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Size Does Matter
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

The inspiration for this story came from an episode of 
the CBS sitcom Rules Of Engagement during the 2012 
season in which David Spade's character Russell Dunbar 
has to go to the dentist. Timmy has to pick him up 
because he can't drive. The dental assistant gives 
instructions on what Russell can't be doing and that 
was when he said the classic line I'm including here. 
"Size does matter." (MF, intr, size)

***

I was loath to go to the dentist. But I had no choice. 
My wisdom tooth - the top left one - was killing me 
and I needed to get it pulled. I really hated to take 
the time off from work, I pretty much ran my mother's 
company. I hardly ever see her because she's always 
off 'jet-setting'. 

I had an appointment for this afternoon after lunch I 
really had to go. I figured I get it over with and 
still be able to put in a few more hours if things 
went well. I left my office and told my secretary if I 
wasn't back by a certain time to take the rest of the 
afternoon off. I jumped in my Jag and headed downtown.

As expected, there was no parking on the street. No 
problem. There was a parking garage around the block. 
I got in, found a spot and parked. I walked back to 
the office the dentist was in. I wasn't sure what to 
expect; I'd never needed to ever have a tooth pulled 
before. 

I knew about Novocain, I assumed I'd get needled, he'd 
pull the tooth, and that'd be it. I found his office, 
told the receptionist who I was, and waited. Which is 
why it's called a waiting room. 

There was a twenty-something girl with headphones on 
holding a screaming baby. A hundred year old plus lady 
who just sat there grinning and a mom telling her two 
screaming kids to stop running around, partly in 
Spanish. Not to mention the baby who crawled up to me 
and decided it'd be fun to bash my three hundred 
dollar shoes with her plastic hammer. I had no idea 
who he or she belonged to. I finally got called in. I 
was led to a room by a beautiful African-American 
dental assistant. Her tight uniform showed off her 
curves, her huge tits and butt.

If I'd had the nerve I'd have hit on her but I didn't. 
I'm just too shy. I sat in the dentist's chair and she 
prepped me for the dentist. Her name badge said 
SHANTELL JAMES. It was right on her huge left tit. The 
dentist finally showed up. 

"How are we today, Mr. Geminelli? Peachy, I hope." He 
laughed loudly at his joke. "Just a little dental 
humor. So how are you feeling?" 

I told him I felt like a gremlin was having a party in 
my mouth without humor. The dentist laughed 
uproariously. "We'll have you fixed up in a jiffy. Let 
me grab the nitrous oxide." 

"Nitrous oxide?" I asked doubtfully as he brought out 
the gas mask. 

"Of course. No other way to go," he replied. 

I shrugged. He knows best. He fitted the mask over my 
face. Soon the gas was being pumped through a tube and 
I was breathing it in. After a while I felt... good. 
Really, really good. Better than I'd ever felt. The 
rest was a blur. Soon I was being lead out into the 
waiting room by Miss James, who was leading me out 
into the waiting room.

She was instructing me on what not to do. Most of what 
she said was lost on me. Then she said I wasn't to 
lift anything heavy for the next twenty-four hours. I 
found myself saying giddily, "What if I have to go to 
the bathroom?" and I was unable to stop myself. She 
continued her instructions. I vaguely noticed the 
waiting room was empty now. 

"Is someone picking you up?" Shantell asked. "A friend 
or family member?" 

"I have no friends." I was true. It could be lonely at 
the top. "And my mother is off in Morocco or 
somewhere. My Jag is in the parking garage around the 
corner." 

"Why don't you take him home and take the rest of the 
day off?" I heard the receptionist say. "It's gonna be 
dead here anyway for the rest of the afternoon." 

"Well, I guess..." 

"Girl, knowing the kind of money he makes, his 
apartment is the closest you'll get to one of your 
rappers on MTV Cribs!" 

They both laughed. 

"Yeah, you're right," Shantell replied. "All right, 
see you later." 

"Not if I see you first!" The receptionist laughed.

Miss James helped me to the elevator and we headed 
down to the lobby, me still feeling the full effects 
of the nitrous oxide. Exiting the building, she led me 
around the block to the parking garage. When she saw 
my Jag she got excited. "You really do have a Jaguar!" 

"Of course!" I pulled out my keys and turned off the 
car alarm and unlocked it. "See?" 

She nodded. 

"Here, I guess you're driving," I said, handing her 
the keys. 

"I guess I am. I hope I don't crash it." 

That made me giggle.

Miss James helped me into the passenger seat and 
buckled me in. Then she went around to the driver's 
side and got in. She buckled up and just sat there a 
few minutes. I didn't care why, I was feeling too 
good. Finally she started the Jag and we headed out. 

At the gate I pulled out my ticket and a wad of cash. 
I gave Miss James the ticket and threw a bunch of 
money in the direction of the driver side window. 
"WOO-HOO!!!" I yelled. 

She paid the parking fee and we left. "So where do 
live?" Miss James asked.

"I can't remember!" I laughed. I still had my wallet 
out. I smacked it on the dashboard and pointed at my 
driver's license. "I think it says it on there 
somewhere," I giggled. 

She picked it up and looked at it. "Wow, you look 
younger than your age," She said. 

"Why, thank you, Miss James!" I giggled. 

The ride home was a partial blur, all I could remember 
was laughing and/or giggling the whole time for no 
reason. Well I knew the reason. I felt good. Really 
good. 

Miss James parked my Jag in the underground parking 
garage and we took the elevator up to my penthouse 
apartment. I could tell she was impressed when we 
walked in. I dropped the keys on the table by the 
door. She led me to the couch and sat me on it. 

"Ummm, do you need me to stay? It's not like I have 
any plans..." she said, the bitterness obvious even in 
my diminished state. 

I found myself replying, "I'd enjoy some company." 

Miss James smiled and sat next to me. 

"I appreciate you staying, Miss James." 

"Please, call me Shantell." 

"All right, Shantell."

We got to talking and seemed to hit off. I talked 
about my life, my mother, as in the lack of my mother 
in my life, my work, etc. Shantell told me about her 
own life, her family, her lack of boyfriend [which 
explained her earlier bitterness]. Soon hours had 
passed.

We ordered some takeout food and watched some 
television. "Do you have anything to drink?" Shantell 
asked. 

I waved towards the kitchen. "Make yourself at home," 
I told her.

She got up and came back with a bottle of red wine and 
two glasses. Shantell did most of the drinking as we 
ate. When the bottle was empty she asked if it was all 
right to open another bottle. I said sure. 

After she got up I realized I needed to take a leak. I 
found myself unbuckling my belt, undoing my pants and 
pushing them down with my briefs, and I again could 
not stop myself. It was like I was trapped in a 
completely different person. "I need to go to the 
bathroom!" I called out, giggling. 

"All right, hold on," Shantell called back. 

I just sat back, relaxed, feeling good. Really good.

I had closed my eyes and didn't notice Shantell come 
until I heard her say, "Oh, shit!!!" 

I looked over at her and giggled, kind of forgetting 
what I'd done. Her eyes were wide. "Is... is that for 
real?!" She asked. 

My eyes followed her gaze and I remembered what I'd 
done. I giggled again. "You can hold it for me when I 
pee and find out." I started to stand up. "Should I 
take off my pants?" 

"You might as well now," Shantell said breathily. 

I giggled. I kicked off my shoes the baby had been 
hammering back in the waiting room. I was feeling 
hammered myself. In a good way. I pushed off my pants 
and boxers then Shantell helped me to the bathroom. 
Once inside I stood in front of the toilet. 

Shantell put up the seat. Gingerly taking hold of my 
cock, she aimed it. "Go ahead," she said. 

I slowly began to pee then it cascaded out more 
stronger. "Damn..." Shantell gasped. "Your shit is 
thick... And at least thirteen inches!" When I finally 
stopped peeing she continued holding my cock. Not that 
I minded.

A woman was holding my cock. It made me even giddier. 
Shantell was breathing heavily in my ear. It was 
having an effect on me and my cock began to harden. 

"Oh!" Shantell gasped. Then she began to stroke it. I 
moaned. She stroked it faster and harder. Soon I was 
hard. Very hard!

Shantell pushed down the toilet seat. Turning me 
around she sat me down so that I was looking up at 
her, feeling like a little kid. 

She had her jet black hair up. She let it down. It 
cascaded down over her tits and almost to her waist. 
Then she quickly began to undress. She had some 
body... Huge tits just beginning to sag. Huge black 
areolae and thick, long nipples. A soft belly, no 
'love handles'. A thick mass of pubic curls, 
glistening with her juices. Thighs with just the right 
amount of jiggle. And a large bubble butt when she 
turned her back to me. 

I watched dazed as she began to lower herself down, 
holding my cock straight up. Soon her wet pussy was 
enveloping my length. I groaned. She was tight. But 
then again, as she'd said, I had a big one.

Shantell wasn't able to take all of me in her. She 
began to bounce up and down on my cock, moaning. I 
reached around and grabbed her massive tits roughly. 
Shantell hissed. 

A minute later she began to cum, screaming in orgasm. 
I twisted her big nipples as she rode me, cumming over 
and over, her body thrashing and grinding. 

We fucked about twenty minutes before I spewed a huge 
load up in her. I was still hard and Shantell never 
slowed down. I lost track of how many times she 
orgasmed; all I knew was it felt good. Really good. 

Forty, forty-five minutes later I shoot off in 
Shantell again, triggering another orgasm in her when 
she realized what I'd done. Afterwards she leaned 
forward, gasping and sobbing softly, both of us 
covered in sweat. I felt great. Better than ever. 

I tried to think of something to say, but all that 
came out was, "Are you staying the night?" 

It was Shantell's turn to giggle...

THE END

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