"Bull," Dallas exclaimed, "I'm not leaving you alone with him."
"Oh come on doc, he has to have fun sometime," Mercedes snickered.
"Yeah, not now and definitely not with the likes of someone like you."
You let out a grin, Dallas just handed Mercedes her ass, and it felt good. Mercedes snarled and sat back in the chair, tapping her fingers on her bare stomach. Dallas placed a few tools next to you, which you unenthusiastically picked up, placing them in your pocket. Lastly, you picked up the brush. It was about half your height and was bent at the end to fit in tight spaces. You looked up at Dallas who gave you a small nod before putting the depressor down next to you.
"Um, I said NO depressor, thank you," Mercedes growled, twitching her head.
"I'm not staying on it, now open up," you commanded.
Mercedes wrinkled her nose as you were lifted up into the air. She was still sitting back with a disgusted look on her face. Suddenly, a smile spread spread across her face and she eagerly sat up, her face right in front of you.
"You be careful," Dallas muttered, probably to both of you.
"Open..." You started to say, but Mercedes already opened her mouth. Her hot, moist breath washed over you. Suspiciously, she didn't stick her studded tongue out this time. Her uvula dangled in the back of her throat as Dallas inserted the depressor. The ring of white boulders that you worked hard to clean surrounded you once again. The depressor stopped halfway into her mouth. You stepped off the wood and onto her soft, wet tongue. You struggled to keep your balance on her now-relaxed tongue. Stepping forward, you could now see down her throat. Pink gave way to red before disappearing into the darkness of her gullet. Taking the brush in two hands, you pushed it against the back of her throat. Doing this to a normal patient would be a death sentence, but Mercedes's talent make her anything but. You get down on your elbows, the soft tastebuds scraping against your arms. You were just thinking how much you should have been a lawyer instead of a doctor when she suddenly closed her mouth. Enveloped in darkness, you were tossed backwards against her piercing. Playful giggling rumbled from your area of work. She rocked her head sideways, humming and giggling. You could just make out Dallas's voice.
"You little shit! This isn't funny, now open your damn mouth..."
Mercedes opened her mouth as wide as she could and stuck her tongue out.
"Ahhhhh," she laughed as you hung on the her stud, the brush falling onto her neck and sliding down her shirt. You looked around and quickly located Dallas. She was pissed. Not only was this humiliating and inappropriate, but she would get away with it. Taking action, Dallas lunged at her. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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