Louisa
“And would you like a hand job to finish?”
She smiled her sweetest, most sincere smile. This was always the last question she asked at the end of the nurse’s health check at her local doctor’s.
They would look confused, like it was a very inappropriate joke. She would therefore explain a little.
“Sexual tension is a serious risk factor for many common diseases, and so the NHS is proud to be piloting this here before rolling it out across the country.”
They would usually drop their trousers and wait, half erect, for her to put her hand on it.
She would ting her gloves into place and take them in hand. She was young and sexy. She had handled hundreds of cocks. They were soon hard and with expert strokes soon cumming.
She loved the feel of a pulsing cock. She loved the way they moaned or said strange words that didn’t seem to relate to anything.
She would also have loved to have felt it hit her body or her tongue, their molten lust. But that would have seemed too unprofessional. She caught it in a petri dish and would lap at it later.
They left happy, if a little bemused. She made up the story about it being medical, of course. And she knew they really knew that.
But it did improve the community’s health, because no one ever missed their health checks with her.
