Dana

The dim hallway of Anna’s shared house was heavy with the afterglow of the drinking party, the air still charged from the wild dances that had Alex’s cock throbbing—Anna’s drunken grinding, Bella’s glittery tease, Chloe’s sultry twerk, Dana’s fierce seduction. Anna lay passed out in her bed, her black mini-dress a wreck, her snores soft, her cuckqueen fetish dormant. Alex’s jeans strained against his erection, his body wired from the flatmates’ relentless temptation, their silver, red, and leather outfits burned into his mind. He’d just tucked Anna in when a voice cut through the shadows, low and teasing: “Looks like she’s out cold, Alex. No action for you tonight, huh?”

Alex’s head snapped to the door, his cock twitching, his pulse hammering. Dana stood there, her dark ponytail swaying, her black leather party dress creaking, her toned body sculpted, her small tits tight against the fabric, her nipples stiff. Her brown eyes smoldered with fierce intent, her lips curled in a subtle smirk, her lavender scent sharp in the air. Downstairs, Bella and Chloe were passed out on the couch, their bodies limp, their silver and red dresses askew, the living room a mess of shot glasses and lust. Dana leaned against the doorframe, her leather dress riding up, her black thong peeking out, her pussy’s heat a faint promise. “It’s just us now,” she said, her voice low, a challenge, her fingers trailing along her thigh, lifting the dress slightly.

Alex’s throat went dry, his cock throbbing, his fantasies of fucking Dana in her bedroom—Anna unaware—surging back. Her dance had been a torment, her ass grinding his cock, her wetness soaking his jeans, her moans a demand. “What are you up to, Dana?” he growled, stepping closer, the hallway shrinking, the risk of Anna waking or the others stirring spiking his pulse.

She gave a soft, husky laugh, her fingers brushing his arm, her nails digging lightly, her touch a jolt. “Seeing if you’re as worked up as you looked,” she murmured, her lips close, her breath hot. “Your cock was so hard when we danced, Alex. Felt it pressing into me, begging. Anna’s out, Bella and Chloe are done. Perfect chance, don’t you think?” Her hand slid to his chest, her palm pressing, her eyes locked on his, daring him. Her dress’s hem lifted, her thong fully visible, the fabric clinging to her pussy, a wet spot growing.

Alex’s breath caught, precum leaking, his mind replaying his fantasy—pinning Dana to her bed, her pussy gripping his cock, Anna downstairs. “Anna’s right there,” he muttered, glancing at the bedroom door, his voice a warning, his cock urging him on, his hands hovering near her hips.

Dana’s smirk deepened, her fingers trailing to his waistband, brushing the skin above his cock, a sharp tease. “Anna’s not stirring, and the others are fucking out, Alex. It’s us, alone, now.” She pressed closer, her tits grazing his chest, her pussy’s heat pulsing through her dress, her thigh rubbing his cock, a slow grind. “I’ve been picturing you fucking me, you know. Want to hear it?”

His cock pulsed, her words a blaze. “Tell me,” he rasped, his voice low, stepping closer, her lavender scent overwhelming, his fantasies merging with her offer.

Dana’s eyes burned, her fingers lifting her dress, exposing her thong, her pussy’s scent rising. “I want you in my room, Alex, door ajar, Anna asleep next door. You’d rip this dress off, shove me against the wall, spread my legs. My pussy’d be so tight, soaking for your cock. You’d fuck me slow, deep, your hands on my ass, lifting me, my moans quiet but ****, my body shaking. I’d straddle you, take your cock all the way, ride you hard, my pussy gripping you, your hands on my throat, just enough. You’d cum inside me, fill my pussy, make me tremble, all while Anna’s clueless.” She moaned, her fingers slipping into her thong, rubbing her clit, her body quivering, her fantasy raw.

Alex’s cock ached, his jeans unbearable, her words vivid—her pussy milking his cock, her body pinned, Anna oblivious. “Fuck, Dana,” he growled, grabbing her wrist, stopping her fingers, his grip tight, his eyes burning. “You’re out of your mind.”

She smirked, her free hand sliding to her thong, her fingers slick with her juices. “Am I? Or do you want it? Have you jerked off thinking about my pussy, Alex? I know you’ve pictured fucking me.” Her eyes flicked to his cock, bulging, her tongue darting out, her body taut, offering herself.

Alex’s breath caught, his fantasies screaming—Dana’s bed, her moans, her cum-soaked pussy—but he dodged, his voice rough. “You’re dangerous, Dana. That’s all I’m saying.” His grip tightened, his cock begging, his mind a war of lust and caution.

Dana’s eyes narrowed, her fingers withdrawing, glistening, her dress falling back. “Dodging, huh? I bet you’ve cum thinking about me, haven’t you?” She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, her whisper hot. “I’m going to my room, Alex. Door’s open. Follow me, and I’ll break you.” She pulled back, her smirk fierce, her ass swaying as she strode down the hall, her leather dress a beacon. She reached her bedroom, leaving the door wide open, her silhouette a challenge as she slipped inside, her thong flashing.

Alex stood rooted, his cock throbbing, his heart pounding, the hallway silent save for Anna’s snores and the faint hum of the party’s aftermath. Dana’s open door was a siren call, her pussy waiting, her moans promised, but Anna’s bed was steps away, Bella and Chloe downstairs, the risk a blade’s edge. Follow her, and he’d cross a line; stay, and he’d burn with want. His cock urged him to move, his mind a battle of lust and fear.