Request for Anon: Cerebella's Medical Malpractice

Now, you had no idea what to expect when the one and only Cerebella sent you a text just an hour and a half ago. All the text had simply stated was this: "Come over now. Need your help with something".

And being the good guy you are, you walked over to see what she needed help with. Was it helping in an argument with Feng about something? Was it helping with a new performance routine? Was it helping to try and wash Vice-Versa again- you still have the bruise on your leg to remind you of that.

But nothing, nothing could prepare you for what she had in mind. Here you were, laying in her bed, being straddled by a nurse who held you down so you couldn't move.

And before you say anything, no, not THAT nurse. She's in a different story.

Upon entering her apartment, you could only summarize it as walking in to find Cerebella dressed in a nurse outfit- if such an outfit could even be called that. The outfit was very low cut and very revealing, to say the least. The low trim skirt showed off her rather wide hips, which now straddled both of your legs to keep you pinned down. The white cloth clung to her curvy, toned figure, barely holding how tight it was, letting every motion she made tease your eyes, as if she wanted you to think any moment she would bust out of this little thing. The little red cross buttons barely held together, her large breasts, already slick with a hint of sweat from the excitement, jiggled lusciously behind the shielding cloth, the mounds hanging over your head, as if encouraging you to look at them. Her cyan green lips giggled and cooed with that teasing flirtatiousness, as if she was pretending not to see the compromising state you were in. Vice-Versa still adorned her head, although now wearing a small nurse cap for himself- after all, do you think Cerebella could have found an outfit that small? The living hat's hands braced your shoulders, both he and the performer keeping you down in a strong grip.

You had to admit, it did feel kind of...nice to be like this. Her thighs were soft and warm, but strong and firm against your legs, her hips ever so slighly gyrating back and forth just inches away from your crotch, which itself seemed to be the only thing moving along your body. Indeed, just the feel of Cerebella's diligent fingers gliding along your pants leg in slow, teasing strokes made you shiver, and the way she would lean down to take a better look at your face, her lips curled into that devilish smirk, her cyan eyes twinkling with playfulness, letting you smell her expensive perfume, as if she was about to kiss your face but never doing so- well, you certainly found yourself aroused, as the stiffening rod in your pants could tell.

"Aaaww~..." cooed Cerebella, giggling teasingly as she let a few wayward fingers roll and curl through your hair. "Is someone afraid of the big, bad nurse~? Don't worry, Anon~...this is just a little physical~. I ain't gonna stab you with a needle or anything~. Come on, just relax~..."

"C..cere...I..I...ooh..." You tried to say something, although whatever you were going to say was lost between a soft moan and a gasp, feeling the performer reach back to "carelessly" rub at your crotch. Even through the fabric of your pants, you could feel her fingertips brush against the tip of your rod, which eagerly throbbed at the gentle touch. This made Cerebella laugh again, and she turned back to you once more with a smirk.

"My, my, seems our patient is feeling excited to see his nurse, isn't he, Vice-Versa~?" She let her hand cup your length through the fabric, giving it a few tender squeezes, cooing in delight at how hard you were. "You know, I don't think it's good for you to keep this big guy all squeezed up like that~. How about we make you more comfortable, Anon~? Like this~?"

Before you could say anything else, you felt Vice's hands move and so did Cere's. You felt her fingers grasp the waistline of your sweatpants, while Vice's hands grabbed the ankles, and in one quick swoop, your pants had flown clean off to lay in a crumbled pile at the foot of the bed. You had to say, it did feel much better, especially after your boxers came off too, revealing your whole throbbing cock, quivering and pulsing in the cool air. Cerebella gasped dramatically at the sight of it, before smiling widely, knowing she had you right where she wanted you to be.

"Wow~! Goddess, anon~...you're quite the big boy, aren't you~?" She sang again in that teasing nurse-sounding tone. "Look at you~...all throbbing and hard~. And we haven't even begun the whole physical yet, tsk, tsk~.." She clicked her tongue in a mock tone, moving her hand to eagerly stroke the smooth shaft, or gently pressing her thumb to the tip to watch it pulse. "We'll just have to get that swelling down, won't we~? Can't have a patient so distracted~."

Suddenly, Cerebella climbed off you, allowing you some freedom- although you quickly found yourself missing the warmth of her body on yours. You watched as the "nurse"-er, performer, climbed down to rest right in front of your crotch, positioning herself so she could look right up at you, her smirk still wide on her face. You shiver and moan, her warm breath teases your sensitive length as she moves closer to it. You feel her soft breasts nuzzle against the skin, flooding your mind with lewd images of soft warm pillows, slick and smooth, being pressed to your hard, needy rod...

Then, another feeling stops your mind in its tracks. Warm soft lips, gingerly pressing to your tip, and the feeling of a tongue gently and slowly slipping along the slit, gathering up a few beads of pre-cum that dribbled out. Once tasting your fluid, Cerebella pulls back, savoring the taste for a moment, but still letting her hands pump up and down your cock, keeping you, the patient, in stable bliss.

"Oooh~...mhm, anon, you taste so sweet~! Let's see...a nice big thick rod, sweet pre, and of course, such a cute face~..." Cerebella giggled again, before seductively dragging her tongue slowly up the shaft back to the tip, before embracing the whole tip in a kiss. Her warm mouth feels like heaven, the green lipstick leaving traces of emerald on your tip, as if to brand it- and you- as hers.

And to you, being your nurse's little patient sounded just so amazing right now.

Then, you jump again, feeling what could be described as big hands, draped in cloth, move to grope at your balls below. Cerebella giggles again, kissing Vice-Versa on the cheek adoringly, watching as the living weapon moved to cup your orbs in his hands on her secret command. It felt like soft cloth wrapping around your sensitive sack, the orbs inside jiggling under his big fingers, rather round and heavy for your age, as if so full of pent-up excitement. Even when Vice gave them a gentle squeeze you moaned, sending a rope of pre-cum shooting out from your tip. Cerebella snickered, cooing in amazement before giving your balls a little squeeze as well, until both her and Vice's hands cupped and massaged together on both your hard eager cock and your full, musky balls.

"And such big balls too~! My, anon, you seem to be real pent-up~! In fact, with all your symptoms, I think I may have a diagnois~..."

"D..diagnosis~?" You moan out, your lips quivering from the pleasure. You were starting to play along now, smirking teasingly and bashfully at the performer, who was even more eager to see you finally playing along. "What's that gonna be, Nurse Cerebella~?"

Your answer was simple- with her and Vice's hands still keeping you on age, she stood up and ripped off the already bursting nurse suit. Her big breasts bounced happily free, jiggling so lusciously as her hands glided over the soft mounds, each capped with an erect caramel colored nipple. Her wide hips swayed teasingly, showing marks from where the outfit had squeezed into the supple flesh, while her rather round firm ass jiggled behind her, looking like it needed plenty of love too. Her wet slit dripped between her soft thighs, quivering with excitement, so much so her fingers would move to rub quickly at it before Cerebella leaned in close and pulled you into a deep, loving kiss.

"The diagnosis...is a night of long, hot, steady loving~. Now, why don't you be a good patient and get that shirt off~. We have a nice hot sponge bath after this, and I think I want my patient to give his nurses some loving too~!"