'I'm sure you would. But times change, Paul. It's not every day a man like Matt comes along and sweeps me off my feet.'
He idly rubbed his crotch. 'Yeah, right off your feet. Oh well, time for another patient. Barb and I can handle him so don't worry about it. I suspect you've got another luncheon date with your hubby to be.'
She realized he was being a bit bitter about this. But she didn't blame him. Getting his ashes hauled whenever there was a lull in the office tedium couldn't last forever. With her leaving the office, he would have to recruit some other hot to trot dental assistant.
That might not be too easy.
Paul got up and put on his white jacket. Despondent, he left to go work on still another mouth filled with rotted and decaying teeth.
Diane watched him go and decided she was going to give him a real thrill. She owed him something for the fine times they'd had together. He might not have been the most dominant man in the world but he was a good lay. What more could she have asked for the past couple years? It had filled her with pleasure every time they'd fucked.
She edged out of his office and watched from the open door of the examining room. Paul was bent over the patient and extracting instrument after instrument from the hands of Barbara, the other assistant.
Barbara saw Diane and the fiendish smile on her face. She wrinkled her forehead a little, questioning what was about to happen. Then she knew. She saw Diane drop to her knees and crawl into the room so that the patient couldn't possibly see what was happening.
Paul didn't notice either. And that was what made it so much fun for the woman.
She pressed a finger against her lips, cautioning Barbara to silence.
Diane moved into a kneeling position just inches away from Paul's crotch. Fingers as deft as any pickpocket's, she unbuttoned his white tunic and found the metal track of his zipper. She carefully unzipped it without his knowing what was happening.
From then on, he knew. He had to. She reached into his pants and pulled his prick out before he could protest. Then it was too late for him to utter even one word to her. She lifted his limp prick and held it to her lips. Kissing it, she felt a tiny stirring in its limp length. Then his cock began to rise. Soon, it was about half-erect.
No fucking tool yet, it was on its way. She decided to hurry his prick along. Licking and kissing the entire length was nice, but sucking was even better medicine for it. She stuffed the tip into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth.
The man groaned and almost dropped one of the stainless-steel instruments. He gulped and said, 'Sorry, Mr. Hunt. I, uh, I have a touch of hay fever and I almost sneezed. Can't have that.'
Diane heard an incoherent muttering from the man with his mouth propped wide open.
'Better get back to work,' Paul said, as much to himself as to Diane.
She immediately gave his prick all the attention it could stand. Paul's cock stiffened immediately and stood tall and proud in front of the doctor's groin. She looked at it in pride for a moment. She had caused it to rise up like that.
The shaft of his prick gleamed with her saliva. The purple knob on the very end of his prick was pulsing with desire, desire she had brought to the surface. Digging inside his pants, she pulled his hairy balls out into the open.
Then she really began kissing and licking his cock and balls. She kissed up one side, stopped for a moment to give the glans a special sucking, then went back down the other side until she came to his balls.
The man was shifting his weight from one foot to the other in his nervousness. She knew what passions must be rippling inside his groin. He wouldn't be able to say a singe word, though. He couldn't tell her how much he loved the feel of her soft, wet lips on his prick.
She sucked and took in a mouthful of hairy balls. Pressing her tongue against the side of the bag, she could feel his balls tumbling and lurching in their heavy stew of jism. It wouldn't be long before she could sample the creamy load held inside.
'Good, very good,' he said in a low, choked voice. She knew he was talking to her. There was no need to say anything like that to either the patient or the other dental, assistant.
This spurred her on. He was enjoying it. And she enjoyed the feeling of power she had over him. He was on the receiving end and he couldn't do a damned thing about it. She loved the sensations of power so much her cunt began churning and oozing out its thick oils.
How she needed a cock fucking her!
But she would have to be satisfied with sucking the dentist off. Not that she didn't get her kicks from that. But it wasn't anything like feeling the prick dig between her pinkly scalloped pussy-lips to plunge balls deep into her steamy cunt.
The thick, musky taste of an aroused man coated her tongue. She burrowed her nose, into the man's bush and smelled his excitement then. Everything about him signaled to her that he was getting off on this mouth-love in a big way. Probably as much of his excitement came from the fact it was in public, in front of a patient, as from the fact that she was expert at giving blow jobs.
She'd never had any complaints from any man on the receiving end. And she didn't figure that Paul Allen would complain. Not the way her mouth was gobbling up his cock and balls.
'I like the way this is going,' the dentist said in his low, choked voice. 'I think I like it a lot.'
There was some gargling from the patient who wondered what the hell the dentist was talking about. But that was one of the benefits of being a dentist. YOU never had to carry on a two-way conversation.
Diane jockeyed for position to be better able to take the man's cock entirely into her mouth. She was going to really give him head this time. All the way down her throat.
Her head bobbed up and down a few times sending a cascade of her rich, black hair across the man's crotch. She was getting ready for the big plunge which would take her all the way back to his balls – with his cock spearing into her mouth.
Finally ready, she pursed her lips in a tight O around his prick and sucked. He groaned. Her head moved a little lower. More of his prick went into her hot, humid mouth.
Using her tongue to roughly cradle his cock was a stroke of genius. It was stimulating the most sensitive portion of the man's cock. And then she felt the rubbery tip of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth. It was sliding down into her throat before she knew it.
Once, it had almost hung up at her tonsils. A quick swallow and then the ugly red shaft was all the way down into her throat. She was no Linda Lovelace but she knew how to take a man's, cock – all of it – into her throat. There was a trick to it.
She swallowed hard a few times. Then she had to move her head off his cock. Her air had been shut off all during this wonderful example of mouth love.
When only the thick purple glans remained inside her mouth, she heaved a few gusty, sobbing sighs. It was good to have air gusting into her lungs again, but it wasn't so good losing that lovely prick which had been buried all the way down her throat.
She decided to make up for the loss by really face fucking herself on his cock. Her lips tightened around the huge cock and then she shoved her face downward towards his crotch.
She didn't get all the way, nor did she want to. Just far enough to give them both the utmost in stimulation was her goal. Her tongue dashed and flew all, over the man's prick until he was dancing along with it.
'I, uh, my foot went to sleep. Sorry, Mr. Hunt,' he told his patient lamely. The sucking nurse doubted the patient believed this. She wouldn't in his place, but then what would she have believed?
Certainly not that the dentist was getting a blow job while he was working on a patient's mouth!
She started really driving her head down on his prick. This was the most fun she'd had all day. She loved feeling him squirm in nervousness. The power she held over him was supreme. No matter what he said or did, he couldn't escape her. And there was no way he could ever tell the patient what was going down.
He'd look like a sex-crazed fool.
No patient would ever understand how a hot nurse had sneaked into the room on her hands and knees just to give her boss a surprise blow job. That was stretching the imagination to the breaking point.
That was part of the power she held over him. The rest was in her sucking mouth. She held him a prisoner as long as her lips were curled around his turgid, jerking cock. He was about ready to come. That was an added
