Red Hot Reads Two

  RED HOT READS 2

  A collection of five erotic stories

  Edited by Miranda Forbes

  Published by Accent Press Ltd

  Copyright © Accent Press Ltd 2010

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be copied, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the publishers: Xcite Books, Suite 11769, 2nd Floor, 145-157 St John Street, London EC1V 4PY

  The stories contained within this book are works of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the authors’ imaginations and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Digital Edition converted and published by Andrews UK Ltd 2010

  Beach Babe

  by Lucy Felthouse

  Relaxing on the secluded beach, Megan felt content. Well, almost content. She was desperately horny and there’d been no sexy men in sight for the duration of her trip. Her own fault, she knew. Exotic holidays were all well and good, but tiny islands meant a shortage of people, which, unfortunately, included hot guys. Instead, she’d had to resort to frequent daydreams and masturbation. However, as something suddenly blocked out her rays of sunshine, Megan opened her eyes and suspected things were about to change.

  Stood over her – towering over her in fact – was a god. Megan wondered briefly if this was sunstroke and she was delirious, such was the vision before her. A tall, muscular guy with skin the colour of a coconut shell. Cropped black hair, luscious lips and the most beautiful green eyes she’d ever seen. Clad in only a pair of knee-length shorts and flip flops, she was able to appreciate him in all his glory. Yep, Megan thought to herself, things are definitely looking up!

  Smiling, she said to the god, ‘Hi.’

  He smiled back, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot and shrugged.

  ‘What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?’

  The guy looked embarrassed, placed a hand to his bare chest, and said, ‘No English.’

  His heavy foreign accent told Megan everything she needed to know. A lost cause. Damn it! Finally a hot guy arrives and he doesn’t speak English. No way of knowing who he is, where he’s from or how old he is. Mind you, pondered Megan, is that necessarily a bad thing?

  She grinned again. She wasn’t looking for anything high maintenance, just sex. This could be the perfect opportunity. They’d never know anything about one another, let alone be able to arrange to meet again. That sealed the deal for Megan. Now, she simply had to attempt to seduce the guy without using words. Noticing him checking her out, she suspected it wouldn’t be all that difficult.

  Sitting up on her towel, Megan shuffled across and patted the space beside her, smiling up at her object of lust. He really was quite something. He clearly had a manual job as he was ripped to perfection; enormous biceps and forearms and big hands with long and surprisingly slim fingers. Megan figured they would feel good on her body, slim or not. His shoulders and chest were broad, with a smooth, hairless six-pack and impressive pecs. She wanted to lick him. Devour him.

  He bent to sit beside her and his grubby beige shorts rode up, revealing a little thigh. Just as she suspected; as perfect as the rest of him. If she pulled this off, he wouldn’t have to work too hard to get her off. She could already feel the moisture between her thighs. She could smell it too, and wondered if he could. She’d never know.

  Pondering her next move, Megan realised she couldn’t afford to think too much about what she was doing. Subtleties would be wasted here. Where sexual innuendos and hints would normally lead things in the right direction, Megan now had nothing. She’d have to rely on body language and take control.

  Turning to the god, Megan grinned widely, looking up at him from beneath her lashes and positioning her arms so her ample boobs were squashed together, showing off her impressive cleavage. This gesture was not lost, and he smiled back. Now what? she wondered. Her answer came quite literally from the skies. A cool breeze blew, making Megan shiver and break out in gooseflesh. Looking at her skin, an idea struck. A foolproof idea.

  Reaching into her bag, she drew out her sun-cream. Flipping it open and putting some in her hand, she began to cover her legs with it, smoothing the cool substance over her heated skin. She continued up her legs, massaging more deeply and slowly than she normally would and heightening her arousal further in the process.

  She turned back to her wannabe lover and handed him the bottle, a sheepish grin on her face. He took it, a grin stretching those kissable lips, revealing once more his perfect teeth. Megan imagined his mouth on her, inflicting divine torture – kissing, sucking, biting, licking...probing. The thoughts were driving her wild.

  Eager to move things along, Megan patted her back, indicating he should apply the cream to her there. All his earlier awkwardness now gone, he needed no further prompting. He squirted a dollop into his palm, then rubbed them both together before shuffling behind her and placing his hands on her shoulders. He began to massage; really kneading her muscle and tissue, not just haphazardly applying the cream. She wondered how his hands, strong and sure, looked against her pale skin. Guess she’d find out soon enough, when he worked his way around to her front.

  Megan relaxed into his touch. He really was quite the masseur and her body tingled as she imagined how good his touch would feel on more intimate parts of her body. She didn’t have to imagine for long. The god slipped his hands right over her shoulders, down past her collar bone and brushed his fingers across the top of her breasts. Then they were gone to safer territory again, as though he was testing the water to make sure he hadn’t misread the signs.

  Leaning back, Megan let out an exaggerated moan to let him know she was enjoying what he was doing. He got the message. His hands once more slipped up her back, past her neck and sought out her boobs. This time she was ready. When they neared their intended target, Megan reached up and grabbed his wrists and pulled them sharply down so his hands cupped her soft girl flesh. After a second’s hesitation, lover boy recovered from the shock of her actions and began to stroke her breasts, all thoughts of sun-cream forgotten.

  Megan wasn’t exactly thinking about the prevention of sunburn either. Her nipples had perked up at the god’s ministrations and she thrust her chest forcefully into his grip as he caressed her. Her arousal grew and grew and she became impatient. Turning her body round, she looked into those green eyes, gorgeous and glittering with mischief and leaned in for a kiss.

  He mirrored her movements, arching his body down to match her smaller height, and their lips touched. Megan slipped her arms under his and curved them up his back, delighting in the feel of solid muscle. He, in turn, wrapped his huge arms around her shoulders, pulling her close. Their kiss deepened and Megan soon felt the touch of his tongue against hers. Wow, she thought, this guy may not speak a word of English, but with moves like this, I couldn’t care less!

  She opened her mouth wider to allow his tongue better access and she explored his mouth, all the while her hands stroking lazy circles and lines across his skin. His, however, had begun exploring. One hand cupped her jaw, his fingertips tangling in her hair, and the other covered her right breast. Megan ached for him to touch her pussy, which was by now molten and leaving a serious damp patch on her bikini bottoms, which she suspected was probably visible from the outside.

  Slipping her own hand down, Megan pressed it against her lover’s crotch, pleased to note a sizeable erection. She’d never been with a black guy before and she wondered about his cock. What would it look like? Would it be as big as all the rumours suggested? As
it twitched against her palm, Megan was suddenly desperate to feel it thrusting inside her wet pussy and immensely grateful that she’d stowed a box of condoms in her beach bag. Well, a girl can never be too careful, can she?

  She pushed against his hard-on, her lips curving into a grin against his mouth as it pushed back, like it had a mind of its own. She stroked up and down its length, enjoying the feel of the rough cotton against her hand, and the burning heat beneath it. She slipped her hand up towards his waistband and began to fumble with the button of his fly. He moved the hand cupping her face and helped her out, effortlessly popping open the button and inching down his zip to reveal his stiff cock nestling inside his shorts.

  Megan pulled away from their kiss so she could look at his prick. She could almost feel her mouth water. In this case, at least, the rumours were true. Smiling, she reached down to release his cock from its constraints so she could get a closer look.

  The god gently pushed her hand away, only to stand up and allow his shorts to fall to his ankles. Christ, she thought, have I really died and gone to heaven? His thighs were long, hard and smooth and his cock fitted the same description. Standing fully to attention, it reached to his belly button. Megan stared, thinking her fingers and thumb would never meet around its thickness. Other than that, it didn’t look wildly different to any other penis she’d seen before – except for the colour of the skin, of course. Megan decided to find out if it tasted any different.

  Shuffling toward him on her knees she grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled him to her. Taking a deep breath in through her nostrils, she took in his scent. A mixture of light sweat and soap. Nuzzling his balls with her nose, Megan giggled as he moaned deeply. His heavy ball sac looked as though it was in need of emptying and Megan was just the woman for the job. But not quite yet. There was plenty she wanted from him first.

  She licked and teased him, playing only with his balls to begin with and purposely ignoring his cock. She alternated between light flicks of her tongue and long strokes with the flat of her tongue, like she was eating an ice cream. Then she gently took the skin of his sac between her teeth and tugged a little. She looked up to gauge his reaction and, noting his eyes were closed and he was wearing an expression of utter bliss and abandon, Megan gathered he had no problem with her using her teeth a little. She nibbled and teased him some more, opening her mouth wide to suck in one of his balls, causing him to whimper with excitement.

  Glancing up at his cock, she saw it was fit to explode. It was oozing precum freely and she hadn’t even touched it yet, except through the fabric of his shorts. Rolling his ball round in her mouth, sucking and licking, Megan got hotter and hotter. Turning him on was turning her on even more. She could barely wait to feel that hard cock sliding into her as she stretched to accommodate his length and girth. She released him from her mouth, then finally touched his prick, sliding her tongue up the length of his erection and dipping her tongue into the moisture gathered at its tip, eliciting a gasp from her man. She savoured the taste of his precum, proof that he wanted her, wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted him to.

  Megan took the head of his cock into her mouth and began to suck it as best she could, since she could barely stretch her lips around it. She grasped a hand firmly around its base and began to stroke up and down the length as she licked, sucked and nibbled on the head of his prick. He didn’t seem to mind that she wasn’t performing any porn star tricks. Megan didn’t think even the most notorious porn star would be able to deep throat the cock she was desperate to bounce on.

  The god must have been getting close to his climax, as he grabbed her wrist, a warning to stop what she was doing. Megan figured she must have been doing something right if it was getting him close to the edge. She also figured he was willing to return the favour as he pushed her gently, guiding her back towards her towel, stepping properly out of his shorts and kicking out of his flip flops at the same time.

  Megan didn’t hesitate. She shuffled hastily back to her towel and sat down, looking expectantly up at him. He smiled at her, then knelt between her legs and kissed her again. Megan wondered if he could taste himself on her lips, her tongue, and if he could, did he even care? His kiss answered the latter question as he explored her mouth once more with his hot tongue, kissing her so deeply and with so much passion that she felt like she never wanted it to end.

  All too soon he ended the kiss, only to put his hands on her shoulders and push down the straps of her bikini. She slipped her arms out of them and his hands slid around her back to the clasp. Steeling herself for the inevitable fumble with the bra strap scenario, Megan bit her lip. But it never came. He clearly had some god-like powers because, within seconds, her bikini top had been discarded on the sand, his hands had squeezed her breasts together and he was leaning down to taste them.

  Megan gasped as his tongue contacted her skin. He licked the crease he’d created between her breasts, then trailed his tongue across her sensitive skin to her left nipple. He tweaked the opposite one with his fingers as he sucked her into his mouth, pulling in as much flesh as he could, somehow instinctively knowing that she liked her breasts to be treated quite roughly. A sharp pinch to her other nipple sent shockwaves rushing to her groin and she was all too aware how wet she was and how much wetter his touch was making her. The poor guy was likely to drown down there. Wow, what a way to go, she thought.

  He continued to lick, suck and nibble at her breasts as she writhed beneath him. She glanced down and noticed that an amount of precum was again gathering at the tip of his cock and was happy to note he was just as horny as she was. Megan couldn’t wait much longer to feel him inside her. Her hand began groping around to the side and behind her, in search of her bag. Without breaking contact with her nipple, the god stretched out and grabbed it for her, pushing it into her hand. Rooting desperately around inside the large bag, Megan’s fingers eventually closed around that magical little box. She drew it out of the bag, then disentangled herself from her lover.

  Lying on her back, she motioned to him to pull down her bikini bottoms as she removed the cellophane from the condom box and got one out. He wasted no time baring her flesh and quickly hooked his thumbs into her labia, prising them apart in order to gaze upon her most intimate parts. Megan’s fingers temporarily lost their ability to function as he stroked his tongue across her swollen clitoris. He then dipped lower to probe his tongue at her hole, gathering the copious juices which had accumulated.

  He didn’t break his stride and continued to lick her pussy, letting his tongue explore her folds and nibble and suck at her clitoris. Eventually, Megan managed to force her brain to operate properly and she got the condom out of its wrapper. Momentarily relaxing as she was given the head of her life, she felt the tell-tale signs of orgasm creeping up on her. The tingle and heat in her stomach radiated down to her clit, building and building, until suddenly, it hit her. Her climax crashed over her, sending her pussy into spasm and eliciting a long moan from her parted lips.

  As she began to recover, she felt the condom being removed from her fingers and heard faint noises which told her he was putting it on. She was pleased about that because she didn’t think she could move, not for a few minutes at least, and she was still gagging to feel him inside her.

  She didn’t have to wait long. His rubber-clad cock was soon probing at her entrance, sliding up and down her folds to coat the shaft with her juices. She wriggled and moaned, just wanting him to stick it inside her, right to the hilt. He, apparently, had other ideas. Sliding higher still, the god stroked his erection against her still-tender clitoris, resulting in some after-shock spasms deep inside her. She dug her heels into the sand and pushed her hips up, hoping to entice him to enter her, now.

  It worked. After a couple more sly, teasing strokes up and down her soaking flesh, he entered her. In one long, swift stroke he was deep inside her, his balls pressing against her ass. They moaned in unison, lang
uage barrier completely forgotten as their bodies did the talking. Megan pulled him down onto her, reaching round to grab his buttocks in her hands and guide his thrusts. She wanted it harder and faster, and intended to get it. Digging her nails into his muscular flesh and pushing her hips against his, she set the pace.

  He responded, and began fucking her in earnest, his balls slapping against her and his cock stretching her pussy wide around him. Megan wondered what they would look like if someone happened across them, a young, blonde white girl being given a good seeing to by this huge, gorgeous black guy. As he increased the pace, pounding her pussy and sending her flying in the direction of a second orgasm, she decided she couldn’t care less. All that mattered was the here and now.

  And, she realised, she would have to find a way to make him understand her if they were to meet again. Well, she couldn’t have sex this good just once. She fully intended to worship – and be worshipped by – this god several more times before the trip was over.

  Question of Control

  by Fulani

  I sit in the dim room of the private members’ club, eyes fixed on the illuminated platform in front of the audience. The M Lydia knew she had mixed motives in going there. Strutting her stuff to show Marcus what he’d missed. Giving a signal that if he was apologetic, humble and attentive she might think about giving him a second chance. Showing him that she didn’t play by anyone else’s rules. And then there was plain curiosity. What kind of a man would turn her down, after all?

  And it had worked out fine, though not in the way she’d expected. Blindfolded, she could only assume – or hope – the cock occupying her mouth belonged to Marcus. She concentrated on taking its length, curling her tongue in the way she knew men liked. She was unable to use her hands to massage his balls, because her arms were outstretched, wrists cuffed and secured to the metal racking of his workshop.