Hot Sex Stories
by
Lane Masters
With a bonus story by Lea Fox
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Smashwords Edition
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Copyright 2011 by Lane Masters
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All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author or publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events or locales is purely coincidental.
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For My Husband’s Promotion: An Interracial Cuckold Story
By
Lane Masters
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From the diary of Amy Michaels:
Thursday:
We've decided to start playing a game, Derek and I. Our sex life has been dragging lately, just sort of been going stale, and we really need to liven things up a bit.
So, we sat down last night and both of us made a list of fantasies, holding nothing back. I guess the bottle of wine we had shared kind of loosened us up a bit, because we wrote down the secret things we had thought about for years, the images we play in our heads when we are screwing, the forbidden fantasies that make us come. We didn't share them as we were writing, so I don't know what Derek put on his six cards, although knowing him, I can bet they won't be all pleasant for me. Though to be honest, I'm not sure how much he is going to enjoy being fucked up the ass by Brick, the Saturday night bouncer from the club downtown, when it is his turn. Hell, I don't know what made me write that one down. Wine has always made me too loose.
Anyway, we wrote the fantasies on index cards, sealed them in envelopes and then put them in the old cookie jar that always sits on top of the refrigerator. I haven't been able to take my eyes off it all day, and I get wet just thinking about it. We are going to take turns pulling one envelope out at the first of every month, and we have to act it out, no matter what. Tomorrow is the first, and since this whole thing was my idea to begin with, I agreed to let him pull the one we start with. I don't think I am going to get much sleep tonight.
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Derek grinned at Amy, his hand hovering over the ceramic cookie jar. “Are you sure you want to do this? It might be too hot for you to handle!”
“Baby, if you think you can handle it, I know I can! Just get it over with! Pull one already!” Amy felt like she would faint from the anticipation, the nervousness and excitement waging a war in her stomach. Would Derek pull one of her adventures? Or would he pull one he had written out?
Derek stuck his hand in the jar and swirled the envelopes around dramatically before finally waving one in the air. Amy noticed immediately that Derek's heavy, bold scripting was on the front. “Hey look! I got one of my own. How fortunate is that?”
Derek grinned mischievously with the same devil-may-care smile that had been one of the first things to attract her to him. At this moment, however, it made her suspect that he had somehow managed to cheat.
“I don't think that was fair.”
“Hey, you get the chance to pull next time. Don't hate me for being lucky. Now, let's see what we have here.” Derek slid one long finger under the top flap and ripped it open. He pulled the card out, glanced at it, and chuckled. Then without another word, he tucked the card in his jacket pocket, slugged down the last of his coffee, and picked up his briefcase, as if it were any other day and he was headed to work.
“Hey! I'm waiting! What did it say?” Amy's voice was almost frantic with impatience as she practically chased him to the door.
“Oh, you'll see. I think it would be better to keep this one a surprise!” He bent slightly to give her a brief kiss, sliding his warm hands under her loose blouse and gently caressing her breast. He teased one nipple, and she moaned, pressing hard into his hand, but he only pulled away, smiling at the pout on her lips. “You are in for a shock tonight,” he whispered. Giving her a quick wink, he turned and left, whistling on his way out the door. Amy stood there in stunned silence, her anxiety increasing ten fold. “Oh, that can't be good,” she muttered to herself before returning to the table and draining the last of her own cup. Then she, too, hurried to get ready for work, having to change panties, which were way too wet from thinking about what was to come.
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“Damn,” Amy swore, watching the drop of blood well up on her finger. Her hands were trembling so hard she had trouble just slicing the roast beef. She rinsed the pricked finger under faucet and then quickly finished cutting, giving herself a stern warning to calm down in the process. Throwing the towel over her shoulder, she grabbed the potholders, and pulled Derek's favorite blueberry pie from the hot oven. A quick glance at the clock showed five minutes until he was due home. Five minutes. With not a moment to spare, she darted into the bedroom, pulled off the dressing gown and checked out her appearance in the mirror. The lacy black baby doll clung to every curve and black stockings highlighted the tone fitness of her long slender legs. A quick touch-up of her lipstick and she would be done.
She jumped when the bang of the front door announced Derek's arrival home, her nerves almost at the point of bringing her to a complete breakdown. One hand pressed tightly to her stomach, Amy swallowed hard. Taking a deep breath, she shoved the mingled anxiety and excitement aside, and went to greet her husband.
“Hello, baby.” She had practiced that low, seductive bedroom voice all afternoon.
“Wow!” Derek's eyes glimmered, taking in Amy's sexy form silhouetted in the doorway to the dining room. “If I didn't have other plans, I would throw you down and ravish you right here in the hallway.” He set his briefcase down and slowly walked toward Amy, his eyes devouring every inch of her luscious body.
When his eyes locked with hers, Amy's heart leaped in her chest with an electric surge. That sexy boyish grin, sparkling blue eyes, and cocky attitude had always been her ultimate weakness. Of course, it didn't hurt that he still had the muscular body of a college wrestler, a skill that had earned him a full scholarship. And it was a skill he still liked to show off to her in the bedroom, as she ran her hands over the defined muscles of his back and chest. The first time they had laid eyes on each other had been at the college pool, and Amy could still clearly remember the water running over his copper-penny nipples and down the six-pack abs.
The air between Derek and Amy sizzled at their eye contact. He could pin her to the floor right now. Or to the wall. Or couch. Or table...
“I want you,” she purred, reaching out a hand to stroke down the front of his shirt. Gazing into his eyes, she paused briefly at the hard muscles of his stomach, then slid her hand lower as he bent to seize her lips with his. Her hand found his quickly hardening cock through his pants, as his tongue thrust past her lips, taking her with an excitement and fierceness they had not shared recently. Derek deepened the kiss, and Amy felt herself spinning on a wave of desire and lust.
Derek pulled back and looked in her eyes. “We have to wait.”
Amy blinked in surprise. Wait? Two seconds ago he had wanted to throw her down on the floor and take her right there. “Why wait?”
“Because I have a surprise, and it has to wait just a little while longer.”
Amy felt a chord of electric excitement race through her at his words. Her curiosity was about to burn her alive. “Can't you at least give me a hint?”
“Nope. All I will say is I bet you never thought of it before. Now, something smells good—why don't we have dinner.”
Amy had trouble sitting still during the entire meal. She toyed with the food on her plate, rearranging the mashed potatoes but not actually able to put much in her mouth, the nervous churning in her stomach making the food all too unappealing. She squirmed under Derek's constant, admiring gaze. “You look hot enough to melt butter. Maybe I should take you out dressed like that to all the guys can be insanely jealous of what I have.”
“You're not planning that, are you?” Amy felt a rush of embarrassment and nervousness at the words, along with a glimmer of arousal, but Derek only chuckled as he finished up the last bite of blueberry pie.
“You know, I might have written something like that on one of the cards,” he said casually, and Amy gasped, uncertain whether she was more mortified or aroused.
“But no,” Derek continued, “That is not what we are doing tonight.”
Amy jumped at the sudden chiming of the doorbell, but Derek calmly looked at his watch. “Right on time,” he murmured, putting down his fork and napkin and heading to the foyer. He glanced back over his shoulder. “Do me a favor, babe. Go stand where you were when I got home.”
Amy's jaw dropped. “What? I'm not exactly dressed for company.” A black baby doll, garter belt, and fishnet stockings was just not what she normally wore to greet guests.
“Oh, but baby, this isn't just any company. Now, this is my fantasy, so go stand in the doorway.”
Amy obediently returned to the doorway where she had greeted Derek, and time froze to a stand still. It seemed like it took forever for Derek to simply walk to the door and open it. Amy's senses were all screaming to attention, anxiety and anticipation higher than she had ever experienced.
The door slowly opened. “Hey! Good to see you. Come on in!” Derek greeted the guest, who stepped inside. Amy froze in response the moment she saw “the surprise.” Brick, the bouncer from their favorite club, the Play House, stood beside her husband, and all Amy could do was take a moment to absorb every muscular inch of his luscious body. A medley of confusing emotions flooded through her, leaving her hot and wet. Oh, what a delicious surprise.
Brick was well known in the local club scene. He was easily the most lusted after guy in town, by women and men alike, and there was not a straight woman around who would even dream of saying no to anything he suggested. Well over six-feet tall, a shiny mane of dark black hair fell to his shoulders, setting off his broad, athletic build and contrasting with the stark white of the button-up shirt he wore. The shirt was tucked neatly into black slacks that fit his hard, strong thighs like a glove, and Amy suspected that the bulge straining at the front of the slacks was rather bigger than normal. Apparently, Brick was anticipating the night, too.
“I hope you like your surprise, Amy.” Derek's eyes glimmered, telling her that he knew she would have never guessed his plans. Derek had always been fairly open and never the jealous type. He had even whispered to her once how he fantasized about seeing her getting hammered hard by some giant of a guy. But, how had he known she drooled over this incredible hunk of masculinity? Then again, what woman wouldn't?
“I have to admit, I am a little shocked. But most definitely not disappointed.” Amy found herself going into sex kitten mode, and she fairly purred as she slowly approached the aptly nick-named Brick. “You are sex-on-a-stick, aren't you?” She breathed in the crisp, spicy scent of a cologne she was unfamiliar with, a scent that highlighted his masculinity so perfectly it literally made her mouth water in anticipation. She ran one pink, manicured finger down the front of his shirt, pausing at the button on his jeans. “And I think these pants are way to tight on you.” She ran her finger lower, tracing the hard outline of his cock through his pants. “And how, may I ask, did my husband convince you to come over here?”
“He told me I could fuck the hottest piece of pussy in town.” Brick said simply, taking her hips and pulling them hard against his groin. He thrust against her, and Amy ground her hips against his in return. She could tell his cock was in complete proportion to the size of the rest of his body. He was enormous, and she knew he would fill her beyond what she had ever imagined. She licked her lips, her desire for this young, viral guy on top of her, pounding as hard and fast as he could, nearly over whelming her. And knowing Derek was going to watch it all happen only made her wetter.
Derek leaned back against the wall, his hand quickly finding the zipper of his fly and yanking it down. His cock hardened quickly as he grasped it, sliding it in his palm as he watched his wife with the bouncer.
Amy glanced over at Derek and as she watched his cock growing harder by the second, and her pussy twitched in response. God, how she loved that sight. Let him get hard watching. She would have her turn with him too. She took Brick by the hand. “I think it's time we took this into the bedroom,” she said, her voice husky with excitement and desire.
Amy led Brick to the edge of the king-sized bed that took up the lion's share of the master bedroom. She ran one slender finger in circles on his wrist. “How about we get you undressed, big boy.” Her fingers quickly found the buttons, and she slid them open one by one, revealing the perfect, brawny chest she had expected to find. She tossed the shirt aside as she admired his well-defined pecks, hardened by what had to be years of working out, pumping iron. A tiny smattering of crisp hair decorated his chest, dipping down to his stomach. Forget about a six-pack. This guy had an entire washboard. Warm, tan skin begged to be touched, and Amy was delighted to see his skin quiver when she first touched it. She traced the dark hair on his stomach lower, the enticing trail inviting her to dip her hand under the waste band of his pants. She slowly stoked the skin there, watching Brick's eyes drift closed at her touch, the bulge still hidden in his pants growing even larger.
Amy glanced over at Derek. He had pulled the bedroom's armchair over from the corner of the room to beside the bed and made himself comfortable. He was completely naked already. Holding his erect cock in his hand, he winked at her. “Put a show on for me, baby.”
Amy felt a delicious tingle of excitement and a rush of power. Both of these men were hard, just thinking about fucking her. And she was dripping wet, anticipating about fucking them.
Amy's fingers found Brick's fly, and she unbuttoned it, slowly sliding the zipper down. She slid his pants down over his hips, the hardness of his long, thick cock apparent inside his black shorts. She cupped him in her hand, massaging, stroking through the cloth, until the tip peeked over the top of the waist band. “Look what we have here.” Amy teased the tip, stroking the soft underside and earning a moan from Brick, who had stood so stoically while she undressed him. Obviously unable to stand the teasing a moment longer, Brick shoved the cloth down, kicked off his shoes, and shoved the rest of his clothes away.
Slowly Amy walked around the perfect specimen of a man, admiring his body from all angles. She traced the rippling muscles in his shoulders and back, before sliding her hands around him, caressing his strong chest while pressing her breasts into his back. She traced his spine with her tongue, the taste of his hot skin sending shivers through her. “I want to taste all of you,” she breathed, delighted at the goose bumps that erupted across his flesh at her words.