Hey guys, here’s a story from a few months back. I live with my parents in Senegal—they work there. Normal expat life, only xxx, surrounded by all these hot dudes. A while ago, I caught a mild fever. My parents, freaking out, called a doctor but had to head to work. The doc shows up later, let in by the guard. He’s a tall, dark, ripped African guy, maybe 40, shaved head, clean-shaven but with a stern vibe. I’m in my boxers on the bed, out of it from the fever. When he walks in, I vaguely catch him eyeing me with a kinky look. Gotta say, at 18, with my pale skin, blond hair, swimmer’s chest, and face that flushes easy—here from the fever—I know I turn heads. But to me, he’s just the doc, no clue why I’d catch his eye.

He comes over, pulls out his tools, checks me quick, and says it’s probably malaria. Tells me to flip onto my stomach to check lower. I roll over, and he gently slides off my boxers, leaving me buck naked. He grabs a plastic glove and some gel, slips one finger in slow. I let out a little moan. He keeps going, adds a second finger. Then he gets up, tells me not to move. I hear some rustling I can’t place, standing by the bed. Then I feel the bed sink under his weight, his thighs brushing mine, hands gripping my shoulders. I feel something hot and hard sliding between my cheeks. Without warning, he pushes in, and I yelp in shock, moaning. “Shut it, slut,” he growls, voice rough. He starts thrusting, and I’m moaning like crazy. His hand clamps over my mouth, and he whispers in my ear, “Love when white men got a fever, so docile, their ass all warm.” Still covering my mouth, he pounds my ass, hard and deep. With one final thrust, he unloads inside me. “There’s your medicine, slut.” Then he gets dressed and splits.