Author: MatthewVett

Her Reviewer’s Reward [MF, titjob]

Her Reviewer’s Reward

“How can you find the probability of three or fewer earthquakes in both cities combined?”

Scott’s brow furrowed. “I can find the probability of three earthquakes in Tokyo and zero in San Francisco, or two in Tokyo and one or zero in San Fran-“

“There’s an easier way,” I chided him.

He thought for a moment before sudden realization spread across his face. “Oh! They’re independent! So I only need to use one Poisson distribution, whose mean is the sum of the other two means!”

“Great job!” I cheered, using his progress as a pretext for an all-too-brief hug. His broad chest felt strong and safe against my own, his muscles obvious even through multiple layers of clothing. I buried my head against his shoulder for just an instant before reluctantly pulling away. “You’re so smart! You’re really catching on quickly. I’m surprised you even need a tutor. I thought you aced all your classes.”

“I usually do. I don’t know what it is about stats. It just doesn’t click for me.”

“It will! And until then, I’ll tutor you as much as you need it. Until you’re getting an A+!” Read more »

XCOM: Droit du Serpent [MF, nc, sci-fi, alien]

Author’s Note: If you’re unfamiliar, XCOM is a strategy game that places you in control of XCOM, fighting against alien invaders. Lily Shen is from XCOM 2, at which point the aliens have already taken over, but a small band of resistance fighters, including Lily, continue to fight against them.

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The Avenger slept. Beneath the moonlit night, it sat nestled within a canyon, deep enough to avoid Advent scanners, wide enough to allow for an emergency take-off in case it didn’t. Within its alien geometries and cavernous rooms, its massive power plant throbbed and hummed.

A few unlucky rookies on watch duty kept each other awake on the bridge with coffee and stories of missions both successful and failed. Everyone else was in bed, either sleeping or fucking. Everyone except for Lily Shen, Chief Engineer, that is, who was working alone in the Proving Ground, in sore need of both.

“Think this’ll do it, ROV-R,” she commented to the small robot hovering beside her, who whirred affirmatively. “Alright, test it out. Just a quick blast.”

ROV-R turned towards the articulated mannequin wearing a prototype E.X.O. Suit. The mannequin lifted its arm at a painted Viper target and pulled the trigger for the wrist-mounted flamethrower. Read more »

Accident at the Asian Massage Parlor [MF, massage, huml, PE]

I stepped out of the winter air and into the lobby of Paradise Massage. A bell on the door jingled as it closed, alerting a woman to my presence. She emerged from the nearby hallway and stepped demurely towards the desk.

“Hello,” she greeted me, a slight smile upon her lips, her fruity voice as lovely as her tall, ravishing face. She looked mature, but still youthful. I guessed she was about forty from the few barely visible crinkles at the edges of her dark, crescent eyes. But her amber skin glowed and her jet black hair shimmered with the vitality of a woman half her age.

“Hi. I have an appointment for 1 o’clock.”

“Your name?”

“Roger.”

She checked the schedule in front of her. I took a look around. A bouquet of crimson azaleas sat in a stout vase on the desk. Behind her, a golden dragon adorned the wall, dancing beneath gilded Chinese characters, reminding all who entered that this was, indeed, an Asian massage parlor. A little on the nose, I thought. Opposite the desk was a sofa and a small refrigerator, filled with various drinks. I made a note to grab a Coke on my way out. On the wall hung wooden carvings of women engaged in various rustic professions: farming, fishing, and sewing. Read more »

I’ve Always Wanted to Go Skinny Dipping [MF, exh, public sex, skinny dipping]

“What are you reading?” asked Vicky Pham as she sat down next to me. I slipped my bookmark between the pages and showed her. She immediately lit up. “Oh, Arsène Lupin!” she exclaimed. “Finally took my recommendation, huh? How are you enjoying it?”

“It’s great so far. Definitely different from a lot of other stuff I’ve read. It’s kind of interesting reading a mystery from the criminal’s point of view.”

“He’s not a criminal!” she protested. “I mean, he sort of is, but he’s a gentleman-burglar. It’s different. He’s not a bad guy or anything. He’s in it for the thrill.” Vicky took out her lunch and continued. “You know, when I was in college, I wanted to be a mystery writer. I even wrote a few stories myself.”

“Yeah? What sort of stuff did you write?”

“Oh, it’s dumb,” she demurred, averting her eyes.

“Oh come on, you brought it up. Tell me,” I prodded.

She sighed. “Fine. So don’t laugh, but I wrote a few stories about a mystery-solving…dolphin…” she mumbled.

“A dolphin?”

“They’re cute!” she explained. “And really smart!”

“What sort of mysteries did he solve?” I asked, bemused. Read more »

A Friendly Blowjob [MF, oral]

I banged on the door. “Yo, Chris! Are you in there? Stop jerkin’ off! I need to borrow your printer!” I waited patiently for a few seconds. No response. I raised my hand to knock again when the door swung in, revealing Chris’s exasperated face, his brown eyes glaring at me. I held up my flash drive. “I just need to print out my essay, is that okay?”

He sighed. “Sure, come on. Make it quick.”

“What kind of a greeting is that?” I asked, as he shut the door behind me. “Is that any way to say hello to your beautiful neighbor?”

“Like you’re one to talk, Lisa. You nearly gave me a heart attack with that Verdun of a hello of yours. How do you knock so loud? You’re like, a hundred pounds.”

I flexed my arm and smiled. “You didn’t think I did all that taekwondo for nothing, did ya? Don’t tell me you need another demonstration…”

He winced. “I’m good. Just thinking about the last time makes me body ache…”

“I really didn’t mean to kick you in the balls. It was an accident!”

“It’s fine… Water under the bridge. Just…don’t do it again…” Read more »

Xeroxing my Zeppelins [MF, Exh, Titty-fucking]

“How’s the studying going, Sasha?” Matthew whispered across the table.

“As good as can be expected,” I sighed, leafing through the massive textbook before me, smaller textbooks arrayed around it like moons. “I’m just looking forward to midterms being over so I can get back to a healthy sleep cycle.”

“Don’t worry. After next week things will be back to normal. It can’t be any worse than your philosophy class last semester, right?”

“Yeah, that’s true, at least, but that’s a pretty low bar. I just wish Professor Kaminski explained things a little better…”

“No, no, it’s like he always says: “Theese iz very seemple!” Isn’t Jessie taking that class with you? Maybe meet up with her later to go over some stuff.”

“Maybe I will…”

“Oh yeah, there’s a taiko concert next weekend. Wanna check it out with me? Saturday at seven. We can grab sushi beforehand, too. Make a night of it.”

I smiled. “Yeah, sure, that sounds fun. I’ll need something like that after these exams.” I looked up at the clock. “Damnit, I need to go to class in half an hour… Ugh, why do course reserves have such ridiculous late fees? Maybe I should just hold onto it overnight and pay the fine.” Read more »

Photocopying My Tits [Exh]

“How’s the studying going?” Matthew whispered across the table.

“As good as can be expected,” I sighed, leafing through the massive textbook before me. I looked up at the clock. “Damn, I need to return this thing in twenty minutes. Maybe it’s worth the late fees…”

“Why don’t you just go photocopy the pages you need? That way you’ll have it all weekend and you don’t need to deal with trying to snatch the book back and forth from your classmates?”

“That’s a great idea! Watch my stuff, I’ll be right back.” I hefted up the book, grabbed my student ID, and made my way into the bowels of the library where the copiers resided. Flip the page, put the book down, close the lid, press “Copy.” Flip the page, put the book down, close the lid, press “Copy.” Flip the page, put the book down, close the lid, press “Copy.” Ugh… The mind-numbing rhythm of the copier’s lazy excretion was going to put me to sleep. God, this was boring. No one to talk to. Nothing to do except babysit the copy machine. Read more »

How Are Mine? [MF, exh, oral, first time]

The tall, redheaded woman stepped out of the hot tub and walked back towards the hotel, the warm water still dripping off of her body, leaving behind a darkened trail on the pavement. We were alone once again. I looked over at Michael. His eyes bounced up and down in perfect synchrony with her thong-clad ass. I elbowed him in the side. Hard.

“You’re such a lecher, geez… That poor woman…”

“What? I was just admiring her swimsuit.”

“Uh huh, I noticed you ‘admiring’ it the entire time she was here. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, I noticed. Tell me, what did you like best about her swimsuit?”

“I liked…how it…exposed most of her tits…” he explained, helpfully using hand gestures in case I had forgotten what her chest had looked like. Not much chance of that. I was going to have nightmares about being suffocated by cantaloupes for days.

I punched his arm. “Pervert! I’m surprised she didn’t pop out of that handkerchief… What’s so special about them, anyway? They’re just big… She might as well stuff cantaloupes down her top.” Read more »

The Four Seasons [MF, oral, exh, fantasy, choose-your-own ending]

So this is a bit of an unusual format for a reddit post, but I'm posting the introduction here, and then each of the four paths will be a separate link in the comments. Hope it's not too confusing, and thanks for reading!

I stood at the cliff’s edge, surveying the majestic scene before me. The sun was just beginning to rise over the snow-tipped mountains in the distance, sunlight scintillating off icicles in the pines’ branches. In the gorge before me ran a wild river, rushing through the landscape. In the middle were Arcadian hills, punctuated with wildflowers emerging from their hibernation. It was beautiful.

I sat down, took out my canvas and paints, and began to attempt to capture the beauty of nature before me. I had come out to the wilderness alone for a weekend camping trip. I had planned to invite my girlfriend, but just before I was going to ask her, she had broken up with me, complaining that I focused too much on painting and nature and not enough on her. I was still devastated, but pouring myself into my work was helping to soothe my troubled soul. Read more »