Back in Tilda’s room, Mark had difficulties keeping his calm. He had explained to her that they would have the kind of intercourse a normal couple would have, including foreplay and getting in the mood.
They both didn’t need to get more into the mood, and Tilda was a little concerned Mark wouldn`t last past the promised foreplay. He had just gotten rid of his trousers, revealing his throbbing erection, already glistening with pre cum. Tilda hoped Mark’s amazing stamina wouldn`t betray him tonight.
He leaned down to kiss her, and Tilda opened her lips, welcoming his tongue. Their first real kiss sent shivers down her spine. He opened her robe and, without breaking the kiss, pushed it off her shoulders. Finding her sensitive breasts, he started caressing them before he finally broke the kiss to lift her out of her chair and place her on her bed. Tilda noticed that the slim pillow was already in place. Mark had placed it so perfectly that her hips automatically tilted up.
Lowering the bed a little, he removed the rest of his clothes before climbing onto the mattress with her. Tilda noticed she was still wearing the panties, and the vibrator was still humming inside her. Mark leaned in to kiss her again and then began to work his way down to her breasts to start kissing and nibbling. She felt her arousal mount, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
Mark took that as a sign to move further. Tilda watched his hand wander down her stomach and slip inside the panties.
“Am I wet for you?”
“A little bit.” He wiggled down and pulled down her panties. Lifting her head a little, she watched him fuck her with the still humming vibrator. Whilst she tended to her breasts and massaged her erect nipples, Mark pulled out the vibrator. He leaned forward to kiss her again as his fingers entered her. “Are you ready for me? You feel nice and moist.”
Tilda nodded. Mark grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it over his twitching shaft. He carefully parted her legs and positioned himself between them. Then he took Tilda’s hand and placed it at her entrance. “Part your lips for me, so you can feel me enter you.” Tilda nodded and felt him positioning his tip right at her hand.
Looking deep into her eyes, he slowly pushed inside her. At last, he could feel her soft flesh around him. Resting her thumb at her slightly swollen clitoris, Tilda’s fingers pushed her lips close again around him. Adding pressure like this heightened his experience, and he started drilling into her, whilst kissing her ferociously. Mark began to massage her breasts again. He flicked her nipples and rubbed them at the same pace he was keeping inside her.
While Tilda was highly aroused, she already knew she would not reach her orgasm this way. And she knew Mark knew, too. Pulling out of her, he kissed her. “Level two. Even though I don`t know how long I can restrain myself.” He opened the drawer and got a small anal vibrator out.
Tilda looked at the toy. “Take the bigger one, please.”
He nodded, took out a different plug and the KY jelly, and, after lubing it properly, he parted her legs some more and pushed it deep inside her.
Tilda smiled; she felt the all-too-familiar fullness and a slight pressure in her rectum. She groaned as Mark switched on the vibrator. Taking initiative, Tilda grabbed his cock and guided it back towards her, helping him to push back inside her. Still, she couldn’t feel him, but like the first time, the fullness and pressure worked in her favour. He fell back into his rhythm, and Tilda’s thumb found her clit again. It was a bit bigger now, and she started rubbing and teasing it.
Mark was drilling into her relentlessly, and she knew he wouldn`t last any longer. Pulling him in for another fierce kiss, she felt a faint shiver. A far cry from the orgasms she had experienced here so far, it was still the first, faint hint of an orgasm achieved during normal intercourse. Mark had felt it too, and, with an animalistic grunt, he stirred inside her, pushing himself even deeper as he shot his load. Strand after strand, he filled the condom inside her, still rocking back and forth.
Slowly, he pulled out, careful not to let the condom slip.
Tilda watched him remove the rubber from his now limp penis. Mark smiled at her as he tied a knot in it and dropped it into the little rubbish bin next to the bed.
“Did you enjoy me?” Tilda’s voice was warm and low.
He nodded. “Very much, but I regret not being able to give you the same pleasure at the moment. It seems there’s still some way to go.”
Tilda nodded. “I hope we make it there someday.”
“Oh, trust me, we will. But till we reach that peak, shall I call Patricia to help you orgasm?”
Whilst talking, he had slowly gotten off the bed and had carefully straightened her legs.
Tilda blushed. “If you’d be so kind. And would you do me a favour? Please don’t remove the plug just yet.”
Mark winked at her. “I won’t, but I am pretty sure Patricia will hurry over here. She’s also taken quite a shine to you.”
“She is quite a talented lady.”
Mark nodded. And, as he stood beside her, he let his hand slip between her legs one more time.
“You are very wet, and your clitoris is still hard. Maybe tend to it a little, while you wait.” He removed his hand and slowly licked her juices off his fingers. “Also, you taste very good.”
With that, he left her.
As the door closed behind him, Tilda wiggled a little deeper into her cushions. She had enjoyed him, even though she hadn’t fully been able to experience him. She pulled her duvet over herself, and once she was warm and cosy, she, smilingly, followed his instructions, and her hand wandered down between her legs.
Mark had been right; she was still wet. Tilda could also feel her opening still being agape. She groped around, finding the vibrator Mark had just tossed aside a few minutes ago.
Coating it in her juices again, she slowly pushed it inside herself. Once it was inside and humming, she proceeded to massage her clit.
This was how Patricia found her, only a few minutes later. Tilda was smilingly lost in her own erotic thoughts, one hand on her exposed breast, pulling her hard nipple, another beneath her duvet, which was quite clearly moving up and down.
“Knock, knock.” Patricia smiled as she came closer.
Tilda froze, but only for a second. Then she opened her eyes and looked at the other woman, a smile spreading on her face.
“Mark said you needed some assistance?”
Tilda nodded. “Can you please make me come?”
“Of course!”
Patricia stepped closer to her bed, pushing her wheelchair to the side to gain a little more access. She lifted off the blanket to examine the state Tilda was in.
“I see Mark already did a nice job.” She looked down at the condom wrapper still on the bedside table. “Did you orgasm at all?”
Tilda tilted her head. “A little shiver, but I still feel terribly aroused and in need of relief.”
She watched Patricia’s hand reach between her legs and then felt her fingers brush against her own hand.
“Did you put the vibrator back in?”
Tilda nodded.
“Is it working for you?”
She saw the young, dark nurse slowly move the toy.
“Together with the anal plug, I seem to feel the vibrations. Even though it’s quite faint.” She noticed a spark in Patricia’s eye.
“You seem to respond well to anal stimulation. Would you be ok with me using a strap-on instead of the anal plug?”
“You want me to take a strap-on up my butt?” Tilda’s eyes widened in shock.
“Why not? You take the plugs very well, and you seem to react quite well to them. I would like to remove the vibrator and instead take a clitoral aid to help you.”
Tilda noticed how the thought of being fucked by her hot nurse turned her on even more.
“Ok, I trust you. What shall I do?”
Patricia grinned. “You just relax and watch the show. I will have to re-position you a little bit, but I hope you don’t mind being manhandled by me.”
Tilda grinned and watched Patricia getting to work.
Carefully, she first removed the vibrator, then she wiggled out the plug. Spreading Tilda’s legs a little wider, she reached for the drawer containing all the little aids. Patricia pulled out a little suction device, which she attached to a kind of harness to keep it in place. Carefully, she fastened the little straps around Tilda’s limp legs before she coated the suction cup with some KY and placed it over Tilda’s clit.
When Patricia switched it on, Tilda could hear an audible motor humming with what sounded like rhythmic tapping.
Noticing her curious gaze, Patricia smiled. “We use noisy toys on purpose so the sound tells you if they’re switched on and how fast they’re going.” She adjusted the cup a little, pressing it down a little more. “This little thing will suck and blow in little intervals; it’s a bit like having someone lick your clit.”
Tilda grinned. “I wish I could feel that!”
“You’ll feel something rather different, soon. But if I may, I’ll add a little something for me, too.” She winked and opened the drawer again.
The harness she took out was already mounted with another replica of Mark’s cock. And with another wink, Patricia took the one Tilda had been using and attached it to the inside of the harness.
She wiggled out of her slacks and, with a quick step, wiggled into the harness. Tilda could see how wet and swollen Patricia was. This was as much pleasure for her as it was for Tilda.
Her moan was loud as she pushed the wet vibrator inside herself. And Tilda watched in amazement as the toy disappeared into her.
Patricia fastened the harness and then went to work on Tilda.
She helped her off the bed again, careful not to disturb the little suction cup. She turned her around, and within seconds, Tilda was hanging off the bed, her butt in the air. Resting her breasts and stomach on the mattress, she pushed herself off the bed a little to come to rest on her elbows.
Patricia fiddled with the remote and adjusted the height. Another click and one of the cameras in the room came to life, and Patricia tilted the screen so Tilda was able to see the image displayed on the screen.
It was the perfect angle. She saw her own behind, her legs limply dangling off the bed. And she could watch Patricia, who was now approaching her, whilst massaging a handful of KY jelly onto the rubber cock protruding from her.
“Oh, this is hot,” she muttered as she watched Patricia squirt some of the jelly on her butt and rub it into her still slightly opened hole.
Tilda watched her line up the cock and slowly push it into her. She groaned the moment she could feel the cock inside her. “Oh my god! I can feel it!”
Patricia grinned. “It’s longer than the plugs. It might just do the trick. Let’s hope you can orgasm from anal penetration.”
“Uh, I think so,” Tilda groaned as she felt her whole body being moved by Patricia’s thrusts.
Patricia buried the whole length inside her and used long, slow strokes to pleasure her. She watched Tilda watch them on the screen, when her own arousal approached her peak.
Her breaths came laboured as she fought her own orgasm. “Tilda, may I take you a little rougher? I need to come, and I need more friction.”
Tilda was panting, too. “Yes, please!”
Patricia reached between Tilda’s legs, and she heard the suction motor get louder and faster. And within a few seconds, she felt a long-lost tingle spread between her legs. As Patricia was ramming into her for a maximum of friction, she grunted like an animal, and the moment her orgasm hit, she sped up inside Tilda.
Tilda grabbed the sheets. There was a burning sensation in her anal cavity and an amazingly electric feeling in her clitoris. She came with a spasm that shook her limp legs, and that clamped down on the rubber cock still buried inside her anus. Tilda grunted and screamed, not able to contain her pleasure.
Patricia was still moving, still moaning, riding the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“I think we established you can come from anal.”
She smirked into the camera so Tilda could see her.
Tilda was still shivering. “I would never have believed it.”
“Good thing we tried.” Patricia smacked her butt cheek as she finally pulled out. “I think I’ll help you clean up and then we’re done for the day.”
