Busty Dentist’s Special Treatment

I had a bad toothache that day. It lasted for a week, and as much as I hate to admit it, I can hardly stand dentists. I mean, when I was a kid, my mom had to lie to me about where we were going because she just wouldn’t get me into the dentist’s room. And now that I’ve been married for ten years, my wife doesn’t lie to me, but she turns from a kind, gentle person into a commanding bitch and just tells me to suck it up and go to the dentist and don’t come back until my teeth are all right again.
And so, of course, I lie to her.
I’m not a moron to think that everything will go from being in excruciating pain one day, through no external culprit, to a wonderful day the next day when my tooth doesn’t hurt at all. I don’t have a logical explanation for this, so I won’t even take a stab at one.
Long story short, it took a week, seven days of horrible agony, when I would have rather had half my jaw ripped out just to make it go away, when I treated myself with all sorts of wannabe smart granny tips found on the internet. And until my wife, who of course recognized everything about me, ran out of patience, rushed me to the car and, unable to reason with her because my fucking tooth hurt like crazy, hustled me off to the dentist. She even sat next to me in the waiting room so I wouldn’t randomly wander off.
And that’s how I ended up in the dentist’s office.
There was a person dressed in a green robe, I didn’t notice the doctor at all and stubbornly refused to even open my mouth until they pressed a mask to my face and I took a deep breath of laughing gas. I still didn’t feel like laughing, though. But the tooth didn’t hurt anymore.
What came next, no one would believe me. Some say I simply made it up, and the others attribute it all to hallucinations from the laughing gas. But I know the ground realities, I know what’s genuine and what’s not, even if I’m a little dizzy and a little more eager to laugh than usual.
The dentist was a woman.
She was in her mid-thirties, maybe a little younger, because she had a distinctive make-up that suited her immensely. She could make a living in porn in no time with that face, and from what was going to be revealed in a moment, she had more than just the looks for it, but quite possibly the attitude as well.
Those boobs were pretty definitely fake. When she leaned over me to look at that niggling tooth, I had those two giant balls right in front of my face. Her top button snapped off under the onslaught of that curvaceous beauty, and as a result she rolled her cleavage out at me, and I could hardly resist burrowing my face between those tits.
It was a relief. Now that I couldn’t feel the tooth at all, I realised that it had been two weeks since I last had little fun with my wife. I tried not to look at the breasts directly, more like an oblique view, but she must have known what a generous view she was offering me, so I didn’t put up much of a fight. Fortunately, I had only a semi, and even in my light linen pants it couldn’t be that obvious.
Then I forced myself to look away. After all, when my wife dragged me to the dentist, once I was in the chair and for once the pain had stopped, I needed the tooth beauty to do what she could and not throw me out into the waiting room where my better half was still waiting.
I know for a fact that there were three pictures hanging in the left corner of the office. They were all black and white. The one on the far left was a cartoon frog, the one in the middle was a running horse, and the one on the right I didn’t get a good look at because it was already dangerously close to the view I was trying to avoid.
And then it happened.
As her right hand reached over my shoulder for something, she accidentally put her left hand right in my lap. This gorgeous, sexy chick with her giant tits in front of my face had just touched my instantly stiffening dick.
It was only a moment, a second, certainly no more than two seconds.
Then she removed her hand again and fumbled with my mouth and once again, while there was nothing I could do about my bulge in her crotch, I stared right at her gorgeous breasts that were almost falling out of her plunging cleavage at me. I could smell her perfume. I could feel the heat of her skin. I could see her chest getting broader with every breath she took, and every time, before she breathed out again, I was sure another button would burst and all that smooth, soft gorgeousness would tumble right into my face and smother me.
That’s how I last felt as a teenager, completely out of control. This has to stop, now.
When she undid another button, I assumed she had accidentally tripped over it. She flicked it and it gave way without resistance, and from her cleavage, which was already naughty and terribly arousing, the green fabric of her dental uniform now just barely hid her nipples.
She reached for something again.
She put her hand in my crotch a second time, and there wasn’t any doubt this time. I felt her gentle squeeze beneath the fabric while she pressed the soft skin of her full breasts against my face for a brief moment.
She pretended to be completely unaware that her gorgeous, sexy, giant breasts were now completely naked, her pale nipples absolutely stiff and moving just inches from my eyes. If I stuck my tongue out, I could take them in my mouth. Only it wasn’t for tongue-licking, my mouth was wide open and some thing perched between my lips prevented me from even moving them.
My cock was completely hard. Firm and erect, ready and willing. No frills and no pretence.
And the bitch was still massaging my cock. Not all the time. Not properly, it wasn’t a good, straightforward hand-job. Nope. She was still playing that crazy game of reaching for something, pressing her naked breasts to my face while she wiggled her hand two or three times in my crotch.
I had long since crossed the line where I could take it back. Even if she had a change of heart or a nurse came in, hell, even if my own beloved wife, who had brought me in with touching concern for my health and was still waiting in the waiting room, even if she walked in, there was no stopping it.
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At that point, I didn’t quite care what happened to the tooth. I’m a man, after all, and I can take a little pain if they kick me out. I resignedly accepted the pleasure.
She had skilled hands.
Sometime between the whirring of the drill and the whirring of the grinder, she took it completely out and, still wearing the blue latex glove, this time without pretence, massaged my dick thoroughly and skillfully. I didn’t even notice when she plugged the hole in my tooth with a white filling because I was much more aware of the other hand massaging my hard cock. I think I practically didn’t blink, gazing in fascination at those amazing tits as I neared the point of cumming.
And there it was.
Oh god, and that there was something to squirt.
Several massive explosions, inside and out. Crazy pleasure and sudden wetness, several powerful spurts right onto the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen.
I wanted to reach for the paper tissue, but she was faster and surprised me again. She gripped my flagging erection and carefully licked up all the cum. Then, as if that was what I had come for in the first place, she gently put it back in my pants and buttoned me up.
She still had those breasts bare when she took off my bib and said, “Done.”
I don’t even know how I stood up and walked to the door.
My sweet wife was still sitting in the waiting room. She immediately jumped up when she saw me coming, cautiously placing her lips on the other cheek from where the tooth was being treated.
She smiled at me.
She said: “So, it didn’t really hurt, right?”
I shrugged. I grinned because I really wasn’t capable of decent smiling.
I nod.
“Challenging… but kind of satisfying.”

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