Dana One Last Ride

The events in this particular story are based on actual events. Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. To the admin: all characters are over the age of 18.

Dana and I had worked together for over a decade. We had been cheating our spouses with each other for two years of that. Dana was one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet. Her heart was as big as her head. She was a people pleaser. Her smile lit up a room. And she was gorgeous. Not only did her smile light up a room, every head turned when she walked in. At five feet ten inches tall she was a tan, tall drink of water. Her brown hair fell across her shoulders and wrapped around a kind, thin face and wide brown eyes. Her 38DDs were wrapped in some kind of tight tops and mounted to the top of a slender body with long toned legs that typically stuck out of some sort of short shorts or tiny skirt. She worked hard to maintain her figure and wasn't afraid to show it off.

She was also naïve and dumber than a bag of hammers. That made her a lot of fun to have around. It made her a lot of fun in bed.

We eventually broke off our relationship and went back our respective spouses. It absolutely broke my heart. We avoided contacting each other for years, but she never left my heart. She was hard one to forget. My family and I eventually left the state and moved to a whole new region of the country. Even though, I wondered how she was doing. There were times I thought, "Dana would've really enjoyed that." Every year I anonymously sent a birthday card. Other than that, I resisted the urge to reach out.

Until a decade later. I had a pretty serious health scare. It was at that point I realized I had some unfinished business. After a lot of digging and research, I finally got what I felt sure was her phone number. I finally texted her a simple message.

Hi Dana, it's Mark. I just wanted to reach out, see how you're doing, how life is treating you. I'd love it if you responded this. But, if not, I understand. I hope you're doing well.

It took a couple of days, but I finally got a response saying she was doing well and asking how I was doing.

Over the next couple of months, we had very short, friendly conversations. It was finally time to see if she was the same Dana.

Hey, I'm planning on being in town in a couple of weeks. Would you be interested in meeting for dinner or something?

I waited a few days, but didn't get a response. Which didn't surprise me. Instead of saying no she'd rather just ignore it. That didn't mean I had to give up.

I'll take that as a no. LOL That's fine, I understand. I was hoping you'd grant a dying man's wish that only you can grant. But I understand.

Two hours later I got a reply.

What do you mean dying man?

CancerIt was true, I'd just gone through a cancer battle. The doctors didn't exactly give me a clean bill of health, but the odds of survival were "good".

Cancer?!

Yeah. They give me 6 months to 2 years. But you don't want to meet for dinner, that's fine. I totally understand.

Well, I guess it would be okay. When do you want to meet?

I have my good and bad days. I'm planning on being there in two weeks. If I'm able to come up there I'll shoot you details a couple of days before.

Okay. Let me know.

I had been toying with the idea of going up north for my class reunion. This sealed the deal.

Two weeks later I was sitting at the bar of the restaurant sipping at my drink and glancing at the door when I saw her walk in. My heart skipped a beat. She hadn't changed a bit. She was wearing a cropped black leather jacket, white V-neck sweater, and a short black leather skirt.

Her face broke into a wide smile. Her eyes sparkled. We met half way and embraced. She melted in my arms. I could feel her heart racing against my chest. I could tell, despite her hesitancy, she still had strong feelings for me.

"You haven't changed a bit," I said with a broad smile. "You look great!"

"I look old," she giggled. "Look at you!" She ran her long fingers through my hair just like she used to. Last time she had seen me I had wisps of gray in my temples. Now I was more salt than pepper.

"Yeah. I look old!" I chuckled.

"No! I like it!" she said, still running her fingers through it.

She jumped when I grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's get a table."

We sat and chatted for the longest time, catching up on the events of the past decade and reminiscing on memories that seemed like yesterday. At first her conversation was short and uncomfortable. But that soon fell away and it was like we'd just seen each other last week. She asked with great concern about my health and gave her what I felt like was a convincing story that I had been memorizing for a week.

As we finished our dessert, I finally looked into her eyes.

I leaned over the table. "Dana, I have a request," I said softly.

"Really? What's that?"

I paused for effect. "Come back to my hotel room with me."

She gasped. "I...I can't! I just...can't!"

I sat back in my seat and smiled. "That's okay. I was hoping you'd grant me one last wish that only you can give, but I understand. I was just hoping that we could be together one last time before, well, you know..." My voice trailed off.

"Oh, Mark," she sighed.

I waved a dismissive hand. "No, no. It's fine. I understand."

She tilted her head. "Mark..."

"No no. I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry. It's fine."

She looked down and sighed. "Okay."

"Okay what?"

She reached across the table and grabbed my hand. She looked into my eyes and gave me a nervous smile. "Let's do it."

"Seriously?"

She nodded. "Seriously." She held up a finger. "Just this once."

"Thank you, Dana. You have no idea what this means to me."

She followed me to my hotel. As I drove, I smiled. She'll wish she'd never gone back to that miserable fuck Dave!

I had intentionally gotten a room on the backside of the hotel just in case she did agree. That way she could park her car away from the street and she wouldn't have to walk through the hotel lobby.

We had barely gotten into the elevator when I took her into my arms, pressed her against a wall, and gave her a long, deep kiss. She was shocked at first, but quickly began to reciprocate. She had the same taste. Scent. Movements. It was as if we had kissed yesterday. She jumped when I reached inside of her jacket and began to massage her breasts through her shirt. Her nipples quickly became erect. She squeaked when I pinched one.

I broke off the kiss and whispered in her ear, "Take off your shirt."

"What?!"

"And bra."

"What?!"

I pulled back and smiled into her face. "Remember Nashville?"

Granted, there had been alcohol involved in Nashville, but it happened regardless.

"What...what if somebody sees?"

"Nobody's going to see."

"Ohmagawd," she huffed as she peeled off her jacket. "You're crazy."

I held her jacket as she pulled her sweater over her head and unclasped her lacy bra. The straps slid down her arms. Then, there they were. The tits I had missed so much. She gasped when my face dove into her fluffy mounds. Soon she was emitting soft moans and her hands were running through my hair. The quiet sound of a zipper filled the tiny box. I pulled her hand down. Her hand was warm when she wrapped her long thin fingers around my veiny shaft.

She pushed me away when the elevator jerked to a halt. Her jacket wasn't meant to zip shut. It was more looks than function. She pulled it as tight as she could while I tucked and zipped. She held her breath as the doors open, then let out a sigh of relief when no one was there waiting. I walked out and she hesitantly followed. The hall split into two directions, 1500-1549 to the right, 1550-1599 to the left. The corner rooms are always larger. And these corner rooms had floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Which way?"

"To the left." I didn't mention all the way to the left. She took a step. "Take off the jacket."

"What?! Are you nuts?!"

"What? You did it in Nashville."

As I mentioned, alcohol was involved in Nashville, mostly on her part. She hadn't taken off her jacket in Nashville. I was sure she didn't recall that. Besides that, whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was a bit of an exhibitionist. She had almost always been the one suggesting to do it in places we might get caught. I was quite sure she was soaking wet already.

She glared at me. "Oh my God," she puffed. "So help me God, If anybody sees us..." she growled under her breath as she peeled off her jacket.

"Nobody's going to see," I said as she handed me her jacket.

"Okay. How far down?"

"All the way. I'm the corner room."

Her head snapped around. "Are you kidding me?!"

"The longer we stand here, the more likely somebody will see you."

She jumped when the elevator dinged. "Fine." She covered her breasts and began to scurry down the hall.

"Jesus! Slow down!" I chuckled.

"No! You hurry up!" Just then a door two doors away from where she was began to crack open. "Shit!" She tucked her head and began to scoot.

A man leaving the room jumped back to keep from being run over by the topless flash that just raced past him. His head twisted between her and I, who was several yards behind her and grinning like a fool.

I held up her clothes as I walked past. "She's a bit of a freak."

He grinned back at me. "Lucky bastard."

She finally reached my door and turned to me. "Come on! Hurry up! Beforesomeone elsesees me!"

I chuckled. "Just hold your horses. I'm coming."

The door clicked open and she jumped inside. She took a few steps inside then spun to face me.

"I can't believe you made me do that!"

"I didn't make you do shit." I tossed her clothes to the side and moved closer. "You did that all on your own." I wrapped my arms around her.

She tried to push me away. "No! I'm mad at you!"

"Why? For suggesting you show off that incredible body?"

"Well...yeah!" I pulled her tight. "Don't try that sweet stuff! I'm mad at you!"

I placed my hand behind her hand and pulled her to me until out lips met. At first, she fought it. But soon she was eagerly reciprocating. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths. My hands worked at the zipper of her skirt while her hands tore away my clothing.

I backed her up until she fell onto the bed. I grabbed the tiny g-string and yanked.

"Hey!" she yiped when the thin string snapped.

"Still shaved and soaked. I like it," I said as I dropped to my knees between her legs.

She shivered when I ran my finger the length of the slick slit. "I can't help it. I get all wet when I'm around that huge fucking cock of yours. Gah!" Her head buried into the mattress when my face dove between her legs. Her fingers went into my hair. "Oh fuck," she moaned. "Mark...no...please...ohmagawd." Generally, she didn't like it someone stuck their face between her legs. She said it "tickled". But, on occasion, she would allow it. This appeared to be one of those times. "Ohmagawd, Mark. That...that feels so good. Ohmagawd," she said with a pleasurable whimper as she squirmed on the bed. "Nobody licks my pussy like you do." She jumped when I stabbed her gash with two fingers and barked, "Gah!"

I jammed my fingers poked her snatch while my tongue slapped her vibrating knot. Her groans grew louder. Her body became more animated.

"Ohmagawd, Mark, you're gonna make me fuckin' cum. Ohmagawd, Mark. Fuck."

In on slick motion, I slipped my fingers out of her slit and jammed one of them into her puckered back door and past her tight sphincter. Her hips lifted so far and hard I'm surprised I didn't sprain my neck.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" she howled. She grabbed handfuls of the freshly made bedspread. Her back arched off the bed. "AAAAIIIIIIYYYYYYEEEEEEE!"

There was absolutely no doubt in my mind the people in the next room and the room above us heard her orgasm. I wouldn't have been shocked if the entire floor heard it.

Her hips bucked into my face while she cried out. I had never seen her cum like that.Dave must not be getting the job done. No shock there.I thought to myself. She told me when we were together I was twice his size. Her girlfriend confirmed she had told her the same thing.

Her juices flowed across my tongue and down my chin. Her hands finally pressed against my head.

"Okay. Stop. Stop!" she giggled.

I pulled my face out and ran my forearm across my chin as I stood up. I grabbed her legs and threw them onto the bed with enough force to spin her around and roll onto her stomach, with me right behind them. I placed my body between her legs and pulled up on her hips until she was on her knees. She brought herself up to her elbows.

She looked over her shoulder and watched me slide forward. "Wait! Let me catch my breath!" she panted.

I shook my head and smiled while I moved forward and held myself steady. "I don't think so."

"Oh no," she laughed until her head snapped back. "Oh FUCK!" she barked when I sliced through her velvet folds and buried myself balls deep. "Oh my God fuck!"

I grabbed her hips and quickly began to pump my hips. "Jesus Christ, Dana. Your cunt is tight as fuck! Dave must not be doing the trick, huh?" I said in a mocking tone.

Her hands once again grasped the bedspread and she bowed her head. "Don't...don't talk...about...Dave."

Her body swayed with every thrust of my hips. "Why not? His tiny little dick must not be stretching you out 'cause you're tight as fuck."

"Stop...stop it."

"You miss this, don't you, Dana? You miss getting fucked like this, don't you?"

She nodded her head. "Yes," she moaned quietly.

"Yes, what?"

"I...I miss...getting...fucked...like...this."

"Like what?"

"Ohmagawd," she wheezed. "Like...like this. I miss...that...fat...fucking...cock!"

I chuckled menacingly. "There it is." She grunted when I threw my hips forward hard. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed off the cheap walls. "I'm gonna stretch this fuckin' cunt out even more than before. I'm gonna ruin this fuckin' thing!"

"Yes! Yes! Ruin my tight little cunt! Fuck! Yes! Ohmagawd! Don't stop!"

"Who said anything about stopping? I'm gonna wreck this shit all night!"

"Oh my God! Oh shit! Yes! Yes!"

I pounded her pussy like there was no tomorrow. I could feel her lithe body begin to tremble. Her muscles began to convulse around mine. She could feel two hot lighters racing up her thighs. She nearly came unglued when I reached around and slapped her raised kernel. Her body stiffened. Her head snapped back.

"Oh FUCK! Oh SHIT! Fuck! AAAAIIIIIIYYYYYYEEEEEE!"

Her body visibly trembled. Her cunt clamped down on my throbbing vein. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Jesus Christ, Dana! You're gonna make me fuckin' cum!"

"Yes! Yes! Do it! Give it to me! I want it!"

She sighed when I pulled out. Much to her surprise, I had the tip to her puckered hole. My jaw clenched. I stroked my throbbing tool like a boy scout trying to light a fire.

"Holy fuck! Grrrrrrrfuck! Gah FUCK!"

Dana yiped when the first blast crashed into her brown hole. A second and third spurt further covered the spot. I placed my hose into the top crack of her ass and squirted out more spunk that rolled down and pooled in the small of her back. I finally slapped my wood on top of her heart-shaped ass, sending specks of white up her back.

"Holy fuck," I moaned.

"The was amazing," she panted. She looked over her shoulder. My hands were dug into her hips again, making sure she stayed in position. "How come you shot it on my butt? You've never done that before."

"Because I want to make sure you're nice and lubed up."

"Lubed up? Lubed up for what?" She felt me press my swollen tip against he coated pucker. "Oh! Wait! What?! Oh shit! You're...you're still hard?!"

I nodded my head with a devilish smile. "Mmmmhmmmm." She didn't know I had taken a Viagra in anticipation of the current events.

"Oh shit!" The panic in her voice was clear. "You...you'll split me in half with that monster!"

"I never did before. What makes you think I will this time? You always loved it in the ass."

"Yeah. Well..."

"What? Dave doesn't fuck this fine ass with his tiny little pecker?"

"Well...no," she said with sadness. She didn't argue about his size. "But..." I leaned in. "Fuck! Wait! Wait!"

"I promise I'll go easy...at first." I leaned in a little more. My tip began to penetrate. "You really need to relax, though, or this'll hurt like a motherfucker."

"I know! Wait!"

She took in deep breaths. I could feel her body begin to relax. Her back door began to flutter. I pressed forward.

She squeaked when my slick head completely disappeared. She gave a low and long growl while my girth slid past her sphincter.

"Fuuuuuuuuck," I moaned while I slid until I was balls deep.

"Oh my God!" she cried out once she caught her breath. "You're too big! Take it out!"

"Too late now," I chuckled. "I'm already in. Might as well enjoy the ride now."

"No! Fuck! It's too big!" I pulled back and slid forward. "Ohmagawwwwwd!"

"What's the matter? Doesn't Dave fuck your ass? You love taking it in the ass," I mocked as I began a regular rhythm.

"N-n-no. He...he thinks he...he's hurting me."

I laughed. "He's such a dumb fuck."

"Don't...don't talk...about...Dave."

"What? You don't want me to talk about his dumb ass while I fuck yours?"

"N-n-no. Please...I...I..."

"I can tell he doesn't tap this ass. It's so fucking tight!" I was gliding at a pretty good pace now.

"Fuck!" she moaned. The tone in her voice was quickly changing. "That's because you're...so...so fucking big!"

"You love having a fat fucking cock in your ass, don't you?"

She shook her head. "N-n-no," she sighed without conviction.

My chuckled had a wicked tone. "Fucking liar!" She yiped when I raked my ass across her ass. "Say it!"

"No! I...I..."

"Fucking liar!" CRACK! YEOW! "Say it!"

"Alright! Fine! I...I love it!"

"You love what?"

"I love a...a fat cock...in my ass!"

"Ha! I knew it!"

"Shut up! Shut up and fuck my ass with that huge fucking cock!"

"I'm gonna ruin this shit!"

"Yes! Ruin it! Oh my God! Don't stop!"

"You'll be begging for more!"

"Yes! Yes! Oh my God, yes! I...I love it! Fuck! Don't stop!"

It wasn't long before I began to feel that old familiar feeling.

"Jesus Christ, Dana! Your ass is squeezing me so hard! Fuck! You're gonna make me cum!"

"Yes! Yes! Cum! Give it to me! Fill me up with your hot cum!"

"You first."

She nearly shot through the wall when I reached around and slapped her buzzer.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" she howled.

I continued to slap and flick her angry kernel.

"Come on, Dana. Show me how a cunt comes with a fucking cock in her ass," I hissed.

"Oh fuck! Yes! I...I'm gonna cum! Fuck! Don't stop! Ohmagawd! Ohmagawd! Fuck! I...I...AAAIIIIIIYYYYYEEEEEE!"

Her lithe body erupted with another massive orgasm that shook the room. Her ass clamped down on my probe like a vise grip. Her body spasmed almost out of control.

"Jesus Christ, Dana! You're gonna make me fuckin' cum!"

"Yes! Yes! Give it to me! Fill me ass up with that hot cum! Do it! Give it to me! I want it! I want it all!"

My fingers dug into her hips. "Jesus Christ! Fuck! Cumming! Cumming! Gaaahhhhh FUCK!"

I erupted inside her convulsing ass.

"Yes! Yes! Give it to me! I can feel it! I can feel your hot cum! Fuck yes, give it to me! Oh my God, it feels so good!"

"Grrrrrr fuck! Take it! Fuck! Take it all!"

The throbbing in my tool finally slowed, so I pulled back. It was like pulling a plug. A stream of milky white spilled out of her significantly gaped hole and began to stream down the insides of her thighs, joining her own significant juices.