A Different Kind Of Dungeon Master - Sex Stories

A Different Kind Of Dungeon Master

... be.”

“It has to be good?” Rachel guessed.

“Roll for perception, if you want.”

She did, and got an eighteen.

“It at least has to be good forhim,” I said.

“Typical.” Rachel rolled her eyes.

“But he seems to be taking that quick-or-pleasant question he asked you deadly seriously,” I went on, slowly sinking the rest of the way into her, all the way to the base. “He’s taking his time, moving in gentle stages that give you the chance to adjust to his presence, along with the binding spell tendrils inside you. After a few seconds, you find that you have more room for him than you would have expected. Only then does he really begin tofuck.”

Rachel giggled. I backed out enough to give her a deep, quick thrust, and the sound became a moan.

She closed her eyes, and for a moment, I felt my attention slip perilously back toward myself.

Toward my deeply average dick, which was never going to make any princes of darkness blush.

Toward this silly costume shirt I’d bought explicitly because I knew Rachel like them, and then never had the nerve to wear before today.

Toward the fact that, holy shit, I was having sex, I was having sex withRachel.

Toward how overwhelmingly, physically fucking awesome it felt inside her.

Every thought I let in about what I was doing, in reality, made me want to shrivel and run, either with or without a game-breakingly premature ejaculation happening first.

All I could do to hold it off was be the dungeon master, just be ...

... the dungeon master, watch and guide and enforce the integrity of the story as my players, myplayer, explored and gave it form.

Lucky for me, Rachel needed a bit of integrity enforcement right about then.

She started off following the rules, but before long, she began to move under me, stiffly and subtly at first, then blatantly grinding against me. Her face rose up, head tilting back in search of a kiss.

I grabbed her by a hip joint with one hand and her throat with the other, and shoved her flat to the bed again.

“Nope, you failed that roll,” I reminded her. “You’re still immobilized. You’ll get another chance to break free on your turn.”

Rachel stiffened back into shape and whimpered pitifully through her sealed, smiling lips.

I didn’t think I’d ever seen her so happy before.

Now, I may not have had the most sexual experience, but I was a sponge for knowledge when a subject interested me. Authentic instructions on how to pleasure a woman, or even accurate diagrams of typical female anatomy, weren’t easy to stumble across by accident, and they weren’t spoon-fed to boys in school. But theywere possible to find if you went looking, and you knew anything about how to use a search engine or evaluate the credibility of your sources.

The few women I had gotten the chance to fool around with casually in college had also been more than willing to educate me on how things felt and what they liked, once I managed to convince them that I actually wanted accurate ...