When her handsome new dentist is called away mid-exam, Julie indulges a naughty fantasy by pleasuring herself with his vibrating power instruments. When she's caught in the act, Doctor Waybright decides it's time to fill her biggest cavity!
Warning: Explicit sex scenes, adults only. Sex in the dentist's chair, oral sex enhanced by laughing gas, misuse of dental instruments. 3100 words.
Excerpt:
My hands massaged his broad, beefy shoulders and ran down his hard back to a tight, firm ass. I gave it a hard squeeze, then moved around front. The bulge in his pants was as thick as my wrist and as hard as tooth enamel. I fumbled with the silver buckle on his leather belt, but before I could get it open, Lance stood.
He stripped off his white coat and hurriedly unbuttoned his blue Oxford shirt, watching me the whole time. His chest was smooth and tan, with bulging pecs above the well-defined six-pack of a serious exercise fanatic. I sat up and pulled my own sweater over my head, then shimmied out of my open bra and tossed them both aside. He kicked off his loafers and slid his pants down over narrow hips, revealing toned legs that I barely saw. My eyes stopped on his cock, which stood out like a thick, meaty flagpole. It seemed to throb with desire, its bulging head wavering as it pointed toward the ceiling. I was surprised to find that Lance was even hotter with his clothes off. Still, I like dentists to be dentists.
"Put your coat back on," I said. He smiled, but did so. It hung down to his mid-thigh, his cock protruding as though eager to see the world outside.
I started to get up, but Lance put a hand on my chest and held me down. "No, I've got something you're going to love." He reached behind me and pulled forward a small facemask connected to two hoses. He put it over my nose and mouth, then turned a knob.
Gas began to hiss through the mask, and within seconds, I felt lightheaded. "What is this?" I said, barely able to suppress a giggle.
"Nitrous oxide," he said. "We have to be careful with it, but it's mixed with pure oxygen, so you should be fine." He stepped down to the end of the long chair and spread my legs apart. "In fact, I think you'll be better than fine."
His hands slid up my thighs and pushed my skirt up over my hips, exposing my wet panties, which he pulled down. I kicked them away with one foot, and they caught on a cabinet knob and hung there. That seemed hilarious for some reason, and I let out a long chuckle. Why did I feel so good?
Warning: Explicit sex scenes, adults only. Sex in the dentist's chair, oral sex enhanced by laughing gas, misuse of dental instruments. 3100 words.
Excerpt:
My hands massaged his broad, beefy shoulders and ran down his hard back to a tight, firm ass. I gave it a hard squeeze, then moved around front. The bulge in his pants was as thick as my wrist and as hard as tooth enamel. I fumbled with the silver buckle on his leather belt, but before I could get it open, Lance stood.
He stripped off his white coat and hurriedly unbuttoned his blue Oxford shirt, watching me the whole time. His chest was smooth and tan, with bulging pecs above the well-defined six-pack of a serious exercise fanatic. I sat up and pulled my own sweater over my head, then shimmied out of my open bra and tossed them both aside. He kicked off his loafers and slid his pants down over narrow hips, revealing toned legs that I barely saw. My eyes stopped on his cock, which stood out like a thick, meaty flagpole. It seemed to throb with desire, its bulging head wavering as it pointed toward the ceiling. I was surprised to find that Lance was even hotter with his clothes off. Still, I like dentists to be dentists.
"Put your coat back on," I said. He smiled, but did so. It hung down to his mid-thigh, his cock protruding as though eager to see the world outside.
I started to get up, but Lance put a hand on my chest and held me down. "No, I've got something you're going to love." He reached behind me and pulled forward a small facemask connected to two hoses. He put it over my nose and mouth, then turned a knob.
Gas began to hiss through the mask, and within seconds, I felt lightheaded. "What is this?" I said, barely able to suppress a giggle.
"Nitrous oxide," he said. "We have to be careful with it, but it's mixed with pure oxygen, so you should be fine." He stepped down to the end of the long chair and spread my legs apart. "In fact, I think you'll be better than fine."
His hands slid up my thighs and pushed my skirt up over my hips, exposing my wet panties, which he pulled down. I kicked them away with one foot, and they caught on a cabinet knob and hung there. That seemed hilarious for some reason, and I let out a long chuckle. Why did I feel so good?