I had always disliked the dentist. Horrible clinical places - devoid of all humanity. The people there, while not unpleasant, were not exactly the brightest or breesiest specimens. Sure, they were nice to look at, but nothing out of the ordinary.

Before you start to think "no, this is one of those tediously boring 'I had my end away with the matriarchial dentist' stories - I will correct you and say that what happens here is after the dentist.

My checkup had been uneventful. Nothing major but a small cavity which would require a filling. Damn. Novacaine. There is nothing more alien to me than having part of my face frozen and the subsequent discomfort as the feelings returned to the dead area. Still, it is better to have this discomfort than a larger discomfort due to the cavity expanding. I was booked in for the Tuesday.

Tuesday morning at the office was a dull affair - it was too warm to work and too humid to concentrate. The firm had been auditted and was in the process of being taken over. Sure, the new firm was larger and gave far better security, but it would not be the same as it is now. An email arrived instructing us to attend a meeting.

Great. 23 of us, sweating and stinking in a little room with little or no air conditioning, listening to someone who's sole purpose in life is to bore to death the listener! It was going to be a long morning - I could tell.

Things started to look up part way through the meeting when we introduced to the new MD. While not much to look at, she made a change from the fat balding git who had been talking about "core objectives" (or some other management bullshit which he enjoyed bandying around). Then something happened. She opened her mouth - the sound which came out would melt the hardest of people to gibbering fools. Each enunciation was a melody and pause a resbite prior to the encore. I was transfixed, I hung on each word. Finally, when she finished, I had felt like I'd felt in a long time.

My useless manager had to leave for a "prior engagement" before I could ask for the time off. Next in line was a faceless beurocrat who pointed me in the direction of someone else. Shit, I hate this sort of following the line. It was then that I noticed the new MD in a small office. She had her back to me and was bent over. Curiously, I entered the room. From the angle I was at, I could see her underwear through the long flowing dress. It was hard to make out, but l uckily, due to the humidity, the dress was clinging. Sheer panties, suspenders but nothing else. Unless she had a thong on, there were no knickers to be seen, neither was there a bra. I coughed. The MD turned and instead of the barrage of insults I had come to expect, she smiled.

"Yes?" she said quietly

I explained what I needed to.

"It is difficult, but as long as you come back here afterwards, you can go"

Fair enough. She excused herself, but on the way out, I am sure that I could feel a very light touch over the back of my neck. It was enough for me to get goosebumps down my back!

The dentist visit came and went. I felt like shit. Did I really have to go back to work? Something inside of me said "no", but something more to do with wanting to see the MD again, made me say "yes".

There is definately something nauseating about travelling on a bus with half your face dead. Each bump in the road made me feel like heaving and due to the amount of anasthetic the butcher had used, my balance was off. The corner approached.....

It was good to be off the bus and walking. I turned into the company car park and stode up to the main doors. They were locked. The side door was similar. Only a window was open. It was not too high and the boss did say I had to come back....

Back in the building, everything was as I had left it, but it was quiet. Too quiet. I listened and in the distance, could hear a radio. Why was the building closed at 4pm? I am unsure if it was curiosity or fear, but I had to know what was going on and to do this, I'd have to ask.

Following the noise from the radio, I ended up at the top part of the building. The door were I heard the radio from was slightly ajar. Nervously I peered round. The room was empty. I tentitavely walked in. When I was near the desk, the door slammed shut. I turned and came face to face with the MD.

The shock had caused the colour to drain from my cheeks and the combination of heat and novacaine made my legs buckle. As I fell, I must have glanced my head against the desk as the next thing I can remember was waking up in the bosses leather chair with the godess of a MD leaning over me. As my eyes opened and slowly came back into focus, I could see down her light cotton top at the orbs of delight held within. The MD smiled. She was close enough to smell. Unlike the others in the office who you'd avoid if they leant over you to get a pencil, she was different. No overpowering scents, no staleness of having worked a day here, but a light fragrance. I inhaled, deeply. That was good!

I groaned, my mouth and head hurt, I opened my mouth but instead of speaking, all I could feel was the soft warmth of her finger across my lips, indicating for me to be quiet.

"Point to where it hurts"

Obediently, I pointed to the small gash on my temple. Again, she leant over, but instead of placing her velvet lips on the cut, she placed a plaster. Damn!!

"Anywhere else?"

My mouth was aching. I pointed. The MD chuckled.

"I don't think a plaster would work there" she smiled. "Open your mouth and let me see"

Due to the numbness, it took me all my time to open my mouth properly. She approached. Something touched my gum. It was warm and soft. My god, she's using her tongue. A droplet of saliva fell from the tongue onto my lip. As if she knew, her tongue dropped to retrieve the errant spittle. Playfully, she rolled her tongue around my lips and for a moment, stopped and touched my tongue. Had it been on the other side of my tongue, I'd have missed it. The tongue moved back and gently lapped on my upper lip. It felt good.

While I had become engrossed in the actions of her tongue, I'd not noticed that the MD had positioned herself so her legs were splayed over mine. It must have been a slow movement, else I would have noticed it. Her tongue had started to flit over the inners of my lips, never stopping, but never being more than the mearest of touches. This really did feel good. I had never been teased like this before, and yes, I wanted more! My mouth opened slightly more, enough for her tongue, but not enough for my swollen one. Her tongue movements became more erratic, darting, jumping, touching, sliding - like a crazed firefly in the mating season. Finally, as if her tongue had reached orgasm, it dropped, firmly onto mine. I did not know what to do. Awkwardly, I moved my tongue around, in response, she moved hers. We started to kiss. She was drawn ever closer to me, so such a point, that I could feel her warm breasts heaving on the light shirt she was wearing.

There was a gentle brushing motion on my leg. I could feel her moving up and down my thigh, gaining slight momentum all the time. The smell of her intoxicated my senses, the sight of this woman on me, moving, brushing, kissing and now caressing was too much. The brushing motions became frenzied, she gasped and stopped.

I wanted more. She'd had her fun - I wanted mine!

Gently, I slipped my right hand into her shirt and began to gently caress her warm breast. Working from the outside in, I toyed with the skin, teasing and moving all the time. I stopped short of the nipple, instead worked around edges, occassionally letting my little finger slip over the ever hardening nipple. She smiled coyley and in a single motion removed her shirt. It was a magnificient sight to see. These two mounds of delight, with nipples larger than I'd ever seen. She drew close to me, her rocking on my leg again started. My swollen lips touched part of the left tit. Salty. My tongue, now regaining life started to move in a circular movement around the edge of my lips and on her boob. I attempted to suck, but my jaw was still frozen. Still, it would not be long now.

My left hand began to move around her abdomen. Snaking up and down her torso, flitting on the underside of her breasts and the top of her pubic mound. Was it getting hot, or was it me. I streteched, my lips moved from her breast and unfortunately, my tongue fell. She smiled. With her mouth, she eased my tongue back in and we were off again. My hands were now working on her arms, gently running and rubbing them up and down. She made a move for my shirt. With a force which I had not expected, she tore assunder the threads holding the buttons on exposing my firm flesh. My hands were now working around her sholders and slowly moving down. She kept on rubbing against me. Christ, this is good!

Her lips left mine and she moved onto my neck, and down. Stopping at the edge of my bra, I could feel her warm breath against me. In a quick movement by her, breasts were free.

She lingered at the top and slowly, and with deliberate motions, moved over my domes of delight. The suction of her lips making gentle red mounds appear. I'd not been teased like this in years. Roughly, I tugged at her skirt. It did not take much for it to fall, and underneath, exposed in all it's glory, the flower of her sex. My hand was pushed onto it as she progressed over my now glistening breasts.

My fingers started to play around, the slight parting in her lips allowed me access to herpleasure. My thumb started to pry out her clit, it was not easy. I must have managed at one point as she gave a sharp inhale. I did not know if it was pleasure or pain but I carried on. My long fingers probed around her entrance, not really entering, but doing enough for her to start dripping wet. All the time this is happening, this wonderful lady has made my boobs enlarge. My nips stood out, I was yearning for more. She moved back up and onto my neck again, her warm breath against me. Gentle tongue movements distracted me from her pussy and my hand dropped slightly. I noticed my legs starting to move apart as something started to brush up and down my crotch. It was not her leg or hand, but something harder.

My hand moved back up to start playing with her again, slightly misplaced, my index finger shot up her with little resistance. She arched her back as I did this, smiled and firmly started to kiss me. My mouth, coming back to life ever more now.

Slowly, but surely, my finger started moving in and out as she rocked slightly to heighten her pleasure, it was warm and wet. My middle finger reach back so I could start to play around her back passage, the ridges around her ring were wet from her activities. She was riding my finger well now, so much so that there was little resistance when I slipped in another finger.

Her kisses again became more frenzied, this was no longer a gentle kiss, it was almost a battle. One moment, we'd be wrestling in my mouth, the next in hers, all the time, she bobbed on my fingers, faster and faster. My middle finger has been fiddling with her rear, it was wide enough to slip the tip of my finger in. Faster and more urgent, she bucked and writhed on me, her breasts slapping together against mine, my quim getting moister and moister, her legs moving on mine, our tounges ranging against each other , there was no let up, my hand was a blur, somehow, my thumb had teased out her clit and began rubbing gently over the tip, we kissed, urgently, she started thumping on my hand, her knee beating in sync on my mound, our breasts hot with friction, my mid finger, firmly fingering her back passage, the smell of our sex combined in the air. The blur started.

Without any sign of slowing down on either part, she raced. Three fingers moved inside her now, the warm wet of her dribbling over my palm. I could not stand much more of this, I needed to be fucked and this woman was the one to do it. With a moments notice, the MD stopped. She'd not cum. What was wrong? She was moving away, only slightly, then I felt what I needed. Her hand, pumbling on my flimsy knickers, trying to gain access. I could feel her breath on the inside of my legs, a slight tug and they were to one side.

I could hear a slight giggle, then the warmth became closer. Gentler than the gentlest touch, the magic she had started inside my mouth, now started on another set of lips. She began to tease. Moving lightly, but with speed around my lips, but never trying to get further. While all my mind and body was focused on this one point, I had not realised that her hands were rubbing my stomach and breasts, with my erect nips being caught between the v of her fingers.

Below, I could feel her darting tongue. This way and that, sometimes hitting my joy buzzer, sometimes lingering on the roof of my hole, but all the time, darting. The bitch.

Happy enough to ride me until cramp set in (well, almost), here she was teasing the juices out of me. Sadist!

My hands moved to the back of her head, pushing into my groin, but she was stronger and with very little effort, managed to keep her head in the same position, the rythmn she'd started, hardly deviating at all. Lips, clit, roof - lips, clit, roof, lips clit roof - always in that order, always at that pace.

Her hands kept moving over my breasts - I could not stand much more. I pushed way her head, tore down my panties and in the same movement, returned her head, a bit closer than last time. As if nothing happened, she started again, same pace, same rhythm, same order, only being closer, it was not the tip of her tongue, more it was a fuller amount. The minx stopped. Why? A short breath and she started again, but this time, it was a dragging sensation, sparks flew through my head, she was working my clit like there was no tomorrow, her marvelous tongue working around the base to the top, the suction feeling even better by the seal not being complete, so cold air was drawn across me. She gnawed and chewed, moved her hands across my top, it was heaven.

I noticed a slight slapping noise, I don't know or care were it was coming from, my head was back and this woman was working me like there was not tomorrow. My hips started to push against her mouth and with each thrust, a fresh impitus to keep going, she was working wonders for me, my juices flowed like they were on tap. Occassionally her tongue would drop onto my hole and lap the sweet liquid up, but would return to my now engorged clit.

She raked her hands over my clammy boobs and my hips pumled into her face, she started to sigh slightly, there was something else going on, her movements had become distracted, but so what! I was loving every minute.

She moved away from my clit and moved a finger from on hand into my gaping hole and another started to fiddle with my arse. To almost a beat, she started to push her finger in and out of my hole, while her other finger started to work on my back passage.

She started to build up the pace again, in and out, it felt wonderful, she introduced another finger, rotating as she pushed and I pushed, something entered me from behind, a shudder went up my back as this worm like flicking began. I was pushing hard against here hand as she slipped in another finger, the wet was too much. I could feel myself losing control, the power of the fast approaching orgasm raced onto me. She kept moving her fingers on both hands in and out, rubbing with her thumb over my hood, in out, the room began to spin, my hips were moving as a blur. I did not notice her slip in a second finger into my arse, or a fourth into my cunt. She kept pushing and pulling, all the time, I kept moving against her. My breath had become laboured as she kept going then suddenly, my back arched, my head flew back and I started to scream.

This woman was not stopping, she was racing now. Her hand was a blur, I could feel her slipping further into me at both sides, I could not feel her thumb on my clit though. She was pounding away when I realised what was happening, this woman had me so wet and excited that she'd started fisting me. Not that I cared, the power of the thrusts had become too much. In out, in out, in, in, in, in........

I gasped, but she kept on, this time, as if she was on autopilot, her breathing was laboured now and I could see why. The security guard had entered the room while that had been going on and had taken advantage of this warm moist opening facing him and was at it hammer and tongs. The MD's head rolled from side to side as she moved over his swollen member. I was not standing for that. In a cunning ploy, I started to move her up my redding body, closer to my aching nipples, she was pulled. Unlike last time, she made no resistance, until she realised what was happening. Then she latched onto my right boob and started to suck like a vacuum. Her tongue employed the most glorious punishment on my breast, slapping and flicking in an attempt to be free. I was not going to stop there.

Again I pulled until our mouths were together and we kissed. Darting tongues, never settling on one place as this stallion of a man pushed and pulled against her ass. It would not take much to move him. On the extraction movement, I pushed up and with a rush, he entered me. The feeling of the hot prick inside me was amazing. It felt warm, hard and huge, the proverbial babies wrist. His jerking began to increase, I pushed myself had against the base of this cock inside me, all the time struggling with the MD to keep here were she was.

The guard was moving now with fluid motions and I was in a world of my own, bucking and writhing under the weight of the MD, our stomachs and breasts both now freely touching and moving against each other, the juices from her flowing down onto his prick and my cunt.

On the outward step, she pushed down, his dick forcibly dragged against the base of my hole, the head, pulling gently on the muscle band on the way out, it fell out. Frantically, I struggled to get the member back in, but the boss had my arms in such a way that I could not get them down. She smiled as the brute pushed back into her. To be fair though, she was pressing down against my cunt all the time and the rocking motions were directly over my clitty hood, so the moment was not lost.

I could see that the guard was approaching the point of no return, I wanted to taste him, but I wanted the boss to be in me, which I knew she wouldn't - why should she?!

The undulating pushing and pulling on this man's dick was paying off, he had become a raging torrent, not caring how hard he was pushing or into who he was pushing. I looked at the boss and we smiled. On each outward movement, we swapped, her cunt, my cunt, her cunt, my cunt, both being worked by the same man.

He had started to breath heavier, the boss and decided what she wanted to do and pushed me down toward her ravished hole, I stopped briefly down to toy with her breasts, but she pushed down, obediently I followed.

At the action front, I could see and smell it all, my tongue started to lap against the division of her hole and his mighty member, I could taste what was going on. I moved slighltly and bringing my arms around her back, inserted two fingers into her arse and began to rock them gently. In and out, the steam train of a prick went, my tongue lovingly jumping between the base of his cock and the now outstanding clit of the boss. I moved my free arm to the back of the man and began fondling with his muscular bum cheeks, moving my finger around his back passage.

It was a delight to see as I pushed my middle finger though his tightening ring piece and began moving around. The suprise had caused him to pull out and his mighty phallus fall directly onto my mouth. I was not going to let this pass. In an instant, he was in my mouth, pushing and pulling while my tongue rolled around the head of his ever swelling dick, faster and faster he pushed, while my fingers played with the boss.

She was soon to get a taste of what she had done to my aching quim. I fingered playfully, but in time to the pushing of the guard. Finger one, two, three, rounded about four, the man pushing faster and faster now, my mouth filling more and more with the taste and odour of him. I managed my fifth finger and thrust my hand home.

Her back arched, she started to scream in joy as I pushed back and forth.

I'd removed my finger from the adonis's butthole and was now fondling and gripping at his balls, turning them, pushing them deep inside him and releasing him, his motions where getting frenzied, the head was enlarging, "not long now" I could hear myself think.

The boss climbed off my fist with a wet suck and moved down to where my mouth was being savaged. She started to play with my breasts, the feeling made me draw breath over the overheating member in my mouth, making my close my mouth and dig my teeth at the back of his head slightly.

My boss moved down me and started to play with my sopping wet hole. She'd improvised something which was hard and rammed it firmly into my flower. Bingo! Lights out. The feeling grew. My fondling of the man became frantic. He thust in, she trust in, the wet flowing like a mighty stream, I clenched his balls, pulled him out as he shot. The waves of cum, streaking over my face and hair, splashing down onto my bruised tits and finally resting near the mouth of my boss.

He sat down. The boss had one more thing up her sleave for me. She kept thrusting the improvised device into me, harder and harder as she moved up, taking every drop of the man's vital fluid into her mouth. The pounding became harder as she moved up to my well oiled boobs. She remain, like a hoover taking up every drop.

She thurst the device hard in as she approached my mouth, hovering for a moment, the rapid movement of her arm moving the device stopped. With a dart, she moved over my mouth and really hammered whatever it was home, as she re-delivered the guard's payload home deep into my throat.

As I said, I hate the dentist. But if this is what happens everytime you visit there, I'll be going far more frequently in future