****Hi, this is Maria. This is my second submission of my life's erotic adventure. Just a little background about myself. I am Peruvian, moved to the US a few years ago. I am in my early 30s, 6 ft, 140 lb., 34B-24-36. This was an event related to "My First Affair" with a co-worker Nick. My second lover (my first black cock) Dennis knew of my online confession about affair and demanded our experience be told too.****
A few months after we started our affair, Nick found a better job with higher pay at an upscale hotel in Miami. It is a step up for him. He became the supervisor of the front desk staff and has more responsibilities. He also is in charge of house-keeping. I shortly moved there as well.
Because of Nick's position, he is able to reserve a room for us to fuck after work. It is so convenient. It saves me so much time by not having to drive to his home. The commute is shorter as I live in Miami. We have been having sex regularly after work.
Then one day, the security manager, Dennis, came up to me unexpectedly and told me to meet with him in his office after work about some very important security and personnel matters. He said it would be to my best interest to keep the meeting between us. I did not know what to think. Dennis is a big muscular black man in his late 30s, about 6 ft. 5, 240 lbs. of muscles. He is like a football player and body builder. I guess being in good shape is part of his job prerequisite.
When I entered his office, I sat across from his desk. He started by asking some general questions about how I like working there, how long, my interactions with co-workers etc. He frequently glanced over at his computer monitor and apologized for having to interrupt our conversations due to incoming e-mails. He then told me it would be best to conduct the meeting in a guest room so as not to get interrupted as the matter he want to talk with me about was very important.
When I sat across from him in the room, he told me to relax and offered me drinks, trying to make it casual. I thought it was strange. It looked like he had been using the room. There was a big bottle of rum, soda and ice bucket on the table. I took a rum and coke, same as what he was getting himself. He fixed it strong and had an influence on me quickly as I had been working all day and did not eat anything.
Dennis asked me about Peru, how I liked this country, what were my hobbies etc. I politely answered his questions and did enjoy chatting with him. He then dropped a surprise. He told me that as head of security, he had access to hotel booking records and many things that people usually didn't know were tracked, such as theft by employees. He noticed that Nick had been blocking rooms that the front desk staff wouldn't know that there were not paying accounts. He got suspicious and kept on eye on who used the rooms by video surveillance of the hallway. He said it did not take a genius to figure out Nick and I were having sex in the rooms. He had the video tape to prove it. He also knew I punched time clock after I had sex as if I had been working all the time while having sex.
My face turned bright red. I was so embarrassed. He said he could turn me in. The hotel would most likely not only fire me, but would charge me with grand theft since my use of hotel rooms without paying and my time clock amount to many, many thousands of dollars. I could go to jail and have to pay back the hotel. How was I going to tell my husband? I was so scared, shaking with fear. Dennis then said he could help me out by keeping it all secret if I would entertain him. He took a set of black clothes from a drawer -- bra only with lower half cups, garter belt, fish net stockings and a pair of black panties with opening in the crotch area.
"Go to the bathroom. Put these on and then your clothes back on. Come out and strip dance for me", he ordered.
"Dennis, please don't. I am a married woman." I pleaded. I knew what he had in mind.
He ordered me to just do it and not to give him excuse like being a married woman since I was having affair. He just did not understand that even though that was true, it was painful for me and I didn't want to be more unfaithful to my husband. In addition, I felt I would be unfaithful to Nick too.
When I slowly walked back to the room, Dennis had turned on the radio. The song was a good dance song but it was not right for strip dance. I am a good dance but have never done strip dance before. I had only seen some in movies. I would have preferred a slow romantic song. I took big gulps of rum and coke to give me courage, took a deep breath and started dancing. I was thinking perhaps I could get him off with my hands or even my mouth. That wouldn't be exactly another affair. I am not a racist but having sex with a black man is just not a proper Peruvian woman would do. It is hard to explain, it is my culture, my upbringing.
I did the best I could, taking my time to slowly and reluctantly taking my clothes off. I must admit that I got a bit aroused seeing myself in those sexy underwear when in bathroom and now slowly showing myself off in them. That was the first time anyone gave me sexy, sexual clothes like that. Well, except my string bikini but that's different.
Dennis was taking big gulps of rum and coke now, he looked thirsty and horny. His face and eyes revealed he was getting horny, so was his crotch, I took a brief glance at that. To make my moves sensual and a good strip dance (I always try my best in whatever I do), I imagined I was fucking Nick. I sensual gyrated my hips, squatted up and down, thrust my pelvis forward and backward. I danced closer to Dennis, shook my breast inches, my ass inches in front of him. When he tried to reach me, I moved back and told him to wait. Surprising this dominant, bossy man obeyed!
