Radley's Home for Horny Monsters Annabelle Hawthorne (books like harry potter .txt) 📖

“You’ve come to take me away to your lair, haven’t you?” she whispered to it, her voice saturated with the odor of wine. She traced all along the head of the cock with her fingers, making circles around the nubs. “But I’m afraid my kingdom doesn’t have any gold with which to repay you. Maybe we can come to an arrangement?”

She kissed the dragon dildo on its narrow tip. “Perhaps a mutually beneficial arrangement?” She licked at the thick, wide ridge designed to hold the head inside of her. She paused to sip some more of her wine-she hadn’t eaten in hours, and it was going straight to her head. She let the dildo rest between her breasts, savoring the sheer heft of its weight against her bosom. It was by far her heaviest.

The playlist had shifted, the music suddenly deeper, more rhythmic. She knelt at the foot of her bed and pushed the suction cup of the giant cock against the hard, wooden frame. She had spent hours sanding this particular spot, making it as smooth as possible for this. She reached beneath the bed and slid out her yoga mat before folding it in half.

“Oh, you are a dirty dragon, aren’t you?” she whispered, the wine drawing out her inner self, the Beth who wasn’t afraid. She pulled the clip out of her hair, allowing it to fall free of its imprisonment. She turned her back to the dildo and stared in the mirror across from it. Swaying her hips from side to side, she unbuttoned the top of her blouse, revealing the black lace bra underneath. She untucked her shirt and pushed her breasts forward. “Do you like what you see?”

Beth let the beat take her. She moved in time with the music and ran her hands across her breasts and down to her hips. She paused long enough to finish her glass, her whole body floating from the sudden rush of alcohol. She opened the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out the bottle of lube.

“You’re so big, Mr. Dragon.” She knelt in front of the rubber cock and spread her legs wide enough that her pencil skirt stretched all the way up her thighs, revealing the creamy skin that separated her black stockings from her panties. Squeezing some lube into her hand, she gently stroked along the hard rubber, her other hand rubbing her labia through the soft, already-wet fabric of her underwear. She took just the tip of the dildo in her mouth-she had learned the hard way long ago that the ridges were just a little too big for her, and had spent several seconds gagging on it when she tried to pull it out. “You’re so thick, too. I’m afraid you might split me open.”

Beth stood, facing the mirror as she undid her blouse some more, leaving just the bottom few buttons. Her reflection looked like she was caught off guard, given her messy hair coupled with her untucked shirt, which she hiked up. She twisted sideways and slid her panties down, pulling only one foot out and leaving them hanging off her left ankle. The mirror was angled just right that she could see her entire body, how her ass became one giant curve when she bent all the way over.

People often made the mistake of thinking that she wore the clothes she did to attract the lustful eyes of men and women alike, people who often nodded their approval, or even voiced their disapproval, but there was a fundamental truth underlying her wardrobe selection, one not readily guessed.

She wore these clothes for herself. They made her look and feel sexy, and she loved how slutty they made her look in the mirror.

“Oh God, Mr. Dragon, be gentle.” Beth lowered her torso, her breasts pushing into the floor as she wiggled backward, feeling the head of the dildo bounce against her ass. She reached back with one hand and expertly aimed just the tip of the slippery cock into her hungry snatch, maneuvering back just a little bit further to keep it from accidentally falling out. She moved her hips in a circle, shivering as the wide edges of the dildo rubbed against her labia. She stared into her own eyes in the mirror, savoring the desperate edge they had taken on. Watching that horny woman swivel her hips made the hunger greater, and she pushed back on the dildo.

“Oh!” The first time the head slid in was her favorite part. It spread her wide, the slight pain quickly dissolving in the warm pleasure that followed. Shuddering, she used one hand to rub her clit, her long fingers also exploring the edges of her pussy, feeling how tight the skin was, how far apart she had been spread. The light, fluffy down of her pubes had been trimmed short, the hairs rubbing gently against her skin. “Oh God, Mr. Dragon, please go slow!” She grabbed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart and pushing herself even farther onto the dildo, crying out as it filled her up, stretching her inner walls to their limit. “Oh, please, not so fast!”

Grunting, Beth forced herself as far as she could go, the dildo still too big to be taken all the way. It bent slightly, her ass slamming into the edge of the bed. The woman in the mirror was going feral, her hair tangling in itself as Beth rode the cock in mini thrusts, the large head pushing up against her cervix, making her whole stomach shift.

“OH GOD! FUCK ME, MR. DRAGON!” She arched her back, slamming her cunt onto the rubber dick now, her whole world narrowing until it was just her and the woman in the mirror, the one whose eyes were beginning to roll upward, her breath coming in hot bursts through her open mouth. She collapsed forward, frantically rubbing her pussy with one hand and squeezing her