We arrived back at the Hotel from the wet, exhilarating karting at the Raceway, drenched clothes through from the rain. Quick showers to freshen us up, Jane emerging radiant, Tarzan sharp and ready. Dressed glam for the evening: Jane wearing a stunning beautiful black dress that draped over her seductive red lingerie set. Tarzan in a crisp shirt top button undone and trousers that framed his ass perfectly.
We headed to the elegant Restaurant, where Jane relished a perfectly cooked sirloin steak, juicy and flavorful, while Tarzan savored the tender roasted duck. For dessert, Jane indulged in rich cheesecake, and Tarzan cracked into a crème brûlée, its caramelized top fire-hot, just like Jane.
Excitement simmered as we'd arranged for James, FAB Single Male heavily verified so must be reliable right? Wrong!!!, 9pm came and as planned Tarzan was in the bar with a drink in hand, Jane upstairs in the room, black dress ready to unveil the red lace temptation beneath, towels already spread on the bed for the messy fun ahead. But James ghosted completely, no word despite his active, verified profile, leaving Jane pacing in frustrated anticipation.
Tarzan returned to the room to scan the app for a last minute candidate, great he found a local guy, Tom and en route within the hour. Plan rebooted, 11pm came and Tarzan back downstairs, Jane waiting eagerly in the room, sitting, lying, standing, curtain twitching and pacing back and forth. Tom's arrival dragged—endless traffic, then parking hell requiring a long driveway walk on foot. Finally, the knock came and Jane opened the door, still wearing that sexy black dress with cleavage bursting out. Tom entered the room, shoes off and sat on the end of the bed the pressure nuked him, panicked babble, nothing she said could reassure him and just like that he swiftly exited, abandoning her frustrated and pussy untouched. She sent Tarzan a message to let him know she’d been abandoned.
Tarzan drank up and returned to the room, as he entered his eyes staring at her with dominance. "Naughty slut, craving another man's cock?" he snarled, slamming her onto the readily prepared towel covered bed, black dress discarded, red lingerie exposed. Hands gripped her throat lightly as he bit her tits hard sinking his teeth into her soft flesh, leaving marks. He rolled her slightly to exposed her ass cheek just enough so he could Smack that perfect round ass "This is what you get for being a naughty whore”.
His hand scanned over her body until he reached her thong, “Who’s going to be a Good Girl for Daddy," he commanded, as his fingertips danced over her clit light circles to start before furious rubs had her gripping his arm while she let go the first squirt of the evening, hand exploring further down he plunged two digits deep inside her to stroke her G-spot. “No, No, No she screamed as her pussy gushed out another wild squirt leaving the towels soaked, her pussy was now hypersensitive and left throbbing from the onslaught, her body arching in relentless orgasms.
Tarzan grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back and guiding her gasping mouth to his rock-hard bell end. "Suck it, naughty slut," he commanded, sliding his cock deeper, inch by throbbing inch past her lips, over tongue, down her throat as she took it deep, thrusting into her mouth while whispering: "Who's a good girl for Daddy?"
Satisfied with her submission, Tarzan positioned his thick cock at her soaking wet pussy, gently nudging it in to her, sliding in inch by inch as her walls wrapped him with a vise-tight grip, her pussy now pulsing greedily. Her Eyes were locked as he ramped from gentle to savage thrusts, harder and harder, slamming balls against her ass, her eyes were rolling back, legs shaking uncontrollably and moans that echoed the room. He rolled them over, pulling her on top so he could admire her body and tits as she bounced furiously on his shaft like she owned it, leaning back to ensure his bell end battered her g-spot.
"Enough!! you're not in charge," he growled, flipping her over. Face mashed into the sheets, he yanked her hips backward, ass arched perfectly, pinning her arms behind her back in an iron grip. Cock guided deep from behind inside that warm worthy pussy, with his other hand he spanked her ass, sharp cracks punctuating each cheek “who’s been bad and needs punishing” he then unleashed hell hitting her harder, ramming her deeper, stretching her wrecked hole, her pleasure-screams muffled as orgasms ripped through her. His Balls tightened and with a roar, he buried his cock deep inside her emptying his balls.
Jane collapsed shaking, sore, soaked, breathless, pussy wrecked, his cum dropping out of her. She felt completely owned and every throb was a reminder that in Tarzan she could rely and he would always own her pussy. |
