Dirty Doctors and Naughty Nurses

By Caduceus-Wings.

Chapter 3: Wilsons' Bitch Tonight.

Wilson roughly grabs my ass and pulls my dick towards his own awaiting mouth—the warm, wet cavern of saliva a welcoming texture for me. I willed myself not to get fully hard—to show my displeasure at this shit. Fat chance. My dick, fooled into believing Wilson's ever-flapping craw was a vagina, leapt to attention almost as soon as it was in there. He swirled his tongue around my glans also (fucker. He KNOWS I like that.) then released it from its' mouthy grasp.

" I think you're ready now, Nurse Kitty."

" Ready for what, Doctor?"

Wilson stands up, guiding me towards the dresser, with firm palms on my back. I really don't like this.

" The second part of your treatment of course! Put your hands on the edge and brace yourself."

" Wilson, please no---!!" Pain ripped through my ass!

He stuck it in dry! No foreplay, consent—not even a fucking kiss! I could tell that the bastard had a tough time too—it's not like the anus naturally secretes a lubricant (I hope it's really sore on his cock—serve him right, that would!). Wilson tried to thrust deeper, but found it extremely difficult, so he relented and tore it back out (my poor, poor ass…).

" It seems as though you need help—not to worry! Your Divine Doctor is here and what does he have in his pocket?"

I didn't want to turn around, but I assumed (Read: Hoped) it'd be lube. Anything to soothe my poor anus. But then, if he carries around KY Jelly in his labcoat, it either means he's doing the rounds of the male nurses again or the Cancer kids have one more thing to worry about. I shudder at the thought.

" What do you have, Doctor?"

He held a foil tube in front of my face. It didn't look like Ky…or any other brand of jelly for that matter. In fact---IT'S FUCKING SYRUP!

" A sweet gift for a sweet lil Nurse. Now, hold still and relax your pussy."

Pussy? Okay, he was getting WAY too into this whole 'Dress-House-As-A-Girl' shit. I complied (let it be over soon, please please please).

I felt a cold finger go up my anal canal—the syrup oozing its' way forth, with slight drips coming down from his hands and onto the bare part of my stocking-ed legs. I admit it felt pretty damn good, but I refuse to let this become a new fetish—if Wilson knew I kinda liked this kink, he'd have yet another Ace card up his sleeve! He'd have a second snippet of gossip to spread around Princeton and he'll do everything in his power to make sure I'm aware of that, so I gotta keep him happy for the most part.

Yep.

I'm Wilsons' Bitch tonight.

Meanwhile, three fingers snaked their way up into my ass, with a gentle glide of the syrup lube, and found their way to my prostate. Nice, this is really gonna kill my boner NOT. I try mentally to block out the tickling sensation hitting my erogenous zone by thinking of anything that'd, y'know, turn me off.

" You like that, huh? I see your skirt straining…" He breathes into my ear—the proxemics between us meaning that he has a better angle to insert more fingers.

Shit shit shit.

Okay, Greg, let's get some horrible mental images up in your brain—the worse the better! Uuum…Vogler naked—no no, wearing a revealing bikini!...Crap! Every time I try to think of him, my ass of a brain rebels against me and materializes my former Boss into that damn Wombat I have to work with! Alright, maybe that'd be worse—imagining my duckling wearing…wearing…a, uh…

Dammit! The only article of clothing I seem to think of is a goddamn Nurse outfit!

Let's change tack then—Cuddy, dressed as…Wilson! Yeah, that'd be unflattering…oh it's no use—I just keep imagining Chase coming into her office and giving her a steamy sponge bath. Maybe if I dwell on that fantasy, I can disassociate myself from Wilson's magic fingers.

Let's see…Cuddy sits in her office, her oversized mans' shirt revealing her…flat, toned chest? Damn! She keeps morphing into Wilson! If I think of her with massive cans, then that should work!

Okay, she sits there, massaging her puppies, waiting for the Nurse to come in and give her a firm scrub. Chase totters through the door, on red platform heels, then proceeds to strip Wilson…No! No! Ah God, I got a horrible, yet strangely-arousing, image of Wilson with breasts! Argh! No I've imagined Chase like it! Oh God, and they're getting all soapy and wet! That asshole Ex-friend of mine is not just content with invading my anus, no, he has to storm my fantasies too! He's now fucking Chase on Cuddys' expensive wooden desk and…and he's saying my name over and over—WHY AM I THINKING OF MYSELF GETTING FUCKED?! It's no longer Chase—it's me! Right, I think I should abandon this sick fantasy before I get in too deep.

Wilson withdrew his slimy digits, wiping them against the back of my dress, then he proceeded to squirt more of that sweet syrup out of the tube. I didn't feel it go up my ass, so I assume that the kinky bastard is smothering his dick with it. He held my hips with a steely grip, nudging the back of my knee with the front of his, as if prompting me to deliver a line. Again, compliance (as much as I hate it) will get me outta this mess quicker, so I gotta swallow either my pride or his semen.

" Please, uh, put it in." I mumble.

" What's that? I'm sorry, Nurse, you seem to have gone really shy on me—I cannot hear a word you're saying! I can't continue unless I get your consent, can I?" He purred (Sick bastard Wilson I hate you I hate you I hate you).

" Oh Doctor! Please give me a good, hard fuck! I deserve it for being such a Naughty Girl!"

Wilson chuckled, then thrusted into me with all his strength. I admit, I couldn't hold myself back from moaning softly—it did actually go in a lot better with all that sweet stuff. He delved himself into me; the viscous gel of the syrup sloshing slightly as he pounded my ass into submission. I'll tell ya something—getting reamed with a dessert topping ain't exactly the worst part of this whole sorry affair. No. The worst part is that Wilson is constantly growling 'Nurse' as he fucks me. I know. He likes Doctors and Nurses a little too much—you'd think he'd have had enough of them, what with being surrounded by them all day! Not for Boy wonder here though—he has to bring it all into the bedroom, causing me to suspect that he only went to Med School so he could get free access to all the labcoats and such. Dirty fuckin—

Oh God, he is good though! When he hits my prostate like that…I can't help but squeak with delight—this is almost as good as Vicodin!