Reina's eyes were all over Derrek as her boyfriend let him into their hotel suite.
She liked what she saw. A tall, broadly built black man who wore his dress shirt opened at the collar, his slacks pulled snug in all the right places. He looked like a bald, more street-hardened version of Jason Derulo.
Edgy, but with a practiced charm of sophistication about him. The look of a man equally comfortable in the board room as well as in a back alley fighting off drug dealers and gang bangers alike.
The very epitome of sexy manliness.
And here he was in the flesh. Reina was finally going to have her fantasy come true! She knew from pics they had seen on his website that just beneath the crisp, white shirt Derrek sported a crisscross swirl of ink up and down his arms and across his chest and back. Normally men with tats weren't Reina's thing. Not in her dating life, anyway.
But for right now, in her fantasies...
She glanced at the spot across the room where Marco had settled into an armchair, one leg crossed over his knee, watching her watch this man. His excitement was barely contained behind a cool, all-business exterior.
She drew her boyfriend's gaze, not bothering to even conceal her own giddiness. He smiled, reassuring her with his eyes that it was okay to indulge. Then he gestured for Derrek to join her on the couch.
"Thank you for coming, Mr. Ettinger. Please, have a seat next to my woman."
"Derrek's fine," the other man said, and took one look at Reina.
A quiver of excitement ran through her as the man's questing, intelligent eyes appraised her lithe form. She wondered if he could see right through the sheer fabric of her summery dress... at the sexy bra and thong set she wore for the occasion.
Could he detect the pique of her arousal from the erectness of her nipples? Was he aware of the moistness beginning to form between her thighs just from the sight of him?
She squirmed at the thought of what was to come.
Derrek sat down heavily beside her, brushing up against her arm. He was like some bronzed Olympic god come down from the sky, all hard body and imposing presence. Even sitting he towered over her, and Reina couldn't help but stare at his well-muscled chest straining through the fabric of the white button-down shirt.
She dared not allow her eyes to lower any farther. She was still so nervous at the thought of what this man was going to do to her. What she and Marco were
paying
him to do to her. Reina couldn't believe this was finally happening.
Tonight, here in this hotel room of the resort they had picked out for their Vegas fantasy. It was all going to go down right now!
"Ok, Derrek," Marco corrected, then laid out the terms of their arrangement.
"I'm lending you my girl for the evening. Please don't let me get in the way of anything you wouldn't normally do when alone with a beautiful woman. She's very excited to meet you, by the way. But a little shy. It's part of the game, so just roll with it. You won't have to take much direction from her, but make no mistake that she's in control here... with just a little coaxing from me.
"I hope this won't prove a problem?"
"Not at all," Derrek said with a smile, showing perfectly white teeth. Reina felt the quiver deepen. She was a sucker for a man with good teeth!
"Believe it or not, that's typically how these... uh,
encounters
go down."
Reina laughed at that, and playfully touched his arm.
Oh my god
, he felt so good!
Derrek's muscles were rounded and so hard under that crisp dress shirt. She rubbed her hand up and down his triceps before quickly returning it back to her lap to join the other. Reina glanced shyly downward, watching her own fingers twiddle nervously.
"You're a petite little thing, aren't you?" she heard him ask. She glanced up again and found Derrek staring at her humorously. But also behind those eyes lurked the gaze of a hungry predator waiting to snap her up in his jaws.
Damn you're doing bad things to me,
she thought.
"And so gorgeous, too."
Reina blushed. "Oh, please. I'm sure you've been with prettier women wanting to... uh,
encounter
you before."
Derrek shook his head no.
"Sexy women? Yes," he added. "And more than down to fuck, sure. Some big and homely looking ones, too. Hey -- I don't discriminate! Every woman deserves to feel beautiful no matter what they may look like on the outside."
"Amen to that," Marco replied from across the room. He hadn't moved from his chair the entire time, and would not once things truly got under way. They had already discussed all this before Derrek's arrival.
Reina knew that he wanted this as much as she did. He wanted to see her happy, and experience a fantasy she had been thinking about since shortly after she first started having them.
For as long as she could remember, Reina had always wondered what it would feel like to sleep with a black man. A black man with a huge dick, to be specific. What the Internet porn sites called a "BBC" experience -- big, black cock!
"But what I don't normally get," Derrek continued, "is a client who turns out to be as pretty in the face as you are. Jesus, sweetheart -- you're really beautiful."
He reached over and stroked her cheek, almost affectionately. It wasn't what Reina expected, and she must have shown it in her expression. Derrek paused and looked questioningly over at Marco.
Her boyfriend shrugged, gesturing acceptance.
"Like I said, Derrek: it's all part of the game. Don't let her shy act fool you -- she's got it where it matters to take you on, oh trust me. You can do whatever you want, and speak to her however disrespectfully you'd like. She enjoys being dominated by a big, rough man. So take charge."
Derrek looked back at her and grinned, caressing her face some more.
"Shit, I like the sound of that. Do you like that, too, sweetheart?"
Reina very much liked that prospect indeed. It's what she craved more than anything. She glanced over at Marco.
"Is it okay, master? Can I have fun?"
Her boyfriend stood up and walked over to where she and Derrek were sitting on the couch. He bent over and kissed her long and hard, then stared into her eyes. "You have my permission, my love. Enjoy yourself."
And with that he returned to his chair and continued to watch, wait for what was about to transpire with his approval. He gestured for her to go ahead, to have fun.
Derrek fingered the shoulder strap of her dress, sliding his thick brown digit between the fabric and her bare skin, down almost as low as her right nipple, before bringing it back up. A tease of what was to come.
"You heard the man," he said, humorously again. "So how do you want this go down?"
Reina shyly returned his gaze, then quickly darted her eyes over to her boyfriend. Marco merely smiled back at her.
"I-I don't know," she replied. "I'm sorta new to all this"
"What, to fucking?" Derrek asked incredulously, but still smiling. He seemed to be in on the script for the evening now that Marco had made the terms clear. Which was all just about as perfect as she could have hoped.
Oh my god, I'm going to get pounded so hard by this huge man!
