6 comments/ 179667 views/ 5 favorites At The Dentist By: Libertine I am a business consultant, living in Sweden. I am a 54 year old male, divorced. I need to see my dentist fairly often to keep my teeth in order due to tartar and other problems that I don't want to talk about. Except for that, I am healthy and like to keep myself in shape. This story is about an odd voluntary assignment that paid off richly. It all started about two years ago. I was under treatment at my dentist Karen when the phone rang. She answered the phone since the nurse was away. From the conversation I understood that another customer canceled the appointment. "Shit" she said when she came back to me. "That was the third late cancellation this week. They are so late I cannot fill in the time with other customers. I am losing money on it. And the competition is so fierce that I cannot charge my customers for the time lost which I am entitled to do. And the thing is I think they cancel partly because they are afraid to come and are looking for an excuse to postpone the treatment. What should I do?" With that she started to work on me again but she looked really distressed. I began to think about her problem under the rest of my treatment. I had been her patient for almost ten years and we had got a friendly relationship during the years. After all, I was at her mercy a number of times each year. She is now in her midforties, has dark hair, is ordinary looking but her body had matured well during the years I had known her. She kept herself in shape. But her greatest asset is her ample bosom with a pair of fine breasts, full and round, that bounces promisingly when she moves. When we were finished for the day I had got some ideas. When I had paid I asked her if she wanted to discuss her problem with me. She said why not, this cancellation has just given me a free hour. So we sat down in her waiting room. "Well", I said, "as I see it there are basically two factors to take into account here. First the competition. Yours is a fairly common problem in the service industry. How do you differentiate yourself and make your customers like you more than your competitors? And second, how do you handle their fear of the dentist. I think these two factors can be linked to solve your problem." I went on and described the need to create a relation to the customer and an atmosphere that will make the customer feel at ease. "Look at your waiting room and your surgery. Very efficient but also very clinical and sterile. White walls only. Nothing that takes your thoughts away. The patients have nothing else to do than to think about the treatment and if it will hurt. I had a personal experience at my own treatment today. I was a bit afraid as always but when you mentioned your problem I got something else to think about and forgot what you were doing to me. So one thing to start with is to create a more cozy atmosphere and give the patients something else to concentrate on." We talked about this for a while. To begin with, Karen was hesitant but started to think and admitted that maybe there could be a point in the suggestions. I went on and said that also the personal relation was important. She ought to create a more personal relation to her customers, make them looking forward to the appointments. She looked even more hesitant but promised to think it over. With that I had to go and her next customer arrived. I had my next appointment about a month later. I was glad to see that she had made some changes. The waiting room was much more comforting with new colorful curtains and posters on the walls. In the surgery were a few pictures. Both Karen and her nurse Lisa had new gowns that were more feminine and not that much like hospital clothing. After my treatment I complemented her for the changes and Karen said that she already had had quite a few positive remarks from her patients. Did I have more ideas? I had in fact given it some thoughts since my last visit. I suggested that she should continue changing the waiting room, making it more clublike and offer her customers to relax after the treatment. Why not offer coffee and light drinks and good papers and magazines to read. In the surgery, could she put pictures in the ceiling over the chair? (It was the model where the patient lays down). That would give the customers something else to think about. And how about making these pictures a little personal? As before she was a little hesitant but much less than the last time. I was beginning to look forward to my next visit. And I was surprised. She had installed a coffee machine and an automate for soft drinks. On the walls were a few family-type pictures of Karen and Lisa. In the surgery there were more family pictures, also in the ceiling. Afterwards we talked about her changes and she was pleased with the effects so far. She said she had ordered some new furniture to the waiting room. She also said that although the pictures in the ceiling helped some of her patients to relax they did little to take away the fear. I had waited for an opportunity to make another suggestion that was a little chauvinistic: "Will you allow me to make a suggestion that maybe is provocative and on the border of decency," I asked. Karen looked a bit surprised but got a glint in her eyes. "Go ahead," she said. "Well, the most comforting memory you have from your childhood is the woman's breast. At least for every male. I have noticed that you are cautious not to let your bosom brush against my head when you are treating me but that it happens now and then. I always get a good feeling from that and want it to happen again. You have a very nice and full bosom and I think that you could use that to comfort your patients. If, of course, you think that is within your ethical and personal limits. It must also be done with finesse and on a level that each patient is comfortable with". She looked me in the eye without saying anything for a while. Then she blushed and looked away. "That was a naughty suggestion that probably is not within the limits although it is not directly forbidden. I have to think it over". With that I left for the day and was again looking forward to my next appointment. I was early for my next visit. I wanted to try out the redecorated waiting room. I was surprised of the change. The walls had new paint and the room was furnished as in a home with real cozy chairs. There were plenty of new magazines. On the walls were more family pictures. When Lisa came to ask me into the surgery she had a new dress that made her justice. She has dark hair, is of medium height with a full hourglass figure, and has a nice full bosom. She is not a beauty but her big smile, friendly manner and sexy figure made up for it. She is around thirty years old. Karen also had a new dress and she seemed a little embarrassed. I complemented her of the changes and she blushed a little but was pleased. She started to treat me and I soon found out that she had liked my suggestion. Her tits brushed against my head now and then and when she was doing a painful operation she pressed her bosom against my skull for a couple of minutes. That was real comforting and I regretted when she had to move. I started to think about how it would feel with lesser clothing in between. Afterwards when we talked she blushed and asked me how it had been. I assured her that it was fantastic and that I had felt much less pain since I was concentrated on her breasts. She admitted that she had tried it a little on a few other selected patients but not in this scale. She thought that they had reacted well but had of course not been able to ask them. Then she surprised me. Although she was blushing she frankly said she had problems with her clothing and her bra's. She wanted her breasts feel natural but still could not have them swing free for decency. She was not sure how her female patients would react. I recommended her to go to a lingerie shop for advice. One of these which specializes in more daring things. I also suggested that if she was serious about this, that she could separate male and female customers on different days. That would make it easier to adjust the clothing. She also said that Lisa was a bit hesitant about the whole thing. They had noticed though the positive reactions from customers. I suggested that she took Lisa into the scheme and give her a bonus depending on the extra profit they should be able to make. All this started to get really interesting. At my next appointment Lisa greeted me at the door in a stunning outfit that really showed her good body. She showed me into the waiting room and offered me a soft drink and something to read. She said I had to wait for 15 minutes to my appointed time. When she came back to get me she wriggled her body nicely. Karen also had a new dress but more modest. When I lay down Lisa busied herself to fasten the cover around my neck. She let her breasts rest against my chest for a while, longer than was really necessary. She also showed me that they had a projector installed that displayed pictures in the ceiling and how I could operate it. Then Karen started to work on me. The feel of her breasts was much softer and warmer this time and she took every opportunity to let me feel them. She was out of my direct sight most of the time. I looked at the pictures displayed above me and was pleased to see real family pictures of both Karen and Lisa, even a few at poolside. Too soon Karen said she was finished with me. I heard some rustling of clothes before I was released from the chair and could turn around. She was dressed as before and I guessed that she somehow had redressed or opened up her gown during the treatment to allow me the nice feel of her breasts. When I asked she admitted that was the case and that she was experimenting with new clothing. She thanked me for the advice to go to a lingerie shop. She said she had found a really good one and that she perhaps would have more to show in the future. She smiled and said that Lisa had reacted very well to her offer of a bonus that perhaps I could tell from her appearance. I told her that this was getting real interesting and how was her feelings about it. She surprised me by not blushing when she said that the ongoing changes had made her work more interesting and was a turn on both for her and for Lisa. Also, their revenues seemed to have increased. She was very pleased. Then Lisa came and asked if I wanted to relax in the waiting room and offered refreshments. I accepted and went and sat back in a comfortable chair. Lisa came and went taking care of new customers and discretely showed off her body. I found a stack of magazines, some rather daring. I had a cozy time and felt relaxed when I had to go. My ideas seemed to work. My next appointment was a few months later. As before, Lisa met me at the door, but I was a little disappointed that she had on a loose fitting gown that did not show her body at all. That is, till I saw her standing in the doorway with light behind her. The dress was semitransparent and her body curves showed clearly. Her undergarment was small and exquisite and a push up bra made her breasts full justice. She took care placing herself to give me a good view whenever possible. She steered me to a chair, placed to help out showing her off. When it was my turn I was seated in the chair and Lisa busied herself putting the cover over me and as before let me feel her breasts and gave me a good long glimpse down her dress of her nice breasts. I became turned on and felt my cock stirring. Lisa started the projector when Karen came into the room, dressed as before. I saw them exchange a glance and giggle and then Karen said: " Why don't we show him our new pictures for comments". Lisa went and put in a new slide magazine. Karen started with my treatment. It was a rather big operation that day and I had been afraid of it. I started to look through the slides. As before Karen now and then let me feel her breasts and it felt great. After a while she stepped back from the chair and said that now it was time for the painful part. I heard some cloth rustle and then she started to work again. I tried to concentrate on the pictures to forget the pain. Suddenly her breast touched me again and this time the feeling was much different. It nearly felt as if she was naked, her breasts soft, full and warm. She stopped briefly, giggled and asked if I was comfortable. I could only grunt. My cock stirred again. I went back to the pictures, which so far had been the familiar ones. I nearly choked when suddenly there was a picture of Karen in a very sexy outfit. The next few slides showed her in different sexy clothing. Then came some pictures of Lisa in sexy underwear. I looked back and forth on these pictures stopping only at times when Karen let me feel her breasts. I was in heaven and had forgotten everything about the surgery going on. Suddenly Karen withdraws and asked me to rinse my mouth. She was finished she said. Afterwards, Lisa and Karen asked me what I thought. I said they were both stunning and the pictures certainly had effects on me. They started to giggle and looked at my crotch. I corrected myself by saying that I had not felt much pain and that the scheme had worked very well. I asked them how far they dared to go with other customers. They admitted that I was the first to see the new pictures and that they were not sure if they were going to show them to others. Karen said that when she first went to the lingerie shop she was very hesitant and did not think it was a good idea. But when she started to try out various things she was thrilled and wanted the garments for her private life. When Lisa joined the scheme she was even more turned on and was the one who suggested that they should take the pictures. She said that they had a large private collection. Karen blushing showed me the bra she was wearing. It was made of form-fitted latex, milky white and very thin, but held her breasts in place. The feel was as if she was nearly naked and the warmth of her skin was clearly felt, as I had experienced. She said that for me she had opened up her robe but she had to work more on that. She could not as a professional dentist go around the surgery with nearly naked breasts. She had to find a soft enough clothing that was not see through. They again said that business improved and that word went around so they got new customers. They were grateful to me for my advice. My next appointment was to be an easy one, a follow-up on the operation with a few minor things. When arriving late at the day but a good time in advance, Lisa greeted me at the door in a stunning and very reveling nurse's dress. It was really tight fitting to her rounded figure with a short wide shirt and was very low-cut that showed a lot of cleavage. She took my jacket and put it in a closet. She made me comfortable in the waiting room and when I was seated she suggested I should loosen my tie, take off my shoes and feel at home. "Wait," she said, " let me help you." She came close, bending over me and took off first my tie and then my shoes. She stroked me lightly over my chest in doing so. She was bending down more than necessary giving me a great view down her low cut dress and I was allowed to see most of her breasts. She had on a half-cup bra that pushed her breasts up and together, leaving the nipples free. They were hard and sticking out so she must have liked what she was doing. It was a moment of great intimacy. Then with a sweet smile she offered me a drink of scotch. She said it was a new experiment of theirs to use an old fashioned tranquilizer. When she bent over to get a glass from a low shelf, her dress moved up giving me a good look at her ass globes. She had only thong panties so the view was great. She kept her position longer than necessary and then wiggled her ass as she stood up. She prepared my drink and swinging her hips she came and gave it to me with a big smile. " I am so grateful to you for your advice, it has made the work more interesting and I am earning much more money", she said. " Be comfortable and I will get you when we are ready for you". I had a good time in the waiting room sipping my drink and browsing through a magazine. Lisa then got me ready in the chair just as before. Her dress made it really interesting when she bent over to put the cover on me. She again let me have a long look down her plunging neckline at her swelling breasts, her nipples erect and protruding. She said that Karen still was occupied but that I could look at their pictures in the mean time. She turned the projector on and withdraws. I started to look at the pictures. The first few were the ordinary family pictures. Then suddenly came posing pictures in bathing suites that got more and more daring, the suites more and more skimpy until they were topless. It ended up with some nude shots of them both, very nice pictures aiming to show off their bodies but not full frontal. Their pussies were not shown. I was stunned of how beautiful the ladies were and how natural they posed for the camera. No shyness, they seemed to like it. I got really turned on both by the pictures and the thought that they were in the next room knowing that I was looking at them in the nude. I thought the slide show had come to an end and tried to go back but instead moved several steps forward. Then a familiar picture came up, one were Lisa was posing in daring underwear. Several more followed with both Karen and Lisa posing in more and more sexy underwear. There were also a few pictures with them in leather garments. Again the clothing got skimpy. Topless and bottomless were mixed until the ladies were totally nude. The first nude pictures were nice as before but became more and more sexy, showing their bodies in full. Their pussies were neatly trimmed and they really showed them off. These were pictures for men's magazines. By now I was really turned on and my cock was hardening. I had not heard Karen coming into the room so I was startled when she suddenly said " Oh my, it was not really the meaning you should see these pictures. They were supposed to be for Lisa and me only but you seem to appreciate them. That you like Lisa I can understand but on old lady like me? I am flattered". She came into my view and I could see that she blushed but was amused at the same time. Lisa also appeared and I was a little disappointed to see that she had changed into a wide short gown. And then I saw that Karen had the same type of gown and that they were of the see through material I had seen before. Karen sat down and started to work on me. I noticed that she let me feel her breast more than usual and that she seemed to held her position when her breasts were pressed against my head longer than needed. They felt softer than last time but the fabric of her dress did not let the warmth come through as much. Lisa mowed around and suddenly she placed herself right in my vision and with light from behind. I could see her body clearly through her dress and realized that she had no underwear on at all, not even the thong. She turned around and went to a counter at the wall and bent over to get something at the bottom shelf. Her short dress rode up her backside, giving me a tremendous view. She stayed in that position until Karen started to giggle pressing her breast to my chin. I really started to wonder what was going on. It was too many things happening to be a coincidence. Karen asked me to rinse my mouth. When I laid back in the chair Lisa came to change the cover round my neck. She bent over me and suddenly I had an unobstructed view of her bare breasts and down her stomach. Her robe had fell open. She pretended not to notice as she changed the cover. Then, straightening up and taking a step backwards, she caressed my crotch and my erection. " Karen, look what we have got here. What should we do with that? Do you know a treatment for it" she said giggling. At the Dentist Had a very satisfying consensual pain experience with the hygienist yesterday. The stage was set a few weeks ago when I went in for my first exam at this office. The dentist was doing a thorough preliminary exam, using metal tools with sharp points to poke and prod and measure my gums. He was jovial. I was minding my own business, counting how many teeth he had left to go before making the full rounds of my mouth, knowing that the scraping, stinging and screeching would stop if I could just sit still and get through all 32. Then the dentist, with his hands in my mouth, a small, sparkly-eyed gray-haired, silver-ring wearing gentleman, said, "I'll stop torturing you in a few minutes. You're doing great." Hearing the warm, kind encouraging tone of his voice, I felt I could sit there forever if he'd have me. I'd been noticing my submission to consensual pain, restraint, and service in my daily life. My colleague, with childlocking back doors, when we arrived back at work, joking said, "I'll let you out if you're good." The pedicurist with her metal tools invading the tender space between my nail and my skin tells me, "It'll all be over soon and then your feet will be beautiful." I spilled a drink on my friend's shoe and got a towel and got down on the ground to clean it up. He looked down lovingly and ordered me to, "Wipe that other shoe too. You're doing a great job." I love being ordered around kindly. I love being congratulated for a job well done. I love someone who is hurting me to tell me that I'm being brave or strong and that it will all be over soon. I love being told that if I endure this ritual, I will be beautiful. I like pain when I get to choose what level it will be, 1-10, and when I get to stop it when I want. It is extra-specially scrumptious when the person inflicting the pain honors my pain, takes care of me without worrying about me, and offers flattery. At the dentist yesterday, the pain was... well, magical. She asked me the proper way to pronounce my name. She asked me to show her how I flossed and told me that the various aspects of my technique were excellent, better than she had seen before. I felt like a star pupil, a good student... I would do anything to please her. She looked inside my mouth and said that my teeth were beautiful, near-perfect (which they are). I have all 32 teeth, no cavities, "a nice white color against my brown skin," she said. I have wanted to show off the inside of my mouth to lovers, the dark pink color, the beautiful row; it is pristine. Showing it to her, I got the reaction I wanted, one of admiration and aesthetic pleasing. The teeth are deceiving, even the looks of my mouth, the gums will bleed when you get deep with them. I told her that I didn't think I flossed deeply enough, that I stopped when it started to hurt. I innocently told her that I liked coming to the dentist because I could stand it when they inflicted the pain on me but couldn't do it myself. She smiled and grinned, said that most people are the other way around. I think I even told her that it felt nice to have the other person there to take care of me when I'd bleed. She heard that and saw me and gave me a sense that I knew she'd take care of me. She told me that if at any point, it hurt too much, I could let her know and she might be able to give me something to help. I knew that all I needed was her kind caring tone and the option of stopping to sink deeper into the sensations that were soon to come. She got out the hand tools. They are metal and cold. They are long and sharp and pointy. They are curved and hooked. They are sinister and are designed to go under gums and between teeth, down farther than you can see. Into regions that soft floss and bristles cannot get to. When they touch your teeth, they are cold. They scrape. There is pressure. There are spots where it is only pressure, no pain. There are spots where the pain makes my eyes water. There are spots where the tool lingers and she stays, rooting out whatever is not supposed to be there. Sometimes my mouth reacts and I feel my tongue moving involuntarily toward the pain center, like a flinching with the flogger or a wincing with the whip. I cannot stop it, it goes there to protect me. She is an expert and carries on, knowing that unless I say stop, I can take it. She starts on the top teeth, front side toward the cheek. She toils away, leveraging to get out what she came for. After a few minutes, she asks me if it hurts. I smile and say "Yes!" She seems concerns and queries, "But it's okay?" I say something about how I'm okay with the pain, that it's just another sensation. She talks about pain balancing out pleasure, that in order to know the feeling of pleasure, we must know pain. I feel like I have died and gone to heaven. She understands! Whether she knows on a deeper level what I am going through, she understands that it is a continuum of sensation. That we need both, that we cannot have one without the other. That as living feeling human beings, we witness both, we are both, we will have both whether we want to or not. And if we choose to have pain, we will have pleasure. I will have happier, healthier teeth and a cleaner mouth. I will have beautiful toes. I will have praise and a figurative lollipop. I will get her smiles and approval. Aaaaah, how deliciously pleasurable. I was sinking into the chair, my body becoming one with the fabric when I heard a sound and opened my eyes. There it was! A sharp looking, water squirting, vibrating, metal instrument, one I had never seen before. She tells me that some people love it and some people can't take it. She says she struggles with it, it is too intense for her. She tells me some people refuse to let her use it in her mouth, others prefer that to the hand tool and want her to just use it. Because of the vibrations, some 30,000 rounds per millisecond or something, it creates heat and so the water is needed to cool it and the combination shoots all the nasty stuff out of under the gum lines. She holds it up in front of my face as it's vibrating, shows me how it squirts water, explains exactly how it's going to feel. Aaah, the communication, the negotiation, the sharing of experiences. The playing with gadgetry and tinkering with settings. The minutae and up-closeness of it all. It is our last round and I know it. After this, there will be some tasty tame teethbrushing, a quick floss, maybe some party favors. There will be aftercare after I allow her to go in there with this device. I open my mouth, close my eyes. The sound of the thing is shrill in my ear. It is almost unbearable how it shrieks in this high-pitched way, through the mouth, into the jaw and then to the ear and the brain. The vibrational frequency is taking over my entire head cavity, whizzing by my teeth, dinging behind my eyes. I can hardly take it until I realize how fucking sharp the thing is and how intensely it creates a pinprick-like sensation in some of my sensitive spots. But it's not a pinprick in size, which seems small. It is an incredibly deep prick from an incredibly large point from which the pain radiates out. My gums are soft; they are vulnerable and exposed. When my mouth is wide open, I feel raw to the world; when they are being tested with tools, I am completely stripped down, open to the elements, entirely in her hands. The pain is insufferable, intolerable, if I were performing, I'd shriek and clamp down on something. If I was fucking, I'd moan and swear or bite the closest thing to my mouth. Because I am a good, compliant, submissive dental examinee, I keep my mouth open, clench nothing, take a breath in (with my mouth wide open, this is not so obvious) and stare at the bright light. After what seems a long time but is really only about 4 or 5 teeth in, she takes it out and asks me what I think. I say, "It's intense. Probably an 8." She asks me if I want to keep on going. I say definitely. She says what sounds like music to my ears, "You didn't even wince." She is noticeably impressed and I am getting off on this reaction. I tell her that I'm just feeling out the sensation, sounding tough, letting her know that I am a junkie for pain if she's listening. She sprays my mouth down with some cool water, suctions it out with the little tubey vacuumey thingy and gets back to it. I am experiencing each moment, I am alive. I explore this with a curiosity, about what happens to my body, where my mind wanders, what colors and smells and textures i remember. There are times I sink into it, the world drops away and I am in a pinhole, I feel and hear nothing but the shrill pitch. There are moments when I imagining telling her to stop, where time will stop still and I am begging for her to stop, imagining her reaction. There are minutes that pass that I forget where I am, where I have travelled outside of this space and time, where I am a prisoner of war and have been enduring this torture for years and years, intermittently, on and off. I am connected to all those who have suffered before me. Those who have chosen this path, those whose lives have involuntarily been subject to endless pain and suffering. Where there is nothing but pain. There are teeth that she hits where I go into another place, to a bedroom or dungeon, there is someone else softly kissing the rest of my body, the pleasure and pain overlapping, one taking the edge off the other adding depth to the other subtracting into nothingness until I am a black hole, absent sensation. At one point, I see her pretty blue eyes, her mouth and nose covered by a mask, her focus and attention to me. I am moved by how careful she is, how important it is to her, my mouth, my teeth, me. I am all she is focused on, she sees nothing but me and tends to me with her entire being. Her hands dextrously moving, her eyes concentrating, her breath slow and methodical, filling up the mask and then sucking it back in. I breathe with her, coming back into the room. I know that we are close to being finished and I am relieved and reluctant. The bliss of pain is like none other. The aftercare is warm and fuzzy, there is rinsing and smalltalk. We discuss when we will do it again -- in 3-4 months. I am elated. My mouth is settling, the aftermath of the pain has me forgetting already, though there are sore spots I know I'll feel for hours to come. I feel cleaned out, refreshed, and rejuvenated. At the Dentist I'm a guy in my late thirties. I have trained my muscles some but I'm not muscular, more like sinewy. I like to keep myself healthy also in other ways. So when I had read many articles about amalgams in the mouth and things that they may cause I decided to find a dentist that would replace them with other fillings. I searched the web and emailed a few dentists that advertised to do amalgam replacements. I asked about the procedure and costs and other things. Everyone gave me an answer. When I was wondering who to choose to do this to me I had one more email. There was one that hadn't answered me yet. The answer had only a text: "Meet me next Thursday at 19.00 (this is European, American would be 7:00 PM)- if not coming cancel the session". I read the line many times and wondered what kind of person is behind this. There were only two days to the time. Something about this made me curious and maybe a little turned on. Mysterious and a little dominating? I checked the ad again and it didn't give much information, just the phone number and address and listing about specialties. I decided to answer the email and say that I'm coming. I thought that it's polite even if it was not asked for. I was nervous and also excited. The days went by and time to drive to my appointment came. It wasn't in my hometown so I had to drive about an hour to get there. I had washed my mouth carefully and have had a shower so I would be fresh at the appointment. I found the place easily with the GPS navigator. It was a detached house. I had checked it beforehand from google streetview but it was in the end of a little road so the google car had not driven there. There weren't any other houses nearby. I left my car on the driveway and noticed a sign in one of the doors that had written Dentist. There was a doorbell. I pushed it and almost the same time I heard electric sound that told me the door was unlocked. I walked in and there was a waiting room with leather covered chairs. I sat and it felt nice to sit. I sat there smelling the typical smells of the dentist clinic, and trying to hear if there are any sounds to hear. I think no one is in because there aren't any shoes in waiting room and there is a sign that tells to remove shoes. Suddenly I hear the sound of stilettos approaching the waiting room door with strong clicking. The door opens and I'm looking a lady in her late forties. She is tall and in great shape. She has stiletto heels and she is wearing a green leather dress that is knee high and sleeveless. It has a generous neckline. Her hair is short and combed backwards. She is very strict looking when she calls my name and tells me to enter. When entering the room I notice the nurse preparing things for my procedure. She is also stunning but not that tall and dominant looking than the dentist. She also has leather dress like the dentist but it has a long collar and sleeves and the hem is very short. While the dentist looks like a classic beauty the nurse looks little spicy. I'm told to sit on the treatment chair. It looks old and worn but it's very comfortable to sit in. Immediately it starts to recline. It stops when I feel like I'm a little over horizontal position. It's a little uncomfortable. The nurse places a rubbery sheet over me after she had placed a hat made of same material over my head. The headpiece is more like a hood. It leaves only my mouth and nose outside so I can't see anything. I feel something placed over my nose and the dentist tells me to breathe through it. I feel dizzy. When opening my mouth there is placed something that keeps my mouth open. Then she examines my mouth. "We are starting the removal and before that the nurse will give you quick-acting painkillers. For the first time I hear the nurse's voice when she says, "I have to remove your jeans to inject the medicine." My head spins a little because of the gas I'm breathing and I only think, "What did she say?" When she begins undressing me I wonder if I really heard right. I let her do that because I'm in some kind of a sub space already. My legs are lifted to some stirrups and now my ass is hanging in the air. Everything happens fast. Next I feel a finger on my hole spreading something slippery. Next the finger is inside me pushing something in. The finger is left in. She says wait until that melts.. She moves her finger a little like she is massaging my prostate at the sometime. I don't now is it the gas or did the suppository have some kind of a drug in it but I found out that I'm fully erect. "I will put the plug in to make sure that nothing comes out accidentally." And there it comes. Way bigger than the finger. It sits in my rectum very tight. I hear the nurse changing gloves so the procedure could start. First they place a rubber dam in my mouth so that only the teeth that they will drill are in sight. The dam prevents the saliva and other things to get in the drilled hole. Also it keeps the amalgams away from my mouth when they are drilled. The dentist never asks if I want any numbing. She just starts to drill. It hurts a bit but the gas and maybe the suppository has something that keeps the biggest pain away. I don't have many amalgams so the drilling is over quite fast although she drills them all away before putting any replacements. During the procedure I feel that they are both very close to me. I wished that I would not have the device on my nose so that I could smell the leather of their clothes. I'm fully erected all the time. And I am not even embarrassed. Maybe that's also an effect of the gas or something. One odd thing is that my lover parts are naked all the time. They don't cover them at all. When they have placed the replacements they took away the device that keeps my mouth open. The dentist tells me to bite and checks if the biting is right. She polishes a little and then tells me to bite again and after checking she seems to be satisfied. I think this is it but I'm told to open my mouth again and it's filled with something rubbery. The thing keeps my teeth apart and pushes my tongue down. It's like a gag. "We need to give you a colonic for speeding up the toxic removal from your body." What!!?? Never heard that it would be part of the procedure and never heard that anyone would have had colonic in the dentist's office. "I will do some digital palpation first in your rectum," the dentist says. The plug is removed and immediately a finger dives in probing around. Then another finger comes in and third after that. Normally more than one would be too much but now I'm some kind of over relaxed. Maybe they gave me poppers too? After some time there is also fourth finger in too. There is a little rubbing and she says, "I will leave the fisting to next time." She has some sarcasm in her voice. Then comes the nozzle. It's bigger and more curved than they usually use in colonics. It fits firmly in the ass like a buttplug. Maybe it was good that she stretched me a little before. Then the water comes in. I feel full quickly. They notice that and a slippery gloved hand starts to massage my erection, slowly and nicely. I'm almost coming but the hand moves so that it keeps me on the edge but I'm not coming. I am feeling like the water would come out of my mouth when the valve is turned off and the waste line opens. The hand also leaves my cock. This whole procedure is done many times. I'm exhausted. My penis is like exploding but they don't let it explode. Finally the nozzle is taken away from my rectum. My legs are taken from the stirrups and sheets and the hood and the gag taken away. The chair is positioned sitting position. Then the nurse escorts me to the toilet. She tells me to sit on the toilet and empty myself. It feels like barrel water comes out. All the time the nurse stands beside me and when it looks like I'm done she starts to massage my stomach and it moves a little bit more water out of me. Then she tells me to bend over so that my butt is on the air above the toilet. Then she washes my ass. It's quite humiliating, like I could not clean myself. At the end she dries my crack. I'm going to stand when I feel hands on my hips telling me to stay. Then I feel something in my hole. It's warm, wet and slippery! She is licking my asshole! Never had a rimming before and this isn't the place I thought it might happen. A familiar hand starts to massage my penis. It was her that massaged me also before. It feels so nice. Her tongue circles around my hole and from time to time went even in a little, and a slow massage at the same time. I was like passing out. The dentist came in and escorted me back to the treatment room. I was put back to the chair but this time on my stomach. My legs stayed on the floor and my ass high in the air. I was told to stand up when the nurse says that she wants to be under me. She lies on her back on the reclined chair and lifts her legs up. My duty is to go between them. The dentist puts a condom on me and guides my penis in the nurse's pussy. She locks me in place with her legs and kisses me deeply with her tongue. At the same time the dentist grabs my hips with her hands and shoves a strapon inside of me. She moves slowly at first but then the pace is getting faster and faster. All the time the nurse is locking me in place with her legs. My cock makes only little movement in her pussy caused by the energy of ramming in my ass. Then the dentist grabs my hips very tight and rams the strapon as deep as she can get and stops there. She yells loud in her orgasm. She lies on my back for a while and then withdraws the strapon. My ass feels sore but my cock is still fully up. The nurse has also had few orgasms during this. She had her finger in her clit and she was kissing me passionately the whole time. The nurse stands up and turns around. She puts her ass up and the dentist puts a gloved finger in her ass. She lubricates it and guides my cock in. It's very tight but she pushes her ass against my cock and suddenly it lets my penis in. I start to fuck her slowly. It feels so good. The nurse plays with her clit again and is moaning with pleasure. The dentist decides to have rounded two and puts some more lubrication on her strapon. She shoves it in now without mercy and grabs my jaw to turn it toward her. She kisses me deeply looking in my eyes at the same time. My cock is in the ass - I have dildo in my ass - and that stunning lady is kissing me looking in my eyes. I see that she is horny and wants to come again but I don't think that I can stand this any longer without coming. She says, "You can come if you like - I will fuck you anyway until I come". Those words are the final piece. I have the orgasm of a lifetime. I collapse on the nurses back. I don't have any idea if she has come or not. I can't notice anything around me. Then I awake when the fucking of my ass is so vigorous that it causes pain in my ass. The nurse is kissing the dentist and massaging her breasts and nipples. For my luck the dentist is coming. This time the orgasm lasts longer and I can feel her pulsating pussy through the strapon in my ass. We all go to shower and they make sure that all the gas and other drugs have left my body. I'm leaving with a note that has the time to go for checking and cleaning. I'm wondering what those procedures might consist of. When driving home my ass is a little sore. I have on the other seat a plastic bag that has new tooth brush, toothpaste and a buttplug that looks too big... I would be glad to have some feedback. :-) At The Dentist With a slight shock I realized that her gown was now totally open showing her full nudity. She was gorgeous with wide hips, narrow waist and full breast. Her cunt hair was trimmed just like in the pictures and I could see that she was shaved around her cunt lips. My cook now got fully erect. Lying back in a dentist chair made me feel vulnerable, totally at the mercy of these ladies. But it was a highly erotic situation, just like a dream. " Well", Karen said to Lisa, " you are a trained nurse, you should know how to take care of a swell to go down. I am just finished so go ahead". I felt how she rose from her chair and was standing behind me. "OK", Lisa said, " let's see what the trouble is and how we can cure it". With that she unbuttoned my trousers, ripped down my zipper and eased out my stiff cook. She stroked it for a while then bent down and took me in her mouth and started to give me a blowjob. It was heaven. Karen whispered in my ear " we wanted to thank you for your advice, just relax and enjoy"! She sat down behind me as if starting to treat me again. But this time she arranged her soft, voluptuous breasts on both sides of my head helding them in place with her hands. She caressed my ears and chins with them with circular motions. And this time it was no doubt it was the naked flesh. I could hardly stand it. Lisa took my cook in and out of her mouth, stroked it and licked it, her head bobbing up and down. I reached out and got hold of inner thigh and then her ass check. She moved backwards towards me so I could reach her pussy. I stroked her lips and slowly inserted a finger. She was wet. She moved her ass a littler more in my direction giving me better access to her pussy. I pushed my thumb into her cunt and let my fingers grip forward holding her cunt, lips and clitoris in my hand. I started to stroke and squeeze She moaned and wriggled her bottom and was obviously aroused. She kept on sucking my cock. With my other hand I felt for Karen's breast at my chin. I was allowed to stroke and kneel it for a little while and Karen gave out small moans of pleasure. Then she took my hand away and kissing my ear she whispered she was not allowed as a professional to indulge in that type of action with her patients in her surgery. Suddenly Lisa gasped and stopped giving me head. She got stiff and started to shudder and moaned loudly. She cried out and steadied herself on my body and started to come. I had found her inner sensitive spot and my caressing of both that and her clitoris at the same time did the trick. Karen caressed me even more with her breasts. Her breathing became hard and she was obvious very aroused. She kissed my ear saying she was happy for Lisa. Lisa stood up, took a few deep breaths calming down a little. She looked at Karen over my head. What kind of answer she got I don't know but she moved down and took off my pants and boxers. She stepped back from the chair, shrugged the gown from her shoulders, pirouetted slowly a few times holding and caressing her breasts, all the time looking at me. Then she approached the chair and placed herself over me, one leg on each side. She took hold of my cock and stroked it between her pussy lips a few times. Then she sank herself onto my rigid pole and started riding me nice and slow. Karen rose, bent forward unbuttoning my shirt. Doing so she allowed me to caress her breasts and even suck her nipples as her breasts stroked across my face. Then she resumed her position. Lisa sat down, pressing my pole deep into herself and bent forward and started caressing my chest with her breasts. Then she started squeezing my cock with her cunt muscles with very small motions of her hips. She was fantastic at that. Karen let go of her breasts and bent forward taking hold of Lisa's nipples that was long and erect. She rubbed them against my hairy chest, which seemed to add to Lisa's pleasure. She started to buck and her cunt muscles gripped me hard. I started to come and Lisa was not far behind. We got a wonderful climax together. After we had recovered Lisa got off me. She went to clean herself up. Karen came to the side of the chair with her gown open though she had sexy panties on. This was the first time I saw her breast uncovered and swinging freely. She was gorgeous for being her age and I told her so. There was of course a sag but not more than natural breasts that big have to. She giggled and said, "We must finish the treatment properly". Then she bent over me and started to unfasten the cover round my neck. Her lovely breasts touched my chest, accidentally I thought, given what she had said earlier. But she let them wriggle back and forth over my chest and her nipples started to grow and harden until they stood out proud from her breasts. She seemed not to notice or care but her neck and breasts blushed as if she was aroused. Then she took a warm, wet cloth from the table and turned towards my cock and started to clean me up. She took my cock in her hand and shifted it from side to side to be able to clean me properly. My balls were treated in the same careful way. She pulled the foreskin up and down a couple of times as if testing and examine that I was clean. She went further down with her cloth stretching over me bending forward. As if by accident her breasts stroked my cook and came to rest with the cock in the middle. She wriggled a little and probably helped with her hand so that my cock was deep in between her breasts. Although it was still soft it started to stir which she seemed to notice. I put my hand up her inner thigh but she firmly took it away. But not until I had felt the heat radiating from her pussy and the dampness. I lay still not sure what to do. She stopped cleaning and was still bent over me, only making small movements with her chest. This soft caressing felt tremendous, comforting and arousing at the same time. She went on for a long time during which my cock started to regain its strength. She used her hands to press her breasts around my cook, squeezed and moved back and forth, then was still, only massaged her breasts with her hands. Before I had a real hard on she slowly slumped on me, laying there for a while, caressed my cock with her hanging breasts and hard nipples, stood up and kissed the shaft and head softly a few times. She stood turned away from me for a while to calm down. Then she wrapped the gown around her and went out through the door. At the same time Lisa came forward, still naked. I wondered how long she had been standing in the back. She handed me a gown to put on and took her own up from the floor. "Come on", she said " put it on and lets have a drink in there". She gestured to the room from where she and Karen had been going in and out. The back room was small but comfortable with easy chairs, a coach and a desk. Karen was sitting in one of the chairs with a smile on her face. I sat down and Lisa started her maid's routine asking what we liked to drink and then serving. All the time with a swing in her hips and her breasts bounced nicely. The light was not enough to make the dress transparent which was as good because I felt my cock stirring anyway. The atmosphere was sensual and the two ladies seemed to be at ease, smiling when they exchanged glances. "Well, " Karen said, " I want to explain a few things. Lisa and I like you as a person, and we are very grateful for your advice for two reasons. Our business has improved tremendously and late cancellations are now very few. We are also getting new customers. Good rumors seem to spread around. But I was very hesitant to start with about your bold suggestion to use my breasts for comfort. I still don't know really how to handle it so not to ruin my reputation. I must take care, being a professional. By the way, do you still think it is comforting feeling my breasts? I would rather think it was arousing from what I could see from your reaction." She was blushing slightly, saying that. "Well," I said jokingly, "does it really matter if it is comforting or arousing as long as you take the fear away from your patients and make them want to come back? And Lisa, I must say that you contribute much to the inviting atmosphere you two have created. You are gorgeous." "Thank you," Lisa said smiling, " I have been rewarded by Karen. We now share the profit making the work very meaningful and interesting. I can see my efforts paying off." "We wanted to thank you but was not sure how to do it. We thought money would not be right. We wanted it to be more personal," Karen said. " We have been thinking it over for a couple of months. Lisa suggested we should do something very personal and agreed to give you a blowjob. But we thought we had to test you first so not to embarrass you. I mean, you could have been impotent or something. But you passed the tests with flying colors so to speak. Lisa reported that you were very interested in her charms. And I have seen for myself that impotent your are not, thank god." Karen and Lisa giggled and mused for a while. Karen then went on, " We had planned to give you a final test with Lisa showing herself off in the waiting room and let you look at our private pictures making sure you reacted in the right way. And we had agreed that Lisa, being single, would suck your cock after the treatment and that should be it. We had not planned for you to see the second lot sexy pictures but I guess I secretly wanted to show them since I left them in the projector. What then happened was not planned but came from inspiration and pure lust." Lisa broke in, " I never thought you would have that stamina and last for so long. I had thought it would be a natural ending with you coming from my sucking your cock. But when you so quickly caressed me to my first orgasm I got wild and wanted to fuck you, to feel your dick inside me. I must admit I was real turned on already from showing off for you. I think you noticed my nipples were hard." Karen continued, " I got excited looking at you looking at the pictures. You were so occupied that you did not notice I was standing behind you for quite a long time, watching you getting hard. It was then that I decided to take a more active part in the proceedings and also took off my bra. I like to caress males with my breasts. It makes my pussy hot and I can get an orgasm from it as you perhaps noticed. But I must be careful here in the surgery." " Well," I said, " I must say that I am overwhelmed by your way of thanking me. It was a wonderful experience, not only tonight's events but also the build up during the last months. But this night will be a memory for life. You are both so very sexy and acts so natural I think you liked it as well. I hope it was just not only a thank you. And Lisa, you are very skillful with both your mouth and your pussy. I have never felt such muscle control and being milked in that way before. And Karen, your involvement was fine tuned and very caring afterwards. I had a wonderful time, and still have, sitting here with you." "We are glad you liked it," Lisa mused, "we wanted you to have a good time. It was a bonus for us as well to be carried away and have these wonderful orgasms. Didn't we Karen? And thank you for praise, I love to fuck and in between I practice my skills and muscles as much as I can. This is my first time though with an elder man. I now learned that they can be tremendous lovers. " " I also love to tease men. To see them try to hide an erection. To catch them sneaking under my skirt. To see them get excited when I let them realize that I am not wearing panties. It gets me a feel of power and to be in control. It really turns me on." "Yes, you are absolutely right" Karen said. "I really enjoyed myself. And the best thing is, I haven't been unfaithful to my husband though I had a wonderful orgasm. At least not in the technical meaning. A little Clinton behavior is nowadays in order." "And now to my second reason for being grateful to you and your bold suggestions. I was hesitant but when I started to try out different dresses and undergarments I found that I got turned on looking at myself in the mirror dressed like that. When Lisa joined the scheme she suggested that we should try on more daring things and also take pictures. She has a male friend who is a good photographer. He was more than willing to take pictures. We have had several sessions and also the lingerie shop helped out. In fact, they use some of our pictures in a secret catalogue shown to selected customers in the shop. That is a way to finance the dresses. The truth is, I have found out that I love exhibitionism and to show myself off. My only concern is not to get carried away here at the office. And Lisa is as much in it as I am. She can be more free, being a single. You should see some of the garment we have to wear in private and the real hot shots in our very private picture collection." We sat silent for a while, sipping our drinks. Then suddenly Lisa laughed and said to Karen with a wink, "Did you really mean what you said, that he should see more of our garments and pictures?" Karen hesitated, started to say something then blushed. I could see her nipples harden against her thin gown. I looked at Lisa who now sat uninhibited in her chair with her gown unbuttoned and partly open. She in turn looked at my lower abdomen and when I looked down at myself, saw that my cock was free for her to see, sitting opposite me. I had for some time felt a nice feeling there too and saw that it was obvious that I now had recovered. Lisa smiled knowingly at me and winked. She put one hand inside her dress and stroked her breast provocatively and looked straight at my dick. I could not avoid it to stir and visibly start to swell. Then Karen had made up her mind. She rose and doing so let her robe fell apart for a second showing that her nipples were erect and protruding. She said to me, "Do you want to help us select pictures for an update of our slide show?" I said, of course, I would be glad to help some more after the reward I had got. She smiled and beckoned to Lisa to follow her out. When Lisa rose from her chair, her dress seemed to get stuck on something and slipped off her. She didn't seem to mind, just took it up, turned and slowly left the room. Again, she had showed me her totally nude body making it very casually and if by accident. What a good performer and tease she was. I could hear them talking but not what they said and then it sounded like rustling of clothes. Karen asked me to set up a spare projector that was standing in a closet. When I was finished she came with a cassette full of slides. She smiled, a little nervous I thought, when she loaded the projector and then went out again. Lisa came in and refilled our drinks. Lisa dimmed the light to a soft glow, and made some arrangement. The light in the outer room was dimmed as well. She then turned the projector on. The first slide was of Karen in a camisole with sheer panties. It really did justice to her body. Her breasts were stunning, spilling over the top of the dress. I saw a movement in the doorway and Lisa pushed a button lighting a spotlight directed at the door. Karen was standing there, dressed in the camisole. Lisa changed the slides showing Karen from different angels. At the same time Karen turned and moved in the same manner. She bent forward so her breasts nearly spilled out of garment. It was marvelous. She stood up, frozen in a position meanwhile the slides clicked on showing her taking off her panties. Her bush was luxurious, long thick black hair covering the whole pubic area. It was not trimmed but had been allowed to grow freely to a natural thick growth. It was amazing. I started to swell and tried to find something to say. Lisa put out the spotlight making the room dark after the bright light. The bottomless slide of Karen was still on and I could not take me eyes from her bush. Karen came into the room with her robe back on and asked if I liked it. "Yes", I stammered, "very much. You look stunning in that outfit." She laughed deeply, a satisfied laugh and asked if I meant her in the camisole or her being bottomless seeing where my gaze was directed. "You look stunning and I really like a big, black, thick bush. To let my fingers sift through the long, silky hair or have the bush brushing over my face is heaven. Although it gives easier access to the pussy if it is trimmed from the lips down. In the other set of pictures your bush was trimmed, how is it today?" I dared to say hoping she would let me see it. She only laughed her deep, throaty laugh and asked Lisa to move on. More pictures were shown on her in different garments. Push up bras, halfcup and see trough; panties, laced and with open crotch, all in different colors and material. A mesh body with fishnet stockings was amazing showing her nearly nude. It was all very erotic and with style. Somewhere under this show Lisa had slipped out of the room giving Karen the controls. Suddenly the projector went dark making the room dark as well. We sat for a moment then music started in the outer room. A soft, sensuous tune with a beat underneath. A dim figure showed in the doorway. Karen put the spotlight on. Lisa was standing in the doorway, her back at us, her legs apart. She was naked. She started to gyrate her hips to the music and slowly let her whole body take part in the dancing. The music quickened and her dancing got wilder but all the time with her back to us. Her backside was gorgeous with her wide hips, narrow waist and full, rounded globs. She bent down, touching the floor with her hands, giving a tremendous view. She held her position for a while. She was uninhibited. Suddenly she raised and turned around in a flowing motion, for the first time showing her front. Her black bush was slick and smooth. At the same time Karen put the projector on. It showed Lisa in leather garment, mask, collar, bustier, garter belt, thong and high boots that nearly went up to her labia and to her hips. The tableau was fantastic with the two versions of Lisa, one naked, one with garment to show her off. Karen changed the slide. Lisa had taken off the mask. Karen held on, Lisa stretched behind her and got a mask in her hand and put it on. And so it went slowly. The slides showed Lisa stripping down and the real Lisa got dressed. It was done in an order that was well planned to tease. After the mask she put on the garter belt, then slowly and seductively put on the high boots wriggling back and forth to get them in place. Seeing Lisa in a mask, her breast swinging free and with her naked pubic area framed by the garter belt and the boots was highly erotic. She was aware of it because she kept that for a while, turning and wiggling her hips and ass. Then followed the bustier and the last thing to came off on the slide was the thong. She held it in her hand showing that inside the thong was a dildo. I turned my gaze to look at the real Lisa who seemed to have waited to get my full attention. She also held the thong in her hand, slowly raised her legs one at a time to step into it and seductively inserted the dildo in her cunt moving it up and down a couple of times. She had an inward happy smile on her face as she again started to dance and especially gyrated and bucked her hips. She seemed to have forgot her audience. Her breathing became harder and she started to shudder and then froze. She had gone over the edge. Just then Karen put out the spotlight leaving Lisa in the dark. Her naked picture was still on the wall. I sat still, speechless. It was a stunning show. I was rock hard and tried to calm down which was not easy with Lisa in the nude still on the wall. Karen also seemed to have been shaken and excited. She was breathing hard. After a while she said, "My, that was something to see, wasn't it. Lisa is stunning and what a performer. " She stood and left the room. I was left alone for a while. At The Dentist Lisa slowly came back in, again in her robe. She emptied her drink. Karen's and mine were long gone. I tried to say how gorgeous she was and what a performance she had given. She still looked a little doused. She looked me over especially at my crotch and brightened up when she saw my still very obvious erection under my gown. " Its a good thing that it is easy to see if you liked it or not. A man cannot lie about such things," she said as she came over to me and squeezed my dick. She looked real pleased of my admiration. Karen then came back in, handing Lisa a new slide magazine. Lisa looked inquiringly at her. "Give me five minutes to prepare," she said with a glint in her eyes. " After your performance I also have to change the plan." So, Lisa had again done more than they had agreed on in advance. Lisa sat down so she could watch me. She still had her high boots on and I wondered what else she was wearing. I could not make up my mind what I wanted to see if she was to go on stage one more time. Karen called from the other room for Lisa to start the projector. The first slide was Karen in a dress that by now seemed rather modest. Then came a series of slides were she stripped one garment at a time until she was totally naked. In the middle of it Karen showed up in the doorway. The pictures were then down to bra and panty and Karen was wearing the same. It was an open bra without cups and it lifted her breasts and put them forward making them look enormous The last thing to come off was her panties. She was standing, feet apart, with her back to the camera, bending a little forward, her hands under her lower buttocks lifting and separating them. The light came from behind silhouetting her thick growth. It was a reveling and highly erotic pose. I heard Lisa gasp and squirm in her chair. She murmured something like that these pictures were new to her and who had taken them? She let the slide stay for a long time. Next came a new series of strip shots starting with Karen in a long party dress. When it came off she had a bustier with half cups making her breasts look impressive pushed up and spilling out over the top. Her nipples erect, big and brown areolas. She also had a matching garter belt, stockings and a thong. This time the stripping order was reversed starting with the thong. Her pussy, framed by the stockings and garter, was shaved! I sat up in the chair to get a closer look and saw that Lisa had done the same. We stared at it for a long time until Karen noticed and asked from the other room if something was wrong. Lisa stammered something and then Karen stepped into the doorway in her bustier but still with panties on. She beckoned to Lisa to let the show continue. Again the last piece of garment came off with Karen standing with her back towards the camera. She had her hands in front of her. She had a lovely backside as well, full and heartshaped. Something was sticking out between her inner thighs. On the next slide she had turned around and was standing on her knees, legs apart, her pelvis forward and her back arched backward. Lisa and I gasped at the same time when we saw the dildo pushed deep into her cunt. Again Lisa kept the slide on for a long time admiring the sight. "What is it, don't you like what you see," Karen said from the other room in a husky voice. "Oh, you are just a knock out," I managed to say. "I can tell he is admiring you and that your slides turn him on," Lisa said, "I can see his penis pointing at the ceiling and that is good proof." I looked down at myself. That I had a nice and hard erection I knew, but not that my cook had parted my robe and was in full view for Lisa sitting opposite to me. Karen laughed her deep throaty laugh and asked Lisa to keep watch and tell her if my cook showed signs of getting soft. " We won't have that," she said, "now lets move on to the grand finale". In the next slide she was again dressed in a long gown but it was transparent and with the light arranged for best view. Underneath she had a small bustier with quarter cups and a g-string. Karen showed in the doorway in the same dress but the g-string. Instead she had very modest panties on covering the whole pubic area. She had put a light on behind her to give similar light as in the picture. In the next slides she stripped slowly reveling that the g-string was an open one shoving her pubic hair and cunt lips but the bush was trimmed short. On the next slide she held a dildo in her hand. The real Karen had not followed the slides in stripping. She was standing in the doorway like a picture herself with light from both sides. "Lisa, leave that picture on", she said. "And have you checked that he is still on alert?" Lisa bent forward in her chair to get a look at me and reached out to feel for herself but the chairs was to far apart. She rose and came forward feeling for my cock. "Oh, yes," she said with joy in her voice. "He is keeping it up properly. Karen, you have done well. But I think I had better sit over here to keep a good watch." And she sat down graciously on the armrest and now I could see through her gown against the light that she was naked except for the boots and the garter belt. She let one hand rest lightly on my dick. "Now you can go on Karen," She said giggling, "I will monitor his smallest reactions". Karen reached behind the door and put the music on and then started to move her body slowly unbuttoning her dress. She took it off and then also the bustier. She started to move and shake her shoulders and her breast swayed and bounced. Suddenly she stopped. "Well," she said to me, " you asked how my pubic hair is today. You have seen me with a full bush, trimmed and shaved naked. Guess how I am today. Maybe there is a reward in it." "Oh that was sexy talk, his cook is stirring," Lisa broke in before I had collected my senses. Karen laughed in her throat. " I can only guess," I said hoarsely, "but if I at last is allowed to see the real thing I certainly hope it is the full bush you have today." "OK," Karen said, " shall we take a look. "Lisa, put out the spotlight, please." She started to move her body again and slowly turned around with her back to us. All we could see was her silhouette. She wriggled out of her panties, stood still in an upright position for a while, legs together, then put her hands under her ass globes, lifted them slightly up and out and bent forward. What a view. It was very clear that she had the full bush, the contours of the hair visible. Her pussy was glistening from moisture. She was turned on. She slowly turned around and stood still, legs slightly apart letting the light come in from behind onto her labia. "You were lucky," she said. "Lisa, put on the light so you can see." "Do you like it," she shyly said a little later when we had had the time to admire her thick patch of hair straining in all directions over her pubic area. "You are marvelous. It's so sexy. Can I feel it?" I stammered. "I can tell you he is telling the truth, his dick is trembling" Lisa said giggling, still with her hand on my dick. Karen laughed deep in her throat and said, "we'll see." Was that a promise? Karen resumed her slow dance, making her breasts swing. Suddenly she had a brush in her hand and started to work on her bush. She brushed it with long sensuous strokes, making the hair shine. When she brushed upwards there was a tremendous fluffy bush. When stroking downwards the hair went slick and shiny. She also combed a parting making a path from her navel to her clit. She looked over at us now and then, seeking our admiration, which she got in full. Then she turned her back to us, bent down and put the brush away. She fiddled with something I could not see behind the doorframe. She stood facing us, sank down on her knees sitting on her heels, adjusted her position and spread her knees wide. She shamelessly let us sees her cunt, her lips slightly open and glistening in the light. She was obviously aroused and wet. She arched backwards with one hand for support. Her breasts stretched and the now very erect nipples pointed straight up. She started swinging and gyrating her hips. It was a marvelous sight. Suddenly she had a dildo in her hand. She raised up on her knees and stroked her cunt lips with it. She slowly inserted it in her cunt. She must have been very wet because it slid in easily. She started her movements again, this time combined with her strokes with the dildo. She froze, shuddered and cried out. She raised up, still with the dildo buried in her cunt just as in her picture. She had played through all the slide performances. Her face was flushed when she opened her eyes looking at us, smiling happily. I became aware of that my cock ached. Lisa held it in a firm grip and squeezed it real hard not knowing what she did. She looked turned inwards and then suddenly started to rub my dick going down on her knees in front of me to get better access. She licked my cock when suddenly Karen cried out. " Stop it, that one is mine, you had him before". Lisa stopped, looked over her shoulder and decided that Karen was serious about it. " Ok, you are the boss, but I thought you would not allow him to fuck you" she said grinning and let go of my cock and left room for Karen who said, " Well, he will not be allowed to stick his cook in my cunt but there are other ways." She came up to me pushing her pubic area forward. "Now you will have dream fulfilled. You can feel my pubes and pussy as you like except fucking," she whispered suddenly shy again. I sat up and started to stroke and sift through her long, soft, silky pubes hair. Her cunt and lips were hot and wet but her bush was still dry. I bent forward making her bush stroke over my face. Eventually I let my tongue circle her cunt lips reaching her clit and then pushed it into her snatch as far as it reached. She squirmed and held my head directing my movements and had a small orgasm. She kept us still for a moment then said, " that was a good starter but we are not through yet. Come, let's try a double Clinton." She dragged me to the coach taking my gown off on the way. She positioned us in the sixty-nine position, me on top. I started licking her cunt again and she on my pole. After a while she said, "that feels good but I want to finish what we started in my dentist chair. Turn around." I did and she took my dick between her breasts. She squeezed and massaged her breast and my pole with her hands and I responded by fucking her tits in the Spanish mode. She now and then licked my head when it emerged between her pair but soon started to concentrate on her own pleasure. I reached back stroking her bush and over her clit but then she stopped me. "I want to come only from stimulating my breasts. It's so special," she said. Slowly she started to buck her hips and writhe. Suddenly she held her breasts real tight around my cook only making small movements. She started to shudder and came in an explosive orgasm, still clutching my cook. We stayed still in that position for a long time giving her time to come down from her heights. She looked up at me smiling and very happy. "That was awfully good. Don't you think," she said. She stroked her breasts and over my dick and an astonished look came on her face. "Lisa, come and look," she said. "He hasn't come. Is something wrong," she asked me. "Oh no," I said, "I feel tremendous. Can we have another go?" I heard a deep laugh above me and saw Lisa standing there, legs apart, frigging her cunt. "Hey boss, now you have had your fun, let me again take care of that swell so it wont hurt him" she exclaimed. "OK, yes that's good of you to help out," Karen said, "he is all yours." "Come on" Lisa said. She went to a chair shrugging the gown off her shoulders. She bent over with her ass at me. She was a lovely sight with her high boots, impressive ass and swinging breasts. She grabbed my dick with her hand between her thighs and dragged me forward, using my dick to rub in her slit. Then she put my dick at the entrance to her cunt. Just then I got a shove on my backside making me push my cock straight home. Lisa cried out, "look out, mister, take it easy, I like it hard but not straight away." She looked over her shoulder smiling, then got a knowing expression on her face. I also looked back and saw Karen stand right behind me with a grin on her face, purring deep in her throat. She took hold of my hips and started to push me back and forth giving me a rhythm. I suddenly heard the music having a steady drum beat and realized that Karen tried to steer us to follow the beat. Then Lisa used her cunt muscles and soon had her first orgasm. I kept pumping in and out of her lovely cunt and felt my own arousal increase. Karen caressed my back but kept hold of my hip directing and changing the tempo. Soon Lisa started to cry out, begging me to go harder. I tried to thrust long, deep and hard into her and Karen helped by pushing her hips and pelvis at my ass giving my thrust an extra push at the end of each stroke. Lisa got wild and started a shuddering orgasm, She cried," I want you to came now, please come with me, come, Karen help him to come in my pussy." Though I had no need for help, I could already feel my load building up, the thought was exciting. For a moment I wondered what Karen would do. Then there was no need to guess. She started to caress my ass and down my crack. She took hold of my balls with one hand, gently massaging them. Her other hand caressed my butt and she inserted a finger, probing deep. She searched for a moment and then found my prostate gland and pressed on it. I immediately exploded and my semen flooded into Lisa's waiting pussy. She used her inner muscles to milk me dry. It was absolutely fantastic. We resumed our positions, the three us pressed together for a while Karen stroking my chest and Lisa's back and sides. Then Karen stood and Lisa bucked her hips to get free. The ladies hugged me and then went out. I slumped exhausted in a chair, thinking of the fantastic evening. Karen came back in, a wash cloth in her hand. She kneeled in front of me, cleaned me up as before, thoroughly but perhaps a little more matter- of- fact although she ended it by tenderly kissing and fondling my now little man. As on clue, Lisa came back, now totally naked, with spring in her steps and a big content smile on her lips. She took small dancing steps, bucking and gyrating her hips. She saw the brush on floor, turned, bent over and picked it up with her legs straight and apart. What a view of her open cunt. She was uninhibited. She started to copy Karen's show brushing her pubic hair but it was to short to give the fluffy image. But it got very neat and slick when brushed downwards. She then came over to me giggling, sat on the arm of the chair, and took hold of my cock and started fondling it. Karen, seeing that, started to laugh and said. " No, I think he has had enough for tonight. It will take too long time to get him going again. And I want to go home and get my man a real screw. I too need a cock inside me although it has been a tremendous evening." Both ladies rose and walked seductively around in the room, picking up things and pieces of clothing, tiding up. Still naked, breasts bouncing, showing off from every angle. They really were exhibitionists. At last we got dressed, hugged and I went home with memories for life.