("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2013. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 78