Dr. Erica Beauchamp Surrenders - Sex Stories

Dr. Erica Beauchamp Surrenders

... would be fine and wanted to settle his trip requirements. "Very well then!" I acknowledged, setting the blood pressure cuff around his well-muscled arm. The sight of my delicate fingers against Ben's dark skin was strangely beguiling. I had always found some black men to be attractive. More often, however, I found them too intimidating and "other". But I found being so close to this one, alluring to say the least. Yes, the sight of Ben's dark, muscular body was getting to me, and I discovered a certain harsh beauty to his face. I held my stethoscope against his arm under the cuff, admiring its strong muscular and vascular structure. His blood pressure was ideal, but his pulse high. Not surprising, all things considered. Next I placed the stethoscope on his chest, back and abdomen, resting my other hand on his shoulders, back and chest in turn as he drew deep breaths as directed. Again I noticed his skin - it was thick and resilient, with a satiny sheen. It felt different than white skin, wonderfully different. And his scent... I felt my throat tighten up more, and realized that I was the one who was now aroused. It felt like I had swallowed a walnut whole, shell and all! There was a direct link from my constricting throat to my erogenous zones, which started to swell and tingle. My nipples hardened. I struggled to hide any indication of my state, but the heat was rising! I noticed my patient's heavy breathing and intense gaze. His internals sounded beautifully healthy ...

... through my stethoscope. I then instructed Ben to lie back on the table. His erection had abated somewhat as he stretched his magnificent physique before me. I examined his thoracic area, pressing down on his chest and abdomen with my hands and fingers, looking for any protrusions or masses. He was so strong and solid that I could barely make anything budge! I did the best I could, but I just didn't have enough leverage. So, I climbed up to kneel along his sides, allowing me to bear down behind my hands and fingers. This worked more effectively, but the satiny feel of his skin, his muscles, along with his warmth were almost too much to bear. He had begun to grow again as a result of my touch, his boxers tenting up. I wondered if my now steaming mound was sending olfactory signals. Ben was so strong and perfectly formed that I knew I would find nothing, and I was correct. I clambered down from my perch and we were almost done, thank God. Finally I asked Ben to sit up on the edge of the table, as there was one last thing to examine. I explained that I had to examine his testicles for abnormalities, using all of my will to appear professional, to speak firmly and clearly. I explained I just needed to move his boxers down to his thighs for a brief moment for access. Ben nodded "Yes", looking deeply aroused and a bit frustrated. He lifted himself up and I tugged on his boxers. They were snug on his powerful hips and thighs, and so I could only move them down slowly. By now I was ...