Chapter 2:
This chapter is the second of "The Land Developers".
The following story includes lesbian sex, threesomes, interracial sex, light humiliation, and some cuckoldry. If any of that bothers you, find another story to read. This is a fictional story. It is not based on real people or real places. I'm still developing a method for writing smut that works best and working without an editor. Feel free to leave feedback and comments.
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Marcus Knox stood in the center of the luxurious hot tub that overlooked the rest of the pool and beyond into his well-manicured and tastefully arranged back yard. The waters swirled around the dark skin of his legs from the gentle circulation of the jets. The soft splashes of the water from the nearby waterfall provided a gentle soundtrack in the rapidly cooling evening air. Fading light was quickly being swallowed up into dusk but still gave enough illumination to highlight the erotic scene playing out in front of him.
Standing only inches away from the imposing environmental attorney, were two of his industry's most beautiful female figures - intensely desirable women who were quickly succumbing to the heat and passion of the moment. On his left, Marcus drank in the sight of his newest soon-to-be conquest - Rebecca Parrish - the dark-haired and busty civil engineer who co-owned a firm that led the development team for one of the newest and most ambitious residential developments in the county. Her frame was supported by his strong arm as she slowly writhed in his grasp. He watched with pleasure as Rebecca's head was thrown back to the sky and her mouth wordlessly gasped in pleasure as her breasts were being suckled.
On his right, was his "public" love interest, the recently-single Alana Burke - a red-headed beauty with large tits and a flawless figure, who served in business development for an environmental planning firm that was also participating in the Parrish's new land deal. It was Alana's tongue and her lips that were now making love to the thick nipples of the other woman, but only seconds ago - her mouth had been feverishly servicing the thick rod of Marcus Knox's 9-inch big black cock as it jutted out obscenely just inches above the water of the hot tub.
"This evening could not be going any better," thought Knox, feeling the blood continuing to make his swollen purple cockhead throb against the women. Turning his torso slightly towards Rebecca, he covered her mouth with his own and quickly began dueling his tongue against hers.
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Rebecca's husband Russ, had disappeared earlier into the house looking for a bathroom, and failed to quickly rejoin them. As Rebecca wondered aloud, and then personally confirmed - Russ was fast asleep on the bed in the mother-in-law suite of Marcus' impressive home - sleeping off the effects of a heavy meal and a couple too many beers. She seemed unconcerned and, to Marcus' amusement, she seemed uncaring. He didn't care either - Russ Parrish had been in a foul mood for much of the afternoon, and seemed unable to let go of his irritations... if he even knew the source of them. So his decision to remove himself from the group sat just fine with the large black attorney who was more than content to fly solo with the company of the two sex kittens in his back yard.
The afternoon and evening had been a slow build-up. Rebecca and Alana had giggled and gossiped their way through several drinks and a lazy afternoon of sun and pool time. Their incredibly luscious bodies were barely concealed by the swimsuits they wore... had worn... as now both women were completely nude in his hot tub. Earlier after Rebecca had found her husband asleep in the guest room of Marcus' house, Alana had flashed a barely-hidden look of hunger at Marcus with a slight eyebrow raise. He had returned a nonchalant look that indicated "be my guest" which led Alana to plunge ahead.
"Bex," started the redhead, "I would pay anything to be able to have a tan like yours! We've been out here for hours and I still look like a bedsheet compared to you!"
Rebecca felt the heat rise unbidden to her cheeks. "Ohhhh," she demurred, "you're the one with the Disney princess skin! We had a trip to Mexico last month, and that tropical sun worked a number on me. I'd trade this color for how perfect you look after a pool day."
With a flirty laugh, Alana turned in reply to the powerful black man as he hung in the water from the edge of the pool, slowly sipping from his water bottle. "Marcus?" she challenged, "what do you think? Would you like it if I were to tan a little darker like Rebecca here?"
Marcus stood straight up in the water to face the women, and Rebecca caught herself staring at his well-developed frame as he drained the last of the bottle's contents. "If there's an all-inclusive resort with a private cabana," he boomed out in his deep voice with a purposeful step towards his fair-skinned paramour, "then I'm ready for whatever color you want to be." He advanced steadily towards Alana and reached out to pull down the shoulder strap of her bikini and laughed "I just won't put up with any tan lines, so you better be ready to sunscreen EVERYWHERE!"
With a playful shriek and flirtatious laugh that rang out across the back yard, Alana jumped back towards Rebecca and dared the imposing black man. "Don't try that again! I'm warning you mister!"
Lecherously grinning from ear to ear, Marcus advanced on the buxom pair who were now both laughing and splashing their way to the pool steps to playfully escape his chase. Climbing out of the water, the two women stood dripping on the edge of the pool while the muscular dark-skinned attorney stood in the pool with his arms folded across his powerful chest.
"I know what I like, baby girl. And I like it au natural!" he called out to the two women, watching as the water dripped off their arms and legs, and between their impressively heavy breasts.
Alana flounced her figure at him and padded away towards the hot tub. As she raised one leg to step up on the raised edge, she called out over her shoulder, "well big boy, you'll have to come find that over here!"
Turning his attention back to Rebecca, Marcus raised a questioning eyebrow as he stepped forward. "Shall we adjourn this meeting to the hot tub?" he teased.
Rebecca found herself biting her lip unconsciously as she watched his full torso, swimsuit, and powerful legs as he climbed slowly up the steps, wet and dripping. His swimsuit material clung tightly to his hips. And she noticed that there was the unmistakable bulge between his legs. One she felt herself now staring at helplessly as he walked past her without awaiting an answer. She watched his ass as he covered the few steps to the hot tub. Watched as his body flexed while he climbed in. And she watched as he contentedly slid into the water where Alana Burke immediately leaned contentedly against him and planted a gentle kiss on his lips.
"Bex! Come join us," called out the redhead vixen.
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It took only a few minutes before both of the sultry females bared their breasts to him. The alcohol had helped remove any inhibitions from either woman, but Marcus knew there were virtually no limits to Alana's lust - and he strongly suspected that Rebecca Parrish had fewer sexual hangups than most women in the industry.
Alana took control of the situation with ease. Kneeling up higher on her perch, she wordlessly invited the black man to feast on her hardened nipples. She cried out softly as he nibbled and gently bit on her tit flesh and then locked eyes with Rebecca Parrish as Marcus switched over to her other breast to equalize his attentions.
Rebecca was transfixed by the adulterous lust between the couple. She also fought back the mix of wonder and shame that she felt at being the voyeur to their lust. After all, she had met... she KNEW... Roland Burke, Alana's abandoned ex-husband. Rebecca had met him on multiple occasions and found him to be a very nice and pleasant man - certainly he was nothing like Marcus Knox; not that impressive of a figure by any stretch of the imagination. But here in front of her was the reinvigorated redhead who had once been part of a married couple, with her impossibly beautiful breasts covered up by the big dark hands, mouth, lips, and tongue of a black man who was not her husband.
As Alana locked eyes with her, Rebecca realized that her hands were now unconsciously touching her own breasts. "And why shouldn't I touch myself?" Rebecca thought to herself, "this is the fucking hottest thing I've ever seen." She began to open and close her own mouth as she pulled and rubbed more vigorously at her thick nipples. She caught her breath raggedly as she pulled her hands up to cup the heavy orbs and squeeze them together towards the interracial couple in front of her.
Breaking away from her intense gaze, Alana turned her attention to her black lover and grasped his face in her hands. With a wordless nod, she stepped up and back from Marcus. Rising up from the water, he turned his face to Rebecca and watched with pleasure as her eyes dropped immediately to his swollen member as it strained for release inside the swimsuit.
"Show her," the redhead commanded. Silently hooking his thumbs into the sides of the waistband, Marcus slowly pulled the swimsuit down his hips and over his powerfully sculpted ass. Rebecca felt her mouth falling open as the waistband pulled down inch after inch after inch of the thickest and blackest cock she had ever seen in the flesh. With a final tug over the flared head of his hardened tool, the black man pulled the swimsuit down to his knees while his cock bobbed in and out of the water from the action.
"Bex, come here," Alana ordered as Rebecca immediately complied. Wrapping her right hand around the base of Marcus' cock, Alana stated, more than asked, "Isn't this the most beautiful cock you have ever seen? We should touch it."
Rebecca felt her head nod. She felt her hand raise to Marcus' thigh. And she raised her gaze up searchingly to his face, illuminated softly in the fading light of the evening, where she saw a look of complete lust filling his expression.
"You touch it too, baby girl," Marcus commanded her.
So she did. Hesitatingly, she placed her own fingers on top of Alana's and felt the other woman begin to widen her grip. A flash of electricity coursed through Rebecca's entire body as she felt the dark skin of Marcus Knox's cock through their interlaced digits. Slowly she moved her hand up and higher along the thick shaft of his black rod until she was fully gripping her own piece of his hardened tool in her own hand.
Their hands began to swirl and rotate in place. Then they began to slowly begin to glide up and down his shaft. And as they began to rhythmically masturbate this huge cock together, Rebecca hardly knew where to look with her eyes. Whether it was on the heavy-lidded sultriness of Alana's face, or Marcus' visage of powerful, but pleasured control - she returned again and again to drinking in the sight of their hands encircling his throbbing unit and she wordlessly marveled at how perfectly heavy and hard it felt in her grasp.
