A First Time for Everything
by Pepe
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
He sat me down, trying to keep me relaxed. Before we started, we
negotiated what was to be done. We both knew what I needed. I ached
for that certain something only his....treatment....could provide.
My hands were shaking. While I had never been subject to this sort of
experience before, I had read a great deal about them. I hoped I was
ready but I was unsure. He tilted the chair back. I was at his
mercy.
Bright light. Shining directly into my face. Even with my eyes
closed, I could see the brightness. Squinting, I could see him
readying himself over me.
He began by probing me. Slowly. Carefully. His tool finding its way
into my waiting mouth. I fought to remain still. His touch reassured
me. He remained calm and cool, as if he'd done this ten-thousand
times before. Perhaps he had. I just knew I needed it now. The smell
of latex filled me. He was so close.
Then he drilled me. Hard. Again and again. My jaws ached. I
surrendered to the sensation as finally, mercifully, he filled my
waiting cavity with his goo. "Spit," he ordered, and I did.
I sat, drenched in sweat. Numb. He cleaned up, turned out those
bright, bright lights and sternly said, "Next time we'll brush and
floss like a good boy, won't we? Run along now - you can pay the
receptionist on the way out."
Only then did I know the importance of good dental hygine.
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