FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

• Another oddball but fun crackship, this time prime GILF Slappy Squirrel doming a slutty Hello Nurse. My brain goes to weird places, but Jeeves is always game. Remember to give Jeeves a follow over on SoFurry or FurAffinity, and maybe donate to his Patreon.

Hello, Nurse

I don't know how she talked her way onto my weekly rounds. She's probably the fittest person I know, the peak of good health. But... god, I'm glad that I always have an hour a week set aside to see her.

”Hello, Nurse.”

Coming from her, it's not a joke. Her voice is soft, deep and sultry. She's sitting in a comfy armchair, stick propped up against it and hat resting over the stick's tip. She's facing away from me, but I already know what she's wearing. Nothing. Bare fur, grey and white, covering a body that somehow she managed to convince some people is frail and infirm. Nothing, that is, except for an aura of pure confidence. I'm drawn to it. Addicted to it. To her. I cross the room, circle around her chair, and fall to my knees. She doesn't have to ask. She doesn't have to even look at me. She extends one leg, and drapes the other over it. My hands reach up, trembling, and I take her right paw in my furless fingers.

”Good slut.”

Fuck.

She says those words, she insults me like that, and my panties are soaked in an instant. I grunt like a pig getting fed the richest table scraps, and a second later I'm sucking on her toes. She doesn't have to lift a finger. Literally, she's just sitting there in the exact same position as before, watching me worship her like a goddess. Smiling that fucking irresistible, knowing smile of hers, knowing this is only the beginning of my hour of depravity. I lick her footpaw all over, sticking my tongue between her toes, nuzzling and kissing at her pads, rubbing her paw all over my face like it's the secret to eternal youth. Her smile widens. She doesn't say it today, but I know why. She likes my smooth skin. She likes having sex with humans. The softness, the sheer nakedness of bodies that lack fur in most places. She finds it kinky, and Mistress Slappy loves kinky.

The next thing I know, her hands are between her legs. One spreading herself, showing herself to me. The other rubbing, caressing, dampening her fingers for no other purpose than to reach out a few seconds later and extend them towards me. I surrender her paw in a split-second and hungrily attack the offered hand. I suckle on her fingers and moan as I taste her juices. Mere seconds later I'm fighting to get between her legs fast enough, and I hear the sweetest sound in the universe, her moaning in pleasure as my tongue strikes her clit.

I strip while I'm eating her. There's no time to waste, I only have fifty six minutes left. I pull my skirt and panties down to my knees. I unbutton my blouse and unhook my bra. Soon only my white cap remains. I leave that on. She likes it when I leave it on. Her hands dance through my blonde hair. They grip. Tug. She holds me against her pussy as though I wouldn't live, breathe and worship it twenty four hours a day if she gave me the chance.

”Touch yourself.”

Another command. My body melts. I'm a pool of liquid lust. By the time I'm able to obey, my fingers meet a swamp of obscene heat and moisture. I scream into her pussy as I hammer three fingers into myself and begin massaging my g-spot, and I pray to the only goddess that matters, the one sitting before me, that I can make her cum before I do so myself.

Slappy starts talking as I eat her and finger-fuck myself. She likes to talk, and I like to listen. She tells stories of her past. Of the years she's lived, the people she's met and fucked. We used to play a game where I named an obscure celebrity and she told me when, where and how she'd bedded them. Eventually I ran out of obscure names, having never been able to name one that she hadn't fucked. Now she just tells me her favourite stories, or ones that come to mind in the moment.

”There was that one time with Bugs and Mickey. Crossover of the century. The only reason they appeared in Roger Rabbit's movie together is because I promised to sit on their faces when they were done. Funny story, I actually had a three-way with Roger and his wife too. They're into some kinky stuff. They had me take this eraser, and start rubbing out body parts until they were just wiggling torsos for me to ride or stuff toys in. It wasn't permanent of course, you can't keep a toon down for long. But, damn... I've never heard anyone squeal like Jessica when she was truly at my mercy. She loved it. Would you love it, slut?”

I gurgled my affirmative before stuffing my tongue deep into her and lashing her g-spot. Her eyes fluttered. She pulled my hair hard, juices gushing out over my fingers even as her own arousal dripped off my chin. She's tied me up before. She's gagged me and cuffed me before. She's even locked me in chastity for a whole day after spending the best part of an afternoon edging me over and over again. But, being so helpless as what she's describing now? Ohh, fuck, I'd give anything to be able to surrender myself to Slappy like that. For now though, I can only dream of days and days bound and captive, helplessly condemned to fulfil her every whim. For now I have just over forty minutes left, and I need to spend them the best way I can, seeing how many times I can make Slappy squirt all over my face.

”Mnnnnhgahhhfuck... right there...”

At some point between orgasm six and seven, as she locks her ankles around the small of my back grabs me by the ears rather than the hair just to hear me cry out in blissful pain, she goes quiet for a few minutes. I try to eat her harder. To suck on her clit with all the pressure I can force my mouth to muster, but she just sits back with her head tilted up and doesn't so much as moan even when I feel her pussy clutch and squirt all over my face again. I almost sob as I cum too, not in sorrow or guilt at not being able to make her cry out, but in joy. I know what it means when Slappy gets quiet during sex. It means she's thinking. Planning. Imagining something utterly filthy to do to me, or to make me do to myself.

And sure enough, barely a minute later...

”Hey, Jess? It's Slappy. Slappy Squirrel. Yes, I... Jessica. Jessica, be quiet. You can worship me later. I know it's been a while, but I was just thinking about you...”

Phone in hand, she grins down at me as her other hand pushes me tighter still against her pussy.

”…anyway, I have this fuck toy here called... oh, goddammit, what's her name. Ellie? Eloise? Matron? Well, she's a nurse. Dunno if that matters, but yeah.”

I scream into her pussy as I cum. I can't help it. Every time she demeans me, every time she humiliates me, I just want her more. I just want to be as pathetic and worthless a piece of flesh as she knows I am, good for nothing but using and tossing aside when my Mistress is sated.

”Well, this nurse... do you think Roger would be up for a trade? I get you for a weekend. I give him this slut to do his wacky toon business with.”

My juices splash hard against the ground between my legs. I wail in rapture. She's giving me away. She's trading me off like a second hand dildo. To a man I don't know. A man I've never met, in exchange for her getting to sleep with someone else instead of me. Someone she wants more. I'm worthless. I'm dirt. I'm less than dirt. I'm an expired coupon you could have traded in for a small discount on dirt, but you forgot about me at the bottom of your wallet.

I pass out with that thought blazing through every neuron of my brain alongside the pleasure of my latest orgasm. I pass out face first in Slappy's pussy, and when I wake up... I'm on the stoop of her house. My clothes bunched up in a bag beside me.

People stare as they walk by. They stare at my nakedness, at the slick juices covering my thighs and fingers and face.

I dress, my uniform hopelessly crumpled and my hair a tangled mess.

I stagger away from my mistress' home to my next job, reeking of sweat and sex, knowing that my next client will know I was at Slappy's place before them.

As I stumble away, face downturned in shame to avoid the judging, lustful stares of others, my phone buzzes from my bag.

I reach in. I check the message I just received.

’Love you. Seeya next week. ~ S'

My cheeks flush, and I giggle as I reply, shame and lust surrendering in the face of pure, playful adoration. She's always so intense, full on dom mode when we're together. But really, Slappy's an absolute sweetheart. Well, kinda. I mean... okay, no, she's really not. But, I don't care. I don't want a sweetheart. I want a woman who can break me with a glance, and use me however she sees fit.

Then another message appears.

An address. An address in Toon Town.

Oh god. She meant it.

She really meant it.

I'm being traded away for the weekend. Given to a man I've never met so his wife can come spend days eating out the pussy I crave.

My hands shake as I reply to the message, as I tell my Mistress exactly what I think of her.

’I'll make you proud. I'll be a good slut for the bunny. I love you too. ~ H.N.’

By Jeeves.