Instructing the instructor
His voice was commanding. The tone and the rhythm at which words came from his mouth was soothing.
“Open wide.”
Her mouth opened wide and her mind opened to the dark and improper thoughts she had been suppressing for years. Since the day that she first met him, at a work conference in Vegas for the dentists at the company they both worked for, she had wanted to hear him to grab her and pull her close to him. She knew he was off limits, and that engaging in her desires would only cause possible headaches in the future as she grew her dental practice. But… hearing him tell her to open her mouth wide, as she lay there on her back in the dental chair made her immediately say.
“Yes sir.”
“Hmm? Did you say something?”, he asked.
“Oh, no!”, she responded. Questioning herself if she had actually said that aloud or if it was just in her head. She was a rush of emotions, enjoying the moment while trying to calm herself down.
As she lay there she fumbled through her mind, trying to determine how she had found herself in such a compromising position. When she offered to take him on as a mentee she had not taken into account it meant that she might end up in the position she was in now, on her back with her mouth open and him sitting over her. In this case practicing a dental technique on her she had developed.
His voice was commanding. The tone and the rhythm at which words came from his mouth was soothing. She felt a sense of comfort and ease that was hard for her to explain. Every interaction she had with him over the past year was one that made her curiosity of him grow more and more. Yes, she was his senior in the workplace, but the way he stepped in and took control in small ways put her at ease and let her release her authority in a way she didn’t exactly know how to explain.
When did it start? Possibly the moment when he smacked her hand when she reached for a door handle and he jokingly scolded her and told her women don’t touch door handles around him. Possibly the way that whenever he was around he didn’t allow her to do anything but, “Stay pretty and powerful” as he put it. She hated how his soft but commanding words affected her so much, but every time he walked away she yearned for the next time he’d be standing so close to him that her leg was between his and he looking down at her.
As she lay there looking up at him, the next word that he spoke to her reminded her of why she couldn’t stop moving her hips slowly back and forth in the dental chair.
“Are you ok? Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable? Make sure if I’m doing something that hurts or that makes you uncomfortable you tell me.”
He knew exactly what to say to her in every moment. His words seem to always be right for the moment, they were always exactly what needed to hear. Always exactly what set her mind and her body at ease. As she lay there looking up at him, she could see the focus in his eyes. She could see the dedication and the determination in him as he worked to perfect his craft. Looking up at him she saw how his eyes fixated on her mouth, and she continued to imagine how it would feel to have them fixated on her eyes as she enjoyed exploring her fantasies with him.
The only time that his eye contact would break from her mouth was when he reached for the next tool he needed, or he would look up at the diagram and the whiteboard that she had put together for him, to instruct him through this procedure that he was practicing on her. Over the 30 minutes of this instructional exercise he would always continuously check in with her, again, always asking if she was OK, always asking if she was comfortable.
When he was complete with the procedure she reached over, passed his right thigh, restraining herself from what she truly wanted to grab and over to the small towel on the dental table,for her to wipe her face with. But there again was the light smack to her hand. She questioned herself, what did she do wrong? She didn’t touch a door handle. She didn’t try to do something that she knew she shouldn’t do around him. What could it have been?
“I’ve got it.”, he said to her as he picked up the towel to wipe away a bit of spit that was on her chin and around her lips. And then he commanded her again, “Open wide please.” Which she did gladly.
Her hand was still there just above his thigh, floating, awaiting its instruction from her of where to lay. Then suddenly as she opened her mouth, following his instruction and two more words that followed her hand somehow ended up resting on his crotch, where she could feel his firm dick through his scrubs. And in shock she wondered, how the hell did this happen?
Two more words that she had been dying to hear from his lips.
“Good girl.”
She found herself now in a place she had only dreamed of being in. She found herself touching him in a way she never thought would be possible. She found herself where she knew she should never be, but one that she hoped would come to reality. Now, in her right hand she felt him, so firm, girthy, and seemingly the perfect size for her.
“What have you found there?”, he asked as he looked down into her eyes. “It sure seems like that something you’ve been thinking about by the way that you have it grasped in your hand.”
“Mmhmm….” She half said and half moaned.
And then in response, in the stern deep commanding tone that made her pussy tingle, he said.
“That’s not a proper way to answer my question. If I ask a question it’s because I am in need of an answer. I need you to use your words.”
And just like that, her body melted into the chair. Why was it that all he had to do was speak to her and look at her with his commanding nature and she was putty to him? It made no sense to her, there was no logic to it. Why did this man, whom was her subordinate dominate her mind without saying anything commanding or threatening or in any way that made her feel like she was required to do something, not out of fear of repercussion but because of the desire to please him. She wanted to give him the answer he asked for. She wanted him to guide her. She wanted for him to take control. She wanted to give herself to him, to shut off her mind, and to let him lead the way as a man should.
Her mind was a rush of fluttering butterflies, self-doubts, and questioning if she should be engaging in this act, with this man. But when she thought about it, she was reminded of something she had heard him say while they were hanging out with their groups of friends in Las Vegas, “A woman controls the pace. She sets the pace and I will lead from there.” And so that’s exactly what she did in this moment.
“What’s in my hand is what I’ve been wanting to have since I met you. Not purely your dick, but you. When I heard you say a woman sets the pace and you take the lead from there it turned me on more than you can imagine, and you weren’t even talking to me. So Sir, is it OK if I call you Sir? Consider this me setting the pace for you to have your way with me.”
In her right hand she slowly continued to rub and massage his dick through his scrubs. As she did she felt his right hand begin to slowly make its way up her thigh, and her body shook just a bit with anticipation. He looked at her, and saw her head was leaned back and her eyes were closed, and he knew that she was ready. His right hand slowly made his way into her pants, and she welcomed him by spreading her thighs open. The tip of his fingers brushed against her clit and she let out the softest moan.
Now, there he was with her in his hands, her laid out in front of him. His for the taking. He continued to slowly play with her, and he could feel how wet she was becoming. With every moan that she let out, he intensified the pressure that he put on her pussy with his fingers. And then curling his ring and middle finger on his right hand up, he slid them inside of her.
“No. No. Not yet.” she suddenly heard him say. “Hold on, don’t let it go. You’re not allowed to cum on my hand. You’re only allowed to cum on my dick.”
“Please may I have it, Sir.”
Her hands were gripping the side of the chair so intensely, she could feel her entire body flexing as she tried to hold her orgasm. She didn’t want to disappoint him, making her question herself on why he had such control over her. She locked eyes with him as he continued to finger her, slowly… deeply… intensely. His two fingers curled up so they were rubbing her G spot while his thumb circled on her clit.
“Are you ready for it? He asked.
Her response was a moan, and he looked at her with those commanding intense eyes. Before he could even say anything, she responded.
“I’m sorry Sir! I’m sorry Sir! I know that I have to speak my desires. I know that I have to use my words. Yes I am ready for it. May I please have it?”
Those words from her lips were his command. He stood up and moved to the end of the dentist chair. From there, he began to pull off his scrubs, first his shirt, revealing his large muscular body and more of the tattoos that she had gleaned going up his arms. The next thing to go were his pants and his underwear. As he pulled them down she began to lick her lips. And then there it was the dick that had been just a fantasy up until this moment.
It was happening. Her fantasy was becoming a reality. She was about to have exactly what she wanted; for him to take her. She was so fixated on his dick that she didn’t notice he had grabbed her by her thighs and pulled her down close to him, close enough to where her butt was at the edge of the bottom of the chair.
With both his hands, he pulled off her pants and her panties in one motion, revealing her sweet wet throbbing pussy. There it was sitting presenting to him and to his dick. The moment had finally arrived, the moment she had been waiting for. Her head leaned back, and her eyes went straight to the ceiling, but he had other plans for her.
“No ma’am. You look down here. You watch it go in.” he said to her in a stern voice.
And down she looked, where she saw his right hand wrapped around her left thigh, holding her in place and his left hand wrapped around his dick, inching closer and closer to her. Her breaths became more rapid with every second of anticipation of being filled by him, and then years of anticipation months of yearning months of imagination disappeared as he disappeared inside of her…
“Open wide.”
It was in that moment that she realized that he was asking her to open her mouth so he could practice the technique that she had developed on her, and that all that had just gone through her mind was still just a fantasy in her mind. Or was it? And so, she replied…
“Yes Sir.”