Dr. Brooks

"Hey Dr. Brooks."
"Hey, Ms. Johnson. Are you ready this morning?"
"As ready as one can be for extractions."
"Aw, you'll be fine. You know you're in good hands."
"That cause I'm in your hands."
"That's right."
"I'm still nervous."
"Don't be", he said and patted my knee. He was free to move that hand upward if he chose.
"I can't help it", I said and put on my best "come hither" face. "Isn't there anything you can give me to put me at ease?"
He looked at me quizzically, but I think my meaning registered with him. He kept it professional much to my dismay. "I think the best we could do would be to put you under general anesthesia. That way you would go to sleep. Then you wouldn't feel a thing."
"That could work, but being put to sleep scares me. "
"The only other option is to numb the section from where we're extracting."
"I'd still be awake?"
"Yes."
"Good. Then I can keep my eyes on you. That will calm me down", I said with a smile. He blushed. "But on second thought, I'm too chicken. Put me to sleep."
"You are funny", he said as he started prepping me for surgery.
"Not nearly as funny as I am talented". He raised an eyebrow.
"You did say there was a Mrs. Brooks, right?"
"Yes."
"How long has she been in the picture?"
"Six years."
"Ah. She isn't the first?"
He blushed deeper. "No she isn't the first."
"I bet. How many hearts did you break to find Mrs. Right?"
"Mrs. Brooks you mean. I'm not a heart breaker." His green eyes went soft as he looked at me. Swear his look went out in 95' - tall, light-complected with green eyes - but dammit this man was fine. "And what do you mean 'you bet'? Do I just give off a gigolo vibe?"
"Not at all, but I wouldn't doubt you were a player before you got bit by the monogamy bug."
He chuckled. "I can't argue with you there. Ok, once I administer this anesthesia, you'll be out in about 30 seconds."
"Before you do, give me something to dream about while I'm out for the count. Back in the day, would you have given me a chance?"
He pricked me with the needle, rubbing to arm to alleviate any pain. "Maybe", he said with a sly smile and I drifted off to Wonderland...

Dr. Brooks asked me if the anesthesia was working. I wanted to say yes, but realized my voice didn't work and I couldn't move my lips that were being held open by one of his many dental gadgets. I nodded my head. "Good", he said and pulled out his semi-erect dick. It was huge, and the sight of it brought tears to my eyes. "Just relax", he said and tilted my chair back until my legs were higher than my head. He pulled down up my skirt and pulled down my panties, and disappeared between my thighs. I felt wet, and realized he was washing my pussy with a water spout, all the while stroking me with his fingers. I saw him place his glasses on top of his dental instruments and disappear again underneath my skirt, only this time, I felt his tongue connect with my pussy. He ate me soaking wet and then stood up so I could see his full erection. He was about to go in deep. 


He climbed on top of my chair,  placed my legs around his waist, and entered me. He wasn't halfway in and was already hitting my spot. I felt his dick tickle me deep inside and I wanted to scream, but all I could do was lay back and let him do his thing. He dick was so long that I knew I would have a major bladder infection after this. Every stroke made it worth it. 


He bent my knees back to my chest and pumped harder. I felt him go deeper than any man before him and I wished I had the power of my voice, or at least the ability to close my mouth. It was so dry and I wished that I could swallow. He must've heard my wish because he pulled out, removed the gadget and placed his dick inside my mouth, and choked me. 


Once he hit the back of my throat, saliva came from out of nowhere and I wet his dick as much as I could with my numb lips and tongue. He was fully on top of my now, and I feared the chair would topple over. I held on to his ass, and pushed him deeper inside my mouth until it watered. He pumped himself close to climax and then pulled out again. He kissed me, and brought my seat back to its original position. The anesthesia was wearing off as he climbed off of me, picked me up, and propped me up against the office window. 


He fucked me up against the window with a view of LAX in his eyes. I moaned his name and he squeezed my legs around him tighter. He made me cum multiple times in that window, and by the time he reached his climax, the anesthesia was totally gone, and my body was on fire. He laid me down in my chair and told me to just rest. He had more medicine to give me to make me comfortable...


I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room. It wasn't the same room I was in before, and my mouth was full of gauze. Sitting in the corner with a smile on his face was Dr. Brooks.

"How are you feeling?", he asked, his eyes smiling. I gave him a thumbs up since I couldn't talk.

"You did well during the surgery, and I think you'll recover fine. You will need to take antibiotics for the next seven days and pain pills as you need them." He smiled the entire time and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. "You're ride is on the way and I've already booked your follow-up appointment, ok?" I winked and he blushed. "You know I haven't had a woman make me blush this much in a long time. Back in the day, you would have definitely been a contender", he said and stroked my arm. His eyes twinkled.

I laid back contented cause I knew, like he knew, I had already had him...