I met him on the Internet. He had read some of my postings and e-mailed me. He was nervous, which was understandable, as he was married and a professional, and this sort of thing could ruin him completely. So I didn't mind that we exchanged a lot of e-mails first. And I didn't mind that I drove nearly an hour to his place the first time, before he called me on my cell and called it off. What he was proposing was so hot, I didn't mind waiting. And I wanted him to trust me.
I drove up to his office a second time. This time he said it was "for sure" and he wouldn't chicken out. But I made sure to follow his instructions to the letter. It was a long drive, but worth it. I had arrived a few minutes early, so I circled the block a couple of times before I pulled into the parking lot of the professional building office complex at exactly 5:25 PM. He was very specific about that. His office closed at 4:30, and his staff would be gone by 5:00 at the latest. The Hispanic cleaning staff came through then and emptied the wastebaskets and ran the vacuum around and cleaned the bathroom. They were usually gone by quarter after.
I could have arrived later, of course. But as he explained it, if I came too late, people might wonder what a patient was doing in the complex so late after hours. Also, he could tell his wife he had to work late to catch up on paperwork, be he still would have to be home by a reasonable hour. So he was very specific - arrive at 5:30.
I parked a bit out of the way, but not so far out in the lot as to stand out. I waited a minute or two and then got out of the car and locked it, and started walking toward building 4. My heart was pounding. I couldn't believe we were going to do this. The complex was an arrangement of four modern style bungalow buildings, two stories each. Each building had a central courtyard and a peripheral walkway on the second story connecting the different office modules together. Each building was connected by a series of parking lots and driveways. It was a good layout for us, as there was no central lobby or receptionist to ask nosy questions. With any luck, I could come and go without being seen.
As I approached the courtyard, a young secretary walked out to her car. I turned to face the outdoor building directory, pretending to study the listings. There was the name of my new Dentist, Dr. Kozlowski (note: Not his real name). After I heard the sound of the secretary's heels receding on the pavement I turned and went up the stairs to the second story. No one saw me. I turned right down the walkway to the end and knocked on the door of Suite 4C.
My heart pounded a few moments. It seemed like an eternity, but with a soft click, the door finally opened. Dr. Kozlowski stood there with his white lab coat on and stared at me. He was as nervous as I was, no doubt. Was he really going to go through with this? "Come in" he said, retreating rapidly. "Take a seat" he instructed.
I sat down in the waiting room and he quickly closed the door behind me, after poking his head out to see if anyone had seen us. He closed the door and locked it. "I'll be right with you" he said and left the waiting room. My heart started to calm down and I picked up a three-month old copy of Reader's Digest and waited. I wonder if Dentists get off on making people wait like this, I thought. If so, then good for him. I wanted to please him just the way he wanted. We had exchanged numerous e-mails on the Internet, and he detailed exactly what he had in mind for me, so I knew what to expect. It was his ultimate fantasy, and frankly, one of mine. And acting out a man's ultimate fantasy is always my ultimate fantasy as well. This is going to be good, I thought, and my cock twitched slightly in my pants.
"I'll see you in Examining Room 3," he said, leaning into the doorway. He had startled me some what. I slowly got up. He said "Down the hall on your right" and then he disappeared again. I think this was part of his fantasy. Ordinarily, patients are escorted to the examining rooms by the staff and they are sitting in the chair, waiting for him, when he arrives. He likes that. The patient laid out in the chair beneath him, helpless and subservient to his actions and authority.
I went down the hall to Examining Room 3, which was across from his private office. I laid myself out in the examining chair and waited. As I waited, I looked around the room. He had picked Examining Room 3 on purpose. On one wall were his diplomas and various certificates from Dental school and his State Board License Across the room was a large mirror above a cabinet and counter, which was littered with various dental brochures. I looked over and could see myself in the mirror. On the narrow countertop behind me was a framed photograph. He had brought this from his office across the hall. It was a picture of his wife. He wanted her to watch.
Dr. Kozlowski came into the room in an efficient manner and started out with his usual patient banter. "How are you today?" he asked. It was habit. "Uh, fine" I said, still a little nervous. Dr. Kozlowski appeared calm and normal, but he later confessed that during this first visit, he was also very nervous. "Let's get this on you" he said, attaching a disposable paper dental bib around my neck, securing it with a short cord with alligator clips on each side. "Let's see what we have here" he said, distractedly, as he snapped on the overhead light. "Lean your head back and open your mouth".
I complied. "Wider" he said. I opened wider. "No, Wider" he said, this time very firmly. I pushed my jaw as far open as I could, feeling the opening of my mouth on either side of my lips stretching. "Ahhhh, that's good" he said, secretly enjoying the control he always has over his patients.
His cock was already twitching in his pants as well. Perhaps most Dentists feel the way he does about the human mouth. I don't know. I doubt many will tell you. And perhaps proctologists feel the same way about asses, or gynecologists about cunts. Go ask them. I doubt they'll give you a truthful answer. But Dr. K, well, he loves mouths. He told me in his e-mails. And his job was starting to drive him nuts. Looking at those nice mouths all day long. He just had the overwhelming urge to violate one. And on more than one occasion, when examining a patient, he had to excuse himself for a moment, when he felt a bulging erection forming in his pants. On one occasion, he had to duck into the restroom and jerk off in the sink to make the urge disappear.
He couldn't help it. He like mouths. And he liked touching them, feeling them, putting his fingers inside them, thinking about how it would feel on his cock. In the old days, he could finger-fuck a patient's mouth on the premise of examining teeth. But nowadays, he had to wear rubber gloves, and it just wasn't the same. And he had to be more careful, too. Patients were reporting Doctors and Dentists and suing as well. Finding me on the Internet was an answer to his dreams. A way to indulge his fantasies without getting caught.
I had followed a number of stories in the papers and on the Internet about Dentists who got arrested for sexually abusing patients. I was always fascinated by such stories. One fellow would jerk off into a used hypodermic plunger and then tell his young female patients he was going to squirt a whitening treatment into their mouths. He enjoyed seeing his semen in their mouths. Unfortunately, some of the young women knew what semen tasted like, and reported him. It was kind of funny, reading the quote from the woman involved. "I knew it wasn't a whitening treatment" she said. But when pressed for more details as to how she knew it was semen, she waffled. She knew, all right, because she had swallowed before.
Other stories I had read were more mundane. Dentists or Doctors propositioning their patients, seducing them, or carrying on affairs. One story intrigued me, about a Dentist who was putting his dick in the mouths of patients under gas. He got caught when a patient he thought was "out" was actually quite wide awake. But my favorite story was about the Dentist in England, who was arrested for pissing in the spit sinks. He claimed he was in a hurry and couldn't take the time to use the restroom. The thought of a Dentist taking out his cock and hanging it over the side of the spit sink and letting lose with a stream of amber urine made my dick hard.
Every time I read one of these stories in the news, my cock would get hard, and I would think to myself "Those lucky patients! If only I had a Dentist like that!". And I felt sorry for the Dentists involved. They were disbarred from their profession, tossed in jail, sued, and divorced by their wives. A sorry way to treat such nice men. So I understand Dr. Kozlowski's nervousness and reluctance to meet. But I realized deep down that his desire to act out his fantasy would overcome his nervousness. I wanted him to realize he could trust me. That in me, he had found a playmate with which to act out his most depraved fantasies.
I lay there in the chair with my eyes closed against the bright examining light. Dr. Kozlowski examined my mouth with his bare fingers, putting more and more of them in my mouth. He grabbed my tongue with two fingers to pull it aside. He ran his index finger on my teeth and carefully studied my fillings. I loved it. Maybe I am weird, but I don't mind going to the Dentist. I love a good cleaning, particularly when they scrape really good. I want my mouth to be nice and clean for the men who fuck it. And I love having the Dentist examine my mouth as though it were his property.
He muttered under his breath as he finger-fucked my mouth. "Fillings are not bad, but one looks cracked. We may need to re-drill that one." Already he was thinking of me as his patient. In the back of his mind, he thought it would be good to work on this mouth. Make it his. Put some of his work in there.
I let him enjoy himself with his hands in my mouth. It had been many years since he had an ungloved hand in a patient's mouth and it was a nice feeling for him. But he wanted to do far more than that. He stood up from his examining stool and removed his hands from my mouth. "Keep you mouth wide open," he said, as I instinctively started to close my mouth. I instantly snapped it back open in response to his command. "I have to piss" he said.
My heart leapt. He was going to do it. His hands reached down and with one hand he grasped his belt, and with the other, unzipped his fly. He pulled his uncut cock out of his pants. It was thick and hairy, and it looked so obscene poking out under the edge of his lab coat. It was soft and hung down. He stepped toward me and with one hand on his limp cock, pulled back the foreskin with this thumb and index finger. "Keep your mouth wide open" he said.
I closed my eyes and imagined the view he had. The bright examining light illuminating the inside of my oral cavity, showing my tongue and teeth clearly, the uvula at the back of my mouth, and his dark cock at the edge my mouth, aimed toward me with his hand, a tuft of pubic hair at the edge. It was so....obscene. He leaned back and sighed. He looked at the diplomas on the wall of his office, his certificates, and finally at the photo of his wife. He made a small smirky grin. What would they think of what he was doing? They would all be horrified, shocked, disgusted. And that made him feel good. He felt relaxed, more relaxed than ever before. And with that sense of relaxation, he let go, and pissed.
The stream started slowly at first. A small jet of hot urine in my mouth. I felt it, but couldn't taste it yet. He looked down just in time to see it spray off my teeth and drip down the back of my throat. He smiled now. This was better than he imagined. I moaned. He pissed again. This time, he got the stream going and didn't stop. I could feel it. A man's urine is warm. That's the first thing you notice. You also notice the sound, inside your head. Even if your mouth is closed, you hear that jet rushing water sound that is like no other. A man using you as a restroom.
But since my mouth was open, I could also hear the sound from the outside. As my mouth started to fill with his urine, I could hear the sound of his stream going into the piss in my mouth. A sound also like no other. Not the porcelain echo of a urinal, but a softer sound, reflected off the flesh of my mouth. He looked down in satisfaction as the growing level of yellow liquid filling my mouth. Gawd this was great! I'm taking a piss inside a patient's mouth! He looked over at the photo of his wife. Honey, what the fuck do you think of THIS? He almost laughed when he thought of her horrified reaction to his secret perverted urges.
I unzipped my fly and unbuckled my pants and pulled out my cock which was rock hard. I gently stroked it. I could stroke like this for hours, while a man peed in me or fucked me.
My mouth was filling up quickly. Dr. Kozlowski noted with detached interest as each row of teeth submerged under his yellow piss. The stream into my mouth aerated the urine already in it, causing the piss to bubble up, the bubbles spiraling around in my mouth. As the level of piss approached my incisors, he stopped the stream, tapping the head of his cock on my lips to discharge the last drops. He stopped to admire his handiwork.
It was a beautiful sight. A patient, helpless in the chair, with a mouth full of his Dentist's urine. "OK, you can close your mouth now," he said, "but don't swallow". I complied. My mouth was hot with the temperature from his piss. "Swish it around," he said. I did. I could really taste it now. Pungent, strong, acidic, sour, salty. It is nasty stuff, even diluted as his was from all the water he drank before my visit. A brief wave of nausea came over me, driving home the reality of what was going on. I was letting a man use me as a human urinal.
"OK, now swallow," he said. Oh, what the hell, here goes, I thought, and gulped down the hot liquid. I had drank his piss. Well, that wasn't so bad. I thought. "Wait a minute," Dr. Kozlowski said, as he rummaged though the draw in the cabinet across the room. I looked over and saw myself in the large mirror there, my face illuminated in the examination light. I could also see his flaccid cock still hanging out of his pants. He came back with a hand mirror and handed it to me. "Hold this up so you can see the inside of your mouth. I want you to watch this. I want you to watch while I piss in your mouth."
I held up the mirror and tried different angles so I could see down my throat without blocking Dr. Kozlowski's view. "Open wide," he said, "I've got a lot more."
He started pissing right away this time, and the stream was much stronger. Watching it was surreal. I mean, it looked like you would imagine it would - a cock, a stream of urine, an open mouth. But the fact that it was MY mouth that I was watching, and feeling the stream inside me at the same time I was seeing it. He repeated his earlier performance, filling my mouth and making me hold it. "Take a good look" he said, and I held the mirror back, so I could see my whole face, my mouth open, and the foamy urine in it. "OK, now swallow." I gulped it down yet again.
He took the mirror from my hand and placed it on the narrow countertop next to the photo of his wife. We could have spent hours doing this, one mouthful at a time. But he had other plans, and besides this was turning him on too much. "OK," he said, "this time, put your lips around my cock, and I'll give you the rest. I turned my head sideways in the head restraint and loosely wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, while he held back the foreskin. He started pissing almost immediately. This time, I could not hear the sound of the piss from the outside, but inside my head, the noise was terrific. I let my mouth fill up halfway and then gulped it down. "Good," he said, feeling me swallow.
"The rest of it" as he put it was a considerable amount. I had told him in our e-mails to drink plenty of water before my visit, and he took me at my word. The wastebasket in his office had been filled with empty plastic water bottles. He had bought a whole case at Costco and drank nearly half of it.
He pissed, I gulped. It felt wonderful for him. There is something about pissing, for a man, that is so relaxing and pleasurable. Pissing outdoors, off the back of a boat, or in some place "you are not supposed to" seems even more relaxing. Using someone's mouth is doubly so. That Godlike feeling of having a disciple who will take your piss.... Well, you either know what I mean or you don't. He did. And he was having a ball.
For me, the pleasure was dampened only by the reality of piss drinking. It is nasty and sour and bitter. But I like the aspect of being used, and sometimes I force myself to swallow, even though I feel like gagging, knowing that later on, I'll be proud of myself for being a "piss drinker". And swallow I did, over and over again, until the stream started to slow, then stop in a trickle.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and beat the head against my lips, dislodging the last drops of urine, which I licked off. Some dribbled down the side of my cheek.
"Um, yea, that was good" he said. "Now, I'm going to fuck your mouth. Open wide."
He put the head of his cock in my mouth, and with my head turned sideways, I started to suck. He moaned. It was an awkward position, and I couldn't get much of his cock in my mouth, and being sideways, I could not run my tongue down the shaft.
He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and kicked them off, along with his shiny black shoes. He pulled off his underwear as well and added it to the pile. He was still wearing the lab coat and his black dress socks. The effect was to call attention to his hairy legs and cock, which looked all the more obscene by the contrast.
Putting one knee on the armrest of the examination chair, he carefully hoisted himself on top of me, clicking off the examination light and brushing it aside. With one kneed on each armrest, his cock was just about level with my mouth. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the narrow cabinet behind the examination chair, next to the photo of his wife and the hand mirror he had placed there earlier.
He aimed his cock into my mouth and I took it in. It was a nice cock (I think they all are nice, of course) but I could feel the foreskin on my lips and tongue, the head now fully emerged. He slowly worked it into me until his scrotum and dangling balls started to brush my chin. He looked over across the room at the large mirror. The shocking sight amused him. A patient in the chair, a Dentist over him, and the hairy cock disappearing in the patient's mouth. It was hot.
He could see his diplomas in the background, reversed in the field of vision of the mirror. What would the Examination Board think of THIS? Sexually abusing a patient. Waves of pleasure washed over his body. He started a gentle fucking motion in my mouth. I'm going to fuck one of my patients in the mouth, he thought.
I knew this would be the hard part. He had a big cock, and I wanted to make him cum - inside my mouth. I am always a bit disappointed when someone "pulls out" and has to jack their cock to get off. I prefer it when a man "finishes" in my mouth, ejaculating deep inside me, as though my mouth were a cunt. And his cock was big and thick, and I knew that I would have to concentrate on timing my breathing and not gagging.
I stroked my cock just enough to keep my interest up. I know I give better head if I am horny, and a man can instantly tell if a cocksucker has lost interest and is just going through the motions. So I yanked my cock to make it better for him.
It didn't take him long. He confessed later to me that he hadn't come in a couple of days prior, anticipating my visit. So after only a few minutes, he ejaculated into my waiting cunt mouth. Feeling his semen inside me was of course an entirely difference experience than his piss, but I cherished them both. As he started to pull out of me, I was jacking furiously, and shot my load all over the dental bib.
For a brief instant, he hung there, his cock in front of my face, before he carefully got down from the dental chair. The chair groaned in protest over our combined weight. Getting on the chair seemed no difficulty during the rage of horniness that preceded, but getting down from it proved tricky, without putting a knee into his patient's stomach, or getting my semen on his lab coat.
He stood there and looked down at me, and we both made small nervous laughs. It was hard to believe we had just done this. "Well, what did you think?" I said. "That was fucking incredible" he nervously replied, "But we better clean up and get going."
His nervousness had returned. What had he done? He looked at the photo of his wife with some guilt. Why had he done that to her? Why was it so important that he look at her picture while he defiled me? He knew the answer of course. He loved his wife, but her interest in sex was less than enthusiastic, particularly after 30 years of marriage. Abusing a patient was a way of getting even with her denial of release for his sexual urges.
He took the dental bib off me and carefully folded it up and placed it in a used grocery store shopping bag. The cleaning staff had already emptied all the waste cans, and it would be odd to his staff to see a semen soaked bib in the trash the following morning. He quickly dressed while I went to the rest room to rinse out my mouth.
He came into the restroom from his office, having carefully replaced the photo of his wife on his desk. I was rinsing out my mouth with mouthwash and spitting in the sink. "Here, put that in this bag" he said, indicating the disposable cup I was using, as well as the paper towels. There must be no evidence left behind. He tied off the bag and walked me to the door. "I have to get home to the wife, you understand" he said, "No problem, I understand. Total discretion, remember?" He smiled and seemed a little more at ease. Now that he had finished with me, his nervousness at being caught came back.
He opened the office door, looked down the hall and nearly pushed me out. I heard the door close and lock click behind me. I went back to the car without encountering anyone. The office park was deserted. I started up my car and drove away.
Dr. Kozlowski went through the office several times, making sure everything was put back in its place. One misstep and the whole game was up, he thought. I'd better get home. His desire to flee the scene was overpowering. He was outside the door and almost ready to lock it, when he realized he left the bag of "incriminating evidence" on the counter of the reception area. He reopened the door and retrieved it. And he relaxed. He was getting too jumpy. No need to worry. The faggot liked being pissed in. He won't tell anyone. And even if he did, it was his word against mine. And he isn't even a patient! But that's silly talk, he thought. The faggot liked it. Maybe we could do it again.
Across the street, I was going through the drive-through at Burger King. With a tummy full of urine, I needed something to settle my stomach. A chocolate milkshake and some junk food would do the trick. I am not usually a fan of fast food either, but after swallowing that much piss, I needed to eat something. As the girl at the window passed me the bag, I saw Dr. Kozlowski pull out of the office complex in his Volvo. He didn't see me, and I didn't wave. What a nice man, I thought.
A week later, I got an e-mail from him. Would I be interested in having that filling drilled out? While he enjoyed our session immensely, he wanted to make sure the next time we had a clandestine meeting, I was an actual patient of his. He wanted to fill that tooth, so that later on, he could piss on it.
I have an appointment for next Thursday. I love my Dirty Dentist!