Dirty Doctors and Naughty Nurses

By Caduceus-Wings.

Chapter 2: A Tight White Dress.

I tugged at the ends of the short white dress. It's no use trying to cover up—the plunging neckline and the red crosses over each nipple make me look like a total slut anyway. Look at that goddamn Wilson—sitting there on our bed (still in his labcoat) with a huge grin on his face and a noticeable boner in his suit pants.

" That outfit is really nice—the red sets your blushing complexion off perfectly! Turn around for me, I wanna see the back of it."

I had to comply—any embarrassment now would save a whole load later on. I gritted my teeth, wishing that Wilsons' cock would suddenly drop off, and stumbled round, exposing the worst part of the costume.

The fucking dress was cut short at the back to show off my…to show off my stockings and suspender belt. Yes, Wilson was indeed Doctor Deviant, as I discovered when this erotic lingerie fell out of the parcel box along with the uniform. I actually wanted to cry. Like, really cry.

" Ooh! It's even better from the back! Now, get over here and see to this." He purred, pointing to his boner.

" O-Kay." I mumbled, through gritted teeth.

" That's not what the Nurse is supposed to say—I told you this earlier, remember? Say it right and my lips will be sealed on the whole 'Enema' thing.'

Doesn't this guy have a fucking job?! What, has cancer been eradicated already, so he's got nothing better to do than sit around and think of sadistic ways to humiliate a cripple?!

" Let's try again, shall we? 'Oh Nurse Kitty, I have a large complaint that needs attending to'!"

" Of course, Doctor! I'll be glad to!"

This next bit is simply cringe-worthy. I knelt down in front of Wilson, unzipped his flies with my teeth (he insisted I do it so) and reached in with my gloved hand to locate the throbbing dick within. Even through the fabric of his boxers, I could feel the intense heat and the pulse racing up and down his length—this cocky bastard was certainly getting off to this kinky shit. I pulled his pants down a little, then held it firmly in my grip (I kinda hoped that with enough mental energy and hatred, I could literally make his dick implode. Not a chance.), then I…put it in my mouth. I had hoped to give Wilson a really bad blowjob—my mouth was as dry as the Sahara and just as rough, but as usual, my stupid body decided to go against me once more and made it so my saliva glands started working overtime.

" That's good, Nurse! Keep it up and I might fuck you!" He gasped.

That's it! I'll give him such good head that he'll blow his load in a matter of minutes, then we can forget this whole sordid affair with a tonne of Vicodin and years of Therapy! I know that much at least about Wilson—he literally collapses with exhaustion after he cums. I guess mainly cos he works a lot, I dunno.

I pump my head quicker and quicker along his dick, only interrupting this action to circle my tongue on his pinkened glans, which elicited a tiny moan from my Darling Doctor. I even poked the tip of my tongue into his urethra (I suspect Wilson was into Sounding), then realised a heavy sensation on the back of my head—the asshole was grabbing my hair like I was his bitch!...Well, I kinda AM right now, but that's not the fucking point! He suddenly lets go of me and slaps the side of his own head (Good, hope it hurt) in a mock display of forgetfulness.

" I'm so stupid!" This ass cannot act for shit " I didn't pack the other part of your outfit into the box!" he leans over to the closet from the bed (Why doesn't he just crawl back in there and leave me alone?) and pulls out another, more gaudy, box. This must've been what the goddamn uniform came in originally.

I'm still sitting two inches away from Wilsons' nine-incher.

I have the sensation that something has been placed on my tresses.

" Uh, Doctor, what's this?"

" It's a Nurses' hat! A very sexy one at that! But that's not all—lift your chin up."

"What's goin—GAARK!" That, THAT, was the sound of a grown man being fitted with a tight leather collar. This just keeps getting better.

" Now you have your own collar too, you lucky girl!"

He adjusted it, so it wouldn't choke me, but I was kinda hoping it would just so I could escape this torture. He looped his finger into the hoop on the front, then pulled me closer to his dick. I felt I had to continue sucking it.

" No, my sweet Nursey—I'm showing you just how hard you've gotten me. Let's see how you're doing. Stand up."

I, rather uneasily, stagger up to full height and lift my skirt. My cock was open to the elements underneath the satin suspender belt, as my Bestest Friend In The World declared that I wasn't to wear panties in this sickening kink-play. I wasn't hard…well, I only had a semi-hard-on, but that's got nothing to do with all this shit. Vicodin kinda makes you priapic. Yeah, we'll go with that.

Wilson made an (admittedly cute) face of disappointment at my half-erect cock.

" I'm, uh, sorry…Doctor."

" It's okay—just means you need treatment!"

"Treatment?".