Cindy's POV: meeting Darius

It had been a nice afternoon. Yes, most guys flirted with Cindy, but she was quick to show her engagement ring, or she would thank them in a dismissive way. She was used to everyone looking at her perfect body, especially while wearing tight leggins and a top that looked more like a slighty-bigger sports bra. She secretly loved the attention.

"What do we have here?" a deep voice interrupted her time on the treadmill. She looked behind her and saw a really muscular, tall, handsome black man. We was wearing a tank top and sport shorts, and was evidently looking at her big, bouncy ass.

However, there was something so... masterful about this man, which distracted Cindy just enough to make her trip. The treadmill pushed her back, and she was about to fall when the man reached for her, pulled her as if she were light as a feather, and embraced her in one of his strong arms. Cindy could feel the power of his muscles, and the manly scent he gave off.

"Careful, sexy" The man said with a smirk "I see you've fallen for me already."

"W-what? N-no, I mean... Thank you, for catching me, but... please let me go."

Cindy tried to push him away, but her hands met a wall of muscle on his chest. He didn't move an inch for some seconds, until he decided to. But he didn't let her go, he just stopped holding her, and he let her stand. However, his big, strong hands remained on her waist.

"I've been with tons of chicks, but none as hot as you. I'm looking for a trainer to help me with some cardio only a hot girl cand do. Name's Darius. You?"

"Darius? I... my fiance's boss is called Darius..."

The man looked at her as if analyzing her.

"No way. No fucking way. You're engaged to that piece of white shit? That little pussy of a man?"

"Stop!" She slapped him in the chest, although it was difficult to identify if it was a slap or a caress. "Don't call him that."

"I speak nothing but truth, sexy face. He's no more than a wimp. And I've never been as surprised as I am right know. How come a gorgeous, thick princess like you is engaged to that weak fucker?"

"He's... He's a great, sweet man. Sweetest I know." She tried to wiggle herself out of the powerful grip of his hands, but she did nothing but make her D-cup breasts bounce.

"He's a poor fucker. I bet he'll soon break and kill himself, or something pathetic like that."

"Don't say that...! Wait, what? Why?"

"I know his type. Weak. Wimpy. Pathetic little man. I always make sure I work with the best, but he'sclearly not the best. Not even good. And, even if he does a mediocre job, I can't stand looking at someone that... small haha."

Cindy thought. She was both worried about her fiance, and aroused by Darius. Then a good, horrible idea came to her mind.

"Maybe... Maybe we could... What if you... stop making him feel like that?"

"And why would I do that?"

"Maybe I... I could be the trainer you're looking for."

"I would love that."

Darius lowered his hands onto Cindy's wide hips, and then he pulled her in with ****. She felt almost as if she had ran onto a wall. He was keeping her hips pressed against him, and then she felt it: something big, something hard, pressing against her belly. Big? No. No, no, no, it was huge. Even under his shorts she could feel he had an amazing, huge cock. She remembered Jamal, the black guy from the porn she'd seen some nights ago, when her boyfriend was doing overtime. She remembered how the actress could not stop screaming with pleasure.

Cindy looked up at Darius' dominant gaze. She felt hypnotized. She felt his hand lowering even more, reaching her big butt and squeezing it without any resistance, as if she owned her already. Most guys around at the gym were flabbergasted by it, aroused by the scene, but incapable of doing anything against the man that was Darius.

"I'm a man of my word. Gimme some of this delicious white cake, and I'll leave your little man alone. You know? I feel so generous today. The more you're with me, the better he'll have it at work. I think that's more than fair, don't you think?"

Cindy thought very hard. Was she about to let herself be taken by this big, black, muscular man with a huge cock-YES. Even before she finished that mental question, she was telling herself to accept. Yes, she loved her fiance, but she felt so very aroused by Darius she could not help herself. Besides, it'd be good for him as well. Right?

"Yes. I'll do it."

"Good. Gimme your phone."

He finally let her go, moment at which she sighed. She noticed her face was burning red, but she still handed him her phone, unlocked. He quickly went to Contacts and added his own number. Then he sent himself a message saying "Hello, Daddy", and handed the phone back to her.

"I'll give you today. Maybe you want to talk it out with your little boyfriend. Maybe he likes getting cuck. Send me a text later, and we'll meet tomorrow after work. See ya."

In an instant, Darius pulled her head towards him and kissed her. Not only did she let him do it, but she kissed him back shyly. Then she moved away and slapped her ass very loudly as he walked away.

Cindy could not work out after that. She drove back home, and took a shower as she masturbated thinking about how huge Darius would actually be. This time she didn't call Jamal's name, but Darius'. She came hard. She could only cum by herself, as she was sure she couldn't have an orgasm with a cock. So far, at least.

Then her boyfriend came home, and she happily talked with him.