Can I Touch It? (with A Hot Day at the Spa )--2 Sexy Interracial BWWM Stories from Steam Books

by Logan Woods

  Lower and lower she felt the masseur’s hands travel until she felt them nearing the edge of the towel. Her deeply furrowed brow was hidden behind the pad as she hoped he’d slide his hand a little further beneath the towel this time.

  Girard did.

  His hands disappeared beneath the towel and over her soft, round ass. Kelly groaned and lifted her ass against his touch. The towel slid from Girard’s hands and exposed her, giving Bo the perfect view of the masseur’s hands squeezing and parting his wife’s delicious cheeks.

  The room began to spin as Kelly spread her legs a little, arching her back and lifting her ass higher into the air. Before she knew it, Girard had stripped naked and crawled onto the massage table with her. Bo watched as the masseur’s enormous cock disappeared lengthwise between his wife’s big, bubbly cheeks.

  Kelly’s knuckles were white as she held onto the front edge of the table while Girard slid his heft meat slowly between her cheeks. The oil on her skin allowed his shaft to slide effortlessly over her flesh and the feeling was intensely erotic. With each gentle thrust of his hips, Girard moved his hands over her back and sides in rhythm.

  Bo was standing next to his table; his towel had been discarded absently somewhere on the floor. He watched his wife and the masseur in heated delight. His pulsing cock stretched out rigidly from his body and he stroked it slowly, spending plenty of time massaging the thick, bulbous head. In his mind, he worked over various fantasies as he tried to decide which to fulfill. The variety made it difficult for him to choose but regardless, they all included Girard fucking Kelly.

  The masseur slid his oil-slicken hands beneath Kelly’s arms to the front of her shoulders. He moved his hips and prodded her flesh blindly with his dick until he finally felt the head of his cock press against the entrance to her steaming pussy. Kelly moaned and prepared to receive Girard’s meat.

  Girard pulled up with his hands, slightly lifting Kelly off the table and cupping her large breasts. Suddenly he thrust his cock deep into her smoldering slit. Bo’s wife grunted and pressed her ass up against him. Her pussy stretched and clenched around Girard’s pulsating shaft as he began to thrust into her with slow but determined thrusts.

  Bo jerked his cock quickly and watched his wife and the masseur have sex before his eyes. Kelly’s ass bounced and rippled from each thrust of Girard’s hips. Her moans and grunts of pleasure turned Bo on more than he had been in years. In fact, he had become so hot that he could easily cum in a matter of moments.

  But before he did, Bo decided he wanted in on the action.

  He positioned himself at the front of his wife’s table. He took her by the hair and gently pulled her mouth onto his throbbing member. Kelly hissed into his throbbing meat as the men fucked her at both ends. Girard squeezed and fingered her hard nipples as he banged her with all of his strength. Bo thrust his hips against her face, driving his shaft deeply in and out of her hot, wet mouth.

  Kelly was in heaven and relieved. She had honestly forgotten about her husband until she felt his cockhead press against her mouth. It was obvious to her that he approved the scene, considering he had joined in rather than give Girard a beat-down. It was her first ever threesome and she was loving every hot, sex-filled minute of it.

  After a few minutes, Bo and Girard repositioned Kelly. The masseur pulled up a bench and laid back upon it. Bo pushed Kelly down on Girard. She straddled his hulking manhood and rammed herself down on it. She fucked him feverishly, gripping his hair with one hand while balancing herself with the other.

  Bo pulled up behind her and poured some more of the oil over her delicious ass. The oil coated her ebony skin with a shiny sheen and dripped down between her cheeks. Bo spread them and rubbed his cock head in tight circles over her clenched asshole. Before Kelly could protest, he popped the head of his dick past her tight ring and slid into her virgin ass surprisingly easily.

  “Fuck me!” Kelly cried at the double penetration.

  Bo grabbed her hips and went to town. He and Girard fucked Kelly like mad men. Sometimes there thrusts were timed to impale her simultaneously. Then sometimes, their thrusts alternated like powerful, fleshy pistons, berating her with pleasure and ecstasy. The euphoria was indescribable and Kelly felt her orgasm quickly begin to mount.

  Beads of sweat collected on the trio’s foreheads and the room felt several degrees warmer than it should have been. They all huffed and groaned and moaned in a chorus of sin and desire. The massage room smelled like sex. The aroma of Kelly’s pussy and flooding juices was overpowering.

  Kelly was in such ecstasy she almost couldn’t stand it; it was as if she were strapped into some kind of lovemaking machine, a contraption designed to stimulate every part of her body simultaneously, without relent. Only it was better, because instead of cold machines, they were the warm flesh and blood of her beloved husband and a new handsome friend.

  Finally she found herself on the edge of cumming. She gnashed her teeth together and let the men push her over the edge. When she climaxed, she arched her back and threw back her head. Her dripping cunt and tight ass clenched tightly around the pair of cocks that stabbed into her relentlessly. Bo groaned and tried to hold back his own orgasm but the tightness of his wife’s ass was too strong and brought him there quickly.

  He fucked her ass with sharp, powerful thrusts before his cum erupted inside of her. Kelly cried out in pleasure. Her husband’s cock throbbed angrily in her ass and his cum shot into her in what seemed like never-ending spurts.

  When he was done, Bo made no move to withdraw. His still-hard cock stayed buried in her backdoor to continue to add to the pleasure of Girard screwing her from below.

  It wasn’t long after Bo came that Girard did. He crushed his hips up into Kelly and used his hands to force her hips against him harder. He came harder than Bo had and flooded her pussy with so much of his hot, salty cum that it seeped out from around his thick shaft as he jerked into her.

  Although already in a bit of a ‘laying’ position, they all still collapsed in a sopping wet mess of heaving flesh. Bo and Kelly embraced each other, and Girard ran his hands over her exposed side and her back. All three of them breathed heavily, their energy having been depleted from their glistening moist bodies.

  When they were finally done, it took a while for them to recover enough to move. None of them said a single word as they cleaned up and got dressed again. Girard opened the door to the massage room, Bo paused and broke the silence.

  “Thank you Girard,” he said. “I hope we can do this again.”

  “Please, I’d like that,” Kelly added, the lust still smoldered in her eyes.

  “Of course,” the masseur said with a smile.

  “Maybe one of the other girls here could join in next time,” Kelly suggested before looking up at her husband with a smile.

  “Maybe.”

  About Jeanette Lavia

  Jeanette Lavia, like many of the erotica talent here at Steam Books Erotica & Romance, started out writing other genres before joining the ranks of erotic stardom. She’s even launched her own line of children’s books – under a different name, of course! Her work under the ‘Jeanette Lavia’ moniker, however, certainly isn’t child’s play. We’re sure her readers are more than happy to indulge in her very, very adult stories.

  And more from Jeanette Lavia:

  TEMPTATION TAKES OVER

  Bianca is having a hard time being productive on her working holiday: designing the graphics for a client's risque website is hot enough to distract her, and Mark, the owner of the café next to her hotel, isn't helping things with his charm and smoldering good looks, either. When circumstances force Biance to do her work her while in close quarters with Mark, temptation takes over.

  MAID FOR HIS DESIRE

  Lizbeth has arrived to interview for her new housekeeping job, and it turns out to be Darius's incredible mansion. More than that, Darius himself is exquisite, and he's planning to introduce her to a world of lust and passion… provided she
does everything he asks. Does Lizbeth have it in her?

  Check out these and more at steam-books.com!

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  DETOUR by Lauren Battiste

  Simone Parker, a frazzled, slightly neurotic schoolteacher from Illinois breaks down on the road in route to a family reunion that she would rather not attend. With a dead cell phone and very little traffic on the road, she’s forced to wait for a Good Samaritan to come to her aid. She gets more than what she bargained for when she meets Matthew Copeland, a widower firefighter from the next town over. From his courteous disposition, sparks of sexual tension and passion fly, leading to an unremarkable night the two would never forget.

  EXTREMELY PERSONAL TRAINER by Jeanette Lavia

  When Tasha Johnson’s friend convinces her to go to the gym with her, the 30 year old Nubian goddess decides she needs to get a few sessions under her belt first. She takes a trip to Fit-ness Gym to get a head start on her friend and meets Justin, a hunky, white morsel of man who just happens to be her complimentary personal trainer. Will lust and love win out over muscle and brawn, or do they all just kind of go hand-in-hand?

  GEEK GETS THE GIRL by Carly Katz

  College freshman Chris has always been shy and nerdy, the kind of guy who could never in a million years get the attention of Ms. West, the hottest professor the student body's ever seen. …or could he?

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  TWISTS AND CURVES

  by Sandra Sinclair

  Yolanda walked past the other tables towards the sliding door at the end of a small corridor, knowing that led to the gardens where the restrooms where also located. Apart from the great food and the exquisite ambience inside the restaurant, Yolanda adored the French gardens, though she had little time to admire them as she walked quickly towards the women’s restroom, the considerable amount of wine she had drunken taking its toll on her.

  Minutes later, when she walked out of the bathroom, she felt both relieved and refreshed. She decided to take just a short stroll, unable to resist the lure of the beautiful gardens, but had only taken a few steps down the cobblestone path when she smelled the scent of cigarette smoke.

  Wrinkling her nose and not wanting to get the smell on her hair, she was about to turn away, but stopped as she recognized one of the men standing a few feet from her.

  Roy Carmichael, the newest CEO of Basix, the leading software company in the country.

  And one of the guests on her next show.

  She thought about introducing herself, but as her instinct as a former investigative journalist kicked in, she had a better idea. Carefully, she took a seat on a bench behind a tall hedge, covered her nose and listened in, thinking now was a good opportunity for her to get to know Roy Carmichael with his guard down and maybe learn something interesting which she could use in her next show.

  Besides, she could not deny that she was curious about the man who had been hailed as the most successful businessman of his generation.

  “That was cracking under pressure right there,” Roy was saying. “He knew the clock was winding down and he panicked.”

  “He should have just given up that ball,” the man with him said.

  Yolanda furrowed her eyebrows. Were they talking about basketball?

  “Well, not everyone can make the right decisions at the crucial moments,” Roy said. “It’s what separates the men from the boys.”

  “Now you’re boasting.”

  “I’m not. I’m just saying.”

  “So I guess you’ve already made up your mind about what to do with Wilbur.”

  “I have a few modes of actions I’m leaning towards,” Roy said. “I’m not going to let him off easy, of course.”

  “Smart and ruthless,” the other man said. “A deadly combination.”

  They fell silent for a moment, letting Yolanda think they were probably stopping to take a puff.

  “So, have you found your next target?” the other man asked when he spoke again.

  “I have.”

  The other man chuckled. “What is it with you and black women?”

  “I don’t know. They just astound me. This next one, in particular, is quite fascinating. I can’t wait to have her squirming beneath me, though I imagine she’ll put up a fight. She seems quite feisty, after all, but that’ll only make things more fun. You can’t call it conquering if the other side doesn’t put up a fight, can you now?”

  “And you pride yourself on conquering. So tell me, who’s the lucky lady?”

  There was a pause before Roy answered. “Yolanda Gray.”

  Yolanda’s hand moved from her nose to her mouth to stifle a gasp, the blood draining from her cheeks. Did she hear him right?

  “I’m going to charm her when I get on her show next week,” Roy went on. “That way, she won’t be able to stop thinking of me.”

  “Thought you didn’t go after celebrities.”

  “Celebrity my ass, she’s not even D-list. Besides, she has these really nice curves.”

  Yolanda blushed as the other man gave another chuckle. So Roy Carmichael really was planning to seduce her.

  “This I’d like to see,” the other man said.

  “Oh, you will,” Roy promised.

  At that point, Yolanda got up and walked away, not wanting to hear anymore.

  How dare he? she thought, her fists clenched at her sides and her brows furrowed in indignation. How dare he think he could be on her show and then just get into her pants?

  Well, he was wrong.

  She would prove him wrong.

  ~ ~ ~

  “What do you mean my appearance on Yolanda Gray’s show has been cancelled?” Roy asked as he set down his cup of coffee angrily.

  He had woken up late that Saturday morning after going to bed late last night and was looking forward to a relaxing morning, only to find a disturbing message on his phone.

  “I’m afraid that’s exactly what it means, Mr. Carmichael,” his assistant, Miranda, said on the other end of the line. “I received a message from the show this morning, saying they have decided to invite someone else to guest on the show next week.”

  “Did they say who?”

  “No.”

  Roy frowned. “You said the show sent you a message?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Was it the producer who sent you the message?”

  “It was Yolanda Gray herself. Apparently, she is also the assistant producer of her talk show.”

  “I’m well aware of that,” Roy said through gritted teeth.

  “Would you like me to call her and insist that you guest on the show?” Miranda asked. “They were the ones who invited you to guest in the first place, after all, so it’s quite rude to…”

  “I’ll handle this myself,” Roy interrupted. “Thank you, Miranda.”

  “Alright.”

  Roy hung up, tossing his phone on the table so that it slid across the surface. Then, he banged his fists on the table, still seething in frustration, though he tried his best to take deep breaths and calm down, knowing letting his emotions get the better off him was never a good thing.

  What in the fuc
k had just happened?

  Just as Miranda had said, the staff of the show were the ones who had invited him to be their guest, and it was both rude and unconventional for them to cancel, which meant there was a reason why. And since it was Yolanda Gray who cancelled, he had an idea what that reason was.

  She must have found out about his plans.

  He sat on his chair, deep in thought as he wondered how Yolanda could have found out. In the end, he simply shrugged.

  So what if Yolanda now knew about his plans? He was not about to change them, much less stop them.

  He was a man who was used to getting his way, who never gave up easily, and he was definitely not going to give up on Yolanda Gray. He would just have to give a little more effort, which was no problem for him at all. He had known she would be an elusive prey, after all, and it would have been disappointing if she had allowed herself to be easily caught.

  He grinned as he leaned back on his chair.

  So she thought she could dissuade him just like that, did she?

  He would see about that.

  To be continued....