"I came across this man speaking a great big game. Said he would give me the evening of my life and loves to gratify his lads. I took him home with me; I was like sure what the heck. After he had hyped himself up, I expected some grit.

We got on my couch first. I was moving my hand up his thigh, feeling his cock through his jeans while we were kissing. He laughed out against my mouth. He said, exactly "are you sure you want to wake the dragon?"

You can only say dorky crap like that, in my view, if you are able to support it. So I was like good let's rouse this fucking dragon.

I slid into his lap, my skirt pulled up so he could see my underwear and grinder down on his crotch in his jeans. He was smiling at me and I could feel him getting hard; but, sweat was also beading across his brow. He seemed really uneasy. He replied he was fine when I inquired, so I continued.

I guided him to the bedroom, where I flung my dress off and slid out of my panties. He changed under my direction and settled upon the bed. I was more than somewhat thrilled to hop on his huge cock. He thought so highly of himself, hence I determined we would start quickly and only travel quicker. Reverse cowgirl, toss him into the deep end and straddled his lap. I grabbed his cock and impaled on his veiny shaft. He gasped, his fingers grabbing my hips as I stuffed his fat cock into me. You know my pussy is fantastic, thus I couldn't blame him for losing his composure even if he clearly wasn't acting like I woke a dragon.

Riding him like it was a rodeo (and not my first one, mind you), I fucked myself on his cock. He began to wail and his hands on my hips began to shake.

"You appreciate that?" He could only whine in reply as I teased while I fucked him.

"Please," he said in a whisper. Not what that meant, but I started riding him harder, my ass slapping him as I bobbed up and down. He started claiming it was too much and tapped my thighs. He was going to cum.

Is that not the aim of fucking? To come?

"You don't enjoy it?" I asked, stopping and peering over his shoulder. I wanted to fuck him not scar him for life.

He gasped, his body totally fallen into the pillows and sweat covering his cheeks. " Please I can't take anymore."

I blink. After one hour of straight edging, he was behaving just like me. How did half a ride turn him into such a mess?

Is the dragon waking right now? I asked squarely. That kind of knocked some sense into him; he said to finish him out.

I rode him the rest of the way till he came inside of me, much as in a Mortal Kombat fatality.

Though it was such an unusual evening, he ate me out later to offset it, so I consider it a success.