0 comments/ 188577 views/ 15 favorites A Dark Night By: story_time In the last hour, the four friends had all felt the stares coming from the table of cute guys at the other end of the bar. In fact, one of the girls, Allison, had wondered out loud how long it would be before one of them came over and tried to hit on them. "What do you care," responded her friend Karen. "You're married. Unless of course you're not feeling married this weekend." All of the girls laughed at the inside joke. A few years ago, one of the women, Trish, had had an affair that she later admitted to the girls. When they asked how she went through with it, Trish had responded that she was horny and "just hadn't felt married that weekend." They were friends since high school and all married, with the exception of Karen. They were currently enjoying a weekend at a desert resort to blow off some steam and get some sun. "Out of curiosity, though, which one were you hoping would come over here," Karen needled. "If you're asking which one I think is the cutest, it's the black guy," Allison said. "And don't get any weird ideas, Karen. I am definitely feeling married this weekend. However, that doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself a little." "Really? You really get turned on by black guys," Trish asked. "I just haven't ever been attracted to one." "Look at him," Allison said. "He's in great shape, tall and well dressed. Then look at how comfortable he is with himself. He just screams confidence and character." All of the girls looked over at the table at once. The black man felt four sets of eyes on him and turned to see who was looking at him. Rather than being ashamed, the girls kept staring. "He is cute," Melinda, the last of the four said while they all continued to stare. "I would definitely not kick him out of my bed." "What would Chris say," Karen said in mock horror. Chris was Melinda's husband and a prosecutor in the district attorney's office. Several times when he had been drinking, he had made very unkind remarks about minorities, especially black men. "I'm his wife, not his slave, and I definitely don't agree with or condone everything Chris thinks," Melinda said. That's his issue and I think he gets like that because of the type of people he is around. Because that black man is definitely not dangerous." After a pause Melinda added, "Unless I'm sitting on his lap." "Melinda," Trish squealed in shock. "I can't believe you just said that." The black man stared at them, trying to figure out what the girls were talking and laughing about. After a while, he raised his glass to them, smiled, and turned around to continue talking with his friends, all of whom were white. As he did, the girls lost interest in the conversation and found other topics to amuse themselves. All of them, however, peeked over every once in a while to steal glimpses of the black man. Twenty minutes later, the girls watched as the well-built black man began walking towards their table. The conversation stopped and all of them just stared at each other, wondering what to do. "Excuse me," the black man said. For a moment, none of the looked up. Then, taking their lead from Allison, all of them turned towards him at once. "Good evening," he said when he had their attention. "You can think of me as an ambassador. My friends and I have run out of things to talk to each other about and wondered if we might combine our two parties to stimulate some conversation." "Sure, come on over," Karen said. "That is as long as you guys are buying the drinks." "Of course," he said. "Chivalry, it appears is not dead," Karen said, "and has appeared in the form of…what did you say your name was?" "Ben. My name is Ben," the man said. "By chance, do any of you girls like to dance?" "Of course," Allison said. "Why do you ask?" "Because I'd like to ask you to dance," Ben said, staring directly into Allison's eyes. There was no mistaking the instant heat that seemed to develop between them. "But no one else is dancing," Allison said, pointing to the empty dance floor. "Even better," Ben said. "I never liked crowds. Shall we," he asked holding out her hand. For a second, they were all back in high school and there were several oohs and ahs as Allison stood up and took Ben's hand. "Are you a good dancer," Allison asked. "Excellent," Ben said. -- True to his word, Ben was a very good dancer and a complete gentleman. They had danced several dances, including slow ones and he had never used the opportunity to try to grope her. However, Allison admitted to herself that even his nonsexual touching was having an effect on her. He had very little body hair and Allison found herself rubbing her fingers along his forearms, captivated by the feel of the smooth skin pulled over tight muscles and the rich brown black color. Even more arousing were his eyes and his voice. The dark skin surrounding his eyes focused her attention and the intelligence and confidence within entranced her. In all honesty, she had never been with a more charismatic man in her life, including her husband, Randi. While she loved Randi, her love had taken years to blossom as she discovered him slowly. Ben, on the other hand, was a presence that revealed everything about him in an overpowering assault from the moment he arrived in a room. His every word and expression only reinforced this impression. "Our friends seem to be getting along well," Ben said, interrupting Allison's daydreaming. Allison peered over to the table where her girlfriends were chatting with Ben's four male friends. Then she looked around, becoming self-conscious again that they were the only one's dancing. "Doesn't it bother you that people are staring at us," she asked. "No," he said. "The ones staring are wishing they were dancing, as well. Besides, I don't mind people watching me. Or was I supposed to be embarrassed when you and your friends were staring at me?" Allison blushed. "Are you always this direct," she asked. "Of course," he said. "It saves a lot of time and frustration. I was attracted to you. You were attracted to me. I asked you to dance." "I'm married," she blurted out. "And I asked you to dance," Ben said. "There is nothing wrong in that. Anything beyond that will, like this dance, be based on mutual agreement without any embarrassment on my part." Allison's already reddened face darkened three shades as she realized that his last statement had been an open invitation to have sex with him, although couched in a way that allowed her to ignore it if she chose. "I think we better head back to the table," Allison said finally. "Of course," Ben said, using his arm on her back to maneuver her back to the table. She did not find his direction or the feel of his hand on the small of her back to be unpleasant and was, in fact, a little disappointed that it didn't take a little longer to return to the table. -- Two hours since they had danced. Since then, Ben had continued to be a perfect gentleman. She had waited for him to make an advance on her but he hadn't. In fact, he had spent the time engaging not only her but her friends in conversation. She found it amazing that he could proposition her and then just leave the proposition hanging. Of course, she should say no and would have if he had asked. However, she kept thinking about it while she waited for him to ask. He was almost intoxicating to be around and she was more attracted to him than any person she had ever met. And, she knew, she could be with him without Randi ever finding out. Her friends would give her some grief, of course, but she knew they would also secretly a part of them would be cheering her on. In fact, the only thing stopping her was her. And, as the minutes passed, she was losing ground to her attraction, she realized. "Ben," Allison said, interrupting his conversation with Trish. "Yes," he said. "Remember what you said earlier about things going beyond that," she asked, begging him to make this easy. "Yes," he said. Damn, she thought. "Well, I might be interested in that," she said. He looked at her for a long moment. Then, he lowered his head and spoke quietly into her ear, "I have a room about a block from here and I would truly enjoy taking you there and making love to you. However, the choice is yours and I am not going to be with someone who tries to back their way into my bed." He pulled back his head and stared at her. "Karen," Allison said, grabbing her friend's attention but still looking directly at Ben. "Yes," Karen said. "Ben and I are going on a walk," Allison said, not breaking contact with Ben's eyes. "I am sure he can drop me back at the house, okay?" "Okay," Karen said, not daring to make a crude remark, once she saw the exchange going on between Allison and Ben. Besides, Karen was too busy fantasizing that it was her that Ben would be with, rather than Allison. -- They walked in silence to the hotel room, never speaking and only infrequently making eye contact. Allison still had difficulty believing what she was about to do. Still, her only doubt came when they passed the concierge desk and she saw the expression on one of the bellhops. His expression said that he knew exactly what was going on and Allison felt incredibly embarrassed and guilty for a moment. The moment passed long before they reached the door. Ben opened the door and she walked in ahead of her. He moved in behind her and wrapped his hand around her midsection, stopping her from moving farther into the room. His other hand moved the hair away from the back of her neck and then his lips were kissing the back of her neck. She trembled from the touch and grabbed the hand holding her. She sighed quietly and began rubbing her body against his. Then, she pushed his hand down between her legs, rubbing herself with his hand until he found the rhythm. As soon as he began playing with her unassisted, she moved her hand between them to feel him. She shuddered when she felt how large he was and how hard he already was. Using only the palm of her hand, she rubbed hard against the length of his penis, reveling in these first moments of intimacy that can never be repeated. "I want you in my mouth," she said as she turned her head to kiss him. His tongue invaded her mouth as she experienced his unique taste. Firsts were always exciting; the first kiss, the first touch. The newness of them, the mystery was almost intoxicating. She slid down his body, turning as she did until she was on her knees in front of her. She fumbled with his belt and pulled his pants down around his ankles. As she pulled his briefs down, his penis sprung out, brushing against her hand. She wrapped her hand around it and began licking the tip, surprised its girth. Randi's penis was long and thin and she could put it in her mouth without having to open her mouth much. Conversely, she found herself licking around the tip of Ben's shaft wondering if she even could get his penis in her mouth comfortably. Her hands moved to his balls and she began playing with them, using her nails to playfully scratch along them and make them swing slightly as she did. The suppressed groans above her told her that she was having the desired effect and aroused her to attempt inserting his penis in her mouth. She tried to pull her jaw open but her teeth still touched him as he entered her mouth. She realized that she couldn't comfortably move her head back and forth, although she could take him in. Unfortunately, she had never been able to deep throat a man and she wasn't sure she could stimulate him. She withdrew quickly, realizing what she wanted. "Fuck my mouth," she said, and then put his cock back into her mouth. Ben's hand moved behind her head and slowly began pulling her head towards her, pushing his cock into her mouth. Slowly, he began to pick up the tempo with Allison fearful that he would choke her if he pushed too far. Still, her entire concentration was focused on the act and she lost herself in his increasingly urgent thrusts into her. His hands turned into fists, pulling on her hair in a way that excited her. And then, she felt his balls tightening, knowing he was moments from coming. He began to withdraw but she placed her hands on his buttocks and pulled him farther into her mouth. In a few moments, he began coming in her mouth. He tasted different and she enjoyed the moment as he continued coming. Then, his hand relaxed and he held her head tenderly in his hands. She wondered what to do now. Thankfully, Ben interceded, pulling her up to her feet. As he did, he grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head in one fluid motion, revealing her body clad only in panties and a bra. The power and grace of this excited her tremendously. He grabbed her in his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down on the corner. Then, she felt as he moved down her body, his stubbly cheek sliding against her skin until he had repositioned himself between her legs. Slowly, she felt his finger began tracing the outline of her lips through her panties. She realized as he did how wet she was. Eventually, he used his free hand to pull them out to the way and lowered his tongue to her. Rather than using the tip, he began to use the flat edge to move up and down above her clit. It was neither delicate nor rough and it drove her wild. She could feel the wetness of his breath on her and the increasing tempo of his tongue as he began slowly increasing stimulation. After a few moments, he had exposed her clit and was swirling around it, sucking it and alternating speeds driving her closer to orgasm. She lost herself and lost track of time as she fought to hold back her orgasm and hold on to this glorious feeling. Finally, she could take it no more and came, grabbing his head and pulling him into her while pinning his head when she pulled her legs together. Exhausted and satisfied, she withdrew within herself to simply enjoy the moment of total happiness. It was then the she realized that Ben was moving positions. She quickly realized that he was going to attempt intercourse and she moved to stop him. Normally, she came once and wasn't able to become aroused again. However, she found herself stirring as Ben loomed above her, running his hand along her stomach and chest. His hand then slipped under her bra and began playing with her breasts, his fingers playing with her nipple. She let out a small sigh as he did. He lowered his head and they began kissing as he continued playing with her breast. Slowly, he lowered his body until his penis began touching between her legs. The feel of it, the heat, excited her and she found herself quickly becoming aroused. She moved her hands to it and began stroking it. In a few moments, she began pulling his penis into her and soon the tip had entered her. She knew that it would hurt since she was not used to the width but she didn't care. She reached around and pulled him into her, almost rejoicing in the painful entrance. She screamed with the sound mixing the agony and ecstasy of the moment as Ben began to pound into her. She continued screaming, intermixing her cries with remonstrations to Ben to keep going or to give it to her harder. She raked her fingernails into his back and buttocks, exploding inside with orgasms. Still, he continued his pace, driving her to exhaustion. Finally, she sensed him preparing to come and pulled his head down to kiss him, thrusting her tongue into her mouth as he came inside her. -- Neither of them moved for a while. Ben was lying on top of her and both were too exhausted to move. For the first five minutes, Allison had existed beyond reality, enjoying only the memory of the pleasurable moments she had just had. Then, she began to think logically again and decided that she needed to leave. "Are you ready to go," she heard Ben say, startled by the sudden break in the silence. "What do you mean," she said. "Do you want me to go?" "No," Ben said, "but you want to. It's okay. I understand and I agree with you that it's a good thing if you get back to your friends now." "You're amazing," Allison said. "But I love my husband." "And I am not in the market for a wife," Ben said. "However, I think both of us found what we wanted." Ben stood up and Allison began to blush as both of them started to dress. A Dark Night Alana walked quickly and furtively down the deserted, brooding street that was Spinner's End. Breathing heavily with each step, she gazed over her shoulder repeatedly, convinced she was being watched. I hate going down this street by night, she thought to herself, why, oh why did I miss the bus? And as she walked she felt a cold chill descend upon her body, like a wave threatening to envelop her. It slowly slid its way up her back; inhibiting her limbs and making each step seem smaller, constricting her breaths to feeble, anorexic wisps and freezing her very heart. Alana was scared, heck, screw that, she was petrified. There was something about this particular street that always creeped her out: apart from the scarcity of streetlights, phonebooths, police or people in general, that is. But for some reason, going down this street tonight just seemed a bit too ... sinister. She was convinced that someone ... or some people were watching her; following her every move; waiting to capture her. Then she heard it. A loud Crack! And before she knew it, she was running away, screaming at the night. She had no idea who or what was following her, and she didn't care, she just needed to get away ... to get home. That was her last thought before she tripped, colliding into one of the few working streetlight poles. Head aching with a sore body to match, Alana struggled to get back up, holding onto the pole for support. At least now I have some decent light, she thought, groaning to herself. Then she surveyed her surroundings clumsily, trying to get her bearings. What she saw nearly made her faint again. The street was no longer deserted. Instead it was quite populated by a group of tall, pale people: men and women; all with looks of either lust or hunger on their faces. And they were slowly getting closer, steadily getting illuminated by the light of the streetlamp. What Alana saw shocked her, their lips were a deep, deep red, being almost crimson. But what scared her most was the sharp white objects which peeked beneath those lips; their fangs. What kinda freaks are they? She thought to herself, but out loud she said, in a more scared voice than intended, "Who are you people?" No answer. Instead they slithered over to her even more quickly, wanting eyes piercing her body while moans of deep need invaded her ears. She needed to escape from them, but she was petrified to the spot. "Please, leave me alone! Don't come any closer!" And with that she attempted to run away from the menacing group, but her head seared with blinding pain, nearly making her collapse again. Thankfully she hung onto the pole, not like running would make a difference. She was surrounded, and these things only got closer and closer. I'm going to die here, thought Anna, her consciousness steadily leaving her, I don't know why, but I'm going to freaking die here. And with that thought her legs buckled from underneath her, making her collapse onto the ground. Clinging to the pole she cried out "Someone, anyone, HELP!!!" But as expected, no one answered; the monster club surrounding her just laughed. Then one of them, a man with exceptionally long fangs, loped up towards her, a wide, demented grin on his face. "Oh, I'll help you alright babe, then I'll help myself to some of your boiling, succulent blood!" he said, only a few feet away from her now. Disgusted, Alana took up the biggest rock she could find, and desperately threw it straight at the man. It never reached his face; the man disappeared altogether. Then she felt a sharp pain to her neck, and a drop of blood trickled down from it as she gasped in pain and surprise. "Good ... we have a feisty one here" the man said, extending his tongue to lick away the drop of blood. She shuddered intensely in disgust. What the hell is he? Alana thought, no one can move so fast. And then she plunged her hand in her bag for her pepper spray but the man stopped her, seizing her wrist and wrapping his arm around her body, rendering Alana helpless. "Now just be a good girl and we won't kill you ... immediately" the man said with a depraved tone of voice, sliding his filthy, scarred hand up her body to cup her breast, violently rubbing the rough fabric of her dress on her nipples. She wailed and struggled, trying to break free from his grasp, but in vain; he was too strong. "Don't worry baby, we'll all take good care of you ..." he whispered in her ear, opening his mouth wide to bury his fangs in her neck. Alana squeezed her eyes shut in despair; not only were they going to kill her, but rape her and God knows what beforehand. Why is this happening to me? Alana thought, hearing the jeering voices of the crowd closing in on her. Her head hurt, her legs hurt, her chest hurt from her assailant's rough advances and now this same freak was about to bury his fangs in her neck. Even now he was squeezing her neck, making it hard to breathe. Alana couldn't take it anymore. Her consciousness, which was steadily slipping ever since she collided with that pole, definitely took a backseat now. Her eyes closed, she gave into the darkness of her mind, her other senses shutting down, helping her retreat far into herself, where no one could hurt her. Meanwhile, the person holding her made strange noises, as if he was angry. But that was trivial. She didn't care now, not even noticing that the man was taking quite long to bite her. She laughed to herself, bite ... what is he, a vampire? And with that last thought, she departed into the sanctuary that was her dreams. * Alana opened her eyes slowly, feeling thoroughly, and strangely ... rested. That's weird. She thought, wasn't I being attacked by vampires a second ago? No, that couldn't have happened. Bringing her hand up to her neck, she felt it slowly; no wound. Apart from that she was unharmed, and her clothes were intact. But she still felt weird. Something wasn't right. Then she looked under the covers for more injuries, but what she saw down there shocked her. Alana was wearing a lace teddy, which just seemed to cling to her body, like a second skin; emphasizing what she thought were her best features: her slim stature, her long, voluptuous legs, her perfectly curved, tight and firm ass and her well-endowed breasts. It also matched her dark caramel skin colour. But what surprised her most was how comfy she felt in it; like a second skin. Wow, she thought, I don't remember going to bed so ... skimpy. And then Alana felt a firm yet gentle hand on her shoulder. As she was about to turn around, she felt the most amazing sensation as this man started to kiss the back of her neck; gentle, delicate kisses, which made her sigh in pleasure, not even noticing when this man wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her closer to him. "Baby, you didn't tell me that you woke up," said the man softly, right next to her ear. Alana then realized who her companion was, and she smiled in amazement. It was Luke, her office crush from floor 21. Somehow, in some way, she was able to get him in bed with her, and judging from the way he was acting, he was enjoying every moment of it! "I'm sorry sweetie, I should've told you ... you're not gonna punish me now, are you?" Alana replied in a silky, sensual voice that was unlike her. And then, she pressed herself onto his body, kissing his chin and his cheek before his sweet lips locked with hers. "Of course not baby, now relax, and let me take good care of you," said Luke, as he proceeded to fondle her, feeling her body in his hands while at the same time caressing her neck with sweet, soft kisses. He then gently blew cold air onto the back of her sensitive neck, making her gasp as her hairs stood up. Extending his tongue, he made contact with her weak spot, making her shudder as hot tongue met the back of her neck, but it wasn't over yet. Luke proceeded to lick her sensitive skin, which responded eagerly to his hungry licking, then to the gentle yet sensual fondling of her breasts and the slow, continuous rubbing of her panties; rubbing the fabric against her swelled clit which sent off fireworks of pleasure that skyrocketed through her body, rapidly reaching her brain which responded instinctively: the result being Alana moaning and gasping erotically, pressing her body into the hands which knew how to turn her on so well. With a boldness that was unlike her, she spread her legs wide, allowing him to sample more of her sacred treasure. Alana didn't know nor care about what had come over her. Wearing such sexy lingerie, rubbing herself against Luke, especially his hard ready cock and moaning so eagerly to his attentions; it made her feel so ... naughty. And to her surprise, this newfound naughtiness made her wetter than she had ever been in a long time. Suddenly she more than enjoyed Luke's touch, she craved it and his body like a desert worn man craves water. As he kissed and worshipped her body, she took hold of his head and seized his lips in a fiery kiss, brazenly invading his mouth with her tongue and enveloping his delicious tongue with hers. Luke moaned with approval, kissing back with the same force and lust, while sliding his sly fingers right where she needed them to be. But she wanted more, no, she craved more. Getting up, she quickly dislodged her panties, while Luke, who noticed the increase in tempo, pulled off the top of her skimpy teddy. Lying on his warm body, Alana moaned as a breeze teased her stiff, erect nipples, which stood atop her C cup breasts like a ripe cherry on a sundae, begging for attention. Taking his hands, she very boldly rested them on her breasts, gasping in ecstasy as those nimble fingers worked their magic; rubbing and fondling her precious globes, plucking and flicking her erect knobs like a fine tuned harp, he composed a symphony of euphoria upon/right through her body; a perfect, addicting balance between pain and pleasure. Moaning intensely as she writhed against his body, Alana took Luke's beautiful face in her hands, seizing his mouth in a fiery, lust-filled kiss while his hands ran over her body, moving closer and closer to where she wanted them to be the most; where she ached the most. Then, taking the initiative, Alana pushed Luke back onto the bed and straddled him, smiling seductively down at him as her breasts poked into his face. "Baby, you know I want more than your fingers down there," Alana said, no longer recognizing her voice as she took Luke's long, thick cock in her hands and slowly stroked it. Luke groaned as she did this, trying to sit up but she pushed him back down, playing with his stiff extension all the while. "No Luke, it's my turn to take care of you now." Alana said wickedly, taking his wonderful dick to her pulsing clit, rubbing it slowly and thoroughly on her aching nub. Alana gasped and moaned as she did this, making herself even wetter as Luke's rubbery cockhead created sweet, electric friction while grinding onto her grateful clitoris. Luke also moaned, as Alana did this, feeling a drop of precum emerge from the head of his dick. Alana saw this too, and in one swift motion, her face was right in front of the head. Looking at Luke with eyes full of lust, Alana slid her tongue up the length of his cock; from the base where his balls and dick connected, to the very tip of his cock, lapping up the drop of precum and with several more licks, the rest that leaked out. And then she circled the swollen, throbbing mass of flesh that was the head of Luke's penis with her hot, wet tongue. "Alana baby, stop that, please." Luke said, groaning in obvious pleasure, "I won't last too long if you keep doing that." "What could you possibly be talking about baby?" replied Alana wickedly, while she slid her tongue along the tip of his cock, "Do you mean ... this?" Alana proceeded to encircle the head of his cock with her mouth, sucking it quickly and hungrily. Luke gasped intensely, shuddering a bit as Alana slid her tongue right underneath his cockhead. It felt incredible, the way she was sucking him. But as soon as she had started, Alana moved her mouth away from his cock. Luke groaned again in disappointment, only stopping when Alana caught his mouth again in an overwhelming kiss. And as she did this, Alana took Luke's hard cock again in her hands and, opening her legs widely, slowly inserted his massive erection into her wet, aching pussy. Gasping loudly, Alana aligned herself to Luke's girth, pushing more and more of it into her throbbing slit. "Oh my God!" Alana gasped intensely, looking down at Luke with eyes full of lust, "You're so much bigger than I thought you would be." "I'm glad that you like it," Luke replied, grabbing Alana's waist while helping her impale herself on his cock, "Your cunt's a lot tighter than I thought it would be too." And then, he pulled her onto the rest of his cock, slamming her body onto his in one swift motion. Alana screamed out loud, gasping as Luke's cock suddenly filled her, bringing a plethora of pain mixed with intense pleasure. But he didn't stop there. Sitting up, he descended onto her breasts, licking and sucking her stiff nipples, blowing and nibbling onto the very sensitive flesh. Alana was unable to speak. The intense pain and pleasure of having her cunt roughly filled, the sharp pleasure emanating from her nipples being sucked; all the while being embraced by this wonderful, muscular, intense lover ... how would she be capable of coherent speech? She couldn't, not like it would matter. Moaning explicitly she wrapped her hands around his head, inviting him closer into her bosom while she subconsciously gyrated on his large extension, enjoying the numerous pangs of pleasure she got from having his cock rub along the walls of her pussy. It was incredible; the way he was making her feel. Alana couldn't believe what she was feeling; closing her eyes as the intensity of the moment fully possessed her. She felt herself go under for a moment; lost in a trance of pure pleasure. Alana wanted it to last forever ... but unfortunately, she surfaced again, with a deep, profound hunger for more. Looking down at Luke, who had stopped sucking her tits so that he could give her a kiss; Alana instead grabbed Luke's head and kissed him passionately, invading his mouth with her snakelike tongue, using it to constrict his docile tongue. After a moment locked in this passionate embrace; Alana promptly pushed Luke away from her, pushing him back onto the bed. She then sat on him; his wonderful cock fully impaling her, setting every nerve on her body on fire. She needed to be fucked by him right now. And so, as Luke placed his hands on her waist; Alana rested her hands on his chest, slowly moving her hips up and down on his cock. The pleasure she received from just that action was extraordinary. But she knew it could get better than this ... way better. So in one swift motion, Alana moved away Luke's hands, trapping them in her while she let her sensual body fly free; bouncing rapidly on Luke's body as she rode him, his body in her control while she held him spellbound with her alluring gaze and erotic form. Faster and faster she bounced, moaning and gasping as her cunt was filled repeatedly. Luke was gasping too, as Alana impaled herself on his dick, stopping only to gyrate on it while using her pussy muscles to squeeze it, like an anaconda constricting his victim. He could only watch as Alana stimulated herself, fucking him intensely with a look of pure enjoyment and lust on her face. But as fast as she was going, he knew he could do better. The more she grinded herself on him, the weaker her attempts to restrain him were. So he patiently waited for her to get close (which at the rate she was going, wouldn't take too long). Alana bounced on him harder and faster, elevating herself to the point that only his cockhead was inside her and then crashing back down with a small scream. Falling onto his body, gasping for air, she kissed Luke intensely, rolling his thick cock around in her pussy while kissing him, making her moan in his mouth. "Oh baby, I'm sooo close for you" said Alana in a heavy, soft sensual voice, "Your cock feels so good inside me. I don't know how much longer I can last." "Then I'm gonna take over now." Luke replied wickedly, easily breaking his arms out of Alana's grasp, to her surprise. His hands latched onto her butt, making Alana gasp in shock and pleasure, as he promptly brought her back down to his cock. And then, sitting up in the bed with his arms around Alana's waist, he rocked ... no, he demolished Alana's world. Passionately pounding into her body, Luke rapidly brought Alana close to the edge, threatening to topple over. With his hearty gasps invading her ears, her feminine moans reverberating through her body, and her arms and legs securely wrapped around his body, nothing stopped him from bringing her the greatest pleasure imaginable. And as her moans and gasps became more and more frequent, Alana knew she couldn't hold back any longer. She willingly cast herself over the edge, screaming all the way as she landed into an ocean of bliss. It was beyond words. All she could do was cling onto Luke's body like an anchor as she screamed; her juices pouring out of onto his body while her cunt sporadically clenched Luke's cock, squeezing it more and more strongly with each squirt. And eventually, that heavenly moment passed. Collapsing onto Luke's body, Alana just lay there; slowly regaining full use of her senses in between gasps for air. Luke held her close to his warm body, kissing her and sliding his hands all over her as she rested. Moaning softly was her response, smiling up at him and kissing back while she got more comfortable in his arms. But after a much needed reprieve she noticed one key detail: Luke's cock was still inside her, and it was still very hard. "I'm sorry baby, didn't you get to finish?" purred Alana, turning her body around so that her back was now lying on Luke. The foreign object inside her made her "adjustment" quite pleasurable, to her delight. "No sweetie, I didn't, but its ok. I was just making sure you were satisfied first," Luke replied, groaning a bit when she moved. "Well, you satisfied me really good, and I mean: reaaaallly good" Alana replied. "Then it's a good thing I'm not finished. It's time I started round 2." Luke said, making Alana giggle as he wrapped his arms around her waist to start again. Alana knew she was going to enjoy this alot. Luke knew exactly how to turn her on ... and then some. She knew he was going to make all her sordid fantasies come true ...