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The Dragon's Whore update
🕑 Added 2020-12-22 23:00:02 +0000 UTCDolls let her drop to her feet. Waverly raced to get him as naked as she was. The bulge of his half-hard erection looked so delicious that Waverly couldn’t help fondling it before she was finished stripping him. Dolls shifted his weight from one foot to the other as Waverly played with his hard-on and pulled down his pants at the same time. When she got his underwear down, he’d achieved an awe-inspiring state of hardness.
His cock was more beautiful than she’d have thought possible—long and thick, at least eight inches, with his balls dangling heavily underneath. Waverly wrapped both hands around his erection, managing to cover most of his shaft, though the big knobby head stuck out impudently. She kissed it, her lips soft, moist, pleasing, while his end of the deal was hot and throbbing and silky smooth. Dolls’ slit was wet with precum when Waverly’s lips touched it and she got the briefest, most tantalizing taste of his essence. It spurred her on.
She squeezed with both hands; he felt so resoundingly stiff that she didn’t think she could hurt him even if she squeezed with all her might. But long before that could happen, a drop of precum seeped out of his tip and she lapped it away hungrily, savoring the bittersweet flavor that exploded into her taste buds.
In another moment Dolls had stepped out of the last of his clothes and taken Waverly to the bed. She kept touching his manhood, her eyes feasting on it while her hands studied its texture, its hardness, its length. Soon she was kneeling before it like a pagan worshipper prostrating herself to an idol.
Slowly, sensuously, she paid homage to him with her mouth. Dolls’ hips twitched involuntarily and his ass lifted, like he was barely holding himself back from shoving deep into her offered mouth. Waverly put her pale white palms on his lower belly, the pressure reassuring him that soon all his desires would be satisfied. Sighing, Dolls sank back down and let Waverly do what she wanted with how big and long and hard he was.
She stopped making love to Dolls and made love to his cock instead, arousing it, stimulating it, and simply finding it delicious. A symphony of feelings that Dolls found indescribably more delicious than a regular blowjob. She started off kissing the underside of his shaft, working her way down its considerable length to his scrotum. As she mouthed the seam in bottom of his member, she held onto Dolls’ cockhead with two fingers and a thumb to keep his length up out of the way, the pads of her fingers exerting a definite pressure on his helmet.
After brushing her lips against the wiry hairs of his testes, she came back up to lap at the underside of his knob, her tongue tracing along his glans and the collar of his prick, before going back down to pull at his hairy balls with her lips. Dolls moaned, but it was nothing compared to the sound he made when she took his bag into her mouth to spend a long, lovely time being sucked and tongued.
Her hand moved in a slow massage on his erection while she nursed his balls. Dolls’ hands ran through Waverly’s hair, patting her head lovingly. She felt his balls growing more bloated in her mouth, as if they were bulging with all the cum they would need to sate such a wanton slut. Waverly let them slip down to hang under Dolls’ groin again. As much as she wanted to be satisfied, she didn’t want it to happen for a long time.
Now Waverly held his prick against her face, mouthing and tonguing her way along the rigid column and back to his cockhead. Dolls sat up, reaching down to her, his fingers petting her silky hair, feeling the bloat in her cheeks as she finally took him into her mouth.
Waverly enjoyed having his cock in her mouth. It was obvious to Dolls, as she wanted it to be—a bright flush coloring her cheeks, the gurgling as she sucked him down into her throat, and the smile she attempted through her splayed lips when he throbbed particularly strongly inside her mouth.
“That feels damn good,” Dolls told her in a choked voice while her tongue ran around his knob. Waverly knew just where to touch it, right at the edges of his glans, and she tongued them exquisitely. Stroking him in a careful rhythm that started with a slow, lengthy caress and ended in fast licking that took him to the brink of orgasm.
Her hand held him at the midpoint of his lengthy erection, thumb stroking one of the veins that stood out vividly from his stiff flesh. She felt the blood in it rushing through his shaft like it was getting more excited with every minute his prick spent in her mouth. But Dolls’ burgeoning arousal couldn’t distract Waverly from giving him the best head he’d ever had. She knew she could have gotten him off then—that her hand and mouth together could turn him into a fountain of cum.
Maybe she should’ve, maybe it would be best for this obligation to be over with, but some part of Waverly… a part she had to listen to… told her to keep drawing it out. She didn’t want this to be just another orgasm for him, no different than those he gave himself with his fist and a skin mag. She wanted this ejaculation to be hers.
Waverly opened her mouth wider and forced more of his shaft in, sucking as much as she could while unable to breathe, so much of him was stuffed into her mouth and throat. She released Dolls’ member, wet and shiny, to stroke it with her hand instead. She kissed at the red lipstick she’d already left ringing his cockhead. With each kiss, she could feel his potency throbbing away; her own pulse was racing as if to match it.
It had been too long since she’d been with a man. Now everything she’d been missing came rushing back: the taste, the scent, the warmth, and the certainty that soon he’d be bulling into her, hard and eager, his cock brimming with a boiling load of cum he had to rid himself of.
Eagerly Waverly licked and kissed and nibbled her way from one end of Dolls’ cock to the other. Her own desire ceased to have any meaning. She only wanted to love his cock with her mouth, to see how many different ways she could suck and mouth him before the inevitable reward of his boiling release.
Waverly’s lips went up and down Dolls’ length, coming at him from a new angle each time, her tongue doing wet curlicues on the taut skin beneath her mouth. She nipped at the tip of his cockhead, just hard enough to prompt a fresh flow of his precum. Then she cupped his balls in her hand, squeezing them lightly to feel the nuts inside his wrinkled flesh.
Dolls groaned at what was being done to him—a similar muted hunger seeped out of Waverly’s lips. She went to where his precum had doused the flared underside of his cockhead and kissed the spot ten times, her lips smacking loudly. Dolls’ prick jerked and swelled against her grip. She knew he was almost there.
Her tongue flitted out, stealing into his opening, a few taste buds able to sample the inside of his cock. That was all too much for Dolls. After the slow torture of her suckling, a fresh surge of sensation like that drove him past the point of no return. He grabbed Waverly’s head and forced himself into her licking mouth, Waverly’s lips gaping open to let him pump himself to the depths of her throat. She felt the first blast of his rushing cum; it seemed to swell to fill her mouth. Her throat gurgled and choked as his cum spurted directly into her gullet. It dribbled from her open lips, Waverly gagging on both cock and cum as the warm overflow dotted her body like drops of melting candlewax.
Dolls drained himself into her, grunting and sighing as every tremor of his orgasm swept through him and into Waverly. She drank it happily, feeling the same warmth that was going down her throat also pulsing between her thighs. That always happened when she really got to enjoy giving a blowjob. She took all of it, drinking it down, then licking her lips of what had run down her chin so sloppily. She’d gone without for entirely too long, Waverly thought, aglow with the satisfaction of having sucked him dry.
No longer held up by the oceans of cum that had rushed through it, his cock went soft in her mouth. Not too soft, though. Dolls was still partially stiff when Waverly let him out of his mouth, and well-sized even with his erection dying down.
Waverly smacked her lips, rubbing herself at her cunt, and laid down beside Dolls. He put one hand on her breast, the other on her stockinged thighs, and his mouth came down on her neck.
“That was incredible,” Dolls said, sounding tired, but also as excited as Waverly had ever heard him. “No one’s ever gotten to me like that before. And I thought you seemed too young to know how to give a real blowjob.”
“I bring a lot of fresh ideas to the table,” Waverly giggled, rubbing his chest and the kinky hair that covered it. “Around here, nice girls don’t go to bed with boys unless they want to be talked about not so nice. So I learned ways of taking care of a hard-on that still keep me off of my back. And only with boys I know won’t brag—what’s there to brag about, getting a hand or a mouth onto your dick?”
“I feel like youhave plenty to brag about right now,” Dolls said, drawing a finger over her slit. Waverly shuddered, feeling her inner muscles sucking at the light touch. She wanted him in her deep, any part of him.
“Of course, it turns out I enjoyed it,” Waverly went on. “I guess the same way some people enjoy cooking a meal even if they aren’t the ones to eat it. Anyway, I’m not a saint, but I managed to avoid getting a reputation. Maybe because Wynonna took all the heat. People just love these big huge contrasts, even when we have so much in common. Champ was the first guy who really got anywhere with me and he never picked up on how good I was at sucking him off. He thought I was a natural.”
Dolls laughed and pulled her on top of him. Waverly’s leg slid across his crotch, her stocking rubbing against his half-hard erection, and she felt it… him… give a jolt. It wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t not hard either. Waverly loved that anticipatory potential.
“I think my erotic memories of Champ have gotten to you,” Waverly teased.
“You could say just about anything and it’d get to me,” Dolls said huskily, twisting her over so she was laying on her back on top of him, his arms around her body.
He parted Waverly’s legs with his hands, then thoroughly fingered her pussy. She writhed around as his fingers entered her, but the way they touched her perfectly stoked the heat and wetness of her pussy. She felt her hips twitch in syncopation with him prodding at how sensitive she was. The smell of her aroused cunt was filling the air, even replacing the musk of his cooling cum. That dragon would just have to take a sniff to know that she was his.
“Your pussy feels real nice,” Dolls said. “But I don’t think it’s going to taste as sweet in a minute.”
“I hope so,” Waverly giggled. “Once I’ve sucked a guy off, I like him to let me know how much he appreciated it.”
“Mind if I have a snack first?”
“Get it while it’s hot,” Waverly quipped, twisting over him and padding over his body on all fours until she was straddling his head, her thighs open for Dolls to enjoy himself between them.
He gave her his mouth vigorously, using every tooth, every inch of his tongue to please her. First he gnawed at the outer edges of her folds where they peeked shyly from inside of Waverly, then he opened her with his tongue. Pushing inside to tickle over the gleaming wetness of her vulva.
Waverly trembled and cooed, then heaved from side to side as Dolls saw she wasn’t too tender for his vigorous cunnilingus—that she welcomed all the pleasure he could give her. He reached in with his fingers to spread her mons, rubbing his fingertips playfully across her mound while his tongue massaged the inside of her. There was no need to search for the clitoris. He could see it right in front of him, stabbing up with bittersweet anticipation. Waverly was feeling very good right now, but from how her clit stiffly trembled, she could feel a whole lot better.
Dolls touched her clit with his nose, hearing her cry out in response, then huff in dismay when he stopped touching it. It was only a momentary pause. Dolls took his tongue out from inside her, ran it up to her little button, licked her there once before taking the bud into his mouth for as much sucking as Waverly could stand.
Waverly’s clit might’ve been delicate, but her body was still begging for more of the pleasure Dolls supplied. Her button grew larger, firmer, and even more sensitive with Dolls’ lips pulling at it and surrounding in. Waverly tried to spike her hips up off the bed, shove her pussy into Dolls’ face, but she couldn’t move. Her body was entirely beholden to what he was doing to her.
Dolls was completely in control, insofar as Waverly was out of control and Dolls could keep her that way for as long as he wanted. And she loved it. Not many men could get her off the way Dolls was now; he was paying her back for every jolt of pleasure he’d felt when she was worshipping his cock, to the point where Waverly almost regretted going down on him. She didn’t know if she could endure this ecstasy the way Dolls had.
A muted cry burst out of Waverly, like a grunt of exertion in trying to take what was happening to her. Her heart was thudding crazily. Her sex twitched, a quick flicker of orgasm. Waverly could feel her juices flowing, sense Dolls enjoying her taste. She wished she could open herself up wider, let him have even more of her essence.
Her cunt ached at the thought of this sensation growing more intense, a delicious ache. She wished the feeling could go on forever. Then it started to quicken inside of her and she wished even more to come. Waverly needed to come, to be completed by the answer to the rushing pulse of Dolls eating her out.
Usually—almost all the time—Waverly’s orgasms would rush, then ebb, then dwindle down to nothing. This one didn’t do that. It got louder inside her, more deafening with every second, and Waverly let out a hoarse, unintelligible cry as the passion she felt grew beyond her. Dolls lifted his face away from her pussy and Waverly saw his smile through the haze that her rapture had made of her eyesight.
