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"Nurse Penny said I was needed here Sirs," she told them, wondering which one wanted her and wondering what she would do if it was both of them, her breath quickening with the thought of it.
"I shall leave you to settle. Any problems with this trainee nurse, just let me know and I'll see to it that she's properly chastised," John said, and with a smile at the maid, closed the door behind him.
Sir Oswald sat in the easy chair beside the fireplace and looked at the girl, admiring her for a few moments before reaching for the decanter to pour himself a large measure of the fine single malt Lord Richard kept for his guests.
"So, you wish to become one of Doctor O'Connor's nurses," Sir Oswald murmured, looking at her again and liking her fulsome figure. He didn't like the current crop of lithesome, small busted and long limbed creatures who had taken over the fashion. He liked breasts that moved in response to a woman's movements, just as he liked a bottom that was too large for his hand, something both plump and yielding, that hid, but parted easily with a little teasing.
She stood before him, head bowed but glancing at him occasionally, the heat of knowledge in her cheeks. That on its own was exciting enough; to know the girl would be obedient to his commands, and probably enjoy every element of her submission. And at the back of his mind was what John and Lord Richard would agree upon as a suitable punishment for Isabel. He would have a quiet word with the old man over breakfast and make sure it would demand her dress be lifted and her knickers lowered. It didn't matter that she was fashionably slender and small busted, he would see her squirm and listen to her shriek.
He uncrossed his legs to show her his erection, bulging within his thick woollen trousers. "Have you been taught what to do with this ailment?" he asked.
She gazed on it, her cheeks brightening, and nodded her head. "Yes Sir," she agreed.
"Come along then," he told her, settling into the comfortable chair and sipping on his whiskey.
Lilly took a hurried breath and began disrobing, rapidly undoing the fastenings to her simple uniform, her eyes swinging between the man's attentive look and his penis, bulging passionately in his trousers. She bared herself, and stood shaking with her excitement, her breath quickening as his eyes slid slowly down her nakedness, stopping for a few moments to fully appreciate the heavy gourds of her breasts before moving down to stare intently at her crotch.
Staggering forward, Lilly placed herself on her knees beside him and tentatively reached for his trousers. When he didn't stop her, her hands became more assured, opening button after button to draw the material aside and, finally, to reach in and draw his burning penis out, a sob escaping her as she saw its length, the crown already aglow, swollen and gleaming, ready for anything he wanted of her.
She moistened her lips and rose on her knees, nervously glancing upwards as she brought her face closer and closer to his proud organ. A drop of pre-come blossomed on the eye and she softly groaned, feeling herself moisten too, knowing she was as ready as he. She lowered her mouth and tentatively licked the bulbous crown, savouring the sticky pre-come before swallowing She then dropped her head to have her tongue sweep along the shaft, gathering his taste while learning more accurately of every ridge and bump along its length, the heat burning into her tongue just as the taste filled her mouth.
"Very good," he told her, encouraging her to hold his cock still with one hand, and lick the length, her tongue always ending with a flick across the eye to ensure she picked up any further pearls of juice.
She swallowed his rich flavour, his taste making her mouth moist, until there was none left, then pulled herself slightly higher to bring her lips over the tip and begin timidly drawing her mouth further and further upon the stem, lovingly swirling her tongue over the
"Nurse Penny said I was needed here Sirs," she told them, wondering which one wanted her and wondering what she would do if it was both of them, her breath quickening with the thought of it.
"I shall leave you to settle. Any problems with this trainee nurse, just let me know and I'll see to it that she's properly chastised," John said, and with a smile at the maid, closed the door behind him.
Sir Oswald sat in the easy chair beside the fireplace and looked at the girl, admiring her for a few moments before reaching for the decanter to pour himself a large measure of the fine single malt Lord Richard kept for his guests.
"So, you wish to become one of Doctor O'Connor's nurses," Sir Oswald murmured, looking at her again and liking her fulsome figure. He didn't like the current crop of lithesome, small busted and long limbed creatures who had taken over the fashion. He liked breasts that moved in response to a woman's movements, just as he liked a bottom that was too large for his hand, something both plump and yielding, that hid, but parted easily with a little teasing.
She stood before him, head bowed but glancing at him occasionally, the heat of knowledge in her cheeks. That on its own was exciting enough; to know the girl would be obedient to his commands, and probably enjoy every element of her submission. And at the back of his mind was what John and Lord Richard would agree upon as a suitable punishment for Isabel. He would have a quiet word with the old man over breakfast and make sure it would demand her dress be lifted and her knickers lowered. It didn't matter that she was fashionably slender and small busted, he would see her squirm and listen to her shriek.
He uncrossed his legs to show her his erection, bulging within his thick woollen trousers. "Have you been taught what to do with this ailment?" he asked.
She gazed on it, her cheeks brightening, and nodded her head. "Yes Sir," she agreed.
"Come along then," he told her, settling into the comfortable chair and sipping on his whiskey.
Lilly took a hurried breath and began disrobing, rapidly undoing the fastenings to her simple uniform, her eyes swinging between the man's attentive look and his penis, bulging passionately in his trousers. She bared herself, and stood shaking with her excitement, her breath quickening as his eyes slid slowly down her nakedness, stopping for a few moments to fully appreciate the heavy gourds of her breasts before moving down to stare intently at her crotch.
Staggering forward, Lilly placed herself on her knees beside him and tentatively reached for his trousers. When he didn't stop her, her hands became more assured, opening button after button to draw the material aside and, finally, to reach in and draw his burning penis out, a sob escaping her as she saw its length, the crown already aglow, swollen and gleaming, ready for anything he wanted of her.
She moistened her lips and rose on her knees, nervously glancing upwards as she brought her face closer and closer to his proud organ. A drop of pre-come blossomed on the eye and she softly groaned, feeling herself moisten too, knowing she was as ready as he. She lowered her mouth and tentatively licked the bulbous crown, savouring the sticky pre-come before swallowing She then dropped her head to have her tongue sweep along the shaft, gathering his taste while learning more accurately of every ridge and bump along its length, the heat burning into her tongue just as the taste filled her mouth.
"Very good," he told her, encouraging her to hold his cock still with one hand, and lick the length, her tongue always ending with a flick across the eye to ensure she picked up any further pearls of juice.
She swallowed his rich flavour, his taste making her mouth moist, until there was none left, then pulled herself slightly higher to bring her lips over the tip and begin timidly drawing her mouth further and further upon the stem, lovingly swirling her tongue over the
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