Dragon Erotica: The Dragon Did Me (Cuckold Hucow) Page 3

  It was almost as though he was looking for something, examining me with his eyes, as if I was the strange one and he was completely ordinary. His gaze lowered slightly, and stopped at my tight-fitting top, under which my fat, lactating breasts heaved up and down with every quickening breath.

  He walked over to me. He reached out with both hands, firmly grabbed at the hem of my top, and with one lightning-fast motion tore my garment right down the middle. The remains of my top hung from me like tattered rags, as his dark eyes ravaged my full breasts, now rather weakly concealed underneath my bra. He grabbed at my bra in a similar fashion, before ripping if right down the middle. My tits were now fully exposed, bare and vulnerable in the dingy cave, the flickering candlelight bouncing off my twin orbs. He lowered his head and opened his mouth underneath my left breast, perfectly lined-up with my hard, stiff nipple. He put his thumb and forefinger either side of my erect nip, making goose-bumps appear on my dark-pink areola.

  The beast yanked at my nipple as if it were a cow’s udder, horizontally milking it. A gush of hot, white milk spurted out in a girly ribbon, into his open mouth.

  "Oh man." I whimpered. But it didn't actually feel too bad. It was kind of nice to have my full tit alleviated.

  The Minotaur took one big gulp. A trickle of my milk dripped from his mouth and down his chin, splashing against my quaking feet.

  He moved his head to underneath my right breast, but this time he didn't reach out and grip it. He leaned forward and placed his leathery, full lips on my hard nipple, and began to suck, like a baby kitten too its mother's teat. My protein-filled liquid sprayed out in a thick string, into his mouth and down his throat. He sucked away and glugged down as much of the ‘shake as possible, and I watched in disbelief as I felt my breast being emptied.

  Satisfied for now, the creature stood up straight, my firm, youthful breasts jiggling in front of him, little droplets of white leaking from my sore nips. I heard a stirring from my right. Daddy was awake.

  "Charlotte, baby," Peter said in a very serious, worried tone. "Don't do that. You're taunting him. Don't encourage him."

  "What the fuck are you talking about, Daddy? I'm not doing anything—I’m chained to a goddam wall. I can't move. It's not my fault if my tits wobble on their own accord," I said determinedly. I really felt like I needed to stick up for myself verbally at this point.

  The Minotaur’s expression seemed to change, as if he almost looked grateful, as if his thirst had been quenched. For now. I felt exploited, used and embarrassed, but also slightly turned on.

  The creature's musky aroma wafted through the cave and up into my nostrils. It was a half-nice, half-weird scent that discreetly stimulated and excited me.

  I felt myself getting wet, an eager craving coming from between my legs that dispersed through me like a sensual infection. Suddenly, I longed to be set free, to be unchained—but not so I could run away and escape. Oh no. I wanted to show this mythological milk-thirsty stud exactly the effect he was having on my nether mouth. And I didn't mind one bit that my Daddy was present, watching in bondage.

  My prayers were about to be answered.

  The Minotaur reached up and broke the metal bracelets that bound me, snapping them in his powerful palms as though they were made of plasticine. He stepped back, allowing me space to rub my sore wrists and compose myself.

  I mustered every ounce of courage I had, and bravely walked up to my captor. I could see the entrance to the cave behind him, and I knew that even if i wanted to, there was no way I could pass through. Not yet. I had to earn my freedom. The hard way.

  The beast put his hand on the back of my head and pressed slightly but firmly, pushing me downwards and causing me to fall to my knees. In this posture, my face was level with those white boxers, and the thing opened his stance slightly, making it unquestionably obvious what he desired.

  From inside of the sparking-white underwear, I slowly became awfully conscious of something expanding. An immense, broad hard-on of unbelievable size. It stretched the cotton fabric, looking as wide as a tree branch. My eyes lit up.

  "Oh Christ," I said, as I watched my new-found master pull his underwear down, revealing every inch of his mammoth cock, which sprung up as sturdy and rigid as a diving board.

  The man-beast was evidently aroused, and it seemed as though the more I looked, the harder he got. It was the hugest thing I had ever seen, an enormous guarantee of satisfaction and suffering. It was time to get to work.

  From where I knelt, my eyes were pulled to his weighty balls and pulsating cock, my stare locked like a magnetic attraction to the stiff force that stood proud before me.

  I could sense what the Minotaur wanted, so in one urgent moment I opened my lips and captured an incredible ancient ball in my mouth. The beast's testicles were fluffy, the measurement of large oranges, with a similar rubbery skin. They were primitive, and furry, but very suckable. My tongue licked all over the exterior, no doubt delivering tremulous feelings of pleasure through the creature's crotch and up his spinal cord. He groaned in bliss, and encouragingly patted me on the top of my head.

  He grasped my skull in his rubbery hands, his monstrous palms cupping my face, so he could help control the motion. I lapped and suckled, bathing the gigantic fruit in spittle, as I felt my own arousal increase between my legs. Amazingly, I was readily able to take one ball in my mouth completely, and I nurtured the nut lovingly. I deliberately allowed my teeth to lightly scrape down the sides, toying with and taunting the Minotaur as I showed him the fine line between delight and danger.

  I could no longer ignore the throbbing dick that bobbed about before me. It was like an angry serpent that I urgently wanted to tame, and so I grabbed it, clutching it in my palm. As soon as I gripped it I never wanted to let it go, stroking it and caressing its massive shaft. My fingers were not long enough to fit all the way around it, so I settled for massaging up and down the length. However, this was not the moment to be delicate, and as I clamped it in a vice-like grip I felt it expand and throb. I knew that this was unbelievable, amazing, and that if I didn't attempt to make to the most of this opportunity I may l live to regret it.

  So, I took my lips away from the straining balls and tried to take his cock in my mouth. I had to open my mouth wider than I ever had in my life, to have any hope of even getting any part of the exceptionally large penis into my mouth, but with a little lick and a lot of faith I was able to pop the head inside, and away I sucked. It tasted like uncooked meat, and as I sighed into my mouthful of cock, the Minotaur growled, reassuring me that he was enjoying himself. The first six inches of his dick filled my mouth completely, and as I gagged I knew that I would surely choke if I were to try to take the whole twelve. Yes, twelve.

  To my sudden surprise, the mysterious creature shortly made the decision he wanted something else, and he pushed my head away. I looked back at Peter, and as I made eye contact with my stepfather, I knew that he could see the slight shame in my eyes just as clearly as I could see the desire in his.

  "What do you think he wants now?" I whispered to Peter. It was then that I noticed that Peter was pitching his second tent of the evening, his large erection obvious through the thin fabric of his grey sweatpants. I was turning my stepdad on, and I didn't mind one bit.

  "I'm not sure Charlie," he said. "But it looks like he's enjoying it. So give him what he wants and then let's get out of here."

  The Minotaur reached down and effortlessly ripped off my jeans and shoes, leaving me just in my socks. He seized me by my arms, raising me up off the ground like I was weightless, until our faces were level. We both looked into each other's eyes, striving to comprehend each other across far-away civilizations and different embodiments. For a moment there, I truly thought I witnessed a glint of humankind, something potentially peaceful hiding behind his firm, cold stare.

  Before I got the chance to delve deeper, the beast turned me upside down so that his mouth was between my legs, flawlessly placed to discover the vall
ey where my pleasure spot was located.

  Whilst being dangled by my ankles I felt a fantastic feeling of compliance as this breathtaking animal took total command. I was subtly swinging in mid-air like a graceful pendulum, his rock hard abs an upside down oil painting which I had time to admire, whilst I felt his hot breath against my panties.

  His long, strong tongue moved my panties to one side, revealing my moist, part shaven snatch. He licked my pussy with no finesse at all, an animalistic aggressiveness that pleasured me as it flicked over my clitoris and started to delve inside. The more I moaned, the more he probed, his licks picking up speed as he tongue-fucked me determinedly. It felt bigger than any human man's dick, and it touched places I never knew existed, giving me sensations I never thought possible.

  The relentless tongue was driving me crazy. I was soaked and could feel my climax building up. Just when I though I couldn't take any more and was about to cum, the Minotaur withdrew his tongue and stopped. It was then that I realized he had been preparing me, readying me for the main course.

  I was dropped unceremoniously to the ground, where I tried to catch my breath. The beast's pheromones that had turned me on earlier now flooded down my throat and up into my nostrils with each inhale of air. I was inundated with something that felt like a cross between adrenaline and alcohol, a vortex of lust and arousal that made my eyes roll to the back of my head.

  The Minotaur walked over to where Peter hung and snapped his chains, and I watched as my stepdad fell to his knees, panting and rubbing his wrists. Why the creature had freed him was, at this point, unclear to me. The man-beast dominantly encouraged me to get on all fours, so my round, fleshy ass was in clear view of both parties. I felt his leathery palms on my body again, this time on my ass, as the Minotaur gently parted my cheeks. Then I realized what he had in mind. He was offering me to my stepdad, promoting me like a prize that he was free to come and take.

  I felt a tantalizing thrill as the beast's tail stroked up and down the inside of my thighs, the tassel teasing my entrance. I heard Peter's footsteps nearing and I turned my head and saw him pulling his bottoms down along with his underwear, his cock stiff and impressive in size—larger than most men's, but no comparison to that of our captor. It was obvious that Peter desired me, and the ass he had previously made fun of was in fact very appealing to him.

  I'm not ashamed to admit that at this point I was literally begging to be fucked. I knew where Peter wanted to go, and he had been given a first-class ticket to his destination. "Fuck me Daddy, fuck me now." I couldn't help myself. I wiggled my fat ass from left to right, enticing him. This was the only prompt he needed, for my stepdad got to his knees behind me, the Minotaur still standing to the side, his hands still placed firmly on my rump, steadying me. It seemed as though the Minotaur really wanted to help, so he wrapped his tail around Peter's girth and guided it like a plane to land against the edge of my pink runway.

  The head of my daddy's cock pressed against my snatch, blending his pre-cum with the beast's spit and my juices. As it rubbed up and down my lips they parted slightly, then a little bit more, until they spread wide, well and truly ready. My daddy slowly slid his cock inside. It felt great, and I yelled, I gasped for breath, an outburst of extreme and astonishing passion. My daddy's cock filled me up, and inch by inch the Minotaur’s hands backed my ass up, as Peter persisted, until we were united as one. Not just me and Daddy united as one, but the beast also. We were like one big happy family. Daddy's dick had disappeared inside me—he had plunged his sword in deep, all the way to the hilt.

  We bounced and pounded and pushed and pulled each other into a euphoria, a fierce battle where both parties could potentially win the war. The sensations increased and we made love like wild ponies, reacting instinctively to each other’s moans.

  Caught up in the moment, I hadn't noticed that the beast was no longer gripping my ass, as his hands on my rump had been replaced with those of my daddy. I opened my eyes and looked straight ahead, and there I saw him—the beast had moved over to the front of me. It was abundantly clear that I was going to be on the receiving end of a forbidden Minotaur spitroasting, and I took one last deep breath of air and readied myself, unsure if I could take it but prepared to give it my best shot. The massive bell entered my open mouth again, more forcefully than before, as the Minotaur clasped the back of my head and face-fucked me with a relentless amount of vigour. Big balls banged on the back of my legs, while the unbearably large cock completely filled my mouth. Both cocks mirrored each other like swinging hammocks. It felt as though they were going to meet in the middle.

  I almost gagged and let pangs of pleasure bounce around inside my mind, pussy and soul. It was obvious I was sucking the Minotaur just right, as I felt his cock twitch and witnessed his balls tighten.

  That was when I came, an amazing unrelenting rush that journeyed from between my legs, through my body and around my head, making me wrawl and weep and groan. With the studs either side of me, an orgasmic energy was created, and I sensed they were both also about to cum. One of my hands reached out in front of me and cupped the Minotaur’s balls, while my other hand reached down between my legs and squeezed Daddy's balls, and this sudden added pressure seemed to do the trick. With an all-powerful howl both came together, man and monster mixed into one harmonic climax.

  I felt a magnificent sensation, a racing pulse of seed that sprayed inside me. Jet after jet of hot, sticky cream sprayed from Daddy's sack and filled my pussy. The sperm blindly made their way, paddling along. They only had one way to go, and that was towards my fertile egg, and they made their way there as I felt the Minotaur’s cock expand between my lips.

  I pulled it out of my mouth and looked deep into its eye as I felt it pulse and throb between my fingertips. The Minotaur ejaculated his spunk right into my open mouth, and I stuck out my tongue as he fired a line of sperm that sprayed out like a fireman's hose, exploding in my face. Dear readers, I attempted to swallow as fast as I humanly could, but the load was ridiculous and most of it poured down my face and splattered my milky tits.

  My fingers caressed the twelve inch rod as the minotaur dripped the last of his seed onto my tongue, just as Peter withdrew, leaving me full. I felt truly complete, truly appreciated, truly adored.

  I sat down on the cold floor, wiped my face with the tattered rag that used to be my top, opened my legs and looked down at my cream-pie. “Man. I think I may possibly be in a little bit of trouble." A gooey waterway of rich snowy jizz trickled down my thigh and onto the ground.

  Exhausted, the Minotaur tumbled back but kept his footing, while Peter crumpled to the ground, spent. Leisurely, I looked up at the man-beast. He stepped to the side and motioned to the open corridor-exit, and as he did so I swear I saw him smile for a moment. Me and Peter got to our feet, and made our way to the exit. I almost didn't want to leave him—I wanted to ask him if I could stay—just for a little while longer, but Peter gripped my hand tightly and led me off. I looked back at the Minotaur, the amazing creature of myth and legend. I waved at him and I couldn't help a tear forming in my eye.

  "What an experience," I commented.

  We followed the long, twisting tunnels of the cave and sure enough, we found our way back outside, the sky a beautiful tranquil pink as the sun was starting to rise. As we walked back to the campsite to find my mom and my baby, it suddenly dawned on me that I might very well get pregnant. But I knew I would get through this, with or without my mother’s approval. I was a strong girl. I would find a way to deal with it. At least Peter had money. He’d be able to help out.

  I would never forget what happened on that dark mid-summer's night. And nor did I want to. The Minotaur would remain in my dreams. Always.

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  By

  Daisy N. Chains

  Me and my stepmom had flown in to Athens the night before. Neither of us had ever been to Greece, and we were both weary after the long flight, eager to take it easy, unwind and explore the breatht
aking city. This was a vacation we both needed.

  It was a fine day, a unique feel of European summertime and a severely necessary break from the worries of work and day to day life. Especially for her. Being middle-aged and having a baby must take its toll, and she handled it very gracefully. But I could tell she needed this more than I did.

  During our stroll down the narrow, enchanting backstreets she turned to me, with a slight look of concern in her eye. "Do you think my baby will be okay without me? I mean... maybe I should have stayed. Maybe it's too soon to be apart from her..."

  I offered a comforting smile. "Of course she'll be fine, Mom. Dad is there, obviously, and you know he's great with kids. Look, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. So just relax and let's enjoy ourselves."

  My attempt to soothe her must have worked, for she beamed back at me, and chuckled. "You're right, Annie. Sorry. I won't mention it again."

  It undoubtedly was a remarkable city, and we were grateful to be there, soaking it all in. A place for art, studying and philosophy, Athens is known as the birthplace of Western culture and democracy, mostly because of the influence of its social and governmental accomplishments on the rest of Europe. Earlier in the afternoon we had indulged ourselves in the modern metropolis, but now we wanted to explore the real Athens, and get away from the busy hubbub of the central area. So, we roamed the backstreets.

  It felt eerily quiet. The breeze blew through the hot summer air. There was nothing else. No laughing children playing ball in the street. No constant sound of cars as they frantically zoomed down the highway to places unknown.

  For 41, my stepmom, or just Mom as I called her, looked great. She had done a phenomenal job at keeping herself in shape, especially after her recent childbirth. A lingerie model in her heyday, she sported abundant curves and perfect snow-white skin. Dark wavy hair fell to her shoulders and framed a pretty face, set with bright blue eyes and full pink lips. Her breasts resembled two planets, which hung firm and solid when supported by one of her tasteful tops. Her legs were long, with thick thighs, and I had always thought to myself that if I looked half as good as she did when I reached her age, I'd be very happy. My Dad was a lucky guy, and he knew it.