Some years ago, on another hookup site, I expressed an interest in being fucked in a dentist’s chair. I don’t think it would ever happen but enjoyed the fantasy all the same.

Then I got a message from a dentist, Marcus, saying that he had a consulting room that was due to be refurbished, and it might be the place to fulfil my fantasy. I looked at his profile. Good looking, fifties, grey hair. Looked gorgeous. I would have taken his cock anywhere, chair or no chair. In my reply, I discussed my fantasy a little more, that it would be a normal examination, and if he found a cavity, he should treat it, but then his examination should extend to the rest of my body, and he should feel free to examine me as thoroughly as he wanted to.

He loved the idea, and sent me an appointment date: Saturday afternoon, 2pm, and an address. The surgery would be closed then, so we would be free to do whatever we needed to.

That morning was spent cleaning myself inside and out, trimming my pubes, getting myself ready for an in-depth examination.

I turned up on time and rang the bell. He opened the door with a big smile, and led me to the consulting room. He invited me into the chair, and put that paper napkin on me. Then Marcus began his examination, the proper one first, hopefully followed by a deeply improper one. He examined my teeth, and found a small cavity at the back that had been bothering me.

“We can treat it now. Would you like a silver filling or a white one?”

I thought about a silver filling, a darker patch that I would see every time I checked my teeth in the mirror, that would forever remind me of my fantasy, of my slutty behaviour, and almost chose that option. The thought of it made my cock twitch. But at the last moment:

“White, please.”

Marcus anaesthetised me, and when my jaw was numb, began drilling. It didn’t take long, and soon he was prepping it for the filling. Ten, fifteen minutes later, it was all done.

“You shouldn’t eat anything hard, that requires a lot of chewing, for the next few hours.”

“How about kissing? Will my mouth be ok for that?” I replied, trying to sound seductive, and trying not to drool.

“Let’s try, shall we?” He pulled his mask down, leant over me, and placed his open lips on mine. God that felt good. Our tongues touched, gently at first, before tangling a little more. My cock was getting very hard.

He broke off, kissed me again lightly, and smiled. “Shall we try the second part?”

I nodded. “That would be great”, I slurred.

He opened the adjoining door, leading to the disused consulting room. It looked exactly the same, but the chair had stirrups attached. I guess that was where my legs would go, to give Marcus easy access to my fuckhole, which was now desperate for attention.

“You’ll need to strip.”

Of course. I was naked within seconds, and Marcus had stripped from the waist down, so he was still wearing his surgical jacket, but his semi-hard cock and balls on show. They looked amazing, and I couldn’t wait to get closer.

I sat in the chair, and Marcus leant over me once more, his lips meeting mine. Our mouths opened and we kissed lustfully. After a few seconds, our lips parted, and Marcus continued his examination. His fingers stroked my chest, they rolled, flicked and squeezed my sensitive, sticky-out nipples, and then his mouth took over. Taking my left nipple between his lips, Marcus sucked it harder than it had ever been sucked before. I saw stars and I didn’t want it to stop.

But he had other ideas. His mouth released my nipple and his tongue traced a line to my belly button, explored it briefly, then continued on down. His fingers stroked the shaft of my cock, and his tongue flicked against the underside of my helmet. I shuddered. My cock was rock solid, and soon Marcus was taking the whole of it in his mouth, cupping my balls.

Then he stopped, withdrawing my cock from his mouth with a slurp. “I’ll need you to put your feet in these stirrups.” I obliged, while he reached for a large bottle of lube. He pressed a lubed finger against my rosebud, which gave way easily. He slid one finger in, then a second, exploring my fuck-canal and stretching the opening for his gorgeous cock. A third finger entered me, and Marcus slid them back and forth inside me, stretching my hole. A fourth finger was added: we looked at each other and both grinned wickedly. There was no way Marcus was going to fit his whole hand up there, and anyway, today was about his cock.

Some more lube, some more stretching, and Marcus withdrew his fingers, and rubbed the excess lube on his swaying, rock-solid erection. It must have been eight inches long. I reached for it and could barely get my fingers around it. He liberally dribbled more lube on his cock and massaged it in, all the while looking at me.

“Ready?”

“Come and fuck me.”

He climbed in the chair, between my stirrupped legs, and pressed the head of his cock against my fuckhole. Pushed just a little, and in it went. It felt as though my insides were being turned inside out. I gasped and my eyes rolled back in my head. Inch by inch, it all went in. My dentist lover started to gently, slowly, slide his rod back and forth inside my body. We looked at each other and grinned. Never had a cock felt so good inside me. It gently slipped over my prostate again and again, heightening my pleasure.

He gradually built up a rhythm, thrusting faster and faster, drilling my fuck-cavity. Our breathing became shallower, and I knew he would climax before long. I felt him pulse inside my tight ring, and I knew he was giving me my second white filling of the day. He slowed, and finally, resting his head on my shoulder, but with his gorgeous cock still inside me. I could feel his seed dribbling down inside my fuck-canal.

He moved his head over and gave my right nipple a little suck, then looked up at me with a cheeky little grin. I had fulfilled one of my oddest fantasies, but I hadn’t had enough of his cock. Once he’d recovered, he fucked me again, over the counter, on the floor, and bred me a second time. Finally we dressed, and I walked away, with the spunk that was still inside me finally dribbling down between my buttocks and inside my legs.

I’d have to go back to him for a check-up…