Page 50 of Living Hell

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Iona

THE LOOK ON TYLER’Sface was worth every penny I paid the costume department on the film The Boss’s Nightmare. I played a private nurse to a rich executive and halfway through the film, I turned into a zombie.

“You’re my n-n-nurse,” he stuttered and it was everything.

Once, when we were young and our friendship had yet to blossom into something more, he admitted he had a thing for nurses. That’s why I bought the costume from the movie. Not because I thought this day would ever materialize, but it gave me an idea that it would be fun to do some roleplay with a one-night stand. My reasoning was that if Tyler had a fantasy about nurses, then other guys might, too.

“Yes, Dr. Ferguson. It seems the doctor has become the patient, and I need to make sure he’s well cared for.”

I brought the bag over to the bedside table and bent over to look into it, making sure the hem of the dress rode up enough to show him that I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Oh, Christ.”

He saw.

I pulled out a moist antiseptic wipe, antibiotic cream, and a bandage. When I turned to him, I noticed his cock was eagerly awaiting my ministrations, but it had to wait its turn.

I cleaned and bandaged his face, making sure I was gentle. The way Tyler stared up at me, you’d think I was an angel sent from sex heaven.

I saw his arm move from out of the corner of my eye. His fingers brushed my chest, moving down into my cleavage, which was on full display.

This wasn’t a cheap Halloween costume. It had been custom made for my body and it’s that little touch that turned me into his wet dream come to life.

His hand slid past the front seam, under my white lace bra, and grabbed my breast.

“I’m glad to see your energy’s up, Dr. Ferguson. But there’s one thing I think might give you the boost you really need.”

My hand slid down his body—his abs tensed to my teasing touch. He watched my hand as if he really was dying and I held the cure in my fingertips.

His cock was stiff and a bead of precum had already formed on the tip. His eyes slid up to mine, begging me to relieve him of the tension. He wanted to play this out and I would love to give it to him, but he needed to be patient first.

“I think this needs mouth-to-mouth.” I slid my hand down his shaft, cupping his balls. My neck was so close to his chest as I bent I could feel his breath against my sensitive skin.

“Fuck. Fuck.” Tyler’s hips lifted to my touch as he spread his legs.

This performance was all for him. I’d do anything to make Tyler happy. Before I leave this house for good in a month and a half, I’d make sure I made up for every lie he told on my behalf. I couldn’t admit it to him, but the guilt of putting him through the deceit was weighing on me. He worked hard, was honest to a fault, and never deserved the chaos I brought with me when I came to town.

He would never want someone like me long-term. Sure, I was capable of bringing his fantasies to life, but he was too good for me. I had lived long enough surrounded by people who’d sell their soul for one line in a blockbuster film that I wondered if I was turning into one of them.

I left a trail of kisses down his chest, his stomach, and when I got to the tip of his cock, I heard him gasp. It was kind of easy to turn him on. Last night, all I had to do was flash him my boobs and he was on his knees. I think it helped that I flashed him my pussy, too, and played with myself, but still . . .

“Oh, it definitely needs mouth-to-mouth. But it’s so big . . . I’m not sure I can get my lips around. Let me get it wet first.”

I crawled between his legs, unzipped the opening of my outfit, and pulled back the lace cups of my bra. It turned him on last night to see my tits, why not give him another show?

His hands were tight fists at his sides as I played with myself. He didn’t complain, though.

Once I was done teasing him with my tit play, I lowered myself back to his cock. It was angry having to wait so long for my touch. I never noticed how big he was until now. I mean, I felt it last night—the way he filled me was incredible—but I never got to fully see it in the darkening sky or when he was naked and didn’t realize it. It wasn’t as erect then.

I cupped the base and slid my tongue up and down, making sure to suck on the tip. The groan Tyler released was worth the wait. My pussy was soaked, and I could feel myself drip down my thigh. I wondered if this tease was doing more for him or for me.

I wanted to dig into the action team bag in the back of the closet and whip out my toys. But instead, I focused on pleasing my man. Because even though this engagement was fake, I enjoyed knowing we were together, even if it wasn’t for long.

My hand was slick from pulling and rubbing his cock. I slid my mouth over, only getting halfway down before coming back up. He didn’t seem to mind. Tyler’s hands slid into my hair, causing the little hat to fall from my head and my hair to tumble forward.

“Iona . . . Come here.”

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