Message-ID: <24968asstr$962507407@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <200007011355.JAA08393@fozzie.webservepro.com> From: jimmy@jimmy-hat.com (Jimmy Hat) Subject: {ASSM} Take Two Nurses and Call Me in the Morning (MF) Date: Sat, 1 Jul 2000 23:10:08 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, english, apuleius This work contains graphic depictions of sex acts. Please do not continue if this makes you uncomfortable, or violates laws in your part of the world. This story is Copyright 2000 by Jimmy Hat (jimmy@jimmy-hat.com) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- TAKE TWO NURSES AND CALL ME IN THE MORNING Gerald Maytag sat on the examination table with his legs hanging over the edge, swinging back and forth. An attractive receptionist had led him to the room and left him there, telling him someone would be with him momentarily. Annoying as the wait was, at least she hadn't asked him to change into one of those ugly blue gowns that left the backside naked. Momentarily, someone did arrive. She had frizzy blond hair, brown eyes, and wore glossy red lipstick, but Maytag's attention was drawn to the generous display of cleavage provided by a white cotton lab coat at least one size too small, with its top buttons undone, probably to allow her to breathe. A name tag to the right of her impressive decolletage read "Biggle", but it went unread by Maytag until she spoke. "I'm Nurse Biggle," she said with a Carolina accent with enough heat to smoke baby back ribs. "How ya doin' today, honey?" "Fine," Maytag said. She was close enough to him now that he could smell a hint of perfume, and could make out a freckle or two on her chest. "Well, this checkup should go just peachy, then," she replied. "Gerald, we have a prospective employee with us today, would you mind terribly if she assisted me?" "No, no, not at all." Nurse Biggle smiled radiantly. "That's mighty kind of you, sugar." She turned around to walk to the door. Maytag then saw her sling-backed white high-heeled shoes, and the white hose with backstitching that ran straight up her supple legs to the hem of her lab coat. As she walked to the door, Maytag noted that the hose seemed to thicken just as they reached the bottom of the lab coat. They couldn't possibly be stockings instead of pantyhose, Maytag though to himself. Could they? Interrupting his musings, Nurse Biggle spoke as she opened the door. "Gerald, this is Nurse Stanton." Blue eyes wide with surprise and feigned innocence, Heather Stanton entered the room. Maytag was even more surprised by Stanton's appearance. Her long dark hair was tied atop her head and partially hidden by a white cap decorated with a red cross. She wore a lab coat that displayed her breasts as prominently as Nurse Biggle's, and gathered in the middle to accentuate her slim waist. Her legs were bare, however. White cotton socks barely covered her ankles, and she wore simple white sneakers with a slight rise in the heel. "Uh, hi," was all Maytag could manage to say. "Hello," Stanton said flatly in return. Nurse Biggle noticed Maytag's discomfort. "Oh, honey, it's OK. Everyone's a little nervous the first time they visit us! But don't worry, we don't bite---at least, not hard!" She winked at Maytag. "Nurse Stanton, could you grab the stethoscope from that cabinet behind you?" Stanton returned to her senses. "Certainly," she said. The wall opposite Maytag and the exam table held a stainless steel sink, a counter top, and above that, a set of shelves. Stanton walked over and opened the shelves. There was hardly anything on the shelf at eye level, but on the shelf above she spotted a pink plastic hose belonging to a stethoscope. Maytag watched Stanton reach for the instrument. As her arms went above shoulder level, they lifted the white lab coat. The hemline rose above the tops of her thighs, and Maytag caught a glimpse of shiny white satin panties. He shifted his gaze quickly and Nurse Biggle saw the quick slight turn of his head. Device in hand, Stanton lowered her arms. "Be a dear and grab the tongue depressors while you're there, Nurse Stanton," Biggle instructed with her honey-coated Southern drawl. Again Stanton faced away from the patient. The tongue depressors were on the top shelf, and she had to stand on her tip toes and reach high above her head to grab them. The motion exposed even more of her backside, and one could see how the elastic sides of her satin panties had slipped along the smooth round surface of her ass and converged toward the middle. That is, if one was looking. Maytag wasn't. "We have male nurses working her, too, if that would be more to your liking, Gerald," said Nurse Biggle. Clutching the jar of tongue depressors, Stanton looked back at Maytag with one raised eyebrow. Maytag glanced at Stanton, then back to Biggle. "No, this is fine," he said. "So you're just a little shy then?" Biggle asked. "Yeah, that's it," Maytag agreed. "Well, don't be, love. We can't evaluate your health needs if you aren't open with us." "I'll try." Stanton stood in front of Maytag, set to check his pulse. It afforded him a point blank view of her cleavage. For instance, it was clear that, unlike Biggle, Stanton had no freckles on her breasts. Maytag looked back at Biggle and smiled uncomfortably. "Something wrong, Gerald?" she asked. Maytag shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe it would help if there wasn't someone watching me." "That's better," Biggle said with an approving nod. "It helps if you're open with us. I'll be back in a jiffy." Both Maytag and Stanton watched as she left the room. After the door shut, Stanton slapped Maytag across the chest with the back of her hand. "What are you doing here?" she demanded. "When your audio went dead I decided I needed to come in the clinic and take a look around." "I ditched the wire when I realized they wanted me to get changed into this outfit," she said, gesturing at her skimpy lab coat. "Yeah," Maytag said slowly. "That's a real nice hat you have there." "Very funny, Maytag. Now, what are we going to do?" "About what?" "About this! This is the only health clinic I've heard of that has sperm donors pay them rather than the other way around. We're supposed to be investigating the clinic, not each other. You'll pardon me for not wanting to collect evidence, or anything else for that matter, from you." "Well, I'm sorry if I offend you," Maytag said. "Dammit, Maytag, you know I don't mean it like that. It's just...you know. I mean, it's not as if you were exactly comfortable in here a few minutes ago." "True," Maytag admitted. "So what do we do?" Stanton scratched her head, careful not to knock her cap out of place. "I'm supposed to fill out your chart. Let's do that and then play it by ear." "Make sure to drop the chart a few times. Maybe the pen every once in a while, too." "I'm glad to see you're enjoying this, Maytag," Stanton said. "But you do have a point." She undid two more buttons on her lab coat. The center clasp of her bra was in plain sight. "I might as well look like I'm doing my job." When Biggle returned, Stanton handed her the clipboard. Ignoring that for a moment, Biggle fixed her gaze on Stanton's bra. "Everything alright, Nurse Stanton?" "Everything's fine," Stanton said coquettishly. "This just popped open while I was working and I haven't had time to fix it yet." "Of course, darlin'. And the patient?" Biggle glanced at the chart. "Seems healthy," Stanton said. "In every way?" Biggle asked. Stanton looked confused. Biggle stepped over to Maytag. Without warning, the blonde nurse thrust her hand in his crotch and fondled his package. Biggle looked at Stanton, her tight uniform halfway undone, her toned legs crossed one in front of the other like a trained spokesmodel. She looked back at Maytag and moved her face by his shoulder. He could smell her perfume again, and felt a curly strand of hair graze his cheek. Her warm moist breath brushed the side of his neck as she whispered. "Are you sure you aren't gay, Gerald?" "No, I'm straight," he whispered under his breath. Biggle moved from his shoulder and looked him in the eye. She considered him a moment. "Really," Maytag insisted. "OK, sugar. It's time you talked to the doctor." Nurse Biggle and prospective employee Stanton left the room. Maytag let out a long sigh, then walked over to the sink to get himself a glass of water. The room had turned very warm, and his mouth very dry. Not long after that, the door opened again, and in walked a man in gray pinstriped slacks, white button-down shirt, and blue silk necktie, covered by a white lab coat both looser and longer than what Biggle and Stanton were wearing. "Hello, Gerald, I'm Doctor Havelock." The two shook hands. "Doctor," Maytag greeted him equally. "Gerald, Nurse Biggle said you might have been a little uncomfortable during the exam. I apologize. But a lot of our patients seem to like our approach, and we find it's a good way to distinguish people with real problems. Handing out Viagra prescriptions may be a good moneymaker, but we want to make sure people need it. And Nurse Biggle is convinced you're a good candidate." Maytag nodded his head. "So I want you to take this," Havelock said. He handed him a small blue pill and went to the sink to fetch a cup of water. "We'll observe your reaction to determine if we can help you with therapy here." "OK, Doctor." Maytag popped the pill in his mouth and washed it down. "Someone will be in shortly to check on you." The doctor turned to leave. "Oh, do you have any requests about who comes to look in on you?" "A blonde," Maytag said, in hopes of averting another meeting with Stanton. The doctor smiled. "Anything else? Do you have tastes in clothing? Fishnets, leather, latex?" "Latex?" Maytag asked. This hardly seemed a normal question to be asked by a doctor, but this was hardly a normal clinic. "Latex it is," said the good doctor, and walked out before Maytag could say anything else. Meanwhile, Nurse Biggle and trainee Stanton had seen two more patients, and both were more openly approving of Stanton's little white uniform. They weren't shy about watching her reach up or bend over to grab supplies from cabinets, and they displayed fully healthy responses to Stanton's examinations. One of them was even cute, Stanton thought to herself. Next, Nurse Biggle had them stop for coffee. They were just beginning to make small talk when one of the doctors, in pinstriped trousers and a blue tie, poked his head in on them. "Excuse me, Nurse Biggle," he said. "Doctor Havelock," Biggle answered. "This is Nurse Stanton, a prospective." "Charmed." Havelock said briefly. "Nurse Biggle, the patient in S-4 is undergoing the p-test. Please use the latex gear and then report the test findings to me." "Certainly, Doctor," she answered easily. "Thank you. Nice meeting you, Nurse Stanton." Stanton nodded her head in response. She recognized S-4 as the room Gerry was in, but she had no idea what the p-test or latex gear was. "Do the room names start with 'S' because of the street level?" "The 'S' stands for 'straight', honey. Upstairs is 'G' for 'guess-what'. Those patients really like their butter and jam separate, if you know what I mean." "Oh, I see" Stanton replied. "I'm so sorry, honey, but I'm going to have to leave for a bit. Finish your coffee and feel free to look around. I'll meet you here in about forty-five minutes or so." * * * Maytag waited for the pill to take effect. Would his dick simply swell up a bit and respond quickly to stimulus? Maybe it provoked a spontaneous erection, an instant rush of blood to his hose and a quick stiffening. Whatever, he was resolved not to touch it, and instead to let the drug work on its own. As if on cue, his thoughts were interrupted again. The door swung open and in came Nurse Biggle. Her frizzy flaxen hair still hung loose and her lips were painted the same shiny red, but her lab coat was gone. In its place was a tight-fitting dress with a dull shine, the same color green as surgical scrubs. A small white collar ran halfway around the neck of the dress, and the white trimmed neckline opened to a square shape that exposed the top half of Biggle's voluminous breasts. The short dress ended high on her thigh and confirmed Maytag's earlier suspicion: Biggle wore thigh-high stockings. The lacy elastic tops of the stockings bordered a small sliver of bare flesh visible below the bottom of the dress. "Is this more to your liking?" Biggle asked. "You look stunning," Maytag replied. "Why, baby, isn't that nice of you to say," She walked slowly to the exam table and Maytag's eyes followed her as she moved. "I heard you took a pill," she said. Her face was close to Maytag's. He gazed at her shiny red lips. Maytag swallowed. "That's right." "Do you think you'll need any help when it kicks in?" Biggle gently placed a hand on his thigh. Maytag looked down at the short fingernails painted the same red as her lips. She leaned into his ear and her floral perfume invaded his nose again. A slap across the face couldn't have been stronger. "I think it's starting to kick in now," Maytag said. Biggle ran her hand up his thigh and to his crotch. She took hold of his sack, and then moved to his member, quickly shifting and turning itself over in his pants. "I think you're right, Gerald," Nurse Biggle whispered. Maytag felt the warm wet tip of her tongue glide over his earlobe and into his ear. Biggle gripped his nascent erection and gave it a short stroke. She moved her lips over his earlobe, then kissed his temple. She planted a soft kiss on his eyebrow, then moved down to his lips. Maytag's cock leaped in his pants. "I felt that," Biggle said teasingly, and looked at Maytag with laughing eyes. "Good drug," Maytag said. "The best." Biggle closed her eyes and tilted her head, pushing her lips against Maytag's mouth. He found her bottom lip with his and sucked hard on it before kissing her mouth fully and sliding his tongue inside to meet hers. Maytag slid his hands over her dress. It fit her like a second skin, and it gripped back at his hands in the same way. Their lips parted company, and they paused to catch their breath. "What is this?" Maytag asked, running a thumb across the shoulder of her dress. "Latex, silly," Biggle answered before kissing him again. Her fingers deftly untucked Maytag's shirt, loosened his pants, unzipped him, and slid her hand through the fly of his boxers. Stiff and warm, his cock pushed against one side of his undershorts, and Biggle struggled to maneuver it through the opening while kissing at the same time. "Mmmmmmm," Maytag moaned quietly. He groaned again when her face dropped from his lips down to his crotch. With one motion her mouth enveloped his shaft. His cotton shorts brushed against her cheeks as she sucked his cock. Biggle moved her head out of Maytag's lap, and his cock fell out of her mouth with a plopping sound. "I think we need to get you out of those clothes," she said. Maytag smiled and pulled his shirt off. Biggle purred appreciatively and moved her painted nails through the soft curls under his navel and then onto his chest. "Not bad," she said. "There's a gym where I work out," Maytag said, grinning. He kicked his shoes off and Biggle pulled his pants away from his legs. "Aren't you still a little too dressed?" "Me?" Biggle asked. She ran a hand across her chest and down the tight-fitting dress. "I thought I'd leave this on. Besides," she added, slightly rolling up the bottom of the dress to reveal the carefully trimmed light-colored curls of her bush, "there's really nothing in the way." "No, there isn't," Maytag agreed. He held out his hands to bring her up on the exam table. "One second," she said, heading to the cabinets. "What?" Maytag asked. "I'm just getting a little lube," Biggle answered. "I'll take care of that," Maytag said. Biggle smiled. "Alright. I believe you will." Maytag swung his legs up to lie flat on his back. She crawled up on the table and straddled his chest. "Yes, I believe you will." Maytag took hold of her ass with both hands. He relished the feel of those solid buns wrapped in smooth tight latex and kept his hands there after he pushed her pussy up to his face and started to lick her creamy slit. Using lube must have been a habit, Maytag thought, because she certainly didn't need it. His tongue moved easily between her puffy lips and inside her pink crease. Her stockinged calves rubbed against the sides of his chest and tickled him. He moved one hand off of her firm ass to reach down and massage her calf. Maytag looked up as he licked her cunt and watched her chest heave as she breathed. Biggle's tits strained against the latex, and Maytag wished for a second set of hands. "Ooooh, baby, that's nice," Biggle said. Maybe she gets a kinky thrill out of wearing latex herself, Maytag thought. He imagined her carefully covering her upper body with talc, alone in the dressing room, rolling the dress down her body and feeling it grip her like a thousand tiny hands. I'll bet that quickens her pulse, Maytag thought momentarily as he continued licking her pussy. He knew that if he kept at it she was bound to come all over him. "That's so good, Gerald," she said. Maytag preferred Gerry, but it was tough to complain about his current situation. He grabbed a handful of ass, and swirled his tongue around her rigid little clit. Maytag moved his hand from Nurse Biggle's calf and moved his thumb over her knee, and then his palm over the bumpy surface of her stocking tops. He felt her thigh, which was covered with a thin film of perspiration. The outfit had to be hot. Biggle began to rock on his mouth, pushing her pussy down on his tongue. Maytag knew she was reaching her peak and he tried to match her thrusts with flicks of his tongue. He looked up and saw her nipples had hardened and poked out against the taut green layer of latex. He moved his free hand up to her chest to squeeze her tits as he licked. "Oh, Gerald! Oh, God, that's good!" Biggle took in a breath as she said the word good, so that it sounded like "guh-hid." She gripped his hair with her fingers and held tight as she started to come. "So guh-hid!" Biggle's back stiffened as her orgasm burst through her body. Maytag moved his tongue rapidly over her button and gripped her ass to keep her pussy firmly on his mouth. "Oh, that's guh-hid!" When the throes of her climax finally subsided, Nurse Biggle leaned down and planted a kiss on Maytag's lips. "You smell like pussy," she said, giggling. "You smell delicious," Maytag said. "I think I'm nice and wet now." "Are you sure?" "Oh, I'm pretty sure. We can check, though." Biggle moved her knees back along Maytag's sides, one after the other. When she felt his prick she lifted herself and took his cock in her hand. Then she sat back down on it. Her slick lips swallowed his rod, first the pointed tip, and then the solid shaft, all the way to the base. "Oh, Jesus!" Maytag cried out. "Close! My first name is Jennifer." Nurse Jennifer Biggle bounced up and down on Maytag's cock like a pogo stick. He took hold of one buttock, one breast, and held on for the ride. And what a ride it was. Nurse Biggle even supplied a soundtrack. "Oh, that cock feels so good, Gerald! Oh, Gerald! So guh-hid!" Maytag recognized that sound. Nurse Biggle seemed to be enjoying the ride as much as he was. "So guh-hid!" Biggle's bouncing went from a steady beat to something more erratic. Maytag shifted both hands to her waist and guided her up and down his shaft. Biggle continued to moan and then he felt her cunt tighten on his cock. The grip released but returned again just as hard. Maytag lost control and his upper body jerked forward as he came. "That's guh-hid!" Biggle squeezed the cum from his cock as her pussy tightened with the crests of her climax. Maytag rolled his head back and forth in pleasure. "Oh, Jesu---Oh, Jennifer!" he called. Slowly the two returned to a state of calm. Maytag let go of her waist when he could no longer concentrate. His hands rested on her thighs, and he stroked them lightly. "That was wonderful," Nurse Biggle said. "You can say that again. Those pills really work." Biggle laughed. "You mean the placebo worked?" "That was just a placebo?" Maytag asked. "Uh-huh." "So I guess I'm cured." "Oh, I don't know," she said lightly. "You should always come back for regular check-ups." * * * Heather Stanton thought about wandering on the G floor and seeing just how things worked down there but thought better of it. She could hardly be inconspicuous dressed as she was and she didn't want to set off any alarms. Instead she wandered around the S floor, poking her head in here and there. Everywhere except S-4, that is. Room after room offered women in outrageous nurse costumes and the male patients who loved them for it. More than once she saw sperm samples taken by hand (at least that was what it looked like). In one room Stanton saw the nurse costume lie crumpled atop a blue suit on the floor, but saw no people. In another she saw the people fucking like minks, but no sign of their clothes (unless you counted her garter and the white fishnet stockings). That scene was repeated in room after room, with various styles and amounts of undergarments. It was outrageous. Amusingly enough, her little white uniform gave her freedom to roam about. No one minded when she walked in, and more than once she was invited to join in the action. The temptation grew, as it seemed everyone was going at it but her. That's when she reached room S-7. If someone had pointed out to Stanton that her last name started with S and had seven letters, and this configuration represented some sort of magical number for her, she would have laughed. Nevertheless, it was room S-7 that attracted her. She opened the door. There seemed to be no one in the room. She could see the examination table, and no one was on it. There was no noise. She was about to close the door when a voice reached her. "Nurse?" was all he said. "Yes?" Stanton entered the room. Around the corner stood a man, a tall man, with dark hair covering his chest and following a trail down to his dark curly pubic hair. At first his dick looked to be a small stump of flesh, but that was an optical illusion. Stanton was looking at it end on. His prick stuck straight out, as hard and level as a diving board. When she moved a bit, its full length came into view. "Can I help you?" she said, knowing damn well how she wanted to help him. "Oh, God, yes," he said. "I've been waiting for the nurse to come back. The doc gave me one of those Viagra pills, and now I have this erection and the damn thing won't go away. I was just starting to look through these drawers for some Vaseline or something when I heard you come in." "I'd be happy if I could help," Stanton said, honestly. "Great," he answered. "Is there some Vaseline around?" "What do you need that for?" Stanton asked, moving closer to him. "Isn't it obvious?" Stanton laughed. "Don't be silly. I can take care of this." She dropped into a crouch position in front of him and admired his wood. It pointed straight at her. Veins bulged out and snaked along its length. The head swelled, a curious shade somewhere between pink and purple. Wiry hairs radiated from the base like some perverse lion's mane. She licked it like a popsicle. "I see," the man said. Stanton stopped her licking and looked up. "Will this work for you?" She drew him completely in her mouth. "Oh, yeah," he said. "That will work just fine." Stanton got at least three good strokes in as he stretched out the last two words of that statement. She slid her mouth back and forth on his rod, moving with deliberate speed and strength, intent on relieving him of his problem. Looking down at Stanton's tits in her little white uniform, the man suddenly had a different idea. "What do you say we move over to that table?" Stanton sat back and sized him up. "Sure," she said. "If you can carry me over there." "Like, throw you over my shoulder, and spank your ass on the way there?" "Not bad," Stanton said, "but I had something else in mind." Without taking off the lab coat, Stanton slipped her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. He bent down to kiss her, and rested his hands on her shoulders. Their lips locked and their tongues tangled, and his hands moved confidently down her sides and to her waist. His fingers found their way between her legs, and discovered just how wet she was. He bent at the knees and slid his large palms over her thighs. He lifted her, pulled her body to him, and leaned back slightly. With ample strength he took hold of her by her haunches and moved her so that the tip of his rock-hard member hovered before her juicy crease. Stanton wrapped her arms around his neck. She was prepared to hold him firm and guide him inside her, but she did not have to. She slid over him easily. His cock filled her and it seemed as if she would never stop sinking onto his steely rod. When her mound finally made contact with his lower abdomen, she exhaled. "Oh, fuck," she moaned. Unhurried, he carried her over to the table. Each step brought a jolt to her cunt, a fresh thrust that seemed deeper each time. By the time they reached the table and he laid her flat on it surface she was already approaching orgasm. At that point he positioned his body so that his shaft slid over her clitoris. Slick with her juices, the hard flesh glided over her tender flesh and plunged inside her. She felt his dick along her clit, stretching her lips, and impossibly circling her neck, choking off the flow of air to her lungs and making her light- headed. In and out he went, until Stanton tilted her head back, opened her mouth wide, dug her nails into his back and reached her climax. "Oh, yes," he cried in celebration of his own release. "Yes!" Stanton was beyond speech at that point. When he slowed his thrusts and pushed his body away from hers, Stanton was still incapable of speech. "Thank you, Nurse," he said. "I can't tell you how much I needed that." "No problem," she said, with barely-renewed powers of communication. "Just doing my job." * * * Still a little unsteady on her feet, Stanton moved through the hall with one hand running along the wall. She found herself outside S-4 just as Maytag exited the room, adjusting his clothes. They stood and looked at one another. Maytag cleared his throat and straightened his posture. "Nurse Stanton," he said formally. "Gerald," she replied, poker-faced. Just then, Doctor Havelock turned into the hallway and almost bumped into Maytag. "Oh, Gerald, I understand you've responded quite well to the treatment." He winked at Maytag before continuing. "If you just see the receptionist on the way out we can get your billing information." He turned his attention. "Nurse Stanton, I hope your visit went well. Maybe we should go back to my office for an exit interview." Stanton and Maytag looked at one another, and then back at Dr. Havelock. "I hate to say this, Doctor," Stanton began, "but we haven't been completely honest with you." "We're with the FBI," Maytag added. Havelock's mirthful expression faded to seriousness. "Ah," he said quietly. "Then I suppose you'll have some questions for me to answer." Stanton and Maytag looked at each other and grimaced. "Actually, I just have one question," Maytag said. "Me, too," Stanton said. "What's that?" "Does my health coverage cover this?" Maytag asked. Stunned, Havelock looked at him without responding, and then glanced at Stanton. She straightened her lab coat and adjusted her cap. "Do you think I could keep this outfit?" 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