Presidential Suite, Sweet Pleasure

You followed after Alana as she strode sensually towards the stairs, almost mesmerized by the sway of her hips. You momentarily wondered why she was going to use the stairs instead of the elevator, until you started watching her ascend. You were glad she'd chosen the stairs, as she was a couple of steps up them from you as you continued to follow her. Those extra steps put the hypnotic movements of her ass at nearly eye Each step she took on the stairs caused the most magnificent shifting beneath her dress.

She led you up several flights of stairs, confident that you would follow her wherever she led right now as she glanced back and saw the look of desire in your eyes. She exited the stairwell only once you had reached the top floor of the resort, one floor above the Honeymoon Suite you were staying in with Sarah. She continued down a hallway to a room with double doors. She stopped at the doors, turning and leaning back against them seductively.

Alana's voice suddenly dropped to an almost seductive whisper, her lips curling into a smirk. She traced a finger sensually over the curve of her breasts and into her cleavage as she spoke. "This room is reserved for only the wealthiest or luckiest of guests," she purred, her gaze burning into you like fire, "and you are definitely a lucky boy, because I'm about to give you a service no money could buy."

Alana then gripped you by the collar as she used one of her long and sexy legs to push the door open behind her, having apparently unlocked it with one hand while tantalizing you with the other. She pulled you through the door as she walked backwards into the room. She pulled you closer to her, pulling your head down into a passionate kiss that made you crave her even more. You were so fixated on Alana that you barely noticed the opulence of the room you'd just entered.

She breaks the kiss, steps back and stares deep into your eyes. Her hands travel down to her neck where she pulls undone the strap of her dress, beginning to slide it down her sexy body. Beneath the fabric there is nothing but silky smooth skin for you to admire. Sensually she slides out of the dress, a teasing smirk playing on her lips as she reveals her nude body. Every inch of her glistens in the soft light, calling out to you. The immense bed in the center of the room becomes her destination and with graceful strides she climbs onto it, crawling on all fours towards its center. She looks over her shoulder at you, inviting you closer with a provocative gaze.

"If you want this, get naked and get over here," she says in a sensual voice.

You wasted no time in undressing yourself, **** to feel the silky smoothness of her skin on your own. You strode towards her, climbing onto the bed with an intense hunger for her. You couldn't believe you were going to have sex with the gorgeous concierge in the most luxurious room you'd ever been in.

She is still on all fours, her ass thrust in your direction. Looking back at you her eyes move from your eyes, to your already erect cock, and back to your eyes. "I can see you're eager for me you good boy," she purrs, "now why don't you make sure I'm nice and wet and ready for you, Mr. Johnson?" As she speaks she rolls over onto her back and spreads her legs wide before your eyes. You manage to tear your eyes away from her round and luscious breasts now before your eyes to look down at the feast that is between her legs, waiting for you.

Your lips plunge down to her in a fervor of passion, lapping at her warm folds hungrily. Your tongue swirls around her clit, coaxing out primal moans of pleasure and heady trembles. The wetness between her legs only propels you further, your tongue flicking faster and more intensely as the taste of her wondrous ecstasy floods your senses. You can feel the heat radiating from your cock as it throbs and pulses with desire for her. She gasps out loud and grips tight at the sheets as tremors of delight course through her body while you savor every inch of that tender flesh. Wave after wave of pure pleasure surges through her as you lavish attention on all the right places.

Alana's body shudders under the waves of pleasure as an explosive orgasm erupts within her. In a grip of passion and desire, she tightens her fingers in your hair and pulls your head away to stare deeply into your eyes. "I need you inside me," she pants desperately, before commanding in a voice full of intensity and power, "NOW!"

You begin to climb up over her body, until you are looking deeply into her eyes. She wraps her legs around you and you feel her tight wet heat gripping you. You can’t help but to moan from the pleasure as she holds nothing back and passionately kisses you with her sweet breasts pressed tightly against your chest. Then without warning her primal energy takes over as she rolls you onto your back and seats herself atop you, taking every inch of your cock inside her. Her hands grip yours and pull them firmly to her breasts as she begins to move in a wild abandon, her hips bucking wildly, shaking the bed beneath you. You are lost in a haze of pure pleasure.

Your hands roam her body, exploring every inch until they come to rest at her breasts. You feel their heat radiating onto your skins as if the sun itself were touching you. Her curves are perfect, so round and inviting that you can hardly take it. Your touch seems to electrify her, as she moans deep in her throat and begins to move more ardently against you. Every thrust brings with it a rush of pleasure so intense that neither of you can hold back anymore. Lost in a whirlwind of sensations, reality fades away and all that exists is the pure bliss between the two of you.

Your bodies quake and shiver in delight as every nerve ending screams at the delirious pleasure coursing through you. Your hearts beat to a crescendo of pleasure as you both drip with sweat, lost in a fervent passion that transcends all boundaries of normalcy. The fact that this woman is not your wife adds fuel to the fire of ecstasy burning within you, pushing it over the edge. Alana screams out in orgasmic release atop you, and seconds later you unload deep inside her. You feel Alana collapse against you, her body quivering and shaking like a plucked bowstring against yours until nothing else matters besides the elation that fills your senses. The sweet sensation continues even after the moment has passed, leaving you blissfully enraptured by each other's embrace.

She does not remain in your embrace for long before rolling off of you and going over to where your clothes and hers are piled on the floor. To your surprise, instead of picking up her dress she's picks up your shirt and boxers. She slides your boxers up her legs, which are much more slender than yours before buttoning your shirt on over her torso.

"These will be my souvenirs," Alana informs you, seeing the confusion at her actions mix with the desire for her in your eyes, "my dress can be your souvenir. I wouldn't recommend wearing it, you'd look a bit ridiculous in it, but I'm sure you can make it back to your room with just your pants." She then looks down at the shirt and boxer shorts she's now wearing with a smile, "I think this is all I'm going to wear for the rest of the day. That way I'll smell like sex and you, Mr. Johnson."

With those words she heads towards the door, stepping part way out of the room before looking back at you. "The room is booked soon by the way, housekeeping will be here in about 5 minutes. Pity they didn't arrive while we were still at it," she says with a look of arousal and amusement, before disappearing out the door.