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The Girl with the Angry Dragon

2/15/2011

I'd heard the 'pop' of champagne cork often
before, but tonight it was remarkably more of an aphrodisiac
than I was used to. The white, frothy liquid began to overflow
from the bottle, almost to foreshadow the night's
coming attractions. Yes, it reminded me of a nice big cock
releasing its creamy white after sucking it, gagging on
it, and jerking it off for an hour or two.


We stood in my open kitchen, toasting the night by clinking
our champagne flutes together and slowly made our way to
the balcony of my luxurious penthouse, overlooking the
night skyline. The toast was his idea, the night was unremarkable
to say the least in my eyes. He was a self-centered loser
with no career who thought he was God's gift to women.
Tonight was our first date and was so sub-average it would
normally have been our last. He was no Prince Charming.
Far from it in fact. I had selected the city's most exclusive
restaurant and was disappointed to see him show up in dirty
jeans and a cheap sweater that looked like he bought it in
K-mart. I, in contrast, had spent hours earlier waxing
my legs, my pussy, and looking just perfect in my revealing
designer dress.


The rest of the night was downhill from there, drab conversation
that was less sparkling than the champagne I was sipping
on. But I didn't care. Now, standing on my balcony,
we both knew I was going to let him fuck my brains out.


As we helped ourselves to the last few drops of expensive
champagne, he decided to make his move. He walked up behind
me taking the bottle from me and putting it behind him on
my deck table. He brushed his hair away from my face and began
whispering in my ear. "I never got a chance to show
what you in that dress does to me." I felt his hot breath
on the nape of my neck, which he began to succulently kiss.
He ran his free hand down to my waistline. I could feel how
much he liked my dress. I instinctively stuck my butt out
a bit more to press against his throbbing head. Damn, this
boy was hard. I was ever hopeful the evening could be salvaged
by a big cock for me to choke on and fuck.


I shot back the last of my champagne and placed my glass next
to the bottle on the table and turned to face him. He followed
suit and soon our two hands were free to grope each other.
He lent in and kissed me...poorly, though I'm sure
he thought it would have been enough to make me wet. He was
right unfortunately, but only because of how lousy my sex
life had been lately. I needed cock. Any cock, and my drawer
full of rubber dildos just didn't cut it any more.


I led him back into my penthouse, trying to get his horrible
breath out of my mouth but we didn't make it further
than my open living room. He pinned me against one of the
several marble pillars and began to kiss the back of my neck
and thrusting his cock into my ass. I couldn't help
but let out a little girly 'yelp'. My head was turned
to the right and we were kissing, me arching my back to access
his tongue. Better than a few moments ago, but not the7 best
I've ever had by far.


I turned to face him and let him lift my right leg up. The slit
in my dress exposed my entire bare, perfectly waxed leg
to him during our hotter kiss. He took advantage of the opening
and pressed himself in between my legs. I felt the large
mound in his crotch against my bare pussy. I don't wear
panties when I expect sex. I grew increasingly aroused
knowing the only thing separating his cock and my dripping
wet snatch was the stained jeans he was wearing. I wrapped
my arms around him and he hoisted me up by my butt and pinned
me against the pillar with my legs wrapped around his waist.
I gasped, louder than before, as he began to dry hump me.
He sucked my neck and kissed me under my chin, Some of my favorite
erogenous zones, other than the spot where his penis was
desperate to penetrate.


"Mmm I know how much you want me baby, your wish will
come true soon" he muttered as he began to dry hump
me further. I wriggled my large breasts out of my strapless
dress and without hesitation it slipped down to expose
my perfect size 36 C-cup titties. Normally his comment
after such a lackluster date would have dried my pussy up
faster than you can say 'creampie', but I needed
to be fucked.


I slid my left leg back to the ground, the four inch stiletto
echoing in the large penthouse as it made contact with my
stone tile floor. My right leg was now slung over his left
shoulder and I could feel his cock shaft against my aching
pussy. Noticing my perfect tits for the first time, he let
out a caveman grunt like it was feeding time. He went for
my left nipple first...maybe because it was pierced. I
groped around and found his belt buckle and began to undo
it as he sucked on my left tit. His thrusts began to wane.
This boy wasn't a multi-tasker, but he was hitting
the spot. He pulled away and offered me the opportunity
to pull his cheap-ass sweater off him. My dress was now scrunched
up around my waist...the bottom hiked up as he dry fucked
me and the top slunked down underneath my hard exposed nipples.
My hairless pussy was glistening in the romantic ambiance
and dim light. I took his undershirt off and pulled his head
into me over my left shoulder. He thrust harder now with
one hand over my right breast, squeezing and massaging
it as he thrust into me more. My chin was over his left shoulder
and I used my free left-hand to undo the button on his Levi's
and unzip him. His thrusts were strong enough to drop his
pants around his ankles almost instantly and I was rewarded
with a sudden warmth between my pussy. It was his cock, he
had no underwear on either and his shaft was rubbing deep
into my slit, spreading the lips, allowing the underside
of his erect penis to rub against my clit. An erotic aroma
began to fill the room, or at least our vicinity of it. It
was my pussy. It was hungry for some action and was very self-stimulating.
Don't tell me that pheromones don't work.


I wanted him to just end my suffering and just pound me with
his cock, but this boy had seen enough porn to know that he
liked being sucked before he fucked. He moved back and my
right leg came down off his shoulder. I let my dress slip
off around my stilettos and I kicked it towards the fireplace.
I moved around my couch, knowing he was admiring my perfect
body in all its glory in the dim light of my penthouse. He
came around the other side of my couch and I squatted down
to come face to face with his throbbing penis. seeing it for the first time I grew irritated. He
was 5 inches at the most. I was going to be fucked by a boy,
but I was too horny to stop now. I looked down at my perfectly
hairless pussy and got turned on to see myself dripping
small puddles from my vagina. He grew impatient and thrust
his short cock into my mouth. I slapped his flabby abdomen
and gave him a dirty look as if to say 'I'll do it
myself'.


'Suck my big cock, bitch' I was too irritated...and
horny to argue. I jerked him off slowly and began to lick
his cock. He tasted like urine and smelt like rotten fish.
I was fucking a slob. I wrapped my lips around his warm cock
and even after realizing his girth was sub average, did
my best to pretend to enjoy it. "MMMMMMMMMM"
i muffled as I slowly sucked him harder and harder, threatening
to rupture the capillaries in his micropenis. I deepthroated
him, a remarkably easy feat, and even opened my mouth wide
allowing him to throat fuck me. I sucked him harder and harder
with increasingly voracious appetite and desire, making
sure to look up at him with my big bambi eyes as I did. My view
of his face was obscured by his muffin top, but I'm sure
he was enjoying it. No man can resist my mastered technique.
His breathing became very erratic and he was soon grabbing
the back of my head to violently gag me, irrumatio style,
faster and faster, until I pulled away. I was maintaining
deep suction and as I pulled off his cock, a loud 'smack'
sound erupted from my mouth. A mixture of his precum and
my saliva and throat mucous clung to my face and strung to
the head of his glistening cock, coated in my spit. I looked
up at him and giggled. He pushed me down onto my couch and
spread my legs. An erotic groan signaled his approval of
my bare pussy and my state of arousal. My pussy looked like
it had been slathered in lube. I don't use lube. The
wetness was all me. He began tonguing my navel ring and fingering
my pussy. 'Ouch!' i squealed suddenly and looked
down. The bastard needed to cut his nails. He slid down and
began helping himself to some prime pussy. I was getting
more and more aroused, but mostly from the knowledge that
I was being eaten out. His technique itself was sloppy.
He had no routine, he had no confidence, and I felt like I
was being tasted by a German Shepherd. Still, not many guys
like to eat pussy and his performance wasn't far off
from some of the best carpet licking i've ever had.
I let him tongue me and simultaneously finger me making
sure I threw him a sympathetic 'mmmmmm' or a soft
' yes baby...oh right there!.


He flipped me around suddenly and resumed to eat me on all
fours. He fingered my pussy and began to run his tongue around
my cute asshole. I felt so much pleasure from knowing how
much power I had over him. "That's right, bitch"
I thought to myself. "Taste my asshole!"


When he was done, he stood up. Knowing what was next, I arched
my back when I felt his left hand around my thigh. The feeling
of his warm, sticky head against my quivering wet pussy
lips told me I was about to be penetrated. It didn't
take much, only a half inch of insertion before the wetness
of my pussy sucked up his cock up to the hilt. I got another
taste of how much of a dick he was with his next comment "Wow
right in there, you're one loose slut, bitch!".
I just took it and let him fuck me. I could feel his pea-sized
testicles against my ass as he thrust. I pushed back as he
thrusted to try and make it rougher. "Aww yeah you
fucking cunt, tell me how much you love my fat cock deep in
your snatch" he grunted. I didn't get a chance
to indulge him. He pulled out of me and threw me down on the
couch and jumped on me missionary style. I moaned louder
and louder, trying to placate the fantasy he had of fucking
a slut. Although really, here he was fucking an upper class
girl, he shouldn't need any other fantasy.


"Oh my fucking god i love your cock baby. Oh you're
so good. Yes. YES! Oh my god right there baby! YES PLEASE..."



I was in the supersonic range with my screaming. My moistness
was evident from the erotic sounds his cock made as he penetrated
me. He was grunting good and hard and was lying right on top
of me. If I hadn't been so busy trying to win an academy
award with my performance, I would have been revolted by
how hot we were getting and with the BO I was beginning to
smell...in addition to his breath.


"Oh God, yeah" he suddenly exclaimed. I knew
what was coming, the retraction of his balls, the firmness
of his cock. I slid away from him just to make sure...just
in time to see him grab his cock and dribble out a few drops
of white semen on the faint outline of my abs. He pumped himself
ferociously to squeeze the last few drops out of the pathetic
wad of cum he produced. I locked my eyes on to his face and
when he finally opened his eyes I'm sure he could see
my frustration. "What's your problem, bitch?"
he asked.


I was furious. I was so sexually deprived and I hadn't
had one orgasm with his pencil sized cock inside me. Not
that he gave me much time to. A quick look at my wall clock
told me only four minutes had elapsed from the dry humping
to the pop-shot in my belly button.


"Go clean yourself off"


I obeyed. I slid off my couch and stood up, grabbing a nearby
box of tissues to wipe his spunk off me, I wanted so desperately
to have a shower to wash off all the evidence of my desperation
and needing to succumb to this blue-collared slob for sexual
gratification. My frustration was no longer repressible.
I threw the box of tissues at him as well as the balled up Kleenex
I used to wipe his cum off my toned midsection. "Go
wipe your pathetic self off and get the fuck out of my house"
I said to him.


"What's your problem you dirty skank?"



"Why don't you fuck off and send over any one of
your friends if they can last more than three and a half minutes
to do the work of a real man".


I had been in situations like this before. Things could
get ugly. I slid my dress back on and grabbed his pants which
housed his wallet and cell phone. Walking to my door, I opened
it and in a hurry threw his shit into the hall way...this
was the only way he was sure to leave my pad. Sure enough,
he had hopped out to the hallway with his stained shirt and
sweater in hand, quickly grabbing his jeans to slip them
on, lest my neighbor's suddenly see him in the hallway.



"You can't even make a woman cum with your pathetic
cigar-sized sorry excuse for a penis. I've had better
orgasms from my shower-head!" I screamed at him,
hoping the elevator door would open or my neighbors would
in fact step out to see what the commotion was about. I wanted
to humiliate him, and I was certain that I had. He became
defensive and called me a slut and other expletives. They
fell upon deaf ears, with my heavy wooden door slamming
shut, effectively silencing him, promptly followed by
my heavy bolt and door chain.


I shuddered at how low I had stooped. I was worth better than
him. After I showered and scrubbed whatever grime he would
have transferred on to me from touching me, I douched myself.
My first ever rubber dildo was waiting for me in the shower.
I sat down under the stream of heavy, warm water, and began
to pretend to suck it off, imagining it was a thick long cock.
I rubbed myself between my legs and threw my head back at
the pleasure of the warm trickling water and my skilled
fingers. I slapped my clit and lips with the heavy rubber
prosthetic in my right hand and instinctively spread my
legs as I began to insert it deep into my wet cunt. What a contrast
my durable dildo was to the blue-collared waste of a cock
I had just encountered. For the first time all night I felt
pleasure and I knew if I wanted an orgasm it would have to
be at my own hand. I was finally beginning to relax and soon
involuntarily the 'pitter patter' of my shower
faucet against my bathroom shower tile was drowned out
by my erotic and sensual moaning. I threw my legs in the air
and began to deeply inhale the steam filling my bathroom.
The steam could have literally been emanating from me I
was so hot. I was fucking myself the way I wanted to be fucked...the
way I deserved to be fuck. I began stabbing my pussy deeply
with my toy and began cumming harder than I ever had in the
last few months. I didn't stop, I kept pounding myself
like a slut at the mercy of a ten inch veiny cock until the
final earth trembling orgasm that curled my toes, arched
my back, and had me convulsing like I was having a seizure.
I could feel the electricity and I could sense how hard I
was squirming on my shower floor. I must have blacked out
for a brief second or two. I was still panting like a bitch
in heat, right cheek on the floor, drool dripping from my
luscious lips, right hand cupping my tits, left hand gripping
my dildo, still deep inside me.


I was more relaxed than an hour ago after I threw the white-trash
out of my home, but I was still craving dick. A man who knew
how to fuck a woman. As I toweled myself off I grabbed my cordless
and dialed my best girlfriend up. It rang three times before
a sexy voice picked up. I knew it was 2:30 in the morning,
but I didn't care. I needed to vent to a woman.


"Oh no, what happened?" Jada asked me when she
realized the date must have ended abruptly.


I relayed the entire sequence of events in every minute
girly detail, knowing she was sympathizing with me with
her 'awwwws' and giggles when I described the pathetic size of the blue-collared cock I foolishly
decided to indulge in.


"I'm so pissed off. I gave him prime pussy and
all I got was a four minute ride. Jada I need a man so fucking
badly."


"Girls like us don't pick trash off the floor
to bring home Hanny, we skim the stop of the pool for the studs.
Sure its fun to go slumming once in a while for the thrill,
but they're not the same as real men."


Jada was right. There I was, a voluptuous, successful girl,
living in a $1.2 million penthouse, worth much more than
that. I deserved way better than the crud I went slumming
with for a glorious four minutes. I knew I could count on
Jada. My hopes sky rocketed with her next comment:


"I think I have the perfect man for you actually. He's
sure not to disappoint. I'll text you his number. He's
free tomorrow morning. Call him after nine and tell him
I gave you his info."


"Is he large?" - I wasn't surprised I asked
this. I was aching to be stretched out from the inside.


"Just call him, baby. He's all man, ridiculously
sexy, and comes HIGHLY recommended from some....good
sources (giggle)"


I hung up and couldn't suppress a smile. I knew Jada
would understand. Jada was my best friend since middle
school. We practiced kissing with each other and began
to experiment as early as fourteen. It was the early erotic
connections we had that gave us the similar impeccable
and high-class taste we had in only the finest men that made
us the envy of every bitch who laid eyes on us. When Jada told
me about this perfect candidate I became instantly wet.



I crawled into bed with my lights off and opened my bedside
drawer. It was 3:15 and I had just extracted my favorite
vibe. I was going to celebrate by masturbating to sleep.
With the preconditioned wetness that accompanies the
buzzing sound of my vibrator, I gyrated my hips to the amazing
vibrations of my toy. I felt so dirty, like a cheap slut,
indulging myself to the millions of fucking fantastic
sensations at my own hands. If only a man could do this to
me. I began to think of the man Jada described. He was a dream.
I imagined the vibrator was his touch, the electrical pulsations
shooting down my body being a result of his lips and tongue
spreading my labia apart and stimulating my clit. The involuntary
gasps and slutty moans a direct result of his fat cock spreading
me thin. I opened my eyes and realized how long I had been
fantasizing when it took a long time for my eyes to adjust.
Beads of sweat were visible on my hard titties. The room began to spin and
a dirty sensation crept over me. "Here it comes"
I thought to myself. I arched my back and muffled a loud scream
as my pussy succumbed to sensory overload. I flipped my
light on and kept the vibe to my juicy pink pussy and shuddered
at the result. The aroma of my essence filled my room again.
I threw my vibe across my room and slapped at my pussy hard
with my open faced palm. I finger banged myself and visibly
saw my juices ooze out of my gaping lips. The warmth dripping
between my butt crack. I began slurping my fingers, enjoying
my taste, my womanly scent. I was the sweetest out of any
girl I've ever tasted and I was proud of it. I turned
my light off, satisfied with my many orgasms, and rested
my eyes, still savoring the taste of A-1 pussy on my tongue.



The next morning, I eagerly called Jada's contact.
I always am used to getting what I want and I was still in no
mood to wait for it.


"Mmm Yeah?" a sexy manly voice answered. I knew
I had woken him up. I couldn't help wonder if he was naked
between his sheets, or if he was alone for that matter, it
was Saturday morning after all. The kind of man Jada made
him up to me excited me. He was my kind of man, and that meant
there had to be at least one naked woman passed out from an
impeccable night of fucking, next to him.


"Who is this?" he persisted. My mind had wandered
long enough. "Hi its Jennifer calling." "Jennifer who?" "Sorry I got your number through Jada. I hope its ok
I called." I answered in as sweet a voice as I could
manage, even doing cute mannerisms as if he were able to
see me. Hopefully this sold it more." "Mmm no not at all" he said. I could tell he was
stretching and had flung his sheets off as he swung over
and sat up in his bed. "How did I come up in a conversation with the lovely Jada?" he pressed.
I giggled to him. "We were kind of talking about hot
guys" I shyly answered back. "She thought we
should get together."


He was smooth, very smooth, and he had charmed the pants
off of me in only a short while...or my panties to be specific.
I talked to him for about an hour while lying on my back and
rubbing my pussy...masturbating to his voice and his wit.
He didn't know it. Or at least I didn't tell him,
but this man was different. He had to have known, but if he
did, he didn't let on. My muffled whimpers and moans
must have given it away too. This was a real man, he must have
been used to women wetting their panties at his first word.



I hung up with him after another hour. What an incredible
connection we had for just our first conversation. The
man oozed sexuality, manliness, and class with enough
potency to make me wet and cum over the phone. I salivated
at the thought of what our date would bring. We had agreed
to meet for dinner at the same restaurant I was at the night
before; His suggestion. This man had good taste. I mean
after all, he was going to fuck me. How could he not?"



I walked into the restaurant feeling sexier than ever.
A new designer dress that pushed the boundaries between
slutty and classy, four inch stilettos that shaped my calves
like a model and curved my butt out into a perfect C-shape.
I knew who he was right away. The Greek God of a man stood up
and flashed an incredibly sexy white-hot smile at me as
I walked towards him. I subconsciously licked my luscious
lips and brushed the long hair away from my face. We hugged
briefly and he kissed my left cheek, leaving me numb and
tingly until our drinks came. He was as gorgeous a specimen
as Jada had described to me. Tall, dark, and incredibly
handsome with a powerful six-foot frame. His chest was
so developed his pectoral definition showed through his
Armani shirt. His trim waist had no other alternative but
to house a six or an eight-pack ripped enough to grate cheese
on, and his ass was so firm I could have bounced a quarter
off of it. I brushed my hand against it during our initial
embrace. (I know, I'm so bad). His eyes penetrated
deep into me and his cheekbones were very prominent giving
him a sexy natural expression. This man took care of himself
and I knew would take care of me tonight.


Dinner was fantastic and was pilfered with harmless but
very suggestive flirting. He knew I wanted him when I ran
my foot up the inside of his thigh under the table. He deserved
me and I him. After all, I was sitting in a puddle of my own
juice all through appetizers, entrees, and dessert.


"Where to now?" he said, as I slid on my overcoat
outside the restaurant in the cool evening. He straightened
my coat collar and brushed my hair away from my beautiful
face. I was his and I showed it to him by leaning in and softly
pressing my glistening pouty lips against his very kissable
and soft lips. Our lips smacked lightly, and separated
briefly, pausing in midair until they hungrily made contact
again, i slid my tongue out and lightly opened my eyes to
the welcome and delicious sight of his beautifully chiseled
face approaching mine. Our tongues rubbed against each
other and he sucked on my lower lip while embracing me: one
arm around my petite waist, the other on the side of my head,
his fingers wrapping around my skull, his thumb on my soft
face, cupping my chin, holding me in place. I moaned softly
as we kissed harder and moved my arms from clenching his
expensive shirt at the front over his ripped chest to down
his abdomen, feeling bump, bump, and bump of his six-pack.
We kissed longer and harder and I slid my arms up and around
his neck, pulling him tighter as he ran his arms down my waist
and cupping my firm ass. When we finally separated it felt
as though fireworks had gone off. I gazed into his eyes as
he fondled my ass and kissed my forehead.


"mmm My place?" I muttered after remembering
his question from what seemed like a lifetime ago interrupted
by the best kiss of my life.


Back at home, I gave him a tour of my penthouse. He was very
impressed with the luxury which turned me on even more.
Here was a man who knew what the finer things in life were.
Here was a man that unmistakably knew I was on that list...and
he didn't let me forget it. The sweet, suave, classy
man I had become moist for in the restaurant began to take
control as we sucked face. I led him to my bed and sat him down
on the edge as I straddled him and gave him a seated lap dance
as we kissed more.


"You have no idea how good you are at kissing"
I moaned as he sucked on my neck. He hit the same spots the
fucktard before him did yesterday, but with better results
and precision accuracy, almost as if to say to the loser
(if he could hear) "This is how you seduce a woman".
He slid my dress up over my head and I deftly unbuttoned his
shirt and peeled it back with such force the shirt almost
ripped. My treat was in front of me, a chiseled body with
muscles bulging, prominent and ready to go. The sinewy
and ripped appearance almost promising me unspeakable
pleasure to come. "I want you to fuck me" I heard myself saying.
"Hard". "I know" he grunted back as I slid the shirt off
of his massive arms. "Mmm look at those tits" he groaned as the dress
came right up off me. I pressed the back of his head into my
nipples as he indulged himself and arched backward, enjoying the pleasure only his tongue
was giving me. I was bare-naked on his lap. He pulled away
from me and looked down at my bald eagle. "What the fuck?" he said astonished. He had
felt me dripping onto his pants. A lot. "I'm sorry" I said embarrassed."
He looked up at me, flashed a sexy grin and threw me on to the
bed. I shifted onto my back and opened my legs, inviting
him in the way flashing lights invite a plane to land on the
tarmac. He kissed my inner thighs and licked them, tantalizingly
teasing me, making me beg for cunnilingus. I was going crazy,
arching my back, gently nudging his head closer to my scrumptiously
wet and oozing pussy. He gave me one big solid lick from my
perineum up to my clit which hit me like 10, 000 volts of
electricity, sending shivers throughout my body. He flicked
his tongue around my clit in rapid succession. I let out
the loudest moan of my life. The sensation was indescribable
and I actually found myself in ecstasy overload that I almost
pulled away from his hungry tongue. He held me to tightly
though and before I knew it, I had cum, in his face. He hungrily
lapped up my juices and sucked on my lips and my clit, moaning
in pleasure as he did so. He glanced up at me to see me playing
with my breasts. My face was contorted in pure ecstasy at
the work of his tongue. He saw that and fed off that.


"Your pussy is utterly perfect" he said between
muff dives. "GAGGED you're FUCKING PERFECT!" was
all I could muster out. I was gasping and deep breathing.
I was already covered in sweat and was nearing my fourth
orgasm in ten minutes...and his cock wasn't even out
of his fucking pants yet.


He kissed my pussy lovingly, nuzzled my clit with his nose,
and softly blew cold air at my wet clit. Out of pure reflex
I jerked my leg out, kicking an imaginary person at the side
of my bed. I was propping myself up with my arms behind me,
looking down at him pleasuring me, and going absolutely
wild.


"How the fuck are you doing that? That's fucking
gold!" I said amidst heavy breaths. The contrast
was so hot, there he was, looking perfect as ever between
my legs, calmly, suckling my wet cunt, licking my clit,
enjoying the bouquet of aroused pussy and womanly essence.
There I was, in utter chaos, ready to rip my hair out and claw
at him like a hungry cat.


I shuddered with his large tongue lapping deeply at my pussy
and squirmed like a schoolgirl losing her virginity when
i felt his warm tongue slide inside my awaiting pussy. He
was greeted with a wall of pussy juice that I felt ooze out
of me and he began hungrily sampling everything he could.
My heart was pounding harder than his tongue was and I erupted
in sparks of pleasure. "ohhh GODDDD I'm CUMMINGGG"
I grunted in a high pitch voice as he flashed his tongue quickly
over my clit. Tears streaked down my face and my nails dug
deep into my mattress.


After I calmed down I pulled him towards me and hungrily
devoured his tongue. My pussy juice never tasted better
coming off of his hot mouth. I wrestled with his pants as
he began to massage my pussy, sending me into spirals of
softer orgasms. I could feel myself internally throbbing
at his touch.


"Give me that cock" I gritted between clenched
teeth as I pulled his pants down, exposing his boxers. He
had a significant mound which unfolded into a large throbbing
ten inch cock that was as big as my forearm. My eyes opened
wide, followed by my mouth. I licked him from balls to head.
He tasted the way a man should. And so I began the monumental
task of sucking on his cock. I deepthroated him the best
I could and smiled when he chuckled at how often my gag reflex
activated with him in my mouth. I HUNGRILY swallowed him
whole and enthusiastically sucked his cock. My lungs were
starving for oxygen. I was depriving myself of air in my
hot desire to turn him on. I reamed on his cock hard with my
fist and when I absolutely needed to breathe, pulled off
of him and jerked him off like a professional slut. I french
kissed his cock and slurped up his creamy pre-cum. I was
ambitious tonight. I scuttled over onto my back with my
head hanging off over my mattress. He fucked my throat until
my lips made contact with my balls. I grabbed his ass to keep
him inside my throat.


"Ahh baby you're so good. Stick your tongue out,
stick your tongue out baby"


I obliged and was rewarded with an unintelligible sound
that I could only assume was his admiration of my ability
to slide my tongue out over the shaft of his throbbing cock.
I guided him by his ass deeper into my throat until I almost
vomited. He helped me up and embraced me as the blood rushed
down from my head after being upside down for so long. He
kissed me deeply and forced me into missionary style. I
wrapped my legs around him and looked at him deeply, silently
communicating to him that I was ready for him. he tantalized
me by pressing the head of his swollen cock against my lips.
He surprised me by getting off of me and I sat up in awe. How
could he stop suddenly? I got my answer.


He produced a large condom from his pants pocket and proceeded
to kiss me and began to rip the package with his teeth. I smiled
at him, biting my lower lip and stopped him, taking the condom
from him, package intact. I flung it across the room. This
man was a keeper.


"Fuck it" i said. "And while you're
at it, fuck me!" I slid my tongue into his mouth again
and he pinned me back to my mattress. "You silly boy" I chuckled as he kissed my neck
and sucked on my breasts. "As if you didn't know
you were worthy of bareback action". He didn't respond, I lifted my head up in time to see
his cock slide slowly into my wet pussy. I began to sigh and
moan, and feel the stretch. I was wanting this for so long,
and my inability to lie still demonstrated this. His cock
was like liquid crack. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned
silently to myself, then loudly when I couldn't contain
it anymore. "Shhhhh" he said, seeing the expression of
agonizing pleasure on my face with his cock only half in.
He kissed my forehead to relax the muscles contorting my
face. I hungrily sucked his lips closer to mine and bit his
lower lip hard causing it to bleed as he slammed the rest
of his cock deep inside me. I screamed louder than I had ever
screamed before and instinctively my hands pressed against
his six-pack to ease him into me.


"What's the matter?" he whispered in heat.
"You're just....so huge" I cried back
at him. "I want you so much though baby" "Try this" he said, he pulled out of me quickly,
giving me a large orgasm in and of itself as his large head
bumped my clit on its way out. He sat me on top of his cock in
cowgirl position and eased me over his cock. I began to impale
myself on him and slid down to the base of his cock. "Oh fuck!!" I exclaimed. "Your pussy is out of this world" I began to gyrate as he began to thrust. We were making sweet
music together. My slutty groans, his manly grunts, the
delicious "thwap thwap thwap" of his hard cock
and solid muscle slapping against and into my dripping
wet pussy. His hands cupped my breasts sending me into a
spiral of pleasure I've never experienced before.
He sat up, producing extra definition to his abs as I jumped
up and down on his hard granite cock. We reverted to missionary.
I was anticipating the pleasure to come with his gentle
thrusts but was violently surprised by rapid machine-gun
like firing in succession. I moaned and screamed with blood-curdling
volume. I was finally being fucked like the slut I was. Like
the way I deserved.


'Oh no...I'm coming ALREADY?' I thought
to myself. "Baby, Baby!" I grunted "MMMMMmmmm fuck" "Baby, I'm coming!!" I squealed "MMM then cum for me" he erotically grunted
to me.


It was too late, I felt the sexual tension build and explode.
I experienced my first squirting orgasm ever. I gushed
my essence out like a fountain with such force it expelled
his penis from my cunt. My legs were spread wide and shaking
like I was on drugs. I grunted like a pregnant bitch in labour
and moaned He read my orgasm perfectly. He didn't stop.
He was right back in me and continued to fuck me like a champ.
I gushed again and again and again until we were fucking
in a pool of hot slutty pussy soup that was my mattress. My
throat was beginning to become hoarse...partly from the
throat I endured earlier, partly from the incessant
moaning and screaming. He fucked me in every possible position
imaginable. I had lost count of how many times I had cum.
Now it was his turn. His cock began to throb, his testicles
began to retract, his breathing began to tell me he was close
and he pulled out of me. "NO" I screamed! This man was the man who deserved to come inside me. I slid
back over his cock and let him thrust into me as his moaning
became louder and louder until I felt his cock throb and
release inside me. My mouth opened as I felt spurting hot
warmth inside me and out of me. He was cumming with such force
that my tight pussy wasn't able to contain it.


"Ohhhh fuck!!!!" was all he could say. He looked
up at me. I was still mesmerized by my first creampie. I looked
at him with love and he slid out of me slowly. Trails of his
cum strands still connected my pussy to his cock. I broke
the string with my finger and sucked on it, helping myself
to seconds and thirds by squeezing out the soda-can volume
of cum from my pussy, onto my fingers, and into my mouth.
I licked his head and lightly sucked the sensitive head
of his cum-smeared cock to sample more of his cum. He tasted
like fruit-salad and I couldn't get enough. It was
then that I noticed that he was still rock hard. Gripping
his shaft, I stroked him lightly expecting to feel him soften.
He didn't, and I found myself looking up at him in amazement
as he smiled down on me. "Holy fuck, are you even HUMAN?!" He turned me around on all fours and assumed the same position
as me, cradling me close to him, hard cock in front of my sore
aching and flushed/red pussy. "Have you ever done anal?" he whispered to me?
"A dirty slut like you must have. I bet you love it."
"I don't know baby". There was no way he
was going to fit inside my tight ass. At the same time, I was
curious. "I bet your ass can take it." he persisted. "Please..." I whispered. "Do it!".
I suddenly lost interest in my personal well-being. This
man had an anaconda of a cock and who am I to pass up on this
opportunity. he rubbed his cock over my clit, down to my
pussy, over my perineum, poised over my asshole. "...and baby?" I added. "mmmmm?" "...don't stop. No matter what I say, how much
it hurts, how much I bleed, don't stop until you're
finished. Fuck me rough, fuck me like your little angel
slut. Do whatever pleases you." That's all he needed to hear. With his cock still lubed
from my pussy juice, he plunged himself in. It felt like
a knife stabbing me deeply and I cried out, both from pain
and pleasure. I felt sharp tears in my stretched anus, and
warmth trickling down between my legs. The dark red spots
on my white bedsheets told me it wasn't me squirting
again. He was fucking me brutally hard and fast now and I
was paying the ultimate price....but I didn't want
him to stop. He deserved to anally me. He deserved all
of this. "Urghh!" he moaned as he experienced
tightness, the likes of which he's never felt before.
His cock penetrated deep into my colon and I too began to
experience the pleasure from his girth and from the trauma
he inflicted onto my once pretty asshole. Brutally, he
pumped himself into my ass, slapping it hard and grunting
with all his might, until he was ready to cum. As he pulled
himself out, I felt as if I prolapsed. I didn't care.
He was proud of me and he fucked me like his own. Quickly,
he fed me his cock and I enjoyed the ass-to-mouth, savoring
the taste of my ass, with mixed flavors of blood and cum.
I massaged his balls and aggressively jerked my head up
and down over his cock until he blew another sticky wad into
my mouth. He came with such force that I spurted his cum out
of my nose. I sputtered and coughed as he groaned, stroking
himself to ooze more creamy white goodness out of his throbbing
schlong, occasionally spurting.


"Fuck you were amazing" he said, satisfied
and resting. I curled up next to him after blowing my nose
and swallowing the deliciously creamy cum. I sighed with
pure satisfaction, resting my head on his chest, running
my hands up and down his sweaty abs. We breathed heavily
in each others arms in silence until I crawled on top of him
and kissed him. We cuddled again and I glanced at my alarm
clock. We had been fucking for two hours without a break.
It felt like five with the intense pleasure he gave me. Brushing
my hair away from my face he looked into my eyes.


"So how did you enjoy your first 'angry dragon?'"
I kissed him and we fell asleep in each his arms.


I loved my first angry dragon. I've been opened to a
new world of sexual encounters and don't ever feel
the need to go 'slumming' I've since fucked
him regularly about a dozen or so times with each experience
outdoing the last. Now, porn doesn't get me off anymore.
Not when I have him to satisfy my every desire, and I him.



I love Jada. She really has the best taste in men. Me and my
new man should find a way to thank her. Maybe she should join
us the next time around. Nothing says 'thank you'
like a gooey 'Angry Dragon'. Right?

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Now that's a great night to remember and a guy to keep!

2/16/2011