I had fucked my dentist before. But the night he had me over to his place was something else.
He was handsome, late 30’s, well built, dark complexion. We had found common ground when I had my 3rd appointment with him and he asked about my tattoos and proceeded to show me his under his white coat, and it turned out we had quite a few things in common. I kind of had the hots for him, and the submissive aspect of being a dentist’s patient had already thrown some fantasies into my head, so when he asked me whether I’d like to have a drink with him sometime I immediately agreed, and it only took about 10 minutes after the first beer for us to be back in my car kissing and touching each other while I raced through the city back to my house. Then we fucked. And basically that happened a few times after that. We’d meet for drinks or dinner, and end up in the sheets before much food or drink was consumed. He was strong, and seeing as I’m rather petite he was throwing me around with some ease and I loved feeling like his toy. He was rather dominant, often pinning me down or stretching me out into challenging positions, pulling hair, slapping…I loved every minute. We’d often spend all night awake smoking weed and listening to music between fucking.
A few weeks went by and I didn’t hear from him. I figured maybe he’d had his fun and our fling had sort of faded in his mind. I was sad, but in a way I knew I’d see him again for my next dentists appointment so I went on with my life and found other guys to enjoy myself with. One of those nights seeking someone out at the bar, I had gotten as far as having a guys hand up my dress at one of the booths in the lounge section of the bar when I got a text. It was from him. It said “My house, tonight. I have something I’d like to show you.”, and it included an address. The idea of seeing him, being invited over to his place finally, and the excitement of being shown “something” turned me on so much I came almost immediately from the other guys fingers. Once I’d caught my breath I excused myself and made a move to leave, much to the poor dude’s disappointment. I made no effort to clean up. I was soaked between my legs and the feeling kept me turned on, plus I knew he’d like it when I walked into his house soaked and smelling of sex. He liked my deviant side.
I was right. The moment he opened the door he came in straight for a kiss and grabbed my ass. His hand felt the dampness of my wet panty fabric and he pulled away for a second, looked at me straight in the eyes with a conniving smile, and said “I’m glad you’re happy to be here. Follow me.” My thighs clenched at his expressions and words, and after I caught my breath I stepped into his house, closing the door behind me.
The place was cavernous and austere. Few lights and candles lit the dim spaces. He led me through a corridor into a big square room with a cathedral-like vaulted ceiling. In one corner, a massive fireplace, burning away, and the only light in the room apart from a few candles. Against one wall, a stunning mahogany piece of furniture upon which his record player and stereo system were set, and his massive collection of LP’s was set into the different openings. Against the opposite wall, a big, supple couch, enough for 7 or 8 people to easily snuggle. In front of the couch a minimalist glass coffee-table with 2 bottles of red and 2 glasses (fuck yes!) set upon a fluffy rug. Above the couch hung a massive photograph of a perfect female mouth, slightly ajar, tongue running over the top teeth. Maybe dentistry was more than just a profession to him, I thought.
After a couple of glasses and rummaging through his records, having picked a few as our evenings’ playlist, we moved to the couch. We downed our glasses, he re-filled them, and then he shoved me onto my back and lay on top of me. His tongue was inside my mouth without hesitation, and a strong hand made its way up my thighs and pressed hard onto my soaking cunt. I groaned loudly, and thrust my hips harder into his hand. He pushed me back down with his weight and pinned my hands to my sides. “You don’t need to move a muscle,” he said. “Let me do the work”. I dropped my head back onto the soft couch pillows, took a deep breath, and relaxed, letting my body go limp. His hands began at my neck, fingernails tracing every inch of my skin over by breasts, tickling my belly, and then past my panty-line and down my thighs. Once they reached my feet he gave them a quick blissful rub, before kissing my big toes, and then, alternating legs, kissed his way up to my sweet, musty, wet crotch. He peeled my panties off and I felt that familiar coolness as my wetness was exposed to the air. I felt his stubble grazing my labia, and then a warm soft tongue enveloping my clit. My hips bucked again and again he pushed me back down. I closed my eyes, and shut everything out of my mind except the feeling of his expert tongue caressing my sex. He was good. He worked in waves. He would build me up, then bring me back down, then build me up again. I was in ecstasy. I felt a huge grin on my face that I couldn’t wipe off. I was so close. The music in the background was building as well, and it took me on a journey with the pleasure I was feeling. I was going to cum. He knew it too. His hands reached up and roughly squeezed my breasts as his tongue put more pressure on my clit. Then, as if he planned it, the split second the song ended, I lost it. My body tightened up and a deep animalistic growl escaped my mouth into the silence of the room as I curled up into a ball and shivered my way through an epic orgasm.
I took a moment to catch my breath. When I sat up again I saw he was holding out my wine glass which he had re-filled. I gulped it down without a word, stood up, flipped over the record, knelt before him on the floor, and swallowed his cock. He grabbed the hair at the back of my head and held me down on it. I gagged on it and slobbered all over his crotch. He pulled my head up off of him and fixed his eyes into mine. “I’m going to fuck your mouth like a fleshlight.” I gasped for a breath as my heart seemed to skip a beat before he shoved himself inside my mouth again. It didn’t take long for him to cum. He thrust inside me so fucking hard and so fast I’m surprised he didn’t fuck my throat up or make me puke on him. I had makeup running down my face from the tears from my eyes and the drool. He slapped my face a few times then pushed my head down as far onto his shaft as it would go. His pulsing cock filled the back of my throat with his warm cum. He let go of me and I fell back onto the floor. I sat up and made sure he was looking at me as I swallowed his load in one go, and licked my lips.
We sat on the couch for a while after that. He grabbed a couple of blankets that we threw over our naked bodies, failing at covering up much, and we listened to a couple more records while he had his fingers buried in me, and I toyed with his cock and balls, then we fucked and we finished that second bottle of wine.
“I’m glad you wrote me,” I said. “I thought you’d lost interest. This was amazing. Your place is amazing. Your records, your wine…you…all amazing.”
“Oh, how could anyone lose interest in you? I’m just glad you came. But, listen, this isn’t exactly what I wanted to show you.”
“Oh?”
“But, I don’t know, it’s a little embarrassing. I like you and I’m worried you’ll think I’m weird.”
“Oh come on,” I said. “You can’t just leave me hanging like that! Besides, we seem to be on the same page about everything so, what are you worried about?”
“Ok. Ok, fine, but at least promise me that you won’t laugh, or run away, and if you think it’s strange, we can talk about it. Ok?”
“Ok I’m seriously intrigued now. Look, I promise, you don’t have to worry.
“Well then, wrap yourself up and follow me upstairs. Bring your glass.”
We each pulled a throw-blanket over our shoulders. I was a little more drunk than I would like to admit. I was stumbling over my own bare feet walking through hallways and staircases. Fortunately he was helpful, holding his arm around me and letting his hand fall to the small of my back…and a little further down, whenever I seemed to have my footing. I’m pretty sure I was leaning most of my weight on him, and squeezing his butt, and maybe moaning in his ear. Ugh. It makes me cringe thinking about myself drunk. But fuck…the sex is amazing.
We were on the second floor (how big is this guys’ house?!). We stopped at a nondescript door. As I eagerly went for the door-handle, he grabbed my forearm. He looked deep into my eyes and kissed me. I groaned as my groin tightened. The cool air accentuating the wetness between my thighs. Then he opened the door himself, and ushered me in. There was only a bare, dim bulb in the ceiling, and it took my eyes a few moments to adjust.
The room was square. The ceilings were high, like in the rest of the house. The walls were painted a slate grey. A wave of goosebumps washed over me. There was a sterile steel cupboard in one corner of the room. No windows. And, finally, the thing my eyes froze on, in the middle of the room. A dentist’s chair. It wasn’t your regular dentist’s chair though. There was no light above it. There was no tray of instruments next to it. Just a plain, strangely comfortable looking dentist’s chair.
“What…is this?” I stuttered.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
I paused. We locked eyes. My throat tightened up, and so did my pussy. I took a few more steps into the room towards the chair.
“If you trust me, please sit down. If you don’t let’s leave, ok? I don’t want this to get weird…” he said.
I looked back at him. I thought back to moments ago and the gut-wrenching orgasm that he gave me. My body was on fire. I let the blanket fall to my feet, and, as sexily as I could, walked on my tip-toes to the chair and sat down, laying back into the cold leather.
I watched him as he closed the door slowly, and walked over to me, smiling. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth and his hands caressing my body, coming to rest on my soaking mound, one finger flicking my clit.
“Do you mind being blindfolded?”
“No”, I moaned. He walked over to the cupboard. I lifted my head but couldn’t see past him into it. He walked back towards me and slowly, gently placed a leather blindfold over my eyes and fastened it tightly behind my head.
“I’m going to do a ball-gag next, ok?”
I answered by nodding. My mind was racing too hard to put any words together.
I heard his footsteps again and then he was back beside me, gently opening my mouth with his thumb. I felt the ball slot into my mouth and again he fastened it behind my head.
“Since you can’t speak, your safe-word will be three groans, one right after the other. Try it.”
I let out three guttural groans. He said I was a good girl. I moaned and squirmed in the chair.
Again he walked to the cupboard and back. I heard what sounded like some heavy-duty velcro straps. Sure enough, he way tying down my ankles next. I protested and kicked at him, playfully, with my free foot, which he immediately grabbed and forcefully strapped down as well. I hadn’t felt this strength before, and it was making me melt. My hands were next, tied tight to the armrests at the wrist.
I heard his breath next to my ear again.
“I’m going to play with you now. But first, I’m going to put a mask over your face. When I turn it on, it’ll put you to sleep. I’m going to play with you while you’re asleep. Then I’ll let you wake up and continue until you cum. While you’re orgasming, I’ll put you back to sleep, and wake you up again and make you cum again…and so on, until you use the safe-word…understood?”
My brain was in panic mode. What the fuck. How would I know what he was doing to me if I was passed out? My body, on the other hand, had other thoughts…
I nodded. I heard him at the cupboard again, and then heard him put something heavy down next to the chair.
The first thing I felt made me jump. It was cold, and it trickled down my inner thigh. It’s just lube, he said. He massaged my soaking pussy all over with the lube, then I felt him lower a mask onto my face.
“Breath deep” he said. And I did. And I felt drowsy.
I yelped as I came-to. I can’t speak! I remembered the gag. It was pitch black! I remembered the blindfold…then I felt it. In-out-in-out-in-out. It was big. I groaned. As I came out of my daze I began hearing the squelching noises. I was soaking. And it felt good.
“Relax, enjoy it,” he said.
Goosebumps covered my body again as I heard his voice. In my stupor I hardly noticed myself begin to grind against whatever sizeable toy he was thrusting in and out of me. It was ribbed or something. Maybe it was meant to feel like the veins on a real cock. It felt good. It felt deep. I felt every bump in it. Being deprived of my sight seemed to heighten my sense of feeling. I was breathing faster. He was moving faster. Ever so slightly with each stroke. Then I flashed back to him telling me he’d be making me cum over and over again, and the memory of him uttering the phrase made me frantic. I squirmed and bucked my hips harder to his rhythm. His thrusts didn’t get faster anymore, but more forceful. I could feel the base of the dildo or whatever toy hit against my clit with each thrust.
My back arched. I groaned loudly. My legs tensed for an instant…then buckled and shuddered. I was cumming hard. Then I felt the mask over my face, and as my body shivered and my pussy pulsed, I drifted off again.
When I slipped back into reality, everything felt cosier. My muscles were relaxed. I felt content. And then I noticed his hands. They were gliding all over me, caressing, massaging. He must’ve used oil because I felt the familiar feeling on my skin from the times I went to the spa. Then I heard his voice, and felt his breath as he spoke, his mouth probably an inch from my ear.
“Thank you, for trusting me with your body,” he said, deeply. I moaned. “You have the most luxurious figure. Every inch of you is perfect and deserves my infinite attention.”
I tried to jokingly say “you’re insane” but all that came out was a muffled spray of drool.
“I’ve been massaging you for almost half an hour. I hope you feel relaxed. I could run my hands over you all day. But I particularly enjoy it here…” he said as he pinched one nipple, then the other, “…and here…” as he ran his fingernails up the insides of my thighs, “…and most of all, here,” as he slipped two fingers inside my warm loins and rested his thumb on my clit.
“You are so fucking gorgeous. You have no idea how long I’ve fantasized about doing this to you. I only wish I could do it at my practice, and show you off to everyone. A prized possession, you are. If I had my way you wouldn’t spend a minute without my fingers, tongue, or cock enjoying your delicious little slit…” and so he continued as he ever so slowly penetrated me and flicked my clit with his thumb.
Every word made my heart skip. He went on for what felt like 15 minutes. Telling me how he’d fuck me, tie me, abuse me, show me off, break me, cover me in cum, humiliate me, have me used by his friends, show me off to the internet…
And then I came again. It was more sudden, more violent than the last one. I gasped and held my breath as my whole body clenched, again for an instant, then exploded in waves of pleasure. I could feel my vagina clamping down on his fingers and oozing juices out as he lowered the mask onto my face and let me drift off again…
My whole body felt it when I woke up this time. I felt like my whole body was vibrating. All of me. Whatever he had…maybe it was one of those magic wands I kept reading about and watching videos of girls getting off with. I felt like I was only conscious for a few seconds before the feeling was almost too much for me. I squirmed and tried to clench my thighs together to push him/it away but his strength overcame mine.
“Don’t fight it. It’ll be over soon.”
I groaned and took a deep breath. It felt like I had my clit under a constant, powerful stream of water. It was on the literal border between pain and pleasure. It wasn’t long before I went limp with orgasm again, but this time he said he’d let me cum one more time. I moaned in protest but he didn’t respond. He just kept the vibrator pressed firmly against me, and then, in one go, pushed that monster dildo from before back inside me.
“Relax. Don’t clench. Focus on the sensations, not the pain. Breathe”
I tried. My breath was erratic, not yet fully recovered from my previous orgasm. He wasn’t thrusting with the dildo, just holding it way deep inside of me. I thought I could feel it in my gut. My sweaty hands grasped for something to hold onto but kept slipping off the leather of the armrest. My body was aching to move, but his firm weight on my pelvis kept me pinned down.
Suddenly, he turned the vibrators’ strength up. It was too much. I shrieked from behind the gag. I was crying. It hurt so fucking good. And then I came again. I made a noise I never made before, like a fucking animal. I was shivering, drooling, groaning and moaning, and then the mask…and then I was out…
Again I opened my eyes. Nothing was happening. I was still tied to the chair. But the blindfold was gone. And so was the gag.
I looked around the room and saw him rearranging a box of toys in the cupboard. I wondered for a moment how many of those had been in or on me while I was out.
“Hey” I said. My voice hoarse.
“Oh, there you are,” he said as he turned to look at me with a smile. He approached me and gave me a long, soft kiss on the mouth. “You’re incredible. I am so lucky. But we’re not quite done. Nothing crazy this time. I’m just going to fuck you, gently, but you’re going to stay tied there. It’s my turn to cum.”
I moaned. “I want you. So. Fucking. Bad”
He was naked already. His hands were all over me in no time. He walked around in front of me and got between my legs. Entering me was effortless…I don’t think I have ever been that wet in my life.
It felt incredible being able to see and kiss him, after all that deprivation, which I had no idea how long it lasted. This time it was him who didn’t last long. Within maybe 10 thrusts his eyes closed and he let out a long sigh as every muscle in his body became beautifully defined as it tensed up, and I felt his warm load pulse out inside me.
There was no mask this time, but I passed out anyway. I was exhausted.
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