Author: BlowjobSuzuki

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.” Read more »

Caught in the Woods [MF, exh, JOI, light femdom, masturbation]

I hiked up the trail, birds and bugs singing along from their arboreal hiding spots all around me. Usually, I found myself alone on these weekly excursions, but today was different, even if I didn’t yet know just how unique it’d be. I had been setting a pretty steady pace when up ahead, I realized there was another hiker on the trail. I was walking quite a bit faster than them, but once I got closer, I slowed my pace and contented myself with walking a few dozen feet behind her and simply enjoying the view.

Her burgundy halter top exposed her sleek, sculpted back and shapely shoulder blades, as well as the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had a large tattoo on her back, a dark blue circle of the night sky, marked with golden stars and silver lines to show the constellations. Her limbs were lithe and muscled. Her black shorts were little more than a belt, the bottoms of her firm, round ass cheeks visible beneath the frayed hems. I couldn’t help but stare at those perfect cheeks, watching each change shape with every step as they smoothly blended with her toned thigh before returning to a plump, eminently spankable mound. Read more »

The Found Penis [FM, oral, petting, and honestly? Pretty weird]

“Excuse me, have you seen a penis around here today?”

I clutched my purse a little tighter. “This sounds like the set-up to something perverted. I have mace.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “I know it sounds terrible but it’s a hard question to euphemize. I’ve lost my penis and I can’t find it and I’ve already been slapped five times today. One girl tried to kick me in the balls, but luckily, they’re missing with it. I hope… Oh, shit, what if they’re separated?”

“How do you lose a penis?” I asked.

“I don’t know. It was there, and then I went to piss and it was gone. So I must have lost it somewhere around here.”

I studied his face a little more closely. He was actually quite handsome, now that I knew he wasn’t about to sexually harass me. “Aren’t you in my statistics class? Matthew, right?”

“Oh yeah… Stephanie? What are the odds of this happening, huh?” he asked with an empty chuckle. He sighed again. He did that a lot. Although I couldn’t blame him, considering his circumstances.

“Can you feel it? Maybe it’ll give you a clue?” I offered. Read more »

Lamiassage [MF, massage, happy ending, lamia, monster-girl]

“Is this your first time getting a massage here?” the woman behind the desk asked, clad in a pastel pink uniform. Were it not for her upper canines poking out, their sharp tips denting her plump lower lips, and her eyes, solid gold but for her pupils, she’d have looked like an employee at any human massage parlor.

“Yeah, but my friend’s been raving about them so much, I just had to give it a try. He told me I should ask for Belinda?”

Her eyes lit up as she smiled broadly. “That’s me! I’m flattered to hear your friend is so delighted with my work. I’d be happy to take care of you today. Please, follow me,” she instructed. She lowered down a few feet and appeared to glide to her right, until she got past the desk and revealed that she wasn’t gliding, but slithering, her long, thick snakelike tail undulating across the floor beneath her. I stood, waiting for her tail to catch up with her, admiring the colorful mosaic of her scales: a soft, creamy pink, dotted with flecks of red, ranging from scarlet to burgundy. Read more »

Bring Me Back a Hawaiian Girl [MF, humor, cheating, interracial, preg]

Her husband dropped her off at the airport and helped her get inside with her bags. She asked him if he wanted any souvenirs from Hawaii.

He laughed and said, “Bring me back a Hawaiian girl!” before giving her a final hug and kiss goodbye, and returning to the car. He made such jokes often, whenever her work sent her to far off destinations. An Italian girl, he’d asked for. A French girl. A Japanese girl. How serious was he, when he made those jokes? Were they really a joke, or merely a way to gauge her interest with some plausible deniability? If she came back with a Hawaiian girl to add to their household, would he be delighted? Would he dote on her every day? Share their meals with her? Pamper her? She suspected he would. He was popular with girls. They liked him, and he liked them back. Read more »

Masturbate For Me [MF, exh, voy, mast]

I couldn’t sleep. I lay awake in bed, trying to will myself into a deep slumber, but I couldn’t manage it. It was already one in the morning, but my body wasn’t the least bit tired. I knew I should be. I knew I’d be tired the next day if I didn’t sleep soon. But I had too much energy right now. I sighed. I might as well get out of bed. Staying here wasn’t accomplishing anything. Maybe I could find something to read.

I got up, put on some boxers in case my roommate Hannah woke up, went out to the living room, and made my way to the bookshelf. I grabbed a graphic novel off the shelf and sat down with it, the lights on low, letting my brain relax as I read about haunted hotels and amusingly incompetent demons. And yet, my body remained alert. Always when you didn’t want it… Read more »

Test Relief [MF, handjob, casual]

I set my backpack down on an empty seat. I was the first one there, as usual, alone and with plenty of time to review for the final exam. I checked that I had everything I’d need, sat down, took out a notebook, and began to read. The minutes passed and my confidence grew. I checked the clock. Not much longer to go. I decided to use the restroom now so I could come back and focus until the test began
I left my materials behind and went to the bathroom. I opened the door and froze.

Jackie was in the room.

Jackie was not in her clothes.

She was just beginning to slide a pair of black and red panties up her long, pale legs as I entered, the slip of fabric around her thighs, her lithe limbs guiding my eyes up to a reddish-orange bush, the jewel in the middle of her wide, womanly hips. Her stomach was flat and toned. Her full, heavy, milky-white breasts lay bare before me, hanging pendulously, tipped with deliciously pink nipples, decorated with freckles. Her collarbones stood out strongly below a slender neck that led up to her face, now looking at me, realizing she wasn’t alone. Her eyes went wide as her jaw dropped, her fiery tresses cascading down her shoulders. Her cheeks already smoldered, flushing deep crimson. Read more »

The Essential Free Use Receptionist [MF, free-use, oral, exh, Mdom]

The elevator doors opened and I trudged out. Of all the times for them to work on my internet access, they chose the middle of a pandemic, and now I had to risk my health by driving into the office. At least I’d be alone. “I’m not even supposed to be here today,” I quoted to myself.

“I wish you weren’t,” came an unexpected response. I looked over to the reception desk and saw Shiho at her laptop, not even deigning to look up at me.

“Oh. Good. The Office Sunshine is still here even in these trying times. You’re what passes for essential these days, huh?”

“More essential than you are. What do you even do here, again?”

“Lots of stuff. Write reports. Send reports. Babysit morons who don’t understand how data works. Harass receptionists. I’m busy.”

“Too busy to annoy me?” she asked, suddenly cheerful.

“Never. When something’s important, you make time for it.”

She sighed deeply. “Lucky me.”

I smiled and waved to her as I passed through the doors to the office itself. “See you later, Sunshine!”

“Not if I see you first,” she called musically after me. Read more »

How to Give a Man a Happy Ending [MF, How-to, massage, oral, prost]

**How to Give a Man a Happy Ending**

This guide is intended to help you give your man, and I assure you, for as long as your hands are on him and you follow this guide, he will most surely belong to you, an amazing happy ending massage. I assume you can already give a good massage, so this won’t focus on the technical details of the massage, but rather how to heighten and eroticize the experience. There will also be some short vignettes for the prurient and perverted to read, even if uninterested in giving massages themselves. Enjoy!

**Step 1: Set-Up**

The important thing to remember about the ambiance for a massage is that it should be like correct grammar and spelling. You’re not trying to have the recipient focus on the music, the light, or anything else. It should simply be there to coddle the senses so that they can focus on touch, so that they aren’t jarred out of the experience by anything distracting. Low light and soft music that barely registers upon the listener are best: white noise, nature sounds, and calming instrumental music that flows in one ear and out the other without leaving any sort of impression. Scents are good, as well, but again, should be only enough to keep the mind focused on the massage, rather than drawing attention to the scent itself. Read more »

A Girl and Her Bot [MF, sci-fi, oral, toys]

“This is way too much, Liz! There’s no way I can accept this! How much did this cost you?”

“Don’t worry about it, the company paid for it. Think of it as a Christmas bonus. I told Gary he could either pay for a home service android, hire you a full-time assistant, or let you have a mental breakdown from overwork. And after we went over the numbers, the android was the cheapest option,” she explained over the phone.

“I’m touched by his concern for my well-being. Hooray for generating greater profit than the cost of a robot, I guess.” I sat down on top of a box bigger than I was. The outside was blazoned with the various tasks the android could perform around the house: cleaning, massage, laundry, lawn care, even cooking. It allegedly knew more than three hundred recipes, but I wondered how many of them were very good. Could I even think of three hundred dishes I would willingly eat? Still, it couldn’t be a worse chef than I was. And it’d be a huge help to not have to worry about any household chores while we were getting ready for go-live. “Ooh, it cooks! Well, if a faceless corporation paid for it, I guess I can accept it.” Read more »