“Mine, Tiara, mine,” Tyree stated. “I don’t want anyone else but you and I won’t allow anyone else to have you. Come home with me?”
“All right.” Tiara wrapped her arms and legs around him. “I’ll come home with you tonight.”
The lights twinkled on and then off again and again as they slowly made love, deliberately, passionately looking into each other’s eyes.
At the end of the party Tiara couldn’t find her purse. So she instructed Tyree to leave without her. She promised that she would meet him at his house, after she went home to pack a bag for the weekend. Once she kissed Tyree good-bye and saw him off she asked an usher to help her. He led her to a room down the corridor stating that any miscellaneous things—shoes, ties, etc.—that were lying about after the lights came back on were moved to that room. Tiara opened the door; her purse was sitting on the bed. As she stepped into the room to retrieve it, she looked around and noticed that there were no other miscellaneous items lying about, only her purse. Suddenly, the door closed behind her.
“You went to a lot of trouble to get me all alone tonight,” Tiara stated as she turned toward the door, purse in hand. “Who are you?” she asked The Jungle Man, who was leaning with his back against the door. “Let me see your face,” she demanded.
“You know who I am, Tiara—after all, I am your host tonight. Listen to my voice, look at my body, remember my touch, and tell me my name.”
Tiara did as she was told. She listened to his voice. She looked over his magnificent body. She closed her eyes and reminisced about his touch. She opened her eyes and looked directly into his. She smiled an impish smile.
“I don’t know your name,” she lied.
“Yes, you do,” The Jungle Man said ever so calmly as he locked the door. “I know that you’re lying. I always know when you’re lying. You have a choice, Tiara;we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“The hard way!” Tiara said as she ripped off her mask and glared at The Jungle Man. She was thrilled, wildly excited, carnally electrified. She wanted to be taken. Adrenaline pumped through her body as she readied herself for his attack.
“You asked for it! Now I’m going to have to take you by force, just the way you like it, and ruin you.”
“You have to catch me first!”
The Jungle Man lunged at Tiara; however, she sidestepped him. Just as she was about to flip over the bed he caught her by her ankle.
“This was too easy, Tiara,” The Jungle Man stated as he pulled her to him.
“Well, hell…I had a busy night,” Tiara responded, laughing.
“Come on, dear lady, let’s share a shower.”
“Gladly,” she agreed. They continued talking while they undressed and got into the shower. “It’s been a while, Kibryia.”
“Yes, it has,” Kibryia responded as he took off his mask. “When was the last time we saw each other, February of last year?”
“Yes, it’s been about a year and a half. But I have a question for you.”
“Shoot.”
“What are you doing at the same party as Tyree? This party was by invitation only, no guests, which means that you invited him.”
“I wanted to fuck you right in front of him.”
“You almost did.” Tiara laughed. “What stopped you? He was busy.”
“I took my time with you when I shouldn’t have. I wanted you to have a few thrills, to remember the things that we did and talked about the last time we were together.”
“Oh, I remember—and I also remember how many days it took for me to recover. I really don’t think that I can do this tonight.”
“Bullshit! You can and you will. Now get on your knees and suck my dick while I wash your hair, baby.”
“With pleasure, rinse the soap off.” Tiara stroked Kibryia’s dick, helping him wash the suds away. She slipped the head of his penis into her mouth while the water continued to trickle over the shaft. She stopped for a moment and looked up at him. “You know what, I just noticed something…your dick is just as thick as my wrist.” She opened her mouth as wide as she could, being able to take in only about a fourth of his manhood before letting it slide out again. She gingerly licked, sucked, and kissed his cock. She slurped the water off of his dick as if she were drinking from a water fountain; all the while he lathered and rinsed her hair, twice. He applied the conditioner and massaged her scalp while she pleasured him, twirling her tongue over his testicles, sucking them gently one at a time. She licked her way over his shaft back to the head, tickling the tip with her tongue before taking it into her mouth once more.
“Stand up and turn around so that I can wash your back,” Kibryia instructed. She did as she was told. “Brace yourself.”
“Por favor, Kibryia, take it easy.”
“No!” He gripped her hips and worked his monolithic dick into her already swollen pussy. “You should have chosen the easy way.” His authoritarian voice roared. “Don’t pretend that you don’t know me—choose the hard way, and then beg for mercy later, damn it.”