Title: Tits, Tugs & Tongues: Emilia Clarke
Celebs: Emilia Clarke
Codes: FM, mas, con
Disclaimer: This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal.
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Note: This is a spin-off of my Porno Chic series. Picture this in the style of one of those porno compilations.
We fade in on a hospital room, from a patient’s POV, as the door opens, and Emilia comes in, in a doctor’s coat, with a clipboard. “Hi, Mr. Johnson, I’m Dr. Clarke, I’ll be looking after you today. Did you get a good night’s sleep?”
“Yeah, I slept alright.”
“Great!” She looks at the clipboard. “Now, let’s see…I’m supposed to test your reaction to, um, certain stimuli.”
“Yes, it says here you may have suffered nerve damage in, well…” She points at his area. “Your equipment.”
“So, you want to, uh…”
“Yes. Would you mind, um…” She motions for him to lift his gown, and, when he does so, for a second her eyes widen. “Um, okay, let’s just…get started.” Emilia reaches out, and starts tugging his flaccid dick, which, in close-up, quickly expands to full hardness. “Yes…” she says, now stroking him, “So far, so good…”
“Can you feel that?”
“Actually, would you mind calling me Emilia?”
“Okay…” Emilia spits on her hand, and then continues stroking him, while grasping the base with her other hand. “So, how long do you need to do this?”
“Until you ejaculate.”
“That might be a while, Emilia. I kind of do this myself a lot.”
Emilia smirks, and stifles a snicker. “Do you think it might help if I showed you my tits?”
“It…might.” Emilia stops for a moment, to take off her white coat, then her shirt, followed by her black bra. “Jesus…” the guy whispers. Back in the close-up, Emilia continues stroking him, now more vigorously, twisting her hand around his red, swollen head. “Uh…Fuck, I’m almost there…” Emilia pauses to again spit on her hand, then, as she continues, speeding up, we see her tits jiggle with the motion of her arm. “Uh! Fuck!” Again in the close-up, the guy’s head starts spurting, covering Emilia’s hand.
“Hm…Very good, Mr. Johnson.” She licks some of his splooge off of her hand.
Just then, the door opens again, and an older, male doctor comes in. “Nurse! What in God’s name are you doing?”
“Oh! Uhm…I, uh, was just checking Mr. Johnson’s vitals!” Emilia grabs her shirt, and quickly puts it back on, then runs out of the room, the doctor watching her leave, before turning back to the patient, as the scene fades out.