Nurse Knows all about you

or it’s about masturbation with a wee bit of roleplay thrown in.

There’s not much pretending or roleplay when most wankers call my controlled masturbation lines. We get right down to the bare bones…er bone of it.

It’s just his cock, his hand, and me telling him what to do with them. Indeed, it is a perfect match.

I have a regular who is looking for something a bit different. Back in the beginning he would fantasize that he was sitting on the floor, stroking his cock and looking up at me towering above him. He would see my nurse’s uniform of pvc or latex or lycra, with its very short skirt barely covering the tops of my white stockings, its thin fabric barely concealing the parts of my body that it did cover.

He could see my shapely legs in those stockings with seams, terminating downward in high heeled platform white “nurse” shoes.

Looking up at me, he could see up the hem of my skirt but not quite tell what it was he was seeing. The shadows left him wondering whether his eyes were playing tricks on him. Was he seeing a shadow? An illusion? Or was he merely letting his imagination take control? He would look up at my round, firm hips, my flat tummy, and my tiny waistline, wanting to encircle that waistline with his fingers, his hands, his forearms, and pull me in tightly. He wanted to reach out and touch my legs, my breasts. Sitting on the floor as he was, he could only imagine and get more and more excited.

Looking up past my flat belly, the shiny fabric of the white uniform, to the swell of my breasts, which softly filled the bodice of the uniform almost to overflowing, stretching the fabric tightly to its limit. The nipples poked through, visible through the thin fabric, plastic, latex. But with the material stretched tightly across my bosom in that way, my face was not visible from his position on the floor. He was only able to catch a glimpse of the white nurse’s cap on the top of my head when I leaned over to look down at him. He would stare up at me as he desperately stroked his cock.

I am unappoachable in the fantasy, but he imagined my long red fingernails on his cock, teasing it, stroking it for him. He could smell my closeness, and the fantasy took over the call until the excitement became (naturally) more than he could bear.

Guys sitting on the floor, too weak in the knees to stand as they wank helplessly to my presence. Works for me.

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