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Mom and Dad weren't exactly thrilled I enrolled at an HBCU after high school, but I wanted the full college experience. I learned so much my freshman year and the parties were absolutely lit! There were so many gorgeous guys, but usually, they didn't ask me on a traditional "date." Usually, they text me to come over to their apartment and "hang out."

Mostly, that meant chillin' on the couch, watching a movie, maybe having a couple of cocktails and sometimes they'd break out a blunt. That was followed by an invitation to sleep over and most of the time I just said "another time," but a few times, the guy was hot enough that I'd just smile and say "sure."

To say there were a couple of nights I got totally worked over would be an understatement. They guys were all on athletic scholarship and liked being in charge in the bedroom, but I got a nice orgasm out of the evening and most of the time wasn't able to get out of bed until noon or so the next day.

I felt kind of conspicuous walking back to my dorm on Sunday afternoons wearing the same cute, little cocktail dress and high heels I'd worn the night before but the guys were usually very sweet about calling to check on me and make sure I got home okay. Sometimes, they liked me to tell them how much I'd enjoyed myself at our sleepovers and I loved giving them detailed descriptions of how they made me feel.

I can just imagine how my parents would've reacted if they knew they were paying for their little girl to get an advanced degree in sexual gymnastics, but I'm really grateful for all the beautiful men willing to tutor me.

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My parents were super-nervous about my going to South Africa with my church youth group on a mission trip, but I assured them there would be plenty of chaperones and convinced them the church would never take a group of high school girls any place dangerous. Besides, I reasoned, we’d probably be staying in a secure compound for our group only, protected by walls and security.

Imagine my surprise when I learned we’d be staying in tents near a river and surrounded by heavy jungle. Our plan was to assist an international medical team providing health care to mostly women and children from a nearby village. Our guides told us they’d built in some time for recreation in our schedule including several days of swimming in the river and a safari to look at some of the animals native to the area.

My bestie, McKenna and I read up on the area and talked endlessly about what we should and shouldn’t pack for the trip. Because our camp was so remote, we were told repeatedly not to overpack. We made list after list of clothes and toiletries to include in our duffels and repeatedly culled down the packing list, but we made sure to include swimsuits, since we’d be so close to the water and our itinerary included boating on the river. We also packed large quantities of sunscreen since our destination was not far from the equator and the sun would be intense, but we laughed about how we’d impress our friends when we returned with our deep tans.

When we arrived at the camp, it was like nothing I’d ever seen before and we joked with each other that “this ain’t Alabama at all!” But after our orientation, we were driven to the village and started work in the makeshift clinic, helping with simple medical exams and assisting the doctors in vaccinating children. The women from the village were shy, but smiled at us constantly and the little kids were absolutely adorable. We had fun playing games with them and keeping them occupied while they waited with their mothers.

On the third day, our guides told us they’d planned a recreation day and we’d be taken by Jeep upriver to a swimming spot for the day. We were asked to put on our swimsuits and be ready for the Jeeps in the morning. You can imagine my surprise when we gathered and the other eleven girls in our group were all wearing one-piece suits! I was the only girl wearing a bikini.

As we arrived at the swimming spot, we parked and our guides led us through the forest to the river. We passed several clearings where groups of men were working and as we walked by, they would all stop and watch as a line of 12 blushing and giggling Alabama country girls passed by. They were more curious than threatening, but I couldn’t help feeling that I attracted more than my share of attention. I knew they probably weren’t use to seeing blonde hair, but I couldn’t help but feel like the fact I was showing more skin that the other girls was making them stare.

A group of about 15 or 20 men from the village followed us along the path to the river and stood watching as we set down our towels and walked tentatively into the water. It was unsettling at first but we ignored them and started swimming with each other. Before long, we spread our towels on the riverbank in the sun and lay down, drying ourselves in the heat. It was a lovely feeling and I nodded off to sleep for a while.

When I awoke, the men from the village were still there, watching intently. Some of us joked about the attention we were drawing but the men seemed harmless. When the two girls seated on towels near me returned to the water, I sat alone and watched, my senses taking in the feeling of being half a world away from my hometown in an environment totally alien from anything I’d ever seen.

A short time later, one of the men from the village walked over to me and said something in a language I didn’t understand. Of course, the only language I understood was English and I looked at him helplessly, shrugging my shoulders and saying “I’m sorry” over and over again. But, he motioned me to follow him and I wasn’t sure about what I should do. Could someone in his group need medical help? We’d been instructed not to separate from the group but maybe someone nearby spoke English and could translate. After a few minutes of confusion, I got up and started to follow him.

We started down the path we’d taken that brought us to the river, but after a short walk veered off a short distance to a clearing with a cluster of tents. The villagers at the river had followed us and I kept looking back over my shoulder to judge how far I was from the others in my group. The man who approached me motioned to follow him into one of the tents. I hesitated, but he smiled and gave me what I thought were assurances he meant no harm, so not knowing what to do I ducked in.

He reached into a basket and brought out a primitive gold chain and approached me, smiling. He moved to place the chain around my neck and I held up my hand to stop him.

“No, no,” I stammered. “I can’t…”

He smiled and reached in the basket for another chain and moved to loop it over my head and around my neck.

“It’s beautiful,” I said. “But, I’m not allowed to accept gifts.”

I heard the men from the village behind me talking to each other as I protested the gold being strung around me, but the man just kept reaching down and producing more strands and placing them on me. Their gifts were beautiful and I looked at each one closely, but my protests were ignored. They didn’t speak English and I couldn’t communicate that sending me back to my group with strand after strand of gold chain around my neck would only raise more questions and a demand from our guides that the gifts be returned to the village. They seemed so poor, how could they be lavishing such expensive gifts on me, I wondered.

After my neck and chest were adequately bejeweled, the man started draping chains across the front of my bikini, making me blush as he focused on my cleavage. When he finished, I covered my face in embarrassment, trying to figure out how I could exit this strange scene and get back to the other girls.

I looked at the man who had decorated me and smiled. “I have to go back…” I said.

“Take off…” he replied. The first words in English I’d heard him speak.

“Yes,” I said. “I must go!” and I turned to make my way out of the tent.

He gently placed his hand on my arm. “No,” he said, pointing to my chest. “Take off.” Did he want the chains back, I wondered? Gladly, I thought and began removing the gold from my body to return to him. But, he quickly stopped me.

“NO,” he said, emphatically. “Take OFF!” Again, he pointed at my chest. I was confused.

“I’m TRYING to give you back your gold!” I said, exasperated.

“No gold,” he said, pointing again. “Take off.”

My head was spinning as I looked around at the other men. Was I hearing this right? He was giving me gold jewelry so I would …take off…my bikini top? I began to nervously shake my head and move toward the entrance to the tent, but I was surrounded. I closed my eyes and tried to think of a way out, but when I opened them, the men from the village all stood watching me, smiling. Maybe if I did this quickly, they would let me return to my group. Maybe I could give them all a quick peek?

I grabbed one of the triangles of my bikini top and quickly pulled it aside, flashing my breast. There was lots of chatter among the men and I quickly told them “now, I have to go!”

“Take off,” the man said, pointing at my chest again.

I reached up behind my neck to untie my bikini top and when the strings loosened, I slowly let it fall, exposing my breasts. The chatter among the men increased and I quickly untied the tie around my back, pulling the bikini top off my body and letting my breasts slide free. The man held out his hand, apparently in the hope that I’d be willing to give him my bikini top, but I should my head “no.”

I slowly turned around to give all the villagers a good look and returned a nervous smile to the man who’d led me here. He returned my smile, pointed lower and again said “take off..”

Ohmigod, I thought. My bikini bottoms? This can’t be happening! When I hesitated, he gave me a stern look.

There were gold fasteners on either side of my bikini bottoms and my hands were shaking as I reached down to release them. I’d been topless with only one boy back in school and although he’d begged and begged for me to get naked, I’d refused. These village men were about to see something more than one small town Alabama boy had tried and failed to get a glimpse of. Oh, well, I thought. They don’t speak English so it’s not like they could ruin my reputation back home.

I pulled my bikini bottoms away from my hips and the chatter resumed as they jostled to look at my pussy. I kind of wished I had trimmed myself up but rationalized they were probably more used to seeing a full bush. Again, I turned in a slow circle to let them all see. When I turned to face the man with the chains, he motioned for me to take a seat on a makeshift bed to one side of the tent’s interior, a wooden rack covered by a rough canvas bag stuffed with some kind of plant material.

He spoke to one of the men from the village, a tall man who looked like he was in his late 20’s or early 30’s. The man made his way through the villagers and stood in front of me. He was unclothed from the waist up, the bottom of his body covered by a rust-colored cloth belt, tying a canvas cloth covering his hips down to his ankles. Like me, his chest was decorated with gold chains and he stood expressionless.

After the older man spoke, the younger man began to loosen his belt and I could feel my face getting hot. I hoped this wasn’t what I thought it might be. The bottom cloth opened and he tossed it away, standing naked in front of me, his long, thick penis draping down in a soft arc.

I clasped my hands over my face and covered my eyes. “No, no, no,” I stammered. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here, but this ain’t it,” I said.

“Where I come from, 17-year old white girls don’t do hook-ups with black men just because they got jewelry from their friends.”

I felt the younger man grab my wrists and remove my hands from my face. He moved closer, placing his crotch directly in front of my face. He grasped my hand and placed it on his cock.

“A blowjob?” I said. “Is that what this is all about? You gave me all this gold so I’ll blow this dude?”

I felt the man’s hand on the back of my head, pushing me forward and without even thinking I opened my mouth. His semi-hard cock brushed against my lips and slid into my mouth, my tongue feeling the texture of his shaft as he pushed deeper. If any of the kids in my mission group found out what I was doing, it wouldn’t take long for word to get back to the other kids at school and by Monday morning, the entire school would know the rumor. I shuddered to think what kind of talk would go through our little town if any of the church chaperones ever found out.

I began moving my lips back and forth on his cock and I could feel him pulsing in my mouth. None of the other men spoke while I was blowing him and I looked up to see him staring straight at me, a snarl on his lips. I’d only ever done this twice in my life – once in eighth grade when an older boy that I’d had a crush on convinced me to “take a walk” with him behind the VFW hall during a school dance. The other was earlier in my junior year of high school when a make-out session on my third date with a boy from my high school led him to practically beg that I go down on him. I resisted in silence at first, but he persisted and I complied hoping that it would lead to a fourth date and beyond. It did, but I soured on the relationship when it because obvious that he wanted each date to end the same way.

Gradually, the younger man became more forceful as he got closer to orgasm and I started to clue in to how he wanted things to end. I realized that one way or another, I was going to wind up with a mouthful of semen and I was glad I was naked if for no other reason than returning to my group wearing a cum-stained bikini would be even more embarrassing.

From the corner of my eye I could see the other men in the tent watching intently and a few of them touching themselves. I prayed they weren’t planning the same treatment or the guides for our group would be sending out a search party.

The younger man groaned and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I felt him throb and his hot, milky sperm shot onto my tongue. His crotch was pungent as he held me close and his cum was salty and slightly bitter-tasting. The consistency was kind of gooey and I could feel it sliding down my throat into my tummy. What I wasn’t prepared for was the length of his orgasm. Spurt after spurt after spurt as I continued to swallow. Through it all, he held me in place and I had no other choice but to take his seed.

He withdrew from my mouth and the men were silent as I stood, still shaking, and slowly put my bikini back on. Without saying a word, I made my way out of the tent and started down the path leading back to the river, the gold chains still draped around my neck.

As I drew closer to the riverbank, I slipped off the gold chains and carried them in my hand. The other girls gasped when they saw what I was carrying and I handed out chains to each of them, telling them all they were gifts from the local village. I hoped the other girls wouldn’t get to close to me in case the residue from my encounter was still on my chin or in my hair.

When the guides announced the time had come for us to gather up our belongings and head back to the vehicles, I was relieved to be back in my group. I didn’t say much on the walk back and no one asked me where I’d gotten off to as if they’d noticed my absence much.

When we approached the Jeeps one of the guides was leaning against the car, watching me, smiling at me as I drew closer. His gaze made the goose bumps on my arms stand up and I tried not to look at him as I climbed into the Jeep.

“Enjoy your swim?” he asked.

“Yeah, it was fun,” I said, still not looking at him.

“The men from the village thought you were very beautiful,” he said. “I guess that’s why they decided to give you all those gifts.”

“That was very kind of them.”

“Not at all,” he said. “They were especially grateful for your treatment of the chief’s son. He has many wives and lots of children. The women of the village all talk about how special he makes them feel when he chooses one of them for the night.”

“Oh,” I said, blushing a deep red. “Is that so?”

The guide leaned closer and whispered in my ear. “The women say his ejaculate is so strong, a baby is practically guaranteed when he lies with them.”

“The chief must be very proud to have so many grandchildren.”

“He is,” the guide whispered. “But only his favorite wives can tell stories about how his sperm tastes. When he lets a woman please him with her mouth, he feeds her before he puts a baby inside her.”

“Ohmigod,” I whispered, slightly stunned.

“I’ll bring your group back here to swim again in three days. I hope you will enjoy it as much as you enjoyed today.”

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A bikini shoot from my h.s. days ...so much fun! When the guys at school found out I was modeling, I started getting asked out a lot, especially by the black guys on the football team! They were determined to get in my pants.

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We had a 200-level biology class together and sometimes when our eyes would meet, he'd smile and I'd think "whoa! seriously cute!"

About halfway through the semester he sat near me and when class ended, he asked me if I'd like to grab coffee or maybe even go out some time. We met for coffee at the student union and when he asked for a date, I said "I'd love to." He was very sweet and a little shy, but I could tell there was a confidence there that was very sexy. I told him I was from a small town in Alabama and that my parents probably wouldn't approve. He just smiled and told me as long as I said "yes" it didn't matter.

He took me to dinner at a very nice restaurant and after that to a club to listen to a jazz trio, all very classy and fun. We were able to talk and get to know each other at the club and the more I learned about him the more I liked him. He told me he was an Omega and when I told him I was a Tri Delt, he laughed and said "no wonder I'm attracted to you."

When we walked back to the car, he held my hand and when we got to the parking lot, he kissed me. It was slow and tender and really sexy and a little bell kept going off in the back of my head that I needed to be careful or I could do something with him I'd regret later.

When he unlocked the car and we got in, I slid over next to him and he kissed me again. He told me I was free to say no, but he'd really love it if I'd come over and hang out with him for a while before going home. I look at him strangely and said "your apartment or the frat house?" He laughed and apologized, but made it clear he lived in an apartment.

A million calculations went through my head at that moment, but I caved and said "well, okay, but just for a little while." I meant it, but realized I'd opened the door to a whole bunch of possibilities.

When we got to his apartment, I sat on the couch and he got me a glass of wine. We talked for a while, but eventually he moved closer and we started making out. He was cautious and a little tentative at first and I got the sense he didn't want to move too fast on me, but when I reached up and caressed his cheek as we kissed, he took that as a sign.

He gently laid me back and moved on top of me, his tongue starting to explore my mouth. His hands started to move gently up and down my body and things started getting hotter between us.

"Nobody will ever know if you decide to stay over..." he whispered in my ear.

"I have a curfew at Tri Delt," I said.

"Tell them you had car trouble," he said, smiling. "Tell them you stayed over at one of the senior's apartments."

I look into his eyes for what seemed like an eternity. It was decision time, but it was also THE FIRST DATE! If he starts telling tales, it wouldn't be long before word got back to Tri Delt. People would ask questions. They'd send a letter to my parents saying that I missed curfew and spent the night out. Our faces were close as we looked at each other. i could feel his warm breath on me.

"So....does....this mean, like....we're having sex?"

"Your call," he whispered. "Nothing happens if you don't want it to.."

I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "God!" I said. "When I agreed to come back here with you, I kept thinking that I really wanted you to fuck me..."

"...And now?"

I looked into his eyes again. "I still really want you to fuck me.."

He got up, took my hand and pulled me to my feet. Leading me down a hallway to his bedroom, we went inside and he started to undress me, unbuttoning my blouse and slipping it off, then pulling down the zipper on my denim skirt and sliding it down my legs. He followed by removing my bra and I shivered slightly when he hooked his fingers in my panties and rolled them down over my ass to the floor.

"Well, it didn't take you long to get me naked, did it?"

"Damn, girl," he said. "I shoulda asked you out earlier in the year."

I sat on the side of the bed as he undressed. He had a beautiful, muscular body and I couldn't help smiling when he took his shirt off. As he dropped his pants and boxers at the same time, I clasped my hands over my mouth to keep him from seeing my reaction the first time I saw his penis. We'd been making out long enough that he wasn't flaccid, but he wasn't fully hard yet. His cock curved downward in a lovely, graceful arc, smooth, thick, ending in a full, round head. I reached out my hand and wrapped it around him. He moved closer.

"You like?" he asked.

"Uh huh, very much," I said. I leaned forward and softly kissed up and down the length of his shaft. I could feel him pulsing in my hand and against my lips.

He caressed my hair as I made love to his cock. "Yeah, girl, that's it, just like that," he whispered.

In that moment, I thought about those date nights in high school when teenage boys would plead with me to touch their wrinkled, pink genitalia. I didn't have any desire to comply and in most cases I recoiled. This was different. I wanted to please him. I wanted to make him hard and feel him in my mouth, maybe even in my pussy. I opened my mouth and slid his cock in, feeling his hard flesh with my tongue as he pushed deeper into me.

There were about a million ways this night could go wrong. Some girl at Tri Delt could tell everybody she heard some black guy bragging about fucking me. Or I could wind up with a reputation on campus for giving it up on the first date with some guy from my class. But, I wasn't thinking about any of that. All I was doing was reacting to my desire for him. I wanted to be close to him, I wanted to be in his bed and feel his hard body on top of mine, kissing me as he moved in and out of me. I wanted to do the things he wanted, to make his orgasm and to see what he looked like when he cums and to know what he'd say to me.

I took my mouth off his cock and looked up at him.

"I want you to fuck me now," I whispered. "Your cock is so gorgeous, I want to feel it in me." I moved back onto the bed and onto my back. As he positioned himself over me, I could feel the head of his cock against my labia. Slowly, he pushed into me and I could feel myself gasping as he went deeper.

"Oh, yeah," I hissed. "This is what I've wanted since I first saw you in class. I knew this was gonna happen."

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"I can dress you up in all the pretty outfits you want ..and do your hair and make-up, but that doesn't mean you know what it's like to be a girl," she said.

"Wh-what do you mean?" he said softly.

"Until you've experienced what it means to relate to a boy, to be his girlfriend, to make him want to be with you ... you don't really know what it's like."

"I'm not gay," he stammered. "I mean, not just gay, that is...I iike girls AND boys..."

"Have you ever had a guy look at you, and like ...really want you?" she asked.

"I-I don't...think so."

"You will if you go out looking like you do now," she said. "You kind of have that sweet, innocent quality guys really love. The kind of girl they want to spoil."

"They want to spoil me?"

"If they think you're worth spoiling."

"What do I do to make them think that?"

"You convince them you've got something in store for them."

"..in store?" he asked.

"Y'know ...you're gonna make out with them, let them feel you up ...maybe a hand job ...or even a blow job."

"But, if they start feeling me up, they'll be able to tell I'm not a girl."

"That's why you'll have to make the first move. If you start making out with him, you should start feeling him between his legs. If he's getting hard, you should probably pull own his zipper and pull his cock out."

"Ohmigod!" he whispered.

"Look, I'm not telling you I haven't told girls your age. If you show your willing to let him put his cock in your mouth, he won't be trying to get in your pussy. At least not right away."

"But, I don't have a pussy..."

"But, you have a mouth, don't you? Part of being a girl is knowing how to please your boyfriend with your mouth. If you graduate high school without ever having given a blowjob, I haven't taught you to be a girl very well, have I?"

"Does that mean...until he cums?"

"Yeah, once you start, you've gotta finish. Haven't you ever tasted cum before?"

"Um, no ...not really."

"It's pretty easy ...and usually pretty quick. Just get him hard with your hand, then swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. Take a few licks up and down the shaft, but give him plenty of eye contact. Then, lower your mouth onto him and just start sliding up and down, licking with your tongue. You'll know when he's getting close and then, just let him spurt into your mouth and swallow it down."

"Holy shit! Does it taste bad?"

"First time you won't like it, but it gets better. Mostly it's salty with kind of a bitter flavor to it, but different guys taste different."

"Did you....like it?"

"I liked that I'm able to please him and get him off. And when he tells me how good I made him feel, that's nice, too. Sometimes he strokes my hair and tells me I made him cum really hard. But, if he doesn't want to kiss me after I've sucked him, that pisses me off."

"What if he wants to return the favor?" he asked.

"Don't worry. He won't."

"And if he wants me to go out with him again?"

"He may want a repeat performance. Just make it clear to him that while you're okay with blowing him, you're not giving up your pussy."

"Damn, this is complicated."

"Yeah .. and don't be surprised when you go to school Monday morning, all the guys in his friend group are gonna know you sucked him off on your date. They won't say it to your face, but now you're "the blowjob girl." Some of them might start being really friendly in the hopes they'll get the same hook-up."

"What do I do?"

"It's up to you, but if he's really cute and he asks you out, he's gonna expect your lips on his cock. But, at least you know know you'll get a second date out of the deal."

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"Well, technically I'm not an OBGYN yet ...I'm still a resident," he said.

"Yeah, but I've never seen you before. Why can't I just see my regular doctor?"

"I'm part of the same practice, I'm just helping him with the more routine exams and stuff..."

"Don't you normally wear a shirt under your lab coat..?"

"Sometimes yes, sometimes no ....if it's a problem, I can..."

"No, no...I don't want to make it a big deal, it's just that all the other doctors in this office are women ...and you're just so...so..."

"So...what?"

"Nothing ...look it's just that I'm still in high school and I've never been examined by a doctor that was black ...and so.....hot." I felt my face flushing red with embarrassment. He smiled.

"You think I'm hot?" he said. I felt my mouth getting dry as he moved closer. There was serious tension between us and I started to worry someone might walk in on whatever was happening or about to happen. I felt frozen.

He reached up and caressed my cheek with his hand. "You're so pretty, Katy," he said. My eyes were locked on his as I felt him reach down to the top button of my gown, then cool air on my chest as I felt it pop open.

"Wait..." I stammered.

"Shhhhhh...." he whispered, slowly undoing the rest of the buttons and uncovering me, now completely nude as I sat on the exam table. He walked around to the side of the table and gently lowered me onto my back. Returning to the end of the table, he pulled up a stool, released the stirrups and placed my legs softly in each one. I brought my hands up and covered my face, mortified that I was now laying in front of this gorgeous, young black man, my legs splayed open to him.

He reached up and gently started opening the folds of my labia and adding to my embarrassment, I remembered wishing I'd have shaved or carefully trimmed my bush that morning after my shower, instead of making him pushing back my wispy nest of natural hair.

"Aren't....you....supposed to be....um....wearing gloves or something like that?" I asked.

"Not for this.." he said, matter-of-factly.

I stared up at the ceiling as I felt his warm breath on my pussy. I didn't have to look down to realize he was getting closer. Suddenly, I felt the warm wetness of the tip of his tongue against me, softly moving upward until it started circling around my clitoris.

"Ohmigod!" I whispered as I felt my body tense.

He started pressing his tongue against me and I could feel my body tingling, my vagina getting wetter with his saliva and my own juices. How many times had I gone down on my boyfriend, hoping that he'd return the favor, only to sit and stew on the drive home from a date, disappointed again. But, this. This was different. I'd never been in a situation where all the focus was on me.

"I...we shouldn't...I mean....this feels really good..." I stammered as he continued to lick my pussy.

"I knew it would ...just relax and let me do this for you," he said.

Without consciously realizing it, I started to lift my hips slightly, pushing myself against him. I reached down with my hands and placed them on his head, half-caressing, half-guiding his mouth to the places I wanted him to touch.

Every part of my body began feeling like my face, red and hyper-sensitive to every touch, every stimulus. I could feel goosebumps on my skin and my head started to spin with pleasure. Damn, he was good at this! It was like he knew exactly where to touch and how long to press and then release. I could feel the tension pushing up inside me, moving closer to release.

"Please, you've got to stop or I'm going to make so much noise we'll both be in trouble..." I hissed.

"Shhhhhhh...."

I lost control of my hips and they started moving up and down against him, his hands gripping my ass cheeks and pulling me into him.

"Oh, god..."I whispered. "Oh, fuck....baby, this is soooo good, yes, lick my pussy...!"

I gazed down at him, my eyes half closed. He was staring directly at me, watching intently as his tongue brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

"Fuck," I said again. "Don't make me fall in love with you and want you for my boyfriend..." I was trying to make a joke but with my raspy voice, I sounded a little more sincere than I intended.

Suddenly, I felt wave after wave of pleasure ripple through my body, tensing and releasing. My brain suddenly fogged and I could feel my pussy quivering and gushing against his lips. We both suddenly went still, his mouth still against me as I tried to catch my breath.

He slowly released me and I collapsed, limp, onto the table, my brain still foggy.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Damn..." I whispered. "Well, I guess I totally embarrassed myself."

"Not at all," he said. "There is nothing better than a beautiful, young woman experiencing pleasure."

"So, I supposed it'll look kind of sketchy if I ask for you at my next appointment..." I said, sheepily.

"Not at all. I'll make sure I'm assigned to you when you come back next week."

"Next week..?"

"Is that okay with you?"

"Um, yeah, whatever you say ...you're my doctor."

As I checked out at the front desk, the receptionist smiled at me and I wasn't really sure whether she knew what had happened during my exam or was just super-friendly.

"How was your appointment?" she asked, her smile a little un-nerving to me.

"It was good. Pretty routine."

"Yeah, well, I see you're coming back in a week. He's so damn sexy, that's the kind of routine I'd be okay with. I bet the way he treats patients, especially young, pretty ones like you, is something. The things I'd do to be naked on his exam table. God, you're such a lucky girl!"

"Am i?" I said. "See ya next week..."

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(he rolls over, breathing hard)

HIM: "damn, girl, I guess that's why they call you Incredible..."

ME: (giggling) "..that's not the first time I've been told that.."

HIM: "you definitely are Elasti-girl..."

ME: "...sweetie, next time I'll really show you how you can bend me..."

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I love it when we go to the beach together. The way he looks at me when I'm wearing a bikini. The way people look at us when we make out on the blanket. He whispers in my ear that he wants me and I realize we may not make it back to his place. He may take me as soon as we get to his car. I'll try not to make so much noise people overhear, but I can't guarantee it...

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A black guy who asked me out in high school gave me this pendant after I went out with him a couple of times. I was so naive, I wore it everywhere, even to school a few times. I had no idea the signal I was giving off, but I slowly started to realize, every black guy at school knew what it meant. I couldn't understand why they were all smiling at me when I walked down the hall....

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