Black Beauty

by itscalledhazing

story tags: doctor, anal, blackwoman, facefucking, olderman,
youngerwoman




A medical takes a turn for the worst.

A medical takes a turn for the worst.

Page 1 of 3 page(s) (21679 characters)

It was a typical winter's day. The mercury was touching freezing, the
trees that lined the side of the road looked frail without their
leaves, and with the threatening black clouds there was a good chance
of rain.

Despite the horrible weather there was one face in the sea of people
that wore a huge smile. Her name was Ilona and she was ecstatic for a
good reason. She had managed to get herself a job after three years of
unemployment.

At the tender age of sixteen, she had dropped out of school with no
qualifications. Though she looked for all types of jobs, she quickly
rejected anything that she classified as work, which turned out to be
most jobs.

She wanted a glamorous job that also paid well and finally the perfect
one came in the form of an air hostess. Being able to fly all over the
world and to get paid for the privilege, it was her idea of a dream
job.

Thanks to trashy gossip magazines, Ilona had images of hot air
hostesses sleeping with rock stars or Hollywood actors then being
showered with gifts and when the gifts dried up she could sell her
story and instant fame beckoned. With these fantasies filling her head
it was easy to see why she was so happy on such a miserable day.

Though Ilona wasn't blessed with brains, she more than made up for it
with her looks. Standing at just under six feet, her tall slim frame
stood out in any crowd and thanks to her African heritage her pert ass
stuck out nicely, attracting lustful stares. At 32B her breasts suited
her figure. All in all she was still a striking beauty. Her long legs
and smooth black skin made many people remark how much she looked like
a young Naomi Campbell.

It was actually due to her looks that she left school as soon as she
turned sixteen. A talent scout had spotted her during the school
holidays. It had only taken a little encouragement and was signed with
snapshot modelling agency. The week after Ilona was apart of her first
catwalk, though she was one of the first models her striking features
and sultry strut marked her as the next big thing in the modelling
world.

However, just as everything was going well for her, it would all fall
apart. An unfortunate incident involving the rear wheels of her car and
a prominent designer's dog permanently cut her career short.

Ilona's blasé attitude to what happened was one thing but thinking
that all the clothes she wore were hers to keep meant she lost her job.
With her life seemingly in ruins Ilona spent the next couple of months
spending all of the money she had on party after party.

Finally with the help of her parent's threats she got out and started
looking for another modelling job however Ilona quickly found that her
former employees had put her on some sort of modelling black list so
finding another job would be impossible.

So giving up on her modelling aspirations, she looked for another job.
It was while she was surfing a gossip website that she spotted the air
hostess job. Filling out the application form a week later she was just
about to take part in a series of airline safety assessments when she
was pulled aside.

"Hi there, my name is Stan and you are stunning." The man smiled, his
breathing growing heavier as he continued to stare at her.

"Thank you, that's so nice. My name is Ilona and I'm flattered but I
need to go and do a test and well you seem nice but you're really not
my type of guy." Ilona said smiling widely.

"No, no. I'm not hitting on you. Just hear me out. I'm the head of
recruitment and well... we have enough people who know the airline
rules inside out what we need now is attractive people." At that point
he actually slobbered, "so if you want it the job is yours."

Squealing loudly Ilona grabbed him and hugged him tightly, even without
her heels on she would have been taller than him but Stan didn't care
at that moment. The tight hug meant her breasts were being pressed into
his eager face. It was a good couple of minutes before they broke
apart.

"Whew you have everything that we are looking for." His face was now
bright red and complete with a dazed look. Taking a deep breath he
continued, "all you have to do is pass a medical but don't worry it's
just something that we have to do."

With a copy of her contract in hand and a letter detailing her medical,
Ilona headed home her heart skipping with joy. There were several parts
of the medical, on top of the standard sight and hearing test there was
a small matter of a urine test, blood test and breathalyzer.

As her medical was in two weeks Ilona decided to stop drinking, jogged
each morning and even went as far as to stop having sex. For someone
who hated mornings, loved tequila and had a high sex drive it was
almost an impossible taste but she desperately wanted the job.

The day before the exam, went to bed early thinking a good night's
sleep would mean a good medical. After waking up early she had a quick
run, then a healthy bran breakfast and shower. Constantly watching the
time she gathered all the papers she needed and set out her clothes.

She had already decided what she was going to wear. She really wanted
this job, and knowing that it was going to be a male doctor she chose
her clothes with him in mind. Wanting to emphasize every perfect
feature, she grabbed her pink blouse and threw it onto her bed. It was
too tight but it was the same top she wore when she was spotted for her
modelling career and that meant it was lucky.

Looking for the perfect bottoms, she hesitated for a moment before
choosing a black mini skirt and then moved onto her underwear draw.

Without any lucky underwear she tried to find a pair that felt right
but nothing did. Throwing her bra and panties all over the room her
eyes finally rested on her lingerie.

She had several pairs, mostly given to her by boyfriends, picking up
the push up lace bra she considered it for a moment before pulling it
on. The deep red contrasted beautifully with her dark skin. She knew it
wasn't really suitable for her doctor's visit but she enjoyed the feel
of silk. Besides it would be like her little secret.

The thrill of wearing something so naughty was an unexpected bonus.
Picking out the matching garter belt, she tightened it before pulling
on a pair of stockings and clipping them in place.

With the lingerie on, she smiled at herself in the mirror. The bra
pushed up her breasts creating a deep valley in her cleavage. Her eyes
travelled down her flat stomach to the frilly belt. Picking out a sheer
thong she completed her look.

Pulling on her skirt, she fastened it around her hips, then pulled on
her top and buttoned it. The pink blouse contrasted sharply with her
dark skin, and her mini skirt just emphasised her long legs. She looked
hot and she knew it.

Ilona checked the clock as she got in the car. She had given herself an
hour to get to her appointment and with her Sat Nav guiding her, there
was no way she could be late.

Pulling up along side the medical building, she was surprised at how
plain it was. She was expecting it to look more like a hospital, yet it
could have passed for an office block. She checked and double checked
the address on both the letter and the street until she was confident
that she was exactly where she needed to be. Now she just needed to
park her car.

Looking up and down the road, she found there was no space available
and the disabled parking she was in at the moment wouldn't do. Starting
up the car, she headed for the multi-story car park. Annoyed at how
much time had passed, she quickly made her way back onto the street.

Marching down the street she constantly looked up at the street numbers
making sure that she hadn't passed it.

"Why do all these crap buildings look alike?" she grumbled ass she
tilted her head once more to check the number. "Two more..." she began
to mutter before letting out a shriek as she ran into a large object
and fell stunned to the floor.

The object in question was a tramp. Whilst Ilona was hurrying down the
street he had slowly got to his feet. Stumbling on his feet he walked
into the middle of the pavement, being a tramp he was as good as
invisible and with Ilona focused on other issues a collision was
inevitable.

It took a full minute for Ilona to realise what had happened. One
second she was running and the next she was sprawled on the floor, a
stinking mess of a man on top of her.

Trying not to breath in, she looked down to see a wild straggle of
brown hair so thick that it seemed to cover the entire man's face. When
she saw something move in his hair, she opened her mouth to scream.

She soon regretted that action when his mouth travelled the short
distance to hers. Thrusting his tongue inside her mouth, he moaned and
groaned as he kissed her hard, ignoring her struggles beneath him.

With the smell of alcohol and sweat invading her nose, she continued to
struggle but he didn't move. She began to feel sick when finally she
felt him roll off her body. As soon as he was off her, she gingerly got
to her feet with the help of two passers bys.

Thanking the two men who helped her, she picked up her bag before
suddenly worrying about the man she had knocked over. Looking up and
down the street, she couldn't spot him anywhere so wiping her mouth
with the back of her hand; she gratefully took the piece of chewing gum
offered to her and threw it into her mouth.

Checking her watch, she was still on time if she hurried. So saying
thank you one last time, she ran down the street until she reached her
destination. Pushing the door open, she walked towards the receptionist
chewing manically on the gum as she tried to rid the foul taste in her
mouth.

Returning the smile of the receptionist, she began to speak. "Hello,
I'm Ilona, Ilona Roach. Um... I'm here for a medical."

The dark orange woman sitting behind the desk smiled showing impossibly
white teeth. "I know who you are," she said, looking up at Ilona's, her
smile faltered slightly when she saw lipstick covering half of Ilona's
face.

"Just take a seat over there and the doctor will call you when he is
ready. Oh by the way the ladies loo is over there."

Sitting down on the seat pointed out for her, she furiously chewed on
the gum and took out her small mirror to begin touching her make up.
When she was satisfied, she brushed her coat off and waited. As the
time ticked by, so her nerves began to increase. Twirling her long hair
in her fingers, she listened intently for her name to be called.

While Ilona waited, the tramp that had knocked her down was in the
doctor's office. He entered through the fire exit in the room. Taking
off his wig and beard he furiously washed his face and put on his
reading glasses before looking into the mirror where a respectable
middle aged Doctor looked back.

The tramps name was Dr. Michael Rox and dressing up as a tramp was all
a part of his plan. Finding Ilona and falling on top of her was the
first step in his plan and if it all went as he hoped, he would soon be
getting to know Ilona a lot more intimately.

Moving over to his wardrobe he shrugged off the large moth eaten coat
and hung it up then pulled on his suit jacket followed by his doctors
white coat. Flattening down his hair, he took a swig of mouthwash and
sprayed some cologne both of which helped to mask the scent of the
alcohol. With one last check in the mirror, he finally decided he was
ready. Pressing the intercom, he called out Ilona's name.

Ilona was trying to focus on the upcoming medical but her mind kept on
drifting back to the tramp and his invasive tongue worming into her
mouth. It has almost got to the point that she could taste the alcohol
when her name crackled over the loudspeaker.

Taking a deep breath, she got to her feet and made her way to the door
marked 'Dr. Rox'. Throwing her gum in the bin, she checked her make up
and hair one last time and then knocked.

The audible noise of a chair scraping on the floor and someone walking
towards the door was heard before it opened and a middle-aged
bespectacled man stood before her, smiling.

"Come on in and take a seat," He beckoned her into his office and
pointed her to a seat in front of his desk.

Taking a seat, Ilona looked around the room. On first glance there
wasn't anything that would distinguish itself as anything but an
ordinary work office. The room was plain except for a desk in the
centre with a computer sitting on top and a wardrobe in the corner.
There were a few things such as a sink, a poster detailing how to wash
your hands properly and a blood pressure monitor, that helped
distinguish it as a medical office.

When the door clicked shut, the man was already sitting back in his
seat facing her across the desk. He was utterly unremarkable. His
balding hair was closely cut making his large forehead bigger still.
His large circular glasses were perched on the end of his broad nose,
the size helped cover his thick eyebrows yet they did nothing to hide
his beady brown eyes.

"Have you been drinking?" He asked as his friendly smile was replaced
with a frown as he sniffed the air.

"What me? No... never..." She spluttered trying to look innocent as
Michael scoffed and shrugged.

"Well it doesn't matter if you're lying. I'll find out soon enough." He
turned his attention to the computer screen and began typing glancing
up every so often noticing that Ilona was nervously biting her nails.
With a loud grunt he finished typing and spoke once more.

"I have a few questions to ask, so if you want to take your fingers out
of your mouth, we can begin."

Over the next ten minutes Dr. Rox asked her question after question,
his pudgy fingers punching in her answers into the computer. She had
just finished answering the last question about her weekly exercise
regime when he scraped back his chair and stood.

The buttons on his shirt looked close to popping with each deep breath
as he slowly walked around his desk towards her, an instrument in his
right hand. In complete silence he knelt in front of her. Turning on
the instruments light he peered into her left eye, muttering quietly
before swapping to her other eye.

Switching off the light he left Ilona temporarily blinded, she blinked
repeatedly as she heard Michael speak again.

"Now if you could read the page in front of you out loud from top to
bottom." He queried handing her a piece of paper.

Taking a couple of seconds to get back her sight Ilona looked down at
the page and waited for the words to come in to focus before she began
to read. The first couple of rows were easy and now that she could see
clearly, she spoke confidently. However as the letters got smaller,
Ilona not wanting to admit that she could see the words clearly started
to guess what was written until Michael stopped her.

"If you hand me that and then follow me." Taking the sheet from her he
threw it to the desk and walked from the room. With Ilona close on his
heels he opened up the adjacent room.

"Take a seat in the booth and put on the headphones. When you hear a
beep press the button, I'll be back when it's finished."

After explaining what he wanted her to do, he left the room. With the
booth closed Ilona sat still waiting patiently for the beep to sound.
When twenty minutes passed Michael came back in and led her back into
his office. Taking their seats once more, they sat in silence whilst
Michael peered over the hearing test results.

"Congratulations, you have passed the sight and hearing test." He
smiled causing Ilona to squeal in delight. Michael waited for her to
calm down before continuing to talk.

"Now we come to the breathalyzer." He picked up the device and held it
in front of her face.

All the confidence Ilona had began to drain from her as her mind
drifted back to the tramp and the alcohol drenched kiss. As she stared
at the nozzle in front of her she briefly thought about explaining what
happened outside but she reasoned that whatever the tramp had been
drinking couldn't possibly affect her reading.

Reciting pray after pray, she took a deep breath and blew steadily into
the nozzle until she had to stop. Slumping back into her seat, she
inhaled as the doctor inspected the machine until two beeps sounded.
Not knowing what that meant, Ilona waited in anticipation as Michael
tutted disapprovingly.

"Well, well, well!" He said with a smug grin on his face, "those two
beeps mean a positive reading and coming from someone who smells like a
brewery it's really not surprising but just to make sure we're certain,
I'll get another nozzle."

Ripping the old nozzle off, he threw it into the bin and replaced it
with a new one. Carefully, he secured it before taking out the
batteries and pushing in new ones, making sure Ilona saw each movement.

If Ilona was inquisitive she would have question the need for a big
show. However at that moment she was just grateful to him for giving
her a second chance. When the nozzle was back in her face she took a
deep breath before blowing hard, closing her eyes as she did, hoping
the two beeps wouldn't sound.

Once more, Michael inspected the breathalyzer before the beeps sounded.
Dropping her head she made a noise halfway between a scream and wail.

"Look I can explain. There was this tra..." She began only for Michael
to cut her off with a loud cough.

Attaching the breathalyzer to his computer he pulled open the drawer
under his desk and pulled out a pot and syringe. "Well, I really don't
like to fail anyone. So we'll move onto the blood and urine test." He
smiled reassuringly at her.

Taking a sample of her blood he gave her the pot and directed her to
the toilet, usually both samples were sent off to a lab for testing but
this time Michael took both to another room. Waiting for a five minutes
to make Ilona grown more nervous he eventually came back to see her and
loudly proclaimed that both had failed due to a high level of alcohol.

Michael sat behind his desk while Ilona tried hard not to cry. When he
finished typing he looked up and asked, "How did you get here today?"

"Um... I drove. Does... does that matter?" she answered sniffing back
the tears.

"Oh it matters. I've already told you that all of your tests have come
back positive which means you're well over the legal alcohol limit, and
I'm afraid that means you have lost your job. They can't take
alcoholics on board flights. It's a big health and safety risk. However
right now there is a bigger problem."

He sighed loudly and shook his head. "As a medical professional and a
concerned member of the public I am morally obliged to call the police
to inform them you have been driving under the influence of alcohol."

While he spoke, Ilona's mouth dropped and fear filled her body as the
realisation of what he was saying sunk in.

At the beginning of the day, she had been within touching distance of
getting the job of her dreams, yet fast forward a couple of hours and
she had lost her job and was now facing a drunk driving charge. With a
couple of points already on her licence, the charge meant she would
lose her licence and also her freedom.

With nothing left to lose, she decided to explain what had happened to
her. Ignoring his protests, she spoke quickly and tearfully. "You have
to listen to me. On my way here, a drunk came up to me on the street
and forcefully kissed me. Of course I struggled but he was too heavy
for me and I could only get free once he rolled off me. I don't know
how, but he must have passed something onto me. You have to believe me.
Those tests are wrong. I haven't drunk any alcohol in weeks."

The desperation in her voice told Michael that he had her where he
wanted her. He was even confident that she would actually thank him for
giving her the opportunity to get rid of the chargers and pass the
medical, but at that moment he wanted to play with her a while longer.

Black Beauty

by itscalledhazing (UID 1298984)

A medical takes a turn for the worst.

A medical takes a turn for the worst.

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"I'm sorry but that is the worst excuse I've ever heard. I'll give you
some marks for originality, but I heard this excuse before. The posh
people say they ate a brandy soaked cake whilst the scumbags complain
that their mother was an alcoholic which must mean that they must have
got their alcoholic blood from their parents. All of them were telling
me a load of shit and that also includes yours." He explained not
bothering to hide the patronising tone from his voice as he continued.

"First of all, you claim that you saw a tramp at this time of day and
not only that he was actually awake and walking! Then to top it off, he
was some sort of a magical tramp who can make anyone he touches drunk.
You must think I'm really stupid and worst than that, you're wasting my
valuable time. I'm going to ask you to wait outside until the police
arrive because, unlike some people, I've actually got a job to do."

"Please, you must believe me. Why would I make something like that up?
There just has to be another reason for the readings." She cried out,
tears starting to form as Michael's brow creased deep in thought.

"Alright calm down, I've got an idea. If, as you said, this guy gave it
to you by kissing you, then surely I must be able to take it from you
by kissing you. You know, if it worked once then it must work again."

Ilona's beautiful face scrunched up in concentration as she tried to
work out the logic of what he said. In a crazy way, the idea kind of
made sense and she wasn't about to question someone who had her career
in his hands. With a renewed sense of hope she smiled at him and nodded
her head.

Getting to her feet she stepped towards him as he did the same until
they were face to face. "So how do we do this?" she asked sweetly,
looking trustingly at him.

It was at this point she felt his hands cup her face before leaning in.
Closing her eyes she felt his lips press against hers, ignoring the
familiar forcefulness, she opened her mouth letting him push his tongue
inside.

While his tongue duelled with hers, Michael couldn't stop himself from
moaning. Her full, plump lips were just how he remembered. Enjoying the
soft silky feel of her hair he kept her still as he kissed her harder
whilst fighting the temptation to grope her body at the same time.
After two minutes, he reluctantly pulled away, licking his lips as he
savoured the sweet taste of her lips.

"Ahem... now let's do the breathalyzer again." He announced before he
raised the device to her mouth and let her blow into it. However, even
with the kiss and Ilona's frenetic wishing, it still came back
negative.

"Still positive, I'm afraid." He spoke, shaking his head in
disappointment, "look I've still got one idea left but... no... it's
ridiculous... It's too much of a wild shot." He chuckled at his own
thought.

At that point Ilona reached out and grabbed his arm forcing him to look
into her teary eyes. "Wait! Please tell me I don't care what it is. I'm
willing to try anything to help. Please, can you at least explain it?!"

Her pleading voice was music to his ears. "Well it's really a
controversial idea that has only been tested in Japan and Holland. Yet,
if you are willing then I'm willing to give it ago. It's like the
previous method but in reverse. If I can't get the alcohol out of your
system, then I will have to counter it with my own fluids...." Michael
tried to sell the last sentence with his eyes but it was clear she
didn't have any idea.

"Look doctor, I'm willing to give anything a try and... oh I've got it.
You want me to drink some water to counter the fluids!" She smiled at
him as she walked over to the water cooler in the corner, pouring
herself some. "How much water do I need to drink then?"

"Yes! Yes!" He exclaimed. "It's very similar to that, kind of like
washing away the alcohol, but I'm sorry to say water won't be enough.
You see, it's powerful enough to do it quickly for you. What you really
need is something that swims to the target and well there is only one
fluid that is strong enough and can actually swim. It's a remarkable
little thing, so if you can guess what it is, I will let you use mine."
He smiled knowingly. It was getting harder to keep calm despite his
plan coming to fruition.

Ilona fell silent as she rattled her brain, working her way around the
body she tried to think of each liquid that came from her body until it
finally came to her. "Cum! Spunk!" She yelled looking at the doctor
smugly.

"Well done! You are one clever thing, aren't you? Seeing as you have
lived up to your promise, so will I." With that he pulled down his
trousers and pants, letting his cock hang free.

Seeing that Ilona wasn't moving, Michael kicked his trousers off and
sat on the edge of his desk before beckoning Ilona over.

"If you come over here then we can get started. Just remember that you
will need to swallow it to make it effective." His cock twitched as
Ilona still sat shocked. Getting bored with the waiting, Michael
decided to remind her of the alternative. "Look Ilona, it's this or no
job and a criminal record!"

Upon hearing the threat, Ilona began to question the whole medical
procedure. But as she saw him slowly pull up his pants she realised
that this was her only option if she wanted the job. Besides there was
every chance that he was telling the truth and she didn't want her
reservations about him to cause her to lose her job.

Swallowing hard, she slid off her seat to her knees. Looking up at his
expectant face, she crawled over to him and grabbed his pants pulling
them back down. Once again his cock came out erect and glistening.
Looking up she could see the bottom of his large hairy belly peeking
out from under his shirt, gripping his shaft she lowered her head and
caught the tip of his cock in her mouth.

Immediately her first thought was thankful that he had a wash that
morning though the smell of soap was quickly replaced with a strong
salty taste as she swallowed his precum. Deciding it was better than
the tramp kissing her, she forced herself to take more of his shaft,
sucking hungrily, hoping that he would cum and get this medical over
with. Coming up for air, she licked from the bottom of the shaft to the
tip, coating his cock in salvia before engulfing it again.

"Oh my!!" He bellowed as Ilona got into a steady motion. Bobbing up and
down on his prick she continued to suck hard, flicking her tongue
around his tip as she did.

Looking down, Michael immediately felt his climax edge closer. The
sight that met him was something he would never forget. Her puffy lips
were tightly wrapped around his cock her eyes closed as gentle slurping
noises filled the room.

Biting his bottom lip, he let out a guttural grunt. Releasing his grip
on his desk, he moved his hands to the back of her head and gripped her
hair. With a tight hold of her, he gently yet steadily forced her to
take his cock in deeper. Ilona could only choke and gag as his thick
shaft was totally embedded in her hot, wet mouth.

The sensation of her tight, hot throat was too much for Michael. With
his voice strained, he managed to blurt out. "Fucking hell, I'm
cumming. You need to swallow it all." His voice broke into a cry of
pleasure as he began climax.

Grunting and snorting, he began to shoot rope after rope of spunk into
her mouth. "Fuck... fucking hell yes." He tightly gripped her head as
he bucked against her face.

Eventually, his eyes rolled back into his head as his orgasm started to
wane. His legs jerked as Ilona continued to suck, her hand playing with
his balls trying to coax more cum from him.

Michael, meanwhile was in another world his vision slowly came back
into focus as he watched Ilona swallow the last remnants of cum,
pumping his softening cock before licking around his sensitive tip
making sure it was totally clean.

When she was done, she gave up and moved back to her chair, licking her
lips before taking a swig of water as she waited for the doctor to
recover. She couldn't help but feel proud of her blowjob. From the
glazed expression on Michael's face he had never experienced something
like her mouth.

Once she saw him come back to realist she spoke, "how long until it
takes effect?"

Michael almost laughed at her quizzical expression. She sat looking at
him, her face flushed with a small dollop of cum slowing making its way
from her mouth to her chin. He was almost impressed that despite his
rough treatment, her make-up was still perfect.

Kicking his pants off, he stood there half naked and smiled at her.
"Well with other case studies, it can take anything from twenty minutes
to an hour. Though these people always took several doses... now given
the level of alcohol in your body, I suggest that you do the same,
especially since we want you to pass this medical." He spoke
confidently, trying to work out how much he could get away with.

Over his twenty five year career, several women had propositioned him
in exchange for his signature. When he was a young twenty something, he
always rejected them but as he got older he gave into temptation. As
with all taboo activities, moving to the next step gives a bigger
thrill and the way he was manipulating Ilona made it far more enjoyable
than the other women.

Ilona sat silently as he spoke but as soon as he had finished, she took
another drink before getting to her knees again. Michael smiled and
tried not to laugh in happiness at her willingness.

"Now there is another factor that needs to be adhered to, the cum has
to spread around the body. So I'm afraid that your mouth has already
been used which means you need to think of another way as I'm a bit
unsure what to do next." Michael explained all the while looking
apologetically at her. The ultimate thrill would be having Ilona asking
him to fuck her, and he was close to realising his wish.

Again Ilona went into thought, licking her lips in concentration. She
could still taste his salty cum. She wasn't stupid, she knew what he
wanted and she was trying to work out another way to keep him satisfied
but it was either her pussy or her ass and one was slightly better than
the other.

Despite her reservations, she could feel her pussy moisten in
anticipation. She had had no sexual contact in weeks and his thick cock
was starting to look appealing, even though the rest of his body did
not.

"Well..." she spoke slowly, "I think the best way is if you cum in my
vagina." She said it matter-of-factly, her eyes widening when she saw
his cock start to rise once again.

"Bloody hell! That's a great idea. It makes perfect sense. You would be
attacking the alcohol from both directions. It has to work." He grinned
as he shrugged off his jacket and was about to take off his shirt when
Ilona stopped him.

"Leave it on. It... looks nice," she lied. At least with his shirt on
she couldn't see exactly how disgusting his body was.

She was now on her feet in front of the desk, her pussy dripping. Not
having control of the situation was something new to her and it was
exciting.

Looking at the expectation in his eyes, she began to take off her own
clothes. With each button of her pink blouse undone, she saw his lip
quiver. Letting the thin material fall, she unzipped her tight black
mini skirt before peeling it down her legs.

Michael gasped when her red lingerie came into view and it was quickly
followed by another as his eyes took in her body. Her dark nipples
poked out from behind the sheer bra. They were clearly hard but the
bigger shock for Michael was the damp patch on her thong. The material
had ridden up in between her juicy pussy lips showing just how turned
on she was. Already his cock was rock hard and ready to go again.

She could see he was fighting himself to stop from pouncing on her,
having this power boosted her confidence. She was in control and she
was going to use it.

Slowly, she moved to her bra and as she unclasped it, she thought she
heard the breath catch in Michael's throat. Smirking, she let one strap
fall from her left shoulder, then holding the bra up she let the other
strap fall. Looking him in the eyes, she dropped the material unveiling
her pert, perfect breasts to Michael.

"Jesus," he uttered softly as he clenched his fist and waited for her
next move.

Michael looked on as Ilona ran her hands over her breasts and down to
her flat stomach to the top of her garter belt. Briefly she stroked the
silk material, then gripped the top and pulled them down gradually,
showing her trimmed pussy to his drooling gaze.

It was when her thong hit the floor that Michael finally managed to put
together a sentence. "Wait!" he spluttered. "Turn around and put your
hands on the table. I need to check something."

He licked his dry lips while he watched her lean forward and place her
hand just inches from his own. Her breasts were presented to him and
his cock shuddered violently in response. Pushing away from his desk,
he stood and walked around to where her ass jutted out.

Ilona heard Michael fall to his knees behind her, and when she felt his
breath on her ass, she shuddered in response. Closing her eyes, she
gasped when she felt his cold hands touch her ass. He spread her
cheeks, exposing her to his gaze. Biting her lip in anticipation, she
didn't have to wait long for his next move. He blew gently on her
soaked pussy before dragging his tongue from her clit up to her tight
asshole.

"Oo! Oh my God." She groaned and dropped her head as Michael continued
to lick hungrily at her pussy, avoiding her most sensitive parts until
he felt Ilona push her cunt into his face.

With his large hand massaging her smooth ass, he curled his tongue and
pushed it in her pussy, jabbing and slurping as he did. Her long legs
quivered as her already wet cunt started to load his mouth.

Michael wasn't able to help himself. He had only planned on a quick
taste then a long fucking session but she tasted extraordinary and he
couldn't pass on trying to get more.

His tongue never stayed in one spot for long, darting over her pussy
and ass, trying to find a sweet spot so she would drown him. With his
mouth wide open, he grated his bottom teeth against Ilona's clit,
causing her to yelp and groan in pleasure as climbed toward her climax.

With her body starting to waken, she slid forward squashing her breasts
on the table and pushing her ass into his face. She clenched her fists
and let out a staggered grunt as pleasure overwhelmed her. It was when
she felt his finger part open her pussy that she went over the edge.

"Oh I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck yes!" She screamed out in delight as her
cunt clamped down on his probing finger.

Licking his lips clean, he sucked her pussy one last time before
standing up behind her. Gripping his cock with his free hand, he lined
it up with her pussy. Pausing to admire her body as she shuddered he
pulled his finger free and quickly replaced it with his cock.

"Fucking hell" He groaned as his cock speared through her tightness,
forcing several inches inside before being forced to stop. He licked
his finger clean, and then gripped her hips with both hands. He could
feel her muscles pulsating, gradually loosening to allow him deeper
inside. Ilona was still in the throes of her orgasm when she felt his
cock bottom out. Her whimpering grew louder as he began to drive into
her.

Using short sharp thrusts, he enjoyed the sound of his balls slapping
against her wet cunt. As she swung her head to look behind her he
pulled his cock until only the tip was left in the folds of her pussy.

Pausing for a moment, he heard her groan before he slammed back inside.
Again and again he did this, enjoying the cool air on his shaft only to
be engulfed once more by her tight, warm cunt.

Removing a hand from her hips, he lightly slapped her ass before
spreading her cheeks, taking a moment to appreciate the way her tight
pussy wrapped around his shaft.

After slapping her ass again, he dropped his hand to her left leg and
lifted it up onto the desk. When Ilona didn't complain, he took hold of
her right leg and lifted it until it also rested on the desk, leaving
her doing the splits with his cock separating her pussy lips.

Ilona had never felt more exposed in her life. With her legs spread, he
felt deeper and thicker inside her. Once again his hands clutched her
waist, and then he began to fuck her gently.

Gripping her hips, he forced her back and forth on the desk causing the
smooth surface to rub against her hard nipples and protruding clit. She
was still sensitive from her orgasm, and his rough treatment was
sending shock waves of pleasure through her.

While Ilona whimpered, Michael continued to be amazed with her
flexibility. Having her in this position meant he could see his cock
pump in and out, watch her ass jiggle, and best of all he was able to
force himself deeper inside her.

Due to the awkward position, Michael had the added benefit of feeling
her muscles tightening around his shaft spurring him to pick up his
speed. The sound of her moaning was hot, but seeing her firm ass quiver
under his thrusts was the ultimate satisfaction.

His continued assault on her cunt, in addition to the friction on her
clit and nipples, Ilona found herself rising to another level of
pleasure. Her fingernails scratched at the desk as she screamed out.
"Keep going... harder!"

Just as she was about to yell out again, she stopped when she felt
something wet land on her asshole quickly followed by a large finger
smearing it around her tight ring before it penetrated her.

His thrusts stopped as he worked his finger further into her tight ass
until it was buried inside. Twisting it, he caused Ilona to let out a
sharp gasp before he pulled out. Spitting on her asshole again, he
forced the digit back inside.

This time the passage was much easier, resulting in a satisfied moan
from Ilona. With his finger lodged inside he gently pushed against the
thin wall separating his finger and cock. Feeling his shaft throb, he
groaned in decadent delight.

"Fuck," She grunted as she felt his finger twist and turn inside her,
when it was loose enough, he pushed a second finger alongside the
first. It was as she began to squirm that he renewed his thrusts,
keeping them short and sharp while his fingers played with her asshole.

Ilona couldn't work out whether she liked the odd sensation of having
his fingers probe her ass. "Ohhh... ahhh." Her guttural groan came out
whenever his fingers pulled out, she had the unusual feeling of
emptiness yet with his cock continuing to slam into her, she realised
she was enjoying it to such an extent that she was moaning
uncontrollably.

"What... what are you doing?" Ilona started when she felt him pull both
his fingers and shaft free. Along with a mumble of protest she looked
behind to see what he was doing.

Ignoring her protests, he wrapped his hands around her stomach, pausing
for a minute to enjoy her soft skin against his. He then leaned back,
picking her up off the desk and leaving her impaled on his cock.

Mustering all his strength, he carried her around his desk before
carefully negotiating himself into his chair. For Ilona, the helpless
feeling of being carried with his cock still buried inside her was a
new sensation that she would definitely repeat.

Sitting on his large leather chair, Michael relaxed and took a deep
breath, trying to will his heartbeat to return to normal.

"Come on, fuck me!" Ilona moaned when she noticed his lack of movement,
rotating her hips on his lap, she stimulated him back into action.

Shuffling forward until his hips fell off the end of the chair, he held
the position and slowly lowered his hips leaving just the tip of his
cock inside.

Michaels held his position watching as Ilona dropped down slowly, the
satisfied smile on her face telling him that she enjoying his shaft
filling her up again. Michael chose that moment to thrust upward
burying himself inside her.

Black Beauty

by itscalledhazing (UID 1298984)

A medical takes a turn for the worst.

A medical takes a turn for the worst.

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"Fuck... yes!" she sighed, hearing her moan in satisfaction. Michael
pulled her long hair back and kissed her neck while he thrust upwards
enjoying the feel of her pussy dripping all over his thighs.

When he reached around to play with her nipple, she gasped in response.
Leaning forward, she began to bounce on his cock. Her hand replaced his
on her nipples, pulling and tugging trying to reach her orgasm.

With Ilona bent forward, Michael saw her puckered rosebud gleaming up
at him and unable to resist, he pushed his finger inside feeling her
tight ass open up to him. A second finger quickly followed, stretching
her tight hole as she continued to bounce and grind on his pulsating
shaft.

"Oh God, so good" Groaning loudly Ilona could feel the pleasurable
sensations of her full ass and pussy as well as her fingers teasing her
sensitive nipples send her toward climax.

"Aw shit, I'm so close!" Ilona squealed, jumping harder on his cock
until his cock slipped out. Moaning at the loss of his shaft, Ilona
wiggled her ass trying to get it back inside.

Michael took this opportunity to pull his fingers out of her tight ass
and grip his slick prick before aiming it towards her asshole and
pushing it in.

"Oh God!!!" She screamed as his cock stretched her ass wider than she
could have thought possible.

With his cock lodged inside her ass, Michael moved his hands to her
waist. Deciding to let gravity do its work he held her still and let
her body slowly slide down, taking his cock deeper and deeper inside
her until it was buried in her.

"Urgh!" Ilona grunted as she bit her bottom lip hard. Staying still she
felt herself gradually get use to his girth and length.

Michael's hands were now squeezing and groping her breasts. As Ilona
adjusted, the familiar sensation of pleasure was magnified by the
strange but pleasing sensation coming from her full ass.

"This will work so much better than me cumming in your pussy." Michael
gasped as he moved to the edge of his seat. Taking hold of her hips he
pulled out his cock before thrusting upwards.

Gradually Michael picked up speed. Ilona's tight muscles clamped around
his cock felt electric, almost urging him faster, but the feeble groans
from Ilona held him back. On each thrust, Ilona could feel more of his
pre cum coat her ass, soothing the passage. As she bounced on his lap
to meet his thrusts, her ass rippled with the impact.

"Oh Christ!" he grunted, her clutching ass was sending him closer to
his climax, and her whimpers of delight were turning him on more.
Knowing he wanted this to last longer, he let his cock slip from her
ass then pushed her to the floor.

Ilona quickly turned onto her back and looked up open mouthed,
expecting the doctor to shoot his cum into her mouth.

Michael had other ideas. Licking his lips, he unbuttoned his shirt and
let it drop. "Tell me what you want." He spoke slowly and deliberately
pausing after each word for emphasis.

Ilona looked at him puzzled before eventually understanding what he was
talking about. "I want you... I need your cum. Please I need it inside
me." She thought saying the words would have sounded stupid but instead
they made her feel so dirty that she couldn't help but drop her hand
and play with her aching cunt.

Michael wanted to say something back but all that came out was a
strangled groan. His prick was painfully erect and so getting to his
knees, he crawled on top of her. As he started to kiss her his cock,
almost with its own mind, found its way back into her warm, tight
asshole. He sighed into her mouth as the tight hole engulfed him.

Without wasting time, he resumed fucking her, filling the room with the
sound of flesh smacking against flesh.

"So fucking good!!" Ilona muttered as Michael began to thrust harder,
his belly jiggling against her breasts. Desperate to force more of his
shaft into her, she wrapped her legs around him grunted as the sheer
weight of him caused his bulk to grind against her clit.

"Ohhhh...." The thick cock twitching insider her was sending ripples of
pleasure through her, causing her to whimper.

Soon, Ilona felt an orgasm like no other approach. It was intense
enough having an orgasm from being fucked in her pussy but being fucked
in her ass and having an orgasm was on another level.

With his arms around her, he flipped over. Now Ilona was on top, she
began to rotate her hips against him, causing her coarse hairs to rub
against her clit. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she grunted as she continued to
grind downward. Her pleasure increased so much that despite his sweaty
appearance, she started to kiss him eagerly.

Opening her mouth to accept his tongue, she felt her body convulse, her
legs shuddering violently, her orgasm now in control of her body. She
could feel his hands move from her hips to her ass. He massaged her ass
cheeks before he launched a stinging slap on each of them,

"Christ, I'm cumming!" He yelled and continued to jerk his cock into
her ass as his spunk erupted from him and coated her insides. Despite
orgasms taking control of both of them, their mouths met and they
kissed furiously, grunting as their climaxes rolled on.

Pulling her mouth from his, she felt her ass involuntarily contract.
Shuddering, she muttered, "unbelievable," before collapsing.

Michael continued to hold her, enjoying her smooth, soft body on his as
the last remnants of his cum trickled from his tip. With the feeling of
their orgasms slowly leaving their bodies, his cock wilted and fell
from her body. Not wanting her to move, he held her tightly, groping
her ass as he did.

It was over five minutes until Ilona moved. Bleary eyed, she looked at
Michael and smiled before wiggling out of his grip and up into the
chair.

The Doctor meanwhile, had finally managed to come back to earth.
Looking over at her, he couldn't remember a more picturesque sight.
Watching her legs twitch slightly, he noticed that a pool of cum seeped
from her ass, down the leg of the chair and to the floor. Michael could
also see her damp pussy and was unable to resist. Scrambling to his
knees, he attached his mouth to her cunt and sucked hard.

Her quiet whimpers were music to his ears as he bathed her swollen cunt
with his tongue. Licking her pussy lips, he gradually delved deeper,
forcing his tongue inside her before she grasped his head and moved his
tongue to where she wanted it to be.

Running her fingers through his thinning hair, Ilona relaxed and
enjoyed his eager tongue lapping her delicate cunt. With the help of
his tongue, Ilona was slowly coming down from her high, and letting go
of his head, she went limp.

Taking the hint Michael removed his tongue, licking his lips as he did.
Not bothering to put on any clothes the doctor walked to his seat, sat
down and let out a chuckle. Pulling open his drawer, he grabbed a
broken breathalyzer and threw it to her.

"Blow in it and throw it back," he said distractedly, he was busy
pulling up the webcam application on his computer. He was in the midst
of winding back the action when he heard her blow hard then place the
device on the table.

Once he got the beginning of the sex tape he picked up the breathalyzer
and examined it, "well Miss, it looks like you have passed your medical
exam. Congratulations!" He grinned at her as he got to his feet and
pulled her naked body in for a tight embrace.

"Oh my God! You really mean that? Oh thank you so much!" she sung as a
smile grew on her face as she returned his hug. As she went to kiss him
on the cheek he moved slightly so that their lips met and once more his
tongue invaded her mouth.

Quickly Michael's hands moved to her ass, spanking it before edging
towards her moist pussy. Her smooth skin was almost magical to touch
but even with all this, his cock couldn't manage a slight twitch and
so, annoyed, he let her go.

Making his way back to his desk, he pulled out her medical certificate
and signed it before taking out his phone.

"Now I just need to take a couple of photos for the record and don't
worry I'm just taking head shots." He explained all the while he was
busy taking photos. With over twenty photos he handed her the
certificate, before sitting back down on the chair.

Michael continued to watch as Ilona pulled on her clothes, willing his
cock to grow for another round but to no avail.

Now fully clothed, Ilona looked over at him, slouched on the chair. His
pathetic large body now disgusted her but the warm feeling in between
her legs told a different story.

"Um... look, here's my number. I'm gonna be around for the next couple
of days so give me a call if you want because I want to make sure that
we are all square." She smiled at him then left his office, her
certificate tightly clutched in her hand.

Michael waited for the door to click shut before laughing loudly. "This
couldn't have gone any better!" He chuckled as he saved the footage and
named it 'Ilona'.

Six weeks later, Ilona was in the middle of a flight to Thailand
serving a lunch to first class passengers.

Meanwhile, several thousands of miles away, Dr Michael Rox was in the
middle of a medical with a busty blonde woman.

"...if this guy gave it to you by kissing you then I must be able to
take it from you by kissing you. If it worked once then it must work
again!"

Story Tags: doctor; anal; blackwoman; facefucking; olderman;
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