Dr. Erica Beauchamp Surrenders - Sex Stories

Dr. Erica Beauchamp Surrenders

... asked me once more: "What do you love Doctor?" This time I responded with him still in my mouth, choking out, "I love black cock! Please! I want you inside of me!" I was barely comprehensible. With gentle tugs under my arms Ben coaxed me onto my feet again, then inched my lab coat over my shoulders until it fell to the floor. He then proceeded to unbutton the rest of my blouse and pull it open, pushing the collar aside to my delicate shoulders. He caressed my tummy, and my rib cage. My heart was in my throat and my pussy was on fire! He caressed my lace-covered breasts, and then unclasped my bra. My nipples had never been so inflamed: pink, swollen, cone-shaped areola capped by rock-hard nibs. My breasts were heaving roughly, damp with perspiration. I was lucky that I had good genes from my mother, because even after two children my body proved to be tight and resilient, my breasts still full and upright. He pulled me tight against him, his hard cock was against my tummy, and my breasts against his powerful, dark torso: the contrast between our bodies was overwhelming as he caressed my breasts with his giant hands. Then he did to me what I did to his cock: he took my face in his hands, and starting at my forehead he gently kissed my face all over before ending at my mouth. The softness of his lips overcame mine and my mouth melted into his, his tongue then overpowering mine and forcing its way into my throat. I felt faint. Ben stood up between me and the table as he unzipped ...

... my skirt, inching it down over my hips. I was grinding into him. Placing his hands around my hips, he switched positions with me and lifted my bottom onto the table. He then removed my skirt completely as I lifted my hips to offer access. I was nearly naked before him, leaning back on my elbows; my blouse and bra open to the sides, with panties and stockings. I kicked off my flats. He pushed my legs apart with his hands, my neatly trimmed brunette bush clearly visible through my sopping undies. We both trembled in anticipation. He caressed me through my panties as I ground my swollen, drenched mound into his hand. Then he pealed them off, the wet fabric clinging to my labia. The air felt so cool against my wetness as I spread my legs. My pussy was on fire, my bush showing my wetness, my smooth outer labia puffy and flushed with pinkness, my inner labia swollen and purple. I could not handle it any more! I wanted him to taste me, but again a more powerful part of me wanted something else. "I want you inside of me!" I begged. "Please give it to me. Please fuck me!" Ben pulled me to the edge and positioned himself between my legs, rubbing his dark shaft on my tummy and thighs, all around my pussy, before kissing my labia with its swollen head. "Please!" I cried. But he would have none of it: he was in control. Instead, he kissed his way down my body: my neck, collarbones, breasts, nipples, ribs, belly, navel, hips, thighs, inner thighs, all around my pussy. I groaned. He licked ...