Doctor Drill - Sex Stories

Doctor Drill

... o’clock now. Can you be here at three thirty?” Without thinking or considering, Chloe answered in a sweet voice, “Yes Mavis, I will make it.” And she ended the call. It suddenly dawned on her that she had to get out of the office, home, into a pair of jeans and be at the dentist in thirty minutes. ‘Oh fuck,’ she thought to herself, ‘never going to make it…’ She trotted to the ladies room and looked at herself in the mirror. Hair, make-up, lips. She was fine. No time to stop along the way. It shocked her once again that she agreed to the appointment dressed the way she was. ‘Oh well,’ she thought, ‘let it be then,’ and left for the basement where her car was. On the way to the dentist, considering her predicament, she remembered the little assistant Marc had. She was a little redhead he probably handpicked form hundreds of girls. She was faintly freckled with large green eyes which made her kinda cute. Chloe remembers her soft cool hands as she assisted with the suction pipe in her mouth the last time. It was not lost on Chloe how close the little assistant moved to Marc. She was practically shoving her pert little titties right into his face as she leaned over to get something from the tray next to him. Slut! That move had placed those titties right above her and she could see how those little puppies were straining against the tunic. Chloe still smiled inward, wondering what Red’s reaction would have been had she, if she could, extended her tongue and pushed it between ...

... the buttons holding the tunic together. ‘Shame on you Chloe,’ she chastised herself for the thought. Anyway, with cute young Red at his side he probably won’t even look at her. Changing her thoughts, Chloe hoped she was not required to get any treatment. She hated the drill and the sound it made, the feeling of the filling being forced into the cavity, the water being sprayed inside her mouth, the suction. She hated it! As Chloe walked into the dentist rooms, Mavis came around the counter with her handbag draped over her shoulder. Red was sitting behind the counter, tunic straining as usual, a sweet smile on her cute face. “Hello Chloe,” she greeted sweetly, “Marc will be with you shortly.” Chloe was quick on picking up the familiarity in Red’s voice but she brushed it off, not considering for a moment her own thoughts a meagre half hour ago. It was quiet in the rooms. Normally you would hear the sound of the dentist’s drill as it makes its high pitched “wheeeeeee” and the subdued talking. But it was quiet. Mavis had longs since left and Chloe decided to browse a magazine to while away the time. Her fingers flipped the pages listlessly as she wondered why Grant had been so ‘off’ the past few weeks. She considered their relationship. They got along well, he supported her a lot in her job, they spent ample time together, went out, had friends… the sex was great, no complaint there. She thought back to the last few times together. She imagined his hardness parting her pussy lips ...