So I guess I should start off with a little background information. My name is Jack Perry and I’ve been married to my wife Mary for 17 years. We are a fit and attractive white couple. I just turned 40 a few weeks ago and Mary is 37.
“Don’t forget, honey, Doctor Karambe’s office called and said you have your first prostate exam before work today,” Mary said as I was getting ready to leave for work.
“I know, how could I forget. I’ve already got it in my phone so I don’t forget,” I replied with a nervous look on my face.
“Don’t worry, honey, you’ll be fine,” she said with a smirk on her face. I’ve been dreading having to get this exam ever since Doctor Karambe’s office called a few weeks ago, and Mary loves to tease me about it.
I finished putting on my tie and kissed Mary goodbye as I walked out the door with my suit jacket over my shoulder. I got in my car and started my GPS to Doctor Karambe’s office. I have never been to Doctor Karambe’s office. My primary care doctor I’ve had for several years retired about 3 months ago and he recommended I go see Doctor Karambe.
I made it to Doctor Karambe’s office and spoke to the receptionist. She was a nice lady, about 30, black, and with some kind of African accent I think. She handed me a couple forms to fill out since it was my first visit and I handed them back to her once I was done.
“You may take a seat, Mr. Perry, a nurse will take you back shortly,” the receptionist said.
I sat down and picked up a magazine and began mindlessly thumbing through the pages. All I could think about was how nervous I was for my first prostate exam.
“Mr. Perry?” A nurse called out from an open door near the receptionist’s desk.
“That’s me,” I replied as I stood up and began walking her way.
“I’m Nurse Jackie and I’m going to be taking your vitals today,” she said as we walked to an exam room. Like the receptionist, Nurse Jackie had a faint African accent. She was a beautiful dark skin black woman with high cheek bones and a very nice body. I couldn’t help but notice how white her teeth were compared to her skin.
Nurse Jackie finished taking my vitals and laid a open back gown on the exam table. “Take off your bursa escort clothes and change into this,” she said, “the doctor will be right in.”
I did as I was told and changed out of my suit and into the gown. I couldn’t seem to get it tied behind my back properly so I just sat back down on the exam table. After what felt like an eternity, there was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” I said, and the door opened.
A tall black man entered the room. He had a muscular frame and handsome features.
“I’m Doctor Karambe,” he said. “You must be Mr. Perry?” Like the other employee’s, Doctor Karambe had an African accent, but spoke very clear English.
“Yes, but you can call me Jack,” I replied.
“Okay, Jack. I understand you’re here for a general checkup and a prostate exam. Why don’t we get started?” He said.
Doctor Karambe began checking me over from head to toe, asking questions and taking notes as he went. When he was finished he said, “All right, Jack, it’s time for your prostate exam. It’s really nothing to be worried about. All men get one.”
“Okay, Doc, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” I said.
“You can stand up, face the exam table and bend at the waist please.” Doctor Karambe said as he put on gloves and some kind of lubricant on his finger.
I did as I was told, and my untied robe opened in the rear, exposing my ass. Doctor Karambe asked if I was ready and I said, “yes.”
Doctor Karambe began to push his finger into my asshole and it actually didn’t hurt like I thought it would. “Oooh,” I let out an involuntary moan.
“Are you okay, Jack?” Doctor Karambe asked.
“Umm, yeah, sorry,” I said.
Doctor Karambe began to push his finger back into my asshole again and I couldn’t help but let out another moan. I felt my dick beginning to harden. “What the fuck,” I thought to myself, “why am I getting a boner right now of all times.”
Doctor Karambe let out a hearty laugh and said, “don’t worry, Jack, it’s a natural response.”
I didn’t reply. I couldn’t muster a response. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment.
Doctor Karambe continued my prostate exam and I was rock hard. I was letting out moans görükle escort from time to time and Doctor Karambe would chuckle each time. “I’m starting to think you like this, Jack,” Doctor Karambe said. My face turned even more red.
Doctor Karambe began moving his finger in and out of my asshole, no longer giving me an exam but fingering me like I finger my wife. I wanted to tell him to stop, that I didn’t like this, but I couldn’t. It felt so amazing all I could do was moan as his finger slid in and out of my ass.
“Do you like that, Jack?” Doctor Karambe said, his voice huskier now.
“Yes,” I admitted, as Doctor Karambe starting fingering me faster and faster. I was moaning and felt a pressure building up in me, like I needed a release. I was pushing back on his finger as he fucked me with it.
“I have another tool I like to use for these exams,” Doctor Karambe said as he pulled his finger from my asshole and began unbottoning his pants. I wanted to stop this. This was wrong on so many levels but I couldn’t bring myself to say “no.” Doctor Karambe pulled his pants down and I saw the biggest cock I’ve ever seen pop out.
“Get down on your knees, Jack,” Doctor Karambe ordered. I did so without hesitation. “Take my cock into your mouth and get me hard,” he said.
I picked his cock up with my hand and couldn’t help but notice the skin contrast. I began stroking his big black cock and opened my mouth to start sucking it. I felt it getting harder and harder.
I started with just the head in my mouth, using my tongue to lick his slit and swirl around. I thought about what I like done to me and tried to do that for Dr. Karambe. I worked on his cock for a while as he moaned in pleasure, eventually taking about 5 inches into my mouth. There was still another 5 or 6 inches to go!
I was really getting the hang of it when Dr. Karambe took his dick from my mouth and told me to stand up. He turned me around and bent me over the exam table. I felt some type of cold lube on my butt and Dr. Karambe asked me, “have you ever been fucked before, Jack?”
“No, Doc, I’m not gay.” I stated back to him.
Dr. Karambe just chuckled in reply to this and started pushing bursa escort bayan his cock head against my virgin asshole. He would push for a second and then back off, push again, and back off.
I found myself moaning at the thought of his big black cock inside me and began pushing back onto his cock. Dr. Karambe continued to be a tease and pull back before his cock would enter me.
Dr. Karambe said, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yesss!” I hissed back at him.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you with my big black cock!”
“Please fuck me with your big black cock, Dr. Karambe!” I moaned back at him as I pushed my ass back toward him. This time he didn’t pull away and instead shoved his cock into my virgin asshole.
The feeling I felt with his big black cock inside me was unbelievable. It was pain and pleasure at the same time. My cock was harder than its been in years, and not because of my wife or an attractive woman, but because of Dr. Karambe’s BBC in my ass.
Dr. Karambe was pumping his cock in and out of me faster now. I was trying to keep my moans down so no one in another room would hear me.
As Dr. Karambe continued to fuck me harder and harder, he said “I’m about to cum in your ass, Jack!”
“Yes! Cum inside me, Doc!” I said back a little too loudly. A few seconds later Dr. Karambe stopped fucking me and buried his 11 inch cock balls deep in my assholes. I could feel his cock pulsating inside my ass and I could feel his cum shooting deep inside me. The feeling of his pulsing cock and cum sent me over the edge and I began ejaculating without even touching my own cock.
Dr. Karambe pulled his softening cock from my asshole and wiped it down with a papertowel from the counter. We both began to clean up and Dr. Karambe said, “I think we’re going to need to do a follow up appointment next month, don’t you think, Jack?”
“Yes, Doc, my health is very important to me,” I said with a mischievous grin on my face.
“I’ll let my receptionist know you’re going to be coming back next month. Please stop by her desk on your way out.”
I stopped at the receptionist’s desk on my way out of the office. The receptionist handed me a small card with the date and time of my next appointment and said, “Dr. Karambe said you would be coming back for a special physical exam next month,” she said as she winked at me.
I couldn’t help but blush and mutter, “thanks” as I went for the door.
TO BE CONTINUED…