Nurse outfit study. Will Delete Later

You hand Amily the enticing garments with a roguish smile. Her eyes seem confused at first, but a knowing, playful grin spreads over her features. Slapping you with the costume, she teases, “What is this supposed to be, Zero?” The fabric stretches across her as she holds it up in front of her 'assets'. “This is barely modest!”

She rounds on you, her tail rubbing on your leg as she steps closer, holding the thin fabric tight to her lithe body. “Did you want me to look obscene for you? To look like a naughty nurse?” Her ears twitch as she mulls it over.

You try to answer, but before you get a half-dozen words out, Amily prances off behind some rocks, warning, “No peeking!” The rustling of clothing can be heard as she changes, underscored by mischievous humming noises. You do your best to wait patiently, but one of your shafts is warm and anxious.

A sultry voice purrs, “Ah, Zero. Come on in, it’s time for your check-up.”

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You step in to Amily’s office, as it were. It’s really just a cluster of boulders, but with the way the mouse-girl is looking about imperiously and gesturing for you to sit on a flat rock, you really do feel like you’re back at the village doctor, getting checked on to make sure you’re okay. As for Amily, she’s looking fine... mighty fine indeed. Her breasts nicely fill the tight, cleavage exposing top, while her pregnancy-bloated belly bulges out beneath it. The clingy bottom is little more than a micro-skirt, short enough that it nearly exposes her vagina to your roaming eyes. To complete the outfit, a tiny, white hat with a red cross adorns her head, tilted slightly off-center.

“Please, take off your clothes, Zero.” she playfully recites, holding a flat piece of wood she must have found in a hurry like a clipboard. “Now, it says here you are feeling feverish around females, particularly young, healthy mice. I also see mentions of an out-of-control libido. Is this right?”

You listen as you undress, sitting down on the stone when instructed and nodding along with the list of symptoms. They sound pretty accurate to your ears. A soft hand touches your thigh as Amily sets the 'clipboard' aside.

She says, “Let’s get on with the examination then, shall we?”

You nod, perhaps a little too eagerly, but Amily doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, her touches grow more direct and suggestive, trailing up your thigh to your belly, then down to the sensitive blue skin just above your crotch. She rubs there in soft, gentle circles while her other hand gracefully explores your back. Naked and exposed before the horny mouse, you can’t help but grow excited with an immediacy that startles even you. One of your pricks rockets to full size in a split second, almost vibrating from the force of your erection. You moan out loud, something Amily plays off to be pain.

“Oh I see, such a painful condition to endure,” she murmurs as her hand meets the lust-thickened pole. Her fingers flutter down the length, eventually coming to rest on your scrotum. She dutifully hefts your pair of baseball-sized testicles, rolling them in her fingers with a sly smile. Watching your face the whole time, Amily smiles seductively when you begin to pant. You miss it, too busy looking down her exposed cleavage, enhanced by the chest-compressing tightness of her naughty nurse’s outfit. A none-too-subtle squeeze on your sensitive genitals draws you back to the present.

Amily explains, “It’s Blue Balls, I think. It’s a condition that affects exceptionally virile males and herms like yourself from time to time. Thankfully, it isn’t permanent.” Her crotch-bound hand squeezes and strokes across your sensitive genitals. “Unless of course, you want it to be.” She tugs your stiff mast from the base up to the head slowly, milking a dollop of pre-cum from it as she prattles on. “We have a new treatment I’ve been pioneering, but it is very experimental.”

You moan, “Oohhh, what is it?”

Amily abruptly releases your over-engorged pecker and lifts her leg high enough to place it on your shoulder, stretching the obscene skirt up on to her hips, her womanhood laid bare just inches from your face. “Mouse-cunt,” she breathes. “Again and again, until the naughty spunk is out and your plump balls are freed from the perverted needs that afflict you.”

Your pupils contract into needy pinpricks as her scent slithers up your nose, and you lean forward to stuff your tongue straight up that wet snatch, feeling the hot, wet heat clinging to your muscle as you spear the mouse’s slick channel.

“Yessss... this is another symptom... inability to resist sexu... sexua - ooOOH, right there! Sexual contact. You’ve got it so bad, don’t you?” Amily pants as you assault her ripe pussy.

You nod into the feminine vice, your nose bumping and grinding against a stiff clit. Your hands raise and grab hold of your nurse by her jiggling ass to pull her against you, to get your tongue deeper inside. Shuddering slightly, she wiggles out of your grip and lowers her leg, stumbling a bit weakly on legs that aren’t working the way they should. The moist rodent-girl is panting heavily as she recovers from your oral assault, but after a few breaths, she whispers, “That was nice, but it’s time to administer the treatment.”

Amily unbuttons the top, letting her breasts sway freely as she climbs into your lap. “J-just relax. This won’t hurt a b-bit,” she stutters as she aligns her entrance with your cock, pungent humidity rolling off her sex in steamy waves. Your tip slowly parts her glittering mound, accompanied by a burst of ecstasy that has you slumping back against a boulder, tongue hanging out happily. The petite mouse slowly undulates her waist as she takes more and more of your length into her box, the mousy muff eventually coming to rest against your narrow thighs with an almost apologetic pause in friction.

Throwing her head back, the mouse-girl moans in excitement, and you feel her tunnel squeeze down on your big cock, compressing it with forgiving, soft pressure. Her secretions slowly trickle out onto you as her hand finds its way to your extra cock. Slowly, she pumps the spare shaft, muttering something about, “Treating allll the symptoms.”.

Slowly dragging her tightly-clinging pussy up your rod, the nurse begins to properly treat your condition, and it’s surely working, for you’re already releasing slow pulses of pre into her pussy. Amily throws her head back and cries out even louder, the silly little hat tumbling off behind her as her hair swishes back and forth with her every convulsion.

The petite woman’s skillful cock-manipulations have you squirming uncomfortably under her on the cusp of a blissful explosion for what seems like hours. She whines, “Give it to me, Zero! Fuck your naughty, nasty nurse! Screw her silly! Yesssssss-!” Her voice loses cohesion as she cums, and her pussy begins to assault you with sensuous, milking ripples all along your length. One of your shafts squirts in response, accompanied by a clenching spasm of pleasure that crashes through the very fibres of your being. Your tiny thighs lurch upward, hard enough to bounce the mouse into the air as you inseminate her.

Your body goes limp as it spends the last of your desire into Amily’s spasming slit. Her body is wracked by one last convulsion, and then she too sags down against you, hugging you as she says, “That was... intense.” She tries to rise, but her legs fall limp halfway up. Finally, she makes it up and off of you. Her pussy is nice and wet, matted with white.

You rise and kiss Amily on the lips, thanking her for the checkup before you pick up her hat and put it back on her head, mentioning that you’re not sure her cure took.

Amily tips her head to the side, smiling in post-coital bliss as she clenches her thighs together to hold in your cum. “We had better schedule an appointment for your next visit then, hadn’t we?”