Though the incredible experience with my patient at the university clinic---Julie---who came for advice and help with leading her boyfriend Jonas past the stage of having her finger inside his asshole while she sucked his cock is one I have never told anyone about, I did share some details about one examination that pushed beyond all boundaries of professional propriety. I told my girlfriends about what a delight it was to give a track athlete---a sprinter---his annual athletic scholarship exam. What made it so delicious, and what clearly interested and aroused my friends, was the fact that Marcus (I didn't use his name when talking with my friends) was one of those cocky jocks who believes his own PR. But what REALLY intensified the entire experience was that Marcus' obstinance meant I had to adopt a stern schoolmarm demeanor with him.
At least, that was necessary in the beginning of his examination. Once he understood that his exam was inevitable and would be very thorough (I trumped all his bravado and finagling meant to avoid the exam with the simple phrase, "NCAA investigation"), things became that much more enjoyable for me, as you will see.
The narrative I provided to my friends was a mere synopsis and only proceeded through the part of the tale in which my gloved fingers slid home deep inside Marcus' delicious ass. You will see why I went no further with the tale. Nonetheless, my friends giggled and listened in rapt attention when I related how it was necessary to administer two open-palmed swats (rapid succession, alternating cheeks, none too lightly) and a warning that the track star's coach would hear of his recalcitrant behavior if he did not spread his legs and bend over my examination table. Two of the "the girls" actually came to one of the university's track meets the following spring just to see the college's sprinters "on the hoof."
Tracey and Joanna, my two friends who came to the track meet, told me later that their favorite part was when the sprinters lined up in the starting blocks. Heads and shoulders down, asses high in the air, strong leg muscles flexing in advance of the starting pistol's shot, snug track shorts clinging to firm backsides with just a hint of that enticing cleft between their cheeks . . . well, you get the idea.
However, I HAVE one time related in far more complete detail than I shared with my friends what happened during Marcus' examination.
I found that the circumstances under which I told the entire story, and the way I carefully described all the details, all the words said and reactions experienced---mine as well as that of my patient---conspired to create an even MORE arousing scenario for me than when I toyed with Marcus and consummated a truly nasty, totally unprofessional, and completely overpoweringly erotic act with the handsome stud.
I would not have believed that possible. That anything could surpass in pure eroticism what happened in my examination room that night and make me even more crazy with animal lust to take a man . . . how could that happen?
I will tell you.
I had the middle finger of my left hand buried as deep as I could get it inside my gorgeous Eric's asshole, and I was teasing him unmercifully with my right hand, sliding my fist up and down his pulsing, erect cock as I stood beside him. He was naked. I was in my bra and panties. The crotch of my panties, as you can imagine, was soaked.
Fastened around Eric's cock and balls was the shiny black leather cock ring I had bought for him several weeks earlier as a "just because" present. ("Just because" I so very much love to see his gorgeous naked penis, to play with it, lick it, as I lean close to his crotch to help him into this delightful, tiny leather garment!)
I have said before that I am perhaps the luckiest woman in the world to have found a lover like Eric. We sometimes enjoy a steamy role play, and I had planned this one. I wanted to tease him beyond all limits of endurance, to make him so hot to throw me down and fuck me hard that when he could not possibly tolerate one more second of my nasty tale whispered into his ear as my insistent hands worked magic on his asshole and cock, he would tear off the cock ring and carry me in his strong arms to bed.
Where he would pound me like I was desperate to be taken.
Sometimes I get like that. It's not "ladylike." I enjoy it NOT being "ladylike."
My townhome has one of those "home office" rooms---the kind with the double french doors that open into the room just off the foyer. As a townhome, the ceilings are the standard eight feet high, so the top of the doorframe where the french doors are is reachable by my man when he stretches his muscular arms up to grip the molding.
Imagine how this looks when a man is naked, his legs spread apart slightly, his cock upright and throbbing. It is crazysexyhot. Because the doorway opening accommodates double french doors, there is plenty of room for a woman to circle her naked man, trailing her fingertips up his rib cage, down across his taut, naked ass, over his strong chest. If he remains in this position, he is completely available to her.
It did not take me long to imagine such a fine use for the entrance to my home office. If Eric and I marry, as I hope, I know there will be at least one double-door opening in the house we buy. Its absence would be a deal-breaker.
He is not restrained when I tease him like this. He enjoys it. He surrenders to it. The feeling of my hands running down his sexy six-pack as I press my tits into his back drives him wild.
If he drops his hands to circle my waist and kiss me before our game is concluded, he earns two swats---just like I describe giving to the truculent track star in my tale.
Sometimes I think he does this on purpose.
Having dressed him appropriately---the single, narrow band of leather studded with metal snaps that circled and framed my personal playthings---I was ready to amuse and arouse myself fondling his cock and balls during the entire telling of the tale.
"Eric, baby, you look so hot like this," I said as he reached for the doorframe. "God, I love seeing your naked body. I love playing with it, getting you turned on and hot. I adore making you feel good, my love."
His eyes twinkling, he responded, "Any time you want my body, just ask."
I grabbed one firm cheek and said, "How about if sometimes I tell you I will have it, and then I take it. Will that work, too?"
I placed my other hand on his opposite cheek and spread him open to my gaze.
"You know it will."
God, what a man!
I leaned down and kissed his naked ass, lingering there, drawing in the scent of him, brushing my lips across his firm flesh.
"Are you ready for me to make you crazy to fuck me?"
"Mmmmmm."
"Are you ready to be teased until the only thing preventing a massive orgasm is this cock ring?" I asked, reaching between his legs, my mouth still close to his naked butt. I ran my fingers around the smooth leather. I weighed his balls in my palm.
"Mmmmmm."
"Are you ready for me to stroke your cock---MY cock---as I tell you a sexy story?"
