The Master Next Door 2 (An interracial cuckold erotic romance)
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“How’ve you been Lacey? We haven’t had a chance to catch up all night.” Duane asked in mock earnestness.
They sat there for a few minutes exchanging Ecstasy fueled chatter. Neither of them cared at all about this small talk, but kept up the back and forth for a few minutes. As the drugs in their systems began to kick in again, Lacey stroked her leg absent mindedly. As they talked her skin became flush and hot and her fingers circled closer and closer to her pussy. Her strokes becoming an unconscious invitation to the muscular, horny black man across from her.
“Y’know, you don’t have to be so far away,” Duane said. “We’re both rolling. Come over here and let me give you a massage while we talk. Let me make you feel good.”
“Sure, that’d be great!” Lacey smiled and scooted closer. She turned and backed into to him and they both moaned as her ass met his cock for the first time. Lacey ground against him, not believing that the thick impression lodged against her ass and back could actually be real. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation of what she was sure was going to be the experience of a lifetime.
“Mmmm. That’s right baby” Duane said as she snuggled closer to him. He unclipped the lace bra and let the straps dangle at her sides as his big hands danced lightly up and down her back.
The touch was light but exquisite and they both sighed as little tremors of pleasure flowed through them. Lacey began to stroke Duane’s leg in return and for a few minutes the only noise in the room was the sound of combined heavy breathing as the two soon to be lovers touched each other for the first time.
“Steven is an idiot leaving you here by yourself.” Duane said eventually. “Sexy woman like you deserves to be treated right.”
As he spoke his strong hands rubbed her shoulders then stroked down her naked back. Lacey moaned as his touch felt like a million tiny kisses. She ground harder on his dick, wanting desperately to be treated right by the big tool.
“Yeah, a fine woman like you needs to come doesn’t she?” Duane moved his hands to Lacey’s front, where he cupped her firm tits and tweaked her rock hard nipples.
“Oh yes!” Lacey gasped through clenched teeth, arching her back and thrust her small breasts into his hands.
“And that fine woman is looking for a big dicked man to help her out. Am I right, Lacey?”
“Oh god Duane!” Lacey’s body was alive as Duane massaged her breasts and played with her nipples.
Duane turned her around and looked her directly in the eyes as he brought her face closer to his. He held her just an inch from his lips, never breaking eye contact and Lacey allowed herself to be directed by the strong hand.
“I am going to give you what you need Lacey. Your pussy is mine tonight!”
He said the words just above a whisper, but with an even toned conviction that caused Lacey to moan and move her mouth the remaining inch towards him. Their lips touched for the first time and an electric charge shot from their lips directly to their genitals as both cock and clit throbbed with excitement.
Their tongues briefly battled for control before Lacey melted and let herself fall deeper into Duane’s kiss. He pulled her head away and looked into her eyes, his lips curled into a grin as he reveled in her scalding stare.
Lacey slumped her shoulders and dropped her head briefly as she took a moment to compose herself. She’d fantasized about that kiss for what felt like forever and there was no denying that it had left her shivering and wanting more!
“Stand up Lacey.” She did as she was told and reluctantly untangled herself from his embrace.
“Turn around for me, and take off those clothes. I want to see all that my little whore has to offer.”
Lacey fingered the thin material of her shorts before peeling them off. She swayed her hips gently, both for his benefit and because the situation was making her hotter than she’d ever been.
Duane made a twirling motion with his finger. Lacey blushed and slowly turned her back to him. As her tight ass came into view, her thong was just a thin red sliver between her beautiful cheeks. As she bent forward and shimmied out of them, Duane could see where the fabric was already dark and soaked with her juices.
He licked his lips expectantly, gripped the bulge at his crotch and stroked along it’s substantial length.
“Damn baby girl!”
She yelped from the sharp slap on her ass cheek as Duane touched her perfect bubble for the first time. A twin blow struck her other cheek and this time she moaned at the impact.
Duane kept one hand on her ass, rubbing it in small circles as he stood and moved to her side. He marveled at the beauty before him and smiled like a schoolboy as he bent her over the bed and watched her cheeks jiggle under his groping embrace.
Another slap. Another moan.
More slaps. Louder moans as she shivered and her backside warmed under his assault. Duane smacked her ass cheek once and she exhaled. He struck the other and she tried to calm her racing pulse.
She’d never had such intense feelings before. Her pale ass was turning cherry red and the juices flowed from her pussy like nectar.
She was loving the way he played with her body. One hand flowed in a light cursive over her back while the other made it’s point with sharp exclamation marks that caused her ass to rise and fall uncontrollably.
Lacey was having a hard time keeping her legs from shaking as the delicious torment continued but Duane was relentless. This wasn’t the 1st hot white woman he’d turned out. He knew exactly how to get them hooked and coming back for more!
He palmed her ass and slid a finger down to her pussy, the wetness he found further proving her arousal. Lacey's whole body shook as he slide his finger between the folds and brought it back, glistening.
“Yeah, I’m going to like being inside you.” He slid two fingers back into her wetness while the other hand moved around her throat.
“I’m going to fuck the hell out of you tonight Lacey! I’m going to fuck you like Steven never has!” He squeezed her neck slowly while burrowing further inside her.
Lacey felt herself getting closer to orgasm as Duane fingered her. Her pussy walls gripped his thick fingers and she ground her stinging ass harder onto his fucking digits.
“That’s right, you were made to take my cock.”
“Yesssss!!!” Lacey let loose with her first howl of pleasure as Duane brought her closer to release.
He slid his fingers from her luscious pussy and drew back his wet hand. Lacey was on the edge and moaned in protest, wriggling her ass to recapture the missing digits. She was almost there. Just a few precious seconds away.
“Turn around, slut.”
Duane stood in front of her naked body still fully clothed. Her eyes traveled to his broad chest and she wanted to lick it, to trace the hard muscles with her tongue. She shivered as the thought brought her closer to the edge.
Duane saw where her eyes were focused and reveled in the power her held over this sexy woman. She was without a doubt one of the most drop dead gorgeous sluts he’d ever turned out. But she was going to worship him just like all the rest.
“Unbutton my shirt.”
Lacey undid the shirt and leaned in to brush her lips against his chiseled chest. Her hands danced over his abs and then drifted to the massive bulge in the front of his pants. Lacey growled softly and knew she couldn’t control herself any longer.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, made a beeline for the zipper, and thrust her hand inside.
Her mouth watered and her pussy throbbed as she pulled the thick pole from its confines. His dick was indeed as huge as she’d expected and much bigger than Steven’s or anyone else she had ever seen. The 11 inch monster stood hard and erect, a large vein running along the top of the shaft.
Lacey could grip it in both hands and still not reach the large head crowning his stalk like a ripe plum.
A bead of precum glistened at the tip like morning dew. She snaked her tongue, caught it and savored his taste in her mouth. They both moaned a
t the delicious feeling and Lacey traced her tongue around his thick head, savoring his musky flavor.
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