"Maybe some other sort of...visual stimulation?"

"Sure, Tiger..." she again, and runs her tongue along her red, wet lips. She closes the door and locks it, then reaches up and starts undoing her uniform, letting her heavy breasts spring free.

Unconfined, they're even bigger than they looked under the uniform. They're, high and full, with pink nipples very erect. "Show me what you're working with, Tiger," she says, her eyes dropping to the bulge in your crotch. She gasps as you reveal yourself. "Nice..." she says, fondling her breasts, squeezing them, twisting her nipples. "Go on..."

As you start to stroke yourself, the nuse puts one high-heeled foot up on the counter, which hikes her skirt up, revealing the lacy white garters you suspected--and a shaven sex unconstrained by underwear. "Very nice," she repears, watching your cock, and slides two fingers into her cunt, pumping them slowly in and out, in and out.

"Oh yesss...." she raises her head and tosses her blode hair, squeezing her tits, hard, digging her pink nails into the flesh. She brings her gaze back down to watch you, her fingers working faster, and now her thumb starts brushing back and forth across her clit.

As you start to stroke faster, she rocks her hips forward, pushing her fingers deeper and deeper into herself. She stops at one point to pull her fingers out and suck them clean, bobbing her head in time with your strokes, then goes back to pistoning in and out of herself.

"Cum for me, Tiger," she pants. "Cum for Nurse Watkins, yes, shoot it all into that jar for me, shoot it all for me, cum for me, shoot it all, shoot it all, shoot it, shoot, oh yes, yes, yes oh oh oh oh-oh-oh fuck fuck FUCK YESSSS!" She throws her head back again, and you see her eyes roll up into her head as she fingerfucks herself hard, squeezing her tits so hard her knuckles turn white and her nails dimple the flesh.

It's more than a man can take, and you cum, exploding into the jar, filling it quickly and overflowing down the side.

Finally you subside, and the nurse bends over, her gigantic breasts right in front of you, to take the jar from your hands. "Mmm..." she says, and lifts her finger, collecting the spillover and sucking it delicately, savoring the taste. She caps it neatly and sets it aside, then smooths down her skirt.

"Good work tiger. Let's go get your pay and I'll take this down to the lab. Mmm..." she licks at her finger again and shivers, doing a little bounce, which causes her bare breasts to jiggle as well. She buttons her uniform back up, somehow, and opens the door for you.

Later, at home, you still can't quite believe what happened at the Daphne Center, and look to the money in your wallet as proof of the day's events. Tucked among the bills you find a receipt, labeled simply "DCRH--Volunt Srvcs (1.5ml) $50.00" There's something dark showing through from the other side. You turn the receipt over.

"Call me, Tiger. 555-5624. Leanne". It's written in pink--the same color as her nails, you remember--and below it is a red lipstick kiss. Wow. Looks like this turned out to be quite a very successful venture.