Wanting Black: Interracial/Cuckold Stories
By
Lane Masters
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Smashwords Edition
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Copyright 2012 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. This material is intended for mature audiences only.
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Table of Contents
Sex with Her Neighbor: An Interracial Cuckold Story
Tourism Trio: An Interracial/Cuckold Story
I have a confession to make. I have always fantasized about being fucked out of my mind by a big, black cock. I have gotten myself off many nights, my fingers ramming hard into my wet pussy, while I imagined dark, muscular arms wrapping around me and slamming me roughly onto an onyx shaft. Of course, when I married my very Irish, blond haired, blue eyed high school sweetheart, I pretty much gave up on the idea that it would ever really happen. Who would have guessed that my husband would be the one responsible for making that fantasy come true?
When Jason was up for a promotion recently at work, he decided it would be a good idea to have the boss over for dinner. He seemed to think that his hot, golden-haired wife (me) would make a good impression. So, I called around and found a nice meal, had it delivered, and set about to impress the boss, Tony Mason.
I spent an inordinate amount of time on my hair and make-up that night. I made sure my blond curls were as shiny and bouncy as possible, that my candy-apple lipstick matched the rest of my make-up perfectly, and that my manicured nails were long, glossy, and bright red, as well. I chose a low-cut dress, one that highlighted my ample cleavage, and just to make myself feel even more sexy, I threw in black, lacy lingerie, with matching butterfly fishnet stockings.
Now, keep in mind that Jason had not thought to tell me much about his boss, except that he could be intimidating at times. And when I opened the door that night in answer to the expected doorbell ring, I could instantly tell why Jason was occasionally intimidated.
Mr. Tony Mason filled my doorway with so much hot, black muscle that he stole my breath at first sight. My eyes climbed a tall, hard body to lock with sensuous, dark eyes that fairly smoldered with barely contained sexuality. Honestly, he looked like he was made for some porn movie. He was truly a sex god.
My jaw dropped at the sight of him, and his eyebrows shot up with amused questioning. A slow, sexy smile broke over his face, and I have no doubt that he knew from that instant what effect he had on me.
Tony was tall, about 6’3”, and I would assume he played football or some other sport in high school and probably college. Broad shoulders and tight muscles don’t just appear out of nowhere. And I was entranced by the contrast of his white business shirt against his warm, brown skin. I wanted to touch it already.
I finally managed to put my eyeballs back in my head and regain some sort of composure, although it was a shaky hand I extended in greeting. My fingers were immediately swallowed up by his large ones, and I felt a shiver sneak up my spine at his touch. He slyly grinned again as goose bumps erupted over my skin. His eyes traced my arm, up to my shoulders and then lingered on my cleavage. I felt completely naked under his scrutiny, like he had somehow managed to undress me with his eyes or could see through the silk of my clothes. “Well, it is certainly a pleasure to meet you. You must be Jason’s lovely wife.” Oh god. His voice was like warm, melted chocolate, deep and incredibly seductive. I blushed as I felt moisture begin to seep through to the skimpy strip of cloth between my legs. Yes, I wanted him from the moment I met him.
“Please, come…” I don’t think I said it that way intentionally, but the instant the words were out of my mouth, I knew how it sounded. Please come. What I would have loved to say was, “Please make me come. Over and over and over and…”
Anyway, I finally managed to get Tony in the door, take his coat, and escort him into the dining room, where Jason happily served up drinks for the three of us. And I needed one, badly, by that point. The two men chatted about work, but most of it didn’t even sink into my head. I was far too busy admiring Tony’s physique to pay any attention to what they were saying about business. Every once in a while, however, Tony would look up and find my eyes on him. At first, I glanced away, trying not to look too guilty. But after a couple of times, I managed to work up the nerve to meet his eyes head on, and once when Jason was mixing fresh drinks, I was as tickled as a silly school girl when Tony smileda wide, knowing grin and gave me a slow wink.
Dinner passed in a shuffle of soup, salad, and steaks, and still I could barely tear my eyes away from him. As we ate, I drank in the way his dark hand swallowed the fork, the erotic caress of his tongue against his lips, the way he absently traced the water dripping on the outside of his glass with a huge, long finger. I wanted his fingers drawing slow circles on every inch of my skin, particularly the skin between my legs. Then I wanted him to push his fingers inside of me and finger fuck me until I screamed. With an effort, I ripped my eyes away from his hand, only to find his amused black eyes watching me.
“So, Jason,” Tony’s velvet voice sent a rush through me once again. “You know, you are a serious contender for this promotion.”
Jason, my sweet innocent Jason, smiled. “Yes, sir. And I think I am just the right man for the job.”
“Well, a job like that takes commitment, strong commitment, and I have to make sure the guy I choose is willing to do just about anything for the position.” Tony’s eyes held mine captive, and I don’t think I could have pulled away, even if I had wanted to. The tension was so thick I could hardly force myself to breathe.
Jason nodded, oblivious to the undercurrent of electricity that suddenly rippled through the room.
“I understand that, sir,” he said. Clueless bastard.
“So, are you willing to do anything to get the job?”
Jason chuckled and cleared his throat. “I guess I would do almost anything.”
Tony turned to Jason and nailed him with his eyes. “What are you not willing to do?”
Jason looked a bit daunted by the question and hesitated. “Well, anything illegal, I guess. I mean, it’s not like I would be willing to kill anyone, or anything.” He chuckled nervously, as Tony turned back to me. Jason’s eyes bounced between us like a Ping-Pong ball, and I think it was at that moment that he realized there was an undercurrent that he had been oblivious to.
“I take it you wouldn’t be willing to suck my dick to get the job,” Tony said dryly.
Jason was shocked at the rawness of his boss’s words, and I actually felt really sorry for the guy. “Well…uh…”
“How about letting your wife suck my dick?” My heart leaped into my chest and began a drumroll, as Tony reached across the table and ran a finger down the side of my face.
“What?” Jason’s indignant objection broke the spell. I glanced at him, and confusion was written all over his face. “I can’t believe you just asked me that!” I could tell he was shocked and trying to decide whether Tony was joking or not. But Tony answered the unspoken question.
“I’m not kidding. I want your wife to suck my cock and then let me fuck her, any way I want, while you watch. You do that, you get the job. If you don’t, no promotion. On the other hand, if you go into the office and make a big deal out of this, I will fire you for slander. It’s your choice, but make it quick. I bet your wife’s hot pussy is getting wetter by the second.”
I blushed furiously at Tony’s words, but there was no way I could have denied them. My panties were soaking wet by this point, and it was all I could do not to squirm in my seat as a rush of adrenaline and desire coursed through me. Tony chuckled as another wave of goose bumps popped up on my skin. “Oh yeah, she wants to suck my big, black cock. I bet she has always dreamed of a piece of black meat fucking her.”
I nearly whimpered at his words, and I could not meet Jason’s eyes. Oh god, it was true, so true.
“Lisa?” I finally looked up at Jason, pitying the bewildered expression on his face. All of this was happening so fast, and I knew he was having trouble adjusting to the reality that his boss’s condition for promoting him was fucking his wife. But we all have a price, right?
“Well, uh, I guess if that is what it takes for Jason to get the position…” My voice faded as I watched Tony slowly push back his chair and stand. He stepped back a bit, and he was so tall I had a clear view of the front of his pants. The obvious bulge was huge and straining against the fly of his pants. It had to have been almost painful.
“It’s settled, then. Why don’t you show me the bedroom?”
Jason threw back his chair and rushed around the table to where I was now standing, his blue eyes panicked. “Wait! I’m not sure about this!”
I turned to him, reaching out a hand to stroke his blond hair. “Look, baby. You need this promotion. Do you want to be stuck in the dead-end position you have now? Think what you could do if you move up.” I did feel sorry for him, but not sorry enough to tell Tony no. And for some strange reason, the knowledge that Jason was going to watch, that he had to watch, turned me on even more.
“Who knows? You might even like seeing your wife get rammed by my big dick,” Tony’s grin was almost wicked, and the sexiness of it lit my very bones on fire. “Now, where’s that bedroom?”
I stepped away from Jason and took Tony’s hand in mine, leading him to the room I shared with Jason. Heaven help me, I was going to fuck him on the bed we slept in!
By the time we were all in the bedroom, my heart was pounding so hard in my chest that it was almost painful, and my throat was sand-paper dry, probably from all the moisture in my body rushing to the sensitive areas between my legs. I certainly was completely soaked there. I shivered unexpectedly, realizing that I was now the one having trouble believing this was really happening.
Tony glanced around the room as we stood by the bed, and I was relieved that I had picked up the laundry and made the bed this morning. His eyes lit on the dressing room chair by the window. “Why don’t you pull that chair over here, Jason, and have a seat?” He turned to me and ran a finger down my face once again. “We want our audience to have the best view in the house.”
I licked my lips nervously, and Tony reached his thumb up to stroke the wetness there. I turned my head slightly, drawing him into my mouth and running my tongue on the underside, stroking the pad softly, the masculine taste of him making me quiver with nervous excitement.
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s what you are going to do to my cock.” Tony’s voice was low and dusky, thick with anticipation. As I fucked his thumb in my mouth, his other hand reached down for the buckle of his belt, and I heard and felt him fumble there. He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and slid two fingers in, while unable to hold back, I moved my own hands down to the top of his pants. I pushed away the hand that wrestled with his fly, and while I pumped his fingers with my lips, I quickly slid off his belt and unfastened his pants. I finally pulled away from the fingers in my mouth and looked down. His cock was so hard that the tip was already peeking over the waist band, the dark head bewitching me from that first glimpse. Unable to resist, I pulled down his boxer briefs, his cock sliding out, a massive, thick rod just begging for my touch.