Red Confession: Infirmary Fever – The Nurse Who Owned My Body

University amphitheater, second floor. July heat clings. I slump in the back, eyelids heavy. Professor drones. Then she enters. Madame Duluc. Infirmary boss. Blouse hugs curves. Legs amber-gold. Cherry lips, red toes. Eyes lock on mine. Heat floods my core. Summer without dick. Now this. Heart races. Pulse throbs low.

Called out. Daydream? No. Infirmary awaits. Small waiting room. She ushers another girl out. Robe now, tiny white. Smile pierces. I stand. ‘Undress, mademoiselle.’ Barely hesitate. Heat waves. Bra, thong off. Skin prickles. Sweat beads. Twenty minutes wait. Ass melts to bench. Thighs slick.

The Irresistible Fever

Enter her office. She twists blonde hair. Neck mole begs kiss. Folder open. Questions quick. Healthy. Vital. Forms spill. Rise for measure. Hands on shoulders. Soft. Firm. Scale next. Stethoscope cold on chest. Jolt. Her fingers slip under bra cup. Nipple hardens. Instant fire. Back turned. ‘Beautiful arch.’ Coquin smile. Room spins hotter.

Bra off. Tits free. Heavy, nipples brown peaks. She circles. Thumb traces spine. Down to thong line. Shivers electric. Tits ache. ‘Panties off. Table.’ Naked now. Legs spread? No yet. Heart hammers. Skin burns. Desire coils tight.

Palms breasts. Kneads. Pinches. Squeezes. Thorough. Nipples stab air. Thighs clench. Wetness drips. ‘Legs up, knees bent. Spread.’ Sex exposed. Brown lips part. Gloves slick lube. Fingers invade. Part folds. Probe clit. Slide in. Slow pump. Heat explodes. Hips buck. First orgasm crashes. Clench her. Jaw locks. No scream. Yet. Shame burns red. But crave more.

Blazing Surrender and Ashes

‘Tight vagina. Check deeper.’ Fingers circle clit. Stroke. Second wave hits. Spasms rip. Soak table. Breathless. Owned.

Rectal now. Agree. Fingers tremble. She lubes. No need. Ass wet from flood. Circles rosebud. Presses in. Smooth glide. Pumps faster. Electric. Possessed. She strips. Robe drops. String, bra gone. Bombshell nude. Tits massive. Mounts table. Straddles face. Nipples to mouth. Suck hard. Tongue whirl. Bite. She swells. Both tits crammed. Fingers plunge pussy. Three deep. Third orgasm. Muffled howls.

Slide down. Her sex flames. Tongue dives. Lap nectar. Fingers ass. She bucks. Gyrates. Fingers clench. Spasms. Screams my name. ‘Candice!’

Bliss peaks. Her climax floods. Then… jolt. Eyes snap. Amphitheater. Professor glares. ‘Candice!’ Wet skirt clings. Pussy throbs. Thighs soaked. Dream ashes smolder. Skin still scorches. Heart pounds echoes. Pinch me. Real? Chair slick. Prof sends to infirmary. Real one. Legs weak. Pulse races. Danger lingers. Crave her still. Total burn forever etched.