Wanda's first experience with the bewildering ways of intense pain and intense pleasure took place in a dentist's chair. She awoke one Saturday morning with a horrible toothache. The stabbing pain made it hard for her to speak, but she got Dr. Jarrod on the phone the kind, silver-haired dentist who had treated both her and her twin sister Wilma since they both had baby teeth.
"I was going to play golf," Dr. Jarrod said, "but this sounds like an emergency. I'll meet you at my office in half an hour."
It being Saturday, there were no other patients and no assistants in the usually crowded dental office. And Dr. Jarrod, dressed casually in his golfing clothes, seemed unusually warm and consoling.
"Ummm," he said with concern. "You have a nasty cavity. It's going to hurt a little, but I think we can save the tooth."
Wanda started cringing right them. Whenever the dentist said it would hurt a little, it usually hurt like raging hell!
"I'll give you a couple of shots to numb the pain," he said. "And you can have gas if you need it." He held out a little nose mask with a rubber tube and a bulb to squeeze. "It has a fancy chemical name," he said, "but most people call it laughing gas. If you feel it start to hurt, just squeeze the rubber bulb and breathe deeply the gas will make you a little light-headed, and the pain will fly away."
Many of Dr. Jarrod's patients were children, and he said a lot of stupid things like that… the pain will fly away! Where the pain flew was right up her ass. It hurt way down to there. Wanda moaned, writhing in the big leather chair, gritting her teeth and clamping the dark hole of her ass.
She squeezed the bulb and breathed in deep, Wanda heard the scrape of the drill, but her mind drifted off in the haze of blurring mist.
Unfortunately, the soothing effect only lasted a few seconds. A moment later she crashed back into the real world of grinding pain.
Dr. Jarrod purred: "There, there… it'll be all right."
But it was not all right. As the drill cut deeper into her aching tooth, even the gas could not block out the pain. Wanda twitched and jerked when she felt the grinding drill, and she threw up her hands to cover her face.
"No more!" she wailed. "I can't stand it!"
"Tsk, tsk," he replied. "I don't like to use these, but I think we must."
We? Wanda thought. Where does he get that we shit? It's me that hurts.
He squeezed the bulb and gave her another strong whiff of the mind-numbing gas. Then she felt him lowering her hands, pressing them down firmly on to the arms of the chair.
He brought a thickly padded cuff out from under the side of the chair and snapped it over her wrist. Then he did the same on the other side. When he lowered the spinning drill again, Wanda jerked and found to her horror that she could not move either arm.
"It's all right," he said again, smiling now. And Wanda wondered if he liked hurting people. A tight little grin curled his lips and a strange gleam flashed in his eyes whenever he bore down hard with that awful whirring drill.
Her right hand convulsed on the rubber bulb, jetting out breath after breath of gas until her senses swirled. Still it hurt, and she writhed with pain, imprisoned in the chair.
Dr. Jarrod went right on drilling, his smiling face so close to hers that she could count the bright little beads of sweat that gleamed on his upper lip above his twisted grin.
"There is one more thing we can do," he said. "Grunnngh… yes. Anything!" she replied, grasping in desperation at same feint hope.
"This will make you forget all the pain," ha said, and he cupped his left hand on her breast.
"Uhnnnn-ungh!" Wanda pulled hard against the binding wrist cuffs. She gasped a startled breath and mashed the rubber bulb, veiling her shock in the soothing mist. His hand squeezed her tit exactly the same way.
"Aaaahhhh!" she moaned. The drill kept on grinding. She could hear it, but she felt only the slightest twinge of pain.
"You see? And this will make it even better." His fingers slipped beneath her blouse and beneath the cup of her bra.
He found her bulging nipple and circled it with his finger.
"Asagh!" Wanda gulped in surprise, for an instant forgetting completely about the sharp pain radiating from the tip of that awful drill.
She moaned as the speed of his nipple twisting increased. The drill kept grinding, guided by his other hand, and Wanda felt nothing but hot sparks of joy. She screamed when the spinning drill suddenly touched, a bare nerve.
"Easy… easy," Dr. Jarrod said in his soothing voice. His hand pulled out of her blouse, brushed one tit then the other, and then eased down into her lap.
Wanda's smoothly darned cum mound was already rocking from his handling of her tits.
Damp juices seethed just inside the taut lips of her cunt. Dr. Jarrod's hand slipped down her thigh and beneath the hem of her short skin, then up… wiggling, until his fingers worked themselves into her lacy little black panties.
"AAAAGGGHHH!" she screamed, loud enough to rattle the office walls. The whirling drill kept ripping and hacking at some exposed nerve. The searing pain almost blinded her. She gasped an instant later. His probing fingers had found her juicy clit, baring it as he had the raw nerve in her tooth.
"You see?" he said. His wet fingers slithered in her flowing oil, twisting her clit until it bulged and blocked all thought of pain from her tortured mind. "Better already, isn't it?"
"Mmmm-hmmmmm," was all she could say.
He had her cunt muscles grinding with spasms of desire. Wanda tensed, arching her back in order to press her cunt harder against his hand. Her knuckles turned white from clenching the arms of the chair. She forgot that her wrists were bound, and she forgot the screaming whine of the high speed drill.
"Oooooooh," she moaned when at last the grinding stopped.
"All done," Dr. Jarrod said, humming as he put the drill away. "Now all we have to do is fill your cavity."
"Yes?" she hissed sharply. "Oh, yes… fill my cavity. Oh, Doctor… fuck my cunt!"
"My dear…" Dr. Jarrod seemed so surprised as though the thought of fucking her had never crossed his mind. But he had his finger deep in her twat, twisting and reaming just like the drill.
With his other hand, Dr. Jarrod opened the fly of his brightly colored golf slacks and whipped out a long cock.
Wanda gulped at the sight of his cock, trying to grab it with her eager hands. The padded cuffs stopped her anxious grab, and a strange warm feeling of helplessness swept over her.
Dr. Jarrod pulled off his pants and his shorts, pumping his long, slender dick until it strained and gleamed with surging blood. At the same time, he hiked up Wanda's short skin and pulled down her black-lace panties, licking his lips at the sight of her sheening spread of thick twat hair glistening with the dampness of desire.
He put his hand over hers, giving the rubber bulb a long, slow squeeze. The soothing vapors misted an image she could not believe the kindly old dentist whipping his cock and guiding its gleaming knob toward her finger-teased cunt lips.
Wanda pulled against the cuffs binding her arms, but Dr. Jarrod's firm hand closed on hers and forced out another whiff of gas. It didn't make her laugh as she thought it might it made her feel free, despite the bindings on her wrists and the weight of the grinning dentist as he straddled her in the chair.
Wanda moaned in delirious joy. Dr. Jarrod was moving his cock head up and down in the mouth of her drooling slit, stirring her juices and making them boil. Her raging desire burned clear and sharp despite the mind-warping gas.
"Fuuuuuck – meeee," she gasped between whiffs. And then she whimpered as his long cock glided into her pussy. Her cunt muscles seized his cock.
Dr. Jarrod grinned, grunting as he humped and rammed her clinging cunt. In a few minutes, he forgot completely about the gas. He held her tits instead, ripping off her bra to fondle her heated nipples and suck them furiously with wild desire.
Wanda jerked up her legs and locked them tightly around his waist, kicking and screaming wails of joy. She'd grown bored with her husband Jack and the dull sameness of their love-making. Often she had dreamed of fucking another man, but her strict upbringing held her back. Her mother had harped endlessly on the evils of sex outside of marriage. On her own, Wanda might never have given in but in bondage she felt free. She could not have resisted the distinguished dentist if she had tried. With her wrists cuffed to the unyielding arms of the chair, she could only lock her legs and rock her hips in joyous response to his driving cock.
When the savage fury of his fucking stirred buried waves of guilt, Wanda had only to squeeze the rubber bulb. Then she drifted in a mellow haze, free to fuck and enjoy being fucked.
"More!" she cried. "Ooooooh, fuck me, Doctor – fill my hole!"
Wanda's husband Jack was sprawled in front of the TV when she returned smiling three hours later. He was listlessly sipping a beer and watching pro football on the flickering tube.
"That must have been some hole the dentist had to fill," he said, hardly looking up.
"Yes… it took a long time." Wanda could not stop grinning.
"Hurt much?"
"A little, at first…" Her grin grew wider still. Her memories of pain grew dim in the heat of raging joy. "…but Dr. Jarrod has a way to ease the pain."
"Hhhmnun," Jack said, his eyes still glued to the tube. It was halftime and the screen was filled with a long line of high-kicking cheerleaders in short skirts. He hadn't even looked at Wanda whose eager cunt still seethed with desire.
"Ever think about fucking one of them?" she asked out of the blue.
"Huh?" Jack said, not certain he'd heard correctly.
"Do you ever think about fucking one of those sexy young cheerleaders?"
"Er, no. Shit, Wanda… we're married."
"We might as well be dead," she replied in a sullen tone.
"What? Wanda, have you gone crazy?"
"No, I think you have. If you can't get your cock up for someone as sexy as that redhead third from the end…"
"All right!" He decided to tell the truth. "Sure I think about fucking them! I think about it every fucking time I see them jiggle their tits and kick their long legs in those short little skirts."
"Which one would you pick?"
"Hell, I don't know. The blonde maybe or that one with the long, black hair. Shit, it doesn't matter. Women like that never fuck with ordinary working guys like me."
"What if she had no choice? What if you had one of them tied to the bed, her arms and legs roped so tight that she could hardly move?"
Jack looked up then, puzzled by the strange grin on Wanda's trembling lips and the lusty gleam in her flashing eyes.
"That gas the dentist uses made you crazy," he said. He gulped then and felt his cock start to swell. What would it be like to have one of those beautiful cheerleaders naked and helpless? And if he could have his choice, which one would he pick?
The camera moved down the long line of high kicking beauties again, and Jack felt his cock throb in time with the stirring music of the band. Wanda's suggestion that the cheerleader be bound and helpless excited him wildly in a way that was completely new.
Jack had not felt such a raging fuck-ache in his nuts fat many years. Marriage had dulled his senses, and eventually his desire. Wanda was willing enough, but their fucking had become so much the same like watching the same movie night after night. Even the words she chanted in the heat of passion had become the same, almost like she was reading from a script.
But now something had changed. Wanda was standing by the TV, doing her best to match the high kicks and tit-jiggling gyrations of the cheerleaders. When she snapped up a long, tapered leg, Jack could see into the dark, lace trimmed valley of her crotch.
Wanda's long hair flounced in teasing swirls, reaching clear to the crack of her ass when she threw her head back. That motion thrust out her sharply coiled tits, almost like they were begging to be sucked and squeezed.
"If you picked me, I'd tell you to fuck-off!" she said.
"What?"
"I'd do with that defensive tackle instead. A six foot six, and three hundred pounds! Think what a cock he must have!"
"You bitch! What's wrong with my cock?"
"Oh, nothing… I guess." Wanda's flashing eyes followed the TV image of the burly lineman. "Three hundred pounds," she said in curious admiration. "With all that weight on top of me, I could hardly move."
"What's all this shit mind-fucking some ape on the TV tube?"
"Well, you sit there drooling and thinking about fucking a whole line of cheerleaders!"
"That's different!" Jack stirred uncomfortably in the chair, adjusting the hard swelling of his aching cock. "What's gotten into you anyway?"
Wanda kicked high again, ginning slyly. "Oh, baby… if you only knew!"
Jack tensed and sniffed. His wife's efforts to match the cock-teasing motions of the cheerleaders on TV spread the musky scent steaming from her cunt. "I smell cum!"
"Yeah," Wanda said without concern. "Dr. Jarrod filled two holes today."
Jack jerked upright. "You fucking whore!"
"I couldn't help it – he had me strapped in the chair. I couldn't move."
"I'll bet you managed to move your fucking cunt!"
"Oh, yeah."
Jack leaped up and grabbed Wanda by the arm. "I ought to knock your fucking teeth down into your fucking cunt!"
Wanda's eyes flashed in defiance. "If you did, I'd bite your cock off!"
He grunted, swinging a vicious back hand slap. Wanda's head snapped hard to the side. She stumbled and sank to her knees. She anxiously worked her jaw, testing, and she rubbed her blazing cheek. Behind the shield of her hand, she managed to smile. She'd never seen her husband so excited. His huge cock bulged inside his pants, and she could hardly wait to see what he did with it.
Two long, fluffy white cords held back the living-room drapes. Jack pulled and jerked them free, almost ripping the drapery rod off the wall.
"Jack… for God's sake, don't wreck the house!" Wanda slowly dragged herself to her feet.
"It's your whoring cunt I'm going to wreck!"
"Aaagh!" she gasped. He pushed her back, her knees buckled when she hit the end of the coffee table and she sprawled on it, thumping her head and spilling waves of long hair down on to the floor.
Jack pounced, steaming with rage. He grabbed her arms again.
"So the fucking dentist tied you up," he said. He knotted one cord around her wrist, grunting with satisfaction as he jerked it tight. He rolled that arm to the table leg, then caught the other and tied it on the far side.
Wanda tensed her eyes wide, startled by the hidden power of his sullen rage. She'd made him angry with her taunting, and he had a right to be.
With her arms securely tied near the floor to the table legs, she began to wonder fearfully what he might do.
Jack swung around to the other end of the table. He shoveled his hands under her ass and lifted it. He grabbed a sofa pillow and stuffed it under her ass that hung off the table edge.
"I don't want to bruise your pretty little ass," he said in sneering contempt, "because after I fuck your cheating cunt, I'm going to whip it black and blue!"
Wanda gasped, half in the heat of lust, half in the chill of fear. Jack grabbed her legs and bent them back under the table, then he took the long white cord and bound each one to a heavy table leg.
With her ass upraised by the thick pillow, and her legs bent back almost double, Wanda's pink cunt lips lay fully exposed in an ideal position for a deep, reaming fuck.
Jack stood by the end of the table and stripped off his clothes, baring his long, swollen cock. He laughed as he stroked the throbbing monster.
"If you think the dentist hurt you with his little drill… wait till you feel this big fucker of mine!"
And then he fucked her and fucked her until the football game ended with the final score: Chargers 38, Buffalo 2.