Sucking the Dungeon Master for Better Loot

I confess to sucking the dungeon master for better loot.

In fact, I have no regrets about sucking the dungeon master for better loot, nor in front of my party members who knew exactly what I was doing.

Let’s start.

So this was my first time playing D&D in person. I’d played Balder’s Gate 3 and really liked it, enough to want to join a group of people. If I joined an online group, I’d feel too stuck at home all week, so I opted for someone who invites friends to their house. We’re all old classmates. Thus, they knew my tricks and my board game luck.

Kevin was a DM (Dungeon Master for those not in the know), which meant each week, he spent hours putting together plot, npcs to interact with, quests, and occasionally dungeons and enemies (one-man game development, really). Since he was running a new campaign, it seemed like the best time to let a newbie in.

Surprisingly, I was not a bard who seduced everything (that’s me in real life). I was a dwarven paladin with an oath to the ancients, while Megan was our Rogue, Trevor was our Bard, and Lyle was our druid, though he’d often complain he should have been a cleric.

I won’t get into too many details of the game. We were in Waterdeep, and Kevin had finished giving us our 5th mission or so. Finally, we had some loot. This is good, especially as we barely survived the encounters.

We craved that sweet, new loot to help us fight our enemies and help us overcome bigger, more dangerous challenges.

Except.

I ended up sucking the dungeon master off for better loot, because his given loot was crap.

The loot he gave was worse than our current gear. Save for Megan’s Rogue, who stole and slept her way into better gear, the rest of us were worse off.

Kevin realized once Lyle pointed it out. “Sorry,” he stated, returning to his loot tables to check. “I, uh, yeah, I should have noticed, but…”

Trevor sighed. “You’ve been busy, Kevin, but seriously?”

It almost seemed like the two were ganging up on him. Still, the harder they pushed, the more Kevin said no. I decided to negotiate.

“All right. For better loot, I suggest sucking the dungeon master off.” I leaned forward on the table.

That certainly got everyone’s attention.

Megan’s eyes went up in curiosity. Trevor looked disgusted (perhaps he was still confusing me with my manly dwarven paladin), while Lyle immediately picked up on what I was putting down. He sat back and simply said, “I’m for it. Kevin, you’ve been stressed out. Elise has skills.”

Kevin sputtered a bit. He was in a dry spell himself, as his ex left months ago. Finally, he inhaled. He knew I was offering to suck the dungeon master and no one pushed me into it, it was a good way to soothe tensions, and a good excuse to actually give us better loot than what he prepared.

“Alright,” he stated, still blushing. I began moving. “We can take a break and Elise, you and I can head upstairs to-”

“No need,” I told him, eyes peeking out from over the table. I continued to slip underneath, despite the comments from everyone.

“Wait, wait, here?” Kevin asked, but I had zeroed in on his cock. While everyone watched me disappear, I slipped underneath the table towards Kevin’s crotch, my mouth already watering. I mean, a girl needs stimulation in a game! And I’d already fantasized about what sounds Kevin would make, so, off I went!

I don’t regret sucking the dungeon master off, especially not with the sounds he made at the table.

I pulled out his cock, a nice but modest 6 inches, and I wrapped my lips around him. Kevin gasped and his hips tried to fuck my mouth almost immediately. I held on through his hip thrusts, loving the groans that escaped him.

The others had not left. In fact, at least Megan and Lyle were palming themselves and kept talking.

“I heard she engaged in that glory hole competition a few months back?” Megan’s voice.

“Really?” Trevor’s voice broke a little. “Kevin, how does it feel? Knowing she’s sucking our dungeon master right now…”

Kevin gasped again instead of answering above the table as I pushed my head down his cock. The table was right above my head, and when he jerked his hips this time, my head hit the table.

“Jesus, Kevin, control yourself a little,” Lyle teased, though he was breathless. “You can’t hurt the negotiator,” he complained.

But Kevin couldn’t speak. All he could do was groan, moan, and whimper while I continued my assault on his cock, tongue tracing the underside. I kept my tongue moving, letting his hips fuck himself deeper into my mouth, every so often pulling out with a loud pop.

Finally, Kevin gasped, and cum filled my throat. I smiled and pulled off, giving a satisfied and loud sigh.

As if reading my mind, Trevor pulled his cock out underneath the table next. “Elise, girl, you need some bardic inspiration on your next few rolls?”

I laughed.

If you want either my mouth or to be geeky, call me! I’d love to have a good time with you.

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