Angela and the Cruel Dentist
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My Story Part 1 “Dentist” free porn video
I recently lost my mom a few months ago, and my father pass some years ago. I’m 35 straight female. I am married and have 3 beautiful girls. My life up until recently has been a good one. Great husband, loving kids, good job, nice house, & good friends.
But lately the memory of my childhood has been taking over my dreams and thoughts. I came across this site by chance through a friend who is, let just say “Into tabooish things” Anyway, after reading many of the stories. I am ready to tell my story.
I will try to start from my earlest memories and work up to my last memory. Please bear with me.
My first memory of my childhood is etched in my mind. I was around 5 or 6, we lived in Slidell, La. It was the late 80’s. I don’t remember if it was ’87 or ’88. I recall it being summer and my mom had brought me to a family friends dentist office. I don’t know how they knew each other, but I knew him, and had seen him at our house many times. My parents and he would go out on some times with other friends. My first few visits I don’t recall much but simple checkups. But one occasion started out different. Now back then, parents didn’t go in the back with kids during dentist checkups. And this was no problem to many. As was with my mom.
I remember I was alone when he came into the small room. I was taken by all the tools that were around me and just smiled as I always had. As he began to talk to me, he touched my thigh with one hand and held my head with his other hand. I was in a summer type dress and didn’t think much of where his hand was. I was never told about wrong and right touches. To me this was just part of my check up.
He would check my teeth with his mirror in one hand, and with his othe hand, he would rub softly on my inner thighs and would on occasion he’d pump into my undies and would rub upward pressing softly a crease into my panties that ran the length of my vagina. I never once thought this was wrong and never questioned any of it.
After each checkup he would ask me how I felt, was I ok? Was I uncomfortable with him checking me? I answered the same each time with “No Sir” he would smile and I’d get a new tooth brush and a sticker.
A few months later, I was once again in the dentist office for a checkup. I recall having lost a tooth and was excited to show my dentist this achievement. In the back room I was seated and waited to tell him my news. As he walked in, I gave a huge toothless smile and he knew right away. He made me feel important and grown as he told me things that I was going through was making me older. It was alot of blahblahblah, but it was just him talking. I adjusted myself in the seat and he rolls forward in his side chair and I opened my mouth for my checkup. As he looked about, I remember him looking down and seeing that I was wearing shorts and not a dress. “Shorts? Well that’s no good.” he says. I looked down and than back up to him. “What’s wrong with my shorts?”
“Well, I gotta check you out.” he answered
I didn’t think much about what I was doing from this point. I just thought it was ok and normal. I lifted him butt up and tughed down my shorts. As I did this, my dentist smiled and grabbed ahold of my shorts and pulled them down till they hit my ankles. Thats when it went from my teeth to my lower body..
“That’s much better.” he says.
“Now lift your knees and spread them apart.”
I did exactly what he asked without question or concern. It was normal for this type of checkup in my eyes. As I raised my knees and spread my legs. My dentist pulled my shirt up a little to uncover my panties and belly. He began rubbing my underwear and asked me questions about what felt good and all. As he rubbed I felt his fingers slipping under my thighband of my panties every few passes. Eventually he had my panties completely to one side and was now hovering over my body as he checked me in my mind, I was doing right by him and doing what I needed to do.
I remember him running a finger in and out of my vagina. I remember it hurting alittle at first, but became easier as he moved about.
After several minutes of him doing his checks he told me to pull up my shorts. He finished checking my teeth and said nothing more, but he would see me next time.
This went on for awhile, I never told anyone of this. My mom never knew I was being molested in the back dentist office while she read magazines in the waiting room.
We moved from Slidell to the Mississippi about 3 years later. My last few check ups with him were as they were always. He would check my teeth and than he would physical check my privates with his fingers and occasionally he would use a tool to insert inside me as if it was necessary in the check up.
I don’t know how long he was in practice for. He never said anything to me when he visited other than a hello. When we moved away, I never saw him again. After I got old enough to realize what had happened, I just kept it to myself. Its not like it was the only thing that was ever done to me, it was just something I went through. I don’t hate him or wish bad on him. He never hurt me in the sense of emotionally or physically. So I just chalked it up as part of my childhood.
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