When I entered the ordination I knew I was in trouble. I never had a female do my dental work before, much less a 20 something Becky proudly packing a huge trunk in almost transparent scrubs.
"Fuck!", I thought to myself when I laid down on the chair, I never had a thing for cellulite-ridden fat asses but this was my fifth day on no-fap and my test levels seem to be spiking accordingly. She turns around with a anesthetic syringe in her hand and leans above me, saying "This will only spike a bit," I looked deep into her caked-up hazel eyes, she was an inches from my face, as I could smell her cherry bubble gum.
She calls her assistant to put the saliva ejector in my mouth so now I have 2 young women staring directly into my subhuman mouth. The anesthetic kicks-in, she brings out the drill and 99 luftballons start playing on the radio. Before I could know it I was having a hard on while getting my cavities drilled.
I was finished in 5 minutes, but I did not stand up from the chair, knowing I was in diamonds. I started asking stupid questions, attempting at small talk. I asked her about Dr.Mew's theories, she was not familiar with him, but calimed that the palate stops growing by the age of 15. By then I wasn't hard anymore. Her and her assistant were exchanging suspicious looks the whole time, trying to suppress their laughter, as they probably knew about my pathetic ordeal.
"Fuck!", I thought to myself when I laid down on the chair, I never had a thing for cellulite-ridden fat asses but this was my fifth day on no-fap and my test levels seem to be spiking accordingly. She turns around with a anesthetic syringe in her hand and leans above me, saying "This will only spike a bit," I looked deep into her caked-up hazel eyes, she was an inches from my face, as I could smell her cherry bubble gum.
She calls her assistant to put the saliva ejector in my mouth so now I have 2 young women staring directly into my subhuman mouth. The anesthetic kicks-in, she brings out the drill and 99 luftballons start playing on the radio. Before I could know it I was having a hard on while getting my cavities drilled.
I was finished in 5 minutes, but I did not stand up from the chair, knowing I was in diamonds. I started asking stupid questions, attempting at small talk. I asked her about Dr.Mew's theories, she was not familiar with him, but calimed that the palate stops growing by the age of 15. By then I wasn't hard anymore. Her and her assistant were exchanging suspicious looks the whole time, trying to suppress their laughter, as they probably knew about my pathetic ordeal.
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