My dentist masturbated on her cell phone.

Black, long-haired, the short black hair, with the flatter sides and the upturned tips at the top of the head. I have no idea what women call this type of cut, I just know that it made Rosana modern, beautiful and very sexy. Not that her other attributes were not eye-catching.
The flat little nose with the pointed tip, the sparkling white smile, Pudera was a great dentist, the chin well drawn, the light brown eyes, the well-groomed hands, the nails always painted.
As for the curves, the bust, the hips, the thighs... I honestly had no idea... the white jacket, the knee-length skirts, when it wasn't the trousers... prevented the ideal view of their shapes... but when I met Rosana, fifteen years ago, I had no eye for her... even though she was beautiful.
I moved to Goiânia because of the firm. I came with my wife. I paid to find a dentist here, I didn't fit in with the first ones. Rosana was the indication of a colleague, by the way newly formed, also came to work in Goiânia because of the work, of the husband. Carioca of the gem and I miner of the bush.
For years and years like this, every six months there I was opening my mouth to Rosana. Very funny, very talkative. I don't know why, I don't know if it's just me, but all my dentists, men or women, have always been talkative. Strange thing, they talk, ask questions and laugh. And you there with your mouth open grunting like a monster, a antediluvian being. You ridiculous and they laughing.
She was always accompanied by an assistant, who were changing with the passing of the years, but Rosana always the same. She did not seem to suffer with the passing of the years, while I was losing my hair and suffering with my teeth.
About four or five years later, she became pregnant, just as the tensions in my marriage were beginning to flare up.
As the years went by and my marriage broke up, I picked up the pieces and went on with my life, and that's when I discovered I was a writer of hot, dirty stories. It's a shame to know me like that. Suddenly, knowing I was dumped by my wife, it was taking over me. And the worst part was that I didn't feel like revealing my new hobby to my friends, much less to my dentist.
It was Leticia who ended up talking about our separation to our dentist, and it was then that I began to understand a new speech in Rosana, more spicy speech, of doubtful meaning. If it were only that it would be much, but I began to perceive a closer, a greater physical contact. Sometimes I could feel her breasts rubbing on my shoulders, even hidden inside the white jacket, the well-behaved blouse.
I'm sure it was also my imagination playing tricks on me, making me think of things that only existed in my head, the sadness at the time coupled with the lack of a way to approach a woman, even more married, I never tried anything for the first time.
I moved into the new apartment, and after a while, I ended up being Rosana's neighbor, living two blocks from the apartment where she and her husband and their little boy lived, curious, like any woman, always asking me about the new life, about the girlfriends, constantly rubbing her breasts on my shoulders every semester.
Obviously it was slowly teasing me, single, lonely and crazy. I gave some hints, but she pretended not to understand. I tried an approach, asked for her address on Face. I sent a picture of a beautiful bouquet one Sunday, but I think I scared Rosana. The fact is that she never answered me the message, a sign that I had advanced the signal.
Months went by, and I found her again in a new office, eating and talking as usual, but no longer leaning on me, another reminder that it wasn't quite like that, only that not everything had changed.
The chatter was still spicy. She and the nurse were having fun with the "causes" of the patients. Each one more twisted than the other, at least the ones they told. One of them a "Sugar Daddy", not of one, but of two lovers. And I sat there with my mouth open listening to it all and thinking, "If they only knew what I do in my free time".
That's when our conversation ended up making Rosana curious...
- And what are you doing, William?
Nothing as abused as your patients, but I do have my secrets.
- What secrets?
Some things I do on the Internet.
- Do what?
You won't believe it, forbidden to minors.
There's nothing more exciting for a woman (after the shoes and clothes) than you hinting that you have a secret. I don't even know why she imagined it was something to do with sex. Is it maybe what they call a sixth sense or just a kick? She didn't say anything, but her eyes shone in a new, warm way.
They laughed and I deflected the subject. Better not to risk my loose tongue revealing more than I could. Imagine, treating a pervert's mouth. I think she'd spare me the act. God forbid I have to find someone else to treat my teeth. Certainly no one as nice and efficient with Rosana.
I've never had an orgasm for her, which is strange, isn't it? Someone who masturbates two or three times a day. Slave to the most obscene desires, servant of erotic lyrics. Not such a good writer, but for her I never got excited and imagined hot scenes. I never ejaculated in her mouth, nor dreamed of making fun inside her vagina. It was just an interest in knowing her more naughty than usual.
I went home and forgot about the chatter and turned my attention to the dull and exciting life of the one who only works and writes in detail the crazy fucks with the most varied types of characters and so on until the next visit, six months later.
It was only that I found Rosana sadder that day, neither the dubious conversations, nor the thought of the rubbing on my chest, although much talked, it was then that she confessed a fact that I did not know.
-Sergio only knows how to stay on the computer, he just comes home and he disappears, goes to the room and stays there playing I don't know what, leaves me alone to take care of Vitor, it's almost like he's not my husband.
I didn't know what to say, there was something of frankness in the speech. Perhaps this justified Rosana's more daring ways than the simple fact of my separation. She too was going through a crisis in her marriage. The idea of marrying again came to her. It's a thing for single, lonely people to imagine such things. I ended up remembering my separation. Perhaps that was the reason why Leticia exchanged me for another, but I don't think there was another one now.
Anyway, I left as usual, just waving goodbye. I went home and lost myself in my life and stories again. A few days later, on my birthday, I opened Zap responding to the greetings and among them hers. It wasn't the first time. I answered protocol thinking that the thing stopped there. Only it didn't stop, instead she asked me in another message.
Hey, kid, how's it going?
Well, a lot of work, at home and at work.
<unk>But only work and girlfriends?<unk>
At my age it's difficult.
There's a lot of them crazy to get a boyfriend. Even more here, there's more women than men in this city. And they say they're beautiful. You're the one who's not winning.
I know I'm bad with women.
It's not a bad thing, it's just that you show interest, that's all.
I didn't even know what to write anymore, because Rosana was so talkative and fair to me, and I wasn't very imaginative, and I was afraid I'd end up breaking the law.
Yeah, but you get used to living without company in the house.
I know, but tell me, what's your secret, the one you wouldn't tell me in the office?
It's not a secret, it's just my thing.
Just answer me, I like to know about my patients' lives, does it have to do with sex?
My still lifeless stick, I wasn't even close to getting excited, only the question piqued my curiosity.
What if I do?
She took a long time to respond. It took a long time, and I was already regretting it, thinking that I had to apologize, imagining that I had to get another dentist, feeling guilty, obscene, discarded, and that's when the phone rang, and I got scared, it was her calling me.
- What's up?
- Hello, William, can you talk?
- I can, of course I can.
Sergio took Victor to a soccer game, and he never went, let alone Botafogo.
- But the game isn't even here, is it not in Brasilia?
Yeah, and they're not coming back tonight, so they're sleeping over, and I'm all alone, and I need to talk.
- Well, it's not that.
So tell me, what do you do on the Internet?
If I tell you, you'll never speak to me again.
I have so many strange patients, you wouldn't be the strangest, unless you're a murderer or one of those who likes to rape women.
It doesn't go that far either.
Well, it can't be that bad.
- What do you want to know?
I need to hear some bullshit today.
- Swear it!
I had the first reactions, the blood throbbing, the breathing getting short, her voice, thin, steady, a voice that got more and more exciting.
Say, you strip at Only Fans, is that it?
I wish I could make some money.
- So you're one of those escort sites out there, and I bet you post some... charming pictures.
- You're very imaginative, you know.
I'm curious, yes, I confess, but can't I?
Of course you can, but with me, I'm gonna end up losing the dentist.
If you talk, I'll tell you what I'm doing right now.
We were silent for a few seconds, and I couldn't believe the direction this conversation was taking, and she seemed to be overflowing with, I don't know, anger or passion, or was it just pure curiosity?
- Speak up, I won't tell anyone.
What if I told you that I write, that I write short stories on the Internet?
And why does that have to be a secret?
- Because they're stories of a certain style, a specific type.
I'm not getting any of this.
- It's erotic stories Rosana, that's what I do on the Internet.
The long silence was now hers, Rosana silent and I regretting.
You're a straight-up, square-ass writer of bullshit stories, is that why Leticia dumped you?
No, no, no, that happened after we broke up.
- And you come in here, you make people masturbate by reading your stories?
- I got it.
- How do you know that?
Some of them do.
- Just the men?
Most of them, but I think women do, too.
- I didn't even know there was such a website. I didn't even imagine. I think you're a serious man, all right! And come here, women read your stories?
They don't comment much on mine, almost no one does, but even some of my texts are viewed well, so it shouldn't be just men.
- So my patient is a short story writer.
That's why I didn't want to tell you, and now you won't want to talk to me, let alone see me in your office.
Of course not, I'm glad to hear it.
- Maybe why?
- Didn't I tell you to talk about what I'm doing now?
- And what are you doing now Rosana?
The silence got heavy, and I thought I heard a squeal, like a groan or something, I don't know what it was.
- I've been feeling very lonely lately, especially today, but also...
- Need what, Rosana?
- Do you know where my hand is now?
She was lowering her voice, she was slowing down, she was speaking more forcefully, and I was going at the same pace.
- No, where's your hand?
I'm a writer, what do you want me to do, use my imagination and show me how you make your readers horny?
Rosana, this is getting out of hand.
Speak, speak, I'll do it any way you want, just ask.
I ended up throwing myself off a cliff.
Are you smoothing your forehead over your panties?
I was just doing that.
- Then leave your phone on speakerphone and flatten your boob too, one hand on your lapel and the other hand clenching your beaks, and I bet you have the most beautiful boobs in this place.
I'm going to go to the bathroom, and I'm going to go to the bathroom.
- Are you getting hard?
I'm going to go to the bathroom, I'm going to go to the bathroom.
- What about the little bucket, warming up, getting wet?
You're on fire, you're sweating, you're sweating a lot.
- Put your thumbs in there, stick your hand in your panties, spin, spin nice and round, that... that cute little mermaid thing you do when no one's looking.
What do you want to do with me, your dentist?
My mouth drying up and Rosana's voice getting more and more sly, sassy, hot.
Find the cricket, show it, show it to me.
- It's so hard, red, it's barking, it's driving me crazy, it's driving me crazy, it's driving me crazy, it's driving me crazy, it's driving me crazy, it's driving me crazy, it's driving me crazy, it's driving me crazy, it's driving me crazy, it's driving me crazy, it's driving me crazy, it's driving me crazy, it's driving me crazy
Soak the tip of your finger in your tongue and just pass it, smooth around it, slowly, well, wander around it, just the tip of your finger playing with it, that tough little cricket of yours.
Is that what you write in your stories, is that how you treat your readers?
It's not what you wanted, to go crazy.
Where's your hand now? Tell me, tell me! I want to know!
- Inside my pants, smoothing out my... crazy penis for one, one mouth, one beautiful mouth to suck my head off.
I think it's so exciting when a man gets like that, he puts it out, he shows his jacket too.
I want to fuck you in your bed until you can't take it anymore.
- Isssss!! You are here, right in front of me. Bald, very tasty, a beautiful hard and wet dick between your fingers... Beautiful fingers. Aaaaaiiii Guilheeerme what madnessaaaahh!!
Put two fingers in there, put them deep in that bouquet, you must be as beautiful as Rosana, as beautiful as her smile.
Do not praise me, do not make me mad anymore boy!
That's what you are, a beautiful, hot cat, scratch deep, stick your fingers in and wet Rosana.
It's like that... in there.
- It's itching, the way you like it, make that bouquet with your fingers and the bed, you're delicious, delicious Rosana, take a picture and send it to me.
You're such a bitch, you're making a whore of me, you know, making your dentist a slut, a whore!
Tell me all about it, Rosana.
- You really want to know what whore your dentist is doing... because of you Guilherme!! Aaaaiiii... It's getting so hoteee wethaaadooo. Is that what you do with them, is it? Is that how you treat your readers?
Talk, tell me everything, tell me all the shit you're doing right now.
- Curious! You're very naughty. Did you know? AAAaaahhhh... I'm with my legs folded, open and my fingers aaaaahhh! My fingers are stuck in the bottom, in the bottom of itaaaa... Aiiiii, boy!! It's running a juice, a smell... Aaaaaiiii Guiiiiiiiiii!! How I wanted you inside me boyaaazzzz!!
- Show Rosana, show more that beautiful one that you have between your legs, the Syrian girl thinking of me, the really naughty Syrian girl, the one you can't stand... delicious!
- Crazy Guilherme!! You are making me crazy boy!! Aaaaah!! Holy shit!! It's getting wet and hot, very hot Guilherme. Aaaaah my little cricket is so hardooo aaaaah my DEuuussss!!
I want to see you wet the bed Rosana!
If I could I'd want you here, naked, to see your hard, beautiful cock, to give you a kiss where you like it best, hmm, heinnnn? Speak to me, speak! It's hot, it's hard... Wet?
- I'm going to mock Rosana, I can't stand it!
- So enjoy, enjoy writer freak. Enjoy that I want to hear. Imagine that you are here, in front of me. Seeing my kiss on your face, soaked, just for you... Guiiii!! I'm getting crazy, crazy, imagining you inside me, your dick piercing me and eating, eating your dentist. You're naughty, you know? The dick of my beautiful patient at the bottom of my grutinhaaaaiiii Guilhermeeeeeee!
I'm not going to tell you what to do. I'm going to tell you what to do.
- Did you have fun? Did you? Did you have a good time? That creamy white gala going down the head of the stick? It must be so nice, beautiful, my patient with the <unk>cacete<unk> melecado because of me, huh? Guilherme Antunes Almeida. It's delicious, talk to me! Aaaaaaaannhhhh!! Guiiiiiiiii dear I think I will not aaaaaiiiii Dear, our!!
I could hear her moaning on her cell phone, a metallic, loud, painful moan, and I was still clutching at the head of the stick, the smell of fucking rising.
- Did you wet the bed?
- My Nossaaa!! What is this? What a strange thing! You making me so crazy and crazy. What madness! Well I was in need. Ufffaaaaa!.
- Let me go over there, let me see you.
Tell me, did you really have fun, or was it just a pretense?
Of course I did, didn't you hear?
- Did you ejaculate on purpose or just a little?
- Enough, don't you want to see?
- It must be delicious. I've never tasted, you know, but yours... yours I think I'd taste. Who knows a kiss on the head, a clever lick. Oh, what nonsense! Jesus! Is that what you write? Is that what you do with your characters do, all this "putaria"
- A lot more.
Are you even more perverted than you've been with me?
There's an awkward silence, and I can't wait to see Rosana and her loose talk.
- But I like it, I like what you did to me boy!
- Send at least a picture.
A black cat, all wet, that's right, the hand, you can't tell.
- Suck it and see if you like it.
- Oh, Guilherme! What is this! What do you think I am? Ha ha ha... Ummmmm!! Strange, it tastes... I don't know what? What does it taste like?
- Will you let me in there?
It's much better than expected, isn't it, or did you imagine your dentist naked in bed... making fun of you on your cell phone?
- Better than the package.
- Well, it's late, but Sergio's going to call me soon, and then we'll talk.
- Rosana, Rosanaaaa!! - What are you doing?
She hung up on me. I thought about returning, but something told me not to. Between frustration and wonder I ended up taking a bath. Then watching TV I even doubted if it had really happened, if it hadn't been a dream. What a dream!
I sent a message over the zap.
- What happened to Rosana?
She didn't answer me.
But around midnight, the phone rings, and I'm falling asleep, and I open it, and there's a picture of her, a selfie of her with her phone facing a mirror, right in front of her face, naked, dark skin, medium breasts, dressed in sexy red underpants.
- What do you think?