Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 71: New Kink Unlocked 3 [+R18]

Liam reclined against the charcoal-gray headboard, the pillows propped up to give him a perfect view of the "examination."

His jeans and shirt were discarded on the rug, leaving him in nothing but his skin.

His cock was already ramrod straight, a thick, pulsing vein mapping its length as it twitched toward the ceiling.

"Ready for you, Nurse," he murmured, his voice thick.

Elsa stepped out from the shadows of the wardrobe, and Liam’s breath hitched.

The transformation was total.

She wore a white nurse’s outfit made of sheer, electrified mesh that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

The hem of the skirt was barely five inches long, scalloped with lace that fluttered against the tops of her thighs.

She wore white, thigh-high stay-up stockings with red satin bows at the tops, squeezing her flesh just enough to create a tantalizing curve.

But the detail that made Liam’s vision blur was the panties.

They were thin, white lace strings, but the crotch had been completely cut out.

Through the opening, her pussy was a swollen, glistening pink, already weeping a trail of wetness that caught the light of the bedside lamp.

She held a silver clipboard against her chest, her expression clinical and cold, though her cheeks were still stained that deep, betraying pink.

’Holy shit,’ Liam thought, his eyes glued to her flushed face. ’I think I just found my new kink.’

His gaze dropped to the nurse costume—that ridiculously short white dress hugging her hips, the neckline showing off her cleavage, her nipples still visible through the thin fabric.

His dick twitch from looking at her.

’Watching her squirm like that... knowing I made her that wet...’

He shifted, adjusting himself on the queen size bed

His hand flexed at his side.

"Mr. Liam," she purred, her voice dropping into something low and breathy, almost a whisper.

"The charts say you’ve been complaining of... acute tension?" Her lips curved into a slow smile. "Persistent swelling that just won’t go down?"

She walked toward the bed, the heels of her white pumps clicking sharply on the hardwood.

She stopped right at the edge, standing so close that Liam’s nose was inches from her cut-out pantie.

He could smell her—the vanilla perfume mixed with the musky, raw scent of a woman who was already soaking wet.

Liam leaned back, playing along, though his hands gripped the sheets.

"It’s bad, Nurse. It’s been building all day. Right around here." He gestured vaguely toward his crotch, his thumb brushing the base of his shaft.

Elsa’s eyes dropped lower, lingering deliberately on the obvious huge cock.

Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. "I see. Significant inflammation." Her voice came out breathy, almost a moan.

"We’ll need to conduct a thorough physical exam... hands-on assessment to locate the source of all that pressure."

She tossed the clipboard onto the nightstand with a careless flick of her wrist and climbed onto the bed.

She didn’t crawl—she moved like a predator stalking prey, all slow deliberate motion and confidence.

She straddled his right thigh, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side as she hovered over his lap.

The white nurse dress rode up even higher, exposing the smooth skin of her inner thighs and the edge of the cut-out lace panties underneath.

Her boobs swayed with the movement, barely contained by the low-cut neckline.

He could see everything—the curve of her cleavage, the way her nipples pressed hard against the thin fabric, practically begging to be touched.

"I’m going to use a more... sensory approach for this diagnosis," she whispered, leaning down until her breath tickled the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. "I need you to tell me exactly where the pressure is most intense."

She didn’t wait. She leaned forward, and her tongue flicked out, tasting the very tip of his cock.

Liam’s hips jerked off the bed. "Right there. That’s... that’s definitely a problem area."

"Patient shows immediate neurological response," Elsa muttered against his skin. She swirled her tongue around the crown, collecting the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there.

She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes dark and dilated. "I need to check for internal obstructions."

She opened her mouth wide and slid down.

She didn’t just take the head; she sank deep, her throat hitting the top of his shaft as she hummed a low, vibrating note.

The sensation sent a lightning bolt straight to Liam’s toes.

Her lips were a tight, wet seal, and she used her hands to grip the base of his dick, pumping her fist in sync with her mouth.

’God, she’s not kidding about the roleplay,’ Liam thought, his head hitting the headboard. ’She’s a fucking pro.’

"Is this helping, Mr. Liam?" she asked, pulling back just enough to let the air hit his glistening skin, before plunging back down.

She went at him like she was starving for it, completely abandoning the whole "professional nurse" act.

Her tongue dragged along the underside of his cock, tracing every vein, every ridge, while her teeth scraped lightly against the sensitive skin—just enough pressure to make him grunt.

Her hands roamed across his chest, nails raking down hard enough to leave red lines.

She wasn’t gentle. She wasn’t teasing.

She was taking what she wanted, her mouth working him over with wet, obscene sounds that filled the room.

She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, her head bobbing faster, deeper, until he could feel the back of her throat.

Her spit dripped down his shaft, coating him completely as she worked him with both hands and mouth.

Every few seconds she’d pull back just enough to swirl her tongue around the head, then plunge back down, moaning around him like she was getting off on it.

Liam’s breathing got rougher, his hips bucking up involuntarily as the pressure built. His fingers tangled in her white hair, gripping tight.

"Fuck—I’m gonna—"

She didn’t pull away. She pushed down deeper, taking him all the way to the back of her throat just as he came.

Hot spurts filled her mouth, and she swallowed immediately, her throat working around him as she took every drop. She didn’t gag, didn’t hesitate—just kept sucking, milking him for everything he had.

When he finally stopped twitching, she pulled back slowly, her tongue dragging along his length as she cleaned him off. Her lips stayed sealed around him the entire time, not letting a single drop escape.

Then she pulled off with a wet pop.

A thin strand of saliva stretched between her lips and his cock, glistening in the dim light before breaking.

She sat back on her heels, breathing hard, her lips swollen and slick. She licked them slowly, savoring the taste, then looked up at him with half-lidded eyes.

Her eyes dropped to her own thighs, where her arousal had soaked through the cut-out lace of her panties and dripped onto the sheets beneath her.

Then she looked back up at him, her chest heaving.

"The manual stimulation isn’t sufficient," she panted, her "professional" voice cracking. "We need to move to a full-body procedure. I need to... neutralize the swelling internally."

She stood up on the bed, her knees on either side of his hips.

She reached down, grabbing the edges of the hole in her panties and stretching them wider.

She guided his head to her entrance, and Liam watched, mesmerized, as the thick, purple head of his cock disappeared into her folded pink lips.

She lowered herself slowly, inch by excruciating inch. Her eyes flew open, and her back arched in a violent curve as she took all of him.

"Oh... Nurse Elsa... feels the patient is... very large," she gasped, her hands slamming onto his shoulders for balance.

She didn’t wait for him to move.

She began to ride him, her movements erratic and wild.

*Tatatatatata*

She bounced high, almost pulling off him entirely before slamming back down, the sound of their wet skin meeting like a rhythmic percussion in the quiet room.

"Is the... treatment... working?" she groaned, her head tossing back, her white hair flying.

"Almost," Liam growled, his hands shooting up to grab her waist. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. "But I think we need better lighting for a proper examination."

He nodded toward the large window across the room where moonlight was streaming in through a gap in the curtains.

"The natural light will help me assess the situation more accurately."

Elsa’s breath hitched. She stared at him, her lips still wet and swollen, a mix of excitement and hesitation flashing across her face.

But she didn’t argue.

She climbed off him, her legs visibly shaky as she stood.

The nurse dress had ridden up so high it was basically a belt now, bunched around her waist and doing absolutely nothing to cover her.

She turned toward the large window on the far side of the room, her hips swaying with each unsteady step.

The cut-out lace panties were soaked through, clinging to her like a second skin, the fabric nearly transparent from how wet she was.

When she reached the window, she paused, her fingers gripping the edge of the black curtains. She glanced back at Liam over her shoulder, her white hair cascading down her bare back.

"Here?" she asked, her voice breathy, almost uncertain.

"Open them," Liam said, his tone leaving no room for debate. "I need to see everything properly."

Elsa swallowed hard, then grabbed the curtains with both hands and yanked them open.

Pale moonlight spilled into the room, washing over her body and highlighting every curve, every inch of exposed skin.

She placed her hands on the windowsill, her palms flat against the cool wood. Then she bent forward slowly, deliberately, arching her back and pushing her ass high into the air.

The white nurse dress bunched uselessly around her waist. The lace strings of her panties had disappeared completely between her cheeks, swallowed by the curve of her ass.

She looked back at him again, biting her bottom lip.

"Like this, Mr. Liam?"

Liam stood from the bed and walked toward her, his cock still rock hard and glistening from her saliva.

"Perfect," he said, stopping right behind her.

He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, rubbing it up and down her soaking wet slit. He dragged it slowly over her clit, then back down, coating himself in her arousal but never pushing in.

Elsa’s hips jerked back, trying to take him in, but he pulled away slightly, keeping her right on the edge.

"Liam—" Her voice came out shaky, desperate.

He did it again, sliding the tip between her folds, circling her entrance, then pulling back just as she tried to push herself onto him.

"Please," she whimpered, her fingers gripping the windowsill so hard her knuckles turned white. "Stop teasing me—"

"Stop teasing you?" he repeated, his voice low and mocking. He slapped his cock against her pussy, the wet sound echoing in the quiet room. "You want it that bad?"

"Yes," she gasped, her thighs trembling. "Please—just fuck me already—"

He grinned, gripping her hips with both hands.

Then he slammed into her all at once.

Elsa let out a sharp, high-pitched yelp that dissolved immediately into a long, broken moan. Her back arched deeper, her ass pushing back against him as he bottomed out inside her.

He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back and drove into her again, hard and deep, his balls slapping against her soaking wet folds with every brutal thrust.

The view was perfect—her pale skin glowing against the dark night outside, the white nurse dress bunched around her waist.

*Pa~pa~pa~pa*

Every time he slammed into her, her breasts pressed against the cold glass, leaving foggy smears across the window.

"Don’t stop," she gasped, her nails scraping against the wooden frame. "I haven’t... finished the... exam..."

"Am I—" His breath hitched as he pounded into her harder. "Am I doing well on the exam?"

"Yes—god yes—" she moaned, her forehead pressed against the glass now. "Perfect—you’re doing perfect—"

His hands slid up from her hips to grip her breasts, squeezing them roughly through the thin mesh fabric. Her nipples were hard against his palms as he kneaded her flesh.

She screamed, the sound muffled against the glass.

Liam changed his angle slightly, thrusting upward now, and Elsa’s entire body jolted forward with each impact.

Her breath fogged up the window in rapid bursts, the glass getting cloudier with every exhale.

"Look out there," Liam growled, one hand leaving her breast to grab a fistful of her white hair, gently pulling her head up. "Look at the street while I fuck you."

Elsa’s eyes opened, unfocused and glazed over, staring out at the rows of buildings across from her.

Several windows were still lit, and the thought that anyone could look up and see her—pressed against the window, getting fucked—sent a jolt of electricity through her body.

The thought that anyone could look up and see her—pressed against the window, getting fucked—sent a jolt of electricity through her body.

"Oh god—Liam—someone might see—"

"Let them," he grunted, slamming into her even harder.

She started pushing back against him, meeting every thrust with desperate energy. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room—wet, obscene, rhythmic.

Her pussy was so tight it was almost painful, gripping him like she didn’t want to let go.

And the way she kept moaning about the exam and medical procedures between her ragged breaths was driving him insane.

He reached around with his free hand and found her clit, rubbing hard, fast circles while he continued pounding into her from behind.

"Liam—I can’t—it’s too much—"

"You can take it," he growled. "You’re doing so well, Nurse."

Elsa’s breathing turned frantic, her whole body trembling. Her legs were shaking so badly she could barely hold herself up.

"I’m close—I’m so close—"

"Then come for me," Liam said, his fingers working her clit faster. "Come all over my cock."

Elsa’s entire body went rigid. Her head dropped forward against the glass with a soft thud, and her pussy clenched down on him so tight he could barely move.

"Liam—I’m—fuck—!"

She came hard, her orgasm ripping through her in violent waves. Her walls pulsed around him rhythmically, squeezing and releasing in a way that made his vision blur.

The sensation pushed Liam over the edge. He gave three more brutal thrusts before burying himself as deep as he could go and coming inside her, his forehead dropping against the back of her neck.

Hot spurts filled her, and she whimpered softly, her body going limp against the window.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, the only sound their ragged gasps and the distant hum of the city outside.

Finally, Liam pulled out slowly, and Elsa’s legs immediately gave out. He caught her before she could collapse, holding her up.

"Easy," he said quietly, steadying her.

Elsa turned around in his arms, her nurse hat sitting crooked on her head and her dress torn at the shoulder. She looked up at him, breathless, her face flushed and satisfied.

"So," she whispered, a tired smile tugging at her lips. "Think you can handle the next appointment?"

A notification flashed in Liam’s vision.

[New Skill Unlocked]

Liam’s eyes flickered as he pulled up the details in his mind. He read through it quickly, and a slow grin spread across his face.

"I have another appointment in mind," he said, his voice low.

Elsa raised an eyebrow, still catching her breath. "Another one? Already?"

"Yeah." His grin widened. "You own a dog costume?"

Elsa blinked at him, her mouth falling open slightly.

"Yes, I do"