Sucking Cock for Monopoly Money [MF, oral, exh, prost]

I watched the dice with trepidation as they danced across the board. Inside my head, I chanted. Not three. Not three. Not three. I couldn’t lose again. I just couldn’t. The first die came to a stop. It was a two. My jaw clenched. The second die slowed and spun and came to a rest.

One.

“Fuck.”

David smirked. Steven and James both grimaced. I picked up my racecar and morosely moved it from Chance, past Park Place, until it came to a rest on Boardwalk, in front of an ominous red hotel.

David held out his hand. “Pay up, Jessica.”

I averted my eyes. “I don’t have the money,” I spat out. So close to passing Go, so close to collecting two hundred dollars, and yet so far…

David leaned over and plucked up the few bills I did have and counted them loudly. “Hm, you’re right. Only forty-six dollars here. You’re a little short.”

I gritted my teeth. The thought of losing again to David was intolerable. How many times had we played? And every time I had lost. I was so close, it was just him and me, and with our properties so well developed, it was simply luck that would determine who won or lost, and mine was bad. If I wanted to pay him back, I’d have to surrender my hotels and mortgage my properties so much I’d have no chance of a comeback.

“Well, let’s start getting rid of those ho-” he began.

“Wait! Let’s make a trade!” I blurted out.

“What sort of trade can you offer, Jessica? You’ve got one foot in the grave.”

“I’ll…” I hurriedly thought. What could I offer him? I got an idea. But was I really that desperate? Was this the spirits of tonight’s empty bottles haunting me with bad ideas? Probably. But I was desperate. “I’ll…mumble mumble mumble.”

“You’ll what?” he asked, plucking one of my hotels from its property.

“I’ll…suck your cock…” I nearly whispered. The hotel clacked on the board as he dropped it. All three of the men stared at me. My cheeks burnt, and I knew they must be scarlet. I eyed the slips of paper that he had in front of him. “Three thousand dollars.”

“You’re serious?” he asked.

“I’m serious.”

He thought for a moment. A brief one. He counted out the money in front of him, tossed a few spare houses into the box, and picked up a few more orange bills. He put them in front of me. “Three thousand.”

Damn. He was serious. I took a few deep breaths. Offering had felt so easy before I knew he’d accept. But it was this or losing…

I grabbed a blanket off the couch and held it around my shoulders as a cape. “No peeking,” I informed him sternly. “That goes for you two, too. This isn’t a peep show.” All three men nodded silently. I kneeled in front of him, positioning myself between his open legs as he sat on the floor. I covered myself and his lap with the blanket, determined to preserve at least some tiny modicum of my dignity as I sucked cock for Monopoly money. Just a quick suck, spit out the evidence, and the game was mine.

Outside my protective privacy blanket, I heard whispered giggles and words too mumbled to make out. I doubt I wanted to make them out. Regardless, I had a job to do. I groped my way up his thighs until I found his zipper. I couldn’t see a thing, but I could certainly feel the hardness of his manhood even through his pants. I carefully unzipped and reached in, past the thin fabric of his underwear, and wrapped my hand around something hard and hot, his heartbeat pulsating through it against my palm. I gave it a few tentative strokes, slightly hopeful that he’d cum so prematurely I could consider my part finished without actually going through with this, but my dreams were denied.

I took a deep breath, opened wide, and lowered my head onto his cock.

He moaned and his body tensed up. I wrapped my hands around the base of his shaft, one keeping him steady, the other cradling and caressing his smooth, soft balls. I took him deeply inside my mouth, my tongue swirling around his shaft, exploring his most sensitive and intimate inches. I could only imagine how little the blanket concealed from the outside as my head bobbed up and down, enveloping his shaft, rising and falling in time to his mumbled groans and sighing moans.

I focused my attention on his head. Even in the darkness, I could feel its swollen girth. I licked and sucked voraciously, slathering him with my attention. Despite myself, I found myself turned on, too, my cunt warming, damp and swollen inside my panties. It was almost enough to quiet the part of myself reminding me that I was prostituting myself for paper money. I pulled my head back for a moment to catch my breath and pumped his slick cock with my hand. What a shame that such a magnificently thick and throbbing cock was attached to such a sore winner, that such a cocky asshole had such a delicious cock. I hungered for him inside me again, my lips tingling from his absence.

I licked up the length of his shaft and teased the tip of my tongue against his head. His breathing came fast and shallow. I embraced him with my mouth and stroked his manhood as I caressed his thighs with both hands. He grunted and his hips bucked, forcing himself deeper into me. His cock spasmed and pulsated within me, gushing his hot essence into me. My instincts took over as I forced as much of him as I could take into my throat, as I swallowed every last drop of his delicious ecstasy, as I suckled away at his cock until I had drained his orgasm away entirely. With a hot gasp I released his satiated manhood and sighed.

I pulled back the blanket over me and smiled. “Your roll.”

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