One time in London, i was staying at a major hotel and felt ill. A local clinic provided nursing sisters for their guests, and one arrived to see what was wrong. She took my temp (Drat not rectal) and my pulse and poked about before deciding that my problem was probably just constipation and jet lag. She told me I could have a dose of laxative or an enema. I selected the enema.
She pulled out her equipment and prepared me for the colon tube and funnel she carried. it was obvious that I enjoyed the enema as my dick rose to the occasion. She completed here treatment, and gave me a card to call her again 'if I felt the need.' I thought I saw a wink in her eye.
Two days later, I called, and she gave me the address to her flat nearby, and I went over. I felt fine, but wanted to see what might happen. She opened the door when I rang, but now she was in a short skirt and thin blouse that accentuated her breasts and hips. She was one fine woman.
She asked how I was doing and I said that I probably needed another enema. No problem, she pointed me toward her bedroom ,and told me to get undressed and lie on the bed. She want toward what was a bathroom off the entrance, and I could hear water running.
When she came back, she had a huge bag and hose, rubber gloves, and a jar of vaseline. She lubed everything and told me to roll onto my back and raise my legs. On the end of the hose was a colon tube that she lubricated, and started to insert in my rear. She opened the valve on the hose and soon had the entire colon tube up my butt. Quarts later, I held all the water in the bag.
She closed the clamp, and dropped the bag on the bed, then started to rub my belly. She said it was to move the water higher to give a good high enema. Gradually, she came closer to my dick, and eventually started to rub it. When she saw how hard it was, she raised her skirt, and climbed atop me and let it sink into her pussy. I came almost immediately.
Soon, I went to the toilet and got rid of the water, But I stayed in her apartment until the following day, and must have had at least six enema sessions. Two days later, I returned to the states, and never saw her again.
But I can truthfully say, at least six months of dreams of my experience resulted from the brief fling with the enema nurse.