Vladi My Dentist

[You'll have to get past the real dental visits and nightmares to get to the sex.]

Vladi, My Dentist

My beautiful dentist stabbed my upper left gum for the

sixth

time. My pulse raced; my mouth drooped on the left; my tongue refused to cooperate; my cheek was thick rubber; my words were gibberish and made of spittle. I felt that sixth shot of novocaine as much as the first. Each one felt like a spear shoved into my gums, and each ripped them apart. With my life-or-death trigger tripped, my fight-or-flight directive kicked into high as soon as the suction tube hooked on my mouth.

Dr. Vladimirovich, she preferred to be called Vladi to separate her further from her dracul heritage, refused to believe I could still feel any pain so she ordered her dental assistant, Clara, to proceed with my cleaning.

Scraping my teeth wasn't too bad, yet, still uncomfortable and terror inducing, but when Clara went under my gum, it felt like she used a dull butter knife. When I felt the gum rip, I tried to scramble over the back of the chair in panic and pain as my muscles tensed and I briefly ignored the lusty allure of the sex goddess torturing me. The "stun gun" level pain on my gums made a tear escape my left eye. Clara pushed me back down with a hand on my soft dick. Dr. Vladi calmly observed that I must have a nerve spur they didn't reach.

Calmly!? Bitch!

So why did I return to this life threatening, heartless being? Something about her smoldering looks, her ideal yet overabundant figure, and maybe her hypnotic, pale grey eyes. Being near her takes my breath away, makes my heart race with pleasure, makes me want to please her. Her sexy assistant is also easy on the eyes and captivating. Even her "Dr. Vladi and Ass" was provocative as there was no period after Ass in her signs.

Their outfits were a little different that day. Both their blouses were unbuttoned as far as their short lab coats allowed. Deep, low cleavages caught my eye and made it hard not to stare at their bountiful and braless chests. If not for my Dentophobia, they would have been totally and sufficiently distracting.

Dr. Vladi commented that they had tried all they could to dull my pain: laughing gas made me nauseated; acupuncture did nothing; acupressure with massage didn't help; hypnotism was useless; even their

special

ability to overpower people could not beat my phobia.

From my first visit for simple X-rays and cleaning, Dr. Vladi explained that she had a special office policy for extremely nervous patients like me. As she purred her policy through an enchanting smile, she unzipped my slacks and extracted my terrified dick. As she stroked it to full stiffness, she whispered to her assistant that it was time for plan S. Both fully opened their shirts setting four beautiful, firm tits, and stiff nipples free. I sighed then licked the closest nipple.

It turns out dental pain is somehow unique for me. So special. I can suppress most pain easily. By example, jumping off a ladder at a construction site once sent a big, rusty nail, sticking up in a wood scrap, through my shoe, foot, and out the top. My bored reaction: "Ouch. Look at that."

As a kid, stepping off a curb to grab a ball ran my leg against a ragged, rusty floor board on an old car. It ripped a three-inch gap on my shin. After a slightly bigger "ouch," I calmly walked home, washed it with peroxide and tried to close the wide gap. No stitches, so I still have a sizeable scar.

I also put my hand through a door's glass window with little pain, but lots of blood. Many small scars surround my veins to this day. While cutting a cardboard tube and stabbing myself with a pen knife that slipped deep into my thumb's base, next to a vein, I let out a small ouch with little blood. I survived a pencil stab in my hand with little pain. When I broke both bones in my arm by falling on it, it amused me to stare at my limp wrist which refused to move when ordered. It swung loosely. When I went home and showed my mom my new trick, she screamed in hysteria and off we went to a hospital.

Helping an old man come up from a cellar in Brooklyn was not a problem until I closed the heavy, dual, steel doors for him. My big toe was just over the edge and the door slammed onto it with a loud bang -- some of that volume was from me. Now

that

hurt! It burned and hurt a little less as I tried to walk it off. As I walked, or hopped, my pain level was a 9 - a 4 - 9 - 4 - 9. When I heard and felt my foot squish in my sneaker, I went home to check it. The sneaker was full of blood and my sock was drenched. Removing the sock became a problem when it snagged on what was left of my semi attached big toe nail. With my nail hanging by just a corner, I yanked the sock, and nail, off.

TEN!

That pain blinded me for seconds and was the closest I came to the pain of having my gums ripped or the low speed drill used for my first cavity; the heat then inside my tooth terrified me, but that dentist heartlessly ignored me as my hands twisted his chair's arms.

One more example before I return to dracul, umm Dr. Vladi. There's a nerve conduction test where a small needle is stuck just below the knee and another, wider one, stuck near the ankle bone. That alone made me flinch hard with pain. The tester connected leads to the needles and then blasted that nerve with a mere 5000 volt shot. The

first

time tested, I didn't know details so I could not prepare. Though lying face down, my leg shot up and nearly hit the ceiling. It was, briefly, extremely painful.

The second time tested, I knew what to expect. The doctor and her student stabbed the small needle in, then I asked her to touch where she was about to plunge the wide probe and give me thirty seconds to desensitize that spot. Three slow breaths later, I gave her my OK and she slid the wide probe in. I heard her grunt, "Oh?" then connect the leads. When she hit me with 5000 volts, I felt the twinge and my leg barely moved. She asked, "How did you do that? I've never seen anyone react so little." That confirmed my control over pain -- with one, dental, exception.

While her assistant cuddled my balls, Dr. Vladi leaned far over, let her tasty nipple brush my lips as she continued to massage my cock, and whispered, "You ahhr too tense to continue today. You vill come bach to finish your mouth. Yes?" With her blouse hanging away from her chest and her firm hand on my cock, she nibbled on my ear. How could I refuse that or her hypnotic twins' persuasion? Vladi put her foot between my legs and hiked her skirt. I took the hint and slid up her sexy legs until I encountered her bare, hairless, and damp pussy. As I slipped into her beguiling cock sleeve, her assistant leaned into me. As Clara unclipped the bib, she kissed me with moist tongue, then wiped a bloody drop from my ear. Sweet fragrance swirled up from her cleavage and her exposed girls.

"Of c-c-course I'll return," I mumbled as I stared and sighed. Maybe next time I can lick both pussies. My euphoria lasted until I got in my car. Spell broken, I shouted to no one, "Why the hell did I agree to come back for more torture? Oh yeah, I remember now." Visions of sugar tits danced in my head, and I wondered how tasty their pussies were.

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My wife, Sue, laughed at my submission and cock dreams. She knew what they were, and reminded me I'd agreed to support her at

her

dental appointment that week. Cringing didn't save me. How could I go to another dentist in the same office while the horror of stabbed and bleeding gums, the prognostic of tortured death, was so fresh in my head, and mouth?

Sue had permanent discoloration in her teeth because of calcium-tetracycline in her enamel from childhood. These complexes darken on exposure to light, which leads to the gray or brown colored teeth. The "treatment" was capping all her front teeth. Neither of us fully grasped what that meant or we would have reconsidered. The expense alone was enough to remind her that I was fine with her grey teeth and didn't think they marred her beautiful face. She disagreed and felt the need to stop hiding her smile.

While I summoned all my strength just to put myself near a dentist again and return to that office, Sue refused to show her nervousness. Yet, she wouldn't let me leave her side and kept a tight grip on my hand before and during the "treatment." Dr. Vladi winked at me when she passed the other office. I cringed... and nearly swooned with memories of her hot pussy and her hand on my cock.

As Sue's dentist, Vince, explained the office policy, he casually unbuttoned her blouse and spread it open to expose her bare tits. He pinched and pulled her nipple until it stood tall in its perfection. She watched, sighed, inhaled deeply, and enjoyed her "involuntary" exposure.

"Now lift your skirt to your waist," he said. Sue's jaw dropped. She stared at me, smiled, then released my hand to raise her skirt for him. Her eyes were on his which were following her hem slowly climbing her sexy legs. With a little smirk, she lifted her hips, wrapped her skirt across her navel, and smiled at him. Her small tits jostled as he and I both imagined them bouncing above our faces as we fucked her welcoming wet pussy. Only I knew how warmly exciting that actually was... so far.

As I imagined him fucking her with his huge, knobby, bent cock -- her fantasy ideal -- he slid up her bared sexy legs to her blue cotton panties. "I'll have to frequently monitor your O2 sats here," he said as he pulled her panties down. Her eyes closed as he revealed her short landing strip. I felt her joy as her clit appeared and responded to the chilled air. He licked his lips and I suspected he wanted to use his tongue to monitor her. She lifted her hips so her panties cleared her firm ass and swelling slit. All three of us stiffened when he removed her panties and spread her legs so we all saw her labia gape and moisten. She squeezed my stiff cock just as Dr. Vladi stopped at the doorway and stared at my wife's naked form, especially at her open pussy. A male patient following her stopped abruptly to stare at my naked wife. Sue smiled again.

Dr. Vince slipped two fingers into my wife and rotated them inside her wet pussy. As he spread her lips wider, he got within a tongue's length of her swollen sex and inhaled her exotic fragrance. He whispered to it, "Perfect. You are wet and fragrant. For a complete baseline, I must know how your beautiful vulva tastes and compare it when we're done." He took a long lap from her tiny taint, between her spread and swollen inner lips, to and around her stiff clit. He sighed and inhaled before standing with tented slacks. After nodding in gratitude at me, he got to work.

In preparation, he widened the gap in her upper front teeth. The whining screaming drill against her teeth brought a horrorfying image of another dentist asking, "Is it safe?" Just the thought of Lawrence Olivier asking that, then approaching Dustin Hoffman's front teeth in 1976's Marathon Man still nauseates me. Though Hoffman was restrained by another henchman, Sue voluntarily kept her mouth, and legs, open. My fists tightened and my stomach churned as I saw both drills approaching both mouths. Hoffman kept saying it was safe; the drills went closer.

Then the high speed grinding to widen her gap made me look away and shiver. Whiiiinnnnne, grind, vibrations and noise forced me to see through closed eyes as Olivier drilled completely through Hoffman's front tooth. Ohhhh noooo. My fist crushed her hand. Though I needed to vomit, I reminded myself I was not in the chair. The pain I felt, despite my blocks, were echoes of perception. She was fine and now supported me in my misery. Her legs hung off each side of the chair leaving her pussy widely exposed to Vince and anyone, staff or patients, who happened by the open door.

I felt a hand unzip and unfasten me. When my slacks and briefs hit the floor, and I felt a warm hand stroke my cock, I opened my eyes and saw Dr. Vladi on her knees jerking my cock while my wife watched. She moved Sue's small hand to the base of my cock as she lapped my bishop and sucked the first few inches into her skillful mouth. As I fucked her face, I checked on Sue and saw Dr. Vince behind her still grinding her upper teeth with Vladi's naked assistant eating Sue's pussy as a theoretical distraction. It worked as Sue moaned with pleasure and felt no pain.

Then it got worse. Vince changed bits and began grinding down her lower front row. Grinding, squealing, locking up the drill, enamel bits flying, those awful noises filled my head. Her lower row of rectangular teeth transformed into a row of sharp triangles. Clara fingered and ate Sue bringing her near orgasm. He went off to prepare a casting. Clara left when Sue shuddered in the chair. Sue was still painless, gasping, and even smiling a toothless smile as I filled Vladi's mouth with my fresh cum. She swallowed it all with a smile and left.

When Sue saw me struggle to smile back with wrenched face, she stepped out of her clothes keeping just her shoes on. "What? He,

they

, have already seen me naked. There's nothing more to see." I recalled the ASS on the office signs. She went to a mirror and saw the horror of tiny triangles in her mouth. That's when she nearly lost it. Calming her and my stomach was a challenge. Vince came back with a smile, with the casting material and set it down. Sue was bent over to stare into the big mirror and he savored her well-formed ass.

Dr. Vince said, "I may as well check you here, now that you're up." He bent her farther and pushed two fingers into her wet pussy from behind. I watched him spread her cheeks and thought,

NOW he's seen everything,

as he stared at her pink round hole. It winked and my cock twitched. He pet her sweet ass gently as he stroked her then tasted her nectar on his fingers. When he offered me a taste of my wife, I stepped forward and swirled my own finger in her as he watched. My cock surged. He extracted his long, knobby, bent cock and put my hand on it. "Feed me to your wife's pussy. I'll make sure you get into Vladi's and Clara's pussy. By the way, Vladi is from Dracul, OHIO, not that other place."

As he pumped himself in my hand and I fingered my wife, he stepped out of his clothes. Now naked, he stroked my cock and stepped closer to my moaning wife. I made her bend farther and aligned his cock with her expectant noisy pussy. He pushed his cock along her rear crack and circled her pulsing ass hole before letting me introduce his huge bent cock to her slippery pussy. Being bent up, I knew he would shortly be rubbing her G spot with it and she would cum quickly. I watched as he fucked my wife; I watched as she spread her cheeks for him to plunge deeper. With her immediate escalating moans leading to a quick, yet intense, orgasm, he filled my wife with his cum. His jerking hips slamming her ass made his hand stroke me and cum on Sue's ass.

Clara and Vladi had watched naked from the doorway and rushed in. Clara sucked Vince clean and savored the mixed cum on his cock while holding Sue's pussy closed. Vladi took me in her throat and sucked me clean. I watched Clara dip under Sue and release her pussy and a flood of Vince's cum. Vladi took over after Clara swallowed the first clump of mixed cum. She slurped Sue's pussy and commented how much she loved the special taste of "strange" cum mixed with her husband's. As I suspected. I didn't know yet that Clara was their daughter. Once we were all clean, Clara spread Sue's ass and licked her rear hole bringing a pleasant "ouuuu" from my wife. We all went back to the chair.

Despite all being naked and my cringing eyes, fitting the wobbly caps was the easiest part of a horrorfying day. We couldn't complain about the pleasant distraction of sex with three beautiful women.

Though she left with a major cosmetic upgrade, all I could see for that following week were tiny, sharp triangles in her mouth and all the naked flesh in that office. Yet, I was afraid to kiss her. Despite my tortured stomach, I won since I didn't vomit.

Though I thought Dentophobia was my one chink, when I widened my view, I found other phobias. Is fear of suffocating in various ways really a phobia? Is fear of restrictions in tight places -- caves, MRI tunnels -- a phobia? They seem to be reasonable fears to me.

When I consider visiting a dentist for pressing work, my pulse races again. Maybe I can do

without

that tooth and handle the pain? Is it worth risking my life? Looking forward to fucking Vladi and Clara helped me make an appointment. Sue said she would come and support me with a wink. I understood she wanted to eat mother and daughter while the other eats her. I couldn't wait to fuck both of them.

Second thoughts snuck in. Procrastinating always seems the better choice, especially when I must ask one more question -- "Is it safe?"

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12/5/21 seminal image: 2 real visits to dentist; how to make it better