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“How are we doing with time?” Julian asks.

“We’re good.”

“Then I think I’m ready to go again.” Julian chuckles.

“How? You’re older than me, man!”

“I’m born to fuck, that’s what I am.”

The space is still zinging. The present stretches thin, elastic, held in suspension.

“Who’s up for sloppy seconds?” Julian’s voice is close to my ear, this is a question aimed at me. Then the butt plug is twisted in my ass before slowly being pulled out.

“Now you’re ready for me,” I hear him say and without a moment to spare, I sense his thick cock at my ass, edging into me, inch by inch, pushing my whole languid body forward, until he enters me deep, fully, and then he pulls out, and he starts the same thing again. He’s deep in my ass, to the hilt, for the second time, and then he starts pumping me, feeling me, teasing me; I’m dripping with arousal, no lube is required, and I give a drawn-out sound, I hear myself moan, as Julian begins to lose himself in my ass, breathing out hard as he does. He pumps me hard, with all his power, jerking my body upwards, the whole movement pushing the dentist chair forward, inch by inch.

“Easy Julian, I need this chair,” Mr. Crowe steadies it, I know because the chair doesn’t jerk as much. But Julian doesn’t seem to care. My ass is torn as he is speeding through his second orgasm. His loud growl announces his hot seed spurting inside me. As he pulls out, some of it slides down my cunt, and my thigh.

“Her ass is so tight.” He slaps my butt and steps down. “But don’t worry, I’ve made space for you in there!”

I sense Mr. Crowe mounting the chair, and me. He sticks his cock into my gaping ass and starts slow pumps, gradually accelerating the tempo, and grunting like a pig as my body jerks on the chair with every stroke. It lasts forever, me being jerked upward on the chair, the sturdy cushion under me, my boobs dangling about.

“The more we fuck her, the wetter she is!” Mr. Crowe grunts.

“This is the golden goose, Crowe, let’s not waste one second!” Julian speaks and slaps my butt cheeks as I’m being fucked by the dentist. “Come on, you’ve had enough in this position. Help me turn her on her back, but let me slide under before we do.”

Mr. Crowe pulls out of me and dismounts the chair. I can’t say a word, my limp body is being pounded, pushed, moved, rolled. I think I whimper and tremble as they lift me, pull the hard foam wedge out and turn me over, but I may be wrong. There’s some commotion and I feel my body is laid over someone else’s, Julian’s probably.

“Hold her legs up, let me get inside her.”

Mr. Crowe is probably mounted on the chair because my legs are getting raised fully as Julian fixes his cock in my ass, and then, once he’s in, his hands reach under my thighs, pulling my knees up and opening me for the dentist, who’s in front of me. Another cock edges into my ass too. He tries, a few times, swears under breath, and tries again, as Julian fucks me slowly from underneath, and builds a tide inside me. The second cock is finally in, I know by the burning sensation and his winning bark, and they slowly begin to undulate, rolling their bodies in a gradual motion. In and out, it’s sensual, hypnotic, no rush, just them, fucking me, taking their time. It feels intimate.

I must look like a doll with the cheek retractor in my mouth, being towed about and fucked in my ass by both of them.

But this hypnotic dance doesn’t last long. They gradually speed up, and their grunts turn staccato, meaning they’re pleased. I’m perfect for them. For their cocks. They growl and grunt and move me up and down, with my head leaned back on Julian’s chest, my ass ripped open by their cocks. When they come, the whole room shakes. And I’m still on the precipice of my orgasm. Of wanting something long term in my cunt and ass.

Their pants ease off and the dentist first pulls out and gets off of the chair.

“Help me fix her back,” he says, and I am almost immediately lifted up by my waist. The second cock pulls out of me, and Julian moves from under me. They put me back on the chair together. My panties are shimmied up. My dress is pulled down and made proper. My breasts are back in my dress, and bra, but not before they fondle me and suck my nipples for another eternity.

Someone goes over my body, making sure I’m back to how I was when I entered the dentist’s office, and another person fixes my head on the recliner, and removes the cheek retractor.

“We should have used your mouth more.” Mr. Crowe tells me and strokes my cheek.

“Next time.” Julian ads. “Make sure you book her back in two days. We’re not done fucking her.”

They chuckle, and someone, Julian probably, leaves the office. I hear the door closing.

I stay there, where they put me, floating just behind my own eyes, aware without engaging, waiting without expectation, as the air continues to do its work.

The first thing that returns is weight. Gravity reasserting itself inch by inch, reminding my body where it belongs. The chair presses into my back, firm and real, the edges no longer drifting. My hands are still, my fingers loose, my palms warm. I can feel them again, fully this time.

The whirr has stopped. What replaces it is softer–air moving, distant footsteps, the faint clink of metal set down with care.

I breathe in. The mask is gone. The air tastes ordinary now. Clean. Empty.

My thoughts are slow to line up, as though they’ve been scattered and need to be gathered by hand. I blink once. Twice. The ceiling steadies, lights resolving into fixed shapes instead of halos. A faint crack near one corner. Someone speaks my name.

“Miss Rosario.”