[You’ll have to get past the real dental visits and nightmares to get to the sex.]

My beautiful dentist stabbed my upper left gum for the sixth time. My pulse raced; my mouth drooped on the left; my tongue refused to cooperate; my cheek was thick rubber; my words were gibberish and made of spittle. I felt that sixth shot of novocaine as much as the first. Each one felt like a spear shoved into my gums, and each ripped them apart. With my life-or-death trigger tripped, my fight-or-flight directive kicked into high as soon as the suction tube hooked on my mouth.

Dr. Vladimirovich, she preferred to be called Vladi to separate her further from her dracul heritage, refused to believe I could still feel any pain so she ordered her dental assistant, Clara, to proceed with my cleaning.

Scraping my teeth wasn’t too bad, yet, still uncomfortable and terror inducing, but when Clara went under my gum, it felt like she used a dull butter knife. When I felt the gum rip, I tried to scramble over the back of the chair in panic and pain as my muscles tensed and I briefly ignored the lusty allure of the sex goddess torturing me. The “stun gun” level pain on my gums made a tear escape my left eye. Clara pushed me back down with a hand on my soft dick. Dr. Vladi calmly observed that I must have a nerve spur they didn’t reach. Calmly!? Bitch!

So why did I return to this life threatening, heartless being? Something about her smoldering looks, her ideal yet overabundant figure, and maybe her hypnotic, pale grey eyes. Being near her takes my breath away, makes my heart race with pleasure, makes me want to please her. Her sexy assistant is also easy on the eyes and captivating. Even her “Dr. Vladi and Ass” was provocative as there was no period after Ass in her signs.

Their outfits were a little different that day. Both their blouses were unbuttoned as far as their short lab coats allowed. Deep, low cleavages caught my eye and made it hard not to stare at their bountiful and braless chests. If not for my Dentophobia, they would have been totally and sufficiently distracting.

Dr. Vladi commented that they had tried all they could to dull my pain: laughing gas made me nauseated; acupuncture did nothing; acupressure with massage didn’t help; hypnotism was useless; even their special ability to overpower people could not beat my phobia.

From my first visit for simple X-rays and cleaning, Dr. Vladi explained that she had a special office policy for extremely nervous patients like me. As she purred her policy through an enchanting smile, she unzipped my slacks and extracted my terrified dick. As she stroked it to full stiffness, she whispered to her assistant that it was time for plan S. Both fully opened their shirts setting four beautiful, firm tits, and stiff nipples free. I sighed then licked the closest nipple.

It turns out dental pain is somehow unique for me. So special. I can suppress most pain easily. By example, jumping off a ladder at a construction site once sent a big, rusty nail, sticking up in a wood scrap, through my shoe, foot, and out the top. My bored reaction: “Ouch. Look at that.”

As a kid, stepping off a curb to grab a ball ran my leg against a ragged, rusty floor board on an old car. It ripped a three-inch gap on my shin. After a slightly bigger “ouch,” I calmly walked home, washed it with peroxide and tried to close the wide gap. No stitches, so I still have a sizeable scar.

I also put my hand through a door’s glass window with little pain, but lots of blood. Many small scars surround my veins to this day. While cutting a cardboard tube and stabbing myself with a pen knife that slipped deep into my thumb’s base, next to a vein, I let out a small ouch with little blood. I survived a pencil stab in my hand with little pain. When I broke both bones in my arm by falling on it, it amused me to stare at my limp wrist which refused to move when ordered. It swung loosely. When I went home and showed my mom my new trick, she screamed in hysteria and off we went to a hospital.

Helping an old man come up from a cellar in Brooklyn was not a problem until I closed the heavy, dual, steel doors for him. My big toe was just over the edge and the door slammed onto it with a loud bang — some of that volume was from me. Now that hurt! It burned and hurt a little less as I tried to walk it off. As I walked, or hopped, my pain level was a 9 - a 4 - 9 - 4 - 9. When I heard and felt my foot squish in my sneaker, I went home to check it. The sneaker was full of blood and my sock was drenched. Removing the sock became a problem when it snagged on what was left of my semi attached big toe nail. With my nail hanging by just a corner, I yanked the sock, and nail, off. TEN!

That pain blinded me for seconds and was the closest I came to the pain of having my gums ripped or the low speed drill used for my first cavity; the heat then inside my tooth terrified me, but that dentist heartlessly ignored me as my hands twisted his chair’s arms.

One more example before I return to dracul, umm Dr. Vladi. There’s a nerve conduction test where a small needle is stuck just below the knee and another, wider one, stuck near the ankle bone. That alone made me flinch hard with pain. The tester connected leads to the needles and then blasted that nerve with a mere 5000 volt shot. The first time tested, I didn’t know details so I could not prepare. Though lying face down, my leg shot up and nearly hit the ceiling. It was, briefly, extremely painful.

The second time tested, I knew what to expect. The doctor and her student stabbed the small needle in, then I asked her to touch where she was about to plunge the wide probe and give me thirty seconds to desensitize that spot. Three slow breaths later, I gave her my OK and she slid the wide probe in. I heard her grunt, “Oh?” then connect the leads. When she hit me with 5000 volts, I felt the twinge and my leg barely moved. She asked, “How did you do that? I’ve never seen anyone react so little.” That confirmed my control over pain — with one, dental, exception.

While her assistant cuddled my balls, Dr. Vladi leaned far over, let her tasty nipple brush my lips as she continued to massage my cock, and whispered, “You ahhr too tense to continue today. You vill come bach to finish your mouth. Yes?” With her blouse hanging away from her chest and her firm hand on my cock, she nibbled on my ear. How could I refuse that or her hypnotic twins’ persuasion? Vladi put her foot between my legs and hiked her skirt. I took the hint and slid up her sexy legs until I encountered her bare, hairless, and damp pussy. As I slipped into her beguiling cock sleeve, her assistant leaned into me. As Clara unclipped the bib, she kissed me with moist tongue, then wiped a bloody drop from my ear. Sweet fragrance swirled up from her cleavage and her exposed girls.

“Of c-c-course I’ll return,” I mumbled as I stared and sighed. Maybe next time I can lick both pussies. My euphoria lasted until I got in my car. Spell broken, I shouted to no one, “Why the hell did I agree to come back for more torture? Oh yeah, I remember now.” Visions of sugar tits danced in my head, and I wondered how tasty their pussies were.

My wife, Sue, laughed at my submission and cock dreams. She knew what they were, and reminded me I’d agreed to support her at her dental appointment that week. Cringing didn’t save me. How could I go to another dentist in the same office while the horror of stabbed and bleeding gums, the prognostic of tortured death, was so fresh in my head, and mouth?

Sue had permanent discoloration in her teeth because of calcium-tetracycline in her enamel from childhood. These complexes darken on exposure to light, which leads to the gray or brown colored teeth. The “treatment” was capping all her front teeth. Neither of us fully grasped what that meant or we would have reconsidered. The expense alone was enough to remind her that I was fine with her grey teeth and didn’t think they marred her beautiful face. She disagreed and felt the need to stop hiding her smile.

While I summoned all my strength just to put myself near a dentist again and return to that office, Sue refused to show her nervousness. Yet, she wouldn’t let me leave her side and kept a tight grip on my hand before and during the “treatment.” Dr. Vladi winked at me when she passed the other office. I cringed ... and nearly swooned with memories of her hot pussy and her hand on my cock.