Dentist’s Chair Devours Me: Raw Erection Confession

Late afternoon shadows creep into Michelle’s cabinet. I sink into the chair, heart pounding from dentist dread. But her miniskirt hugs those firm legs, sheer stockings whispering up thighs. Eyes lock—green fire sparkles. Blouse strains over small, ripe breasts. My cock twitches, swells hard against pants. She leans close, breath minty cool on my skin. Fingers graze my lips, latex smooth. Knows. Sees the bulge. Smiles wicked. Hand presses my crotch. Heat surges. Pulse races wild. ‘Full of energy tonight,’ she purrs. Fingers dance over fabric. I gasp, hips buck. She unbuttons, unzips. Cool air hits skin. Boxer tents obscenely. Kiss through cloth—wet heat seeps. Legs tremble. She tugs pants down, shoes off. Naked now, exposed. Her hands stroke calves, thighs. Fingers tease chest hair, pinch nipples. Mouth claims mine—tongues thrash, saliva mixes hot. Vanilla scent drowns me. Cock throbs, leaks pre-cum. She whispers, ‘Wanted this since your first erection.’ Eyes devour me. ‘I’ll drink you dry, Balou.’

Chair whirs vertical. Panic spikes—straps bind wrists, chest, thighs. Helpless. She kneels, mouth engulfs. Warm suction pulls deep. Tongue swirls shaft, laps veins. Gags wet, sloppy. I harden monstrous—veins bulge purple. Needle pricks base. Fire spreads. Cock doubles, balls swell heavy. Heat builds unbearable. She strips—tiny waist, round ass, pert tits, black bush. Finger traces mega-shaft—mini-orgasms ripple. I howl, sweat pours. Latex sleeve slips on—vagina-tight, sucking vacuum. Pumps start. Aspiration yanks soul. Thousands of tingles explode in gut. Reins twist tornado. Orgasms chain—body convulses, screams rip throat. Muscles lock, belly cramps ecstasy. Jets blast endless—thick ropes fill her golden cup. She gulps semen greedily. Vision blurs tears, sweat. Peak after peak shatters me. Then… fade.

The Fever Ignites

Eyes snap open. Still clothed, in waiting room. ‘Ready for extraction?’ Michelle smiles innocent, red shoes peek. Heart hammers residue heat. Skin tingles phantom straps. Cock stirs memory-hard. Fifteen days later, control visit. She babies mouth gentle. But nights, I fist furiously to her image—energy surges. Bill pay evening: fingers brush electric. Kiss her hand slow. Neck nuzzle. Lips crash—mint floods. Hands knead ass through blouse. Skirt hikes, fingers plunge wet slit. She moans, grinds. Desk clears. Blouse rips, tits bounce free. On floor, doggy—pound savage. Ass cheeks slap pubis. Clench grips cock vise. She bites fist muffling screams. Climax nears—pull out, stroke over back. Ropes paint skin, hair strands catch pearly. She laps fingers clean. Husband upstairs oblivious. We collapse, skin slick, hearts thunder. Glow lingers—addiction born. Her cabinet: phobia’s altar. Ours now.