The surgical light blazed down on Matt’s restrained naked body in Chelsey’s private medical suite, the heart rate monitor’s “Beep… Beep…” echoing as the monitor

glowed with his 95 bpm pulse. Chelsey’s hands, encased in glossy green surgical gloves, squeaked sharply as she adjusted the light to shine on his pelvis, the sterile room crackling with electric tension.

Her surgical gown rustled softly, tied tightly over her voluptuous 36DD breasts, curvy hips, and full ass, her surgical mask and bouffant cap framing her burning hazel eyes. “We’re diving into the invasive tests now, Matt,” she purred, her voice a sultry caress. “Urethral scoping to check your urethra, then an enema to clean you out followed by a nice rectal exam, a digital prostate check, and finally a prostate massage to check your sexual health. All medically necessary to protect you against COVID 19 to ensure your healthy, Matt, as I’m utterly devoted to keeping you safe.”

Her thoughts: God, I can feel Matt staring at my body in this surgical gown, and heavens he’s so handsome, his throbbing erection is driving me crazy, my panties are so fucking wet I can’t think straight! He’s so sexy, so kinky, unlike my silly ex husband’s pathetic rejection of my every desire, and my daughter Claire’s blindness to his perfect man who adores me.

His medical fetish for my surgical PPE matches my own, and this power exchange is setting my pussy ablaze. I never thought I would be so happy or aroused when I first began examining Matt at the start of this medical exam.

Matt’s 8-inch erection pulsed under the surgical light, the tip glistening with pre cum betraying his intense arousal despite his drugged state, his body vulnerable under the Velcro straps, legs spread wide in the padded stirrups, the sterile air thick with the scent of latex and antiseptic.

Matt’s eyes widened, his slurred voice trembling, “No… Chelsey… please, don’t… I can’t…” he shook is head weakly, heart rate spiking to 100 bpm, yet his erection throbbed even harder, his hips twitching against the straps, the Velcro creaking loudly.

Chelsey shifted, her thighs brushing together, her soaked panties clinging to her swollen lips, her sheer white pantyhose drenched, and squishing audibly with every step, her arousal surging and, her pussy throbbing with unbearable sexual need.

Her lips curled in a happy smile behind her surgical mask, as she cupped his face with her gloved hands, the glossy latex squeaking sharply, her hazel eyes locking onto his hazy eyes.

“Matt, darling,” she said, her tone firm yet dripping with intimacy, “all these tests are critical to protect you from the COVID outbreak and to ensure your healthy, but if you keep resisting me, I’ll have no choice but to drug you further with an IV to keep you calm during the procedures. These tests are for your safety, and I won’t let your fear stop me from helping you.”

Matt moaned, “Please… Chelsey… what’re you… talking about? Please… let me go…” his voice slurring, then softening, “Ch….Chelsey… you’re… really so… fucking sexy…” his erection pulsing violently, betraying his desire for her in surgical attire.

Her pussy throbbed with desperate need, at his words the air growing heavy with their combined sexual arousal, and under her breath, so soft Matt couldn’t hear, she whispered, “Fuck, I’m so wet, I’ve never been this turned on, before” her hazel eyes blazed with intensity, a silent vow to claim Matt in every sexual way.

“You need to trust your nurse, Matt, and yield to me, because everything I do is for your health and safety, and I’m devoted to you in ways you can’t yet understand,” she purred, her cheeks flushing crimson behind the surgical mask.

Her thoughts: God, Matt keep saying I’m sexy, my panties are so fucking wet I can’t think straight! His fear ignites my pussy, his fetish for my surgical latex gloves and gown matches my own medical kinks in a way my husband never could. These tests are now simply a pretext for my sexual desires, and I’m fucking ecstatic to perform them, his throbbing erection is proof he’s as turned on as I am.

I crave more to use anesthesia on him, propofol to sink him into oblivion, ketamine for a dreamlike haze to pin him under, my scalpel slicing for biopsies or a circumcision to sculpt his penis perfectly.

I’m obsessed with fucking him in glossy fetish wear how sexy would I look in a latex nurses uniform, sexy lingerie, or crotchless pantyhose mounting him on this table, the surgical light glinting off our bodies. My husband killed my kinks, but this is my reawakening, and I’m alive in this medical room suite. God I am kinky aren’t I since I’m already thinking about sex toy shopping and lingerie shopping all to indulge in my carnal desires.

Chelsey grabbed an IV kit 20-gauge needle, cannula, saline bag, clear tape, IV board and alcohol swabs arranging them on the Mayo stand, her gloved hands squeaking loudly, on the metal tray clinking.

She retrieved a rolling stool, its wheels squeaking as she positioned it beside Matt’s arm, heart rate at 102 bpm. Sliding a rigid IV board under his forearm, the plastic cool against his skin, she secured his arm to with Velcro straps, the Velcro ripping sharply, her surgical latex gloves squeaking as she secured them.

“Matt, I can sense you’re going to fighting these invasive tests, darling,” she whispered, her voice a soft command, “and I can feel your tension, your body is trying to break free with every move. I’m worried about your stress levels, and for your comfort and safety, I’ll need to give you more sedatives to keep you relaxed and hazy, ensuring you’re completely at ease for these critical procedures. It’s the best way to protect you, my darling.”

She cupped his face, her glossy surgical latex gloves squeaking against his stubble, her hazel eyes locking with his hazy ones, her surgical tie mask brushing his cheek. “Matt, darling,” she continued, “COVID’s a real threat, and I need to ensure you’re healthy for my daughter Claire, for us.”

“These tests scoping your urethra, the enema, the prostate checks are vital to monitor for rare diseases and health complications like inflammatory strictures, protecting your long-term vitality, and keeping you strong for years to come. I’m dedicated to your safety, and we can’t take any risks with your health.”

Matt moaned, slurring, “Ch…Chelsey… you know….I love you like this… your surgical gown… latex gloves… so fucking hot… but this isn’t necessary… it’ll hurt… please, let me go…” his wrists jerking, Velcro creaking, his torso straining upward, stirrups rattling, heart rate spiking to 110 bpm, his erection twitching violently, pre-cum dripping down his shaft betraying his arousal for her surgical attire.

Matt thought’s: I want to stop, but her surgical gloves and surgical gown are so fucking sexy, and while I’m scared in this situation its right out my medical fantasy, and I’m too fuzzy, to fight it truly he thought.

Chelsey shifted, her thighs brushing together, her soaked panties clinging to her swollen lips, her drenched white pantyhose squishing audibly, her pussy throbbing with sexual need. She sighed, stroking his cheek with her gloved hands, squeaking sharply.

“Matt, don’t fight me, or I’ll be forced to escalate to far more invasive procedures larger endoscopes stretching your urethra to its limits, deeper rectal probes to examine your prostate health thoroughly, maybe even surgical interventions like circumcision to enhance your penis hygiene, prostate biopsies to rule out abnormalities, or bladder exploration under full anesthesia to probe every inch of you with precision tools, ensuring no hidden issues threaten your health. You don’t want me to go that far, do you, darling?”

He mumbled, “No… please… just… let me go…” eyes pleading, his erection pulsing violently with this words.

She traced his forearm gently with her latex gloved hands, the glossy latex squeaking, circling his skin, feeling the warmth of his muscles, until she found a plump, juicy vein pulsing vividly, its blue line vivid against his white skin.

Tying a latex tourniquet around his arm, the rubber snapping taut with a sharp squeak, she watched the vein bulge, its pulse quickening. She swabbed the site with an alcohol pad, the cool sting making Matt flinch, her surgical latex gloves squeaking, his heart rate spiking to 112 bpm.

“This IV will help you my love,” she purred, her voice velvet, selecting the 20-gauge needle, its steel tip glinting under the surgical light. She steadied his arm against the IV board, latex gloves squeaking, and pierced the vein with deliberate precision, the needle sliding smoothly into the vein, a red flash blooming in the cannula as blood confirmed placement.

Matt gasped, “Ow… fuck…” straps groaning, his erection throbbing harder despite his protest. Matt thoughts: I hate needles, but her latex gloves and surgical gown are so fucking hot, he thought.

She whispered to herself, “This IV must be secure; you’ll need it for what’s coming,” her eyes gleaming with kinky intent. She secured the cannula with multiple strips of medical tape, the adhesive sticking firmly, her surgical latex gloves squeaking as she pressed each piece down, ensuring perfect placement.

She then hung a saline bag on the IV pole, and connected the drip to the IV tubing.

Chelsey leaned closer, pulling down her surgical tie mask, her lips brushing his in a slow, intimate kiss, the warmth of her breath mingling with his, her hazel eyes burning with desire.

“I know you find me sexy and beautiful, Matt,” she whispered, her voice dripping with devotion, “your body is trembling with need and desire as you watch me in my surgical gown, and my surgical gloves, your erection pulses with my every touch, just like when I first saw that spark in your eyes at the start of your quarantine in the garage.”

“I know you don’t want to leave, darling, and I promise to take such good care of you, exploring every inch of your perfect delicious body to ensure you’re healthier than ever, satisfying our deepest sexual desires together!”

Her lips lingered, on his again in a soft and warm kiss her breathing hot as she caressed his skin, the kiss charged with the sexual tension that was building in the room.

She pulled up, her surgical mask snapping it back with a sharp crinkle, her surgical gown rustling loudly. She stepped behind the head of the table, out of Matt’s sight, and lifted her surgical gown and scrub dress, the fabrics rustling loudly. Her gloved hands grazed her crotch, feeling the wetness of her panties under the pantyhose clinging to her swollen lips, and how drenched her white pantyhose her against her thighs, squishing loudly as she pressed her hand to herself.

Her thoughts: God, Matt’s arousal is pushing me over the edge, and heavens he’s so handsome, his throbbing erection making my pussy ache, I’m so fucking wet I can’t think straight! This power over him watching him naked and restrained to the surgical exam table is so intoxicating, and arousing.

Under her breath, she whispered, “Fuck, I haven’t been this turned on in a decades,” and louder she said, “This is my awakening, Matt.” Matt moaned, slurring, “Whhhattt… Ch…Chelsey…” She returned to his side, soothing, “Shhh, my darling, never mind, let’s continue,” her surgical latex gloved hand stroked his cheek, gently the latex squeaking sharply.

Savoring this moment, she glided to a cabinet, her nurse clogs tapping loudly on the sterile floor, surgical gown rustling, retrieving a vial of midazolam, its label glinting, and a syringe. Matt pulled weakly, straps creaking, moaning, “No… Ch….Chelsey… ” as he saw her walking back with it, his voice a faint slur, his erection pulsing violently.

Chelsey returned, drawing 2 mg of midazolam into the syringe, the clear liquid glistening, flicking it slowly, a droplet gleaming on the syringes tip under the surgical light, relishing how it would deepen his sedative haze, making him pliable for her kinky desires.

She inserted the syringe into the IV port, her surgical latex gloves squeaking as she steadied it, her gloved thumb hovering over the plunger. Matt moaned desperately, “No… Ch..Chelsey… no more… please…” his voice trembling, yet his erection throbbed even harder, pre-cum dripping, betraying his intense arousal to the situation.

Chelsey leaned close, her hazel eyes locking onto his, burning with erotic intent, her desire to control him pulsing through her. Her surgical mask brushed his cheek, her surgical gown rustling loudly, and she whispered, “Shh, my darling, your nurse is here, let the haze take you, let me own you.”

Her gloved hand stroked his cheek, as she slowly pressed the plunger, the syringe hissing faintly, the clear liquid flowing into the tubing with a soft gurgle. Matt gasped but then almost immediately his eyes began fluttering, glazing over, his moans softening to a slurred, “Ch….Chel..… mmm…” as the midazolam pulled him deeper, his head lolling, heart rate easing to 106 bpm, his body going limp but his erection pulsing harder.

Her thoughts: God, Matt’s so helpless now under my control, and heavens he’s so handsome, his throbbing erection is making my pussy ache, I’m so fucking wet I can’t think straight! He’s mine, and I’m fucking ecstatic to dominate him in this exam.

She purred, “Shh, don’t worry Matt

your nurse will keep you safe,” her gloved hands cupping his face, squeaking, as his eyes drifted half shut, nearly unconscious but still intensely aroused.

Urethral Scoping

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Her thoughts: God, Matt’s so hard, I’ve never scoped a patient who had such a massive erection, his cock throbbing with every touch, making this so fucking exciting.

He worships my surgical latex gloves and gown, and I’m losing it, this power exchange is setting my pussy ablaze.

My daughter truly is a fool to ignore this perfect man, and I’m fucking thrilled to claim him for myself, picturing myself in sexy latex lingerie ohh like some crotchless pantyhose, sliding anal beads into him under the surgical light.

My husband suppressed my sexual kink, but with Matt I’m finally going to unleash them all.

Chelsey glided to a cabinet again, her nurse clogs tapping loudly, her surgical gown rustling, and retrieved a green rubber apron, its glossy surface glinting under the surgical light, usually she reserved it for the more messy parts of an exam like enemas but thought it would accentuate her 36DD breasts well for Matt’s delight.

Her thoughts: God, this green rubber apron will drive Matt wild, and fuck, it’s so thrilling to tease him like this!

She purred, “Just a moment, Matt, I’m adding a special touch for you.” She slipped the apron over her neck, the cool, slick rubber brushing her skin, and tied it tightly around her waist, the straps pulling taut with a sharp squeak, the apron hugging her curvy hips and full rear, its sheen catching the light as it molded to her breasts. Her gloved hands glided from her breasts, pressing the rubber against their curves, down to her hips, savoring the smooth, glossy texture, the latex squeaking faintly.

She walked to Matt side and did a playful twirl, the green rubber apron swishing loudly, its edges flaring, showcasing her voluptuous figure. Matt moaned, slurring, “Ch…Chelsey… yyyyy………seyyyyxx…” his voice thick with sedation, his eyes fixated on the apron’s sheen, his erection twitching violently.

Chelsey smiled, blushing under her surgical mask, purring, “Thank you, Matt, I love your compliments,” her cheeks burning as she basked in his gaze.

She thanked re-gloved with fresh sterile surgical latex gloves, the inner pair squeaking against the outer, their glossy green surfaces taut. She wheeled over a second 15-inch LCD monitor, positioning it for a clearer view near Matt.

She grabbed the endoscopic kit a 3mm-wide endoscope, a sleek silver rod with a tiny lens, its fiber-optic cable coiling neatly, a 10 mL tube of sterile lubricant, Betadine swabs, lidocaine gel in a blunt-tipped syringe arranging them on the Mayo stand.

She looped the endoscope’s cable, the sleek rod glinting as she tested its flexibility, a faint hum sounding as she connected it to the monitors, the screen flickering to life.

She purred, “This scoping will help me check your urethra make sure it’s nice and healthy, Matt, it’s critical for COVID safety.” Her thighs brushed together, her soaked panties and drenched white pantyhose squishing audibly, her pussy throbbing with unbearable sexual desire.

Matt moaned, “Ch….Chelsey… mmm…” his voice a faint slur, eyes half closed, heart rate at 108 bpm, his erection twitching violently, pre-cum glistening down his shaft.

“Relax, darling,” Chelsey murmured, her voice velvet, her surgical latex gloved hand stroking his thigh. “I’m keeping you safe, Matt, just breathe for me.” She draped a fenestrated cloth, its edge crinkling, and leaned close, her surgical tie mask crinkling, eyes locked on his glassy gaze. “You’re doing so well, Matt, let me check every part of you,” she soothed, her surgical gown and green rubber apron rustling loudly.

He slurred, “Ch…..Chelsey… mmm… apron…” his erection pulsing violently, betraying his feelings for her medical outfit.

Her thoughts: God, Matt’s so hard, his cock throbbing for me, and heavens he really find my attractive and things I’m sexy, his arousal for my green rubber apron is testing my last limit, my panties are so fucking wet I can barley think straight! I’ve never had a patient be so aroused, and it’s so fucking amazing!

Her pussy throbbed with desperate need, and her hands, encased in glossy green surgical latex gloves, took hold of his throbbing 8-inch penis, the slick latex squeaking as she stroked down the shaft slowly, her fingers gliding over its pulsing veins, savoring its heat, coaxing more pre-cum to bead down the shaft. She whispered to herself, “Fuck, I’m so wet I’ve never been this turned on in my life,” her eyes blazing.

Swabbing his penis tip with Betadine, the cotton dragging, leaving an orange trail, the sting sharp, her surgical latex gloves squeaking, Matt flinched weakly, sweat rolling to the drape, moaning, “Ch…sey…”

She gently applied lidocaine gel, her gloved hands circling his penis tenderly, the syringe nudging the penis tip open as, 5 mL of cool gel squirting slowly down his shaft to ensure no discomfort, Matt groaning, “Mmm… cold…wwwe”

Her thoughts: God, look at Matt’s he is still so hard even with the numbing taking affect, I’m so fucking wet I can’t think straight! I’ve never scoped a patient this aroused, hold it together Chelsey let’s get through this wonderful scoping!

She squeezed lubricant onto her surgical latex gloves, a glossy bead dripping, and coated the endoscope’s 3mm silver shaft, its polished surface gleaming, the tiny lens catching the surgical light. Gripping the scope, its cable humming, she parted his penis tip with her gloved fingers, the delicate pink slit quivering like a blooming flower, glistening with pre-cum.

“Breathe for me, Matt I’m now inserting the scope,” she soothed, feeding the endoscope’s shaft slowly, its icy tip piercing the tight, sensitive opening, a faint shiver rippling through his shaft as the cold metal nudged inward. The lubricated rod glided millimeter by millimeter, stretching the glistening, pink urethral passage, lube oozing in slick rivulets around the entry, a faint burn as the metal grazed the tender walls, a slick squelch echoing in the medical suite.

She gently stroked his shaft, her surgical latex gloves squeaking softly, helping coax the scope’s passage, murmuring, “You’re taking this so well, Matt, so strong for your nurse.”

Matt’s cock throbbed violently, a thick bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip, dripping onto the surgical drape. He groaned, “Ch…Chel… mmm… fuck…” heart rate at 108 bpm, his voice barely a whisper. “Shhh you’re doing wonderfully darling and you’re so strong,” Chelsey murmured, her surgical gloved hand steadying his penis, squeaking loudly. “I’m checking you thoroughly.”

The LCD screen flickered, revealing his glistening pink tunnel, the mucosa’s folds rippling like wet silk, tiny capillaries pulsing faintly, the passage tight and shimmering with lube.

Chelsey twisted the scope, her surgical latex gloves squeaking, purring, “Your urethra’s mucosa is a healthy, vibrant pink, Matt, no erosions or strictures.” She advanced, feeling the sphincter’s resistance, easing past with a gentle push, the monitor showing the tight ring relax, its edges quivering, Matt’s penis twitching violently, a desperate moan, “Mmm…weeeiddddd…”

“The sphincter’s elastic,” she noted, her surgical gown and green rubber apron rustling loudly. The trigone appeared, smooth and glistening, its triangular shape stark on the screen. “Your trigone’s clear,” she soothed, monitors creaking. “Your bladder looks nice and healthy,” she purred, withdrawing slowly, the scope’s tip glistening with lube, a soft pop as it cleared, lube dripping onto the drape. She cleaned his penis, gloves squeaking.

“Tell me darling, was this one of your medical fantasies, Matt, having a surgical nurse like me examine you so intimately in full surgical PPE like this?” she purred, her surgical latex gloves squeaking as she stroked his shaft gently, her fingers circling the head, massaging it slowly, coaxing more and more pre-cum to bead and drip, Matt moaning desperately, “Chelsey… fuck… yes…” his hips jerking weakly against the straps.

“I’m sure it was, Matt,” she whispered seductively, her voice dripping with promise, “and we’re going to do so much more before we’re finished today.”

Her thoughts: God, Matt’s arousal is pushing me past my limits, and heavens he’s really is so handsome, his throbbing erection makes my pussy scream, my panties are a sopping mess, I’m so fucking wet I can’t hold back! I need to have an orgasm, right now, and I don’t care how wrong this is!

Chelsey’s breathing had grown more and more ragged and laboured, her chest heaving under her surgical gown and green rubber apron, the air thick with her musky arousal.

She whispered, her voice trembling with raw sexual need, “I can’t wait anymore, Matt, I need to cum.” With a hurried motion, she pulled the rolling stool beside Matt’s head, its wheels squeaking softly, and straddled it erotically, her nurse clogs tapping the floor, her surgical gown and green rubber apron rustling loudly.

She pulled her surgical gown and scrub dress to her waist, the fabrics rustling sharply, revealing her drenched white pantyhose, the material nearly see-through from her sopping wetness, clinging to her trembling thighs.

Spreading her legs wide, she showed him her sopping wet crotch as she leaned closer to Matt, her hazel eyes burning into his hazy gaze, and purred intimately, “Matt, darling, I know this may be wrong but I don’t care I’m so overjoyed, and means everything to me, sharing this intimate moment with you, letting our desires consume us in my medical suite.”

Her gloved hands then violently ripped open the crotch of her pantyhose with a sharp, tearing sound, the fabric splitting to expose her sopping wet panties, the white material now translucent, clinging to her swollen vagina, the air growing even thicker with her musky, arousal.

She pulled the soaked panties aside, revealing her bushy pussy, thick dark curls matted and damp with slick arousal, glistening under the surgical light, her swollen lips pulsing visibly, with wetness.

Blushing deeply, her cheeks burning under her surgical tie mask, she whispered self consciously, “I’m sorry, Matt, about how my pussy looks I know it’s not very sexy right now, is it? It’s such an unkempt mess!.”

Then, locking eyes with him, her voice turned sultry and dangerously determined, “But I’ll make it so fucking sexy for you, I swear, Matt, I’ll be your perfect sexual fantasy.” Matt’s eyes, hazy from the midazolam, locked on her exposed pussy, moaning desperately, “Chelsey… I…….see….fucking hot…” his voice thick, his erection twitching violently, the erotic fetish of her surgical attire and raw display of her sex fuelling fantasies beyond his wildest dreams.

Chelsey leaned even closer whispering, her voice trembling with a forbidden thrill, “This is so wrong, Matt, I know you’re my son-in-law, married to my daughter, but I don’t care anymore.” Her latex gloved hand slid two fingers into her dripping pussy, the latex squeaking as they plunged deep inside, her other hand began rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles, the wet sounds echoing in the room.

Her breathing hitched, her body arched and trembling, as she let out a sharp, primal scream of triumph as an incredible orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching around her fingers, as her pussy gushed and wetness began to dripping slowly onto the stool and floor, her thighs shaking uncontrollably as she road the after shock.

Matt watched in stunned silence, his hazy eyes wide in shock, “Ch….Chelsey……” his erection pulsing violently, pre-cum dripping onto the drape.

Chelsey got up her legs wobbly and unsteady from her orgasm, and grabbed a pair of safety scissors from the Mayo stand, the metal glinting under the surgical light. Her eyes now burning with a new determination, she slowly climbed up and mounted the surgical table, her nurse clogs tapping, her surgical gown and green rubber apron rustling.

She than stood unsteadily up and over Matt, the surgical light shining down on his restrained body, his twitching penis dripping pre-cum, his hazy gaze locked on her as she towered over him a medical goddess.

Reaching under her surgical gown with the safety scissors, the fabrics rustling, she cut her sopping panties off with several sharp snips, pulling them off completely, the wet fabric glistening.

She than bent down to draped them on his face, the musky scent of her arousal filling his senses, and whispered, “My darling, I want you to smell how intensely aroused and sexually turned on I am by you.”

Her hazel eyes burned with sexual determination as she looked down at him, her voice dripping with intent, “So, my darling, are you ready for your nurse mother-in-law to fuck you?”

Matt moaned desperately, his voice thick with midazolam’s haze, “Ch….Chelsey…ahhhh……fuck… yyyes…” his eyes were hazy but burning, his body trembling with dreamlike desire, the air crackling with their taboo forbidden lust!

Her thoughts: I’m standing on the edge of everything I’ve ever known, about to fuck Matt, my daughter’s husband, who I have restrained and heavily sedated on my surgical exam table what have I become? From the moment I began his quarantine exam, and started to examine him with my latex gloves, his erection and arousal has been constant.

Seeing me in my surgical gown, sparked something and his erotic and sexual confessions to me have unlocked something inside me I thought was long dead, after years of my husband’s sexual rejections. That cold bastard refused to touch me with passion, scoffed at my pleas for any adventure or sexy kinky games, leaving me starved for attention and desire. And Claire, my own daughter, rejecting her husband’s pleases to explore, to push their sex life beyond her own simple vanilla limits her own foolish neglect to him mirrors my own pain.

I’m truly shocked, that our separate sexual rejections have collided here, in this forbidden act, his body trembling under my feet. Matt’s confessions haunt me his blushing and watching me at the start of this exam, than under midazolam’s effects whispering how my surgical gown and pantyhose turned him on, and as the exam went so did his slurred confessions, ‘Chelsey, your gown, your gloves, your pantyhose… you’re so fucking sexy.’

His worship of my surgical gown, latex gloves, and pantyhose telling me I’m sexy and saying he would fuck me has cracked open a desire I’ve suppressed for decades, and now it’s roaring to life, my pussy is aching with a need I can’t deny. This medical suite, is my sanctuary, I had it built to stay up on my nurses training and it was meant to help check Matt over for COVID, but it’s become our forbidden sexual stage, where I’m not just his nurse but his captor, his lover, alive with a power and lust I’ve never felt before.

Now, I’m standing atop this surgical table, about to pull up my surgical gown and exposed my dripping naked pussy and hover over his throbbing hard cock, I’m ready to mount my son-in-law and fuck him, claim him in a way Claire never could. Claire’s blindness to her man’s sexual perfection is my victory, and I’m ready to break every taboo, and have wild sex with Matt!

Forbidden Sexual Connection

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Chelsey’s breathing was ragged, her chest heaving under her sweat soaked surgical gown and apron, the sterile air now thick with her musky arousal. She lifted her surgical gown high, the fabric rustling sharply, revealing the torn out crotch of her white pantyhose, soaked and clinging to her thighs, the damp fabric glistening with her arousal, the jagged edges framing her busy and aroused pussy. Her thick, dark curls glistened with wetness, her swollen lips pulsing visibly, dripping onto the surgical table, the light catching each droplet like a jewel.

Her thoughts: My pussy’s much wilder than I’d like, normally I keep it trimmed, so I’m a touch embarrassed for Matt to see it in this state, covered in such a thick layer of pubic hair, but I’ll shave her smooth tonight so I can be sexy and ready for him. I want to be beautiful for him, my body will be reborn to be sexy and filled with desire.

Chelsey purred, “Matt, darling, look at your nurse mother-in-law, I’m about to fucking you and give you everything you and I have desired. Now hold still my love and let your dear nurse sink her pussy onto that delicious hard cock of yours.”

With a sultry sway, Chelsey began lowering herself to hover above Matt’s throbbing 8-inch erection, her nurse clogs tapping the table’s edge, her gloved hands gripping his muscular thighs, the surgical latex squeaking sharply. She parted her swollen vaginal lips with her gloved fingers, the latex squeaking softly, took hold of his throbbing shaft, its heat pulsing against her palm, and slowly guided his cock into her hot, wet pussy.

She teased the head of his cock into her entrance, slowly unaccustomed to such size after years of neglect, and began sinking down slowly allowing her quivering walls to stretch gradually, each inch down a delicious challenge, her incredible arousal easing the passage of his throbbing cock as she moaned softly, her body trembling.

“Fuck, Matt, you’re sliding into the very place my daughter came out of, it’s so fucking wrong and yet so incredibly poetic,” she moaned, her voice raw and primal, her eyes gleaming with a crazed lust filled arousal. “I’m stealing you from your wife Claire, fucking her husband in ways she’d never dared.”

She eased herself further down his shaft, her tight vaginal walls gripping his thick, veined cock, the swollen head parting her slick folds with a slow, searing slide, her juices dripping in a warm, glistening trail down his shaft, pooling on the sterile drape, her soaked pantyhose squishing against her thighs.

“Your cock belongs to me now, Matt, filling your nurse’s womb where it’s meant to be,” she gasped, her voice thick with filthy delight. Her pussy finally enveloped his full length, her pantyhose-covered ass settling firmly onto his crotch, the damp fabric squishing against his thighs, the thick base of his cock pressing deep into swollen lips, her arousal dripping in warm rivulets down

his shaft, pooling on the table.

She moaned deeply, savoring the exquisite fullness of his cock buried deep inside her pulsing pussy, her inner walls quivering with pleasure, her thighs clamping tightly around his hips, the damp, arousal-soaked pantyhose clinging as she held herself still for a moment, relishing the full feeling in her pussy that was such a forbidden sensation.

“Oh God, Matt, you’re so deep inside me, filling were I have never been filled so completely,” she purred, her voice trembling with ecstasy, her body shuddering as she allowed her pussy to adjust to his size.

Matt’s internal thoughts: My God, his must a dream no it’s real…..Chelsey’s having sex with me in her surgical gown and latex gloves. This is everything I’ve fantasized about and wish my wife would do! Her pussy is so tight, so hot, but this is so wrong….I’m betraying Claire, my wife. I want to stop, but her power over me is overwhelming, and I’m lost in this forbidden medical fetish fantasy.

His thoughts fragmented, the midazolam haze clouding his mind, his eyes locked on Chelsey as she sat astride him in her sexy surgical gown, gloves, and mask, the embodiment of his deepest, darkest medical sexual fantasy, his moral barriers were crumbling under the drug’s and his own sexual desires.

“FUCK, ME MATT, it’s been decades since I’ve felt this alive,” Chelsey screamed, her voice raw with need as she began to move, her pussy gripping his cock tightly. “It’s so kinky and fun to fuck you while I’m wearing my surgical gown and surgical gloves, right here on this exam table, isn’t it? You’re living your darkest medical fetish fantasies with me, aren’t you, my darling?”

Her breathing was getting more ragged as she ripped down her tie up surgical mask, the strings snapping as it fell dangling on her chest, revealing her flushed face, crimson cheeks and blazing hazel eyes, her face radiating raw, sexual lust, her breath hot and uneven.

She let her surgical gown and rubber apron fall, draping over his hips, a rustling veil obscuring their explicit connection, the fabrics swaying with her movements.

Her thighs remained clamped tightly around his hips, the damp pantyhose squishing against his skin, her pussy pulsing around his cock. “Oh God, Matt, your cock feels so fucking huge inside me!” she moaned loudly, her voice breaking with pleasure, her body shuddering as she savored the fullness.

“Yes, Matt, you’re fucking your own mother in-law and I’m fucking my son-in-law, and…..IT’S SO FUCKIN GOOD!” she screamed, throwing her head back, her 36DD breasts straining against the apron, her thighs trembling.

Her gloved hands alternating between pressing his chest, the latex squeaking against his skin, to pinching her rock hard nipples through the layers of her surgical gown and scrub dress, the sharp jolts fuelling her gasps.

Matt’s internal thoughts: I’m floating but I can feel her pussy…..it’s clenching me so tightly. I know this is a betrayal of Claire, but the pleasure is consuming me. I’m trapped in his incredible sexual fantasy, and I can’t escape!

His mind swirled, fragmenting further, the midazolam drowning his guilt, his eyes fixed on Chelsey’s flushed face and blazing eyes, his body surrendering to the incredible desire to live out his forbidden fantasy.

Chelsey began bouncing up and down on his cock, her movements rhythmic and forceful, the wet, slapping sounds echoing, her sweaty surgical gown and apron rustling loudly, tenting over Matt’s lower body, the fabric crinkling as it brushed his skin, her soaked pantyhose squishing against her thighs.

“You’re so fucking hard for your nurse, aren’t you, Matt?” she purred, her gloved hands pressing against his chest, latex squeaking sharply, then sliding up to pinch her rock hard nipples through the gown and scrub dress again, her moans intensifying.

“Your cock’s wrecking my pussy, Matt, its so much bigger than my useless ex’s, I haven’t been fucked like this in ages!” Her voice dripped with filthy delight, her eyes blazing with a crazy, lust filled intensity, her flushed face glowing under the light.

“This surgical gown, these gloves, this table, it’s all so fucking kinky, my darling, and I love how your medical fetish for me has brought me back to life!”

She bounced faster, her pussy clenching around his cock, her breasts bouncing under the apron, the tented surgical gown swaying with each thrust, her thighs clamping tighter, the damp pantyhose squishing against him.

Her thoughts: God, I never imagined I would be having such wild kinky sex like this, it’s beyond anything I imagined. Riding Matt in my surgical gown, the latex gloves, my surgical mask around my neck it’s all so fucking sexy, his cock is ruining me, I’m alive again, and he’s mine, forever mine, I won’t let him leave me, ill protect him in the shadows.

Matt’s internal Hazy thoughts: Her pussy is so hot, so tight, but I’m betraying someone who? Ohh yes Claire with every thrust. I want to fight but it feels so good the pleasure!

His thoughts shattered, the drug haze overwhelming, his body trembling with hazy lust, his cock pulsing violently inside her.

Chelsey’s first orgasm crashed through her, her pussy spasming wildly, her body shuddering as she screamed, “God, Matt, your cock’s hitting my womb, I’m coming so fucking hard, you’re wrecking me!”

Her gloved fingers wrenched her rock hard nipples harder, the sharp pain mixing with pleasure, her thighs trembling, the exam table creaking, the tented gown and apron rustling loudly, her soaked pantyhose squishing louder as she clamped her thighs around him. “You’re filling my pussy like no one ever has, Matt, my young lover!”

Wetness flooded down his shaft, soaking the table, her thighs quaking with the intensity. Her arousal was insatiable, she paused to collect herself for sec and than continued bouncing up and down, the slick friction driving her wild, her thighs clamping even tighter, around him. “You love this, don’t you, my darling, your nurse mother-in-law fucking you senseless?” she gasped, her gloved fingers digging into his chest, latex squeaking.

Matt’s internal thoughts: All I feel is the pleasure of her pussy’s grip the feel of her, her gown and gloves fueling my medical fetish. I can’t stop wanting my mother-in-law. I’m her prisoner, and my body craves this incredible sex.

His mind barely held together, fragments of guilt drowned by the drug, his eyes locked on her surgical attire, his sexual fantasy consuming him.

Her second orgasm built, her pussy tightening, her clit rubbing against his pelvis. “FUCK MATT, I’M ABOUT TO CUM FOR YOU AGAIN, MY PUSSY’s EXPLODING FOR YOU!” she screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching like a vice around his cock, a primal scream echoing as more wetness gushed, drenching the table further. She rode through the second orgasm faster smiling and glowing her eyes blazing with a crazed lust filled fire.

Matt’s moans grew frantic, “Ch….Chelsey… fuck… can’t…” his voice thick with hazy desire, his cock throbbing, his heart rate spiking to 115 bpm.

Chelsey bounced rhythmically and faster on his cock, each thrust driving him deeper inside, her pussy quivering with anticipation, her gloved hands pinching her rock hard nipples harder and harder as the tempo built, her moans escalating. With a final, desperate thrust, Matt gasped and bucked his hips as his cock erupted inside Chelsey’s quivering pussy, thick spurts of hot cum shooting deep into her womb, each pulse searing and intense, triggering her third orgasm.

“OHHH GOD, MATT, YES CUM FOR ME, IN MY PUSSY FILL MY WOMB, I’m coming so fucking hard!” Chelsey screamed, her voice raw with triumph, her body shuddering as she felt his hot seed flood her, her inner vaginal walls milking every drop from his cock. “That’s its my darling Cum for your nurse, fill my womb with your cum!” she gasped, her pussy spasming wildly, her thighs quaking, the exam table creaking violently.

Matt groaned loudly, his moans slurred and desperate, “Chelsey… oh God… fuck…” his body trembling from the release after being restrained and aroused for so long, exhaustion and the drugs overwhelming him.

His vision blurred as he watched Chelsey’s flushed face and blazing eyes riding him her third orgasm hitting her was the last thing he saw, as her hot pussy clenched his spurting cock as he blacked out, his head lolling back, as he passed out, heart rate dropping to 100 bpm.

Matt’s internal thoughts: Chelsey’s pussy is claiming me. I’m lost in her power. I’m hers, and I’m fading into darkness. His mind faded, lost in the haze.

Chelsey collapsed a moment later limply onto his chest, her sweaty surgical gown and apron rustling, her body trembling and quivering, her pussy pulsing around his softening cock, still dripping with their combined fluids slowly onto the surgical table.

Her thoughts: I’ve crossed every ethical line, claimed my daughter’s husband in a frenzy of sexual lust while conducting a medical exam as a professional nurse, his cock is still pulsing inside my womb, his drugged moans shattering every taboo possible but I’m alive, reborn in this forbidden ecstasy. He’s mine now, Claire’s loss is my eternal triumph.

Her breathing ragged, the musky scent of their sex filled the exam suite. She whispered, “My darling, you’re my everything, this was beyond my wildest dreams.” Still panting heavily, as she lay on Matt’s chest, her gloved hands lovingly stroking his sweat-slicked skin, the latex squeaking softly as her fingers traced his muscles, savoring the warmth of his body beneath her and the intimacy of this moment.

Slowly, she shifted, letting his softening cock slip out of her dripping twitching pussy, a thick trickle of their combined fluids oozing from her swollen lips, trailing down her inner thighs, the musky scent intensifying.

She pulled Matt’s head up gently, her gloved hands cupping his face, the latex squeaking, and pressed her mouth to his in an incredibly sexy and deep kiss her tongue delving deep, tasting the lingering salt of his sweat.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had, my darling,” she whispered against his mouth, her voice husky with lust, “you’ve ruined me for anyone else my love.”

Her thoughts: His lips, his cum, his cock and his body it’s all mine now, I have claimed him for myself.

Recovery & Sedation

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With a soft groan and minor wince, Chelsey began her awkward dismount from on top of Matt and the surgical table, her legs wobbling, her body aching from the intense fucking, the first in over a decade that had stretched her pussy so thoroughly.

Her nurse clogs slipped slightly on the table’s edge, her soaked pantyhose squishing as she struggled to steady herself, a glistening trail of their combined fluids continuing to drip from her still twitching pussy, streaking across the tables edge.

She laughed lightly, her voice breathy and raw, whispering, “God, Matt, you almost broke my pussy with that cock of yours and you came so much what a mess haha.” On wobbly legs, she finally carefully stepped down, her surgical gown and apron rustling, her thighs trembling as she moved to the rolling stool, its wheels squeaking as she collapsed onto it, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening and leaking in the light, wetness dripping slowly onto the floor.

Her thoughts: My body’s a wreck, my pussy raw and throbbing, but I’ve never felt so alive, so claimed by him, and he is going to be mine forever it’s decided!

After a few minutes she shakily, rose and shuffled to a cabinet, her clogs tapping unevenly, her sweaty gown and apron rustling, retrieving a pack of baby wipes, the plastic crinkling as she tore the pack open, the faint scent of aloe wafting up.

She snapped off her damp, cum streaked latex gloves, the rubber squeaking as they peeled away, tossing them into a biohazard bin with a soft thud. Snapping on a fresh pair of surgical gloves, the latex squeaking sharply and snagging on her sweaty hands as they stretched over her hands, she returned to the stool, her legs still spread, and began cleaning herself, the cool wipes gliding carefully over her swollen, sensitive lips, soothing the raw ache as she wiped away the thick, residue of cum and musky fluids.

Her thoughts: God, our cum mixed together, it’s so fucking filthy and perfect. I truly have become a kinky sexy crazed woman it seems.

She than still feeling rather wobbly moved to Matt, and began gently wiping the surgical table around him, the wipes soaking up the pooled fluids, the musky scent lingering. With tender care, she cleaned his softening cock, her gloved fingers gliding over his shaft, the latex squeaking softly.

Leaning down, she took his cock into her mouth, sucking lovingly, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head, tasting their combined cum, a heady mix of her sweet arousal and his salty cum.

“You’re mine forever, Matt,” she whispered as he cleaned his cock, her voice dripping with possessive lust, “your cum tastes so fucking good mixed with mine, my perfect lover.” She continued sucking, her lips smacking softly, savoring every drop, her gloved hands stroking his thighs, the latex squeaking.

Once satisfied everything including the floor was clean and sterile, Chelsey tossed the last few wipe and sterilization cloths into the biohazard bin, its lid clanging shut. She glided to the cabinet, her clogs tapping, her sweaty gown and apron rustling, retrieving a 10 mL midazolam vial and syringe, she drew 5 mg does of clear liquid, a droplet gleaming in th light.

Her thoughts: He’s so perfect, even passed out, his body surrendered to me, his cock claimed by my pussy, his every breath under my control. I won’t let Matt leave I will make him mine, his heart, body and soul chained to my desires, my lover, stolen from daughter Claire, mine to mold and fuck and worship as I please.

She injected the IV port, the syringe hissing, liquid gurgling into the tubing. Matt’s breathing deepened, heart rate steady at 95 bpm. She purred, “Sleep, we’ll my darling, you’ll need it for tomorrows fun

I have planned!”

Chelsey covered Matt with a soft blanket, its fabric rustling, tucking it carefully around his restrained body, the edges brushing his skin, and a pillow under his head. She peeled off her sweaty surgical gown, mask, and gloves, the damp fabrics clinging, the latex squeaking as she tossed them into a biohazard bin, its lid clanging shut, the faint scent of sweat lingering. Leaning over Matt, she kissed his sedated mouth deeply, her lips warm and possessive, lingering as her tongue grazed his.

“You’re mine, Matt, my perfect young lover, and I’ll keep you with me forever,” she whispered, her voice thick with a dangerous ownership. She collected the sample swabs and fluids from the days exam in a sterile courier pack, sealing it with a zip, and arranged a hospital lab pickup via her phone, its screen glowing for tomorrow morning.

She retrieved a digital camera, its lens glinting, setting it on a tripod, the red light blinking as it recorded Matt’s sleeping form. “I’ll watch you and keep you safe,” she murmured. As she dimming the pot lights to a faint soft warm glow, “Sleep well, my beloved.” She said as he closed the door softly behind her.

Bedroom Reflection & Preparation

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In her bedroom, Chelsey stripped off her damp scrub dress and soaked ripped pantyhose, the fabrics squishing, standing naked and glistening with sweat and her own arousal and cum before a full-length mirror.

Her voluptuous body 36DD breasts glistened with sweat, her curves shimmering under the soft light, her curvy hips and full ass slick with her own fluids and sweat, her bushy pussy glistening with lingering cum from her mad sex with Matt sticky and radiating a raw mushy scent, her sexual reawakened was truly at hand.

“Look at me, alive again finally all thanks to Matt,” she said aloud, her voice sultry, fingers tracing her sweat slicked curves, lingering on her heavy breasts, her nipples still hard, then gliding down her hips, her skin warm and flushed.

Her thoughts: My body’s a temple now, reborn for him, every curve his to worship, every inch claimed by his cock. She moved to the bathroom, where a large, clawfoot bathtub awaited, its polished porcelain gleaming under the warm light.

She turned the faucet, hot water gushing with a soft roar, steam rising in thick curls, filling the air with a warmth mist, the faint scent of lavender from her bath oil mingling with the steam. Sinking into the luxurious soak, the water enveloped her aching pussy, the slight sting of her raw, swollen lips soothed by the warm water, her stiff body relaxing into the tub as she sighed deeply.

Reaching for a razor and a can of shaving cream, she dispensed a thick foam, its creamy texture slick as she angled her leg up out of the water spreading the foam gently down her legs, the scent of aloe sharp in the steamy air.

She glided the razor over her legs, the blade whispering against her skin, stripping away fine hairs, leaving her legs silky smooth, and gleaming under the water’s surface.

Moving on to her pussy, she stood up and applied more foam, her fingers massaging the cream into her swollen, sensitive lips, the touch sending a shiver of arousal and a small wince through her raw, aching core. Her pussy, still tender but alive from Matt’s cock, pulsed faintly, its dark curls matted, her clit peeking from its hood, hypersensitive and aroused.

She carefully guided the razor over her mound, the blade scraping softly, cutting through the coarse hair with precise strokes, revealing smooth, glistening skin. She parted her lips gently, the razor gliding over her inner folds, the sharp edge whispering against her slick, tender flesh, each stroke heightening her arousal, her pussy throbbing with a delicious ache.

As she finished shaving every inch, her vagina now bare, her pink, swollen lips glistening, her clit pulsing visibly still.

Her thoughts: God, my pussy’s looks so smooth and sexy now, and so fucking sensitive, I can’t wait for Matt’s tongue to devour my pussy, to lick and suck my clit until I scream, his name as his mouth worships my perfect, bare cunt.

Sinking back into into the water with a small sigh of happiness she allowed the warm water to rinsing her smooth bare mound of the remaining cream and than cleaned the razor, she ran her fingers over her freshly shaved pussy, the skin silky smooth and hypersensitive, her touch sparking a further jolt of pleasure, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Stepping out of the bath after a lovely long hour soak, she toweled off, the plush fabric absorbing the water, leaving her skin glowing with a soft sheen. She reached for a bottle of moisturizer, its pump clicking as she dispensed a creamy lotion, the scent of jasmine filling the air. She smoothed it over her silky legs, her fingers gliding over the sleek curves, then massaged it into her bare pussy, her fingers lingering on her hypersensitive skin, the touch sending a shiver through her.

Standing again before the mirror again, she admired her incredibly sexy body, her smooth legs gleaming, her bare pussy glistening, its swollen lips and pulsing clit a testament to her reawakened sexual desire.

Her thoughts: Yes I have decided I will postpone the rectal exam, the delicious enema to cleanse him, and the prostate check that would have him squirming under my latex gloved fingers it’ll be so thrilling when he is healed, and my body will ready to savor every moan he makes. Tomorrow, I’ll perform a circumcise surgery on him, my scalpel keeping him weak and mine, plus a few surgical biopsies to ensure his body is perfectly healthy for me.

She paused and looked around her bedroom. Hmm this bedroom won’t due I need to merge my two spare bedrooms into a master suite, and sex room for my beloved darling a place he can recover and be mine forever. My mind’s spinning with online shopping plans latex stockings, rubber corsets, vibrators, sounding kits, bondage gear my useless ex always refused. Matt’s my chance to live every incredible sexual fantasy out, his body bound and fucked in my fetish paradise, his cock and body claimed by me.

She climbed naked into bed, the cool sheets sliding against her warm moist skin, her legs rubbing together like a cricket, the soft friction sparking a faint arousal. She grabbed her iPad from the nightstand, its screen glowing as she opened the live feed of the camera in the medical suite, Matt’s sedated, sleeping form filled the display, his chest rising slowly, the blanket slightly askew. “I’ll see you in the morning, my darling,” she whispered lovingly, her voice thick with possession, her heart swelling with the most blissful happy contentment she’d ever felt as she kissed the screen tenderly.

She then drifted off, smiling, dreaming of Matt’s tongue on her pussy, her body alive with anticipation at the start of a new and exciting chapter in her life!

End: Chapter 3

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