Saturday dawned crisp and clear, the kind of morning that begged for a walk despite the slight ache nagging Dan’s jaw. He’d popped a hydrocodone pill last night, the bottle now half empty after a week of fitful sleep, the dull throb from his extraction site was finally almost gone. But the hole where his tooth had been was a constant reminder of Bridgets hands those purple latex gloved fingers, that strange sultry murmur he recalled.

At 9:55 a.m., he walked up the small hill to her Victorian, the dark brick softened by golden light filtering through the trees. The prescription slip crinkled in his pocket, but it was her “note please come at 10 a.m. I’d like to take my time with you” that had his pulse racing. He knocked quietly, shifting nervously, the memory of her pantyhose and that hazy, gas dream and feeling replaying in his head.

The door swung open, and there stood Bridget a curvy, the ginger-haired knockout. Her hair was a wild cascade of copper curls, tumbling past her shoulders in a fiery tangle that caught the sunlight, framing a heart shaped face with pale, creamy skin.

Her green eyes sparkled with mischief under arched brows, sharp and inviting. At five foot-five, she was petite but packed with lush, sexy curves wide hips flaring out, thick thighs that begged to be touched, and a delicious, rounded ass that sat firm and full, its smooth contours perfect.

Today she was wearing a loose gray tank top that hung off her shoulders, its thin straps slipping to reveal a black exercise bra that hoisted her 38DD bust, her full, heavy breasts straining against the tight fabric, her nipples faintly visible behind the dark material.

High waisted light gray leggings completed the outfit that clung to her lower half, sculpting to her legs, and thighs before dropping to her crotch and a pronounced camel toe.

Dan could swear he could see the outline of her juicy lips against the seam, the slit’s outline a deep, shadowed crease that looked it was shifting tantalizing with each movement, a raw invitation that made Dan’s throat tighten.

Her ass shifted as she stepped back, and turned the leggings molding to her asses, plump shape. Yet another enticing aspect to Bridget as he watched it swish under the taut material. White ankle socks in slim flats hugged her small, dainty feet completed the look.

Bridget’s lips, full and pink, curved into a warm smile, parting to reveal straight, perfect teeth as she tuned again to face him as she closed the door.

Dan found her curvy body insanely sexy every inch of her screamed temptation, a ginger goddess he couldn’t peel his eyes off. “Right on time, Dan,” she said, her voice low and velvety, a faint Irish lilt curling around his name like a tease. “I’ve already set everything up for your dental exam, follow me and will get started.”

Dan followed, Bridget trying to not look like his eyes were glued to her ass as

she walked, her plump ass swaying hypnotically with each step, the leggings hugging her firm curves so tightly, they wiggle sexily making his cock twitch in his jeans.

Worse was each time she turned to smile at him as they walked her camel toe shifted with every move, the fabric digging into her slit, and was that a damp spot?

Dan could swear he saw one as we watched he could see a faint darkening at her crotch, subtle but there, or maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him. He couldn’t tell, but it sent a jolt through him, his breath catching. “So, uh, how’s your week been?” he asked, voice rough, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets to try and hide the growing bulge at his crotch.

“Ohh rather busy lots of excitement,” Bridget replied, glancing back with a knowing smile that sent a jolt through him.

“I tired to trim the roses yesterday nearly took a thorn to the finger, but they’re looking grand now. Been meaning to get more done around here could use an extra pair of hands full-time, you know? Someone to stick around, help with the heavy lifting. You?”

“I here you work has been a grind for me,” Dan said, barely hearing her words, his eyes locked on her camel toe, then flicking to her ass, was that a damp no it couldn’t be spot or was it? He tried to focus but the thought was messing with his head.

“The subway has been packed all week standing room only. My jaw was sore for a while but those pills help, lucky it seems fine now but chewing is still different missing one front tooth.”

He dragged his eyes up, cheeks hot, her curvy figure lighting him up.

“Glad they helped and yes losing a front tooth does change your chewing I’m afraid Dan, but I’m sure I can help you with that,” she said, her tone light but suggestive. “You’ve been a trooper with that tooth. How’s the yard holding up? Still keeping it tidy for me?”

“Good,” he mumbled, eyes again dropping to her ass as she walked in front of him, then snapping away, as she turned her words half-lost as he watched her leggings stretch. “Worked on the bushes one is not so green think it’s dying as it’s shedding like crazy leaves keep falling raked it clean, but need to try and fix it.”

“Ohh yes one always has looked a little sick,” she chuckled, her voice a soft melody. “But it goes keep you busy good thing you’re handy. Saved me a fortune already. I’ve been thinking, Dan you’re too good to just pop by now and then. What if you stayed closer? Worked here steady could use you every day, really. How’s that sound?”

“Yeah, cash helps,” Dan said, off hand still trying and failing to not be mesmerized by her tight ass and camel toe fogging his brain, her hints sliding past him as he fixated on that possible damp spot. “Beats hauling boxes for my buddy he’s a packrat. Got a garage full of junk and only pays in bad pizza.”

“Sounds like a character,” Bridget teased, slowing as they neared the hallway. “You’re a good sport most wouldn’t put up with my roses and my stairs. How’s your health holding up, Dan? All that subway time must wear you down could use someone strong like you living here, would help keep you in top shape, hmm?

“You could crash in my spare bedroom some nights better than that damp basement you’re stuck in.” Her eyes twinkled, dropping another hint he barely caught, too lost in the way her leggings hugged her vagina and firm ass, the possible dampness spreading faintly in his imagination.

“Nah, I’m no pro,” he said, shifting to hide his hardening cock, her words a blur. “Just need the cash. You’re easy and nice to work for makes it worth it.”

“Flatterer,” she said, her green eyes gleaming. “Maybe you’d like staying with me full time beats that basement life, no? Could fix you up properly keep you healthy, close by.” The large oak door stood ajar, warm light spilling out, the faint hum of equipment audible. “Here we are got everything set up for you.”

As they walked in the dental suite was alive, overhead pot lights casting a golden glow across the sterile space. The massive surgical light hummed faintly, powered on but dimmed, its articulated arms poised overhead like a halo of steel.

The anesthesia machine sat beside the large surgical blue dental chair, its surface studded with dials, gauges, and coiled tubes, a faint hiss already leaking from the valves. The chair itself was a beast padded vinyl with adjustable headrest and armrests, foot controls gleaming at the base, a built-in toolbar curving around the side loaded with tools: a suction hose with a curved tip, a water syringe hissing faintly, an ultrasonic scaler with its sleek, vibrating head, and a slow-speed handpiece for polishing, all clipped neatly in place.

Behind the chair, a sleek computer screen hovered with a floating keyboard, glowing softly with a patient chart open. A large X-ray unit on an articulated arm loomed near the TV screen on the back wall, its white head poised with a digital sensor, humming faintly. The TV displayed: Dan – D1110 (Prophylaxis – Cleaning), D0210 (Intraoral – Complete Series X-rays).

The chair was flanked by one tray with picks, probes, and mirrors curved sickle probes, fine-tipped explorers, round mirrors gleaming alongside X-ray mouth holders: bitewings and rings. A syringe rested on the counter, capped, next to a stack of gauze and a bottle of topical anesthetic.

Bridget turned to Dan, hands on her hips, leggings stretching tighter over her camel toe. “So, what’s the plan today?” he asked, voice unsteady, the clinical setup jarring against his arousal, the chair’s toolbar and humming tools making it feel much more real than the last time.

“I want to do a full dental exam, Dan,” she said, her green eyes locking onto his, steady and professional yet warm. “Check your teeth, see how that extraction site’s healing that front tooth was a mess last week. I also need a full picture of your oral health, especially since you’re working for me now. Sound good?”

Dan swallowed, nodding, the dental chair looming behind her. “Uh, yeah, sure. Full exam? Like… everything?”

“Everything,” she confirmed, her smile widening, clinical but kind. “X-rays, cleaning, the works gotta keep my favorite, handyman healthy. Please go sit in the chair while change into something more appropriate. Won’t be a minute.”

She pointed to the dental chair, its blue vinyl glinting, her tone firm but gentle, then slipped through the Office door, leaving it slightly ajar.

Dan shuffled to the chair, heart thudding as he sat, the cool vinyl creaking under his weight, the toolbar’s suction hose dangling slightly, the ultrasonic scaler’s faint buzz prickling his nerves. He eyed the setup the scaler’s sharp hook, the water syringe’s nozzle, the X-ray unit overhead like a sci-fi prop, the calendar staring back: Dan - D1110, D0210.

His fingers tapped the armrests nervously he hadn’t brushed well lately, maybe skipped a day or two, and his flossing sticks were still in the package unopened. “Shit,” he muttered, running his tongue over his teeth, tasting coffee and fuzzy neglect.

A few minutes passed, the room’s hum filling the silence, until the Office door opened fully. Bridget stepped out, and Dan’s breath hitched. She wore a surgical scrub dress, a soft teal that stopped just above her knees, hugging her lush figure. The V-neck dipped to hint at her 38DD bust, clinging to her full breasts, tapering at her waist, and flaring over her hips. Her ass pressed against the tight fabric, the hem teasing her thick thighs.

White pantyhose shimmered over her legs, taut and sheer, and Dan wondered no panties again? his jeans tightening further, arousal spiking as he pictured her bare mound beneath. Her ginger curls spilled over her shoulders, framing her face, her green eyes catching his stare with a spark.

“How do you like my scrub dress, Dan?” she asked, twirling slightly, the hem lifting an inch. “Haven’t worn it in ages thought it’d be fitting. How’s it look?”

“You…you look incredible,” he blurted, voice rough, heat creeping up his neck. As he then blurted out, “I wish you were my dentist.” Her smile froze, her eyes widening slightly, a flush creeping up her cheeks as something clicked behind her gaze excitement, possibility, a hungry edge.

She tilted her head, lips parting as if to speak, then turned abruptly to the anesthesia machine, her fingers turning a dial up a notch, the hum deepening faintly. She grabbed an iPad from a drawer, setting it on the counter with a soft clack, her movements quick, almost eager, her breath hitching slightly as she glanced back at him, her expression a mix of delight and calculation.

“Well, aren’t you sweet, Dan,” she said finally, her tone playful but layered, like she was spinning a new plan sunddenly. She grabbed purple surgical gloves from a box, snapping them on with a pop-pop, flexing her plump hands as the latex gleamed under the lights. She pulled a blue surgical mask from a wall mounted dispenser, looping it over her ears, tugging it snug until it crinkled with her breathing.

She walked over, hips swaying, and settled onto the dental stool beside him. With a tap of the foot pedal, the chair whirred, lowering until Dan was looking up at the ceiling, the dim surgical lamp array a shadowy grid above. Bridgets masked face appeared, curls framing her like a halo, eyes crinkling with a smile.

“Will be doing a full examination of your teeth, Dan,” she said, voice muffled but warm, professional with an edge of care. “X-rays, and cleaning to get a clear picture since you’re in my employ now. Alright?” Dan nodded, a nervous twist in his gut as he hadn’t flossed in months, and his brushing was half-assed at best. She tilted her head, catching his unease. “Don’t worry I’ll take good care of you. Been a while since your last checkup, I bet?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, nervously fidgeting, in the dental chair, the vinyl creaking. “Like… a year? Maybe two.”

“Thought so,” she said, chuckling softly. “We’ll sort you out. Gotta keep my crew in fighting shape.” She flicked on the surgical light on fully, its LEDs blazing to life with a soft hum, bathing his face in stark white light.

She picked up a dental mirror and a sickle probe from the tray, their steel glinting as she bent down, her jasmine scent mingling with the antiseptic air. “Open wide, Dan,” she said, her tone a gentle command.

He hesitated, lips parting slowly, nerves jangling, and Bridget chuckled, a knowing sound. “Oh, Dan, too shy to open up? Don’t worry I know just what’ll keep that mouth open for me.”

She reached over to the tray, grabbing a disposable O-shaped rubber cheek expander from a tray, its sterile blue surface glistening faintly. “Open wide again let’s get this in.”

He complied this time, and she leaned in, her gloved fingers deftly inserting the device. The rubber ring slid between his lips, its firm edges pressing against the corners of his mouth, pulling them wide and taut to expose his teeth and gums fully. Dan felt the stretch, a slight tug at his cheeks as the expander locked into place, his mouth held open in a perfect oval, the cool air hitting his tongue, a faint rubber taste settling in.

Bridget adjusted it with a slow twist, her latex-clad fingertips brushing his lips lightly, then murmured, “God, you look delicious like this it reminds me of working on my husband, all open and helpless.”

“Ih’s feeeel weihd,” Dan mumbled, the expander garbling his words, and Bridget laughed, a soft, professional chuckle.

“Yeah, it takes some getting used to. I’ll check your teeth first, see what we’re working with before we do the X-rays.”

He tried speaking again “Teef ah fine” and she shook her head, smirking behind the surgical mask. “Oh, Dan, I already spotted a couple of cavities just from that extraction mess last week those dark spots don’t lie. But let’s take a closer look, huh?”

She leaned closer, mirror and probe in hand, and began tapping his teeth, her gloved fingers steady and precise. “Feel free to rest your hand here,” she murmured casually, nudging his one arm with her knee as she worked, her tone offhand but inviting.

His hand brushed her pantyhose clad leg, the nylon smooth and warm under his palm, and she didn’t pull away, her focus still on his mouth. She angled the mirror, probing his upper front tooth extraction site #8. “Let’s see this first….hmm, healing well, no infection. Gum line look healthy here no swelling, no pus. In another week, once the bone set, we can do an implant for this front tooth replace that gap with something solid. You’d like that, right? A nice, even smile again?”

Dan nodded, muffled “Yeh” and she nodded back, her tone genuine. “Good it’ll look great once we’re done. We’ll plan it out.” His hand lingered on her leg, and she shifted slightly, her thighs parting just a little bit, the movement subtle but encouraging.

He hesitated, then slid his fingers higher, testing, as she tapped his lower second molar (#19), her probe clicking against enamel. He winced at a sharp twinge, and she shushed him softly, “Easy now looks like a cavity here, lower second molar, two surfaces. Sensitive, huh? Been eating sweets on that side?”

“Uh…mmaybbbbeeee,” he slurred, and she sighed, a mix of disappointment and eagerness in her tone.

“Oh, Dan, you’ve let your oral health get away from you, candy’s no friend to teeth. Turning to type notes into the computer

“…..two surface teeth, need a filling.” Her fingers danced over the keyboard, adding notes. Her legs parted wider, a slow spread, and his fingers brushed her inner thigh, the pantyhose feeling warm, his courage building as she didn’t stop him. “Keep going, Dan,” she murmured, her voice dropping lower, “don’t hold back.” She continued to examine his teeth tapping his upper first premolar (#4). “Another cavity upper first premolar, on the surface and it looks deep.

Honestly, Dan, this is a bit of a mess but I’m excited to fix it up for you.”

“Yeh… s’pose,” he mumbled, his hand continuing to creep up higher under her dress, he than took a small breath and reached out to touch her crotch, freezing as the dress rode up slightly with her movements and he saw again had no panties, just damp pantyhose clinging to her skin, her curly orange pubic hair stark beneath the sheer white fabric. “Higher,” she urged, her tone a soft push, eyes flicking to his briefly, “go on.” His fingers pressed to her crotch feeling her vagina, and the coarse curls and soft, warm flesh through the nylon, he could feel her heat radiating, and she sighed, her breath hitching behind the surgical mask.

“Upper second molar (#3) has deep decay, possible root canal,” she continued, tapping harder, her probe scraping lightly. “Feel that? That’s a bad one might need a crown after. Oh, you’ve neglected this too long Dan you’re gonna be a fun project.”

She moved to a lower central incisor (#23). “Cracked enamel here lower central incisor, amalgam filling should do. And this wisdom tooth…..” she probed lower left wisdom tooth (#17)……..“impacted, needs extraction. Hurts when you chew, there sometimes doesn’t it?”

“Some’imesss,” he admitted, rubbing her crotch, her thighs trembling slightly as the pantyhose began to get very damp under his fingers, his touch bolder now with her encouragement.

“Thought so I’m adding that to the list, extraction soon,” she said, typing briskly. She tapped an upper canine (#6). “Chipped edge upper canine, resin bonding could fix it. And here….” she moved to upper first molar (#14)“heavy tartar buildup, periodontal scaling needed. Plaque’s thick I’m rather disappointing, Dan, but I do love a challenge.”

Her legs spread fully, the dampness at her crotch spreading, as Dan’s hand rubbed her vagina harder, her scent jasmine and arousal beginning to thickening the air. “This molar” lower right first molar (#30)“another cavity. Oh, Dan, your bite’s off to a minor jaw adjustment might help. Feel how these teeth don’t line up right?” She pressed his jaw lightly, guiding it side to side.

“Yeh… kindddaaa,” he slurred, her pussy pulsing under his touch.

“Lower second molar #18 sensitive, possible pulpitis, therapeutic pulpotomy if it worsens,” she said, tapping gently, noting his flinch, her voice tinged with excitement. “Oh, this one’s a mess love sorting these kinds out.” She moved to upper second premolar (#15). “Gingivitis started, localized scaling gums are red here, bleed when you brush?”

“Ssssometimes,” he muttered, and she nodded, typing again.

“Figures I’m adding that in. And lower right second premolar (#31) early caries, sealant to stop it. Upper left first premolar (#13) cracked, needs a filling too. Lower left canine (#22) tartar buildup, scaling there as well.

Oh, Dan, fifteen issues so for now whitening too, your teeth could use a brightening. Coffee drinker, huh?” She typed notes with one hand, her other steadying the mirror, her thighs quivering as Dan’s fingers pressed deeper, her arousal soaking through, her disappointment at his teeth clear but her enthusiasm bubbling for his hand.

“Yaaaa gessss sooo,” he said, voice thick, half from the expander, half from her heat.

“Fifteen issues, Dan,” she said, raising the chair with a tap of the pedal, the whir lifting him upright. “You’ve really let this slide shame on you, but I’m thrilled to get my hands you.” She stood, her gloved hand brushing his crotch teasingly, making him twitch. “No discomfort there, hmm? All that squirming’s not from your teeth, I bet.” She said as she removed the expander with a small pop.

He flushed, stammering….“Uh, no”….and she laughed, grabbing a lead apron from a hook and draping it over his chest, its heavy gray fabric crinkling. “Let’s get these X-rays done so I can see everything.” She picked up a bitewing holder from the tray, sliding the plastic tab between his teeth, the expander still in place. “Bite down, Dan and hold still.”

She adjusted the X-ray unit’s articulated arm, positioning the sensor against his cheek, the unit humming as she aligned it over his left molars. A soft beep sounded as she stepped back and pressed the button on the computer, the machine whirring briefly.

She repositioned it three more times right molars, front teeth, full bite each time sliding a new holder into his mouth, her gloved fingers brushing his lips as she worked, muttering, “Good… clear shot… let’s see that wisdom tooth…” The final beep echoed, and she stepped back, pulling up the images on the TV screen, a grayscale map of his dental mess flickering into view.

“See this?” she said, grabbing a digital stylus and circling a dark spot on #19. “That’s your lower second molar cavity nasty little thing. And here” she marked #3“upper second molar, root canal for sure, see the shadow at the root?” She tapped the screen, adding notes lower left wisdom tooth #17, upper first molar #14 muttering, “Tartar’s thick… wisdom tooth’s a goner…”

She peeled off her purple gloves, tossing them in a bin, and grabbed a fresh pair of purple ones, snapping them on with a pop-pop. She lowered the chair again with a whir, bending over him and reinserting the mouth O-shaped rubber cheek expander, her breasts close to his face through the scrub dress. Dan tried to speak “Ih’m worr’d ‘bout all dis” but the expander slurred his words. Bridget’s eyes softened, but her tone turned firm yet caring.

“Shh, Dan, I’ll take care of you so don’t fuss now. I need to power up the anesthesia machine for the deep cleaning as it’s going to hurt with the ultrasonic water pick blasting all that tartar off, especially on those sensitive spots. I want you comfortable, and relaxed I’m in control here, alright?”

She flipped a switch on the machine, a low hum starting up, the tubes rattling faintly, and Dan’s stomach twisted, nervous about the gas but unsure, his eyes darting to the dials

He mumbled “Ih… dunno…” and she leaned closer, her voice steady. “Trust me, Dan it’s the best way. You’ll feel pain otherwise, and I don’t want that.” She retrieved a purple nasal mask with a velcro strap and clear tubes, holding it up with a small smile. “This’ll keep you nice and relaxed please lift your head.” He hesitated, then lifted, and she leaned in close, her jasmine scent strong as she looped the tubes over his ears with slow, deliberate care, the faint rubbery whiff of the mask hitting his nose sharp, clinical, but also oddly thrilling.

She pressed it gently over his nostrils, the soft edges sealing against his skin, and lifted his head again, her fingers brushing his hair tenderly as she clipped the velcro strap around the back of his head, tugging them snug until the mask hugged his face tight, pressing slightly into his cheeks. Dan’s heart thudded nervous but he was aroused, the rubber smell mixing with her closeness, his cock stirring in his jeans.

“No need to be nervous,” she murmured, settling beside him, her gloved hand turning on the gas with a soft hiss from the anaesthesia machine, the controls out of his sight as she subtly dialed in the midazolam a faint, strong medicinal tang creeping into the sweet nitrous, unnoticed by Dan in his nervousness.

She spread her legs wide, the scrub dress riding up to her hips, her pantyhose-covered crotch gleaming with dampness, the white nylon stretched taut over her thick thighs, her lush hair glistening through the sheer fabric, “Breathe deeply, Dan slow and steady,” she cooed, taking his limp hand and resting it on her thigh, then guiding it higher as she rocked her hips slightly.

“In… out… feel it?” The gas flowed, cool and sweet, hazing his mind, and she slid his hand to her crotch, the nylon slick with her arousal, her heat pulsing as she pressed his fingers along her wet folds, parting the damp curls beneath. “Yes, Dan rub me there feel how wet I am,” she moaned softly, her thighs trembling, her encouragement growing “Harder, love” as he pressed deeper, her juices began coating his fingers, the gas thickening, his head swimming until he drifted, lost in her wetness and the haze.

When he sleepily opened his eyes again Bridget loomed over his mouth, the ultrasonic water pick buzzing in her right hand, spraying high-pressure streams against his teeth, the sharp whine vibrating in his jaw as she blasted tartar from his molars. A suction device a slender tube with a perforated tip was secured in the corner of his mouth, gurgling softly as it pulled saliva and water away, hooked to a Jennings gag a stainless steel frame with ratchet hinges clamped to his teeth, forcing his mouth wide open, the cold metal pressing hard against his gums, a faint metallic taste seeping in.

Picks and mirrors gleamed in her hand as she worked, her left hand probing with a scaler, scraping at a stubborn spot on #14. “Y’r so sexy,” he murmured drowsily, trying to lift his head, and move his hands but they they were not budging he hazily saw velcro restraints binding them to the armrests, his neck straining, confusion spiking when did that happen? He jerked slightly, slurring “Wha… wha’s goin’ on?” and Bridget gently pressed his head down with one purple gloved hand, her touch firm yet tender, while her other hand adjusted the nitrous controls, the hiss intensifying.

“Shh, Dan, it’s alright you’re just tied down so you don’t move while I work on your teeth,” she said, her voice soothing but laced with control, her gloved fingers caressing his cheek, stroking softly along his jaw. “Mixed some midazolam into the nitrous to keep you calm so just sleep a little more while I finish your teeth. Have some great plans for you, my love gonna fix those teeth up perfect, keep you with me long-term. We’ll talk after, we go over your list.”

He slurred “Wha… plans?” and she smiled behind the surgical mask, her hand lingering on his face. “Oh, you’ll see you will be nice and comfy here, all mine to take care of. Breathe deep now back to sleep.”

The gas’s hissing, buzzing and gurgling faded as he drifted back into a drugged slumber, her scaler clicking against his teeth, her caress a lingering anchor.

He opened his eyes again, still lying in the chair, groggy and disoriented, the room tilting slightly. His jeans were gone stripped off somehow his cock sticking up straight, painfully hard, throbbing in the cool air, precum beading at the tip. Bridget stood by the wall screen, stylus in hand, muttering to herself as she marked notes lower left wisdom tooth #17, upper second premolar #15“Root canal on upper second molar’s a must… wisdom teeth out by next month… tartar’s a mess on upper first molar… implant for front tooth in three weeks, whitening after…”

Her voice was a soft drone, snippets of dental work she planned, and Dan’s foggy mind caught fragments, his erection pulsing despite the haze. She stepped out of his view, and he heard a faint rustle and tearing fabric? a subtle rip-rip he couldn’t place, his head too heavy to turn, the restraints holding him securely. Then she returned, her thick, pantyhose-clad thighs swing over the chair, wrapping intimately around his crotch, the sheer white nylon brushing his erection as she mounted him, her weight settling warmly, her hands gripping his hips with possessive ease.

He groggily realized her crotch was completely ripped wide open now and her vagina was now only an inch from his twitching cock, her damp, thick orange pubic hair was gently grazing his shaft, her vagina glistening, the heat of it radiating to his cock.

“Dan,” she said, her voice low and intimate, a mix of tenderness and command, “I really like you a lot more than you know. It’s been years since someone’s looked at me the way you do, all hungry and stunned I see it every time you look at me. But I’m not like most woman. If you want this if you want me you’ve got to agree to some conditions, things I need to make this work.”

She shifted up, her crotch pressing against his cock, the torn pantyhose framing her wet vaginal lips, sliding slickly over his shaft, her juices smearing across his throbbing shaft and head, soaking him. “Don’t talk yet just listen, and nod ok,” she murmured, leaning forward, her breath warm on his face through the surgical mask’s edge.

“First: quit your job and work for me full-time be here every day, like I’ve been hinting. I need you close, fixing things, helping me out no more subway, no more running off.”

“Second: I’m your dentist now every tooth issue, every cleaning, every filling, I will handle it. You trust me with your mouth, no one else.”

“Third: She pulled reached for an iPad on the tray, pressing his restrained left hand toward it, her vagina dripping onto his cock as she rocked her hips, soaking his length, her heat pulsing against him. “Sign this it’s a consent form, lets me do any medically necessary thing I think your need teeth, checkups, whatever is required to keep you healthy under my care.”

“Last: move in with me and live here, sleep here, but you have to follow my rules. I call the shots, Dan my house, my way. It’s how I want this, how I need this to be for us.”

He tried “Ih… dunno…” but the gas and midazolam slurred his words, his mind a foggy swirl of lust and doubt, his hand twitching nervously over the iPad, the screen glowing under his fingers.

She pressed and closer, and slightly up her pussy sliding up, her curly hair parting, his swollen tip slipping just inside her pulsing entrance, her heat enveloping him, wet and tight. He gasped, slurring “Ih’m not sure… y’r so sexy… love y’r curves… but nervous…”and she laughed softly, a throaty sound, sinking a tiny bit more onto him, his mushroom head stretching her warm vaginal tunnel, her walls gripping him, slick and needy.

“You don’t have to be sure yet, Dan just trust me,” she purred, her voice a seductive lull, rocking her hips to tease his tip, her juices dripping down his shaft. “Say yes let me take care of you, make everything easy. No worries, no basement you get me, my body, all the things we’ll do together. Just sign, my love give in to me.”

He slurred“Wha’s th’ documen’?” his hand trembling, unsure, the iPad heavy against his palm, and she laughed again, bending down to kiss him, her lips crashing into his, hot and demanding, her tongue plunging past the gag’s edge to tangle with his, her pussy squeezing his tip as she whispered against his mouth, “It’s nothing to fret over my darling it just lets me look after you, keep you mine. You want this, don’t you? Feel how much I want you, how much my body wants you!”

He moaned into her kiss “Yeh… buttttt…” nerves spiking, his cock throbbing inside her entrance, her heat overwhelming him, the sexual tension thick and heavy, the air charged with her scent and the gas’s haze.

She pulled back, her green eyes locking onto his, intense and hungry, her gloved hands sliding up his chest as she cooed, “I love when men fight this I’m going to enjoy making you mine, Dan. Just sign the iPad let me have you, right here, right now. Feel me feel how bad I need you.”

Her pussy pulsed around his tip, wet and insistent, her thighs trembling against his hips, urging him inside her.

His restrained hands scrabbled at the iPad, fingers shaking as he hovered over the signature line, arousal clashing with fear, her warmth teasing him deeper. “Ih… dun… pplllesssse…” he slurred, and she sank down a fraction more, her pussy swallowing another inch, her walls clenching tight, her voice a sultry whisper “Yes, Dan that’s it sign, and I’m yours all night, every night. You’ll see.”

He moaned, the pressure building, and scratched a shaky scrawl across the screen. She sighed happily, pulling it away, and sank down fully, her wet pussy taking his shaft inch by throbbing inch, her orange curls parting around his thick cock as it slid deep into her tight pussy. He felt her walls clenching around him like a vise, slick with her arousal.

Dan moaned in ecstasy, eyes locked on his dick disappearing into her glistening slit, the torn white pantyhose framing her plump thighs, her juices dripping down his shaft to pool at his base, soaking his pubic hair.

She rocked her hips, slow and deliberately her pussy stretching around him, sucking him in with every thrust, her curly bush brushing his pelvis, tickling his skin with each grind.

“Fuck, Dan your cock’s so big,” she gasped, her voice raw, her hips rolling harder, his shaft slipping in and out, coated in her thick, creamy juices, the wet slap-slap of her pussy hitting his pelvis filling the dental room. “So thick stretching me just right God, I’m going to enjoy teaching you to pleasure me.”

He moaned louder, his balls tightening, her pussy clenching him, hot and dripping, her pantyhose legs squeezing his hips, the nylon rasping against his skin. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest through the scrub dress, her gloved hands sliding up his shirt to find his nipples, pinching them hard through the fabric, twisting his tender nipples between her latex clad fingers. “I’m gonna cum, Dan and you need to cum with me,” she panted, her breath ragged, her pussy spasming around him, her juices gushing down his cock as she slammed her hips faster, her ass bouncing against his thighs.

He groaned, the pleasure and pain of her fingers spiking through him “Nooo… wasait…” trying to hold back, his cock throbbing inside her, but she slammed down harder, her pussy crashing against his base, her walls convulsing as she screamed, “Cum now, Dan fill me up now and give it to me!” Her orgasm hit, her pussy clamping down like a fist, milking his shaft, and he couldn’t stop his cock pulsed violently, erupting deep inside her, thick ropes of cum shooting into her womb, hot and heavy, spurt after spurt flooding her as she rode him, her vaginal walls sucking him dry, coaxing every last drop out of him.

He thrust up weakly, his balls emptying, his cum mixing with her juices, dripping out around his shaft to drip down onto the chair, her tight tunnel pulsing around him as she shuddered, her climax soaking his lap, her pantyhose thighs trembling against his skin. “Fuck yes give me it all,” she gasped, grinding down to milk the last spurts, her pussy still contracting, around his spent cock.

Dan fell back, exhausted, chest heaving, sweat beading on his forehead, his body limp against the chair. Bridget leaned forward, kissing him passionately, her lips crashing into his, her tongue diving deep past the Jennings gag, tasting his surrender, her breath hot and ragged.

She pulled back, her green eyes glinting with triumph, and leaned forward cranking up the gas controls higher, the hiss roaring as the nitrous flooded the nasal mask, thick and heavy. “Sleep now, love,” she whispered, her voice a velvety purr, sliding one purple gloved hand into his mouth, her latex fingers probing his tongue, brushing his teeth as the gag held him open.

“You’re mine now, Dan all mine to fix up, to play with. This mouth of yours God, I’m gonna love working on it, making it perfect.” She twisted her fingers deeper, stroking his gums, her other hand caressing his cheek as the gas surged, a dizzying wave crashing over him. “Your new room’s waiting and your new life. Sweet dreams, I will take you there gonna be so good, so safe, all for me.”

Her purple gloved hand lingered in his mouth, her touch possessive and intimate, the gas thickening until his eyes fluttered shut, her words echoing as darkness swallowed him, her warmth and the latex taste lingering intensely.

End: Chapter 2