tremble. "No, I don't," he croaked. "I
don't know why I'm like this," he began but she cut him off.
"It's because you have no control, Roger. Remember when you came in your pants?
You cum so quickly because you have no control and now you're trying to peek up
my skirt. I suppose you can tell me what color panties I'm wearing?" she said
sarcastically.
"White?" he said hopefully.
"White lace," she corrected him and she smiled when she saw his cock quiver.
"Please Carol, can I cum?" he begged desperately, allowing all dignity to flee.
"I'm so horny, I can't rest, please?"
"You're such a baby," she said scornfully.
"Please, Carol, I'll do anything, anything at all." He was desperate, hungry for
release and his cock had never been so hard and he couldn't get the glimpse of
that white triangle between her thighs out of his mind.
"Well," she said as if she was thinking and he hopefully waited, cock quivering,
arms outstretched like a cross. "I know it's difficult for you." She thought for
a moment and then sighed. "Kneel down there," she said, pointing at a spot at
her feet.
Cock pointing skyward, arms plastered and outstretched like a cross, Roger knelt
in front of Carol, wincing as the white gravel stung his knees. "I think it's
time we had a little talk," she said slipping her shoe off and her nylon covered
foot caressed his balls. "Do you like this?" she teased. "Do you like the touch
of nylon?"
"Yes," he croaked, shuddering as her foot climbed up his cock and her toes
stroked the sensitive underside of it, then returned to his balls.
"You are very hairy there," she said, the nylon covered toes tickling his balls.
"I don't like the hair much. You're looking up my skirt, aren't you?" Carol
tantalized, her voice low as her extended foot caressed him.
"Yes," Roger moaned, eyes drawn to the small opening between her legs, the white
triangle of her lace panties covered by the nylon of the pantyhose.
"What do you see?"
"You panties and your pantyhose." Her foot was relentlessly stroking his balls
but avoided his cock.
"Tell me what you think of when you jerk off," she said softly. His eyes were
glazed and opened his mouth but didn't know where to start. Suddenly, she pulled
her foot back and crossed her leg, the white triangle of lace disappearing. "If
you don't want to tell me, I'll stop."
"No, please," he pleaded desperately, his hard cock pointing up at her, his arms
extended like a cross. "Please don't stop Carol, please!"
"All right," she smiled and the foot returned and Roger's eyes fell back to the
white triangle. "Do you look at pictures of women?" she asked and he nodded,
body trembling as her nylon covered foot played with his balls. "What are the
women wearing?"
And so he told her, told her everything and Carol was relentless in her
questioning as her foot caressed his balls, carefully avoiding his cock. Roger
revealed everything, the details of his fantasies, the three times he actually
had sex and what a failure it was, he told her everything while his eyes stared
at the white triangle of lace that covered her cunt, a cunt he had never seen or
touched.
Carol smiled in satisfaction, she had it all, every little desire and every
little fantasy and she had Roger. "You don't have much control, do you?" she
said and Roger shook his head, eyes still focused on her crotch.
"No, I don't," he croaked. "Please, can I cum?"
"Soon, baby, soon," she soothed. "Do you think I should control you, baby,
control everything?" Roger paused as he thought, trying to think rationally in
the deep haze of desire and Carol withdrew her foot. "Do you want me to tell you
what to do? What do you think?"
Roger wanted that foot back and he wanted to see her panties again. So he
moaned, "Yes, control me, Carol, tell me what to do, that's a good idea."
The root returned and this time the toes brushed his cock. "Good boy," Carol
smiled. "We've agreed then, I'll control you, make the decisions for you and
tell you what to do. It will be so much better for you, won't it, baby?"
"Yes," he croaked, trembling, "yes."
"What color are my panties?" she whispered and Roger's cock was twitching
furiously.
"White," he croaked.
"Just white?"
"White lace?"
"Yes," she giggled, "would you like to kiss my panties, baby?" she said huskily,
the foot caressing his trembling cock.
"Yes," he moaned, "Please!"
"Not yet, baby, you're not ready for that special reward yet." Roger opened his
mouth to protest but she cut him off. "Shush, baby, I make the decisions and
kissing my panties is a very special treat, something for you to look forward
to." Her foot withdrew, leaving Roger trembling. "Listen baby," Carol said
firmly. "From now on, when you're about to cum, you must ask me. Do you
understand?" Roger nodded, pathetically focused on cuming and on the sight of
her panties under the nylon. "I mean it, Roger," she said and he nodded again.
She smiled and resumed her caressing and soon Roger gasped, "Carol, can I cum?
Please, can I?" he was trembling and Carol giggled softly.
"Yes, show me how you cum, baby," she said, eyes watching him as his cock
jerked, convulsed and spurted as her toes milked him.
Exhausted, knees hurting from the gravel, Roger looked up at Carol who had
crossed her legs and was smiling at him. "That looked nice for you," she said.
"Thank you," he murmured face red.
"That's ok, baby. Oh look, you've left a little mess on my toes," she said,
pointing down and Roger saw a small trace of his cum on the nylon covering her
red painted toes nails. "Clean it off," she said and Roger looked up at her in
confusion.
"I can't move my hands," he said, puzzled and Carol laughed.
"I know that baby, use your mouth. Lick it off, baby. I can't put my shoe back
on with that gooey mess on my toe, can I?"
Roger opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, uncertain and afraid. Carol
was serenely confident and calm. "But, Carol," he whined.
"But what? You made the mess after I kindly gave you what you wanted. If this is
how you are going to treat me, I will certainly think twice about doing this
again. I thought you enjoyed it," she pouted.
"I did, I did," he said desperately. Carol held the power to his cock and she
could withdraw the treat of orgasm very easily. Reluctantly, he leaned forward
and tentatively licked the cum off her toes, quickly spitting it out on the
grass before he actually tasted it. "Thank you, baby," she smiled in triumph and
slipped her shoe on. Kissing him on the cheek, she helped him up and tied the
belt around his waist again, making sure the robe was closed.
She led him slowly down the path and towards the hospital. "That was a nice
walk, wasn't it Roger?" she said softly.
"Yes Carol."
As she helped him back into the bed again, she said, "I have to go now, baby,
and I won't be back until the end of next week. I have to go away on business."
"Next week!" Roger was horrified, how would he last all week without cuming?
"I'm afraid so and don't forget you said you would be faithful to me," she said
with a warning tone.
"Yes Carol," he muttered in despair, head lowered.
"Good baby," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "I might have a special treat
for you when I get back. 'Bye baby."
Miserably, Roger watched her sway out the door, facing a week without any
relief.
