Root Canal

Numbed by the wonders
of nitrous oxide

and a half a jarful of
extra-strength Cialis,

not to mention the expert fluffing services
of the naked dental assistant's

practiced and talented mouth,
he felt the chair reclining

even more as Doc mounted him,
replacing the eager mouth of her assistant

with her own dripping and clutching gash,
her feet finding the stirrups as she impaled herself upon him,

burying his blade up to the hilt, while her industrious
assistant redirected her lingual ministrations

to Doc's glorious ass, her hands still rhythmically
squeezing his aching balls, desperately trying

to maintain his anesthesia, as Doc
placed his hands on her tits, urging his squeezes

to synchrony with her assistant's testicular massage,
as she brought the drill to his mouth and he

opened like a cavern to receive it,
hearing the whir of the bit

as it penetrated his enamel,
while Doc began to post up and down on his instrument

in time with the thrusts of her drill, becoming one
with his cock as she penetrated his white virgin tooth,

smelling the attar of burnt enamel, the heady aroma
of smoking dentin, the symphony of the suppressed screams

of his butchered nerve, as she became the tooth,
and nothing but the tooth, her drill his vicious cock

as she received his pounding trusts, violated
beyond repair, and she felt the first crescendo,

pouring her juices over him as she
thrust the drill deeply into his root,

and he thought, wow this hurts,
but what the heck,

where else could you get preventative
dental care for free?