The Education of the Nursing Queen

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The Education of the Nurse Queen

(Original Author: Elmer B. Ben)

My docile nature in my youth is gone. In fact, I am quite
aggressive . However, no matter how the world changes, those youthful years will never be forgotten. And
everything my aunt's nurse friend, Adrienne, taught me is an indelible memory.

Because of her dedication, I was able to explore the mysteries of the woman's body. And because of her passion, I learned
to enjoy the pleasures of sex. She dominated my young sex life and taught me obedience and gentleness.
Later, I discovered that the experience with her was incredibly precious. If I hadn't absorbed so much
knowledge from her, I would hardly have possessed such impressive sexual skills to conquer one woman after another.

Adrienne wouldn't allow me to treat sex like a game; she personally led me to the realm of bliss, and at the same time, she
told me: "Sex is a wonderful thing in life; cherish every moment."

*** *** *** ***

After my parents won the lottery, they finally had the ability to realize their dreams. They decided to use a large portion of this windfall
to travel the world, making their long-cherished dream a reality.
Their always been a regret. During their short two-week honeymoon, they were busy planning the wedding.
After the wedding party, they only had two or three days left for a short trip to Pocono Mountain. Now, with
the opportunity to make their dream come true, who would pass it up?

However, in reality, they didn't plan to take me along; they didn't want to interfere with my choices. After all,
the school offered many travel options. For example, the essay competition winner could go to England, and the science fair winner could
go to Africa. Since I could have fun as long as I worked hard, studying was the right path, and I didn't want to rely on my parents forever
.

Honestly, I didn't want to be a burden in their dreams. It's better not to go; I'll have plenty of free
time to do what I want. Besides, they gave me a large allowance,
which I can use freely.

However, a year has passed, and with the start of the new semester, I feel abandoned. My parents aren't planning
to end their journey, leaving me all alone. Without much complaint, I imagined myself at their age, suddenly
having the opportunity to experience a dream come true, and I wouldn't give up so easily either.

Then, I moved in with Regina, my uncle's widow. I've forgotten when she entered my
life, only that living with her was a turning point.

Uncle Cano passed away three years ago, and my aunt never remarried. Her seaside house was her constant home; she
cherished that house, guarding the memories of her life with my uncle. The New England-style neighborhood was unfamiliar to me
. Before moving in with her, boredom was my only thought. After all, I was in the prime
of my life, while she was a lonely widow—such a stark contrast, how could our lives intersect? Besides,
as far as I knew, the number of young people my age in my aunt's small fishing village was zero.

Regardless, I finally packed my bags and moved into my aunt's world.

*** *** *** ***

Later, I discovered I wasn't my aunt's only tenant. My aunt's close friend, Nurse
Adrienne, appeared in my life.

I can't forget the first time I saw her.

Adrienne was lazily lying on the deck outside my aunt's house. The deck faced the curving coastline
and the boundless blue ocean. She was sunbathing, almost completely naked. She was using a huge pillow as a pillow, and an
open gossip magazine was covering her face, clearly to shield her from the glaring sunlight.

Stumbling upon her like this was purely accidental. Going into the bedroom, I opened my suitcase, carefully
hung my clothes in the closet, and neatly arranged my personal belongings in the drawers. I must admit I'm a bit of a clean freak,
so I spent a lot of time cleaning the room. After tidying up, I went to the entryway, to the door,
ready to go to the deck.

Before a simple, practical lunch and a bottle of lemonade, I wanted to see the sea, to gaze at
the beauty only found by the ocean, to admire its magnificence. I was somewhat surprised that my aunt hadn't mentioned another guest.
It was one thing for the guest to be a woman, but I hadn't expected her to be so avant-garde,
greeting me in such a "frank" way. It was truly astonishing; the visual impact was unforgettable.

Adrienne was in her early thirties, nearly 170 centimeters tall, with a curvaceous, alluring figure,
her large breasts breathtaking. She had shoulder-length brown hair, and I was both lucky and excited to discover that
her abundant pubic hair was the same color as her hair, shimmering beautifully in the sunlight. At fourteen, although I had seen nudes in
Playboy and Penthouse magazines, those were photographs; this nearly naked female body was
something I had never seen before. Such vibrant flesh could never be compared to a monotonous photograph; I was completely mesmerized.
Adrienne , in some ways, didn't look as beautiful as the models in the magazines—not less beautiful, but I must
solemnly declare, she far surpassed those models, more beautiful and alluring.

She was within reach, lying right in front of me, and I found myself probably never again fantasizing about women in photos
.

Completely forgetting about looking at the sea, my gaze lingered on her reclining body, and my penis began to stir.
I guessed she was asleep, so should I take advantage of this perfect opportunity to pull out my penis and use her
body as the driving force for a good masturbation? Just as the thought arose, she moved, and the magazine
slipped from her face. Perhaps out of guilt, I was terrified and retreated to the entryway. I quickly ran back to the bedroom to avoid
her discovering my presence.

During lunch, my aunt formally introduced us. At this time, Adrienne was wearing a loose
yet tight tank top and super short shorts that resembled volleyball shorts. She was wearing sandals, and her hair
was in a ponytail. At that moment, she was dressed plainly, like a passerby on the street. However, I knew
she wasn't just a passerby; her stunning figure was etched into my mind.

The initial surprise was gone; her bold personality remained unchanged. After spending some time with her, I discovered she was...
Ignoring my presence as a hot-blooded young man, she always dressed scantily for comfort, no matter
the time or place. She never closed the shower door. No matter where she was in the room, she always wore only a
semi-transparent one-piece nightgown or just a bra and panties. Surprisingly, my aunt
didn't object to this at all. Under these circumstances, my eyes were treated to a daily feast. That said,
while my aunt didn't interfere with my clothing, she herself was very polite, always behaving appropriately, and dressed
neither extravagantly nor old-fashionedly.

As a result, my life was like a movie full of climaxes; because of Adrienne, I unconsciously became
a voyeur. Whenever I had the chance, I would masturbate while thinking about her. And honestly, I masturbated a bit
too much. The number of times I changed the sheets increased dramatically, but no one knew why. This pleasurable fantasy
was best kept to myself; how could I reveal it to the world?

I forgot to dispose of the wads of tissues soaked in semen, and one night, I even forgot to wipe the obvious
stains off the bed. These oversights changed everything. A few nights later, I heard a very soft knock at the
door. Sitting up straight, I said, "Come in."

Adrian appeared at the door, wearing a pure white sports bra and bikini-like
underwear. She sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Darling, yesterday, before Regina was about to
throw in the washing machine, she noticed some strange marks on your sheets."

I felt hot all over, incredibly shy, and even a little panicked. Adrian noticed
my unease and took my hand in her soft, warm grip. "Darling, it's okay. It's normal.
Boys your age should relieve themselves regularly. By the way, have you had any wet dreams?"

I didn't want her to know that I hadn't had many wet dreams lately. Yes, I'd been masturbating very frequently lately,
but it was all through sexual fantasies, and the object of my fantasies was her! I rattled off some words, trying to
brush it off, then apologized profusely, promising never to do it again.

"Of course you'll do it again, baby. It's inevitable, you know? You… um… you once…
you know… you played games with your little penis, right?"

Games? I knew exactly what she meant, so I froze.

"Actually, your aunt and I discussed this, and we reached an agreement. I'm a nurse,
so if I were to give you a physical exam, to see if you…"

I couldn't help but swallow hard. "A physical exam? You'd do it?"

"Honey, of course. I promise the exam won't be uncomfortable, and at the end, there might even be a
lesson about… sex…."

The panic vanished, replaced by excitement and trembling—
the sensations .

"After breakfast tomorrow, we'll proceed with the first step. Tonight, get a good night's sleep and recharge
.

" I could see my wife suppressing a laugh, knowing full well I'd be constantly trying to decipher her meaning tonight.

"Goodnight, darling. "

Then, she did something that made me both laugh and cry. You might think I was thrilled, but I felt
terrible ; I couldn't sleep at all that night. She had me lie flat on the bed and then gently kissed me—
not on the cheek, but on the lips. As she kissed me, her brown hair kept brushing against my face and my heart. Her forward lean
gave me a very expansive view. Through the neckline of her clothes, I saw her round, large
breasts and her remarkably flat stomach. Just those two things made me lose all sense of time, completely forgetting about tomorrow's supposed inspection.

That night, I didn't play with my penis at all, afraid she'd find out I'd disobeyed tomorrow. But
then, I had a wet dream. The dream was so realistic that I woke up with a start just before I had a wet dream. To avoid ejaculating on the sheets
and underwear, I quickly jumped out of bed. Unfortunately, the semen came out so suddenly, giving me no chance to catch my breath, that I
ejaculated onto the carpet beside the bed. My hands, trying to catch the semen, were naturally sticky and wet.

Regarding that erotic dream, I only remember dreaming of Adrien's naked body, and her
lowering
her head to kiss me. With just a slight shift in my gaze, I could see her shapely buttocks and vulva. Her pink labia minora were everted, overflowing with vaginal fluid, and her thick brown pubic hair shimmered under the light. I ejaculated the instant her tongue entered my mouth.

*** *** *** ***

Morning finally arrived, and I sneaked downstairs, my heart pounding. I prayed that my aunt wouldn't know what this morning
meant to me, and I hoped that Adrien wouldn't appear for the time being. Even if she had breakfast with my aunt,
I hoped she wouldn't reveal what happened last night.

Luckily, I saw my aunt alone, behaving as usual.

She ate breakfast calmly as always. Then, my aunt said she had to go to the supermarket to buy some
daily necessities.

"I know Adrien's plans. I hope you enjoy the time she brings you. I'll be gone
for a while, probably staying at a friend's house. At noon, the three of us will go out
for lunch ; I heard a new restaurant opened at the end of the village."

It turns out, these two are the masters of my life.

"Good morning! What should we do on this crisp morning?"

Adrien appeared as a nurse, dressed in a snow-white jumpsuit, white shoes and socks,
with . It was time for the examination, in her master bedroom.

The initial examination was incredibly boring. She first took my temperature and then my blood pressure; both were normal.
My heart rate was a bit fast, which was to be expected. Next, I weighed myself in the bathroom, and then she
placed a measuring tape on the wardrobe door, asking me to measure my height.

I started to realize I had been having too many unfounded fantasies about the examination.

"From the outside, you look perfectly normal. So I think the examination might need to be a little more thorough.
I need you to take off your clothes so I can do a palpation." With that, she leaned forward and began to unbutton my
shirt . I felt my penis starting to stir. She first pressed and rubbed my abdomen, then
nodded in satisfaction, and finally bent down to make notes in her booklet.

"I think you should take off the rest of your clothes now. I need to check your genitals and anus.
Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

I hesitated for a moment, but she didn't. She touched the zipper of my jeans with her fingers, and
as , I heard a loud "whoosh!" Noticing the bulge in my underwear, she hooked her fingers
on the sides of the underwear and then pulled it off along with the jeans.

I felt my cheeks burning and quickly turned to look out the window. Looking at the azure sky, the sparsely populated
coastline , and the boundless sea, I just wanted to distract myself. I wanted to forget the situation,
forget that I was standing naked in front of a woman, forget that my pants were pulled down to my knees, forget that my penis was as hard as
an iron rod , forget the fact that it was trembling in mid-air.

"Oh my god! It looks amazing!" she exclaimed, "And how old are you!"

She pulled my pants down further and threw them and my shoes aside. Now, I was truly naked.

“Turn around so I can see you clearly. Walk around a few times, I need to observe your gait
.”

As I moved, my throbbing penis acted like a guide cane, leading me in the right direction.

“Bend over, darling, and then open your legs.”

She reached out and cupped my scrotum, then gently squeezed my testicles. I coughed a few times as she continued to stroke
my balls.

“Now, bend down a little more.”

I heard a crisp “snap” sound, knowing she had put on latex gloves, her muscles tensing instantly.

“Don’t worry, baby. This check will be quick.”

She smeared a generous amount of Vaseline on her fingers. She was lying to me; the check wasn’t quick at all. As soon as I felt
something cold and wet trying to invade my anus, I couldn’t help but clench my buttocks.

“Relax, sweetheart, it’ll be over soon.”

Her fingers probed forward, deeper and deeper. She started massaging my prostate, taking so long I
felt she was doing it on purpose. Then, I heard a series of “plop” sounds as she started moving her fingers in
and out of my anus.

“I think there’s something you’ll really like,” she said.

She took out a bottle of lotion and turned me to face her. She poured the lotion evenly into her palm,
then placed her hand on my thigh, gently and slowly stroking it, finally caressing my
scrotum. The feeling was indescribable. She gently teased my testicles with her fingers, first one,
then both. Her hands were full of femininity, her movements elegant, her fingers incredibly nimble. My
penis throbbed, the originally deep red glans turning a bright purple. The veins on my shaft stood out, the
veins clearly visible. This young, vibrant penis throbbed more and more violently, as if it wanted to
attack something fiercely.

"I think this step should be finished in the bathroom," she said, pulling me into the bathroom and making me stand in
front of the toilet. This position was so familiar; it was one of the positions I'd been using to masturbate these past few days. In addition to continuing to play with my testicles, she added
other actions, first rubbing my penis with one hand, then stroking it. A few seconds later, I ejaculated.
A large amount of semen shot into the toilet, wave after wave, it was incredibly pleasurable. Finally, the intense pleasure made
my legs weak, and I almost collapsed onto the floor.

After this intense examination, my thoughts returned to calm, and I noticed that my testicles
were no longer tense. I know them inside and out.

Why did she spread her hands? The following is something your lover hasn't done, you'd better persuade him
to try it or just replace your lover. She gently rubbed my genitals with soap, then
washed them with warm water, and finally dried them with a soft towel. Every action was love, I felt.

I'm happy to announce that the story doesn't end here. Next, I will recount how I became this woman's sex
slave . In this day and age, sex slavery is a universally acknowledged fact. And it's no longer
a term exclusive to women; in fact, many men also crave to be ravaged by women. And Adrienne is the queen of the sex slave world.

At this moment, she sat on the edge of the bed, still wearing that snow-white nurse's uniform. I stood before her,
naked , my penis already erect.

"Next, I will teach you obedience and submission."

"Yes, Aunt." Everything she said and did felt wonderful. I craved the pleasure of the moment.

"Now, show me your reverence."

She no longer gave orders. I raised my arm, placed my hand on her leg, and said firmly, "You are
my queen."

"Very good. Now, say what you want from me. When you ask, say your name."

This is how my aunt's close friend, the nurse Adrienne, seduced me. She had a desire to completely
conquer men, and I, young and inexperienced, was the perfect target. She constantly trained me, demanding that I
serve and please her. Seeing her comfortable made me feel good too, so every time I played the role of a slave, I
gave it my all . Teenagers often stumble and fall when exploring sex, but I didn't. As long as I obeyed Adrienne's instructions
and boldly expressed what I wanted, everything was right.

Time flowed like water, never to return. However, I can't forget every detail about her, especially her
gentle and charming hands. Alas, the past is too painful to recall, yet I remember kneeling naked in
the middle of the living room, my hands on her knees, my face buried between her open thighs. She wasn't wearing underwear, her skirt still on, but she
sat comfortably in a chair, my face pressed against her soft, moist vulva, sometimes tasting her juices, sometimes stroking her pink, slippery labia
with my tongue.

I also remember the punishments. She would flick or gently bite my penis, or
clamp it was immobile. Of course, her fingering me was also unforgettable. And
the special service of carefully washing my genitals before and after intercourse is a memory I can never erase.
Most notably, she would occasionally spray water into my anus, a practice that often caused me spasms or
embarrassing pain.

There are simply too many memories worth cherishing. After all, Queen Adrian was kind and
considerate. She brought me far more pleasure than punishment, and of course, the most enjoyable thing was fucking.

In my memory, I was either tied to her bed in a spread-eagle position or handcuffed to a chair. The first
painful thing I had to endure was watching her perform a sensual dance without being able to touch her. Then I had to endure her constant
caresses and kisses while I couldn't respond.

And each time, towards the end, she would give me instructions to release my pent-up desires and
the pressure . The most ecstatic moment was when she stood before me, wearing only black stockings and beautiful
high heels. Then, she would gaze at the floor, like a shy young girl, and hand me the handcuffs, collar, and blindfold.
Next, she would obediently kneel down, widening her knees as much as possible, her hands pressed tightly against her thighs.

Then, I would blindfold her, handcuff her hands, put on a collar, and lead her around
the room . Watching her raised hips, her smooth, flawless back, and her slightly tense, trembling body as she moved
always gave me a thrill. If she crawls in the wrong direction, I'll mercilessly slap her buttocks as a form of punishment.
Her seductive moans and the obvious red finger marks on her buttocks will make my cock harder and harder.

"Oh~ my king, fuck me to death with your big cock." She always makes
this request when her juices are flowing freely.

I won't let her down. If it's doggy style, I'll first lightly tap her buttocks with my penis, then spread
her buttocks apart with my hands, and then forcefully insert my penis into her vagina or anus. If it's missionary style, I'll first
move my penis along her vulva without penetrating, and when her moans get louder and louder, I'll give her a good, hard time.
If she's on top and I'm on the bottom, then her huge breasts will be bullied by my hands, and I'll vigorously rub and squeeze her breasts, which is quite a...It left a very, very deep, very deep imprint on my heart…”

[The End]

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