Filling my cavity

If there is one thing in my life that I dread more than anything it is going to the dentist. Every six months I sit in the dentist’s chair, mouth open and eyes closed, as he meticulously inspects my teeth. My sweaty hands clutch the arms of the chair as he prods and pokes each tooth until, after what seems like an eternity, he says the words I am desperate to hear. “Your teeth are in great condition. See you in six months.” It had been several years since I’d needed any work on my teeth but all good things must come to an end.

I was eating breakfast as usual when, as I crunched on my cereal, one of my fillings came free. I spat it out onto the kitchen table and stared at it with a mixture of anger and dread. I knew that I would have to get it filled, and that it was for the best. But that didn’t help. So I rang the surgery and, the following day I was sitting in the waiting room, trying to take my mind off what was in store for me.

The only thing that helped was that the dentist had a very attractive nurse who assisted him. Now his surgery was on the first floor, above the waiting room. When the dentist was ready he would send the nurse down to get the next patient. To do this she would descend the stairs which, by a stroke of luck were quite steep and open plan. The last time I was in the waiting room she was wearing a skirt and, due to the steep nature of the stairs, I caught a glimpse of the curve of her bottom as she descended.

I heard the door of the dentist’s surgery open and, knowing that I was next. Sat back in my chair to create the angle necessary to get a cheap thrill before the terror of the surgery I was about to undergo. Three taps of her heels on the steps and I was disappointed. She was wearing trousers!

“Mr James. The dentist will see you now.”

The nurse turned around and walked up the stairs. I trudged up the stairs, entered the surgery and sat in the chair of torture. The dentist began explaining what he was going to do. This should have put me at ease but in my state I was oblivious to his words until I heard something that grabbed my attention. The word ‘injection’.

“I don’t want an injection,” I blurted out in panic.

I had a morbid fear of needles, although that wasn’t why I didn’t want an injection. Dentist’s injections are painful. Pain before he has even started on your teeth! And then the numbness that makes you dribble uncontrollably for hours afterwards. And finally, when the anaesthetic wears off, the pain that you should have felt during the operation kicks in!

“Well I can give you gas and air if you like,” suggested the dentist.

I didn’t like that idea either. But it would be less painful than the injection. As I was making the choice the dentist caught the nurses attention and, without speaking looked at her as if asking her permission for something. She smiled and nodded.

“Of course there is a new technique we are trialling,” said the dentist. “It has been successful with some of our clients but I would need your consent before beginning.”

“Does it involve any pain?” I asked hopefully.

“No one has complained so far,” smiled the dentist reassuringly.

So I consented to the dentist’s revolutionary procedure and he began.

As usual the nurse walked over to the chair and set out the instruments of torture on a tray attached to the side. Then the dentist began to lower the back of the chair until I was effectively lying down.

The nurse attached a large plastic bib around my neck. I was wondering when this new technique was going to begin. I didn’t have long to wait.

I could the noise of a zip being undone. In my position it was difficult to see, as my head was pointing to the ceiling, but my peripheral vision locked on to the sight of the nurse’s firm buttocks as she lowered her trousers. Still with her back to me she discarded her shirt and unhooked her bra. She turned to face me. Her breasts were milky white, with hard red nipples, and swayed hypnotically as she walked towards me. In her hand was a blindfold. She bent over me, her tits hanging tantalisingly over my mouth, and attached the blindfold. Damn! I cursed the darkness. But I realised later that this had two benefits. First my head needed to stay in position for the dentist to work. I would have found it difficult to keep my head still in an effort to see more of those gorgeous breasts. But secondly, the key to the technique the dentist was perfecting involved sensations other than sight.

“Are we ready?” the dentist asked the nurse.

“Oh yes,” replied the nurse.

“Open wide Mr. James,” said the dentist.

As the dentist began my mind, instead of being focused on the pains inside my mouth, was focused on what the nurse was doing. I felt her hand on my thigh. She moved her hand up until she cupped my balls through my trousers. My cock started to react. Her other hand expertly undid my belt, lowered the zip and reached into my pants. She coaxed my cock out of my underwear and began to stroke it lightly with her fingers. Then I could feel her warm wet tongue. I touched the tip of my cock and tickled it, flicking her tongue like a viper. This was amazing. My senses were totally focused on what the nurse was doing. I was oblivious to the dentist, going to work on my cavity.

There was a slight pause in the pleasure as she moved my trousers and underwear down to my knees. And then she really went to work. She sucked the tip of my cock and then took me whole, right down to the base, opening her mouth slightly to enable her tongue to lick my balls. It felt her lips as they moved up to my foreskin. And then, nothing. My mind was racing. Was that it? Why had she stopped? Had the dentist finished already? In the confusion my senses switched to my mouth and I winced as I felt the drill on my tooth. Obviously he hadn’t finished. But the pain was short-lived. My cock was now being squeezed between her breasts. She was moving them up and down my shaft, massaging my cock. The sensation of her soft, cool boobs rubbing against my hot hard dick was almost unbearable. This continued for several minutes (although it could have been hours as I was unable to gauge the passing of time). Every so often the massage stopped and one of her bullet-like nipples teased the tip of my cock. And then another pause.

Suddenly I could hear her climbing onto the chair, her legs straddling me cowgirl style. The tip of my penis felt the hot wet lips of her pussy. Her hand delicately manoeuvred me into position and then she plunged down on cock, her buttocks hitting my pelvic bone with a slap. She began to bounce up and down on me. I felt every inch of her warm, soft vagina with my cock, again and again bringing me to the edge of what would be an orgasm of epic proportions. Just then I could just make out the dentist saying, “It’s o.k. I’ve completed the filling. Finish Mr. James off please.”

As I began to tense and shift uncomfortably, she sensed that I was close and dismounted, continuing manually until, with an outburst of “Oh Fuck!” (Which I later apologised for), I came so hard that it apparently hit the overhead light that was attached to the chair. I know because, when the blindfold was eventually removed, the nurse was wiping it off with a disposable cloth. Before she removed the blindfold the nurse wiped my dick and the surrounding area with a sponge, dried it with a towel and dressed me.

The blindfold was taken off. The dentist raised the back of the chair and, as my eyes adjusted to the light I just caught sight of the nurse’s breasts, as she fastened her bra at the front and twisted it round to lift and support them.

“Well Mr. James,” said the dentist, “what do you think of our new technique? Did you feel anything?”

“I did,” I replied, my gaze firmly fixed on the nurse as she pulled her panties up. “But it wasn’t pain.”

“Well the filling seems to have been successful but, if you have any problems with it then just give me a call,” smiled the dentist. “If not I’ll see you in six months.

Standing outside the dentist’s surgery, in the warm summer sun, I tried to come to terms with what had just happened. Then I began walking home. I felt hungry, so I popped into the store to buy a snack.

“Hi there, you look in a good mood,” said the owner as I paid for my snack.

“Oh I’ve just been to the dentist. I had to have a cavity filled,” I smiled.

“And you are buying peanut brittle. Is that wise?” he said quizzically.

“Oh yes,” I replied.