The Nurses

[Cherie]

Day 12 of my illness and things seem to be getting worse. Even my desire to dress in PVC was waning, which worried me a lot. After a fever bout that freaked me right out I had to call nine nine nine (911 for US readers). Due to NHS pressures no ambulance came for several hours, by which time I was starting to feel better, so was about to call back to cancel when I saw blue lights flashing outside.
Two women got out. One was carrying a big red pack. Both were dressed in black PVC trench coats, belted and buttoned all the way up. I answered the door, feeling a tad faint as blood was diverted to my manhood. The slim nurse had fiery red hair and smiled as she pushed in to the hallway. The other nurse had blonde hair and was of a curvy build and a stern expression. She was carrying the heavy bag and its weight made her topple into me as she stepped into the house, brushing the cool PVC against my bare arm.
The redhead paused by the living room door, “no, this will not do, we need to examine you in the bed”.
The blonde had already unbuttoned and slipped her shiny trench coat off and hung it next to my Peter Storm cagoule. She was wearing a tight shiny white PVC nurses uniform, that was a bit short. She tugged at the hem to cover her dignity then smiled.
The other nurse had also disrobed by this point. Her uniform was a very shiny red PVC. She handed me her trench coat and demanded I hang it carefully. Of course I had a fondle as I hung it, allowing my hands to drift through its delicious folds.

The redhead was already half way up the stairs, and the other nurse had just picked up the pack and was starting to follow. The weight of the item and shoulder strap caused her already short skirt to ride up, revealing clear plastic panties, which she quickly hid before beginning the climb. I followed at the perfect distance to afford me a view of her rounded buttocks cocooned in their plastic prison and clearly sticking in places suggesting things in the underwear were quite moist.

“We are very busy, so we need to get a shift on”, demanded the curvy nurse, “Shelia, will you help our patient get undressed while I prepare”.
I had only just entered the room when I was assaulted by hands roughly tugging at my tee shirt and directing me to raise my arms so that it could be briskly removed. Behind Shelia I witnessed the other nurse unzip the red bag and pull out a shiny package, which she proceeded to unfold and spread out on my bed.
My belt was undone and practised hands were already tugging my jeans down to my ankles, revealing boring cotton boxers and a huge bulge.
“Ughhh”, said Shelia and whipped them down in an instant causing some pain as she seemed to pay no attention to my stiff cock.
The bed was now covered in a shiny black plastic sheet which, after stepping out of my underwear and jeans around my ankles, I was pushed onto and roughly spun by the ankles so I was lying in the middle on my back.
“Mandy can you get out the machine?”, Shelia enquired. I confess I was excited and nervous as to what was happening, but offered no resistance.
The leather cuffs were on and fastened to my ankles and wrists. Red and back wires ran from them to a large box with dials and a display on it. Shelia’s red PVC clad chest brushed my face as she leant across me and tied my arms and legs using the thick Velcro straps on the cuffs.
My legs were forced apart and without warning Mandy put her latex gloved hand under my balls and roughly inserted her finger into my arse, “prostate check”, she announced. This was no quick check, she remained probing inside me as Shelia busied herself with the worrying machine.
“Have you had any trouble passing water? Any issues at all with this little fella?”, Mandy was using her other hand and grabbed my dick, giving it a rough squeeze.
Suddenly I felt a pulsating sensation, involuntary muscle spasms going through my body between ankles and wrists. The feeling was pulsating on and off.
Shelia left the machine on, I was helpless and not sure if I liked the sensation, then she said, “we need a seamen sample, sorry about this next part it is a bit personal”.
Mandy snapped off the used gloves and threw them in my bedside bin.
Shelia held a small plastic pot, presumably ready to receive my juice, exclaiming, “is it hot in here?”, then slowly unzipped the front of her red PVC uniform all the way down, allowing her large boobs to pop out and revealing that she was wearing no knickers. She grabbed my manhood and started to stroke it. The black plastic bed sheet stuck to my body as I writhed from the pulsating electric current and attention to my dick.
“We don’t have time for all this fannying about”, said Mandy, we have other patients to see, this might hurry things along.
She mounted the bed, I could feel her weight deform the mattress as she sat on my chest with her knees above my shoulders.
She placed her hands on the headboard and eased herself forward. Her plastic covered shaved pussy hung tantilizingly above my face.
“Jesus man we have other patients to see, I just need a sample”, Shelia did sound a bit angry as if she was not kidding about attending to others needs.
I was desperate not to come, I so wanted more of these girls. But I was conflicted, would I prefer Mandy to lower herself onto my face with the plastic panties still on, or would I prefer she remove them first. The thought was pointless as I was powerless to effect anything right now and just had to accept what was happening.
I took a deep breath as the plastic covered pussy connected with my face. The smell was a mixture of plastic pool toys and Mandy which almost made me spurt as soon as the soft material enveloped my nose and mouth.
Shelia had stopped yanking my dick, and a few seconds later I felt the delight of her sliding my manhood into her cunt.
The white PVC of the hem on Mandy’s uniform covered my eyes as my face was tortured by her hot, steamy, plastic clad pussy.
Light streamed into my world as my eyes were uncovered. Looking up past Mandy’s rounded tummy I could see Shelia had unzipped her colleague’s uniform, revealing a see through plastic tee shirt through which she was roughly massaging her boobs and pinching her nipples hard. As Sheila rode up and down on my concrete dick I could feel Mandy’s fingers by my cheek as she pulled back her panties and forced her large clit into my mouth. I caressed the tip of her womanhood with my tongue.
I was desperate not to come, aching for the ecstacy to never stop, but my body went taught as I exploded, “don’t you dare stop”, screamed Mandy as she pushed her pussy hard into my face, my mouth was starting to tire, but now I was drained I was able to concentrate on sucking her clit and teasing it with my tongue, I had never known they could be this big, like a mini dick.
I wasn’t sure how long I could continue, and needed the nurse to come soon.
I felt my deflating cock being massaged by what I suspected were latex gloved hands. A dull pain went through my groin as my dick was coaxed reluctantly back to stiffness.
Suddenly I couldn’t breathe at all, Mandy had pushed forward and was now covering my nose as well as my mouth, and in her moments of joy I wasn’t at all sure that she was aware of what she was doing. I pulled my arms hard against their restraints, but the pulsating electrical current made it difficult to get any power behind the action.
I thought, “if this is how I am going to die, I might as well enjoy it”, and gave a huge suck, drawing Mandy’s labia right in to my mouth. Her legs tensed and squeezed hard against my shoulders as she came. Liquid flooded into my mouth as I experienced my first ever squirting. She eased back and I was relieved to be able to take air again.
Without intervention, her plastic panties slid themselves back over her pussy. I bobbed my head forward for one last feel of the smooth material against my face and nuzzled her gently.

Mandy eased herself off me, turning she chastised Sheila, “you didn’t get the sample?”
“I did, but not in the container!”, she replied, “I’ll soon get some more though”.
My upper thighs were aching and my dick was almost as hard as it had been before as slippery, wet, latex gloves caressed my exposed helmet.
“We’d better get this party restarted”, Mandy exclaimed as she returned to sitting across me, but this time she faced away from me, planting her huge plastic clad bottom on my face and depriving me of air once more.
I recall the exquisite feeling of the second ejaculation then a vague recollection of a needle in my arm before sleep.

I awoke with a start, naked and a bit cold. I was still lying on the black PVC sheet. As I sat up the shiny material peeled from my damp body and I was aware of something soft touching my hand. My bonds were mercifully gone. I picked up the item and realised Mandy had left her knickers behind. I plunged my face into the damp crotch and my manhood stirred at the delightful aroma of plastic and NHS nurse mixed together. I went to rush downstairs to see if the girls were still in the house, but my limbs didn’t immediately work and I stumbled across the room to the bedroom door. I held the banister tight as I went more cautiously down the stairs. The blue flashing light that had previously illuminated the hall was gone, and the early morning light was starting to break through the mottled glass on the front door.
The nurses were gone, but there, hanging on the coat rack next to my shiny cagoule, was one of their PVC trench coats.
Still nude I leaned forward and pressed my body into the black shiny material as it hung there.
I was cured.

The End

Cherie x

[Kinky-In-Scotland]

No wonder ambulance crews are so busy! I'll be on the phone tomorrow

[hotwilly]

Sounds like heaven

[j2lgh]

wow CHERIE you need to write a novel - I`d buy it xx

[pvcluver]

Cherie
Thank you, a very arousing story