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Teeth Cleaning with a Happy Ending?

reverendhornibastard

Depraved Deacon of Degeneracy

During a global pandemic, you have to get your kick wherever you can.

Yesterday I went to the dentist for a checkup and some professional dental hygiene.

By the standards of dental visits, this one was exceptional. It was a good thing they didn’t give me any laughing gas. If they had given me a little nitrous oxide and I’m sure I would have done something that would have gotten my ass thrown out of the dental clinic.

This was not my usual experience at my dentist’s office. This time, there was a new dental hygienist I’d never seen before. Her name is Angela.

I’m absolutely certain I’ve never seen Angela before because, if I had ever seen her, I certainly would remember.

She is a petite, sweet young thing, with long, luxuriant black hair, compelling dark eyes, a cute tush and muchachas that would have been impressive on a much taller and ample woman. They were all the more remarkable on a woman who was otherwise so diminutive.

As soon as I was in the chair, lowered and tilted back and Angela began working on my teeth, I knew this teeth cleaning was going to be different.

Those enormous muchachas of hers kept getting in the way as she tried to maneuver into the right positions to get a good angle on my teeth.

She smelled terrific!

Having Angela’s gorgeous boobies brushing up on my forehead and temples was a delightful experience.

I struggled to avoid grabbing her (after all, she had some scary dental tools in her hand and pissing her off would probably have been a terrible idea).

At one point, when her muchachas knocked my glasses askew, she said “I’m so sorry.”

I could not help but reply, “No problem! It was my pleasure.”

Angela giggled a little at that remark.

I might need to have my teeth cleaned every three months instead of every six months.

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