I arrive at the dentist's clinic a bit late. I’m always so optimistic about what I think is possible in a certain timeframe. I shouldn’t have snoozed for that extra ten minutes. I lock up my bike and rush into the building. When I stumble through the entrance, the secretary looks at me with pulled-up eyebrows. “Good morning,” she says politely.

“Hi, Anna Brown, I have an appointment at nine o’clock with dentist John,” I say while I take off my coat. I’m sweating from the bike ride. It’s one of the first warm spring days, and I put on my winter jacket out of habit. A choice I’m regretting now.

“Unfortunately, John had to take a personal day. But our newest member of the team is available for your appointment, if that is okay with you?”

“Yeah, I guess, it’s just a check-up.”

“You can wait here, and Oliver will come get you shortly.”

“Okay, thanks,” I confirm, while I take a seat on the bench in the reception. With both my hands, I lift my long, dark, curly hair to cool off the back of my neck. I’m glad I have a moment to myself, so I’m not out of breath anymore from pedalling my bike like a crazy person.

After a minute or two, a tall person with messy brown hair, some stubble on his face, and, of course, the mandatory white coat, arrives at reception and asks, “Anna?”

“Yes,” I reply and get up to follow him into his office.

“Take a seat, Anna,” he says in a deep voice.

A slight tremble travels through my body. I’m a sucker for a rich and full masculine voice. When he comes closer, I notice some silver strands in his hair. Oliver seems to be in his fifties. When the receptionist mentioned a new dentist, I suspected it would be someone young, straight out of school. Not that I’m complaining. On the contrary. He is hot. Oliver can take his time with me.

“Open wide,” Oliver commands, and I immediately comply.

“Good girl,” he mumbles behind the face mask he put on.

I gasp just a little bit and look straight into his dark brown eyes. I quickly avert my eyes and hope he didn’t catch my response. Oh god, this is embarrassing. I cannot hold back the blush that colours my cheeks.

He chuckles softly: “So responsive.”

That comment only makes my face turn redder. I don’t know how to react to that. Not that I can say anything while he’s inspecting my teeth. My thoughts start spiralling to other things in my mouth than his dental equipment.

“You have such a beautiful mouth, perfect teeth, a dentist’s wet dream really," he purrs in my ear, while my heart rate speeds up. His deep voice resonates through me until it settles in my core and leaves me wet.

His gloved fingers take their time exploring the inside of my mouth. My usual dentist, John, definitely doesn't check my teeth like this. Why does this turn me on? And why is it so hot in here? His fingers touching my teeth, my lips, my tongue, suddenly feel very intimate. I try to resist the urge to suck on his fingers, although unwillingly, my tongue flicks his fingers lightly. I tense up. "Act as a normal patient, Anna", I think to myself.

I startle when he starts talking again, like a husky whisper in my ear. He is so close to me that I can feel his body heat. “We can always do a more comprehensive workup. I specialized in in-depth studies of the female mouth and throat. We would have to use a mouth retractor to get full access, of course. But if you surrender, it will be an intense and pleasant experience for both you and me.”

I hear my heartbeat pulsing in my ears. Okay, this isn't just my imagination running wild anymore. I clench my thighs involuntarily. My curiosity gets the better of me, and my eyes travel from the ceiling to his face. His dark eyes look straight into mine. He seems to see every filthy fantasy circling my mind. My breathing becomes shallower.

I decide to close my eyes in the hope it helps me settle back down. However, it only makes the filthiest parts of my imagination run wild. I fantasize about dropping to my knees and worshipping Oliver's cock. I would love to kiss it, lick it, suck it, swallow it, choke on it. Oh God ... If Freud were to get me on his couch, he would definitely diagnose me with an oral fixation. While Oliver continues to probe my mouth, my panties are getting soaked.

“All done”, Oliver suddenly says, good-tempered, as if nothing happened.

My mouth feels empty without his fingers in it.

“You can rinse with the cup of water if you want. But I like it best when you swallow,” Oliver suggests, while he removes his face mask.

I swallow instantly, like my body is on autopilot and I’m not in control anymore. He gives a big, warm smile and comes closer. I stand there, unable to move, lips parted slightly, breathing heavily.

He lays his gloved hand on my cheek, caresses it slightly, while he slides his hand down. His thumb brushes softly over my bottom lip and lingers there. I cannot resist the tension that is building any longer, and I lick it agonizingly slow. This seems to throw him off balance a bit. I maintain eye contact while I start sucking on his thumb.

He stares at my mouth in awe. "I would love to own that perfect mouth of yours."

I close my eyes and moan in response.

I stop sucking his digit, and he removes his thumb.

“You did perfectly,” he says, “I hope this exam was just as satisfactory for you as it was for me.”

I nod sheepishly.

His eyes darken. “If you experience some discomfort or require a more thorough oral examination, don’t hesitate to make a new appointment, Anna," he says in a low tone while he hands me a business card. "These are the contact details of my private practice."

I take his card while I nod again, still at a loss for words.

“I look forward to our next consultation,” he says while the left corner of his mouth curls up in amusement.

“Me too,” I breathe, “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re most welcome," he says intently.

He escorts me to the reception, and I feel the warmth of his big hand in the small of my back for a brief moment.

“That’s 78 euros,” says the receptionist, who snaps me out of my lust-filled haze.

Worth every cent, I think to myself as I ride home on my bike.