I put the finishing touches on my makeup and step back to get a good look at myself in the hotel bathroom mirror. "Not too bad..." I say, smiling at my reflection. "This oughta get somebody's attention."
I step out of the bathroom. You're standing by the window, your back to me, wearing only your boxers. "Well, what do ya think?" I ask. You turn to look at me and a broad grin comes to your handsome face.
"You're beautiful," you say. "You're gonna have your pick...every guy in the bar is gonna wanna fuck you! Girls too, I bet!"
I laugh shyly, blushing. I've never seen myself as beautiful, or even particularly pretty, but I must admit that I feel very sexy tonight. I'm wearing makeup, which I don't usually do - not much really, just enough to put a little color in my cheeks and bring out my green eyes; my best feature, I've always thought. My large, soft breasts and full, round hips are accentuated by a very low cut, clingy black dress with a fluttery hemline that falls just above my knees. On my long, shapely legs I wear sheer black fishnet thigh-highs with a seam up the back. I turn around slowly to give you the full effect, stopping to slowly raise the hem on one side, giving you a little peek of my creamy white thigh just above the lace-covered elastic keeping my stocking in place. You groan at the sight and hook a finger inside the elastic, rubbing the soft skin, and pull me against you, kissing me deeply. I smile up at you as you wrapped your strong arms around my waist, holding me tight.
"Tonight I'm gonna watch you suck a big, hard black cock." You say quietly, almost whispering as if you can't believe we're finally going to make this fantasy a reality. "I want to watch you lose control while he fucks you, hard and deep. I want to see his cum leaking out of that beautiful pussy, just before I slide my hard cock inside you..."
You pull me tightly against you again and thrust your hot tongue into my mouth, grinding your hard cock against me. I feel the familiar tingling between my thighs and my clit begins to throb. My pussy is wet with my desire for you. I want you so badly - it takes all my willpower to stop myself from begging you to take me right this minute! It would be so easy to give in to my need, to your need. But we have another agenda tonight and, though I'm feeling very nervous, I'm determined to see it through.
"Sit down in the chair." I demand.
You smile at me and do as your told; glad my willpower is stronger that yours tonight. As you sit down in the chair, I follow the plan, tying your wrists and ankles loosely to the arms and legs of the chair and placing a blindfold over your eyes. I kneel on the floor in front of you and lean in, laying my head on your chest, running my fingers through your chest hair. I breathe deeply, taking in the scent of your body.
"Are you sure?" I ask quietly.
You kiss me gently on top of my head. "Yes, I'm sure." You whisper in reply. "Now go down to the bar and show off that sexy body to all the boys...and girls!"
I laugh nervously and kiss you on the cheek before heading out of the room. "I'll try not to take too long..." I promise. As I pull the door shut behind me I hear you wish me luck.
I slide onto the barstool, smile at the bartender, and order rum and coke - heavy on the rum. I'm incredibly nervous and hoping the alcohol will take the edge off. As I sip my drink, I scan the crowd, looking for the right guy to hit on. I spot a handsome black man directly across the bar...he's looking right at me. I smile shyly and look away quickly. Was he really looking at me? I take a couple more sips of my drink, casually watching people talking and laughing, then carefully steal a glance his way again. This time there's no denying it - he's watching me. I see him call the bartender over and nod towards me as he talks to him. The bartender looks over at me and smiles, nodding. He's strides up to me and says, "The gentleman would like to buy you a drink. He wonders if you'd mind if he joins you."
"No, I don't mind at all." I reply, thinking that maybe this is going to be easier than I thought. I smile across the bar at him as the bartender motions for him to join me.
He slides onto the barstool next to me and introduces himself as Damon. I introduce myself and he asks what I'm drinking, then promptly orders me another. He tries to make small talk, but I think of you upstairs, tied to the chair - waiting. I think of the things you want to see...the things I want to show you. I decide not to waste any time.
"Do you want to fuck me, Damon?" I ask.
He looks stunned and uncertain how he should respond. "I...uh...I mean..." he stammers.
I laugh. "I'm sorry," I say. "I don't mean to be so blunt, but you see I'm not here alone. My husband is upstairs in our room, waiting for me..."
Damon looks completely confused now. "I'm sorry...I see I've made a mistake..." he says as he starts to get up.
"No, wait - you don't understand..." I interrupt, quickly placing my hand on his leg, just above the knee and squeezing firmly. "My husband, well, he likes to watch me with other women." I explain, staring nervously into my drink. "He sent me down here to find a lady I'm attracted to. But I want to really surprise him. We talk about our fantasies. He brings up seeing me fuck a black guy a lot. I'd like to surprise him by bringing you upstairs...and letting you fuck me while he watches." After a long pause, I turn to him. He's watching me intently, probably trying to figure out if I'm full of shit.
"Are you interested?" I say, sliding my hand up his thigh and resting it just below his package.
"Are you for real?" he asks, glancing down at my hand.
"Very much so..." I reply, laughing. The alcohol is doing its job now. "Come upstairs with me and see..."
He smiles. "Does he only watch, or does he participate?" He asks.
"Depends..." I say.
"On what?" Damon asks.
"On you..." I smile, taking his hand and sliding off the barstool, pulling him along with me.
"Lead the way. I'm up for anything tonight..." He says.
"Anything?" I ask, pressing the elevator button.
He laughs. "Anything..." he replies.
The elevator doors slide shut behind us. He pushes me against the wall and presses his body against me as he presses the 'stop' button. He slides his hands and around my waist and down over my soft round ass. "Are you sure he'll be cool with this?" he asks.
"Completely." I reply, moaning slightly as he squeezes my ass and presses his raging hard on against me.