Robert Vickers

Tied up wife

CHAPTER ONE

"Ummm, not here, Paul. Not here!" moaned Diane.

"Then where? Here?" His hand moved back along her pinkly scalloped pussy-lips until he found her puckered anus. His finger stabbed out and into her depths.

She moaned again, moving her ass around the impaling finger stuck so deep up her ass. The dental assistant tried to concentrate on what she had come in to speak to Doctor Allen about. It was getting harder to think by the second.

That wasn't all that was getting harder. As the dentist pressed closer to her, she could feel his prick stiffening into a swollen, steely fucking tool. There was no question what he wanted to do with it, either.

Normally, Diane would have readily agreed. She and Paul Allen had been getting it on for months and months. It worked out beautifully with them. The patients seldom filled up an entire day's work schedule.

The fucking did.

She pressed her pussy mound downward so that it filled the man's hand. He gripped it a little tighter and began wiggling his finger in her ass. As he flexed it, she felt tiny ripples of delight pass into her body. It was indescribable. And it was causing a flood of cunt-juices to leak from her twat and pour all over the dentist's hand.

"Hmmm," he said in his best professional manner, "I see that you are in dire need of attention. From me, of course."

"Oh, Paul!"

She threw her arms around his neck and pulled his head down. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. At first, that's all it was – a kiss. Then her lips parted a bit and his tongue came charging into her mouth. Once there, tongues met and erotically dueled until they were both gasping for breath.