WORKING HOLIDAY part 1
What was it his mother had said to him when he first came out to her? "Don't be flamboyant and don't be promiscuous." Those had been all she'd asked of her son. Sedric grinned to himself at the recollection as he checked his makeup under the streetlight. Safe to say there was no way he'd ever recount this part of the holiday to her
This was something he would never have even dared to try back home in Lansborough, and god knew he got up to some lewd things in the city! Never prostitution though. He'd saved it for this trip to [---]. The city was perfect for a little seedy behaviour, somewhere he wasn't likely to be coming to everyday, somewhere nobody knew him except, hopefully, as the raincoat-wearing whore they picked up and fucked tonight
He'd had to fight nerves and a touch of nausea all the time he was getting ready in his dingy hotel room. Part of him kept saying to save it until the last night of the holiday instead of the first, but he knew if he didn't do it now he might never and finished off painting his lips. Cross-dressing, something else he rarely did outside the privacy of his house and even then not to this level, had seemed the way to go. The silky slick PVC raincoat was the first item he'd chosen, its perfect black shine and the double-breasted front with its big, cute buttons were an instant love for the dragon. It was only barely long enough to touch a little above his knees. Safe from a gust of wind but too much bending over would've made sure the viewer knew he wasn't wearing anything underneath. The mac of course was quickly paired with shiny high-heeled wellies in similar glossy black, reaching half-way up his shins. Like the raincoat they were so smooth, Sedric loved the feel of them and had spent far too long lightly caressing them, tracing the faint seam that ran from toe to top and sealed the two moulded halves of the boot together. To finish off, he'd carefully applied a little black nailpolish, mascara, rouged cheeks and pouty red lipstick. He felt quite proud of his work, admittedly he'd practised back at home but this was still his first public outing in it. He thought he'd managed to make himself look bloody cute!
But of course, the nerves. Even after he was dressed, he hadn't been sure he was going to do this. His stomach had been churning worse than ever as he vacillated, tottering back and forth from the table to the door to the bathroom and around and around. Finally he bit his lip, turned to face the full-length mirror and folded his hands neatly behind his back, trying his best to look even cuter and enjoying the bulge of his full-on erection under the raincoat. Nobody would've been fooled into thinking he was a girl, that was for sure. He toyed with his specs before taking a deep breath and launching into an impromptu motivational speech:
"Sedric A. Dragon, tonight you are going to be well and truly humiliated. You are going to go out into [---], find a nice seedy spot and sell your body to somebody who will see your little winky, have a good laugh, and then stick his own bigger knob in your arse or your mouth or your hands or all three. And then when he's jizzed in you, you can go off like a good little cum-dumpster, buy a nice bag of weed as your reward and come back here to unwind with it. If you're really lucky," he grinned, unconsciously unfolding his hands and sliding one towards his erection, "you'll end up busted and get a nice little misdemeanour record and a mugshot of you in your mac!"
The dragon whimpered at his own words, imagining a bunch of cops in raincoats taking turns to sodomise their prisoner. Another fantasy he had to shake himself out of lest he end up expending all his energy and desire in his hand. Quickly he dug the bright green bong out of his luggage, the six-inch tall miniature still waiting to be baptised as he hoped he would tonight. He set it down in the middle of the table and admired it for a moment, then he grabbed the little PVC handbag he'd bought for the occasion, threw his necessities into it and dashed out of the hotel before he could stop himself. Thank god for cheap places like this, they asked no questions. The only question Sedric wanted whilst he was here was "how much for a blowjob?"
All that had been the better part of an hour ago. Sedric had only a vague idea of what would constitute a good spot to be a hooker in this or indeed any city. He didn't feel comfortable posing with the others he saw at times who he suspected were also advertising their wares. He'd ended up down a dingy backstreet strutting his stuff to nobody, listening to footsteps and chatter and cars in the distance. The odd passerby gave him a filthy look and carried on. Good and humiliating, and the dragon had to awkwardly admit to himself that he liked knowing they must be able to see his prick twitching under the girly raincoat, but no-one was buying. Plus his bare legs were cold, and that chill was spreading to his most intimate regions which were going unwarmed by any paying customer. He was close to giving up by this point. The shame and blushing had been pleasurable enough, and it wasn't as if he knew any better where to get weed than he did Johns so making the money was always an academic point. He suspected the sex would have been a disappointment anyway, he knew full well he'd imagined someone with his perversions picking him up when it was more likely to be some dishevelled cretin with no taste in fetishes. Really hot guys didn't have to pay for sex
And so he had resolved to leave, go back to the hotel, wank and sleep. As he turned dejectedly, he almost walked face-first into a towering slab of black, shiny and punctuated vertically by heavy brass buttons and smelling of rubber and tobacco. He looked up in shock at the white face of the very refined-looking and barrel-chested polar bear, a good six inches taller than him even in his heeled boots, pipe in his muzzle, glasses on top. Completing the picture was a similarly black sou' wester, making Sedric unsure if he was more like a lord or a sea captain. "I do apologise," the bear began in cut-glass tones that assured the dragon it was the former, "I was hoping I could ask you to... lend me a hand... but I see you seem to be going"
Sedric almost bit his tongue. "L-lend a hand?"
The bear nodded. His paw slipped into the pocket of his raincoat, drawing the dragon's attention to his bulging slicker. "Yes, if you're quite available..."
The dragon swallowed hard and nodded. "S-sure! Where do you want to, I mean, where should I um, lend you a hand?" He wished he'd thought more about what he'd say when this happened, but the bear didn't seem at all unsettled. He smiled reassuringly and nodded over Sedric's shoulder
"Oh, here will do"
The dragon looked behind himself into a dim alleyway, then back at the bear. Part of him screamed that he was about to wind up dead, but the pervert side was too loud to be drowned out. The pervert side knew there was no better place for a degradation junkie than this seamy little nook. Entranced, he nodded and followed the bear into the secluded space, into the darkness beyond
The alleyway was foul, stinking of piss and garbage. The bear didn't seem troubled at all, lighting his pipe and inhaling with a blissful expression. "How much do you charge?" he asked casually as smoke billowed from his nostrils. Sedric gulped again. Something else he should have thought of before coming out here
"Well, um..."
The dragon fumbled awkwardly for what might be a reasonable price before the bear stopped him with a chuckle. "I see you're not entirely prepared," he said. "Fortunately this is not my first time frequenting a prostitute. How about, my pretty little dragon, I pay you one hundred pounds?" He paused to let the dragon take the figure in, Sedric almost squeaking at the thought. The bear continued: "I am, I assure you, expecting my money's worth." He eyed his purchase up and down slowly, Sedric almost melting under the gaze. "I expect at least one in each hand, one in your mouth and one in your arse. I think that's fair, wouldn't you agree?"
"Oh! Oh yes Sir absolutely," Sedric replied in a burst of excitement. He didn't know if it was proper etiquette to get into saying "Sir" already, but the bear was a paying customer after all. And what a paying customer! The dragon was almost disappointed that he wasn't selling himself for a tenner for the added shame, but a hundred was not to be sniffed at. For a hundred he'd have let the bear do him under the streetlight. Anticipation and nervousness made his prick jump again, something the bear seemed to notice
"Well," he smiled, puffing again. "Lift up that raincoat of yours, pretty dragon. I want to see what I'm buying"
Sedric's cheeks burned red now. The moment of the big reveal. He had visions of the bear taking one look at his miniscule pecker and laughing the dragon all the way out of town. He tried picturing just what that kind of humiliation would be like. Shakily he hitched up the hem of his slicker, feeling it drag against his dick until the little pink sausage popped free. The bear eyed it, then a wide grin spread over his face
"Why, it's so... tiny!"
Sedric felt his innards and his member leaping at the bear's words. He didn't seem to dislike it, that was for sure. "Tiny by name, tiny by nature," the dragon managed to add sheepishly. The bear grinned wider still
"So you call it Tiny?" he chuckled, puffing and exhaling smoke over his purchase, intoxicating the dragon a little more. Sedric blushed a deeper crimson still, eyes stinging slightly from the smoke but resolved not to disappoint
"Well, and myself, Sir..."
The bear nodded, then in the most authoritive tone he began: "So, you are Tiny the dragon, with your little erect nubbin that suggests you like your rainclothes just as much as I do, and I do believe this is the first time you've whored yourself out. So why are you a prostitute, Tiny?"
Sedric was getting flustered, struggling to keep looking the bear in the eye. This was definitely not the question he was expecting, let alone the ponderous musings before it. "I, um, I want... to be dirty Sir..."
"And what else?"
"Pardon Sir?"
The polar bear cupped him under the chin, still dominating the dragon with every word and gesture, though with a deep tenderness to it all. "What do you need the money for, Tiny?"
Sedric took a deep breath. "To... buy drugs Sir?"
The bear raised an eyebrow and nodded. "So, you are a drug user eh?"
"Well no... not yet..." He didn't know why he was hiding his taste for pot, the words seemed to be out of his control. "I want to try while I'm here..."
The bear cracked into a smirk, puffing again and slowly exhaling the smoke over his purchase once more. "You are such a perfect narrative," he mused in his rich, rumbling tone. "Tiny the dragon, with his tiny little boy's penis and his sissy raincoat and red lips. He wants to be dirty and degraded, so he becomes a prostitute to feed a drug habit he doesn't yet have. Am I right boy?" Sedric nodded meekly, cheeks flushed, stomach hollow. In fact the last thing he wanted was to cultivate a drug dependency, but it felt good to say it all the same. The bear's story of innocence becoming corrupted and enslaved was much too appealing a role for him to pass up. The bear, whether or not he realised there was an artifice afoot, laughed and continued. "I am, fortunately, rather a good narrative myself even if I do say so myself. Let me show you what's bought you"
The dragon eyed the bear's hand, spellbound as it reached into the heavy black expanse of rubber. For the first time Sedric looked properly also at the bear's equally black boots, more ridged with moulded rubber details than his, more manly, but immaculate. His eyes were soon back on the paw as it pulled free a cock that almost made he dragon faint. The bear's rod was as thick as his wrist, a good nine or ten inches long all said and done and rapidly hardening up
"Which hand do you masturbate with, boy?"
Sedric was snapped back from admiring the bear's superior masculinity
"My, uh, my left, Sir"
"Interesting. So do I," the bear grinned. "Stroke me with your right then. We'll save the better hand until the second course." Sedric nodded, mouth feeling like sawdust as he gripped the bear's cock to begin earning his first £25. The bear was incredible, too thick to close his fingers around as the dragon felt the flesh move up and down the hard, virile shaft with each caress. Its owner seemed to enjoy it too, humming in approval and taking another deep drag on the pipe
"Yes, good boy Tiny," the bear rumbled, "you feel good, don't you, knowing how I've bought you for my pleasure. Knowing I could simply pay more and have even more from you, because you are just a whore." He watched, imposing eyes fixed on the dragon who nodded in humiliation, feeling his own prick twitching and spasming wildly and struggling not to touch himself. The bear continued: "You see, my narrative is all about power. I am a wealthy man, I can buy what I want, and what I most love is to buy sex. Knowing my money opens that prostitute up to doing whatever I want, no matter what or how much. And you, Tiny, my raincoat-loving slut, flaunting his miniscule penis in front of my massive one and busy giving up his dignity for me, are the most perfect whore I have ever encountered, ohhhh yes..."
"Thank you Sir," the dragon managed to reply. He couldn't say it but the bear was ridiculous: he seemed to deconstruct everything into purple prose, and the dragon found himself wondering if he also wrote porn in his spare time, and whether his own stories ever veered into this kind of talk without him noticing. Still, he loved the way he talked at the same time, the way he delighted in rubbing it in. The shame was forming a cloud in his head, which only turned him on more. He didn't notice the cold any more, even though his already short raincoat was hitched up over his stiffy, exposing it to the night air. His little prick deserved to be on show, exposed to all, so they could all have a good laugh. He had to stifle a moan as he thought these things
The bear was definitely enjoying himself likewise, humming with satisfaction. "You must masturbate often," he ridiculed, "since you're so good even with your weaker hand. Tell me, how often do you wank, boy?"
"Every day, Sir," the dragon replied, entranced, eyes still on the ursine rod. "Maybe two or three times if I'm really horny"
"Mmmmm, I'm not surprised at all. When we are done I'm going to have a proposition for you Tiny... but first, just keep up your good work, just like when you tug your own..."
Sedric nodded and obeyed, eyes switching between the bear's thick pole and the pipe that was back in his muzzle, being puffed once again. The bear smiled slyly around it. "You like my pipe as well, don't you boy?"
"Oh yes Sir," the dragon panted, transferring his need to masturbate to his customer, feeling the thick cock twitching excitedly now. The bear gripped the pipe in his teeth and planted both hands on the dragon's shoulders
"Yes boy, you love its masculinity, envy it, since you are such a sissy little whore... Keep working Tiny, my god you're bringing me close..."
Dragon and bear locked eyes now, Sedric almost afraid at the customer's intense gaze. The polar bear looked ready to eat him, lips forming a snarl around the pipe as more smoke puffed through his nose and teeth. As if it were the customer who were the dragon. Finally he began to growl, strong, meaty paws gripping so tight Sedric thought he might damage his raincoat, hips thrusting his dick into the dragon's hand, and finally the roar of release, muffled by the pipe he clenched down on as thick gobs of cum sprayed the dazzled raindragon's mac and crotch, bearcum dribbling down his cock and balls and thighs
"Good boy," the bear growled as his orgasm subsided, the last few squirts trickling onto the dragon's once-spotless boots. "You earned your first payment. Now, on your knees"
Before he knew it, Sedric was pushed down by the powerful hands on his shoulders, bare knees connecting with the cold, dirty concrete floor, feeling it prick and scratch his scales. "Oh! Yes Sir," he squeaked as he came face to face with the bear's shaft, still dribbling cum
"Now, kiss it, boy," the bear instructed, tender yet authoritive all the same, "show me how you respect a true man"
Sedric obeyed, feeling overwhelmed by the warm musk tickling his nostrils. He inhaled deeply, planting a kiss on the shaft and fighting a giggle as he saw the lipstick mark he left. He'd almost forgotten he was so tarted up, a true slut if ever there was one. He kissed again, exploring the bear's hefty cock in this fashion as its owner murmured approvingly
"Tell me Tiny," the bear began as Sedric reached and nosed at his still-heavy balls, "what drugs did you want to try?"
Sedric hummed to himself, still nuzzling. "Um, pot, Sir... maybe cocaine, maybe E..."
The bear chuckled, pushing the dragon's head back until his snout was at the tip of his cock again. "Cocaine is a rich man's drug, Tiny, not really for sluts like you. Perhaps you'd be pleased to know I've had a few sniffs of it myself?" His purchase blushed furiously at the bear's words, feeling his cock all but squirt at the idea. He seemed far too refined to engage in something so sordid, but then of course he had been happy to buy the dragon-whore's services. The bear clearly read the signs, exhaling another lungful of smoke and stroking his free hand over the dragon's horn. "Oh yes, boy. Not too often, I don't like anything to get habit-forming, except perhaps this pipe." He grinned. "But I've had my share of highs. Tell me, could you imagine yourself laid on your back in your raincoat as I take a line of white powder off your shiny black chest, right between those buttons?"
Sedric looked down in silence
"I see you can," the bear smirked. "Here, take my cock in your mouth and that left hand of yours. We'll call it your £50 whilst I tell you all about it"
The dragon moaned blurrily as he opened wide to receive the bear's maleness. Now he really did appreciate how much bigger this stud was. The dragon whimpered a little as he felt the bear testing how deep he could thrust without gagging his prize, explaining as he did so. The bear's power over him was growing stronger and stronger, and not just because of the money involved. His prick was dancing wildly, offering sporadic spurts of precum in tribute to the bear's own wellingtons
"Here, reach down, stroke my boots..." the bear commanded as he began to fuck slowly into the snout, having gauged its depth thoroughly. Sedric obeyed, right hand exploring the rubber as it rose to the top of the boot, then found itself catching against a protrusion, something he hadn't noticed hidden under the bear's raincoat. Eyes glancing upwards as the bear chuckled. "Mmm, that's it, open it..."
The dragon found the protrusion was a moulded sidepocket with a single button, opened quickly. Dipping his fingers inside he quickly found them connecting with a small plastic bag that he was sure must contain coke. He pulled it out quickly to look at it, stopping sucking for a moment at the recognition that it was in fact his old friend marijuana, only to be forcibly started again as the bear thrust forward, gagging him for a second. He laughed as he pulled back again, returning to his rhythm, the dragon's eyes watering
"Mmm, now you're a little more shocked aren't you Tiny?" the bear continued, wavers of pleasure creeping into his voice again. "Yes, I do like cannabis too. I don't use it often any more than I use cocaine, but I do like to keep it with me for those moments. It makes me intensely aroused, boy. And I suspect someone as submissive as you would like me when I was so aroused, wouldn't you?"
Sedric could only whimper again, mouth still full of the bear's meat as he toyed with the packet. The bear rumbled with laughter and carried on. "Stick it in your little handbag, boy. I want you to keep it"
Sedric obeyed. He damn near came at the same time
The bear was thrusting faster, more animalistic now. He didn't need drugs to go wild, it seemed. Sedric had both hands on his customer's cock, pumping the few inches the bear couldn't force into his mouth as he grasped him fully by both horns, pipe locked between his teeth
"Oh, such a good whore, such a perfect whore," the bear recited, almost a mantra. "Ready to swallow aren't you boy? Ready to swallow a man's cum." He didn't give the dragon space to answer, simply held him in place as he began pumping spunk into the prostitute's throat. Sedric gagged and spluttered, doing his best to swallow the bear's cream. He felt it trickle out of his mouth and onto his raincoat, which only made him more turned-on still, and then the bear had to top it all by pushing him back once more to grab his dick and finish off over his face. The dragon grinned inwardly, figuring his makeup must be ruined by now
"Well how do you feel now, boy?" the bear asked as he finished up, offering the last drops of cum to the dragon to lick away
"Well used, Sir," the dragon replied in between mouthfuls. The bear nodded, reloading his pipe from the more innocuous packet tucked away in his raincoat
"We're not done yet, Tiny. You still have to earn your last £25"
The dragon felt his breath catching at that thought. If the blowjob had taught him anything, it was that this bear was damn near big enough to break his jaw. The thought of it up his arse was on the verge of terrifying, but at the same time he was a whore. He had wanted to be a whore, to be thoroughly exploited like this. He had no place to complain if the customer wanted to use his services
"Get up and turn around," the bear emphasised, a little impatient with his purchase's daydreaming. Sedric squeaked and did as he was told, slapping his hands against the cold wall, eyes fixed on his black-painted nails, glad at least to have his knees off the rocky ground. He felt the bear's rod push up between his buttocks. Didn't he ever go soft?
Powerful hands gripped his sides. "It's time for you to be buggered by a real man now," the bear almost purred, "just as you should be." The head of his cock was pushed a little harder against the dragon's hole, making Sedric whimper. "You can't wait, can you Tiny?"
"N-no Sir," the dragon replied, gritting his teeth as the bear's prick began working by fractions into him. It was now, as the bear prepared to fuck him, that he totally understood that he was a prostitute. The taste and smell of cum in his mouth, dribbling down his raincoat, and soon to fill his arse. This bear had paid for it all. Between these thoughts and the invading prick, he found himself gasping in amazement, shock, lust, humiliation, all these and more. Behind him he heard the bear growling as he forced himself in
"You said before that you were doing this 'while you were here'," the bear grunted as he fully entered the dragon, his throbbing meat forcing its way up his purchase's anus. Sedric moaned, nodding as best as he could in assent. The bear grunted again. "And how long are you here for, Tiny?"
"Just... just this week, Sir..."
"Mmm, and will you be whoring your tight little bottom the whole week?"
Sedric bit his lip, hanging his head in shame. "N-no Sir, I was just going to do it tonight... find out what it was like to be a prostitute..."
The bear chuckled, now all the way into the dragon. Sedric felt like he could burst, cock spasming wildy as it begged for release. "You're going to do it again aren't you though, boy? You've realised you like it." Sedric remained silent and ashamed, which just drew another chuckle. "Mmm, yes, I know you will Tiny. You relish the power I've got over you, over your tiny penis. And I want more"
Sedric tensed up at the bear's words, feeling his customer lean closer, more urgent now. "Tiny, you need a pimp. I know a few gentlemen who would make good use of you, that snout and those hands and this arse." He was growling in the dragon's ear as he fucked him, the rhythm slow and steady and utterly hypnotic. Sedric couldn't help nodding in agreement
"Y-yes Sir..."
"Good..." the bear rumbled. "I'll give you my number, boy. Tonight I want you to take that little bag of cannabis back to your hotel, and I want you to smoke it for me"
"Oh God, S-Sir, I..." Sedric wasn't sure if he was protesting in-character as the drug virgin or not. He felt his body going cold even as his arousal threatened to burst like a cannon. The bear drove his cock in forcefully
"No refusal, boy," he admonished. "You will do this for me. You will use the gift I've given you, just like you wanted to, and then play with that little cock of yours like the horny slut you'll be. And then," he all but bit into the dragon's ear, "when you want some more, you'll ring me up. I'll be waiting with my friends"
"Yes Sir! Oh god yes Sir!"
The bear growled triumphantly and buried himself hard inside the dragon, erupting, filling his purchase with yet another load of hot spunk. Sedric just moaned, incoherent by this point as he finally came too, shooting his own jets of cum onto his shiny boot. At that moment, as he watched the cute, glossy black wellies splattered in semen amidst the alley's filthy surroundings, the hooker dragon could honestly say he felt he belonged there
* * *
Sedric barely remembered getting back to the hotel. Once he was done and tidied away the bear seemed the perfect gentleman, not the powerful controller he had been when the dragon was bent over. Sedric thanked him, took his money and staggered off, trying to make himself look somehow presentable despite the cream still clinging to his boots, and now he was back here. His heart was pounding as he thought again and again about what he'd just done, and the illicit little bag now in his possession. He wasn't worried about getting into trouble with it on the premises, it wasn't that sort of hotel. He found himself imagining what he would've done if it had been cocaine though. Was that why he'd suddenly felt so nervous? He'd promised himself to keep his drug fantasies limited to actually using pot, but he couldn't help suspecting that if the bear had given him coke he'd have carved it out and snorted it obediently all the same. The mental images now flashing through his mind of himself with a rolled-up fiver stuffed up his snout were becoming a little dizzying to say the least. And to cap it all, his dick was hardening up again just thinking about it
"Settle down Sedric," he said aloud, "it's not nose candy anyway." He unloaded the wad of money and the bag of weed onto the table, then he went into the bathroom to fix his makeup. He fancied making sure he was still a pretty little slut when he was smoking, no half measures and no smeared lipstick
Face fixed, he looked himself in the bathroom mirror once more, lips again neatly painted in red, ready to suck cock. "For a guy who just became a bona fide prostitute you're looking remarkably well," he chuckled to himself as he went back to set up his amusements, digging around in his suitcase for his grinder
Not long afterwards the bong had been filled with water and packed with newly-ground weed. He regretted he wasn't wise enough to identify what kind of weed it was and hadn't thought to ask the bear. He imagined it had to be good at least but damn it, he liked the idea of being able to say he was a connoisseur. Still there was nothing to be done about it. He'd have to ask the bear when they next met. Ringing him right now seemed inappropriate. Scooping up the cheap green plastic lighter from the table, he settled down on the bed and lit his just rewards
It was soon afterwards that the room was cloudy with smoke, the dragon spluttering a little and rising again to go open a window. Three good bongrips had put him in a suitably altered state as he let the sweet smoke clear out and gulped air from outside. From here on the fourth floor the city looked and sounded quite beautiful now, the dragon admiring its twinkling lights and listening to its cars rumbling and hissing and honking and the distant sounds of nightclubs and bars echoing through the neon dark. He couldn't stop grinning like a loon, idly pulling up his raincoat to expose himself again. He didn't even think anyone could see him up there and wouldn't have cared about it, he just wanted to fondle himself a little, milk a little precum for the amusement of the city. It felt good, closing his eyes, smelling the cold outside world, feeling his fingers squeeze and tug his cock, occasionally leaving it to slide over the butter-smooth raincoat, drawing faint squeaks from the material. Everything about the moment was blissful, the THC in his brain, the thrill of knowing he was high, the exhibitionism, the dress, the fact that he was now a whore. He went back to pumping his cock more firmly, thinking he would've been glad to shoot his load all over the glass and lick it off to hide his crime, tail swaying merrily behind him the whole time
The cars continued to roll by outside, overly loud stereos pumping out muffled and distorted renditions of pop songs, some he liked, some he didn't, and he couldn't help singing along as he jerked himself. Laughing now, he grabbed the bong off the windowsill and held it up as an impromptu microphone as he wailed along
"You! Make! Me! Feel like I-I-I'm living a teen! Age! Dream! The way you turn me on!"
He was completely out of tune as always and he was damned if he cared. With a final snorted burst of laughter he felt himself pop, moaning loudly out of the window as he sprayed it with his cum
Spent, and slowly, tenderly squeezing the last few drops out of his dick and onto his fingers, the dragon sighed pleasantly and licked them clean, then got down to do the window as he'd imagined. The glass was cold and he liked the taste of his spunk whilst he was high. He realised he needed something other than just his own sperm to munch on though, and his mouth was getting a little pasty. Woozily setting the bong down again he straightened out his mackintosh and headed towards the hallway door to raid the vending machine near the elevator