Nurse whore sex

Upon arrival Bill took the poor unfortunate into the bedroom and briefed her on her role whilst Hank went to the kitchen for an extra large portion of Dutch courage. It seemed like a good idea to get her totally into role so Bill took her into the bathroom and put her in a cold bath and added all the ice cubes from the freezer. After about 30 minutes Hank just wanted to get it over and done with so went to the bathroom but was not prepared for the sight that awaited him. Bill was passed out on the floor whilst Dora was shivering in the bath mumbling about a snake having leapt out of his trousers and attacking her. After raising Bill’s feet to the edge of the bath he guided Dora to the kitchen table and made her lie perfectly still upon it, instructing her to only take shallow breaths and not to react in any way at all. No matter what he tried he was unable to perform, he thought of every good looking woman he could but to no avail, in the end he had to settle for digital manipulation and Dora proved to be a natural, not batting an eyelid nor moving a muscle no matter what he did. Satisfied with their leading lady he gave her a fiver and told her they would be in touch. After he had shown her out he went to rouse Bill and tell him the good news.

Bill was particularly difficult to rouse, his semi flaccid member still poking out of his trousers combined with the bruising around his eye meant he was still drowsy.  Hank looked out the bathroom window, dawn had long since passed.

“Bill! Fancy an early one in the stoke?”  Bill mumbled incomprehensibly and Hank assumed he meant yes.  He went and grabbed the barbeque tongs from the kitchen, something he had to have handy since Bill’s op and tucked him in, then proceeded to carry him to the stoke.  The door was locked but the landlord was used to locals anxious for an early morning snifter, especially these two

By the time they got to the bar Bill was awake and anxious to know how it all went.  His eye was hurting and his penis was feeling slimy, he was a bit worried as to what Hank had been up to whilst he was out cold.

“It was alright fella, she is the perfect candidate, warts and all.  And I mean warts and all.  Have you got Al’s number, we need to get him on board”

“Al hasn’t got a phone, we’ll have to head for the ‘Cutter’ at kicking out time, he’s bound to be there.”

“The Cutter doesn’t have a kicking out time now.  It’s 24 hour.”

“Not on a Wednesday, shuts at four in the morning.” Replied Bill

They looked at their respective watches,  0900.  Fuck thought Bill, He couldn’t, Rosey would kill him.

“Same again?” Asked Hank, getting up, instinctively knowing the answer.

“Yeah mate, just off to the heads”  When Bill returned Hank was there with two pints and two chasers.

“Hank, why is there barbeque sauce around my Cock?”

Hank considered the question for a while and decided that he could have some fun. He proceeded to inform Bill that Dora had taken a shine to his two toned monster and had to have it at all costs. Try as she might the thing was too big so she came into the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards for some considerable time eventually settling on the barbeque sauce. He also explained that he was not too sure of what was going on at this stage still intent on Dutch courage but eventually curiosity got the better of him and he went for a look. Bill was by this stage approaching a state of shock and looked at Hank fearfully not knowing what to expect. The non existent scene was described to him in gory detail. Hank claimed that upon entering the bathroom Dora was sitting on Bills face pouring bar-b-q sauce over her breasts and chomping on his two tone monster. Hank related how he had to beat her off him with a broom whilst taking some publicity shots for the movie.

“What fucking movie” screamed Bill, “we are not actually making a fucking movie”. He was told to calm down, where was the harm in making a few pounds on the side.

An argument ensued for most of the morning about the pro’s and con’s of actually making a movie,  Hank couldn’t see a problem but Bill as ever had to think of Rosey and what would ever happen if she ever found out.  This continual consideration for Rosey was seriously beginning to piss Hank off.  Bill on the other hand had other more pressing concerns now that Rosey had sprung to his mind.

“Bill I’ll tell you what, dump Rosey and we won’t make the film.”

“What!  If I Dumped Rosey it wouldn’t matter if we made the film.”

“Well there you go fella. It’s a win win situation.”

“Yeah funny guy.  Seriously though,  That two bit whore has got me worried.  Do you know where the nearest clap clinic is?”

“Yeah mate it’s five minute walk….. I think, I mean, it might be near here, down the road, on the left.  So I’m led to believe.”

“Right drink up, we’re off.”  Hank looked hesitant then down at his pint, “Oh for fuck sakes Hank you’ve got snags.  Dave Can we get a carry out.”

“It’s not that mate…”  But Bill was already walking out the door, with beer.  Hank had no choice but to follow.

The sign for the STD Clinic was 6 ft tall in bright red letters yet Hank still looked unconvinced about the clinics whereabouts.  As they got to the door, Hank decided to come clean and tell Bill that he was winding him up.

“Bill mate”  The door opened and a man in a dirty mac walked out.

“Hi Hank, How’s it going?” and walked on.

“Who was that?”  Asked Bill

“Er no idea mate” Another man exited the building.

“Hello Hank, long time no see” and passed them by.

“Hank looked away.  Bill watched the two strangers exit the ground and then looked at Hank trying to hide away from the doorway.  Something wasn’t right.  “Come on fella”  And dragged Hank into the clinic.

The three men sat in the waiting area, all avoiding each others gaze looked up as the two entered.

“Hank!” They all exclaimed as they approached the reception desk.

“Fellas” Hank replied demurely taking a seat in the far corner and swearing revenge on Bill for this humiliation. Bill was at the reception desk giving their details and Hank just wished that he would drop dead. Bill came over to the seats and said that it wouldn’t be long and that the receptionist wanted to know if Hanks last dose of Doxycycline hadn’t worked or was it a new dose. Hank made his way to reception and spent at least half an hour in deep conversation. Upon his return he informed Bill that he would meet him in the Stoke as he was given the all clear. Bill was then called into the examination room and informed that there was no need for a history as his friend had kindly given it for him to save him any embarrassment. As ordered he dropped his trousers and the nurse looked at him in a new light. He was made to lie on the bed and she then began her work. First came an internal penile scrape performed with a 8 inch long tool resembling something from the Spanish inquisition rather than a medical implement. Then he was asked to provide a semen sample and to his surprise the nurse lowered the head of the bed and started to talk dirty to him. After he regained consciousness he was asked to bunny hop around the room for 10 minutes and then try to regain an erection. On failing achieve the aforementioned erection he was told that he would have to be punished.

He returned to the Stoke 2 hours later, dishevelled and sore.

“Wanker.”  Was Bill’s only word.  Hank could only laugh, he had sank a few beers and had gotten over his previous embarrassment.  The two supped their pints and realised that both had received their share of humiliation that day and that all was forgiven.  Another would seal the deal.

Bill returned to the table with two pints and a packet of pork scratchings.  It was only three o’clock and they had a long day ahead of them.

“Fella I’d better check in with Rosey, let her know I’m not going to be home.”  Bill produced a brand new phone and began to dial.  Hank looked at the phone and  began to think. 

“Oh shit”  Said Bill as he hung up. “I’m for it know.  She’s pissed off with me not coming home last night and just cried when I said I won’t be home till tomorrow.  Apparently she had bought stuff for a picnic for today and some Venison for tonight.”

“Really?  My my mate that’s a lot of food”  Hank raised his glass to his lips and before he supped, hoarsed “Feeder”

“Don’t joke mate, you’ve got me worried,  At first I thought we were eating well because our finances are sorted now, but I think now maybe your right.”

“Yeah I noticed your new found affluence mate.  New phone is it?”

“Yeah, cool isn’t it.”

“How much did that set you back?”

“Well it’s a contract phone so £50”

“Ah £50.  Really.  Looks impressive, but then if I had fifty quid lying around, I reckon I could get me a phone like that.”

“well fella fifty quid isn’t that big a deal.  I always reckon if you were more careful of your money you could get yourself some nice stuff.  I mean whatever happened to your corkscrew collection?  Did you get that one you wanted?”

“No”  said Hank blankly.

“How much did it cost?”

“£50”  Again displaying no emotion.

“There you go shipmate,  £50 for something you want, all it takes is to be careful once in a while.  You have to admit you do tend to be careless with your money.  Your round”