Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology 11 (Patreon)

Kuroki Ouka sipped on her drink. "This is quite nice, doctor," she said, licking her lips a bit. "It's cool, but it also feels like it's warming me up in a good way... goes down smooth, but I can feel it all the way down," she moaned a little. "And the taste is just... divine..!"

The drink she was sipping on was the product of quite a few weeks of research and experimentation. Fortunately, it had become quite a bit easier over time to produce the necessary research materials, as you expanded your services, you could get more and more equipment.

And of course, the primary ingredient was a lot easier to accumulate with help from your clients, especially considering that even though you had started to set up support groups for the women to help one another...

It was never too long between sessions, and group sessions were becoming increasingly more popular with your clients, after Ringo and Touko told everyone about them.

Seeing a pair of housewives support each other and help each other through the tough times was great. Seeing them having sex with each other was even better.

And being invited to participate was the best, of course.

"Doctor?" Ouka interrupted your thoughts of fully bloomed, mature flowers in the prime of their lives.  Not that she was anything but, Ouka was beautiful as welll!

"You were telling me about your job as a nurse?" you prompted.

She nodded. "Right! I was telling you... Ah, I feel so dirty, doctor," she said, wiggling in her seat a bit. She looked infinitely better and happier than she had before. Since she first came, back when you needed to use the, ah, 'special scent' to get her to relax enough to talk about her problems, she had come very far. 

It was a bit of a sketchy thing that she'd somehow managed to land a job as a nurse, but apparently, she wasn't medical personnel. The hospital just didn't have any other designation for someone who took care of patients, making sure they took their medicine in time and attended to their needs.

Ouka had brought her uniform, and was giddy about showing it off. Damn near skintight, a white shirt, covered by a pink jacket and miniskirt, a hat on top of her head, white thigh high stockings, inexplicable high heels and a hair tie with a medical cross at the end of her tightly tied braid.

Overall, she was already pretty, and with the uniform on, she was 100% spank material. Her motherly good looks translated really well to the nurse uniform.

"I was just doing my rounds, just cheering up those in long term care, or who were staying in bed for observation," she said, "and then I got a call to Mister Watanabe's room."

You checked your notes. Mister Watanabe was an octogenarian, in the hospital for his failing health. Wealthy, and more importantly...

"Ah, I remember him," you said, nodding. "Did he attempt to peek up your skirt again?"

Strange to think that such a weird situation had lifted Ouka's mood so massively. But... well, these days, few things surprised you. It simply built more and more on your knowledge of the world, and how the minds of the people who lived there functioned. Your interest in Watanabe wasn't fleeting, because Watanabe was one of the few men you knew of that had a libido to speak of.

"No! Well, yes," she said, "but... but when I was giving him his sponge bath, he didn't just try to look up my skirt, he... he hiked it up, a-and my panties were in full view!"

You nodded. "Did it feel nice?"

"It felt... it felt surprising, to be so desired, that he couldn't contain himself," she said, sighing. "The other nurses told me he was more than a bit of a handful, but I didn't think they were literal!" she said, laughing. 

"Oh?" you asked.

"Well... when, when he put his hands on my butt, I was cleaning his... crotch," she said, and you figured she had a bit of a hard time describing it, didn't want to use the word that her body demanded she use. "It was... it was large. It was as large as Nikusuke's, and as hard as I've ever seen my husband," she said with a sigh.

"Did you clean him thoroughly, miss Kuroki?" you asked, offering her a smile.

She took another sip, to wet her throat, unknowingly relaxing even further and loosening her lips even more. You'd discovered that semen was a strangely potent substance, able to get women to relax, and it strangely made them almost... docile wasn't quite the right word. Pliable. Malleable... it was strange, but it was a great help when it came to get them to work out their issues and problems.

"I..." she looked aside. "He demanded I use my mouth... and, and he was so... so forceful, that he reminded me of the glory days, of when me and my Nikusuke lived our best lives," she sighed, dreamily. "It felt so nice, so hot and hard, in my mouth, and even though he's thin and weak, he choked me on his cock so right!"

You nodded, writing down the details. She had cheated on her husband with a dirty old man at the hospital, and she'd been pretty much unable to really even deny the man, after just a little bit of harassment and a bit of force... you could conceivably argue that it might've been something along the lines of non consensual sex, but truth be told, you doubted that Ouka didn't enthusiastically consent.

The only one to blame was her own husband. After all, he'd literally 'stolen' her from her previous boyfriend through rape and then became as much of a dead fish as the man he had made into a cuckold.

Was it so strange that she wouldn't remain loyal to a man who she was only with because of his prowess in bed, when he no longer used said prowess on her?

"Did it end at that, Miss Kuroki?" you asked.

She nodded. "Y-Yes. Though..." she brought a finger up to her lip.

You nodded. "How would you say that day compares to coming here and having a session? Do you feel like you're having more fun in your new job?"

She rapidly shook her head. "No way, Doctor!" she said, giggling. "I mean, sure, it's nice to be desired, to be wanted and- and to be pleasured like that!" she said. "But Mister Watanabe's fingers... they just didn't do the things you do to me, a-and his stuff, his cum, didn't taste as good as yours, Doctor," she said. "Plus, e-even though it was nice, he only did it once and it didn't come back up again after that. No, he was nothing like you!"

It actually felt nice. She was completely and utterly sincere, you could detect no subterfuge, her embarrassed smile as she spoke about it told you that she wasn't attempting to spare your feelings or anything. It was just genuinely comparing you favorably to the only other recent sexual partner she'd had.

"I see, I see," you said, nodding. It was good, because it meant she'd still be coming for sessions. Economically, you couldn't deny the fact that any client was an important client.

But more importantly... 

You stood up from your chair, and rounded the desk, her eyes trailing you. You finally came up to her, and tilted her head up to face you, your hand on her chin. "Would you like me to take you like that man took you? Like your husband used to? Would you like for me to make you feel like that wild girl you once were?"

She blinked, looking up at you from her seat... and you could see the building interest and hope in her eyes. She nodded, and you grinned down at her for just a brief moment.

"Alright, but remember this," you said, "if you need me to stop, you have to say the word Spoopy," you explained, raising a finger. "Repeat it three times."

She seemed confused, but... "Spoopy... Spoopy Spoopy?" she said, looking confused.

"Right. If you need me to stop for any reason, you say Spoopy. I won't stop if you say no, or tell me to stop, I will only stop if you say the word Spoopy," you explained. "We're going to do something I don't usually do, so I want to make sure we get it right."

She nodded. "I understand."

And that was enough. Your hands undid the zipper at the front of your pants, and with a bit of fumbling with your package, you pulled out your one eyed trouser snake, almost entirely hard already just from imagining her writhing in the throes of orgasm, and the fact that you had come to expect your sessions to have this as part of them.

Your hands grabbed the back of her head, and you shoved her down on your cock, roughly and strongly. You already knew she liked this, and you needed no further confirmation than her hands grabbing onto your thighs, not pushing you away, but instead, simply holding herself firmly in place so you could more easily use her mouth as a masturbatory aid.

The wet, hot cavern of her mouth gave way to her throat as you went in harder, and she submitted fully and completely, it seemed like her body was just naturally like this,  she had simply unmatched talent for deepthroating, she barely offered resistance, but her throat spasmed and convulsed around your cock like it was a pussy, like it was actively trying to milk you.

Without stopping, you began forcing her back and forth the entire length of your cock, forcing her to kiss your crotch, and then get back until only the tip was in her mouth, again and again, and you weren't going to bother holding yourself back, simply basking in the pleasure as your balls built up her reward.

Thanking the seemingly endless stamina that you had developed, you forced her all the way down and then held her there, your body seizing for a moment and then a pleasure bomb going off, orgasmic energy coursing through your body like electricity while your cum was poured directly into her stomach, each shot producing what seemed to be orgasmic shivers of her own.

You grinned, and grabbing her by the braid, pulled her off your cock, and forcibly onto the bed. You made sure to look her over, as she coughed and caught herself, and gave her ample time to tell you something, or to speak the safeword, anything really.

"Now now, nurse," you said, grinning, "the Doctor is in, and you seem to have a bit of a fever..."

She looked up at you, eyes tearing up a little from the deepthroat. "D-Doctor," she muttered, licking her lips. 

"I'm going to have to... run some tests, to diagnose you," you said, grinning down at her, getting on the bed, between her legs. You hiked up her skirt, revealing the fact that her panties matched the uniform, white with pink lace. They were also soaked.

Honestly, it was a wonder how your patients never ran out of underwear, they seemed to ruin it every time!

But the image was so beautiful and sexy that you couldn't resist, you pulled her panties off her legs, raising them in the air, not even bothering to take her shoes off, and then took a deep sniff, before pocketing them. "This is an emergency, nurse! You need to have an injection, right now!"

"Doctor, yes, inject me!" she cried out.

You leaned forward, holding her legs vertically and grabbing her by the ankles, raising her lower body from the bed and putting all of her weight on her shoulders. This position was a bit awkward, but it gave you a great angle, and allowed you to see her anus, her pussy, her tits, and her lovely face, wracked by her running makeup and her melting expression... 

Yes, it was the best and most efficient position for treatment! 

Without wasting time or even really preparing her, you shoved your cock right in. Even though she was wet, she wasn't quite warmed up yet, and her pussy was very tight. You didn't take Ouka often, very frequently you would actually just talk with her and sometimes you would play her body like a fiddle with your fingers, so this was a nice change of pace.

With one hand holding her legs up, you used the other to maul and grope her breasts, treating them almost like putty, playing with them, pinching and pressing her nipples, the sizable tits squishing through the jacket and shirt she wore, somehow both thin enough that you could easily feel her nipples through it, though you did unclip her nurse jacket and revealed the exceptionally thin undershirt that did nothing to prevent you from enjoying her tits.

Her voice came out in short pants and quick moans, and any attempt at protest was quickly silenced as she gave voice to her pleasure instead.

And then you began to pound her into the bed, and the quick moans and pants became screeched cries of ecstasy as she lost it entirely, a victim to your powerful thrusts and quick rhythm. Her extremely hot and tight pussy welcomed you very easily, but her folds were clinging to you like they missed you dearly.

Plus taking her so forcefully, so unusually, was a great experience, and it was turning you on a lot. Your cock was slightly more sensitive than usual from the great blowjob and throatfuck earlier, and even now you still had no plans of denying her the prize she wanted, so when you felt the build up start in your core, you didn't resist it, you fucked her through one and two orgasms, and when the third triggered, the cascading pleasure caused her pussy to convulse specially strongly, driving you over the edge with the pleasure.

Her pussy demanded, and your balls provided, and you flooded her insides with thick, hot cum, another serving of her favorite drink and treat.

You grinned down at her, and then began moving again. She'd paid for an extra long session, and you would make damn sure that she got her money's worth and then some!