Note to reader: for the background to this story read my story Jamal. All persons in this story are 18+.
Jamal jetted back to Atlanta the next morning. After my run on the beach I went to the clinic early. I work as a nurse in a family practice. The first order of business was bending over the desk of our youngest physician Dr. Premananda. He dropped his trousers, rolled on a condom, lifted my skirt and plunged into me.
Married, of East Indian descent and just twenty-eight he's the most handsome physician in the practice. He's also the youngest. I bent over for him his first day on the job. He didn't have a condom so blew a hot load into my bare cougar pussy. It only took a couple minutes. We've been doing it most mornings I've worked since. He wears condoms to protect himself, his young wife and whomever else he fucks.
"Fuck I missed you, Sandy," he hissed, his hands pulling at my hips while he thrusted into me.
I had the previous week off--the week I met Jamal on the beach and made him my newest cub by giving him my body each and every day... and taking his.
Prem's cock is nowhere near as big as Jamal's but it makes for easier quickies. It took time to open all the way for Jamal. Not so for Prem's average member. A couple pushes and he was all the way in me. A couple minutes of pumping and heavy breathing and he was done.
"Ahhhhh," he gasped.
I squeezed him tight inside me and wiggled my hips side to side. Prem giggled. His hands caressed my butt then down the backs of my thighs. He pulled out, pulled off his condom, knotted it and tossed it in the private trash he kept under his desk. I held his wet fading erection then cupped his ample balls with my wet fingers.
"Fuck, Sandy," he gasped, pulling up sexy bikini briefs, trapping my hand in them.
I giggled, pulled my hand out and dropped my skirt. He tucked in his shirt, zipped up and cinched his belt.
"When does your husband get back? I want to see you again," he said, his hands cupping my breasts.
"Not for another week," I replied, reaching for my bag. I hadn't worn underwear so it wouldn't be in the way of our morning quickie. I had a pair in my purse which I took out and pulled on before straightening my skirt.
At twenty-eight Prem was a little old for my taste in cubs but too handsome not to take on as a one. Besides as one of my employers it meant I had him wrapped around my little finger. I rarely used my power over him to make him miserable. His desire for me already made him miserable.
He grabbed me from behind, pressed his pelvis to my ass then moved his hands up over my breasts which he squeezed, pushed together then pulled apart. His warm dark hands pushed into my bra through my cleavage and held my girls.
"I have to have you again," he said. "I need you. Where were you all last week?"
"I was busy," I said, squirming out of his grasp. "Come on, Prem. I have to go. Everyone will be here soon."
He let go. I straightened my clothes again and adjusted my bra.
"I'm hard again," he said.
"We don't have time, Raj," I said. His first name was Rajiv. I only called him Raj when I meant business.
"Lunch. Today. Your place," he said.
"Okay," I said.
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Our practice closes for an hour each day at lunch. Not five minutes away Prem followed me home, stripped by my bed and unhooked my bra from behind. I had just removed my top. His warm fingers swept straps off my shoulders. His hands slipped under my DDD cups, squeezed my tits gently and moved them in delicious circles. I pulled my brassiere away liking the look of his dark fingers holding my breasts and tracing their tan lines.
Propped on the pillows against my headboard, Prem stroked his hard on a few times and rolled on a condom.
"Get on me," he said, as I wiggled out of panties.
I climbed on the bed, straddled him, lubed his cock and slid on. Soon my tits were bouncing in his face. He couldn't take his eyes off them. He had had his fun bending me over his desk before work. Now it was my turn.
I spread my fingers over his defined pectoral muscles. They were smooth, his torso shaved, his bush nicely manscaped, his balls shaved. He had been a hairy monster first few times time we fucked. This changed immediately after he asked if I liked my men smooth and I said yes. He even shaved his ass but his legs were hairy as ever. He said his young wife appreciated his sudden interest in manscaping. She's 24. I wonder if she had any idea he did it to please the 52 year old cougar her handsome husband was fucking on a regular basis.
I looked down into his eyes. So dark brown they looked black in the low light of my bedroom but large and bright they looked deeply into my baby blues. For the hundredth time I marveled at the length of his beautiful eyelashes as I pumped my hips on his red hot loverod. It wasn't long before the tension in my body began to peak and my trembling thighs announced the start of my orgasm. My eyes rolled back in my head and my open mouth moaned the pleasure of my cougar pussy pulsating against Prem's hardness.
I lowered to him, my breasts flattening against his warm chest. My face rested in the pillow beside his, my mouth open panting. He kissed my ear, neck and jaw on that side until I turned my head and met his lips with mine.
"Go again," he said when I broke our kiss and pushed myself up.
I did. I rode him to another orgasm before he rolled me on my back fucked me like he hadn't seen me in two weeks which he hadn't. Absence doesn't only make the heart fonder it makes the sex hotter. I loved his animal lust driving him between my legs. His dark brown Indian body glistened with perspiration.
He yelled when he came, collapsed to me but soon climbed off, stripped off his condom and disappeared into the master bath. I listened to his long pee as I dressed. We had been at it a half hour but now it was time to head back to the office. Prem showered, dressed quickly and left. We couldn't be seen arriving together. Before he left I inspected his face and neck to make sure no lip gloss was left behind and his hair and clothes were straightened properly.
I lingered, brushed out and arranged my tousled hair, freshened make up and made sure my outfit was presentable before leaving myself.
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About an hour after dinner that evening I was relaxing on the couch with a glass of red and the latest Grisham novel when the doorbell rang. A huge older black man in sunglasses towered outside backlit by the setting summer sun slanting in under the porch roof. His large head was shaved. I recognized him immediately. I saw him the night I dropped Jamal off after having him all afternoon that first day I picked him up on the beach. It was Jamal's grandfather.
I didn't expect him to remember me but wondered if he would. Three decades ago he picked me up on a different Florida beach when I was on spring break in college. He and his NFL team mates violated me and my girlfriends repeatedly.
"Yes?" I said through our wrought iron screen/security door.
"Are you Sandy?"
"Yes," I replied. "Who are you?"
"I'm Terrance. Jamal's grandfather. I'd like to have a word with you if I could."
"Jamal?" I said, feigning ignorance and innocence.
"I know he saw you all last week. I saw you when you dropped him off. May I come in?"
"I'm alone. My husband isn't home," I said. "I'm not sure it's appropriate."
"Does your husband know you pick up eighteen year old boys from the beach? I just want a quick word. I mean you no trouble."
My husband knows I'm active with young men so that was no real threat. Still I opened the door but had to step out of the way as his large frame passed inside. I closed the door against the oppressive heat and humidity. Blood rushed to my groin.
His shoulders were as broad as I remembered but slumped a bit with age. He wore sandals, white golfing shorts and a white polo shirt striped with thin horizontal black lines. He no longer had the flat belly and narrow waist I remembered but muscled arms and legs protruded from his clothes. His casual shorts weren't tight but showed a nice bulge. I like the sense of fullness there. I bit my lip.
He looked around the room. "Nice place you have here."
"Thank you," I said. "Would you like to sit down? May I offer you something to drink?"
