Nurses & Enemas 4

By Devereaux Devonshire

All new, never bundled. Three more erotic short stories about mean (and nice) nurses who love to give enemas to reluctant (and not-so reluctant) patients. In "Brain of a Librarian, Body of a Stripper" a housesitter starts snooping in a nurse's house and finds a video that will get him in trouble. In "Weird Biology" a nurse has an unorthodox cure for a man with tummy troubles, and in "Chubby Bunny" two nurses are compelled to play the revenge variation of the campfire game. No in-depth plotting, just the good stuff. 10,000 words. Adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Devereaux Devonshire
• Release date: Oct 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463903414

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Contents

Brain of a Librarian, Body of a Stripper

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

Weird Biology

Chubby Bunny

Brain of a Librarian, Body of a Stripper

Part 1

Back in the ’90s I worked as an electrician at a hospital. My co-worker Rick was the type of friend who invites you over for lunch, but then asks you to help lug an old refrigerator out of the house. But he was a good friend and good workmate. I also had the hots for his wife, so I didn’t mind hanging around his house even if it was to do some heavy lifting. His wife, Samantha, was pretty, had short brown hair, brown, almost Asian eyes, a quick smile, and a body that was something of a mystery.

Samantha was a nurse at the same hospital we worked at. Most nurses there wore scrubs, and you could get a pretty good idea how big their tits were, but Samantha always wore a lab coat over the scrubs.

What was she hiding?

I had a suspicion she was overly blessed but she kept her tits hidden because deep down she was a prude. She attended Bible study, frowned down on drinking, that kind of thing. Someone that prissy would certainly keep a monster rack under cover. I kept trying to pry information from Rick about his wife’s assets with subtle conversational starters like, I bet Samantha could be a Hooters Girl, or when they’d come back from vacation I’d say, Any beach pictures… he’d chuckle and then ignore my queries.

I had boob-dar. I knew she was packing a set but there was no way I’d ever know.

Until….

One day at work I was supposed to install an electrical outlet in a small office the nurses used for storage, but no one knew where the keys were. I called Samantha at home and asked her. She said she might have inadvertently left them in her pocket but would definitely bring them in tonight. But while you’re on the phone, can I ask a favor?

Sure. I prepared myself for anything.

Me and Rick are going to the shore for the weekend, can you go to our house and let the dog out a couple times a day, maybe feed the cat?

I said yes automatically. I liked the dog, and the cat was mostly invisible when I came by. But it wasn’t till later when some implications became clear. I’d be alone in their house; I could do anything. This was before nanny cams!

The temptation to poke around their house danced through my head all week. Does Rick keep naked pictures of Samantha hidden in some drawer? Should I look? Sure I’m a pervert, but am I that big a pervert?

Friday finally came and after work I let myself in their house with the key Rick had given me. I was greeted by their Irish setter whom I let run around the back yard. I even played catch with him. But all the while, I was distracted. This could easily turn evil.

I went back