Black to Brown

I'm an old geezer at 53 (45 when this story happened) and live in the Central South Florida area. I've spent 20 years in the USMC and left in 2009. I've done my best to maintain something of a muscular physique because I just love lifting. You would never assume I've served with my dreads. I fell in love with the look after a trip to Jamaica several years ago.

One early morning, I was lifting in the dumbbell area when I was pleasantly surprised with a beautiful curvy mango shaped booty in Lycra workout pants bent over. I can remember the outline of her pussy against the material. This was surprising because I usually work out very early in the morning (like at 4:00 am). I think I said something along the lines of, "Good to see another early riser!" A beautiful, young, and petite woman of Indian descent with shoulder length hair in a ponytail, coffee brown eyes, and warm skin stood up, turned around and smiled.

"It's like we have the whole place to ourselves!" she responded.

"I love this time of day. Enjoy your workout!" I replied. She had sexy hips and her workout tank top was struggling to cover and hold in her bouncy and perky D cup tits. I didn't want to stare, so I admired her through the gym mirror instead. I admired her sexy ass on the elliptical, her beautiful tits bouncing with each step. The sweat running down her neck glistened on almond skin. According to her, what she remembered from that first meeting was that she thought my dreads were "majestic."

I would see her intermittently over the next few months in the early mornings. We would exchange a smile, wave, or a "hi." Nothing ever really happened beyond that. Didn't even exchange names. Fast forward and I had to schedule my annual physical. My regular doctor had retired so the office informed me that I would be seeing another. Surprise! It was her!

We both instantly recognized each other and laughed. This time she had these sexy librarian glasses on, a dark skirt that hugged her hips, and a soft pink blouse that flaunted some copious cleavage. She was very friendly, warm, gentle, and at all times very professional. I loved when she leaned in close so I could smell the coconut oil in her hair and skin. She then asked me if I would be comfortable disrobing down to my underwear for the physical exam. I said I was. I stripped to my boxer briefs. My ~8" manhood was safely tucked away, but the outline was visible through the fabric. She told me later that she did her hardest to not stare. I got to feel her soft hands on my back and chest as she moved around my body with her stethoscope. I could even my own heart beat faster over the hum of the fluorescent lights.

She finally broke the thick silence with "Those early morning workouts are paying off! Are you comfortable with me examining your genitals? If not, I could ask one of my colleagues. I'm obligated to advise you about the risks of testicular cancers, hernias, and sexual health" Umm...HELL YES, she could touch me there. What kind of idiot would say 'no' to this sexy brown busty bunny?

I simply responded with "How would you like me doc?" She informed me that I could take off my boxer briefs and lay back on the table while she changed her gloves. I did what I was told and was rewarded by her hands gently cupping each of my balls while she rolled them around in her gloved palms and fingertips. She gently fingered my shaft probing for anything irregular. Of course, I had to get a throbbing erection. I apologized and she laughed it off and stated "It happens all the time!" She ordered me some blood tests and told me that I could reschedule another appointment if I felt the need to discuss the results. There was no chance I was going to pass up another appointment with this sexpot.

A few days later we were both alone in the gym in the early hours. This time we knew each other's names and we said hi.

I called her 'Doctor' out of respect and she replied, "That's for work. Just call me Priya [not her real name]."

She then asked "If you have time, could you teach me to barbell squat? I know it's an important exercise and I don't want to do something stupid."

"I would love to teach you," I responded. You're right: You can get hurt easily if you don't pay attention." I reasoned that if she showed me respect and courtesy as a man during my physical, I'd do the same with her at the gym as a woman.

Spent the next fifteen minutes talking about form, proper weight scaling, the different types of squats, etc. I then asked her if she was okay with trying a barbell squat. She nodded.

"Do you want me to spot you for the first few reps?" I asked.

"Please. I'd feel safer with you there." She stepped under an empty bar like I taught her to and backed out to me.

"Is it okay if I hold your hips?" I asked.

"Of course." she replied. I gripped her hips and guided her curvaceous ass back to me.

"Ready when you are." I replied. She descended and as she did her soft ass reached out to caress my black cock. I told her to keep her knees behind her toes, to keep her back straight, and to keep her feet planted. The distinct floral coconut smell of her hair teased me again. I'm 6'2" and she's around 5'5", so it was easy to hold her hips. The entire time I was thinking that there are only a few layers of cloth separating my cock from her sweet sweaty pussy. My cock has a mind of its own sometimes and it must've sensed a pussy close by and it began to throb. Her ass grazing it helped it get even harder. She later told me she'd very much felt my cock against her ass. She also later informed me that after she replayed that scene in her head as she used her vibrator in the shower.

Afterwards, she said, "Thank you! By the way, did you want to talk about your test results? They came back and they look fine, but we could discuss them at an appointment."

So, I blurted out, "Maybe we could talk about them over dinner?" I thought to myself: the worst she could say was 'no.'

"Of course! That sounds like a lot of fun!" she responded. I was thrilled.

So, my ignorant dumb ass took this sexy angel to a steakhouse only to find out that she doesn't eat beef. I really felt embarrassed. She laughed it off and was really gracious about it. This woman was a gem. She had a low-cut white sweater that stood out against her velvety brown chest. Her lips looked absolutely plump and delicious. This was the first time I saw her with her black hair down around her shoulders. I loved seeing her smile and laugh in candle light. We were having a great time. We were both in at least two glasses of wine each. She remembers falling in love with the espresso martini.

Over dinner, I learned that she was only 28 (I was 45 at the time) and had a younger sister in college at the time. She became a doctor after undergoing chemo herself as a young girl. That treatment left her unable to have children of her own. But it inspired her to pursue medicine. We were both raised by single mothers who both succumbed to ovarian cancer. Her father left when her mom was pregnant with her sister. She was never keen on dating much b/c she was pretty much in the books for most of her twenties. She had dated college boys and med school boys. None of them really captured her attention. She shared that she just popped her cherry later only five years ago with an Indian guy that her mom set her up with. She told me that they had hooked up over the course of several months. She also added that she felt it was more of a chore to please him and that he never reciprocated. She'd often turn to her toys after he fell asleep to get herself off. Ultimately, she really thought sex was underwhelming. So, she hasn't been with anyone since.

DISCLAIMER: I am NOT attempting to characterize an entire race of men. Just describing one individual woman's experience with one individual man. With that out of the way, back to the story...

I told her that she deserved to be with a grown MAN who put her needs first and knew his way around a woman's body.

She deserved to be cherished and protected while being simultaneously dominated and manhandled. She deserved pleasure and wonderful sex is part of what makes life worth living. A blush spread across her cheeks and said "Preaching to the choir! I should try dating older men more often"

She was genuinely inquisitive about my time in the Marine Corps and asked questions about basic training, Okinawa, Camp Lejeune, and was very much fascinated by the military lifestyle. I really felt at ease talking to her and the freedom to be myself.

Dinner was wrapping up and she asked if I was willing to share dessert. I told her those old man chest and abs she felt on the exam table don't occur by magic and I would have to watch myself. She giggled and said something like "Well old man, your blood sugar and cholesterol are good to go. So, live a little!"

"I do have ice cream and cookies if you want dessert," I replied. I'd love to have this curvy woman in my place.

"Sounds like a plan," she said excitedly.

I remember it being awkward and funny as I tried to help her up into my truck. She's obviously never been in one before and it was pretty funny seeing her try to get in. But it was another opportunity to hold her waist to help her get in. On the drive home, she said, "I think you should know I had a great time tonight. But I don't think I can be your doctor anymore."

"I wasn't expecting to see you in the first place!" I responded.

"Well, you're definitely taking care of yourself. I'm sure anyone at the practice would be glad to see you, " she replied.

"I'm definitely glad to be here with you," I answered. I reached over and took her hand. She squeezed back. I held her hand on her thigh and casually went to hold the inside of her thigh. I gave it a squeeze and she gasped sharply. She held my arm and I heard her breathe deeply as she looked out the window. I continued to hold her thigh as if it now belonged to me, because I felt that it did.

We finally arrived at my place and I helped her down from my pickup. She instinctively held my hand and we walked into my kitchen. Once in the kitchen, I told her I'd get spoons and the ice cream was in the top freezer. She opened the freezer and reached in. As she stood up on her toes, her skirt hiked up. Those creamy mocha thighs that I had just spent the last fifteen minutes squeezing were in full view. I thought that she had given me so many green lights over the date and over the past few months. My big black uncircumcised cock was as hard as granite. I could smell her intoxicating hair from standing behind her.

There was no better time or place than the here and now. How often does an old man like me have a sexy young doctor in my own house? What would I have to lose?

I moved behind her and closed the freezer door. I towered over her and with one hand reached under her sweater to hold her stomach and pull her in into me. I used my other hand to cradle her face and kiss those beautiful, soft, and wet lips.

She melted in my hands. She clutched my dreads and pulled me in closer. I turned her around and used both my hands to reach under her skirt and hold her firm Indian ass. She moaned through our kiss as I squeezed her ass harder. My beard tickled her chin, cheeks, and chest. She broke the kiss. She then bit onto the clumps of my beard and moaned like a bitch in heat.

Months of sexual tension between us broke like a thundercloud. I hoisted her up and she promptly wrapped her legs around my waist as I continued to kiss her. She held my head and licked my lips and inhaled the earthy scent from my dreads. I eventually worked my strong ebony hands under her panties and felt her wetness. This bitch was ready. I remembered that she had never had a really satisfying sexual experience in her life. I was only the second man she's ever been with. I was her first older man. This would also be her first big black cock experience. I decided then and there that I would ruin her for every man who would ever be with her. I promised to myself that this educated, elegant, professional, and sexy woman would be my slut for tonight and she'd enjoy every second of it.

I carried her to the bedroom. I could feel her mocha brown breasts pressing into my chest. Her nipples were rock hard and I could feel them through her sweater and my shirt. I laid her out on my bed. As I did, I worked her cotton panties off leaving her trimmed pussy exposed. I took a deep breath from her soaked panties. It was an intoxicating mix of cinnamon, lemon, and pineapple. She smelled delicious. I couldn't wait to taste her Indian pussy.

She laid sprawled out on the bed. I tossed her wet panties to the side. She didn't need them anymore. I locked eyes with her.

"Get up bitch. Walk over to the edge of the bed." Her eyes widened and she submissively complied. As she did, I sat on the edge of the mattress to get a good look at this beautiful woman.

"Take off your skirt slowly and hand them to me. Do not cover that beautiful pussy." She kept breathing heavily and slowly unhooked her skirt clasp and worked them off her hips. It fell to the floor. As she bent over to pick them up, I brought my hand on her bare ass with a sharp 'WHAP.' She yelped in pain and pleasure simultaneously. Her ass had the perfect jiggle. As she handed me her skirt, I said, "Thank you for being a good girl. Good girls get rewards. This skirt and your panties are mine now. I'll let you know when you can have them back." She whimpered and bit her lip. Her fingers started to touch her swollen wet clit.

"WHAT THE FUCK did I tell you about not covering your pussy? I don't remember giving you permission to touch yourself.

Get on your knees and then take off your sweater and your bra. I won't repeat myself," I ordered. I used my deep Marine Corps Master Gunnery Sergeant command voice. She submitted without question. The same voice that worked on young Privates and Corporals turned this woman into a whimpering and heaving puddle of horniness. I can also see why she was so anxious to touch herself. Her pussy was literally dripping onto her thighs. As she took her sweater off, she revealed the most beautiful set of caramel tits I've ever seen. I took her sweater.

"This belongs to me too. Just like before, this belongs to me. I'll decide when you can get this back." She gulped and nodded. Finally, she reached behind her back and unhooked her black pushup bra. Her 38 D cups were in full view. My cock throbbed even harder as I saw her milk chocolate areola and nipples stiffen.

"The bra please. I will not repeat myself again tonight." She demurely handed me her bra. She already knew that it belonged to me now. There was a moment where I had to appreciate the scene that was before me. I had this voluptuous Indian vixen kneeling in front of me, breathing heavily, and dripping her juices on my carpet. She ran her fingers through her dark hair. Her pussy's aroma permeated the room. She was seventeen years younger than me and so easily gave in to an older dominant black man. She was desperate for a dick down.

I stood up in front of her. I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it. I then unbuckled my pants and let them drop to the carpet. I slid them over with my foot. I stepped forward with my crotch level with her eyes.

"Take them off," I ordered. She reached up and peeled off my boxer briefs. As they came down my 8" erection came into full view. Again, I kicked my boxer briefs to the side.

"I know you've seen this before. You've even held it. Tonight, you feel it. First, taste it," I commanded. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around my dark shaft. My foreskin was strained against my cock head. She wasn't the only one leaking everywhere. My precum had begun to run down the sides of cock. She gently placed her soft mouth on my cock and kissed it. She gently began to work her tongue around my foreskin. Her hands peeled back revealing my wet cock head. She took the entire head in her mouth and began to tongue it. I reached my hands behind her head through her hair and gently pulled her closer.

She began to suck and bob her head on my cock. Her warm wet mouth was divine. She was desperate for this. My hand held her head in place.

I also have to admit that she wasn't very good at sucking cock. I was the only second man she's ever been with and she's never had something this size. What kind of man would I be if I tried to fuck her mouth when she wasn't used to it? I had to hold off. I'd be keeping her around. There would be time to teach her.

I pulled her head off my cock with wet 'PLOP'. A mix of my precum and her drool dripped down her chin and neck. I then guided her face to my balls. I don't man-scape. She didn't care. She inhaled each of them sucking gently. She rolled each hairy, black, seed filled ball with her tongue and ended giving them each a wet kiss. She looked up with her brown eyes searching for approval.

I pulled her up off her knees to stand up. My cock was covered in her warm saliva and was aching to fuck her wet pussy. I held her close to kiss her. Her nipples were pressed up against my hairy chest and abdomen and my cock against her. Her mouth was warm and musky after sucking my cock. I tightly held her and tossed her on the bed. She turned over onto her back to look up at me. I looked straight at that wet and yearning pussy.

I had to remind myself: she's never been really satisfied by a real man before. I need to slow it down and take my time. It was my turn to kneel in front of her. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. My face moved close to her trimmed pussy. In one flat tongue stroke, I slowly licked her vulva from bottom to top and finished by kissing her clit.

She let out a deep moan and held onto the sheets.

"Bitch, have you ever been eaten? Has anyone ever tasted this hot pussy?" I asked as I began to realize this unfortunate truth.

"Noooo..." she moaned and whimpered. I was fucking dumbfounded. Did that mean that her ex never tasted her sweet, wet, stickiness? I was the first to taste her and she was all mine. I wrapped my arms around her thighs to lock her in. She reached down and held my dreads for dear life. I relished slowly licking her labia. I used the tip of my tongue to spell my name on her clit. She began to squirm and breathe harder. I reached out and my hands found her wrists. This bitch needed to be handled. Manhandled. I began to tongue fuck her while greedily sucking out her musky sweet nectar. Her moaning evolved into groaning which ended turning into screaming.

"Bitch, do I stop? Was that enough?"

"NOOO! Please oh god, please don't stop!"

With that, my mouth clamped back down on her pussy. After near five minutes of tongue fucking, I decided to bring her over the edge. I gently sucked up her clit between my lips and gently flicked my tongue over her clit. My beard was soaked with her wetness. Her hips began to shudder and shake, she tightened her hold on the sheets, and then came the scream.

It was primal and came from deep within her. Her pussy kept getting juicer and juicer as my mouth remained locked on. I continued to hold her wrists as she spasmed.

***ORGASM 1 ACCOMPLISHED***

I finally let her go to allow her to writhe and bask in her moment. She ran her hands all over her own body while softly mewing like a voluptuous and breasty brown kitten. This entire time, my hard big black cock remained neglected. It ached to be inside her pussy. I remained hard as black granite and precum dribbled down my shaft. She was beyond ready for a good old-fashioned dick down. My cock knew that her hot wet pussy was close. Her pussy and my cock were naturally just drawn to each other. I parted her thighs and leaned over her. I began to kiss up her curvaceous stomach, on the crease of her thighs and torso, her rib cage, and the underside of her tits. I finally rested my body on top of hers. My mouth found her milk chocolate nipples and sucked.