thank you Rose, for the idea and inspiration…~n~
He leaned over her. Her fingers were clenched in her lap.
His voice was deep and soothing. His hand rested briefly on her shoulder, giving a little squeeze. He looked into her mouth, hmmming behind his mask. She closed her eyes. That made the dentist go away. Didn’t it?
Why was he giving her a facemask, she wondered. To check a sore tooth? She remembered that he’d used it before, and she had felt terrific afterwards. Her tooth gave a lurching throb and she took a short breath.
“Relax,” he said, squeezing her shoulder again. “It is easier for me to get into those deep back area’s when you’re just a bit out of it.”
She inhaled, the scent sweet and pungent. In seconds she felt floaty. The way she felt after an orgasm, actually. A few more breaths and she felt free, giddy. The mask was moved away.
There was a bit of scraping, a bit of a jab.
“Got it.” He waved something into her vision.
“A nasty little piece of nut,” he said, moving out of sight.
The words came from far away. She giggled. A hand stroked her tit. Squeezed. She moaned softly. Her chair lay back, further. Hands slid up the outside of her thighs, lifting her skirt.
The urge to giggle rose again but she stifled it. She shifted in her chair, needing. A large hand cupped her, the middle finger pressing against her clit. She moaned, arching, rising to press harder.
“naughty wanton slut”
‘hmmmmm’ she murmured. The ache in her tooth was gone. But the ache between her thighs remained, a steadily growing need to rise, to impale, to be filled. His fingers cupped, pressed harder. A fingernail scraped across the silk covering her plump pussy just over her throbbing clit, drawing a whimper from her mouth. A wet spot stained the red silk of her panties. That finger drew teasing circles over and around that sensitive bit of flesh, not quite touching it now. She shifted, trying to force more contact.
The mask fitted to her face again.
In her mind, flowers fell from the sky with every breath, while heat bloomed between her legs. Her mouth opened, panting, as the crotch of her silken panties was pushed aside, as thick fingers were slowly inserted. Her “yessss” came out in a long hisssing sigh as the mask was removed.
Her legs fell to each side of the chair as she wordlessly begged for more, those fingers curling and jutting inside of her.
It wasn’t enough.
Her voice was a soft and husky whisper as she begged for more.
“Open,” he said, from far and away. The tap on her cheek reminded her to spread her lips. Tooth. Dentist.
Something thick and hard and heavy filled her mouth. She moaned around it as fingers rubbed her clit. Her head was lower than her feet now, the chair tilted far back. Yet that thickness thrusting, slow and steady, anchored her.
‘nailed her’, she thought, the pun of it making her want to giggle. She was giddy, and-and-and- suddenly soaring, exploding, her lower body arching as her cunt clenched around the fingers invading her.
She felt the slap of testicles against her head as he began to pump harder. He grunted now, nearing his end. She felt the thick head of his cock pressing deeper with every stroke, felt the clenching gag rise as he filled her throat. His fingers pinched her clit hard as she tried to toss her head, to seek breath as he held there, deep-seated.
The tang of semen washed against her tongue as he came, pulling out halfway before thrusting deeply and disgorging his load. Small mewling sounds and wriggling presaged her own explosion as his fingers clamped even harder onto her clit. The pain and pleasure sent her reeling over the edge.
Walking into her apartment, she pinned the card onto her fridge.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014