It is Saturday, mid-morning.
My cellphone rings, I pick it up and see that it is my answering service. I take the call.
"Yes, speaking...What are the symptoms?"...looking for a pen and paper.
"What is her number?...OK. Thanks."
I jot down the number.
"Stephanie! What have I gotten myself into now?" I say to myself. Maybe she really does have a bad tooth. This is not likely. Her teeth were fine a month ago. Most likely, she is just grinding her teeth. She has always struck me as being a rather high-strung woman.
I dial her number.
"Stephanie...I got your message...Tell me the symptoms?...Most likely it is nothing more then grinding your teeth....Because, your exam was perfect last month."
It was perfect in more ways then one, I think to myself.
"Ok...Then meet me at my office in 45 minutes."
Damn it. I just wanted to watch the baseball game today. I get my keys and head off to the office.
I arrive at the office before Stephanie. Opening the door, I turn off the alarm system and switch on the lights. Pulling Stephanie's charts, I go back to the examining room and ready the items needed for the exam.
10 minutes after I arrive, I hear banging coming from the lobby. I assume it is Stephanie. As I enter the lobby, I see her standing at the door. She is amazing looking. Who could have blamed me for what I had done? Well, the ADA and the state licensing board amongst others! She is dressed very casually. Jeans, blue t-shirt, and flat sandals.
I open the door and she says, "Thank you for seeing me, I am sorry about ruining your Saturday."
"No problem," I reply.
She appears to be in a great deal of discomfort.
"I woke up with my jaw hurting."
"Ok. Lets go back to the examining room."
"Is anyone else here?"
"No. Are you ok with that? I will call someone in if that makes you more comfortable. However, I thought I would do the exam first, then decide whether I need an assistant?"
"No. I am ok with it," she says without hesitation.
We get to the examining room. This is the exact room in which I fucked her mouth last month. There is no change in her demeanor as she takes her seat in the examination chair.
"I will be right back."
I go to my office and put on a scrub top. I just wouldn't feel right without it.
Returning to the examination room, I wash and dry my hands. I take a seat on the stool and roll over to Stephanie. I lower the chair.
Placing the bib chain around her neck, I clip it to the bib. Gathering the dental instruments, I place them on the bib.
"Now tell me where it hurts?"
"Right side of my mouth, on the bottom, towards the back."
"You noticed it this morning when you first woke?"
"Yes."
"Has it improved at all?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Ok. Open and turn towards me."
I adjust the light, pick up the dental mirror and begin examining Stephanie's mouth. First just a visual exam.
"Nothing visible. Now, I will tap you teeth, let me know if I find the tooth that hurts."
I start tapping her teeth, starting with her lower molars and working to the front. At the first molar, she flinches.
"Is that the one?"
"Yes," she replies.
I pull her last set of x-rays and review them.
"Well, these x-rays are over a year old. It looked fine then."
"Chomp you teeth a bit."
She complies.
"Does that hurt?"
"Yes."
"Mmm. Does it feel like the tooth is a bit tall? Meaning it comes together with the top teeth before the others?"
"Yes."
"Ok."
Using articulating paper, I check her bite. I place the strip on the suspect tooth.
"Ok. Bite down and grind your teeth together."
She complies and I check the bite.
"It does appear to be a bit taller then the others. This could be caused by an infection or grinding your teeth. I am going to need to take x-rays in order to rule out infection."
I can see that this doesn't make her happy.
"Do we really have to? I hate the thought of that."
"I will only take one x-ray of the one tooth and adjoining teeth. Otherwise, I will just let you go and see what happens."
I can see that this prospect doesn't sit well with her.
"Ok. Just the one," she says.
Without thinking, "good girl" comes from my mouth. She smiles.
Positioning the film in her mouth, her breathing changes. I realize I need to be as quick and professional as possible or I am going to end up in the same situation as I did last time. Once the film is in position, I position the x-ray tube head and step out of the room. You can handle this I think to myself.
"Hold still." I click the button.
Rushing back in, I move the x-ray tube head away from her head.
"Open."
I reach in and retrieve the film from her mouth; however, not without her brushing my finger with her tongue.
"I need to develop the film. Be about 10 minutes. Need something to read?"
Looking up at me she says, "No. I will be ok."
I head off to the darkroom to develop the x-ray. I put the developed image up on the light box to view it. Everything looks fine. With the x-ray, I am sure she is just grinding her teeth. Nothing to worry about although she may need a mouth guard at night.
I am looking at the x-ray as I turn and walk into the examining room.
"Stephanie, I think..."
I stop in my tracks. She is lying nude in the chair.
"I want you to fuck me. Here in the chair," she declares.
"Ah..." She has caught me off guard.
"I have always had sexual fantasies about dominant men standing over me, using me. You made that fantasy come true. I want more."
Taking a seat on the stool, I swivel around to her. As she tells me this, I am taking her in. She is beautiful, her lips, eyes, tits, hard nipples, and her smooth pussy.
"Ah..."
"You're not married, do you have girlfriend?"
"No."
"You don't find me attractive?"
"No. It is just unprofessional."
"I wont tell anyone."
"That is not the point. Are you certain you want to get involved with me?"
"Yes."
"I am old enough to be" ... I am thinking father, "your older brother."
She laughs, "You're old enough to be my father. I love older men."
"Ok. If we are going to do this, you have to follow my rules and do what I say. Do you agree?" I ask her.
"Yes," she answers with a smile.
I tell her to stand up. I pull off my scrub top and proceed to blindfold her with it. I turn her around facing the chair. Bending her over, I have her put her elbows on the chair. I wheel the stool behind her and lower it. I want to work on her pussy.
This woman's pussy is even better then her teeth, so very smooth.
"Did you shave for your visit?" I ask.