My Dentist

In the bustling city of Houston, Texas, I had an appointment with my dentist, Dr. Meena Patel. It was a regular six-month check-up scheduled for 11 AM on a Friday in September. The weather was still warm, but the evenings were beginning to cool down nicely. I had recently started a regime of weight and aerobic exercises, keeping me lean and strong in my late thirties. Finding Dr. Patel had eased my dental concerns significantly. She was exceptionally skilled and had a warm, inviting personality.

The day before the appointment, I received a call from Dr. Patel's office. Jennifer, the office manager and receptionist, informed me that Dr. Patel wanted to see me later in the afternoon, around 5 PM.

“Sure, I’ll be there,” I replied, happy for the chance to leave work early and avoid the heavy traffic on Highway 610.

When I arrived at the office at 4:50 PM, I was surprised to find Dr. Patel waiting for me alone. Jennifer and Dr. Patel's assistant were nowhere to be seen.

“Where is everyone?” I asked, a bit taken aback by the emptiness.

Dr. Patel smiled warmly. She had a radiant, cheerful smile that could light up any room. She was a Gujarati woman in her mid-thirties, with a fair complexion, petite frame, and an energetic, infectious personality. I had been coming to her for nearly two years and always enjoyed our conversations, which ranged from local Indian cultural events to personal anecdotes.

“I gave everyone an early start to their weekend since you were my last appointment,” she explained. “I hope you don’t mind spending the next 45 minutes with just me.”

“Not at all,” I responded, feeling a thrill of excitement for reasons I couldn’t quite understand. I couldn’t tell what Dr. Patel had in mind, but the situation was certainly intriguing.

A few minutes later, Dr. Patel had me lying down in the dental chair, working on my teeth. She was chatting about her upcoming vacation to Miami when she suddenly paused.

“Mr. Patel,” she hesitated before continuing, “I hope you don’t mind if I ask for a little assistance while I’m cleaning your teeth?”

“No problem at all,” I replied, curious about what she might need.

“Well, I’ve been having an itch for the last several minutes. The humidity in Houston can be unbearable sometimes! I’m sweating all over. I’m wearing my gloves and holding a dental pick, but I’d appreciate it if you could scratch my itch over there,” she said, pointing to her left breast.

I was a bit surprised but managed to respond calmly, “Sure, Doctor. Where exactly should I scratch?”

“Near my—you know—nipple,” she said, her voice soft but confident. “I’m asking because I trust you and wouldn’t ask any other patient to do this for me. Surely you won’t mind?”

“Well, anything to be of help,” I said, my heart racing. “But can I first open the buttons on your lab coat? That way, I can scratch better?”

“Sure, you may unbutton the top two,” she instructed.

Leaning to my left, I reached over to the top of her lab coat and unbuttoned the first two buttons. She was wearing a light pink blouse underneath, which fit her body nicely. Her breasts were fuller than I had imagined, probably a C-cup or slightly more.

“Where should I start?” I asked.

“Near my—you know—nipple,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

I reached for her left breast and began to scratch gently. Her nipple, which was soft to begin with, started to harden under my touch. I went around the nipple and gently scratched it, feeling it grow firmer.

“Is this good enough?” I asked.

“Well,” she responded, her breath hitching slightly, “I have no idea what’s going on. It’s really itchy. Please scratch a little harder.”

“Will it help if I unbutton your blouse?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

She nodded. “Well, I guess so.”

A minute later, I had unbuttoned her blouse and was scratching her left breast over her bra. The sensation of her soft flesh under my fingers was intoxicating.

“Mr. Patel, if you don’t mind, you can now shift your effort to my right breast,” she said after a few moments.

“Sure,” I responded. “However, before I do so, I must let you know your bra is quite restrictive, Doctor. Should I remove it? I mean, not if you’re uncomfortable, you know.”

“Well, just to make your job easier, I’ll agree to your proposal,” she said, a hint of a smile in her voice.

She put down her equipment and took off her lab coat. A moment later, she had unbuttoned her blouse and was taking it off in one swift motion. She continued to wear her gloves, though I couldn’t help but wonder why she didn’t just take them off and scratch herself. But it wasn’t the right time to question such details.

She turned, and I unhooked her bra. I gently removed it and placed it on the armrest. Her breasts were now fully exposed, and they were absolutely glorious! They were medium-sized, full and firm, with large, dark brown nipples that stood out prominently against her fair skin. The areolas were a deep brown, extending uniformly around the nipples. I stared at them, mesmerized by their beauty.

She came closer and leaned forward, her breasts almost touching my face. I took them in my hands and gave them a light squeeze, feeling their softness and weight. I then started rubbing around the nipples gently, watching them harden under my touch.

“Aah,” she moaned softly.

I kneaded her breasts, encircling my fingers around her nipples for a few seconds. She thrust her breasts closer to my face, inviting me to take them into my mouth.

“Perhaps it would help if I sucked your nipples?” I asked, my voice hoarse with desire.

“I agree. That may be the best course of action,” she responded, her breath coming in short gasps.

She adjusted the dental chair so that I was now almost lying horizontally. She came forward and lowered her breasts until they touched my face. I took her left nipple into my mouth first, encircling it with my tongue and sucking on it gently. She moaned in pleasure, her body trembling slightly.

I worked on her breasts for the next five minutes, sucking and licking her nipples, feeling them grow harder and more sensitive with each pass of my tongue. Her breathing became shallower, and she began to moan softly, her hands resting on the armrest of the chair.

Finally, she looked down at me, smiled, and said, “Mr. Patel, you may stop now.”

She stood straight and picked up her bra, her breasts still swollen and red from my attention. The nipples looked moist and hardened, and she smiled as she began to get dressed.

“Mr. Patel, you have satisfied me today!” she said, her voice filled with gratitude. “The humidity of Houston does something to me, for sure. Glad you came by today!”

“Well, any time for my favorite dentist!” I replied, meaning every word. I couldn’t imagine being asked to perform such a service by any other dentist, whether in India or the US.

“Are you sure you’re not itching anywhere, Mr. Patel?” she asked, a playful smile on her lips.

“Now that you bring it up,” I said, “I do have something going on in my groin area. Could you maybe take your gloves off and scratch me there?” I asked, hoping she would oblige.

“Sure!” she replied. “It may help if you take off your trousers?”

I quickly unzipped and lowered my pants, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation.

“Where?” she asked, her eyes flickering with curiosity.

I pointed to just below my underwear on my right thigh.

She began to scratch, her fingers gently tracing the sensitive skin. I guided her higher, feeling her hands touch the edge of my underwear.

“It’s actually a little higher,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Can I take off my underwear?”

“I guess,” she responded, her voice steady but filled with anticipation. “I would like to make sure you’re satisfied. Please do.”

A moment later, I was lying down naked on the dental chair. She continued to scratch higher and higher, her hands now touching my erect penis. I could feel the tension building, my body aching with desire.

“It’s actually on my dick itself!” I said, my voice hoarse with need. “Could you maybe take my dick into your mouth and give it a good sucking? It may help!”

“You know what, that may very well be the answer!” she responded, her voice filled with determination.

A moment later, she was kneeling on the floor, reaching behind to pull her hair back, and starting to suck on my penis. I closed my eyes and smiled, the sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping me sending waves of pleasure through my body.

Dr. Patel was an expert at giving head. Her tongue-flicking routine, combined with her hands weaving in and out of my pubic area, brought wave upon wave of ecstatic sensations. In about four minutes, I was ready to explode.

“Look out, I’m cumming!” I said, my voice filled with urgency.

She didn’t stop. A few seconds later, I exploded in her mouth, my body convulsing with the intensity of my release. She kept sucking for a few more moments, her tongue licking me clean, before finally stopping.

I dressed up fully now, feeling a sense of gratitude and satisfaction. “Dr. Patel, I can’t thank you enough! Your service today was exemplary,” I said, meaning every word.

“You’re my best patient, Mr. Patel,” she replied, her smile warm and genuine. “The attention you provided me today was quite flattering, actually.”

Half an hour later, she had finished cleaning my teeth. As I finished paying and began to head for the door, she stopped me.

“Mr. Patel, let me schedule your next appointment, say in mid-March of next year,” she said, flipping through her calendar. “I have two slots available on March 16th: 10:30 AM and 5:00 PM. Which would you prefer?”

“5:00 PM would be great,” I replied, hoping for a repeat of today’s events. “You know, we may end up with a situation like today, with the staff away, and that won’t be entirely unfavourable.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It so happens that sometimes I get an itch in another part of my body, a bit lower than where it occurred today. Would it be too much if I asked you again for some—um, expert assistance—during your next visit?”

“I would be more than happy to oblige,” I replied, feeling a thrill of anticipation at the thought of our next encounter. As I left the office, I couldn’t help but smile, looking forward to the possibilities that lay ahead.