Basements & Nerds

Elizabeth had never gone to a dungeons and dragons game, and after sitting through a few hours of one in Chris's basement with his friends, she concluded she hadn't missed anything. But things were reaching the climax, as it were.

"Okay," Eugene, the dungeon master said. "So Morty ... I mean, Lord of the Gingers, has rolled a two. So Chris ... I mean, Emperor Dragonmaster you just need to roll a three or higher to claim the treasure for yourself."

"And it's a twenty-sided dice?" Elizabeth said.

"That's right," Eugene said, barely able to resist rolling his eyes. She looked at Chris. The blonde boy was stressing himself out. Morty, a tall gangly redhead with coke-bottled glasses and nary a muscle on him, was looking depressed.

"Let me raise the stakes," Elizabeth said. "A blowjob for whoever wins this titanic struggle." With that, all the nerds at the table gawked at her.

"Umm ... a bonus, offered by the fair Princess Elizabeth," Eugene said lamely. "Chris needs only to roll a three for a prize more valuable than any treasure."

Chris excitedly rolled the dice, already pitching a tent. Everyone looked at the dice, perfectly silent.

"A Nat One!" Morty cried out.

"Ummm ... what does that mean?" Elizabeth said, disbelieving.

"It means, fair Princess, that the Lord of the Gingers struck down the Emperor Dragonmaster in a colossal upset!" Eugene said. Elizabeth sighed.

"Okay, nerds, except for Morty ... out. Chris, you stay," Elizabeth ordered simply. The nerds filed out, leaving only Morty and Chris.

"Chris, you can watch and masturbate, but that's it. You lost," Elizabeth said, reminding him. "Okay ... Morty? Let's see what you have." She reached up, unbuttoning Morty's pants. Jesus. Not a single fucking muscle on him. She needed to call Donovan as soon as she washed the taste of this nerd out of her ... wait. What the fuck?

She tugged his tighty whities down, exposing a very erect, very large cock. It was very pink, and almost ten inches.

"How ... how the fuck is it so big?"

"I ... I don't know ..." he said, the bravado leaving him momentarily.

"Well, whatever ... see, Chris, if you'd just rolled a three ..." she said, shaking her pert, round ass at Chris in her jeans as she kissed Morty's inner thighs. Chris had already tugged out his cock, jerking it furiously.

Elizabeth kissed Morty's large nuts, contemplating him. If he was Black, she'd probably be in wife-mode right now. But pleasuring a white man at this point felt foreign ... wrong. But then again ... Jamaal ... D-Train ... Black Jack ... maybe a guy this big was just what the doctor ordered. She tugged his cock a few times, looking up intently into his eyes.

"Ummm ... have you been with a woman before, Morty?" she asked. He looked overwhelmed. He shook his head frantically. Elizabeth sighed. She wrapped her lips around the cock, sucking it hard and fast, using all her skills she'd acquired on monster cocks, causing him to erupt, shooting heavy ropes of seed into her belly. But she didn't stop.

"Keep watching, Chris," she ordered the boy, wanking Morty's cock hard to keep him erect. "Lay back, dear," she told Morty, then climbed on top of his cock. She let the tip of it rub back and forth on her clit, sending tingles of pleasure throughout her. Then she held it tight, as her soft, supple pussy wrapped around his prick, taking it inch after inch. Fuck. Thick and long, Elizabeth thought lustily.

"W-watch, loser," Morty said, trying to build up his bravado again. "Nat One rolling bitch." Elizabeth let him talk, just sliding up and down Morty's large prick, taking him to the base each time, feeling his courage, as meek as it was, and his manhood, which was substantial, both grow to their maximal peak fucking the beauty queen. She heard Chris moan, almost a feminine sound, as he came hard, shooting thin ropes of seed onto the floor. Morty was about to debase Chris more, when Elizabeth focused him to more important things.

"Rub my clit hood, just like this, Morty," she whispered, demonstrating how she liked it. He did it, in a robotic manner, but that extra sensation coupled with the fat cock buried inside her caused her to cum, and then again. Finally, she could feel Morty's cock start to spasm, pulling off it at just the last minute, as he came like a volcano, coating her ass and pussy and thighs in his rich seed.

"Why didn't you let me ... cum in you," Morty said, gasping. Elizabeth laughed.

"That ain't a first date thing, baby. At least not for you."