Short Stories: Back Alley Blow Job

I used to write smutty stories to go along Sabus Sex Arcade illustrations and some have expressed interest in reading more of these.  So I have written one up to go with the Back Alley BJ Illustration by LilBoots.

If readers like I will endeavor to do more of these in the future!
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Back Alley Blow Job

Moonlight shimmered in the water-filled potholes littered along the cracked cobblestone street. Scattered every dozen paces they were a hazard to ankles and footwear alike. Tonight they had claimed a single sprain, a pair of broken toes and seven waterlogged boots from the unkeen inebriated that stumbled along the sporadic oil lantern-lit length of road.

Most of the foot traffic ambled out from one noisy building in particular.

The Broken Nail may not have been the worst tavern in Telock, but it was a long way from the best.

Shady thugs, societal outcasts, and fresh-to-port sailors looking to stretch their coin were frequent patrons of the establishment. As of late, however, the latter seemed to be in shorter supply than usual.

Still, cheap food, and even cheaper drinks, combined with less than legal transactions and discrete deals, kept a steady trickle of patrons walking through its swinging doors.

Outside the tavern, around the back in the alley, another bit of business was taking place.

Hodan the troll grunted and leaned back to get a better look at the big-breasted, purple-skinned elf on her knees, fighting with his dick. Her dainty hand, which couldn't entirely wrap around his monstrous girth, stroked up and down. Keeping the apple-sized head positioned inside her mouth.

Growing tired the busty beauty quickly switched hands and although she seemed to struggle to even lift the huge ugly organ, her skillful manipulations kept relentlessly coaxing precum to add to the bubbling mess of saliva that she sucked up with loud exaggerated slurps.

The immense slab of meat pulsed and throbbed as she swirled her tongue over the bulbous head. She knew just how he liked his dick polished. This was, after all, definitely not the first, second or even hundredth time she had serviced Hodan's shaft.

No. Syx, the huge titted elf slaving away on his meat stick, had spent many, many hours getting intimately familiar with this phallus, and at this very moment in Hodan's opinion, she was putting that considerable knowledge to very good use.

It had been a while but she'd learned and remembered each vein, bump and ridge. What level of pressure and suction to employ. The preferred depth and speed that gave this particular customer the most pleasure.

"None of the whores I've had come close to yer talent taking troll cock, Syx. Definitely none of them Grobbers Bay sluts." Hodan complimented.

Syx mumbled something incoherent which Hodan assumed was some form of "Thank you."

He smiled down watching her as she leaned forward to suckle on his nut sack, her face all but hidden under his dick as it dragged over her face.

It had been the better part of five months since Hodan and his troll buddies Barney, Kurch, and Gristle had had the good fortune to house sit for Syx's master, Rickard.

The crazy old mage had to leave town for some sort of business trip which just so happened to line up with Hodan and his troll buddies' vacation that they'd decided to take in Telock.

The initial plan had been to spend what coin they had whoring and hanging in town before doing a bit of camping, hunting, and fishing.

However, their plans had changed completely with the chance to stay in Rickards place for the month. Even though Rickards tower sat on the edge of town, a mere stone’s throw away, by troll standards at least, from some great places to party in Telock they barely left the tower the entire month. Instead, they lounged about, getting waited hand and foot.

Constantly pampered by the busty elf. It had been the best vacation any of them had ever had. Syx had cooked huge, delicious meals. Cleaned up after them. And best of all, served as their personal, on-call cock sleeve.

The icing on the proverbial cake had come when Rickard had returned home. The nutty old codger had been so pleased with the ‘favor’ they'd done for him that he'd let the troll troupe borrow the huge-breasted elven fuck bunny, sending her back with them for another whole month to use as they saw fit as a personal ‘Thank You’.

As it turned out, that had been just as good, or better than their vacation. Since they all had shift work jobs that hardly clashed with one another's schedules they each got Syx all to themselves for hours at a time each day, without having to compete in sharing her holes or divide her attention while cock pleasing.

Though in all honesty, troll piling on the hapless elf had been rather fun too. So much so that they had made it a point to gang stuff her each and every day after work. Breaking just long enough for her to prepare one of her amazing home-cooked meals. Then it was right back to pounding away at her until near dawn.

A feat very few whores could take.

Syx, however, was an absolutely insatiable sexual dynamo. Sure she moaned and complained with cute statements like ‘It’s too big! It won't fit,’ or ‘you never go ass to mouth!’ and similar but the way her body responded told a different story.

She clamped and squeezed just right, no matter how many hours passed. Gritting her teeth as her hot, juicy cunt swallowed their huge cocks whole. She’d bounce and clap her ass, squeezing even as she vehemently pleaded and complained about how much she disliked getting her butthole impaled. And the blowjobs? Her tongue was like a serpent when it swirled under and around a cock head while she nommed away at the tip like she was some kind of starving cum vampire, absolutely desperate to drain balls.

Syx always knew just when to apply vacuum tight pressure or sloppy, messy throat action; gagging and coughing while being face fucked even as on other occasions her gag reflex all but disappeared.

As a personal test one day, Hodan had spent the entire time the others were away nonstop smashing her holes as hard and as mercilessly as he could. He'd even eaten his breakfast and lunch while banging away not wanting to stop for a second.

And the whole tome Syx had taken the relentless fucking like a champion. Grunting throughout the ordeal she’d clamped down vice tight and milked him with every hole he switched between.

It had been the only time in his entire life that even his near limitless troll stamina and regeneration had been pushed to their limits. So much so that at her feeding that night he only barely managed to pop off a single passable load into her tummy. Glad that the other didn't notice his poor performance as it had become a bit of heated competition between him and his buddies to see who could deliver the largest 'course' for her dinner.

Hodan's time spent with Syx had actually changed his opinion on a lot of things. For the first time, he started to contemplate settling down. The others had given him lots of shit for it of course, but damn if he didn't find his mind wandering back to Syx on those lonely nights since. Missing her cooking. Her back and foot rubs. And naturally and the warm tightness of her holes.

Perhaps he should find a wife. Maybe an elf? And if she didn't live up to expectations he could always eat her. Elves were delicious after all.

Would Rickard be willing to sell Syx? He doubted it. Even if she wasn't making the ol’ skinflint bags of coin from his tricking her out on the streets, taverns, and in brothels both here and the neighboring towns and villages his own daily use of her would surely be reason enough to deny that particular proposal.

He shook away the thoughts of any future plans and returned to the moment of pleasure flooding his brain. Hodan reached down and stroked Syx’ hair affectionately, a huge claw slipping down her cheek and under her neck. The movement wasn't threatening. Even if his claws could sheer armor and flesh like it was warm butter. Instead, the talon simply pushed upward to raise her chin.

Syx let out one of her tiny, barely audible groans between wet sucks of his dirty dick head, but looked up obediently.

He liked that. The eye contact as she slobbered and drooled over his shaft, her eyes leaking salty tears of effort each time he worked his dick down her throat. So, he simply let her worship his length like that, bobbing her mouth and lips back and forth over his fat, spongy cock head.

A loud clattering of a passing wagon or carriage didn't break her from her upward stare. Like the pro she was, Syx kept her gaze fixed up and Hodan petted her head gently to reassure her of just how excellent a job she was doing.

"You've missed this dick haven't ya?" Hodan let out a long breath pursing his bulbous lips, "It's sure missed ya."

It was no lie. It was like his cock was back home as Syx slid her mouth up and down the side of his length. The contrast of his green, thick vein adorned shaft a striking sight against her soft baby smooth purple skin.

Hodan pulled his dick back from her a bit and she leaned forward, but he held her head away. Her brow furrowed in annoyance, making him chuckle before he returned the tip to her lips. He gave a few small thrusts of encouragement popping his dick head in and out of her mouth and backed away. Grinning as she angrily chased after it with her lips and tongue as he played catch the cock with her..

It was a bit of a shock then when after a few minutes of the pleasant game that she looked away, her eyes darting over to stare toward the mouth of the alley. Though her mouth never stopped in its practiced performance in dutifully pleasing his prick.

Hodan glanced over to see what had caught her attention and spotted a grungy-looking fisherman. An easy enough conclusion to jump to with the smell of old fish wafting off of him. The scent was so strong that he guessed Syx could probably smell him too. Even over the heavy aroma of troll musk clinging to his sweaty balls.

The fisherman cleared his throat. Looking at the bucket containing a handful of coins on the ground next to Syx.

"You need something?" Hodan grunted at the scruffy man.

"Ohh… uhh… No, sir!" Stammering, the fisherman held up his hands. He paused then gulped but straightened. seeming to find a bit of courage. Possibly from the alcohol, he'd recently imbibed judging from his red flushed cheeks.

"Actually… Yes."

With the back and forth conversation, Syx had paused in her head bobbing. Merely lapping and chewing on Hodan’s cock. A little annoyed, Hodan reached around and palmed the back of her head.

In a smooth motion, he pulled her forward until half of his dick had disappeared between her lips. He let out a loud grunt of effort. Not that it had been any, instead the noise was made more as a show. To reinforce his dominance and reaffirm Syx of her place.

The busty elf’s throat gave a loud HuuRrK of protest, followed by a couple more gargling coughs which echoed off the alley walls. She shifted, slapping her palms on his thighs for a few seconds but otherwise readily accepted the massive troll cock.

"Well? Spit it out." Hodan said. He glanced down and chuckled at Syx who now had a good three-quarters of his huge dick stretching her gullet "Not you."

"HhurKkk.. yeh… uf cwourse nwot." She mumble-choked, her eyes once more looking up at him and ignoring their onlooker..

Hodan could have sworn she rolled her eyes a bit as she said it, but it was hard to tell. Especially from the way she was fighting to keep her eyes open and not instinctively squeeze them shut with each inch of cock which crawled further past her lips and down her throat.

"Oh, I was inside talking to that fella, Rickard." The fisherman motioned to the carving crudely etched on the wooden wall with the words '4 a good time speak 2 Rickard' behind Syx, He then tapped his chest, his nervousness returning under the gaze of a monstrous troll defiling the throat of the sexy elf whore.

"Ahh, you got next?" Hodan tipped his chin. Internally he sucked his teeth. He supposed he had been here much longer than what should be allowed. It had probably been at least an hour… he doubted it had been more than two. Or had it? He gave an unconcerned mental shrug. Time did seem to speed by whenever he had Syx coaxing cum out of his balls.

Which technically she had done twice … no, three times already.

“Alright, just give me like… ten minutes?"

"Oh sure, when you’re done." The Fisherman waved his hands, gave a gapped-toothed grin, and took a step back but didn't leave. Instead, he sat on the edge of an old crate, getting comfortable to watch with drunk, wide-eyed interest.

“Welp, looks like our time up, Syxie. I suppose I really should get on the road. It’s gonna take me the better part of a day and a half to get back to Grobbers Bay. Still, it was a lot of fun catching up. " Hodan gripped Syx’s ponytail and shuffled his feet, angling for maximum penetration. “I'll tell Barney, Gristle and Kurch ya said ‘Hello’ though.”

“MuGgUUrkk…”

"No problem. Alright now, I'm gonna be face fucking ya pretty rough for the next few minutes. Like all those feedings we gave ya." Hodan gave a little chuckle as he recalled the wonderful daily sessions Rickard had insisted the Trolls give her. “Now remember eye contact, especially when I finish. Oh! And don’t forget to tongue the balls.“

Syx lips were stretched tight around the base of his cock now, and although Hodan could barely see her head under his warty green belly, he felt her tongue snake out to flick and tickle at his nut sack, a clear indication she had received and understood his instructions.

“Good girl,” Hodan said. Pulling her head back to ; look into her upturned eyes. He gave her an approving wink and then pushed her head back down fully.

Syx’s breath came loud and heavy through her nose. She tried not to gag while his dick jumped and twitched in her throat. Hot balls pressed to her chin.

Holding her still Hodan closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of her expert tongue dancing and swirling over his testicles. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Damn if he couldn't practically feel his innate regenerative ability churning up another heavy load.

“Shit, this is gonna be a big one.” Hodan absently petted Syx head, a huge goofy grin plastered on his face. “Saved the best for last.”

Under Hodan’s belly Syx let out a muffled groan that quivered through his cock and balls but she didn't linger in the melancholy and quickly set herself back to licking at his fat wrinkled sack coupled with occasional loud gagging.

The pleasure in Hodan’s groin built more and more with each slurp, lap, and ‘Hulurkk’ until finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. As if furious Hodan yanked the cocksucking sluts head back then slammed it down, burying himself fully. One shove became two, then three. Each time the speed of his shoves increased until her head was a blur, being yanked from tip to base.

"AhAaah!! F-Fuck that good!" Hodan spit, drool glistening from fat lips and tusk like fangs. "That's it, bitch! Take that throat fuckin'!"

The fisherman grinned as he sat listening to the sounds of wet gagging and grunts echoing off the alley walls. With one hand scratching at his own sweaty balls the other fished out his coin, all too eager to drop them into the bucket and take his turn when the troll was done with his defilement of the beautiful elf whore.