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It's just a story you conservative yutzes! THANKS... For the kind words about the first installation of this series. Here comes Chapter Two of perhaps a brand new series... DENTIST'S CHAIR Chapter 2 "Modelling Cheryl" Doctor Walters came into the office early that Monday morning knowing that he probably wouldn't have too much business today. Mostly everyone was out of town during the long holiday weekend, but he figured a few hours would be enough. He could close early afterwards. His secretary, Denise, was out today, a gift from Dr. Walters for her great work. She was quiet and reserved, and stayed out of his way while he worked. He sat down at her desk and reached for a magazine. I've gotta get some new ones in here, he thought to himself as he flipped through a ten year old copy of National Geographic. He took a sip of coffee and realized that he had left the morning paper in his car. He stood up and walked to the door. Upon opening it, he nearly ran over a blonde woman who was hold her cheek. "I'm terribly sorry, are you okay?" he said helping her to her feet. "Uh-huh," she said nodding a bit. "Are you the dentist?" "Yes I am, are you here for a checkup?" he said opening the door and letting her in. "I'm sorry to come in without an appointment, but I'm really hurting. I need to get this done right away. I'm Cheryl Morgan." Dr. Walters smiled and showed her into his office. He lead her into the middle of the room and sat her down in the black leather dentist chair. She sat back and relaxed as best she could, grimacing as she opened wide for him. He gave her mouth a once over and then proceeded to prepare for a more thorough check up, washing his hands vigorously and disinfecting his equipment. He poked at her back molar with a scraping tool and Cheryl nearly jumped out of the seat in pain. "You've got a really bad tooth there. Luckily you can still feel it, you won't need a root canal," he said. "But I will have to work on it today." "Could you? I really appreciate it. It's been affecting my work. I haven't even been able to smile." "You smile for a living?" Cheryl coyly nodded. "I'm a model. Or at least, an aspiring one. I've only been in LA a few months and just joined an agency. This is my first real break and I don't want to blow it." Dr. Walters smiled. "We'll fix you right up." He took his thermometer and checked her temperature. After deciding that she would be okay, he spoke again. "Cheryl, this may hurt you more than I you'd like, so I'm going to administer some anesthesia for you. You'll probably feel really sleepy and then fall asleep, but then I'll be able to fix your tooth much easier. Okay?" Cheryl nodded. "Oh good, I won't feel anything. As you've seen, I've got a low pain threshold." Dr. Walters smiled and placed the mask over her nose and mouth. "Okay, deep breaths Cheryl, let the gas do it's work." He watched her chest rise and fall and looked into her eyes, they went >from bright and sparkled, to flat and glazed over. He didn't realize at first that she had fallen asleep with her eyes slightly open. It was a little frightening at first, she looked like she had died. But her pulse rate and breathing were steady. He removed the gas mask and started working on her tooth... An hour later, he began putting his things away and washing up. The procedure was much simpler than he first thought. He had given her enough anesthesia to put her out for at least another four hours. He stood up and looked at her face. He wasn't surprised that she was a model. Cheryl Morgan was a stunning woman. Her long blond hair flowed about her shoulders. Her lips were full and slightly pouty. Her blue eyes were piercing through him even at their glazed over state. His age concerned her. She didn't look a day over sixteen. Her body still looked like it hadn't fully matured. He checked her purse to see how old she really was. Her driver's licence told him that she was 21. Odd, she really looked like she still belonged in high school. It was serious turn-on. He turned off the light so that the only light left was the operating light which worked like a spotlight on Cheryl's unconscious form. Her mouth lay gaping open and her eyes slightly open. Dr. Walters took out his Polaroid camera and began snapping away. She was a model, so she had to be used to picture being taken. He wanted to add some to his collection. Her white cutoff shorts and black tank top were adding to his ever growing erection. He put the camera down and took off his clothes. He was going to have a little fun with young Cheryl. First, he pulled off her white canvas shoes and socks. He nearly came in his pants as her pale toes came into view. They were unpainted and smooth, like a porcelain vase. He leaned over and put her foot right under his nose. The scent was still fresh, her toes must not have been in those shoes that long. He took her right big toe into his mouth and sucked on it. Then he ran his tongue down her sole. There was no response for her. It looked as if she was watching him from those half closed lids, and that excited him. He was doing what he wanted with her body and she was watching him do it! He adjusted the seat and raised the chair back to a seated position. He moved it until the chair was more than perpendicular to the ground which caused Cheryl to start to fall forward in the seat. Dr. Walters caught her and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She wasn't much heavier than one he thought as he carried her over to the full length mirror on the other side of the room. Cheryl was a tall girl, maybe 5'10" or so as he leaned her against him so that they both faced the mirror. He adjusted her legs so that they wouldn't give and her weight rested on them. He let her head lay on his chest and let her arms dangle to each side. Her fingertips skimmed his bare buttocks as they swung back and forth slightly. He stared at the two images in front of him in the mirror. One of a beautiful and unconscious blond woman, and one of him, naked as the day he was born. He reached around her and undid the button on her shorts. One by one, the buttonfly buttons fell to the sides, as gravity did the rest. Her shorts slid down her creamy legs and down to her feet revealing her silky green panties. He could see little blond pubic hairs sticking out from the sides of the crotch. He placed her arms above her head and around his neck as he lifted the tanktop over her head revealing the matching green bra. He tossed the black tanktop to the side and looked at the image of young Cheryl lying back on him in a seductive pose. He lifted her up slightly just so that he could kick her shorts out of the way and let her arms fall back to the sides. He reached up with both hands and gave her small breasts a squeeze. They fit right in the palms of his big hands. He reached around her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor exposing her small but pert breasts. Her nipples were small pink little buttons on quarter sized aureole. Dr. Walters rubbed his fingers across them, waiting for her to respond. They did not harden. He looked at her face in the mirror, her eyes still slightly open and her mouth gaping. He could see the filling that he put in her back molar. Keeping his eyes on the mirror, he bent down and began nibbling on her ear, flicking his tongue in and out, nibbling on her earlobe. While still nibbling, he reached down and put his thumbs underneath the sides of her silky panties. He pulled them down slowly, reveling in seeing just the tops of her bushy crotch and then the mound of hair as he pushed them down her hips and let them fall to her ankles. By now, his cock was begging for action as it rubbed against her bare buttock. He lifted her up letting the panties fall off her ankles and onto the floor, then set her back down so that he could get that action. He pushed her legs apart, so that now she was leaning on him. He lowered himself so that his cock was right near her cunt. He reached down beneath her legs and probed inside her with a finger. She was a little wet, probably from a dream she was having. He began working his finger in and out, making her wetter and wetter. He felt her body twitch from the fingering. She must be having some dream, he thought to himself. He pulled his finger out and stuck in her mouth, letting her own juices mix in her mouth. She was set. He held her by the hips and eased his cock inside her. He felt magnificent. He let her fall forward so that her body bent fully at the waist. She was nearly folded in half, her arms brushing against the floor. All the while, Dr. Walters kept pounding away at Cheryl from behind. Finally letting out a moan when he came inside her. He lost his grip on her sweaty waist and she crumbled to the floor. He scrambled to her and checked her over, looking for any bruises. She was fine. He saw that her mouth had opened wide during the fall. He could see her back molars. He gave her a deep throated kiss, running his tongue around the roof of her mouth. Then he stuck his still hard cock into her mouth, closing it slightly so that he could slide in and out of her mouth. Occasionally, he could feel her tongue running along the sides of his cock. She would even suck slightly as if she were sucking a lollipop. He gyrated his waist so that he began fucking Cheryl's mouth. Her soft tongue and warm mouth brought his already swelling cock to an almost unbearable climax. He felt his cock spasm three, four, then five times. He watched as the sides of her mouth leaked with his fluid. He pulled out quickly to make sure that she wouldn't choke. Oddly enough, she didn't choke. She didn't even gag. Dr. Walters watched in amazement as Cheryl swallowed his entire load, even licking her lips before going back to sleep. Dr. Walters smiled and let out a laugh. He decided that this was enough. He put his clothes on and carried the sleeping beauty back onto the chair. After taking a few more Polaroids of her wonderfully naked body, he put her clothes back on and gassed her again, this time waking her up. "Rise and shine Cheryl." Her eyes fluttered slightly and she let out yawn. "Am I okay?" Dr. Walters smiled. "You were better than okay. You were wonderful." She smiled and smacked her lips. "God, my mouth is so sticky. 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