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Subject: {ASSM} The Impression (M, F-solo, no-sex)
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Date: Fri, 19 Mar 2004 18:10:03 -0500
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"You see these cracks?  They're nothing to worry about now, but
we'll keep an eye on them.  Eventually I'll have to replace that
filling, maybe put a crown on it."

The TV screen showed an extreme close-up of my right upper molar,
as the dentist slowly moved the tiny fiber-optic camera over it.
"Let me know if there's any sensitivity back there.  But other
than that, everything looks fine.:

He replaced the instriment and I started to rise from the chair,
but he interrupted.  "I want to have the hygenist do a little
more work back there.  I noticed some calculus left behind, it
should just take her a few minutes."

He rose and moved into the hallway behind me.  Though he spoke in
a muffled voice I could hear his displeasure as he talked to the
hygenist.

"That's the third time I've had to have you re-do 13 and 14. 
You're usually very thorough, but it seems late in the afternoon
you hurry a bit.  Take care of it now, and try to pay more
attention from now on."

Coming back to me, he was cheerful again.  "Michelle is going to
take care of you from here on.  I have an appointment, but she
can show you out.  Be sure to lock up as you leave," he said,
putting on his coat.

Once he'd gone, Michelle gave a sigh of relief.  Not frustration?
 He hadn't really chewed her out, but it did seem like she was
staying after school to clean the erasers, but was looking
forward to it.

"Well, let's just clean you up a little now," she started.  She
was Southern and had a honeyed twang to her voice.  She was new
in the office, and this was only the second time she'd done my
sox-month cleaning.  She was taller than the other assistants,
and took great care with her mascara and eyeliner. (What else do
you look at for a twenty minutes while your teeth are being
cleaned?)  She was also different from the other assistants in
another way, which she revealed now.

"The air conditioner goes off at 5, and it gets pretty warm in
here."  She unbuttoned her smock, a little too slowly to be
businesslike, but still too quickly to be seductive.  "That's
better."  Underneath she had a simple cotton top, in kind of a
peacock blue, with thin straps over her shoulders and tight and
clingy around her breasts.

Breasts.  That was it. Every other hygenist was either flat as a
board, or controlled and camouflaged by bras and smocks.  But
with Michelle they were right out there, and especially with her
height, right at eye leve, too.  Nice and prominent, not too big,
and nicely breast-shaped.  Soft, natural, something you'd want to
bury your face in.

"Open, please."  She flipped down her visor and started in on the
back molar.  Reaching across my body, she was closer than she had
been earlier in the hour -- and without the smock, the sensation
of her body being right there next to me was noticeable.  I felt
a little stirring in my cock, and hardly noticed the poking and
prodding of my gums.

"Yep, there it is, around the back.  Let me get in closer.: And
like an electric shock, I felt her breast touch my cheek, just a
touch.  And not a smooth, flat breast: an erect nipple, an
aroused breast.  "OK, this may pimch a bit," she continued, and
her breast pushed more into my cheek, and the protruding nipple
brushed the corner of my mouth.

With the mirror and explorer and two hands in my mouth there was
nothing I could do.  The urge to turn and kiss tha breast, suck
that nipple, through her cotton top and satin bra was
overwhelming, but I was pinned to the chair.  My erection grew
harder and started to pulse.

"I think that should do it,: she said, removing the instruments
from my mouth.  She stayed close to me, though, her breast
hovering a half inch from my salivating mouth.  "Looks like you
need some suction?" She inserted the tube into my mouth, and
played it around my cheeks, across my tongue, and saying "Now,
close," drew it slowly out of my mouth.

I was as aroused as I'd ever been, but couldn't figure out what
the hell was going on.  Was she coming on to me> Or just playing
with me, torturing me, for her own sense of fun?  Her hand
trailed down the top of my leg towards my crotch.  "I think that
we need to take an impression," she said.  She flipped open the
button and unzipped my pants in one smooth motion, and stroked my
throbbing penis.  "Yes, I think we need this one, definitely."

I was speechless.  She reached into a drawer and took out a
bullet-shaped mold, about a foot long and hinged along the side.
She opened it to reveal a molded lining that was somewhat
distinctively shaped.  With one quick motion of her other hand,
she filled the cavity with a transparent compound, and then
gently closed the mold around my erect penis.

The sensation was astonishing,  The compound was warm and heavy,
but not at all sticky.  And I guess it was mint-flavored, as my
cock tingled from tip to base.  I had an intense urge to pump
into the warm, enveloping substance, but she admonished me not to
move until the compound set.

"It's important that you try to stay in just that state to get a
good inpression.  Maybe I can help a little."  I heard the snap
and whine of the TV monitor coming back on.  My eyes were drawn
to the shadowy pinkness on the screen that was at once completely
out of place but utterly familiar.  I could see the rounded
curves that must be upper thighs, and a white V of underwear,
with little lacy scallops on the outside edge.  The camera moved
towards it, autofocusing constantly to keep the image crisp, till
the whole field was white.

Then a flash of fingernail pushed the white wedge aside and I saw
a curly auburn forest surrounding rippling pink ridgelines.  She
held the mold closed over my penis while she pushed the camera
further up under her skirt.  We skimmed the ridgelines and
plunged into a valley, into darkness.

Then as the light source kicked on and the focus adjusted I could
see the undulating pink walls, then a sort of tunnel, whose back
went off into darkness.  The camera stopped its plunge and
rested, while the pink walls flexed and shifted as she rolled her
hips to go deeper.  Then slowly the camera moved in, then out,
then in, and out as she frigged herself with the probe.  Slowly
at first, then at a deliberate pace, then faster and faster, till
finally the camera stood still but the walls collapsed and
undulated, clenching and releasing again and again.

With a click the image disappeared, and I was back in the
dentist's chair. I had been utterly engrossed by this
cock's-eye-view of a woman's orgasm and was pretty disoriented. 
She dropped the camera into the autoclave, and pulling a string,
split the mold neatly in two and removed it from my still
rock-hard member.

"What are you going to do with that?" I croaked.  It was the
first thing I'd been able to say.  "Oh, I make castings for my
own fun.  The doctors won't let me fuck the patients, but some of
you are just so irresistable.  So I get the next best thing. 
What color do you want to be?"

"Color?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah, I cast them in colored silicone.  The last guy wanted to
be purple.  Most guys pick black, which is kinda wierd, 'cuz it's
always the white guys that pick black."

"Uh, I dunno, green maybe?"  I mumbled.  I was still dazed, and
still extremely aroused, and didn't know what I was going to do
about it.

"Great.  Green it is.  OK, now, do you want me to take care of
that for you?  I can rinse and drain you as part of a standard
procedure/"

"Huh?  OK, I guess."  I still was completely lost, but willing to
go along with whatever she said.

She replaced the mold in the drawer and brought out a small
silicone cap. which she affixed to the top of the suction tube. 
Smearing a little dry lubricant around the inside, she nestled it
over the glans of my swollen cock.  When she squeezed the suction
valve, the cap took in my cock like an expert blowjob; then she
slowly released the suction and it slid back up like a warm cunt.
 Over and over she pressed and released the valve until I came,
spurting into the suction tube, while she milked me dry.

"OK, rinse and spit!" she said cheerily.  I tucked my cock back
into my underwear, zipped up, and stood up woozily.  My balls
ached from being hard for so long, then being absolutely emptied.
 And from beginning to end she never touched me with her hands,
and I never even got my lips on those tempting nipples.

A few weeks later I got the usual notice from my insurance
company, detailing the charges and payments.  Other rhan the $20
copay, everything was covered, including a charge for "FULL
IMPRESSIONS UPPER AND LOWER".  There was a note on the
computer-printed form:  "All impressions and castings are
considered part of your medical record.  You can examine them at
any time on request."  Maybe I'll ask Michelle to show me around
the casting sometime.

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