Riding an Air Dragon

A couple of months ago, in all my furry trash glory, I ordered a custom Bad Dragon dildo. Now, I figured if I was going to finally get one, I was going to get something utterly ridiculous, and so I bought a Flint XL- with the optional cumtube, of course. If you’ve never looked into it, this thing is massive, over a foot long, thicker than my forearm (although that’s not that hard to accomplish, admittedly), almost impossible to actually use… I can practically already see people typing “I’ve taken bigger”…  

Anyway, the point of getting something so stupidly massive wasn’t to actually take it, but to simply roleplay being used as a cum dump for an air dragon, or a ballooney dragon, if you’d prefer. Yes, I would connect a pump to the cumtube, press my eager tail to the fat end of the eternally rigid shaft, and allow myself to be blown up. That was the plan, anyway. The execution was… pretty close.

Attempt number one utilized an aquarium pump. I shifted my tail back and forth, side to side, grinding myself over the silicon tip, trying to position myself just right to get the air flowing where I wanted it to. Not too surprisingly, no matter how I positioned myself, the aquarium pump just didn’t quite have enough power. I needed something a bit more appropriate for such a mighty dragon.

I connected my airbrush compressor, set as low as possible. Surely this could handle the task of emulating a dragon’s load. Once again, I shifted and rubbed, changing positions, bouncing a little bit on the shaft, trying to get things to line up, but again I couldn’t quite get the angle I needed. By this point, I was horny, determined, and desperate to make this work, a combination that never ends all that well for me.

I turned the compressor up as high as it would go. I could feel the blast of air coming out of the dragon, teasing my tail and guiding it exactly where it needed to be– and then the dragon came. My gut rapidly bulged out over just a few short seconds. The shock of suddenly being stuffed to my limit forced my first hands-free orgasm, though it wasn’t as enjoyable as I’d hoped.

I tipped forward off the dragon’s rod, kneeling on the floor where his chest and belly would have been. I couldn’t help but to laugh at myself as I unceremoniously ‘deflated’. For twenty minutes this invisible beast endured a horny ‘rabbit’ grinding and bouncing on his cock, and then was suddenly surprised when the dragon finally came, pumping his gaseous load into the little fool. 

I could only imagine the beast looking down on me with an uncaring grin, asking “What were you expecting?”