I Alone Breed Dragons

Chapter 57: The Masochistic Type (*)

Maltie froze still beneath my body, her hand locked on my pants rope untangling.

"What?" Maltie gazed at the bottle, like she was oblivious of what it was.

"You cover her self with aphrodisiac, and still proceeded to also spiking my water, just so any of the two can get me, and I know im correct."

She gazed longer, like her mind was scrambling for lies to escape this one. At the end she abandoned the act.

"Alright you caught me, it." She shifted to sly tone. "So what. Tell me."

Her hand seized my length through the fabric full, awakened throbbing badly. She slid her hand in slow stroke, from my base to my tip. The fabric chafed at my sensitive spot.

"What are you going to do with this, let me take responsibility." Her seductive voice joined with the slow strong on my glans, turned me on the more, but I couldn’t give her what she want even if it was really tempting.

Maltie then reached for her blouse, she tucked down the front of the blouse, letting the full breast fall out on display.

"Don’t act like you don’t want my body."

I observed as she yanked my pants down. My dick burst out, throbbing with veins around my glands, as it ached for penetration.

She inhaled sharply on sighting it. "It’s a monster." She whispered.

Her boobs were moderate, the milky flesh, I won’t lie, she got me. I flicked my hand behind me, as I directed ice to the door, freezing it in place. No one was around, but I didn’t want anyone barging in the act.

I gazed down at her body, her boobs squeezed together in display, the two perfect round mould. Her nipples were inverted, buried in her boobs. I grasped for her boobs, cupped them in my hand.

Her nipples emerged. I positioned her self. My dick was enveloped by the smooth skin of her boobs. Maltie braced herself up with her arms, servicing my dick with the warmth of her mouth. She coated my dick in her saliva. Her tongue swirled in circles, around the base of my dick to the tip. Her pulpy lips enveloped my gland in each bob of her head.

She then withdrew, leaving a trail of saliva connecting her lips. She compressed her boobs together and pleasure from getting sandwiched by them buckled my body. My knees buckled. The warmth skin of her boobs against the burning heat of my glans. I started rocking my hips, slowly, thrust in and out of her pressed boobs, lubricated by her saliva.

Pleasure surged through me. I failed to halt moving my hips, fucking her boobs. The rhythm becoming addictive. Maltie concentrated on the tip of my glands, lick sucking while I thrusted through her boobs.

The pleasure surged me. I quickened my rhythm. The lewd sound of the boob job echoed in the air. The heat in my body surged. My dick throbbed at the tip as I approached climax.

I tweaked her nipples, tugged her boobs, clenched around my dick. She released a moan. I pinched hard. Her back bowed from "Uhh~" letting out pitched moan.

My hips bucked fully into her boobs. I erupted my seed, spraying on her facial. She parted her mouth wide as some spurted in. I exhaled a rasped breath.

Pulling out, Maltie braced herself up again, nursing and lapping the hanging cum at my tip with lewd sounds.

"That was enjoyable I guess, but my dick still remained hard and throbbing for more. The aphrodisiac hadn’t died down her bit."

Maltie gathered the cum from her face. Sampling a lick. "It’s... sweet." She traced her lips, devouring every bit of cum spurted on her face. She pushed herself up. She slid her hand through my chest, clutched my neck, drew me close. My skirted drifted up as her bare thigh draped on mine. The luxurious perfume she scented faded, but raw primal smell.

"Don’t you want to put it in me." She purred in my ears. "I’m burning for you."

She wasn’t lying. As her inner thigh was already trickling wet, trickling down to my soaking me also as she straddled on my thigh. Closer I could catch the dragging breath. She was turned on wanting more.

But I refused to give her what she want as a punishment for trying to manipulate me. I shoved her back to the chair. Her boobs jiggled from the impact.

I rose from the chair, strode over to standing where Maltie head was placed. She peered up at my staggering length looming above her face.

"What are you doing?"

"You will use your throat to service me you slut." I seized her hair and yanked. She tilted her head back, keeping her throat straight. I aimed my mouth driving my dick into it. I plunged my length to the base, rammed deep into her throat. I uttered a forced groan from the pleasure. The tightness of her throat blended with the edges smooth flesh.

She gagged, tear welled at the corner of her eyes. I offered no mercy, clamped her hands down and launched ravaging her throat with violent thrusts as I drove my hips deep into her throat. She retched from thrust, eyes rolled behind her head.

Pleasure consumed me. My knees almost weakening. It radiated amazing. Never had I done it with anyone, but grinding my tip into the depth of her throat. My gland stabbed. Pleasure from her tongue, the warmth of her saliva, all shot pleasure to my lower half.

I freed her hands, seized her boobs, mauling with them as I squeezed them through my fingers. Like them yielded between my fingers, but remain firm at the same time. Maltie whimpered from my touch, circling my thumb in circles on her nipples. The stimulation drew a moan from her, garbled having her mouth full.

I continued thrusting into her throat, lingering to relish this pleasure as long as I could. An hour passed. The room echoed with Maltie choking, thrust my hips raving her throat. Her hands clawed my thigh in a desperate attempt to stop the thrust.

My dick started to throb as I sensed my climax. I accelerated my thrust faster. Maltie emitted a muffled cry. I withdrew to the tip, then slammed it back to my base in a final thrust. I flooded cum in her throat. My hips spasmed as I slowed my thrust in slow rhythm, draining every last drop into her throat as she swallowed them all greedily.

I retreated pulling my dick out, slicked in her saliva. Maltie drew a quick gasp for air, gasping. I drank in the lewd look on her face after getting wrecked.

My dick, I seized her throat, tightening hard, taking her breath. I bent, hissing into her ear. "Next time you try to use cheap drugs on me, I wouldn’t go easy on you." I tightened my grip. "You hear me."

Maltie bobbed frantically. Her eyes rolled back. She lolled her tongue out writhing on the chair.

Just from my clench on her throat. I squinted my eyes on her. She deriving pleasure from this? Then I squeezed hard. "Aww~" She cried. Her back lifted from the chair, writhing as she circled her finger in circles around her clit. Her body convulsed, gushing sticky cum on her finger.

She inhaled as her breath returned once I loosened her throat. From the look in her eyes she craved more, relished strangling her.

I gave a shake of my head. "Maltie, so you’re the masochistic type uh?"