The After Party

Aimee woke up the next morning, her body still tingling from what had occurred the night before. She tried to put the jumbled pieces of last night back together in her mind, but her brain was throbbing. The last thing she remembered was the amazing dream she'd had last night. In it, her virgin body was being ravished by a dark and totally gorgeous man. Aimee sat up in the large bed and as the sheets fell around her waist, she realized she was totally nude. Shocked, she looked around the room she was in and realized that she had no clue where she was.

She heard the shower running from behind the closed door across from the bed, but she didn't even know who was in there. Aimee noticed her dress, bra, and panties neatly folded on the chair across the room and so she quickly slid out of the bed to get them. Just as she did, the door to the bathroom opened and out stepped a tall black man with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His muscular chest and flat abs were sprinkled with water and his towel bulged a bit in front from the size of what lay beneath it.

Aimee gasped, crossed her arms across her chest and stared open mouthed at the beautiful man smiling at her from the doorway. It hadn't been a dream after all, she realized.

"Good morning, sexy." he said striding toward her. "I left the shower running so that you could freshen up before we went to breakfast." He leaned over and kissed her on the lips lightly, one hand running down her back and over her full bare ass.

Aimee, still in shock, just looked up at him dumbfounded. He grinned and put one hand flat on her back and pushed her gently in the direction of the bathroom. "Shower gorgeous, then I'll take you to get some food. I know after last night, I'm starving." He winked at her and slapped her lightly on the ass before walking out of the room.

Aimee grabbed her clothes and darted into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She leaned against the sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was wild and tangled around her face which was as white as a sheet. Her full lips were even fuller because of the sucking and kissing that had went on all night. Her neck was bruised slightly, and a tremor ran through her naked body as the memory of his biting flashed through her mind. Finally, she climbed into the steamy shower and stood under the pulsating water, wondering what to do next.

Fifteen minutes later, she heard him knocking at the door of the bathroom, asking her if she was alright. "Yes," she called out, reaching down to turn off the shower. "I'll be right out." She climbed out of the tub and wrapped the large towel that he had laid on the sink around her body. She looked at her dress and heels and realized that she couldn't put them on if he was planning on taking her to breakfast. She'd look like a hooker. That was a perfect excuse to get out of it she told herself. Opening the door, she was once again shocked at the view. The man who's name she didn't even know was standing with his back to her, pulling on sweats. His perfect, chocolate coated ass was all she could see.

He stood up and turned around, sliding the red sweats up over his ass, catching her staring. Grinning, he walked over to her and pulled her towel clad body against his. "Like what you see?" he asked, leaning down to nibble on her neck. Aimee pulled away and eased her body around his.

"I can't go to breakfast with you," she said. "I can't wear this dress to a restaraunt. What will people think?"

He smiled and then went to his closet. He pulled out a pair of white sweat pants and a matching hoody. "These are my sister's," he stated, tossing the clothes on the bed. "You can wear that. And I think she left her Adidas over here too. Put that on." When he saw Aimee's hesitation he crossed the room and once again pulled her against him. "What's wrong?" he asked, his big hands sliding down to cup her ass through the towel. "Don't wanna be seen with a brotha?" He asked the question half jokingly, but Aimee caught the serious edge to the question.

"It's not that," she started to say, but he didn't let her finish. Instead he pressed his lips to hers and began kissing her slowly. At the same time, he guided her back toward the bed. Aimee felt the backs of her knees hit the edge of the mattress and she stumbled a bit, losing her grip on the towel. Marc took the opportunity to pull the towel away from her body and toss it onto the floor. He ran his hands up and down her body, stroking her ass, up over her back, and then down around her breasts, carressing them lightly. Her nipples stiffened under his palms, and he moved his lips down from her mouth to take one erect nipple into his mouth. Aimee moaned at the feeling of his wet tongue lapping at her breasts. His hand was kneading the other breast and she was almost unable to breath. Marc pushed gently on her shoulders until she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You remember this?" he asked as he knelt in front of her. Instead of being gentle this time, he grasped her knees and pulled her legs apart roughly. He slid his hands under her knees and pushed her legs up toward her shoulders, her pussy blossoming before him like some exotic flower. Aimee blushed as she felt herself so exposed to his gaze, but she felt no desire to fight back. As a matter of fact, a weird thing was happening. She could feel her pussy getting wet. Marc bent his head and buried his mouth in her open pussy, his lips wrapping around her clit and sucking. Aimee screamed at the feeling and her hips bucked off the bed and pressed her sopping pussy into his face. Marc licked, and sucked, and nibbled on her clit, sliding two fingers deep inside of her, feeling how wet she was as her pussy closed around his fingers.

Aimee moaned and pulled the sheet into her mouth, biting on it to keep from screaming again. She'd never felt anything like this in her life. The feeling of his mouth on her clit and two of his long fingers inside her was unbearable. Just as she was about to come, she felt everything stop at once. She cried out in frustration and pushed her hips back up toward his face.

"No no," he said, "I wanna do something different." With that he grabbed her by her hips and flipped her onto her stomach. Using the backs of her thighs, he pushed her onto her knees, so that her face was buried in the mattress and her perfect ass and dripping snatch were right in front of his face. Aimee moaned in embarrassment at the open position, but the moan turned into a groan of pleasure as his face once again buried itself in her pussy, this time from behind.

Marc held onto her thighs as he licked her pussy from the back. Her cum dripped onto his tongue and then down his chin. This girl is a real creamer, he thought to himself, as he lapped at her wetness. He pushed her thighs apart a bit more and slid his tongue along her slit, flicking over her clit. Aimee gasped and pushed her ass back onto his face, wanting to feel his tongue on her clit again. He obliged and licked her clit over and over again. He slid two fingers back inside of her and began pumping them in and out as he sucked on her clit. Aimee began moaning louder, her movements becoming more frantic as the orgasm approached. Marc moved his face up and slid his tongue along her slit, over the place where his fingers disappeared inside of her, and up into the crack of her ass. Aimee trembled as she felt for the first time a tongue pressing against her anus. She cried out as his wet tongue licked her asshole while his fingers pushed deep and hard inside of her. She wailed out as her orgasm crashed over her. He felt her pussy pulsing against his fingers as her come splashed out of her pussy and over his hands.

With that, Marc stood up and ripped his sweat pants off, his hard cock springing out and slapping against her thighs. He guided it into her soaking pussy and shoved hard, the whole 10 inch shaft filling her tight, hot cunt in one thrust. Aimee tightened her pussy walls around the thickness inside her and came again. Marc groaned and grabbed her hips, beginning to thrust in and out of her forcefully. He watched as his shiny black cock slid in and out of her tight white pussy. It wasn't long until Aimee was pushing her ass back at him wanting to feel every inch she could. Marc smiled and stopped moving, letting her do the work. He loved the way her ass jiggled as it slapped against his thighs, his cock buried up to the hilt inside her. He leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her up onto her hands.

"You like this?" he asked as she pushed her ass more frantically against him.

"Mmmm hmmm..." she moaned out, loving the feeling of his dick inside her and her hair being pulled.

"Say it. Tell me how much you like this big black dick inside of you. Tell me."

Aimee hesitated, but when she felt him pulling out, she cried, "I love it, I love it! I love your big black cock inside of me. Don't take it out, please don't!"

"That's better, " he responded, and began pounding into her for all he was worth. Aimee felt it happening again and started whimpering, muttering under her breath, "I want that cock, give me that big black dick!" Marc couldn't handle hearing the little white girl crying out for his dick and he began coming inside of her. When Aimee felt his dick throbbing inside of her, and the hot cum splashing off the walls of her pussy, she began to come too. They both came together and then slumped in a sweaty pile on the bed, his muscular chocolate body on top of her thick, white one. He wrapped his arms around her again and pulled her back against his chest. Pressing his face against her sweaty back, he said, "I think we're gonna have to shower again."

To be continued......