My boyfriend likes jerking it to the thought of an imaginary sexy nurse named Nurse Betty. Tonight we were talking over AIM and I wrote out a short little script starring his favorite character...
Doctor Johnson, my tonsils have been hurting me awful bad lately.
Why, nurse Betty, I don't have any patients at the moment. Why don't you hop up on this examining table?
Well, all right, but I don't know if I can pay for this examination.
Betty, it's on the house, now open your shirt.
Doctor Johnson!
This is purely professional I assure you. Now let's feel those tonsils... Yup. They're swollen. You know, there are certain homeopathic remedies that will cure your condition. Since you don't have much money, I'd recommend them.
Homeo-whatic?
Doctor Johnson chuckled. "-pathic Nurse Betty. Homeopathic. That means, home grown cures."
Ohhhh.... you're so smart, Dr. Johnson. I knew you'd take good care of me.
Now, what I need you to do, Nurse Betty, is to kneel on the floor. And I'm going to unzip my pants and put my cock in your mouth. You see, semen is a great cure for swollen tonsils.
"Really, Doctor Johnson?" said nurse Betty as she got down off the examining table and dropped to her knees, "I never knew that."
"There's a lot of things you don't know, Betty. But trust me, I'm a doctor," he said as he unbuttoned his coat and laid it on the table.
Then, no sooner than you could say, "homeopathic cure," Doctor Johnson's pants were around his ankles.
And nurse Betty was sucking his cock like her life depended on it. When he came he got so excited he pulled out too soon and the semen splashed all over her face. He apologized of course and said she'd have to come back the next day for another treatment.
the end
"Good till the end," said my boyfriend, "it lacked a certain something."
"Yeah," I replied, "It was a bit of a premature climax. You should write a different ending for it."
So he did...
Then, no sooner than you could say, "homeopathic cure," Doctor Johnson's pants were around his ankles
"Now, Nurse Betty, I'm going to need you to help me with this next part of the treatment. Do you think you can do that?"
Nurse Betty, staring hungrily at the doctor's Johnson, nodded in reply.
"Right then, Nurse, the first step is to give my penis a good, thorough licking. Think of it as . . . I don't know, a lollipop of sorts."
Betty leaned forward and followed the good doctor's instructions with gusto.
"That's right, Betty," said Dr. Johnson, "I think this is coming along great." He moaned softly to himself.
"Now what I need you to do is put that penis in your mouth and suck on it. Don't stop with the tongue though."
Betty took the doctor's penis into her mouth slowly, with a look of concentration on her face.
"Fuck! Betty! Teeth!" shouted the doctor.
"I'm sorry doctor!" Betty mumbled, with a mouth full of the doctor's turgid man-root.
"That's alright, nurse, just be more careful."
"Now, Nurse Betty, I want you to continue what you're doing, but also begin to hum a few bars of your favorite song."
Doctor Johnson stared at the ceiling in ecstacy to the muffled strains of the Spice Girls.
"Oh, god, Betty, I mean nurse, I think you've almost got it!" said the good doctor, now beginning to shake a little.
Nurse Betty's eyes widened in surprise as the doctor began coming explosively. Only the doctor's quick thinking prevented her from pulling back, wasting the precious treatment.
"Swallow, nurse!" shouted Dr. Johnson, holding the back of Betty's head. "Swalloooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!!!! Ooooow Owww!!!!"
After what seemed like a quarter hour, Dr. Johnson let go of Betty's head and tapped her shoulder to indicate that she should stand.
"That should do the trick, Betty," said Dr. Johnson as he buttoned his pants. "But I'll want to see you back here tomorrow for another treatment just in case. You can't be too careful."
Nurse Betty glanced at Dr. Johnson's crotch and licked her lips. "Oh, no, doctor, you certainly can't."
(And that's how his story ended.)
I argued that my Nurse Betty does not stare hungrily at crotches. They make her blush and then she gets into sucking cock and then they make her blush again afterwards. But he made the very valid point that I could only decide how the main character feels about cock when I'm actually writing the story.
And that's how I spent my Thursday night.
1:26 a.m. - 2007-06-15
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