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The Bet

By: LetsHaveFun



It's not every day that I get a call from a woman, asking me to fuck her heterosexual husband. So as you can imagine, this call was a surprise. My co-worker's husband Dave, desperately wanted to see her have sex with another woman. Suzie wasn't going to go along with it that easily, so she made him a bet. It ended up being decided with a simple coin toss. If he won, she was his slave for 3 months. But if she won, he was her slave and he had to do whatever she wanted for 3 months. She'd won the bet and that was why she was calling me. Only a couple of select people know that I am bi, and she was one of those few. She called me because she wanted to see her husband get fucked. In fact, if I 'helped' her out, she said that she'd loan me the use of her husband whenever I wanted. I had met him several times and thought he was good looking. Plus, I'd never had a slave before but I've always wanted to have one. So hell yes, I agreed to go along with it. She was going to bring him over to my house on Saturday around noon. 

I was pretty excited. When they drove up, I was already opening the door for them. She's a tall blonde that I'd always thought about fucking. When she came in the door she hugged me and gave me a great big French kiss. When her husband starting protesting she told him "shut up slave," and he did. He just stood there in silence as she rubbed my cock through my pants. He was shocked when she opened up my pants and took out my cock but he still said nothing, not even when she started giving me head. She looked me in the eyes, licked slowly from the base of my cock to the tip, and sucked it in her mouth for a moment. Then with a mischievous look on her face she turned her head and said, "Slave, take off your clothes." Dave looked at me, hesitating. 

"I said take them off NOW, SLAVE! She yelled, stepping up and slapping him hard in the face.

His face showed his surprise for just a moment, and then he took off his jacket and slid down his pants. Those were the only clothes that he had on, and he was naked that quick. 

Suzie gave me a look that said, your turn. "On your knees, bitch," I told him. And he dropped to his knees, already knowing what plans I had for him. I walked up to him and started rubbing my cock all over his face. "Do you want to suck this bitch?" I told him. He looked at his wife.

"Don't look at me bitch. He's your master now and you will do what he wants. Beg him to let you suck his cock." 

"Beg me bitch," I yelled at him, again slapping him in the face.

"I....I...want to suck your cock," he said quietly.

"Master," I said, slapping him harder. "And make me believe it."

"I want to suck your cock Master" he said, much louder and with enough emotion that it sounded like he really wanted to. 

I guided my cock towards his lips and pushed. "Suck it, slave." I let him suck on the head for a little bit and then I slowly started fucking his face. I grabbed the sides of his head and held him still. A minute or two of that and I ordered him to lick up and down my cock like it was a popsicle. At the same time, I asked Suzie to pull the collar and leash out of the bag and I strapped it around his neck. I wrapped the leash around my hand and pulled his face tight against my crotch. "Lick my balls, slave." I French kissed his wife again and played with her tits while he sucked my cock. I could get used to this.

I had him get on his hands and knees while I dug through the bag again. I made a great show of pulling out the butt plug and the KY jelly. I never saw anyone more ready to jump up and run then Dave did at that moment. While I had Dave lick and suck me, Suzie KY'd his ass and slid the butt plug home. He stiffened up but didn't say a word. I was impressed. 

He stayed on his hands and knees beside the bed, his leash tied to one of the posts, while I fucked his wife. Not only did I want to exercise my power over him by fucking his wife in front of him, but a couple of orgasms ensured me that he got a hefty taste of his wife's come when I ordered him up on the bed to lick my cock and balls clean. I really got off on having my slave lick his wife's come off me. "That's enough slave," I told him. I slid out and stood beside the bed. "On your hands and knees slave" I ordered him. And then his wife took out his butt plug. "Stay" I told him, like he was a dog. "Don't move!" Suzie and I went to get the video camera and set it up. We took our time to make Dave really sweat it out. When we returned five minutes later, he hadn't moved. 

I couldn't have imagined it possible but Dave started looking even more scared when we started setting up the camera beside the bed. What a priceless moment! After coaching Dave a little bit, I had Suzie turn on the camera. Dave began talking about how much he liked getting fucked by a man and starting begging me to fuck him. It was then that I made my first camera appearance as I climbed onto the bed behind him. I positioned myself between his legs and put the head of my cock at the entrance to his greased asshole. "Do you want it bitch?" I asked him.

"Oh yes master, please fuck me with your beautiful cock." 

I grabbed his hips and slowly ground the head of my cock into his tight little ass. Knowing he was a virgin, I took my time. I was hoping that he would enjoy the experience, in spite of himself. I finally worked my cock all the way in and laid across his back. I waited until he relaxed a little bit, enjoying my feeling of dominance. I began slowly worked my cock in and out of him, my arms wrapped around his chest. I sucked on his neck, bit his earlobes. My breath was heavy in his ears and I noticed a slight movement of his hips as he moved with me, still not quite acknowledging any pleasure he might have been feeling. I made him turn his head so that I could French kiss him, thrusting my tongue past his teeth, fucking his mouth like I was fucking his ass. He stiffened a little bit but then loosened up as he got used to the feeling of kissing a man for the first time.

After working on his ass for a few minutes, I reached around and grabbed his cock. A quick intake of breath and his arching back told me that he was starting to get into it. When I started stroking his cock while I fucked him, that's when his hips really started moving. He started breathing heavy. A sigh escaping now and then. I saw him look sideways towards the mirror, watching me fuck him. His wife was sitting in a chair in the corner, masturbating furiously.

I had only been fucking him for about ten minutes, but all of the earlier action and the sexual tension from everyone in the room had really gotten to me. I knew I was going to shoot my load soon. "Would you like me to come in your ass slave." I whispered in his ear

"Yes master, come in my ass. I want to feel your come in me." Either he was a damn good actor, or he was enjoying being dominated, being fucked, by another man.

I wanted him to come too, so I started fisting his cock harder while I fucked him harder and faster. I was surprised when his cock started jerking even before mine did. He body spasmed and jerked. His grunts came between his ragged breaths. He started shooting his come and his asshole starting contracted around my cock. He ass got tighter but I just drove through, trying to keep my rhythm even while I was starting to come. I lost any timing I had and just starting banging his ass as hard as I could while shooting wads of come into his ass. He collapsed on the bed and I fell on top of him. My cock stays hard after I come and I continued to take slow leisurely strokes in him, causing his still impaled body to react in small jerks. I licked some of his come off my hand and rubbed the rest of it across his face. 

Suzie came back with a towel and cleaned us both off. Since I had either her or Dave stroke me the whole time, my cock stayed hard and I was soon enjoying a long slow screw of Suzie. After I came, I had slave Dave lick me clean. And then he licked and sucked his wife's pussy, with orders to get out any come that I might have left in there. 

They both stayed for the entire weekend. During that time Suzie fucked him with the strap on that she had bought at my instruction. I fucked him a few more times, and Dave learned to suck my cock pretty good. I even returned the favor and sucked him off and let him fuck me once. We definitely turned a devoted heterosexual on to men. Next weekend Suzie's going to drop Dave off and I'll have him alone for the whole weekend. I've got an on call slave for just about 3 more months, so I'm going to make the most of it. How would you like to be the real life subject of my next story. It'd probably involve handcuffs. You live in Seattle? Drop me a line.

The Bet



This is my first submission so please let me know what you think. I'd also love to hear what you'd like to do to me if you had the chance (women or men).

This is something that happened to me about a month ago, and it still gets me excited thinking about it so I wanted to try and share it.

I share a flat with a guy who's a few years older than me, and although we fuck occasionally, we're not actually seeing each other, its strictly casual. Anyway, this guy is really into cars, and drag racing, things which hold no interest to me. He does have a great car, I can't remember what it is off the top of my head, but he says he can beat any other car in a street drag.

The night in question, I was at home watching TV when he came in, in a big hurry.

"Quick, come with me, I need your help to win a thousand bucks."

He basically dragged me out the door as he started to explain how he met some guys who wanted to bet a thousand bucks that they could beat him in a drag. When I pointed out to him that he didn't have a thousand dollars to bet (He spends every cent on his car), he said, "Yeah, I know, that's why I need you as collateral."

I must have looked pretty shocked, because he tried to make out that it was nothing.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to lose. I just had to offer them some fun with my girlfriend so that they'd go through with the bet."

My stomach was churning at this stage, I'd just been placed on the betting table as if I was some whore, that could just be traded around. Despite my worry though, there was also a familiar tingling down in my pussy, I have to admit I was a little bit excited.

When we got to the place they'd agreed to meet, there was only one car there, the rest of the street was deserted. (It was close to midnight by this time.) Two guys got out of the car and we got out to meet them. The driver was actually a bit of a hunk, the type of guy I'd go for, rugged good looking, nice bod. The other guy was almost the opposite, fat, ugly, someone you wouldn't normally touch with a ten foot pole.

They both grinned at me, and the driver said something crude about my ass. I should point out that I wasn't exactly dressed up, all I had on was some cut off denim shorts, and a short singlet that allowed my navel to show. I didn't even have any underwear on, (I had just been at home by myself.) The guys talked to my flatmate, agreed on the rules, then headed back to their car.

I think you can probably guess who won the race. It all happened so quickly – basically, there was just a lot of noise, we accelerated faster than I would have thought possible, I saw them edging ahead, and then my flatmate was swearing furiously. As we slowed down, he looked across at me and said, "I'm so sorry, Katie."

I had that churning in my stomach again, but even stronger now was the warmth between my legs as I contemplated what was going to happen to me. We followed the other car into an empty carpark outside a McDonalds that was closed for the night. The two guys got out, yelling and cheering. I heard one of them yell, "OK, bitch, get that hot little pussy out here."

I got out reluctantly, I was quite scared, but as soon as I was out, they were on to me, their hands groping my tits, squeezing quite hard, rubbing my ass, sometimes between my legs, rubbing the denim against my pussy, which had the effect of making me quite wet. The fat guy was standing in front of me, one hand on each of my tits, then he grasped my singlet, and ripped it down the front. I was shocked, but when I tried to protest, I found I just couldn't speak. The fear inside me was actually turning me on more and more, I was completely helpless in the power of these two strangers, and it made me incredibly hot.

The fat guy was mauling my naked tits now and muttering obscenities at me, "Yeah, you love this don't you slut, I'm gonna ram my cock up you so hard you'll be walking bowlegged for a week!"

The driver was behind me, I could feel his erect cock pressing against my ass, while his fingers undid the button and zip on my shorts. He pushed them down over my hips and was delighted when he found I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Wow, you came ready for us didn't you slut!"

His fingers probed between my legs, rubbing against my bald pussy lips, then slipping between them, fingerfucking me.

"You're so wet, baby, you want cock so bad don't you?"

The fat guy put his hands on my shoulders and started pushing me down. 

"Get on your knees bitch, I want to show you what you'll be taking up that tight little cunt of yours."

I knelt down before him, my face only inches away from his groin as he undid his belt and lowered his pants. His dick sprung out, fully erect, and incredibly big. It had to be at least 9 or 10 ten inches, and was as thick as my wrist. He grinned at the shocked look on my face, and then started rubbing himself all over my face. 

"I'm gonna fuck your mouth later slut, first I want to stretch that pussy."

He led me over to my flatmates car, and forced me to bend over the bonnet. My flatmate was still sitting in the drivers seat, and I was looking straight at him, as the fat guy stood behind me. He started to rub his cock up and down against my pussy lips, which is something that always gets me hot, I love it when guys do that. He then placed the head against my entrance, and started to slowly push in. He was stretching me already, and only the head was inside me. He grasped my hips then, and I heard him say, "Get ready to scream, slut!"

He rammed that huge dick into me so hard I couldn't help it, I did scream, long and loud as my cunt was filled with probably the biggest dick I've ever taken. He didn't stop to savour the moment though, he started pulling me back and forth, timing it with his thrusts so his hips crashed against my ass time and time again, pounding me, banging my cunt, slamfucking me on the bonnet of a car. I could see my flatmate inside the car as I was being poled, I could see his arm jerking up and down as he wanked himself to the sight of my 'rape'. He could see the look on my face too, and he knew how turned on I was. If you've read my profile you'd know that I love the thought of forced sex, of being taken hard and fast, and I especially love being taken from behind, like a dog. With the combination of these things, and the huge cock that was filling me up so well, I couldn't help but come. The orgasm I had was incredibly intense, it washed over my whole body, and wracked me with spasms. When it finally stopped, I was left limp and floppy, draped over the bonnet of the car. My cunt was still full of cock, but it had stopped pounding me. I heard the fat guy say, "You just came didn't you cunt?" I nodded weakly.

He pulled out of me then, his cock still rock hard, and he motioned the other guy over. This other guy, as I said earlier, was a bit of a hunk, and he turned me over, so I was face up on the bonnet. He got his dick out too, and stepped between my legs, then he lifted my legs over his shoulders. This guy didn't waste any time at all, I felt his dick probing my sopping pussy, then he shoved in. He wasn't any where near as big as the fat guy, but he wasn't small either. As he started to fuck me, the fat guy walked around to the side of the car. I was right on the edge of the bonnet at this stage and he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head over toward his groin.

As the driver thrust in and out of my cunt, the fat guy muttered, "Now, you're gonna suck me off, slut."

I opened my mouth obediently. It probably sounds perverted, I know, but I really wanted to get that cock in my mouth. I could taste my own juices as he slipped it between my lips, and then I was sucking him, giving the best blowjob I could under the circumstances. The position I was in made it quite awkward, but I got one hand up to wank his dick, and I sucked him as best as I was able. I'm normally quite good at deep throating a cock, but I had no hope with this guy, he was simply too big. I took him as deep as I could though, and he seemed to be fairly happy with that, cause it wasn't long before he was groaning, and his hips started jerking a bit. I could tell he was about to come, and then suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and started jerking off over my face. His spunk flew in thick tendrils across my cheeks, my mouth, and into my hair. Being came on is actually another one of my turn ons so I didn't try to avoid any of the jizz that spurted over me.

I'd almost forgotten about the guy who was still fucking me, I'd been so engrossed in giving head. He was getting close to finishing too, and as he did, the fat guy called out to him, "Cum on the car."

He did so, pulling out my cunt, and pushing me aside as his dick began spraying his load all over the bonnet of my flatmates car. The fat guy grabbed me by the hair again, and directing my face towards the mess, he said, "Now you lick it up."

I did as I was told, bending over the car once more, this time to lap up the cum of my conquerors. It dripped from my face as I did so, giving me even more to swallow. When I was nearly done, one of the guys pulled the torn singlet off me completely, while the other picked up my shorts from the ground.

"I think we'll keep these as souvenirs", I heard one of them say. They drove off just as I lapped up the last bit of cum. I looked around me, I was naked in a McDonalds carpark, my face sticky with cum, and I'd just been fucked by two strangers. What a night!

I got back in the car, to be confronted by my flatmates erect cock sticking out of his pants.

"You enjoyed that didn't you slut. I can't believe you came when that fat guy fucked you. When I get you home, I'm going to fuck you up the ass for being such a dirty little slut."

He was true to his word.



The Bet



Let me first setup the situation, I have been friends with this guy for about the last 10 to 12 years. His girlfriend, Tyler, had this friend named Jen. I was totally in awe of Jen, she was so beautiful. I am not exactly good with the ladies, so when I finally asked her to go out, she gave me an emphatic "NO!!" So now she knew that I liked her, she took full advantage of it. She would dick tease me all the time, she would take her shirt off and walk around in a bra, and she knew that I couldn't stand it.

So after about a month of this teasing, I finally told her that she was only doing it because she knew that I wanted to fuck her. So she said, "Okay, well how about this, I'll make a bet with you." She went on and told me that we could each write down 4 things on a piece of paper. She went on to tell me that the loser of the bet had to do the 4 things that the winner wrote down on the piece of paper. I agreed and started to write down the things I wanted her to do. Number one was that Jen had to fuck me, number two was that Jen had to give me a blow-job, number three was that I got to eat Jen's pussy, and number four was that Jen had to go skinny dipping at my house at least five times during the summer.

The bet was that Jen could make me cum in less than 3 minutes, I liked her, but I didn't think that she could do it. We both got all set-up, I sat down in a chair and took off my pants. I already had a hard-on, she slid a condom on my stiff dick and started to lower herself on my dick. Before she got to my pee-pee, I had a huge orgasm. Jen and Tyler both laughed their ass off at me. I had lost the bet and felt dejected.

Minutes after my knee-shaking orgasm, Jen handed me the piece of paper that she wrote her demands on. I unfolded the piece of paper and started to read, number one was that I had to eat my cum anytime Jen wanted me to, number two was that I had to take a gang facial from 15 of Jen's buddies whenever she wanted me to, number three was that I had to suck any guy's dick that she wanted me to, and number four was that anytime I was around Jen, I had to wear a bra and a pair of panties.

Immediately after I read the demands, she told me to stand up so that she could take the condom off, she did and handed it to me and told me, "Eat your cum, pussy!!" I did as I was told and dumped the cum into my mouth and swallowed it down. She then looked at me and said, "Let's go to Wal-Mart and get you some bras and panties, you faggot!!" Then she laughed and said, "and also, you have the smallest pee-pee I have ever seen, I think I am going to call you Stubby-Dick from now on." Tyler and Jen had a good laugh at that too. The sad thing was that she was right, I do have a tiny little pee-pee. My pee-pee is only 3" long when hard and 1 ½" in girth when hard.

We headed to Wal-Mart and when we got there she asked me, "have you ever worn bras and panties, and TELL ME THE TRUTH!!" I lowered my head and replied, "yes, I have worn them before." She then said, "well what size bra and what size panties do you wear?" I meekly replied, "I wear size 8 in panties and a 38B bra." She looked at me and said, "you are such a little pussy, most guys would have to wear like a size 14 panties, not you, you still wear panties that other girls can wear, just because your pee-pee is so pathetic!!!" I lowered my head and sighed.

We got into Wal-Mart and headed to the Intimate section. She started looking at panties and picked out a pair of pink satin string bikinis with little red hearts on them. She picked up about four pairs of them and said, "we are going to get quite a few, so that you aren't always wearing the same ones, Stubby-Dick." She headed towards the bras and found three bras that perfectly matched my panties. The bras she picked out were very padded, I read the sticker on the cup of the bra and it said, "GIVES YOU A 3 CUP BOOST!!" I knew immediately that Jen was going to pick those bras, just because it would actually look like I had D-cup breasts. Jen headed towards the desk and quietly talked to the lady watching over the Intimate section. They both started giggling and Jen waived me over and told me to go in the dressing rooms and try on the bras. I did and put my shirt back on and headed out, Jen looked at me and said that will do. I looked down and saw my chest sticking out, it actually looked like I had breasts.

As we headed towards the register, Jen said, "I am going to tell the lady that these bras and panties are for you to wear." She immediately started laughing and then added, "Oh cheer up Stubby-Dick, you deserve to wear bras and panties, because you sure as hell ain't no man with that tiny little thing you call a penis!!" She started laughing hysterically at me. We got to the check-out and Jen looked at the girl working and said, "these bras and panties are for him, he has to wear them because he has a 3" pee-pee." Jen and the girl working both had a good chuckle at my expense. We checked out and headed towards the car.

As soon as we reached the car, she told me, "put your bra and panties on right now!!" I started to undress and quickly put my bra and panties on.

Jen started dialing her phone and started talking to some guy. She said, "Hey, get the guys together, I got a dude here that has to take a gang facial whenever I want him to, we are on our way right now." She hung up the phone and told me to head towards her old school. I told her okay and started driving towards the school she used to attend.

She directed me towards the house we were going to and I drove right there. I was actually kind of excited, I had always wondered what it would be like to have a gang facial. We got there and she told me to get out of the car and we headed towards the front door. We walked in and I saw 15 guys standing there, all naked with big cocks swinging in the wind. Jen demanded me to take off my shirt and pants and get on my knees in the middle of the circle that the guys there had formed. I did as I was told and got on my knees, one guy stepped forward and slapped me in the cheek with his 8" cock. Everyone started laughing and this guy proceeded to shove his cock in my mouth. He started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth and I actually got a big hard-on. Jen started yelling at me and said, "YOUR FUCKING ENJOYING THIS, YOU FAGGOT!!"

The rest of the guys started to step forward and shove their cocks in my mouth. After I had taken 4 cocks in my mouth, I heard a guy towards the back say, "I am going to cum, GET OUT OF THE WAY!!" He stepped forward and started to jack-off in my face. Jen told me to open wide and I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. After about one minute of jacking-off, his balls started to retract and he shot a huge load of steaming hot cum all over my tongue and some even went in my eyes. I closed my eyes so that the cum wouldn't start burning them. That is the last I saw of the 15 guys until they cleaned me up. All I remember was I took about 20 cumshots all over my tongue and face. When I opened my eyes, all the guys were standing around smoking a cigarette. Jen looked at me and laughingly said, "you better get used to that, we will be back here quite a few times!!" I lowered my head and got dressed, and Jen and I headed to the car.

Jen told me she would drive, so I handed her the keys. We hopped in the car and headed off. As we were driving down the road, I looked at Jen and asked, "Jen, can I masturbate?" She looked at me and nodded her head in approval. I reached down and unzipped my fly and pulled out my tiny little pecker. I quickly started beating off and within about 2 minutes, I was cumming in a glass that Jen had handed me. After I milked my cock for all the cum it had, Jen looked at me and said, "Go ahead stubby-dick, suck down that cum!" I lifted the glass to my mouth and tilted it back and let the cum run into my mouth. I swished the sperm around in my mouth for a while and then swallowed it. Jen looked at me and started laughing and said, "you are such a little sissy!!"

We drove to a party about ten minutes away from the house that we were just at. When we got there Jen immediately started talking to a guy that she knew. She grabbed his hand and walked right up to me. She introduced him as Johnny. I shook his hand and asked him how he was doing. He replied, "I am doing great now that you are going to suck my cock, you little faggot!" Jen led me upstairs and took me into a room and turned on the light. Johnny followed us and shut the door behind us. Jen sat down on the bed and told me to get on my knees. I did as I was told, and then took off my shirt. Johnny dropped his pants and moved towards me.

His cock was at least 9 inches long and really thick. He slapped me in the face with his cock and yelled, "open your mouth you little sissy faggot!!" I opened my mouth and Johnny slowly slid his monster cock in my mouth. Much to my surprise, I was able to get the whole cock in my mouth. I started to slowly move up and down on his giant member. He was moaning and groaning and I could tell that he was getting close to cumming.

Sure enough he started to yell, "II-MM CUU-MMMIINNG!!!!!" I felt his cock start to pulsate and soon felt him shoot his cum straight down my throat. Johnny shot six streams of hot cum down my throat. His cock fell out of my mouth with a plop and he collapsed on the bed. He looked at me and said, "GOD DAMN, that was the best fucking blow-job I have ever had you sissy little bitch!!"

Jen looked at me and said, "Stubby-Dick, thank Johnny for letting you suck his cock, and thank him for his precious cum." I looked at Johnny and said, "Johnny, thank you so much for letting me suck your gigantic cock and thank you for letting me eat your delicious cum." Johnny just nodded and added, "my pleasure sissy fag!" Jen looked at me and said, "I can tell that we will definitely be back here!"

I have been getting gang facials and sucking dick for the last 8 months. Jen and I have since decided to date so that it won't look suspicious when we are together all the time. I visit Johnny about twice a week and I get a gang facial about once a week. I eat my cum about four times a day and get to eat Jen's cunt at least once a day. I have since started wearing panties all the time. I have replaced my entire underwear wardrobe with all satin string bikinis. I still wear bras, but not very often, Jen doesn't want anyone to know that she dates a guy that wears bras. Jen and I very happy with our lives and are thinking about getting married so that we can do this for the rest of our lives. To this day, Jen and I still haven't had sex. She always tells me that there is no reason for us to have sex, she won't even be able to feel my pee-pee in her pussy.



The Bet



It was a lazy Saturday I was enjoying the fact that I was on my own ,a welcome chance to relax and catch up on some reading .Carol had gone off with her friend Lisa for a game of tennis , which left me the house to myself so I settled in for a pleasant quiet afternoon .Little did I know that was the last thing I was about to have.

Out on the tennis court Carol and Lisa were battling hard their usual friendly match had turned into a torrid affair. The game had attracted a small crowd , some commented “what are they playing for Wimbledon?”, With a final grunt Lisa sent the ball up the sideline it beat Carols outflung racquet sending up a puff of chalk right in the corner of the baseline. Lisa let out a whoop of joy and ran and jumped over the net “I won!, I won! Now you have to pay up Carol!”.  Carol said you not really going to make me honour this bet it was only a fun bet. Lisa replied “yes I am ! “ If you had won you would have made me pay up “ Carol new she was right , however this bet involved more than just lunch or a drink .

For months Carol had been bragging to Lisa about Jon’s prowess in the bedroom particularly his talent with his tongue and how he would lick her pussy all night and give her soooooooo many orgasms. Lisa had always been envious of her friends luck at having a man who would do that. Lisa’s husband  although was satisfying he would never do that to her ,so when Carol would go on and on about it Lisa felt she was missing out .

I was snapped out of a pleasant doze by the sound of Carol and  Lisa laughing as they came through the door . Lisa said “Hi Jon! “  and gave me a look  like the cat that had gotten the cream , Lisa ran upstairs for a shower which is usual when they finish tennis . Carols look was a little more dejected  “what’s up babe?” I asked  “I lost the game!” I took her in my arms to console her “poor baby!” I put on a comical voice and laughed gently.

“I Also lost the bet” she said “Oh okay well I’m sure you’ll get over it, What was the bet?”

“I bet Lisa that if I lost I would let her have the use of your talented tongue on her pussy”. “what!!! Your  joking “ I laughed. My surprise was genuine but the thought had made me salivate .I had a real fetish making a woman come over and over with my tongue deep in her pussy was the ultimate turn on for me.

Carol felt my 7 inch cock stir when she said this. Sarcastically she said “ really upset about it aren’t you?”.” Mmmmmm well if you made the bet I cant let you not honour it.” I replied with a grin.

Carol went up stairs to tell Lisa that she (me) was going to pay up.

Let me describe Lisa about 5ft 6in tall , blonde hair to her shoulders ,nice breasts and a nice ass and legs well muscled and tanned from her tennis playing. Carol is about 5ft 8in brunette ,large breasts , nice ass and a pussy so sweet and so juicy, which made me hard just thinking about it.

I heard laughter coming from my bedroom ,”Jon!!” they both called I climbed the stairs as I entered the bedroom Lisa was lying naked on the bed half sitting with pillows propping her up ,her legs were spread ,pussy exposed which glistened wet with her juices ,she had a finger on her clit gently rubbing as she looked me in the eye.

Carol was sitting in the easy chair facing the bed, she had her hand in her panties , “did you think I would miss out on at least watching” she said.

I stripped off my erection springing out. I moved onto the bed Lisa pushed my head into her pussy , I began her pussy had a musky smell yum ,I blew  my breath over her lips her clit ,her thighs I felt the shudder come from her body .Slowly I licked each thigh flicking my tongue as I passed her pussy ,taking a little taste of her juices ,her hands were on the back of my head trying to pull my mouth onto her I chuckled at the control I had over her. After 10 minutes I relented lowering my tongue onto her clit I felt the first orgasm ripple through her ,but I wasn’t finished I moved down and entered her with my tongue ,I revelled in the taste the feel as I probed her with my tongue my nose rested on her clit .She held my head so hard and began to hump my face ,I could feel as massive orgasm building as I tongue fucked her ,Lisa started to cry “My God My God as her hips lifted off the bed and with a final “Fuuuuuuuuck!!” collapsed whimpering .With a grin I raised myself and looked at the prostrate body of Lisa still trembling and shuddering as the orgasms tapered off . I looked over at Carol a look of pure lust she had her fingers buried in her pussy furiously fucking herself .Her legs were spread over the arms of the chair ,I moved over kneeling on the floor I lowered my face down onto her , she was close to cuming  my mouth settled on her clit she held me tightly into her as the orgasm hit ,her juices flooded my senses . Yum I was having the time of my life Saturdays would never be the same . Coming up I said “ So what was the bet if you had won Carol? “

The answer is worth another story all on its own ,but mmmmmm was very interesting



The Bet



Standing at his door, I wonder what the hell I’m doing. 

I shouldn’t be coming over, I mutter to myself.

He opens the door with a slight leering grin on his handsome face.

His chiseled features reside in a god-like visage of a devastating smile and bright green eyes, and his body is perfect. Tall, around 6’4, and built like a veritable Adonis, with blue-black hair wavy and perfectly tousled. Bronzed skin, muscular legs, brawny arms, taut washboard abs, a tight muscled ass, and a more-than-adequate package. I could deduce all of that by looking at him, his pants baggy yet tight enough to reveal what was in store. His shirt was nothing but a white cotton tank top that revealed more than it covered.

I, on the other hand, was nothing but your everyday girl-next-door. My skin was smooth, soft and very pale. A cute face, with a straight nose, big blue eyes framed with dark long lashes and strong eyebrows, and a full sensual mouth that consisted of pouty lips covering perfect, straight white teeth. Curly, slightly wild dark blonde hair comes down to the middle of my back, accentuating my muscular ass from dance. Legs strong and slightly muscled, yet feminine. My stomach was flat, yet not washboard. My breasts were probably my biggest redeeming feature. Perfect 36D’s slightly large on my average frame, they were perky and crowned with rosy nipples that were a bit large, yet fit my body proportion perfectly. I kept between my legs and my bikini line trimmed neatly, so there was nothing much but a bit of dark blonde fuzz covering my mound. I looked down at myself sighing. My apparel was a black silk tank top that made my tits appear fantastic and a pair of very tight black brocade pants with gold embroidery swirling around my thighs. Heels about 3 inches high made me around 5’8.

I could see him appraising my features with a big smile on his face.

“Come in,” he invited, grabbing my slender wrist and leading me to his living room.

His living room consisted of a high mahogany coffee table, topped with a pack of cards, and a soft couch and a few armchairs. Decorated sparingly, it oozed masculinity.

“So are you ready?” he asked me, sitting in one of the armchairs with a wry grin on his face.

I nodded slightly, sitting on the couch.

I had lost a bet we had placed a month ago on the Super Bowl.

Of all the stupid fucking things, the damn Super Bowl.

I had bet him that my team would win. And he bet that his would.

He won, and his stipulation was that I come over and play a game with him, during which I would do exactly as he said.

Damnit.

He took the deck of cards and smiled.

“Okay, we’re going to start with a simple game of strip poker. I’ll tell you the rest of the rules when one of us runs out of clothing,” he said smiling.

“First, remove your shoes,” he said and I did so. I noticed he had none on.

He dealt.

I ended up with one pair, and put them down reluctantly.

He grimaced. “I have nothing,” he said, lying down his cards and taking off his tank top.

I smiled.

He redealt, with the smirk on his face lessening.

I received a horrible hand, in which I had nothing.

He laid down three of a kind.

“Remove that,” he said, lightly touching my tank top.

I did, revealing my large breasts barely covered by a violet lace balconette bra that just covered my nipples.

“Damn, those are fucking gorgeous,” he said, grinning appreciatively and staring at my tits.

I sighed.

“Just deal,” I muttered, and he did.

I had two pairs, and laid them down smiling.

He grinned at me wider, and laid down a straight.

“Shit,” I muttered as I unzipped my tight pants, pulling them down to the floor and tossing them aside, revealing my tight ass uncovered by a violet thong that barely covered my privates with lace in the front, and provided no back coverage at all.

I heard him sharply intake his breath as I sat down.

He dealt again, and I sighed.

I smiled, I had a full house.

He laid down two pairs, sighing, then unzipped his pants and pushed them down, revealing his muscular legs clad in silk navy-blue boxers.

I smiled.

He dealt.

I looked at my cards, smiling and laid down three of a kind.

That son of a bitch laid down four of a kind.

He rubbed his hands together, leering at my tits.

“Take it off, so I can see them,” he said.

I sighed, and released my tits from their lacy support. But they still stayed pert and perky, bouncing slightly as I sat down.

“Damn, you are so fucking hot,” he muttered, rubbing his crotch lightly. He removed his hand, then smiled at me.

“Well, after this, you lose your panties, and then what shall you bet?” he said.

“I don’t have any money with me,” I said stupidly.

“I was thinking in other terms, think awhile and see what you can think of,” he said grinning evilly.

“Remember, I have that picture,” he said, smiling.

I had gotten so drunk at the New Year’s Party he had thrown that I had completely stripped naked and fallen asleep in the bathtub. He had taken a Polaroid, and had been blackmailing me with it ever since. I grimaced. My stipulation for our bet was that he gave me the picture.

He dealt again, and my hands shook nervously as I received my cards.

I had a fucking full house, I thought and grinned. I laid them down and smiled widely.

He grinned back wider and laid down a royal flush.

“Drop your panties,” he said, leering ridiculously.

I sighed, and slid them off, kicking them off my ankles.

I was completely bare-ass naked.

He smirked at me, eyeing my cunt and ass. 

“Can I have the picture back now?” I asked slightly.

He shook his head, cracking his knuckles as he smiled.

He dealt again, and I received my cards reluctantly, until I discovered that I had a straight.

“Think of something else to bet, and maybe I’ll bet you all your clothing back,” he said with a sneer on his face, then looked down at my crotch.

“I will bet… my…pussy…if you bet all the clothes,” I said, grimacing slightly, then remembering my great hand.

“If you are so sure, then you can bet your whole body, which I can do anything to for the whole night, for all the clothes and the picture,” he said, leaning back in the chair, eyeing me from head to toe.

I nodded, and dropped my cards triumphantly. 

With a laugh, he dropped his cards. He had another flush.

My eyes widened as he stood up, took my clothes and brought them over to a drawer in a cupboard that he locked immediately. 

“You are mine for the rest of the night to do with as I please,” he said, smiling in a seductive manner.

I gulped.

I wasn’t exactly virginal myself, having had around seven or so partners ever since the age of eighteen to my present age of twenty-three, but I had a feeling some of the things he had in mind I had never done before.

He kissed me briefly, his soft lips on mine, before leading me to his bedroom. It was as masculine as the rest of his house, sparingly furnished, with only a heavy four-poster bed with an intricately etched headboard, a bookshelf, a nightstand and a dresser.

He grinned, and shoved me lightly on the bed.

“Stay,” he ordered, as he walked out of the room.

He came back five minutes later, smiling slyly.

In his strong hands was a length of silken white rope, cut into four long pieces.

He smiled and told me to lie still.

Striding over to the bed, then sitting on my stomach, he grabbed my wrists tied them together tightly first, using knots I had never seen before. Then he grabbed a second piece of rope and attached it to the first tightly. After that, he threaded the rope through a hole on the top of the headboard and looped it back around, tying it tightly to both the second and first rope pieces. The effect it had was my wrists were pulled above me completely, leaving me almost defenseless. The feeling was very erotic, yet frightening.

He grinned as he moved lower, spreading my legs and tying rope roughly to both of my ankles, and then to the posts respectively.

The end result was my legs completely spread, tied to the posts, and my wrists stretched above my head. I had no attempt to resist whatever he would do to my body. I tugged on my wrists, and there was no slack whatsoever.

He smiled maliciously as he rubbed my stomach with his hand lightly. I screamed a bit, not very loudly yet annoying enough, just for the sake of token resistance. Truth be told, this was really turning me on.

He stopped touching me, and walked over to his small closet, grasping a small linen handkerchief, and shoving it in my mouth roughly, eventually forcing my head up enough to tie it behind my head.

In my head I was damning myself, because god only knows what he was going to do to me, but hey whatever it was, it was sure to be fun.

“You look so sexy when you’re vulnerable. I think I’m going to fuck your brains out,” he said, grinning wildly and pinching my nipple lightly.

I arched my back and he laughed.

He sat down to my right side, smiling at me.

“You know I’ve always wanted you ever since I saw you that day in the elevator,” he said, grinning, stroking his hand up and down my inner thigh.

I had started working at a law firm as an assistant to one of the partners of the firm, and he was the vice-president of the advertising company across the hall. My first day going to work, I had worn a modest yet still form-fitting suit. I remember him appraising my form somewhat languidly, a smile on his handsome face. At first I didn’t believe him when he told me he was only four years older than I was. Twenty-seven years old and already a successful vice-president of an advertising agency was hard to believe. But he was only twenty-seven, and extremely attractive. I had no idea he was attracted to me.

He had invited me to his party, and I had gotten completely blitzed and passed out naked in a bathtub.

Ever since then, he had held a sort of power over me because of the Polaroid.

I had found out he had taken it two days later, and I was kicking myself.

He rubbed my clit with one finger while talking calmly.

“I am going to do whatever I want to. Is that clear? You are my sex slave for tonight,” he said, grinning and smirking at me.

I nodded.

He stuck a finger in my cunt and began fucking me roughly with it. It burned a bit yet also felt good.

“If I remove that,” he said, pointing to my gag, “you will suck my cock, bitch,” he said, grinning then untying the gag, lying it neatly to the side.

Tugging on his boxers with one hand, and fingering my pussy with the other, he grinned. He kneeled right next to my head. He took his cock in one hand and put it to my mouth. 

“Suck my cock, whore,” he said, now shoving two fingers in my cunt roughly.

His fingers began to hurt a bit, and when I went to tell him to stop, he shoved his dick in my mouth, grabbing my hair quite roughly with one hand while jamming now three fingers in my slit savagely. My cunt began to stretch to accommodate his fingers, so it didn’t hurt as much, yet his violent movements burned my pussy and made me feel almost ripped.

I began to suck at his cock, which became quite engorged quickly. He moaned, removing the fingers from my cunt, and grabbing my hair roughly with both hands.

My mouth was only so big, and when aroused, his cock was between nine and ten inches long. He began fucking my mouth, moving back and forth as if my mouth were a pussy. I kept my lips on him, and attempted to lick every once in awhile.

His dick touched the back of my throat and I gagged a bit, his balls hitting my chin. 

I coughed, and he continued to fuck my mouth roughly.

About a minute later, he came, jizm shooting out of his penis. I tried to swallow all of it, but began to choke on it. Sliding his cock from between my lips, I sputtered as he got the rest of his load on my face. I felt dirty and whorish.

“That was good slut,” he said, smiling and patting me lightly on the head.

He then replaced the gag, despite my protests.

He began to finger my cunt again, which was quite wet, and slipped three fingers inside, penetrating me harshly. The warm sensation built up between my legs, pooling in my groin. He slipped one more finger in.

I slightly grunted as he stuck four long, slender fingers in my slit.

Then he got the bright idea of shoving his whole fist in my cunt.

I screamed at the top of my lungs as he began to work his hand into my pussy. His hand balled into a fist inside me, and I felt ripped apart completely. He could see me squeezing my eyes shut in pain, and he laughed a bit. “Don’t like this?” he muttered, driving his fist deeper, which sent tears coasting down my cheeks. His fist was now touching my cervix.

My cunt burned, and he was smirking at me.

Eventually, after he pumped his fist in and out of me for a few minutes, it began to feel really good.

When I came on his hand, my pussy juices glistening on his fingers, he withdrew.

He reached his fingers around to my backside, and stuck one finger in my asshole.

I screamed and struggled. He laughed, and took it out.

“Bitch, I am going to fuck you in ways you never even thought possible,” he said, smirking while rubbing his cock.

He brought it to arousal, slid a condom on it, then laid on top of me and went to slide into my cunt. I put up resistance, but he managed to work his way in.

“Jesus, you’re tight. Are you a virgin? I don’t make it a habit to deflower virgins, especially in this manner,” he asked me worriedly.

I shook my head. He smiled and worked himself further into my channel, touching my womb and moaning deeply.

It burned, yet his big cock rubbing my clit took me off, and I moaned lightly.

“Damn,” he said, and began quick thrusts in and out, his balls slapping my ass as he pounded my cunt with abandon.

He continued to pump his dick in and out of my pussy, eventually both of us coming simultaneously. 

He drove deep into me, driving as far as he could, and pumping his hot cum into my slit.

His dick slipped out of me, wet with both of our juices mingled, landing with a soft plop.

I smiled lightly, feeling well satisfied. I had came a record six times so far that night.

He smiled at me, straddling me right under my chest. “Ready for more?” he said, grinning, and rubbing one of my breasts, rolling the nipple in his fingers like a joint.

He touched my groin, and smiled lightly, as I blushed in embarrassment.

“You’re already wet…. You whore,” he muttered, smiling slyly.

He began to finger-fuck my pussy, bringing me to another orgasm, as I shuddered and squealed against him.

He took the gag off and untied me and smiled at me, holding me in his arms.

“You know I don’t intend for this to be a one-night thing,” he said, smiling and stroking my cheek lightly. 

“But I don’t intend on betting or using you as a slave, you’re too good for that. I intend to pleasure you until you scream my name to the ceiling,” he said, a wide wolfish grin on his handsome face. 

I smiled lightly. My wanton abandon cared only for one thing right then and there, I felt like such a whore, but I had to admit I liked it. He was the best sex I had ever had.

“This was amazing,” I muttered blushing a bit. He nodded in agreement and then began kissing my neck, sucking hard. Licking, he trailed from my neck down to my pussy and began licking without restraint. Nibbling on my clit, I began to shake. This was the kind of man your mother warned you about, the kind who knew exactly what he was doing and what he wanted. I felt like I was going to melt. 

I came to orgasm a few minutes after he began tonguing my slit, and when he came back up, I could see my arousal glistening on his lips. He leaned over and kissed me deeply, and I could taste myself on his lips. 

I could feel his dick pressing against my back and I giggled softly.

He pulled me onto his lap and muttered, “Do you want to try something new? We don’t have to do this if you want to,” he said, running his fingers up and down my ass. 

“I’ll give it a try,” I said, smiling at him lightly.

He grinned and nodded. I felt his hand grab for something. Then I felt something wet and slippery being applied to my backdoor. I was a virgin in that way and I shuddered a bit. It felt good but very different.

He began to run a finger in and out, slippery with the petroleum jelly.

“I don’t want to do this until you’re ready,” he said, smiling lightly. 

After fingering my ass for awhile, he shifted to lying behind me, and me on my side, and I felt the head of his penis at my ring, and I tried to relax, and he entered slowly. He worked himself in slowly, and he slid in easily. Fucking me gently, I moaned loudly. It felt amazing. As he worked deeper and deeper in, I felt my body shaking and trembling. I hit the loudest and longest orgasm I had ever had. He grinned in satisfaction. He fucked my ass a bit harder and faster, and eventually it almost grew to a rough pace. I moaned loudly, coming twice. He eventually arched his back, groaning and dropping his load in my backchannel. 

Cum leaking out of my ass and pussy, and it on my face and tits, he rolled me over, wiping himself off on his sheets. “You are so sexy,” he said, smiling wryly.

I stuck my tongue out lightly, teasing him and smiling all the while. This had been one of the most erotic nights of my life, and one of the best, too.

We got no sleep the rest of the night. Far from it. We had sex so many times that I can’t remember. He broke out the Kama Sutra and we had fun with that, but that’s a different story for another time.

After the night of incredible pleasure, he asked me out on a real date, and I found I actually really liked him as a person. We began formally going out a few months later. We live together now, and have for around a year. And every once in awhile, I remember that night with fond abandonment. When he sees that grin on my face, he knows what I’m thinking about, and we prepare for a reenactment. Probably, the biggest thing I’ve learned is to not let yourself think that you aren’t good enough for someone. Otherwise we never would have gotten together, and never would have had the amazing nights of mind-blowing sex. Even the low-key sensual nights are amazing. Not only melding physically, but emotionally and spiritually has brought our sex life to a new level.

We’ve talked about marriage, but see no hurry in it. I’m twenty-four and he’s twenty-eight, we’re in no hurry.  He’s now the president of the advertising company, and I work as a full-fledged attorney, having finished law school. We live at his house. I’ve given it a few personal touches.

But you can bet that the four-poster bed isn’t going anywhere anytime soon…



The Bet



Poker night again. My husband Ken has a group of guys he plays with every week rotating from house to house. This week is our turn for hosting. Hosting for me pretty much involves wearing something semi sexy and serving drinks, listening to them banter and slipping off into my room 3 or 4 times a night to pleasure myself. I must admit I find it very stimulating knowing there are 8 men right outside the door while I am doing this. I think they may have even caught on because Ken made a comment about thin walls last time they were all here. I certainly doubt any of them objected if they did hear me.

After 2 self pleasuring sessions I come out of our room. The guys are unusually quiet. Ken is loosing heavily. Finally, with nothing else to bet he calls me over. I come and sit on his lap and he tells the men that if he looses this hand they can all use me in any way they want. I feel a wet surge of excitement rush through my body and am not sure how to react. The guys are quiet. I look at them and they are all staring at me, waiting for my ok. I look back in Kens eyes and he winks at me. I smile and say…."You can't win if you don't play"

The guys put up a good game of protest as to whether I am worth the pot on the table. Ken tells me to stand up. He instructs me to take off some of my clothes. I am standing there in my bra and panties while the men lick their lips, thinking about what they will do to me if he looses. One of them calls me over and strokes my thigh, as if testing the merchandise. Another reaches his finger inside my bra and touches my erect nipple, while a third one pats my ass. Finally they agree and the laughter resumes. Different now, with a strong sense of sexuality mixed in. The last cards are dealt.

I stand there and watch as Ken turns his cards over. He shows a straight to a ten. He seems confident he is going to win. He beats 2 pairs and a lower straight. But one of the men has a flush Another one has a full house. Everyone laughs and hoots except Ken. He looks at me and says, "A bets a bet hun."

For a brief moment everyone is silent wondering if I will pay up. Finally the man with the full house says," Well, I'm the winner so I guess I get first dibs. Come over here and suck my cock."

Hesitantly, I walk over to him, I have no choice but to obey. I stand in front of him waiting for him to pull it out. I can see he is already hard. He says," No, take off all your clothes first. We wanna see everything you have." I feel you come up behind me. Your hands slide around me and you undo my front snap bra allowing my large breasts to seemingly explode out to them all. They murmur their approvals. Someone says," Now the panties. And don't help her Ken. We wanna see her do it herself. She's been teasing us all night with little peeks of those things." I slide my thumbs in the sides and slowly begin to slide them down my hips. I pull them and the men can all see the wet crotch. I step out of them and stand there naked. Mr. Fullhouse says," That blow job. I want it NOW. Come take out my cock." 

Everyone watches as I drop to my knees in front of him and begin fumbling with his zipper. I can feel his erection straining against the material and I can see a little drop of wetness where he has been oozing precum. I get his pants open but he makes no moves to stand. He wants me to suck him off with his pants on.

Without further ceremony, I take his swollen cock into my mouth. It tastes salty and warm. I hear the men who are watching groan as I swallow half it's length. I think I can recognize Kens voice among them. I feel fingers tightening in the back of my hair and hands moving my head up and down in a quick sexual rhythm. I keep my eyes tightly closed but I can feel the weight of the other mens stares as I keep taking this relative stranger deep and deeper down my throat. When he comes, I have no choice but to swallow every drop of it, licking and sucking to make sure he's empty.

Then I stand ready for who is next. Ken steps forward and lifts me up into his arms. Like a well planned action another man sweeps clear the poker table and Ken places me down on it. He spreads my legs open wide so that my pussy is exposed for everyone to see. He says,"OK, who's next?? Try screwing her right here on this table. You're going to love it." And looking down into my eyes he says," She's a great fuck"

One of the men steps forward, rock hard. "I'll do her", he says. You tell me to hold my pussy open for him and I reach down and pull it apart. He roughly sticks his fingers into my slit and shoves them in and out. I am flowing with moisture and this makes him laugh. He looks at you and says," She's loving this." You both just laugh and nod. He grasps his cock and thrusts it up against me. As I feel him sinking into my vagina I hear the men moan. One of them says, "Yeah, fuck her good. Warm her up for the rest of us"

His cock is buried deep inside of me now pushing in and out until I can feel the head of it bumping against my cervix. I feel like I am going to cum but am not sure if I'm allowed. I call out to you and you come to my side. I ask you if I can cum and you laugh. You ask the men and they all say "Hell ya" So I let my gusher flow out of me with waves of moaning as the guttural orgasm washes over me. Some of the men are stunned. They have never seen this before. The man inside of me has though and he loves it. He is still fucking and fucking me without slowing down or stopping. He is fixated on watching himself going in and out of me. You reach your fingers in and play with my clit. He has fucked me so long I feel like I am going to cum again. You feel me tensing and tell him. This time he comes with me. Yelling and looking right at you as he fills me up with his hot semen. Load after load runs down my thighs. He pulls out fully drained and laughing.

When he is done, another man is right there to take his place. He turns me over so that I am face down on the table." I want a fresh hole" he says. He presses the head of his penis against my ass and slowly shoves his entire length deep inside me. I moan with lust as he fucks my ass. I hear you tell someone that my mouth needs gagged. Someone comes in front of me and offers his cock. I take it in slowly and work it deeper as the man in my ass increases his pounding. You come out of the bedroom and say," Here is it guys" and they laugh. I feel my vibrator being shoved in my pussy and know that everyone had heard me earlier. I start to cum and it sets off the chain reaction for the 2 men sharing my open holes. I get cum in my ass and mouth at the same time.

I cum again and again for hours it seems. Different rotations with all the men until they too are all satisfied. They have came in my mouth, my pussy, my ass. I can feel their sticky cum on the cheeks of my ass, my face, my thighs, my breasts, my hair, all over my body. 

For a long time I just lie there on the card table breathing deeply. Untouched. Slowly trying to recover from the multiple fuckings I have just given and received. I look over and see Ken letting the last of the men out and shaking their hands. His cock is hanging and it tells me he too has availed himself to me in the rotations throughout the night while I played the frenzied poker slut. 

He comes over and kisses me. Leads me up off the table and we head to the shower together. He turns on the water and gestures me in. He steps in behind me taking the shower hose and cleaning me all off. He opens my pussy with one hand and guides the shower massager to my clit with the other. As I feel the hot hard pulsating water hit it, Ken whispers in my ear," You do know I fixed the cards, right?"

To Be Continued...



The Bet



Her name is Heather and we’ve finally decided to meet after talking for about three weeks on the internet and by phone. We’ve decided to meet for drinks and possibly to shoot a few games of pool.

I enter the bar and quickly scout around for you. Not knowing what you look like, I don’t know if you’re there yet or not so I order a beer and take a seat. We’re supposed to meet at 7 o’clock and it’s now a few minutes after that. I figure that maybe you are stuck in traffic. I decide to wait until 7:30 and then I’ll leave. 

I’ve been busy watching the television and when I look towards the door I see a goddess coming towards me. The woman I see is looking at me and smiling. I think to myself, this can’t be Heather. She comes right to my table, says hello and sits down across from me. 

I can’t believe my eyes. You’re talking and I suddenly realize that I have not heard a word that you’ve been saying. I tune in again and ask you to repeat what you’ve just said. You’re apologizing for being late as you got stuck in traffic. I just smile and say it’s okay. In my mind I’m thinking it was worth the wait.

You get yourself a beer and come back with one for me too. I’m already feeling tipsy so I figure that I’ll just sip this one slowly so I don’t get too drunk. We decide to play some pool after we’ve chatted for a few minutes.

I’m getting a little bit hot from the beer so I undo the top button on my blouse. I tell you right off that I am not very good at pool but this does not seem to bother you. As we’re playing I have to lean over the table at different times. You seem to like staying at the opposite end of the table and I can’t help but wonder if you’re getting a good view. 

I have a difficult shot and you come over to help me. I can’t seem to grasp what you want me to do so you put your arms around me to guide me with the shot. The closeness of your body touching mine is sending shivers right down to my clit. I can feel your breath on the back of neck. It’s almost too much to handle. As I let the shot go, you release me and I shudder. 

You see me shudder and lean over to whisper in my ear, “Are you alright?”

I smile and nod. I then notice that my nipples are hard. You notice as well and just smile a slow, sexy smile that melts me. We continue the game and you win because you are obviously the better player. I decide to make the game a little more interesting. I ask if you’d like to play for a friendly wager. 

You raise your eyebrows and ask, “What kind of wager?”

“Well” I say as I lean over the table suggestively, “if I win, you give me a massage and if you win, I’ll give you a striptease.” I lick my lips suggestively.

I can tell that you’re intrigued. Before you respond, I get ready to take my shot. As I’m leaning over the pool table you come up behind me. This breaks my concentration so I lean back and your body is touching mine. 

You brush the hair back from my ear and ask me in your sexy voice, “Does that include a lap dance?”

This sends shivers through me. As I grind against you and you moan I say, “Definitely honey.”

The game is pretty close but I end up winning. I suspect that you may have let me win but I don’t say anything. You just smile, shrug your shoulders and congratulate me. 

“So, when do you want that massage?” you ask me.

I look at you and smile slyly,”How about now?”

You look surprised but pleasantly so. We make our way out of the bar and back to my apartment. On the walk back to my apartment, you brush against me once or twice and each time you apologize. Every time you come into contact with my body a tingling flows from my head to my toes but especially to my clit.

It’s a short walk to my house from the bar but it seems to take forever. We finally arrive and you follow me inside. I kick off my shoes and tell you to make yourself at home while I fix us a drink. 

As I hand you your drink I ask, “Would you mind if I take a shower as I smell like smoke from the bar?” 

You raise your eyebrows and say, “No, I don’t mind. Can I watch?”

I laugh thinking that you are joking. I can tell by your face that you might be serious so I decide to call your bluff. 

I regain my composure and say, “Sure, why not?”

If you are surprised by my response, you don’t show it. You take a sip of your drink and tell me to let you know when I’m ready.

I go into my bedroom and strip out of my clothes and slip into my bathrobe. I go into the bathroom and start to run the water. Once the temperature is adjusted, I hop in the shower and pull the curtain open halfway so the floor doesn’t get wet. I tell you that I’m ready and I see you come sauntering down the hall. I think that you’re going to come into the bathroom but you stand and lean against the doorframe.

I feel your eyes on me as I soap my body with the sponge. I’m avoiding eye contact with you as I’m a little bit self-conscious. As I lather up my hair I start to feel more at ease and I feel as if I’m putting on a show. I drop the soap and purposely turn my ass towards you as I bend over to pick it up. I rinse off, turn off the water and grab my towel. As I’m drying my hair our eyes lock for a minute. I break contact and slip into my robe. You stand there watching as I brush my hair. 

I turn to you and say, “I’m ready for my massage. Do you want me clothed or not and where do you want me?”

You smile slyly and say, “ No clothes and on the bed.”

I make my way into the bedroom with you close behind. I strip off my robe and lie face down on the bed. 

“Before you get too comfortable, do you have any oil or lotion and where do you keep it?” you ask.

I tell you where you can find some. I hear some rustling in the cupboard and then I feel your weight on the bed beside me. Then I feel you straddling my legs and then you slide up so you’re sitting on my ass. I’m turned on already and you haven’t even touched me yet. 

I hear you taking the cap off the lotion and spreading it in your hands. Then I feel your hands on my neck. Your hands feel very good and you seem to know just how to touch me. Hard enough to feel good but not hard enough to hurt. You make your way down my body and eventually you start massaging my ass. I’m trying not to get aroused but I can’t help myself. You must sense this and you move down my legs to my feet. After you’ve massaged my feet for a while, you ask me to flip over. 

I’m surprised, “ Flip over? Why do I need to do that? “

“So I can massage the front of you silly, now turn over.”

I do as commanded and you get your hands oiled up again. You start with my neck again and then make your way down my arms to my hands. You then make your way back up my arms and over to my breasts. You are careful not to massage my nipples but you inevitably end up touching them once or twice. An involuntary moan escapes my lips. Our eyes meet and I’m sure you can see the passion that I’m trying so desperately to hide.

You continue your way down my body. Massaging my stomach and legs and finally my feet. I let out a sigh of relief as I assume that you are done but I soon find out that I’m wrong as you make your way back up legs. As your hands reach the top of my thighs, you massage my pussy but very lightly. I’m watching you as you do this and you look up and catch my eye. You continue to massage and I can’t help but part my legs wider for easier access. You notice my movement and smile. You part my lips with your hand and slip a finger in to massage my clit. I’m biting my lip to stop the moaning that is threatening to escape my lips. You must sense this as you look at me and say, “Don’t hold it in, I want to hear you moan woman.”

That’s all I need to hear. You continue to massage my clit but very slowly and in a teasing way. Your touch is driving me insane. You stop momentarily and I think maybe you’ve changed your mind. 

You take your sweater off and say, “Damn it’s awfully hot in here. Now where was I?”

You part my legs and continue to stroke my clit with your finger. I am now moaning with abandon and trying not to writhe all over the bed. You lean in and blow teasingly on my clit. The next thing I feel is your tongue as you slowly lick my pussy from top to bottom. You then slide a finger inside me and very quickly a second once you feel how wet I am. You start fucking me with your fingers as you suck on my clit. All too quickly I feel the orgasm overpowering me. You sense that I’m reaching my climax but you keep your tongue on my clit and continue to fuck me with your fingers. Very quickly a second orgasm overtakes me. You must sense that I need a break as you remove your fingers and come up to kiss me. 

“Damn that was good.” I say.

“Honey, you haven’t seen anything yet.” You have a very sexy but sly grin on your face as you begin to play with my breasts. 

Part Two is coming Wendy J



The Bet



The attic was stuffy and dry. Dust particles shimmered through the moon beams coming through the oval window pane. Twenty-five year old independent film maker Bobby Darius focused the lens tighter onto his next door neighbor"s window. He'd been waiting for a moment like this for eight weeks. Bobby even wagered on it. Betting he could catch his recently divorced next door neighbor Margaret in a compromising position. He'd film it too! Time table would be nine and half weeks after which a winner would be declared. Bobby's half hearted school yard wager was accepted by his film class rival Cassie Thrush.

"Okay pervert I'll take your bet. If I win you have to work at my sorority in a maid's outfit for a month. Doing whatever I want you to do." Cassie bated knowing that Bobby would probably back down from his bold boast.

"Done. You on the other hand will be my porn starlet for a week. Doing whatever I want you to do." There's no way she'd go for that. Bobby thought as he watched Cassie think it over. No way.

"You're on Freak. Time's a wastin'. Cassie stared at her watch then poked Bobby in the chest then confidently strode away. Bobby couldn't help but watch Cassie's short pleated skirt sway atop her cheerleader legs . Her luxurious curly brown hair bouncing off her tight cardigan sweater. Her plump ass pumping back and forth. "Get your maid outfit ready, loser!" Cassie yelled as she disappeared over the grassy hill. 

The sweat dripped off Bobby's brow as he got the image in focus. The normally drawn shades were open enough for Bobby to film what he'd luckily stumbled on. Margaret's gray business skirt was bunched around her plump hips. Her mature legs. wrapped in thigh high nylons. lay spread wide open on her queen sized bed. Bobby was now filming Margaret furiously rubbing her hand through her plush, secret desire. Her aroused clit glistened between her wet fingers. Margaret's huge nipples pushed through the tight flimsy material of her blouse. Satisfied with the focus Bobby reluctantly stopped viewing and hit the speed dial on his cell phone.

"She is huh? I'll be the judge of that! I'm coming over." Click. The phone went silent. Cassie was in for a big surprise. Bobby resumed his voyeuristic exploration. Rubbing his erection through the material of his tight jeans as he watched raptly Margaret's masturbation.

Fifteen minutes went by until Cassie showed up. "Okay loser let's see." Cassie pushed Bobby aside and peered through the view finder. "Holy crap! Bobby you did it! God, she's really goin' at it."

"And with a week and a half to spare." Bobby said adjusting his eyes in the gloom. Cassie was wearing knee high boots and her signature pleated skirt. This skirt was alot shorter than she normally wore. Barely containing her sweet Crumb girl ass. Cassie's midriff t-shirt barely contained bulbous chest as she leaned to to peer through the viewfinder. 

Bobby was so turned on he could hardly think straight. He had to keep his cool though in case Cassie welshed out of the bet. He fully expected her to balk. 

"Come here Sir porn alot she's about to cum." Bobby slid his face next to Cassie's and they both watched Margaret's hips bouncing up and down as her mature wet pussy hungrily sucked in her well manicured fingers. Margaret's rhythm slowing as her body tensed in obvious orgasmic bliss. Finally her round hips collapsed on the bed.

"Well it looks like I'm your little porn slut for a week. I'm not gonna back away from it either. So, you better enjoy it Slick. Damn, you're the luckiest man on campus. I had a maid's outfit ready for you and everything."Even in loss Cassie was defiant. "So what now?"

"Let's go down stairs this attic's a little stuffy." Bobby choked out. Still not believing his dumb luck. Cassie grabbed Bobby's sweaty wrist and led him down stairs.

"Would you like a beer?" Bobby asked regaining his composure.

"Sure. That'll be great." Cassie patted Bobby's ass as he walked by her into the kitchen.

Bobby rustled around in the back of the fridge grabbing two beers. Cassie in the meantime stood in the entry way with her back to Bobby. Her booted legs spread apart. She waited til the fridge door shut.

"Oops, I dropped something." Cassie cooed like a little girl. Bending over from the waist to pick up something that wasn't there. Bobby stared as Cassie's pleated skirt rose up the back of her cheerleader thighs exposing her plump naked ass. "I wonder where I put that thing?" Cassie teased. Her skirt rode higher as she wrapped her arms around her booted calve. Bobby had a full view of Cassie's aroused pussy lips. Before Bobby could do anything except, look slack jawed, Cassie erected herself, turned the corner, and proceeded down the hall toward the living room. That's when the phone rang.

"Hello?" Bobby answered setting the beers on the counter.

"Hi Sugar did you get what you wanted?" Margaret's sultry voice licked Bobby's brain over the airwaves.

"I sure did but she had to come over and see for herself." Bobby whispered quickly. "She's in the livingroom right now! I can't believe she's actually going to go through with the bet." Bobby's hand was over the reciever.

"Okay Sugar you sound busy. I wish I could come over though."Margaret pleaded.

"May be you can." The wheels in Bobby's head began to turn."Come up the back stairs in ten minutes. Quietly okay? I'll be filming Cassie blindfolded."Bobby could hear the stereo come on in the livingroom. 

"Mmmmm, I hope you'll have her, you know, touching herself." Margaret purred.

" How would you like too..?" Bobby paused.

"Oh, you naughty boy. sounds yummy. I'll be over in a bit."

"And wear what you had on too, please. Gotta go." Bobby hung up, grabbed the beers, and went into the living room. Cassie sat cross legged on the couch.

"So, what did you have in mind sport?' Cassie condescendingly snagged the beer out of Bobby's hand. Her smartalleck lips smiling up at him.

"I'll be right back." Bobby ran back up to the attic.

"What's the matter? Nervous? Can you only get a girl if your filming her without her knowing?" Cassie yelled after him. 

Bobby came running back into the living room with his video camera in one hand and a dew rag in the other.

"What's with the dew rag? Let me guess, you want me to wear it like I'm a home girl? Where's my sunglasses and tequilla, Sport?" Cassie mocked in a fake latin tone.

Quickly setting up his tripod Bobby wrapped the dew rag in a thick band. "He then knealed on the couch next to Cassie. "Are you sure you wanna be my porn starlet?"

"I told you I don't welsh on my bets." Cassie ran her red nails down Bobby's denimed thigh.

"Great. Now, I'm gonna blindfold you. When I say action I want you to uncross your legs and place your feet up on the edge of the couch, okay?" Bobby whispered tying the dew rag tightly around Cassie's head.

"Uh huh. Then what Pornmiester?"

Bobby leaned in close to Cassie's ear. "Rub your pussy. Nice and slow. Then after awhile I'm gonna, how do I say it..?" Bobby nibbled Cassie's ear lobe trying to think of the right words to say.

"Eat me?" Cassie whispered back.

"Yeah." Bobby brushed his hand over Cassie's breasts as he stood. He went behind the camera and focused on his blind starlet. "Would you like some different music?" Bobby turned his attention to the stereo.

"Something slow and funky. You want a good show right, Sport?" Cassie was already rubbing her breasts. Bobby threw on a slow, bass heavy electronica cd and cranked it up. He then walked over and hit play on the camera. 

"Okay action!" Bobby barked. Cassie slowly uncrossed her legs spreading them at the same time. Her little pleated skirt slid down her creamy thighs. Bobby massaged his aching cock as Cassie's neatly trimmed brown muff emerged from her spreading thighs. He stared raptly as Cassie slowly fingered her thick wet clit. Bobby almost screamed feeling the cool hand on the back of his neck. He turned his head in time for Margaret's thrusting tongue between his lips.

"Come on Sport." Cassie purred. "My pussy's really hot for your tongue. I want your tongue in me baby." Cassie moaned rubbing her wet clit faster.

Breaking the kiss Margaret put a finger to her lips pantomiming a 'shhhh'. Bobby watched as Margaret got down on all fours and crawled slowly towards Cassie.

"Here I come my little slut. Are you ready for my sweet tongue?" Bobby said grabbing his smaller hand held camera off the shelf and getting down next to the advancing Margaret.

"Eat me, I'm so wet. Do it. Do it now."Cassie stopped fingering herself and thrust her plump young ass over the edge of the couch. Cassie's helpless pussy was now at the mercy of fate. Margaret wasted no time planting her mature lips onto the young film student's quivering wet clit. "Ohhhhh. Ohhhh yeah stud, lick it. Ooooooh, baby." Cassie moaned ambivelant to the truth that it was actually Margaret's face buried between her co-ed thighs. Blind to the older slut licking her sweet pussy like a whorehouse madam breaking in a new hooker.

Bobby couldn't take it anymore. Lifting Margaret's gray business skirt over her ass he continued filming with one hand while sliding his free hand down Margaret's hairy crack. He was now eagerly rubbing the pussy he'd just filmed not too long ago. A few strokes of Margaret's greasy muff was all Bobby needed to know that his trampy neighboe was ready for his aching cock. He unzipped his fly and let his thick manhood fly free.

Bobby climbed behind Margaret pushing her legs apart with his knees. He thrust his throbbing cock between Margaret's ass cheeks sinking his stiff rod into the moist folds of her pussy. Margaret stopped licking Cassie and let out a low gutteral moan as Bobby pounded her doggie style.

Hearing the mature slut's moan of ecstasy Cassie lifted the dew rag off her eyes. "What's going on?" Cassie muttered weakly. "Hey stop! You can't be... Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oooooooohhh!" Margaret resumed her carpet munching before Cassie could protest further. Licking the shocked Crumb girl to the first intense orgasm of her young adult life. Relentlessly pulsing Cassie's clit with her experienced tongue Margaret did her best to hang onto Cassie's bucking orgasmic hips.

Bobby watched his classmate spasm and writhe sending his aroused prick over the edge. He blasted his hot cum into Margaret's inviting pussy. His stomach slapping her ass slower and slower until his flacid tool could spurt no more.

Cassie laid there trying to catch her breath. Likewise Bobby sprawled on the carpet his chest heaving. Margaret stood and straightened out her skirt. She kissed Cassie on the forehead and blew a kiss to Bobby as she made her way across the livingroom.


"Bobby?" Margaret asked firmly in control of herself.

"Yes, what'cha need." Bobby answered dreamily.

"I want you and Cass to come over tomorrow. I'll be serving a spread that'll melt in your mouths. Bye, bye." Bobby stared at Margaret's bouncing hips as she made her way out the front door when a sharp slap struck his face.

"Guess you'll be wearing that maid's outfit afterall, Pervert." Cassie laughed. Bobby rubbed his sore face and giggled back at her. 



The Bet



"Want to make a more, uh, interesting bet?"

I stared across the table into the steel gray eyes. They blazed with the fire of competition that characterized our relationship over the years. I too felt combative juices rising. Nothing short of an unequivocal answer would do. 

"Yes." 

"Since we started our business fifteen years ago, we've met the third Thursday of each month to play cards. In the beginning, for match sticks, it was fun. It was better when we graduated to pennies, then serious money. Now we've both too much money. The excitement's gone- agreed?

"Yes, come to the point." My eyes held steady.

"To regain the excitement, I propose the ultimate bet, new deck, one hand, five card draw. The winner- and I state this succinctly, but delicately as possible-gets to, shall we say, sleep with the losers spouse."

I didn't flinch. I never show weakness, especially to my partner. That had been the hallmark of our rise in the corporate world. We both engaged in hard-fisted business dealings, quick decisions and ruthless gutting of our competitors. But, it was an intriguing bet--not collectable of course. Or, what didn't I know? I couldn't back down.

"Deal." I barked, but felt my gut heave. To steady myself, I sipped my drink and looked around the room. My partner cracked a new deck and began to shuffle. We two were in our private room in an exclusive club atop a building in Tampa. Years ago, we had purchased the building, and started the club with its spectacular view of the bay and switched our card game/meetings from the original ramshackle basement to our own club. However, our meetings had changed over the years. In the beginning there was excitement; a feeling of accomplishment. Now we played lackadaisically and planned business options. All so boring. I felt rising excitement as the cards were dealt.

Two tens, a seven, a three and a two, not bad I thought.

"Bet?" came from across the table.

This is a totally ludicrous bet, but two could play this game, I reasoned. Carefully to show no emotion I answered, "Yes, the loser must actively help the winner in the, ah, shall we say, seduction." Intently I watched the gray eyes for a sign of weakness. There was none.

“I’ll see you and loser pays the hotel bills for the big night. Cards?"

"Yes, three?" Damn, I knew my voice was shaking slightly, but I covered by clearing my throat.

I picked up two threes and a queen. That made two pair, queen high; defiantly a strong hand.

My partner took two cards. Hotel bills I thought. Losing your nerve? “See you and the winner must tell all to the loser in explicit detail, and the loser must listen." At last, I got the reaction I wanted. For a split second I saw the gray eyes widen, then relax.

“Care to raise?” I breathed.

“Check.”

"Call."

In slow motion, my partner's hand turned. The fanned cards contrasted starkly with the snowy whiteness of the starched tablecloth. 

"Two pair, ace high," came from the smug voice across the table.

Damn, I'd lost to that bitch Alice.

"Well my dear, it's certainly been an interesting evening," I said trying to hide my shock.

"Yes, Jean. I did enjoy it. It's late. Perhaps we'd better go now."

I avoided eye contact.

In the elevator, Alice turned to me. "Just a little bit of business. One of us has to do something about Claudia."

"Yes," I agreed. "I'll start tomorrow." 

Claudia was already in the office when I arrived. As always, she was beautifully dressed, hair cut fashionably, little makeup. When she stood and brought me messages and coffee, I noted that her figure was abundantly displayed in a tight spandex top complete with that ridicules mini skirt. Ten years younger than Alice or I, she -well, she looked good as always. As she left my office, I noted that her butt was still round and high, whereas mine had began to expand and surrender to the forces of gravity. I dialed the employment agency on my private line. I felt no remorse. Claudia was an excellent secretary, but she distracted our male customers. We just couldn't have that.

Hoping that last night's card game had been a bad dream, I threw myself into a stack of papers. At ten thirty, the intercom went off. This was our private line installed so we could easily communicate.

"Jean, I see by the schedule that you're having lunch with that delicious hunk of a husband of yours at 12:30 today at the Windmyre?"

"Yes."

"Jean honey, you do remember our card game and--the bet?"

"Yes, Alice."

"I want you to call John at 12:30 and cancel."

"But, he'll already be there then?"

"Yes, honey and so will I. We'll just happen to meet, and since you stood him up, I'm sure John will be a gentleman and ask me to join him. After all, we two couples have know each other for ten years."

Steeling myself to show no emotion, I answered, "No problem. Consider it done." 

"Jean, I do love your honesty. By the way, you haven't seen me today. I'm wearing the silk number you hate because you think it makes me look trashy. I'll bet John will love it. I'm taking off my bra in the washroom before I leave. Ta ta."

A burning sensation consumed me as I spent at least thirty minutes immobilized, thinking about the last ten years. Jean and John. We'd been married for ten years and called ourselves "J" and "J." John was an attorney in the same firm as Alice's husband Allen. "J" and "J" friends of "A" and "A" was the private joke between the two couples. Surely, John wouldn't fall for Alice's plans. I was certain he'd been faithful during our marriage, and so had I. Well OK, there was that executive in Orlando. After the corporate meetings, I had dinner with him. We danced. We kissed. I let him feel my breasts. But that's all there was. It didn't count.

I was interrupted by a call on my private line. It was the employment agency with replacement names for Claudia.

Later, I went to the outer office, and told Claudia I had canceled lunch and was going to the building snack bar instead. She turned, fixed her beautiful blue eyes on me and smiled.

At three P.M., I heard Alice arrive and minutes later the intercom went off. "Jean, thanks so much for your help. It was easier than I thought. As planned, John invited me to lunch. We shared a bottle of wine and talked about old times. I'm sure he noticed I wore no bra. It was a little chilly in the club. My nipples stood out nicely."

Bitch, I thought, "Glad you two had a nice time. Now we need to discuss the merger with..."

"But Jean, honey, there's more. We ordered a second bottle, and I excused myself to go to the ladies room. I removed my panties. When I returned to the table, I told him to put his hand under the table. You should have seen his face when I hooked them on his fingers-still warm they were."

"And?" Determined to give her no satisfaction, I physically willed myself to relax.

"And, you probably don't believe me. Check his coat pocket this evening. Ta ta."

Damn, had it been that easy?

That evening over dinner I apologized to John for missing lunch. He answered in monotones.

Later, I went to his closet and put my hand in the pocket of the coat he'd worn that day. I felt smooth silk and my fingers burned as I pulled Alice's panties into the light. Slut, I thought. There's barely enough her to even bother to wear.

At 10:30, the next day the intercom buzzed. "Jean, how's it going with the Claudia problem?"

"I have two interviews at the agency tomorrow. Should be able to find a replacement and fire Claudia in the next two weeks."

"Good, now, uh I need more help on the uh bet."

In spite of myself, I exhaled in exasperation, "Yes, Alice."

"In two weeks there's a meeting in Orlando. I want you to attend. Make the reservations today and make sure John knows you'll be out of town all weekend."

Orlando, I thought. I'd told Jean about the businessman that kissed and fondled me. She was twisting the knife.

"Jean, I'm coming to your office. I want your opinion of the note I wrote for John."

She was as beautiful as ever. However, I did note with some satisfaction that her roots were showing and her breasts seemed to sag more than usual.

She passed me a handwritten note.

"Lover

I'm so excited at the thought of our private weekend. 

On the Friday before our rendezvous, you will receive directions to the hotel. Yes, I'm teasing you. I want you to have private fantasies concerning where and what I have planned. 

Just to be discreet, I'm not using our names. I will be registered as a Mrs. Smith. I will leave instructions to give a key to my husband Mr. Smith. 

When you come into the anteroom, take off your clothes except your tie. I will be waiting for you in the bedroom. Bet you can't guess what I have in mind.

Yours,

Mrs. Smith"

"Do you like it Jean?"

"Yes, very clever, but I don't understand the last paragraph."

"I'm planning something with John that I've always wanted to do. It will only work with a first time lover. Allen would never do. I've mentioned it to him, and he thinks it's silly. I purchased a leather outfit complete with pushup bra and high boots. I guess it's the dominatrix in me. You could never have guessed could you?"

I flashed a sardonic smile hoping she wouldn't miss it. She didn't. Her eyes narrowed as she continued.

"When your naked husband enters the room, I'll be poised at the bed. One booted leg will be up on the bed rail. He'll see that I'm completely exposed. The outfit has no crotch. Whip in one hand, I'll pull him down by his tie until his nose is buried in me. On the bed will be a complete collection of toys for us to play with over the weekend."

Calmly, I listened as she explained other perverse pleasures she had in mind. I couldn't believe my husband would participate, but she seemed confident and her panties were in his pocket. A plan formed in my mind.

It was ridiculously simple to execute. Late in the afternoon, I called Allen on some small pretext.

We chatted, then: "Allen, I'm going to Orlando next weekend."

"Damn Jean, guess I'm a bit jealous. I like Orlando. Haven't been there in some time."

"Then why don't you come with me. Alice is going out of town. We can do Orlando together. You've always been such a good friend and so nice to me. I've often thought that, well, you and I..." 

I let the sentence hang. There was silence. My gambling instincts sharpened. Poker face, don't spoil the moment--I waited.

"Well ya, I guess..." I had him. So easy. 

I called a favorite hotel in Orlando and booked a room. Then I recalled Alice's instructions: 

"Jean, in order to completely fulfill the bet, I want you to book my-- make that your husband and my-- room on the beach in Clearwater. Just to make it more exciting, I want you to deliver my note with the map to your husband. Isn't this fun?"

Damn, the bitch was enjoying this. 

Thinking of Alice's note, I wrote my own to Allen.

"Lover

Come to me. I'm so excited at the thought of our private weekend. 

On the Friday before our rendezvous, you'll receive directions to the hotel. Yes, I'm teasing you. I want you to have private fantasies concerning where and what I have planned. 

Just to be discreet, I didn't use our names. I will be registered as a "Mrs. Smith." I will leave instructions to give a key to my husband, "Mr. Smith." 

When you come into the anteroom, it will be completely dark. Look into the bedroom. I'll be there. Just watch. I plan a special treat just for you. Bet you'll have fun trying to figure out what it is. 

Yours,

Mrs. Smith

I didn't share Alice's desire to be a dominatrix, but had to admit to my own fantasy. I remembered the man in Orlando. The exciting part wasn't that he kissed and touched me; it was where we were--dancing in an exclusive lounge. He had moved his hands from my back and was openly caressing my breasts. I knew others could see us. I didn't care. Instead, I allowed other dancers to see his movements. 

I had little recollection of what he looked like, but often, late at night, I remembered his hands and the other dancer's eyes. In my mind, I replayed ending a dance and walking back to our table, his hand casually on my cheeks to guide me. People were watching me and whispering to each other. I had pulled back my shoulders and stared at the women with their raised eyebrows and their men with eyes fastened on my uplifted breasts. At the table, I had unfastened two more buttons of my blouse and asked him for another dance. Many times while lying in bed with my husband, the remembrance of his caresses made my nipples hard. On a few occasions, I brought myself to orgasm at just the thoughts.

I've always tried to deny my bent toward exhibitionism. I'd seen men looking up my skirt, but usually shifted to disrupt their view. Yes, "usually," I thought. But then I remembered the guilt that followed on the occasions when I had convinced myself that they could see nothing and let them continue. I compensated for my frustrations by berating Alice for her somewhat risqué outfits. But deep down I had always known, and I now admitted to myself, that I loved the thought of purposefully exposing myself, especially to strangers.

The Friday arrived. Not wanting to trust Claudia, I made arrangements for the two packages in my desk to be delivered to Allen and John. Ruefully I handed a package addressed to John to the first courier. 

At 4 o'clock, I called Claudia and gave her notice. I told her the new girl, whom I had interviewed and found to be comfortably plump, would start Monday. She showed no emotion. Relieved I watched her pretty rear end twitch out the door. She cleared her desk and left the office.

I drove to Orlando on I-4 and checked in. I had a quick dinner delivered to my room then showered. My instructions, delivered to Allen, told him to arrive at the hotel at 8 P.M., pick up the key and come to my room.

At 7:30, I switched off all the lights in the anteroom. In the bedroom, I lit candles and placed them around the room. Slipping into a silk robe, I lay on the bed. Satisfied that I was perfectly illuminated with soft light to hide the ravages of time, I noted that Allen could remain unseen in the anteroom.

At 8 P.M., I heard the door open, saw a brief shaft of light, then the click of the lock. As instructed, Allen stayed in the shadows.

Taking a sip of wine to bolster my courage, I opened my robe. Both breasts exposed, I touched the wine then put a cold drop of golden liquid on each pink nipple. I was doing it--my fantasy--exposing myself to an unseen man. Nipples fully erect, I spent delicious minutes playing with each. Currents of pleasure shot from my breasts to virgina. Taking care not to look in Allen's direction, I contemplated moving the silk gown off my hips to completely expose myself. But, remembering those few extra pounds, and the fact that I didn't look as good as Claudia, I opted to move my hand under the robe. I knew Allen could see movement under the silk. Slowly I worked it down my body, clearly destined for the warm place between my legs. My hand reached my pubic hair, and I hesitated, playing with the silky curls. The pleasure of what I was doing was almost overwhelming. My thoughts went to the businessman with whom I had danced. He had touched my leg, but I stopped him. I should have let him feel my thighs. I should have let him slide his fingers up under my panties. I should have taken him to my room. No, not that. It was the pleasure of exposure. If I had let him touch me under my skirt while others watched...

My hand slipped over my mound, I inserted two fingers. The pleasure was delicious. I was doing the ultimate --masturbating in front of a stranger. Well, almost a stranger; this was perhaps even more wicked-- another woman's husband. The wetness flowed over my fingers. I turned to the door and moaned...

"Allen..." 

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Relaxing in a comfortable chair overlooking Tampa Bay, Claudia sipped expensive champagne and watched the curve of the bridges as they raced towards St. Petersburg. Silly bitches, she thought. She knew they were going to fire her. She had managed to get one of their club cards and was now enjoying the evening in their private club, at their expense. Since she looked a lot like Alice, (except she knew her breasts were better) it was easy to get in. 

She looked at a young waiter who eyed her hungrily. He appeared to be about 19, cute, but lots of pimples. Each time he moved to the table to refill her flute, she shifted to allow him to peek further down her top. Maybe, she thought, I'll tell him I'm Alice. Since I kept a duplicate key, I'll take him to her office. While he sits on Alice's couch, I'll lick his little cock. Won't suck him. Want him to last long enough to do me doggie style while I lean over the bitch's desk. He'll talk, of course, and the news will be all over the building the next day. What a fun way to start a rumor.

Luckily I also fucked the telephone guy and had him tap their private lines. Sure would love to see their faces tonight when they discover I looked in Jean's desk and switched notes to their husbands.



The Bet



My wife (Judith) and I have been happily married for just about five years now. We have a great sex life, certainly nothing to complain about.

We were siting around watching a hockey game one-day. It was Detroit vs. Chicago, she is a Detroit fan and I am a Chicago fan it was a close game and we were both enjoying it. After the first period my wife suggested we wager on the outcome. “What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“Well, there is no point in wagering money so why don’t we bet something else?”

I was interested, I thought of all the things I could bet on. “Ok sounds good, what do you suggest?”

She thought about it. I knew she would probably bet something she normally would not since Chicago was the underdog in this matchup. “How about, if Detroit wins you do anything I tell you do for one day. If Chicago wins I do anything you tell me too for one day?”

I thought that could be a lot of fun. “Ok, plus the winner picks the day.”

“Sure, why not.” She agreed.

Chicago stunk in the second period, so when the intermission came my wife was more than happy to rub it in. “Well, whatever shall I get you to do. The attic needs cleaning, windows could be done, so much to do.” She laughed.

“The games not over yet.” I snapped. I really didn’t want to lose this bet, I was thinking of much more exciting things to do than cleaning.

When the third period came on we settled down to watch the game again. The score was 5-3 in favour of Detroit. Luckily for me the Hawks evened the score in the first five minutes of the third period. The score stayed even until the final seconds when the Hawks captain made a fantastic shot from the blue line and the puck slipped past the Red Wings goalie just as the period ended. 6-5 for the Hawks. My wife was dumbfounded.

“Ok, you win. A bets a bet. What do you want me to do?” She asked.

“I’ll let you know when the day comes.” I said as plans began to formulate in my head.

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A week went by and I said nothing, every day I reminded her of the bet though, just to make sure she wouldn’t forget. 

Then I put my plan into motion, on the following Thursday, just before I left for work I said, “Dear, there is a game on on Saturday. I thought I would invite a couple of guys over to watch.”

“I thought we would go to dinner and a movie on Saturday.” She responded.

I thought for a second then said, “No I think the guys will come over, Saturday is going to be the day you pay back your debt.”

She laughed, “Ok if that is how you want to use your day fine.”

I smiled and said, “The game is only one part of the day Jude.” Then I left for work.

On my lunch hour I went to the mall. I picked up a black garter belt some very sexy stockings a black silk bra designed to accentuate cleavage, a very short black skirt, and a tight black shirt with a very generous neckline. When I got home I hid the outfit at the back of my sock drawer, I knew it would be safe there until Saturday.

I was so excited about Saturday I could hardly wait. I invited Andrew, Mike, Lewis, and James. Andrew was an old friend of my wife’s, although they never were involved I knew he had a thing for her. Mike was a high school friend of mine; he took ever chance he could to sneak a peek at my wife’s cleavage, or up her skirt. Lewis, well he was something else entirely, he was a work buddy of Andrew’s, my wife had a thing for him big time, New Years eve just before we were married she gave Lewis a blow job while she thought I was sleeping. James is a big black man who used to be a roommate of ours, my wife met him long before she met me, and I think they had a minor fling just before she met me. This was the perfect group to have over for this day. My wife had to do anything I told her too, I had a perfect outfit for her, and there were five guys (including myself) who want to get into her pants.

Saturday finally came around. While Judith was in the shower I laid out her outfit. When she came out and saw the cloths she asked, “What is this?”

“Your outfit for the day.”

She shook her head, “I’m not wearing that when you have company coming over, I’ll put it on after they leave, then we can have some real fun stud.”

“Nope, no good. You have a debt to repay. Put it on.”

She shrugged, “What the heck, why not. I know how much you like to show me off, and I haven’t done much of that in a while.” She started getting dressed, when she realized there were no panties she walked over to the dresser to grab a pair.

“Just what do you think you are doing?” I asked.

“You forgot panties.”

I laughed, “I didn’t forget anything. Everything you are going to wear today is right on the bed all laid out for you.”

“But…”

I cut her off. “6-5, I won, you lost. A bet is a bet. Maybe next time you will win and then you can get me back, but today is my day and you do as I tell you.”

“Fine, but one day I WILL get you back for this.” She said. She gave me a glare, but I could see in her eyes that she was a little turned on.

When she had on the bra garter belt and stockings I said, “Stop for a minute and come here.” She did as she was told and I kissed her. When we broke our kiss I said, “On your knees.”

She smiled, “Yes, master.” She got on her knees, took my cock out of my pants and started sucking. 

She always was one of the best cocksuckers I had ever had, I came in no time. She started to get up and go to the bathroom but I stopped her. “Where do you think you are going?” Before she could answer I started kissing her again. I knew she hadn’t swallowed, she rarely does, so when I kissed her I could feel and taste my cum in her mouth. She swallowed some of my cum, and so did I.

When we broke our kiss she said, “What was that?”

“Something I wanted to try, but never had the guts to ask you to do until today.” I replied.

“Did you enjoy it?” She asked.

I shrugged, “Ya, I guess I did.”

“Good, because I want to do it again some time.”

“Maybe I’ll make you do it again later today.” I said. “Finish getting dressed now.” She quickly put on the shirt and skirt. She looked damn sexy. The skirt came just barely to where the stockings ended, I knew that when she sat down it would ride up and you would be able to see the tops, and if she wasn’t careful anyone would be able to look right up and see her bare pussy.

I ordered her around a little bit, to clean up the house. I also told her that we were low on beer and she would have to go pick up some for the game. “You want me to go out like this?”

I looked at her and said, “Hurry up, or the guys will be here before you get back.” This was actually an idol threat since the guys weren’t due for an hour and a half and at most it would take her half an hour to get beer.

She shrugged and grabbed her purse, her car keys, and she left the house. I got extremely turned on knowing that a lot of people would be seeing my wife dressed up like a slut. It was nearly an hour when she finally pulled back up into the driveway, I was beginning to get worried about her. When she came in with two cases of beer I asked her, “What took you so long.”

“I was flirting with the clerk.” She told me how turned on she was when she walked into the beer store and everyone turned to look at her. “I ‘Accidentally’ dropped my wallet and had to bend down to pick it up. I bent completely at the waist letting my skirt ride up a little, like this.” With that statement she turned around and bent down touching the floor. I realized that I could see her pussy the skirt had ridden up so much, but I don’t think my wife realized it. She sat down in my lap and kissed me. “I was so turned on knowing that I was being watched that I wandered around the store pretending I didn’t know what I wanted and finding reasons to bend down.” I slid my hand up her leg and put a finger into her pussy, she was absolutely soaked. “Ummm, that feels good. Fuck me now, please.” Just then the doorbell rang. “Damn, someone’s early. Lets pretend we’re not here and just fuck like crazy right now.”

I smacked her ass and said, “Slut. Get the door will you.” 

She looked disappointed but she stood up and got the door. “Hi, Andrew, come on in.” I heard no response from Andrew, I figured he must have been shocked to see Judith dressed like she was answering the door. “John is in the rec room. Go on in and join him, I’ll get you a beer.”

“Get me one while you’re at it Jude. I called out.”

Andrew came in and shook my hand. “Hey, John. How’s it going?”

“Pretty good, yourself?”

“Can’t complain.” He replied. “Man, your wife looks good today. You are one lucky man.”

“Thanks,” I said with a grin. Judith came back with our beers, she handed me mine then Andrew’s his. “Turn on the game will you dear.” I said. Andrew almost dropped his beer, the remote was right by my feet and Judith was almost out of the room again.

“Sure she said.” She smiled at me and bent down to pick up the remote. I knew Andrew was getting the same eyeful I had gotten earlier. When she rose back up and turned on the game she whispered in my ear, “Now that’s enough naughty boy. Andrew got a peek, ok?” I just smiled.

“Go make yourself a Margarita will you darling.” She took a step back and looked into my eyes. Margarita’s are her weakness, she tends to get wild after too many of those.

She shrugged and walked back to the kitchen. “Anything else you guys want while I am out here she called back.”

“Make us some snacks.” I called back.

“Ok.”

Andrew shook his head. “Sheesh, if any of her high school boyfriends talked to her like that she would have his balls.”

I laughed, “Normally she would have mine too, but I have a secret. We made a bet, and for the day she has to do whatever I tell her to.”

Andrew raised his eyebrow, “So why did you invite us over then? I would be fucking her all day.”

I laughed, “Would you now?”

Just then the doorbell rang. Judith came out to answer the door. I heard her say, “Hi, Lewis.”

“Ummm, don’t you look yummy tonight.” Was Lewis’ usual crude response. There was silence for a few seconds, I can’t be sure but I think they were making out a little. Judith was extremely horny, and she had probably polished off her first Margarita by now.

After about a minute Lewis came into the room, “Hey Andy, John.”

“Hey, Lewis. What took you so long? Have trouble getting out of your shoes?” I asked, Andrew laughed and so did I, but Lewis kind of went pale for a moment. “Hey Jude, bring Lewis a beer will you.”

“Coming,” she replied.

“And I haven’t even touched her yet.” I said, causing Andrew to almost spit out his mouthful of beer.

Judith just had time to bring Lewis his beer when James and Mike showed up at the same time. “What did you do take the same car?” I asked.

“Nah, I just about ran Mike over as I pulled in.” Replied James.

My wife brought Mike and James a beer and then went back out to the kitchen. When she came back she had a half-empty pitcher of margaritas and a tray of finger food. The puck dropped and we all sat down to watch the game. “Come sit on my lap darling.” 

Judith sat on my lap with her legs hanging over the edge of the arms of the chair. I looked over to where Mike sat and saw him staring at her legs, I think he had a clear few right up her skirt from the way she was sitting. She kissed me and whispered in my ear, “I am so horny, make sure they go home as soon as the game is over so you can use me and abuse me.” I smacked her ass and told her to get another drink for herself. She smiled, straddled me and bent over the back of the chair to reach the pitcher and refilled her glass. Her pussy was just about nose level with me, I was so tempted to flip her dress up and eat her out right then and there. I settled for a quick ass grab, making sure I flipped the skirt up enough for everyone to see her naked ass. She sat back down and whispered, “Stop that, they’ll see my ass if your not careful.” I could tell that she was horny though, she was rocking ever so subtly against my now raging hard on.

“I think we all need a refill. Judith, snap to it.” I spun her legs around and pushed her slightly to hurry her up. My real motive was to cause her skirt to ride up a little more, and from the look on Andrew’s face I succeeded. When she was out of the room I said, “Anyone want some interesting entertainment during the break between periods?”

“What do you have in mind?” Lewis asked.

“I think my wife should dance for us.” I replied.

Andrew, Mike, and James looked too shocked to reply, but Lewis jumped right in, “Cool. That sounds great, especially in that get up.”

Judith came back into the room and everyone instantly shut up. “Ok, what’s up?”

“We’ve just been waiting for our beer, now hand it out and come back to my lap.” I said with a smirk. She handed out the beer, got herself a refill on her drink and sat back on my lap. I noticed that this time when she sat down she spread her legs a little more than before, now Mike had a clear view of her naked cunt.

When the first period ended I said, “I think it’s time for some entertainment. Jude, turn on the stereo.” I had already loaded the CD player with some dance music that I knew Judith loved. When the music started playing I said, “Ok dance for us Jude.” She laughed and started to sit down. “You can’t very well dance from my lap, well you can, but I said dance for us not just for me.” She gave me a puzzled look and I nodded to her, I thought I might have to remind her again of our bet, but she just shrugged and began dancing.

She started out just swaying to the music a bit, but as we cheered her on she started getting a little brave. I think she forgot what she was wearing, because a couple of times she kicked rather high and we all got a great view of her pussy. She danced provocatively in front of each of our guests, when she came to me she sat on my lap and gave me a bit of a lap dance. I took the opportunity to give her a quick feel, her pussy was soaked she was so turned on she didn’t even try to stop me from putting my finger in her wet inviting cunt. I leaned over to her and said; “Now, now, you’re giving me special treatment, you should offer our guests the same.”

She smiled stood up and walked over to Mike. She sat down on her lap and started giving him a lap dance. Mike nervously looked over at me and I told him to enjoy. She was all but dry humping him, but after a few minutes she stood up and walked over to Lewis. Lewis was considerably less nervous about it, I don’t know if it was the fact she had given him a blow job once before, or just that I had given the ok to Mike, but he was much more forward. He kept grabbing her ass, and she kept slapping his hand away telling him there was no touching allowed, although she kept letting his hand linger longer and longer each time, and once I swear he managed to get a finger in her pussy. He also kept trying to undo her shirt. He managed to get three buttons undone, right down to her bellybutton. She slapped his hand away, but I noticed that she didn’t do back up her shirt, everyone had a great view of her new bra. She went to Andrew next, he was also a little more forward. During her dance Andrew pulled her in and kissed her passionately while fondling her ass. I had a huge hard on watching them make out, I saw that while they were kissing Judith reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants. During this make out session the game came back on, but no one noticed. She finally broke the kiss and moved on to James. She skipped the dancing all together with James. They just started making out right away. After a few minutes she stood up took off her shirt and returned to my lap.

She whispered in my ear, “is this what you want? You want me to make out with your friends?”

I smiled, slipped a finger into her cunt and whispered back; “You’ll be doing more than just making out.” I reached around with my other hand and undid the clasp to her bra. 

She removed her bra and her tits fell out for everyone to see. Everyone started cheering, she stood up and said. “Ok, you want to see me naked then here you go.” She removed her skirt and stood in front of the five of us wearing only her stockings and garter belt. “Now your turn guys. Get out of those pants.” We did and she instructed us to stand in a row. She considered for a moment and rearranged our order. She placed me at one end, then Mike then Andrew, then Lewis, and last James. I realized that she was lining us up according to dick size. James had the largest by far, Lewis had the next largest, and Mike Andrew and myself were about the same size, Andrew had a much thicker cock than either Mike or I, but Mike and I were about even. Once she was happy with the order we were in she said, “Ok now it’s time for a game of our own. The last person to cum gets a to fuck me first, and first person to come has keep me ready.” We all agreed, and she then got on her knees in front of James and began sucking his cock. She moved down the line giving a blowjob to each guy in turn. When she reached me she seemed particularly bent on getting me off, I thought that she must be interested in making sure I am the one who keeps her ready for the winner. After sucking on me for much longer than she did the others she moved on, the second time around we were all getting pretty close too cumming, but thanks to my wife’s special treatment I was indeed the first to blow my load. She smiled at me rose to her feet and kissed me, I could taste my cum on her lips, my cock started to rise again.

When she finally broke the kiss she said to the other guys, “Ok now we change the way this works a little. My darling husband here is going to eat me out while I give you guys head. Obviously I can’t move from guy to guy anymore so you will all line up in the same order you are in now. When I say switch the guy I am blowing moves to the back of the line and the next guy moves forward.” She turned to me and said, “Ok down boy.” The guys laughed, but I didn’t really care, this was a huge turn on. I got down on the floor and she straddled my face. I could still see her sucking the cocks of my friends, but since my view was from below I couldn’t really tell who it was, with the obvious exception of James. I saw his big black dick go into her mouth and I knew Jude was really enjoying herself.

As I watched her suck off my friends in sequence my cock grew hard again in no time and I wanted to fuck Jude so bad, but I knew Judith had promised that the last person to cum would be fucking her first. One by one I saw them cum. I am not sure what order Lewis, Andrew, or Mike came in, but I knew that James was the last. Obviously since he had just cum, James wasn’t quite ready, so my wife just told me to continue eating her out while she got James ready. It wasn’t long before James was hard again, I started to move out of the way but Jude stopped me, “You wanted to watch me fuck your friends, might as well get a good close up.”

James had to straddle my chest in order to fuck my wife from behind, but he had no problem with that. I could soon see his enormous black cock ramming into my wife’s cunt. It was such a turn on that in no time I resumed licking her clit, and occasionally my tongue would brush across his cock. I glanced up and saw Judith had a cock in her mouth as well, although I had no way of knowing who it was. I think she was also giving someone a hand job, but I couldn’t be sure of that. While I was looking up I didn’t notice at first that James’ cock had slipped out of my wife’s pussy, and when I flicked my tongue out to lick her clit I ended up licking his cock head. He moaned and moved his cock forward I opened my mouth and took it in. I could only get an inch or so in, considering the awkward position I am surprised I could take any at all. I only sucked him for a couple of seconds before my wife complained that there was no cock in her pussy, I removed James’ cock from my mouth and placed it in her pussy.




The Bet



As I was about to begin licking her again I suddenly felt something warm and wet around my cock. It was definitely a mouth, but with James blocking my view I had no way of telling who it was, quite frankly at this point I didn’t care. It didn’t take long for me to cum again, whoever it was kept on sucking me as I came, I can’t be sure but I think he swallowed it too. Almost immediately after I came my wife came on James’ cock, and while she was cumming James blew his load into her. He removed his cock from her and I took it in my mouth cleaning it off before he stood up. Once James’ cock was out of my way I dove right in to Judith’s pussy eating his cum out of her. She came again as I sucked as much cum out of her as I could. After she came down from her orgasm she told Mike to fuck her now. She stayed in the same position, keeping me pinned below her and Mike quickly straddled my chest and began fucking her. I gave him the same treatment as I gave James, licking his shaft as I licked her pussy. Mike seemed to enjoy this quite a bit, quite often his cock would ‘accidentally’ fall out of her pussy, I would take it in my mouth for a couple of strokes and then put it back in her cunt. Once again I felt a warm mouth. I was sure it was a different one that the one that sucked me off last time, the method was a little different, this guy used his hands a lot more than his mouth while the other guy barely touched me with his hands. My cock grew thanks to whoever was giving me a blowjob, although I wasn’t entirely sure I could possibly cum again so soon, I had never cum three times in such a short period.

Mike pulled out again and I took his cock in my mouth, as soon as I did this he came in my mouth, I did my best to swallow it all, but I am sure some of it leaked out. 

Mike stood up and Andrew began to take his place. Judith stopped him though and said, “Now I want both you and Lewis at the same time.” She stood up and pushed Andrew to the floor. She straddled him and impaled herself on his manhood, moaning as it went in. Lewis got behind her and slowly pushed his cock into her ass. They worked themselves into a rhythm as Mike, James, and I watched and stroked our cocks. As I was watching them fuck Mike reached over and started playing with my cock. James stood up and offered his cock to my wife, which she gladly took in her mouth. One cock in her mouth, one in her ass, and one in her pussy. We had talked about just such a scenario, of course I thought I would be one of the cocks, but I wasn’t complaining, I was getting a first rate hand job and one hell of a show to boot.

Mike suddenly leaned over and said, “Fuck me. I’ve always wanted to get fucked in the ass, I figure this will be my chance.” 

I looked at him shocked, yes I was pretty sure that he was one of the guys who sucked me off now, but I never even considered fucking another guy. I shrugged and said, “Hell sex is sex, why not.” 

He got on his hands and knees and I got behind him. I placed my cock on his asshole and applied pressure, he cried out in pain and my wife called out, “You might want to get some lubricant out of my bedside table if you’re going to fuck his ass dear.”

I laughed and called back, “good idea, I never really thought about it.” I fucked Judith’s ass quite frequently and we rarely had to use lubricant anymore. I quickly ran upstairs grabbed the lubricant and dashed back down. I applied a generous amount of it on Mike’s asshole and pushed a finger in to get him ready. This time when I pressed my cock head against his asshole it slipped right in. He moaned as I began fucking him. 

I could see my wife watching me as she got fucked in every hole. She started cumming hard, and then like a chain reaction they all started cumming as well. James pulled out and came on her face, but Lewis and Andrew both came in her. My wife got up and slid under Mike, her messy pussy at his face, he dove right in, as I am sure my wife began to suck his cock. I began fucking Mike harder, and I felt my wife’s tongue every now and then lick my balls. Judith and Mike both came, this pushed me over the edge and I blew my load into Mike’s ass. We all collapsed and lay there for quite some time.

Andrew was the first to recover, he stood up and asked, “Anyone actually know the score of the game?” 

We all laughed. The guys got dressed and left. That night Judith and I had sex again, but the majority of the night I spent eating her out and cleaning the cum off of her. The next day Judith said to me, “We will have to make bets like that more often. And to think I was going to waste my winnings making you clean up.”

“I did some cleaning up.” We both laughed.



The Bet



‘The doorbell rang at 7:30. Smirking, I turned the radio down a little. The fragrance of my hair followed my every move as the loose strands framed my face. I could just see your face through the small window in the front door. I didn’t expect anything to happen other than two friends hanging out, but there was always a chance that something would and that made me a little nervous – and a little hopeful. The conversation we had had about a week ago was still fresh in my mind and I wondered if you remembered it at all. Smiling, I opened the door and greeted you.

It seems like regardless of what you have on, you look edible. Your jeans fit loosely enough to be comfortable but tight enough in all the right places. The gray short-sleeved shirt immediately directed my eyes to your biceps and I had to fight with myself to look you in the face. You were smiling as you brushed past me and reminded me that although you had seen the outside of the house before, you still needed a tour of the inside. You raised your hand and showed a DVD you had brought to watch. After a quick tour of the apartment, I asked you to sit down in the living room while I got us both a drink.

Taking the drinks back into the living room, we started talking and fell into our usual back and forth banter. I let my hand brush against your arm in a flirty manner then pulled back a little when I saw the guarded look appear in your eyes. Resting my drink on the steamer trunk in the middle of the floor, I got up to put the DVD in. As I turned around, I saw you were stretching. You told me your muscles were a little tight and I offered to see if I could help make it hurt a little less. Getting a chair from the kitchen, I moved the steamer trunk to the side of the room and asked you to sit in front of me in the chair.

I started rubbing your shoulders and could feel the tension in them start to release as you let out a deep breath. Taking one arm and then the other, I massaged down from your shoulders to your fingertips. Pushing your head forward to rest your chin against your chest, I made small circular motions from the base of your neck to the bottom of your skull. I heard you let out a little moan of relaxation and smiled to myself. Placing my hands on both sides of your torso, I started massaging your sides and only stopped when I hit a very ticklish spot that made you jump and start laughing. I offered to continue but mentioned that it would probably be easier and more productive to do with your shirt removed. 

You didn’t move to stop me and I slowly pulled your shirt up and over your head, lightly letting my nails drag along your skin in the process. I asked you to turn the chair around and straddle it so I could continue to work on your back. You did and I warmed some lotion in my hands before starting to work on your shoulders. You were resting your head on your arms on the back of the chair and I could feel every muscle I was touching release and relax. I risked placing a kiss on your shoulder and pulled back quickly incase you objected. Instead, I could just see a smile develop on your lips.

Continuing down your back to the top of your jeans, I paused every now and then to plant a little kiss here and there. I stopped suddenly and got up and went into another room. I heard you ask what I was doing as I was walking back in with a large blanket. I folded it in half and then asked you to lay down on it so I could continue with the massage. You lay down and I moved your hands off to the side. First trying to knell on the side of you, I started again to relax the muscles. Unable to fully get every inch of your chest, I straddled you and continued with the massage and kisses. You had closed your eyes and I was staring at your face as I worked.

I moved down a little on your legs to get your stomach and "accidentally" slid my fingers under the elastic band of your boxers while I was finishing the massage. You still didn’t open your eyes at all. I moved back up towards the center of your chest and leaned closer to your ear, 

"You said you’ve never received a full body massage … want one now?"

All you could do was nod. I kissed below your ear, then your cheek, then your lips and then moved down your chin to your chest. Trailing my fingers down your chest, I undid your pants and slid both them and your boxers down your legs. Removing your sneakers, I took off every last article of clothing you had on. Being careful not to tickle you too much, I massaged both of your legs and leaned over and quickly licked the tip of your cock. You sucked in your breath quickly through your teeth.

Smiling deviously, I got up again and went into the kitchen. You hadn’t moved at all when I got back and I kneeled down beside you. I let a drop of water from the ice cube fall in the center of your chest and saw the ripple of your muscles. I told you to keep your eyes closed and reminded you that you could stop my anytime you wanted to. Placing the edge of the ice cube right below your collarbone, I ran it all over your chest, arms and stomach. I leaned over and started licking the trail that was left behind. Reaching just below your belly button, I looked up at you through my hair and saw the look of shock on your face. I asked if you wanted my to stop and you whispered no. Then I moved to kneel between your legs and took you in my hands. Sliding back the foreskin, I flicked my tongue over the tip while massaging your balls.

Teasingly, I took the tip into my mouth and licked around the head. I removed it from my mouth and then took it in again, a little further this time. Pulling in a little air, I swirled my tongue around the tip while varying the pressure of my lips about halfway down the shaft. Slowly pulling you out of my mouth, I licked the tip again for a few minutes before inserting your entire length into my mouth and moaning against you. You completely filled my mouth and I was glad that I don’t have a gag reflex as I slowly moved my mouth up and down on your cock, letting the head hit the back of my throat. I looked up at you and changed the pressure of my lips as I sped up a little. Groaning again around you, I pulled back a little less than half way and then quickly pushed you all the way back in. I could taste you starting to cum and it made my go faster until I felt you explode against the back of my throat and I hungrily swallowed every last drop. Slowly pulling your cock out of my mouth, I licked up the shaft and caught the final drops of cum from the tip of your cock and savored them before swallowing.

You didn’t move for a minute and then your eyes slowly opened. I was still fully dressed and kneeling between your legs. You propped yourself up on an elbow and asked if you were the only one who was going to be naked. In reply, I stood up and helped you sit and lean back against the couch. I changed the music on the radio and started to slowly dance in front of you as I took of my clothes. You smirked and asked what I was doing. Innocently, I reminded you that you said no one had ever done a strip tease for you, so I was going to take care of that. The song finished and I was left wearing a pair of black hi cut bikini panties and a black strapless bra. You reached out and caught one of my arms before I could take off those final pieces of clothes.

You gently pulled me down beside you and pressed your mouth to one of the cups of the bra. Blowing hot air into it, you slid one hand over the front of my panties. Your other hand reached around my back and unclipped my bra, letting it fall from my body so that only the cup you had your mouth on still covered my. One of your fingers peaked under the side of my panties and pushed into me. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan. You fully removed my bra and sat up while using the fingers inside me to direct me back onto the blanket. I felt your thumb press at the top of my pussy and you commented on the fact that I was fully shaved. I started to answer and you took the answer with a kiss. You slid another finger in me and I groaned into your open mouth. You bit my lip a little as you broke the kiss and licked down my neck and started nibbling on first one breast and then the other. I felt you remove your fingers and then slide my panties completely off. 

Placing both of your hands on either side of my breasts, you ran them down the length of my body and over my thighs. You moved between my legs and placed a chain of kisses down the center of my chest and ended with a quick tongue flick into my wet pussy. You moved my legs so that both knees were bent and slid your hands under my ass as you kissed all around my nether lips before opening me up with your tongue and re-entering two of your fingers. You hit the spot and I could feel you smirk when my body jumped. You added another finger and slid them in and out faster while you hummed into me, licking and slurping the whole time. Right as I was about to orgasm, you pulled out your fingers and completely buried your face in me, licking every wave that passed out of me. Moments after the shudders had left my body, you got up and went into the bathroom to clean up a little.

When you came back out, I was still lying on the blanket, but had moved to the side so that you could also fit. You lay down beside my and I reached over to take your cock in my hand. Asking if you were ready again, I told you that the next thing was your pick. You kissed my neck a couple of times before suggesting I get on my hands and knees so you could think some more. Grinning at you, I did as was asked and handed you a condom. I could feel the heat from your body against the back of my legs before I felt your cock slide slowly into my swollen, wet lips. Your cock completely filled me while you pushed deeper and deeper into me. With your hands you reached around and cupped my breasts while you continued to fuck me doggy style. Tweaking the nipples, the rhythm of your balls slapping against me added to the erotica of the situation. The closer I came to cumming, the harder I pushed back against you until it didn’t seem that there was any space left to push into. With one final thrust, you came while the two of us rocked back and forth.

I collapsed back onto my side as you reclaimed the space beside my. I lay there gently running my fingertip over your arm and just looking at you. Without warning, I leaned forward and kissed your armband tattoo and then left a trail of kisses to just below your ear. I whispered in your ear and asked if you were spent yet. Laughing you rolled over on your back and looked down. Following your gaze, I answered my own question by sliding a new condom on your eager cock and straddling you. Clenching my pelvic muscles as I slid up and down on you, you sat up beneath me and wrapped your arms around me. I wrapped my legs around your back as you gently bit my earlobe and I dragged my fingernails down your back as I felt the tingles of another orgasm start to build. Rolling over still intertwined, you moved one of your arms under one of my legs and slammed into me over and over again. The moans that were coming from both of us were only muffled by the kisses we placed on each other’s lips and bodies. Completely spent, we lay there for a few minutes with you still inside my dripping pussy. Unable to stay that way any longer, we separated and you again went to clean up, with me taking your place in the bathroom as soon as you were done.

When I came out you were sitting on the couch with another blanket wrapped around you. I could still see your clothes on the floor and knew you were naked underneath the blanket. Looking at you for a few minutes, you asked if we were going to watch the movie. I laughed and you opened the blanket to take me in under it as well. We sat there and watched the movie … … well, we watched most of it, luckily we had both already seen it so the parts we missed didn’t really matter.’

You finished reading the story and looked up at me from the couch.

"Is there a reason I had to read this while you were watching me?"

I smiled innocently, sat beside you and took the papers from your hands.

"Well, the hockey game ended in a tie, something neither of us thought about making a condition for. Since neither of us won the bet and you agreed to hang out anyway, I thought you should still get a story. But, I decided there should be a little twist on my part. I wrote a story for you, you’ve read it and can keep it … … and now I want to act out the story. Any objections?"

You smirked at my and the glitter in your eyes made my blood run hotter. Leaning back on the couch, all you said was,

"Tell me a story." 



The Bet



My husband and I like to bet. Last week I lost my first bet to him and his prize? That I would have to do anything sexual that he wanted me to. Sounded pretty innocent to me, after all he and I had done just about everything imaginable, but what he had in store for I would never have even thought of. He let me know ahead of time that I would have to pay up on Saturday night. No problem, sounded like it might be real fun. 

So anyway, Saturday rolls around and it’s in the early evening when the doorbell rings. Carl answered it and in walks three of his buddies. Guess he’s collecting later. Well that’s what I thought. He and his buddies sat at the dining table and just started talking, didn’t even seem to notice I was there. I went on about my business, not paying any attention to them at all. This went on about thirty minutes when Carl called to me. I walked into the dining room and stood there waiting. Carl said nothing at first just sat there looking at me.

“Take off your clothes.”

“What?”

“Take off your clothes, all of them, now.”

“Now? Your friends are here. I’m not going to do it.”

“You lost the bet, now pay up.”

“This is what you want me to do, take my clothes off in front of your friends?”

“It’s a start.”

I stood there unable to say anything. I knew that I had to pay my bet, that was always our agreement, no matter what, we paid. My hands trembled as I began to unbutton my blouse and slowly removed it. I stood there hesitating, thinking he would change his mind.

“Go on.”

I undid my pants and let them fall to the floor. I stood there in bra and panties, waiting once again. Surely Carl was not really going to make me do this.

“Don’t make me say it again.”

I was furious at him for making me do this. He knew I hated being forced to do something against my will. I was the dominant one in our relationship and this was completely against my nature. I knew he was trying to make the most of him winning a bet at last, but this was too much. Well I wasn’t going to do and that was it.

“No.”

Almost before the word was out of my mouth he had me over his lap and gave my ass one hell of a smack.

“Are you going do what your told?”

“No.”

He smacked my ass harder than before and I have to admit it hurt like hell. He followed that one with another just as hard.

“Now?”

“Yes.” I almost whispered. 

I was furious with him, but I did what I was told. I stripped off my bra and panties and stood there naked.

“Turn around, so everyone can see your pink ass.”

I turned slowly then stood there. Not a word was spoken to me.

“She has a nice ass doesn’t she?”

Silence.

“Bend over a bit, we want to see some pussy now.”

I did as I was told, standing there bent over my pussy showing off for them.

“Serve us some beer.”

I walked to the refrig and pulled 4 beers, serving them to them begrudgingly. Then I walked over and started to pick up my clothes.

“What are you doing, we’re not done.”

I turned around and gave him my most evil look. He was going pay for this one.

“Lay on the floor, on your back.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“Fine.”

I lay down on the floor, trying to keep from crying. I was so mad at him I wanted to beat the shit out of him.

“Now bend your knees and spread your legs.”

I looked up at him and saw that he had a smirk on his face, he was enjoying every minute of this, but I did as I was told. I bent my knees and opened my legs slightly. 

“Wider. I want your knees flat against the floor. We all want to see your pink little pussy.”

I was shaking both from embarrassment and from anger at Carl. I closed my eyes and parted my legs further until my knees were flush with the floor. I lay there, waiting. I finally opened my eyes to see that none of them were looking at me. They had gone back to their game. I had lain there a few minutes when Carl got up and walked out of the room. He came back in just a minute and handed me my vibe.

“Fuck yourself.”

Oh God, he was not going to make me do this. I looked at him, pleading with him silently.

“I said fuck yourself.”

I slowly lowered the vibe to my pussy. I was surprised to find myself wet. I hadn’t realized that somehow this was turning me on maybe just a little. Carl controlling me like this, making me do as he pleased, forcing me to perform for his friends. I worked my vibe against my clit and as the pleasure rose, a moan escaped my lips.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“No.”

“Right.”

I tried to tune Carl’s friends out and pretend I was lying in bed performing for Carl only. My clit got harder as the vibe hummed against it. I started to wiggle it around and I could not help my hips moving with it.

“I said fuck yourself. We want to see that vibe inside you.”

I lowered the vibe and slowly let it slip inside me. I slid it in and out of me a few times, when another moan slipped out. Fuck I did not want them to know I was enjoying this at all.

“Fuck yourself harder.”

I shoved the vibe in harder, forcing it all the way in then pulling it out again, then back in. I have to admit, I needed to be fucked and bad. I was working the vibe in and out of my pussy, completely ignoring them when Carl told me to stop.

“I want you on your hands and knees now.” And then he handed me a dildo.

“Fuck your pussy with the vibe and stick this in your ass. Fuck your ass too.”

By this time, I didn’t care what he told me to do; I was willing to do it. I quickly got on all fours and worked the dildo into my pussy first to lube it and then into my ass. I began to fuck my ass slowly at first, sliding the dildo into my ass. Once I had it in, I slipped the vibe into my pussy. The pleasure was incredible. Being double fucked was exciting enough, but knowing I was being watched was too much. I used one hand to work the dildo in and out of my ass while the other was busy fucking my pussy. I was close to cumming and I fucked my ass and pussy furiously. This was going to be a big cum and I knew it. My back began to arch and I nearly screamed as I started to cum. My pussy and ass clenched at the vibe and dildo at the same time, pulling them deeper into me. When the last wave hit me, I let go of both and let them slip out of me. I lay on my stomach, trying to catch my breath.

“Lick the vibe. Lick your pussy off of it.”

I sat up and slipped the vibe into my mouth licking at it, tasting my own pussy on it.

“Suck on it, like it was my cock.”

I slipped it into my mouth all the while watching him. He wasn’t going to last much longer and I smiled to myself. He was going to need a good fucking after this. I sucked and licked the vibe like I was giving him the blowjob of his life. I let in slide in deeper and deeper. I never was able to deep throat, but I had been practicing lately and I watched as his eyes opened in surprise as the vibe disappeared down my throat. I had almost the whole thing in my mouth, sliding it in and out. I lowered my eyes to his crotch. Yeah he had a hard on, a big one. Bet he was thinking he’d like to have had this vibe be his dick instead. I let the vibe slip out of my mouth and waited for his next command.

“Lick the dildo.”

“No, it was in my ass.”

“I see, I can lick your ass with my tongue, but you can’t?”

“That’s different.”

“No, no it’s not. Do it.”

I lifted the dildo to my mouth. I’d never done this before. I gave a tentative lick and found it was not what I expected. There was little taste at all, but I knew he would almost come in his pants if I took the whole thing in my mouth. I took a breath and let it slide into my mouth. Slowly fucking my mouth with it. Carl was leaned forward in his chair and I thought any second he was rocket himself across the room to fuck me. But he sat there, his hand slowly stroking his crotch. I noticed his buddies were doing the same. Almost simultaneously, they all unzipped their pants and pulled out their cocks. They all started stroking their cocks as I lick at the vibe and dildo. My fingers pinching at my nipples, then playing with my pussy. They stood up and surrounded me. 

“Cum on her.”

I reached up and grab each cock in turn giving them each a quick lick, then taking the head into my mouth, sucking on them just a little bit, my fingers playing with their balls. I laid back and watched as they each continued to get themselves off. It wasn’t long before Carl and each of his buddies started to shoot their cum onto me. I opened my mouth and tried to catch some, but most landed on my stomach, tits and face. When they all had cum, I licked some of the cum off my chin. They all flopped down into their chairs and sat there recovering. A few minutes had passed when Carl said, “Time for you guys to leave.” Carl’s friends got up and left without saying so much as a good bye. I sat on the floor until the front door closed, then got up and walked to the bathroom.

Carl came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me.

“You don’t need a shower now, that can wait.”

He began to kiss the back of my neck and my shoulders, his hands caressing me gently. I felt him lean against me, his once again hard cock forced against my ass. 

“God, I need to fuck you right now.”

“Did I fulfill my bet?”

“Yes, you did splendidly.”

I whipped around and said, “Good then you are not going to fuck me. I’m done for the night.”

I turned away and started for the bathroom again. Before I had taken two steps, Carl grabbed me from behind and pulled me to the table. He shoved me forward, spreading my legs with his knee. He lifted me higher onto the table and forcing me to open up more for him. I struggled beneath him, but as soon as his cock slipped into me, I stopped fighting. His cock felt so good inside me, stretching my pussy, as the vibe hadn’t. He drove his cock inside me harder with each stroke, his hands tangled in my hair. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me down onto him, forcing his cock in deeper. My pussy clenched at his cock, milking the cum from him. I moaned loudly as he forced me onto his cock over and over again. I reached back, underneath me, reaching for his balls. I played with his balls as he moaned and fucked me even harder. He put both his hands on my shoulders and drove me onto his cock as he started to cum inside me. The sound of him cumming finished me off and I came all over his cock.

He lay on top of me for a few minutes, and then stood up, taking my hand. He led me to the bathroom and turned on the shower for me. He stood there and just watched me as I showered. When I was done, he led me to the bedroom and held me until I fell asleep.

A few days later I ran into one of Carl’s friends wives. We chatted for a few minutes, then she asked, “So what game did the guys play on Saturday night?”

“Nothing.” I almost couldn’t speak. Did she know?

“Well whatever game it was, they need to play it more often. Steven came home and I swear to God, he fucked me better than he ever has.”

I said nothing but told her I had to get going, had some things to do. She said goodbye, but then turned back to me and said, “Next time they play that same game, invite me. I think I might like it too.”

Hmm, she might.



The Bet



It all started innocently enough, a bet, a simple bet between the two of us that would change our relationship forever. Gone would be the simple days of flirting and teasing to the next level of moaning and orgasms and sex.

I had been flirting a while with Jennifer, this cute girl that I played against in some pool tournaments with me. Well one night while sitting out after a game and talking for a while she teased me quite a bit because I had lost and I hadn’t shot well and had been a few balls behind in most of the games. The next night she was playing at a different pool hall and this set the stage for a friendly wager. 

“Ok, honey,” she said as she leaned close, “tomorrow night I think we should bet on our game, winner get’s anything they want.”

My mind started off at once thinking of her in lewd positions ready, willing and able to follow any request I gave her. Finally after working out the terms, and haggling for a while to give us both what we would each think was the advantage we agreed to the terms and the payoff. 

“Fine Jennifer,” I had told her, “I win, then you will strip and kneel down and blow me.”

Jennifer hadn’t needed a second to think about her answer, “Ok, sounds good to me now I need to get home.” As she left I realized that she hadn’t told me what I would be losing should she win. But I couldn’t worry about that now I needed to focus on winning. So come the next evening I played with fierce passion and intensity shooting better than I had ever before. I ended up winning in a landslide victory 20 games to 4. 

As we walked out together to go up to the bar and get a drink I smiled and winked at her and told her she would be stripping and sucking soon. The smile that came over her face told me what I needed to know. 

“Honey, even if I had won tonight, that’s exactly what I had planned for you and that big cock between your legs,” she said licking her lips.

Our schedules wouldn’t coincide until the following Thursday morning. Through teasing emails and online chats though we had pushed each other to the sexual brink and were ready to go ahead at any cost. I emailed her and told her Thursday morning to be at my house no later than ten A.M.

That morning as soon as I got off work I rushed home to tidy up a bit and then jump in the shower. I threw on a pair of shorts sans boxers and then a T-shirt and sat down to wait, my cock already throbbing at the thought of having this hot little seductress at my beck and call for the rest of the morning once she got there. 

As I sat there contemplating just what might happen and running through the mental checklist of things I had wanted to get done I heard a truck pull up a door open and close and then the doorbell ring. I stood up took a deep breath and then slowly walked down the stairs to greet Jennifer.

“Hey honey, you look gorgeous,” I told her as I looked her over from head to toe very closely. 

I ushered her in and then before she could even get up the first step I grabbed her wrists twirled her around and pushed her back against the steps. My hands wandered up underneath the hem of her skirt which was microscopic if even there. My fingers ran up over the wet center of her panties and then as we kissed I slid them beneath the elastic side of her g-string and slowly inched my fingers to the area of her body I had never seen, tasted, nor touched yet. 

Breaking the kiss she moaned against me, “Oh Dave, I have waited for this but let’s get up the stairs so we can really get started.”

I was hesitant to break away finally having slipped my fingers into my little pool slut’s teasing pussy, but I did. I nearly ran her over trying to get up the stairs and turn on the cd player and click on some mood music. Jennifer looked at me and smiled and without a word started swaying her hips to the music and stood up on the coffee table in the middle of the room. She left her sexy heels on and then slowly unbuttoned her blouse, tossing it aside and cupping her full breasts through her bra she leaned over and pulled the material of the cup away long enough for me to glimpse her erect nipples. Quickly standing back up she turned her back to me and then bent over all the way down.

Jennifer placed her hands flat on the table near her feet and wiggled her barely covered ass and pussy back in my direction, her skirt was so short she may of well have already been down to her g-string and bra. That is exactly what she did then, she straightened back up and unzipped the back of her skirt and then slid it slowly down over the sweet swell of her asscheeks and kicked it away.

I stood up then and ran my hands up her legs sliding around to her inner thigh and cupped her moist pussy. “No big pool stud, I want you to sit back, Jennifer’s taking care of her hunk today.”

I sat back down and just as quickly she finished stripping only pausing long enough to bend over and run her fingers past the glistening pink lips between her legs from behind as I watched. She then stood up and stepped off the coffee table and knelt between my legs as I sat on the couch. Her hand slid up the leg of my shorts and she gripped my hard shaft tight before telling me to stand up and let her free the big tool. I did and then as the shorts came down she wrapped her lips around my cock and teased the head with her tongue. 

I started to sit back down when she grabbed my asscheeks and pulled me back to her hard. My cock slid most of the way into her mouth and as she bobbed her head I could feel her starting to pull me to her harder urging me to fuck her mouth. I was near orgasm feeling the talented little slut’s mouth moving over me and hearing her moan as she deep throated my cock and took me fully as I rammed in and out from her pretty little lips.

“Jennifer, I’m...gonna...cum, ugh!!!”

She never let up only sucked harder and moved her lips faster and faster up and down over my cock as I shot my load deep into her mouth and down her throat. As I pulled away she smiled up at me and kept stroking and licking my cock keeping me hard as she stood up and bent over the coffee table. 

“Now stud, please fuck me, I have wanted this since the first time you teased me by showing me that big cock of yours in those pictures.”

I stepped behind her and she uttered those last words that still ring in my ears, “Oh, and don’t be gentle, fuck me like you have never fucked another girl, be rough with me like no one else would let you, I’m your personal slut today.”

I couldn’t believe those words came out of her mouth but I intended to make sure and do everything she had just said. I slid my cock between her wet pussy lips and reached around to stroke her clit only to find her hand already there and pleasuring herself. The next thing I knew she was panting and shaking as I buried my length in her, she was starting to cum already and I hadn’t given her more than a few strokes. 

“Slap my ass baby, come on do all those nasty things you said you would do if you ever got the chance,” she cooed.

I grabbed her asscheeks hard and started driving in to the hilt before raising my hand and swatting her ass as fully as I could. She moaned as soon as my palm hit her ass and then she started really pushing back against me pulling my cock farther into her dripping snatch. I had fucked her already as much as I could and was pounding her as hard as I could when I decided to reach up and tug her hair. This seemed to send her into overdrive and she immediately started cumming again. 

“Oh fuck yes, Dave, don’t stop keep it up, fuck me baby do it, oh fuck yes,” she screamed as we fucked at a furious pace. 

As I rammed inside her over and over the next orgasm for me built and I warned her and all she could say was cum wherever I wanted to. I held her hips and watched as my cock slid in and out of her until I could hold off no longer and let loose a torrent of cum deep inside her convulsing pussy. Jennifer smiled and slid away from me turning to wrap her lips around my prick again. 

She looked up as she pulled away from my still erect cock, “Honey, if this thing doesn’t go down we will never leave this house until our next tournament,” then she slid her lips back over my cock and started sucking hard again trying to keep me up for the next round.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I told her with a smile.

But that’s a whole different story. Thanks for reading MV. 



The Bet



I can't believe I lost; lost a stupid bet. It was all so simple, or was supposed to be. I kept telling myself she must have cheated, even if I didn't believe it. Now it was time to "pay up". I wrap my arms more tightly around my waist feeling sick to my stomach as I look at the neon lights of the strip club, trying to remember what had prompted the bet in the first place. Unable to remember I stand up straight, throw back my shoulders, tell myself I was NEVER drinking again and marched through the doors of the club with far more confidence than I felt.

The smoky room is dark, neon lights all around, music blasting from the speakers overhead. A long stage divides the room into two sections. The left containing seats and tables, the right side containing pool tables and other games. Both are filled with people; correction, as I look closer, men. All sizes and shapes of men, ages varying as much as looks. I think to myself "I can't do this". I close my eyes and take a deep breath. When I open them I give a little squeal of surprise. A man stands in front of me. I look again, not a man, a giant. Well over six and a half feet and built like a linebacker, he explains he is the bouncer and will be watching out for me. I feel a little quiver of panic, wondering why I need someone to watch out for me, wondering how bad the crowd will get.

As we start to walk across the room I get the sensation that I am being followed. I cautiously peer around the club, and then I see you; sitting in the shadows, looking completely at ease and slightly bored. I see your eyes follow me, looking up and down. I think to myself, "Now here is a bad boy I wouldn't mind handling." Your snug jeans, black leather jacket, motorcycle helmet lying on the table beside you, all combine to create quite a persona.

As I continue to walk to the back, you raise your hand and wave the bouncer over. He excuses himself from me and I see him walk over and start conversing with you. He shakes his head and you gesture towards me. Finally he shrugs his shoulders, walks over and says "How would you like to repay this bet for one instead of sixty?" I look over at you and you wink. I look around at the room, the men with their eyes glued to the stage, drinks in their hands, and nod. You pick up your jacket and helmet, and disappear towards the back of the stage.

Nervously, and yet at the same time relieved, I make my way to the back and down a small hallway; watching you walking confidently in front of me. Music blares out of speakers, the lighting dim. We pass several closed doors until we get to the end of the hallway. The bouncer gestures to a door to my right and I open it and enter. I stop, a little startled. It looks just like someone's living room. A television and stereo unit sit in one corner, a buttery soft leather couch and chair, two end tables with lamps. The only compromise to the living room effect is a small bar in the opposite corner from the television. The bouncer tells me to make myself comfortable, and, as I give a nervous laugh at that, he closes the door and walks out.

I feel myself pacing the room, unable to sit still, repeatedly asking myself "What am I doing here?" "How did I get here?" "Can I go through with it?" As my mind is flooded with doubts and I pace across the room, there is a small knock on the door. You open the door and walk in. My breath catches in my throat. I can do nothing but stare at the way your jeans hug your ass, your t-shirt outlines your chest and arms. You toss your jacket and helmet on the couch and sit down in the chair.

Subconsciously I lick my lips bringing your gaze to my face. You smile, and for reasons unknown to me, I relax. You settle yourself in the chair looking totally relaxed, but never take your eyes off me. I walk over and turn on the stereo, tuning it to a station that I like, and to a volume that creates a soft background of sound.

Realizing I still have on my trench coat, I open the tie and throw my shoulders back, dropping it down my arms, catching it with my hands. I turn and hang it on a hook on the back of the door. I hear you swear softly behind me, and I come to the realization that you are expressing either your like or dislike of my outfit. Turning and looking at your face, a slight smile moves over my mouth, having concluded that I had made a good choice - thigh high boots, black garters peeking over the top, short black mini skirt (as my friend calls it "my barely there" skirt), black lace "peek-a-boo" shirt and a small black satin choker around my neck. I watch your eyes move over my body, taking in every detail, feeling the desire in your gaze heating my skin as it lingers. You let out a low whistle of appreciation causing me to blush furiously.

I take a moment to explain I've never done anything like this before but also that I am not one to back down from a challenge or renege on a debt due; I was going to go through with it. You nod and tell me to take my time, and not to do anything that will make me feel uncomfortable.

Taking a deep breath I walk to stand in front of your chair, uncertain how to begin, wishing I'd stayed in the club longer to witness some of the girls on stage, I take another deep breath and look around the room. A picture comes into my head of home. I'm in a living room, "That's it" I say to myself. "I'll just pretend I'm at home." With a small smile I concentrate on the music and start to dance. I open my eyes briefly and walk to the stereo and turn the volume up. Music pulses in the room. I close my eyes again and dance, hips swaying to the beat, arms above my head. I can continue to feel your eyes on me, hot, watching.

Dancing over towards the couch as I feel the music heat my blood as the feeling of hands caressing my skin comes over me. I slide my hands over my thighs as I continue to sway to the music, knees flexing, hips moving back and forth. Moving my hands slowly upward over the soft leather of my skirt, my hips, continuing upward, now feeling the soft lace at my stomach, up, up, until they slowly slide over my breasts. I pause there, as my hips continue to sway back and forth my hands gently squeeze my breasts, running my thumbs back and forth over my nipples, feeling them harden. My head falls back and a soft moan escapes my lips. 

Opening my eyes I walk over to the edge of the couch and lift up my right leg. Keeping my leg straight I bend over slightly at the waist and slowly lower the zipper of my boot. I can feel the heat from your eyes burning into me. I drop my foot and kick off the boot. Lifting my left leg, I bend over again, a little lower this time, causing my skirt to ride up higher on the backs of my thighs. I hear a small hitch in your breathing. Slowly I slide the zipper down, and putting my foot down on the floor, kick off that boot as well.

Turning to look at you I slide my fingertips up over my thighs, fingering the lace on the top of my white stockings. Walking closer I lift my right foot and place it between your legs on the chair, I gently push my foot against your erection. Bending over at the waist again, I slip my garter a little higher on my thigh, nudging my skirt up along with it. Wiggling my foot back and forth across your pants I slide my hands down either side of my leg, rolling my stocking down as I go, over my thigh, past my knee, slowly down my calf to my ankle, lifting my foot slightly I pull it off my foot and place my foot back down on the floor, then lean in to drape the stocking around your neck.

My hips swaying with the music I run the backs of my hands up over my skirt, slowly bringing it up but letting it drop back down before you see any more than just a hint of black as my hands move up and catch my shirt. Continuing to move my hands up, my shirt lifts up, exposing my stomach, higher, higher and as my hands pass the outside of my breasts, dropping back down. My hands move behind my head and I tilt my head back, letting the music pulse through me, running my hands through my hair. One hand moves slightly and I trail a fingertip over my neck and jaw, putting it to my mouth and flicking my tongue out against it. Sucking it slowly into my mouth and wetting it. I pull it back out and slowly move it down the center of my chest, across my stomach and over the front of my skirt, slipping into the elastic of the garter on my left thigh.

I run my finger back and forth inside my garter, moving it slightly higher as I do; I lift my left leg and place it between your legs on the chair. Wiggling my toes against your pants, I can feel your cock getting harder. I bend over and roll my hands down my leg, sliding my stocking off with the motion. Lifting my foot I pull this stocking off as well, and bending over drape it over your shoulders along with the first. Putting my foot back on the floor, I continue to dance and sway to the music. You lift your arm off the armrest and reach for my leg slipping your hand up and down over my silky skin. A shiver of pleasure ripples through me. I shake my head "no" and shake my finger back and forth at you as I teasingly take a step back.

Continuing to move with the music, I finger the first button of my shirt. Popping it open I slide my finger down to the second watching your eyes following the movements of my hands. Slipping the second button through the material you see a glimpse of black lace. Moving to the third button I pause, tilt my head to the side, and look at you with a small smile on my face. I can see your breathing is heavier, your pupils dilated, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead. I lower my hands to my sides and reach back around behind my back, I open the button of my skirt and you hear the whisper of my zipper as I lower it down. 

Tugging at the hem of my skirt I feel it start to slide down my hips, just barely revealing the lace of my black silk thong. I pause and slide my hands back up to my shirt, opening the third button. I lift my hand and blow you a kiss then turn my back to you. Wiggling my hips in time to the music, my skirt dips lower, but still doesn't fall to the floor. I quickly open the fourth and fifth buttons of my shirt. Taking the edges in my hands, I open it wide and shimmy it down my left shoulder, exposing the spaghetti strap of my camisole. 

Tipping my hips and my shoulder, I let it fall down my right shoulder and slowly to my waist. Arching my back I let go of my shirt and let it drop to the floor. I bend over, exposing my ass and thong to your view as I pick it up and stand straight. I hear your low groan and look over my shoulder at you as I toss the shirt to you. You catch it in one hand and bring it to your face, taking a deep breath. 

I blush as I continue to peer over my shoulder at you. Crossing my arms in front of me I grasp the hem of my camisole and start to raise it upwards, inching it slowly up. Pausing I peek over my shoulder at you and drop it back down again. Sliding my hands slowly down my back and over my ass, I push my skirt down over my hips and let it drop to the floor, finally revealing my black lace silk thong. Stepping aside I lean down and pick up my skirt and toss it onto the couch along with your jacket. 

I glide my hands over my ass, my hips continually moving to the beat of the music. Catching the edges of my thong with my thumbs I slowly start to lower it over my ass. Looking over my shoulder at you I pause as I hear you groan and shift in the chair. I pull my thong back up and turn to face you. I slip my finger into the top of my thong and trace it back and forth. I slip my finger up my over my stomach catching the hem of my camisole dragging it upward along with my finger. 

Bringing my finger back down I cross my arms, pushing my breasts together, and start to lift my camisole up, slowly exposing my stomach, higher, higher, until the undersides of my breasts are revealed. I lower it down slightly and look deep into your eyes, raising my eyebrows questioningly. You groan again and nod your head. With a flourish I lift the camisole over my head and dangle it off one finger. As my body sways to the music I take one step toward you, and then another. I lean forward slightly, and bringing my arm forward, I drop my camisole onto your lap, covering your hard cock from my view. As I step back my hand brushes over your cock and I can't resist tracing it slowly with a finger.

You reach out a hand to touch me again but I step back giggling. Moving my hands to my hips I slip a thumb into the sides of my thong, dropping first one side, pulling it back up and then the other. I watch you squirm in your chair, a bead of perspiration travels over your temple, your breathing ragged. 

I walk towards you alternately raising then lowering each side of my thong, matching the movement to my steps. I lean in close to you, my breasts inches from your face, my hair cascading down over your head. I lean lower, lower, and then plant a kiss on your forehead.

I feel more than hear the rumble of your growl. Standing between your knees I give a small laugh. I rise back up slowly, gently tracing your legs with the insides of my thighs. I slowly move in until my body is pressed tightly against you. I can feel your breath hot on my breasts as I gradually begin to slide down your body, slowly straddling you. I can feel your hard cock pressing against my thong as I rest my weight on your lap.

Your hands slide over my thighs and onto my hips, holding me still as I try to sway my hips to the music. As you hold my hips still, I place my hands on your shoulders and brush my breasts back and forth across your chest.

I can feel your hands shaking with anticipation as you haltingly begin to caress my hips and legs. I can tell that you are afraid I might pull away again and prolong your misery. I can feel your hard cock twitching as I lean in and kiss you on the lips, letting you know that I will not pull away this time.

You timidly begin to kiss my breasts as they move back and forth in front of your face. With each kiss I can tell that you are getting more bold and urgent in need. I feel your arms encircle me and hold me tight as I teasingly push away. Feeling your tension, I lay both my palms on your cheeks. I lightly trace your bottom lip with my thumb and then dip my head in and brush my lips across yours; once, twice, again. I flick my tongue out and catch the corner of your mouth. Holding your head still, I lay my lips over yours and kiss you softly, gradually increasing the pressure until we are kissing passionately, hard, wet, deep, mouths open and tongues intertwining. Leaning back slightly, we stare at each other, both of us gasping for breath.

I feel your hands slide up my back and over my skin, raising goose bumps along my spine. I arch my back and press my breasts into your chest, feeling your heart racing along with my own. Wanting to feel your skin, needing to feel it, I grasp your t-shirt in my hands and pull it from your jeans. Impatiently I reach over your shoulders and pull it from the back, over your head, your arms automatically rising up as I tug it over your arms. A small grin breaks over my face as I look at your face and toss your shirt over my shoulder. 

You grin back at me as you place your hands on my breasts, your thumbs slowly circling my nipples, yet not quite touching them. Looking down at your chest I sigh in delight. Splaying my hands outward I start at your shoulders and drag them down over your chest, tracing the ridges and dips. Licking my lips I lean over and kiss your shoulder. I trace my tongue along your collarbone as your thumbs continue to create circles on my breasts.

Moaning softly we kiss again, long, slow, drugging kisses. My hips squirm on your lap my thighs brushing against your jeans. I sit back slightly again and drop my hands to your jeans, opening the button with a flick of my wrist. Under my hand I can feel your cock straining against the denim. I drag a finger up and down over your zipper, hearing your sharp intake of breath.

I take your zipper between my thumb and finger and slide it down. Rising to my knees on the chair, I shift backwards and slide off your lap. Standing between your legs, I take the waistband of your jeans in my hands and start to tug. You raise your hips and I wiggle your jeans down over your hips slowly. You try to push them down but I brush your hands away and as they move down over your hips and legs, my fingers trace over your skin, feeling your skin break out in goose bumps. I can sense your frustration so I quickly peel them off your legs and feet and toss them aside.

Before I can lower myself back down onto your lap, I feel your hand slide to my hip. With a low growl you grasp my thong in your hand and with a twist and a jerk; I hear the seam rip apart. You continue pulling at it until it rips so much it is dangling from your hand and no longer covering me. I give a small squeal of surprise but you just laugh. 

Your hands gently but firmly grasp my hips and pull me in towards you. I try to sit back down on your lap but you're not having any of that. With your hands on my hips holding me still, you lean forward and kiss my stomach. Trailing kisses from one side to the other I try to move but you hold me still. I gasp as you dip your tongue into my navel.

You scoot forward until you are sitting on the edge of the chair. You continue to rain kisses over my stomach, slowly working your way lower, lower, lower. My hands clench into fists at my sides. I run my palms over your arms, over your biceps, feeling the muscles bench under my palms. I continue to move them up over your shoulders, bracing myself with my hands.

You skim one hand down to my thigh, slowly following with the other. You nudge my legs open to a wider stance and with your thumbs trace over my inner thighs. A small moan escapes my lips before I can stop it; you smile as you hear it. You move your thumbs incrementally closer to my pussy and stroke again. I can feel myself getting hotter, a fine sheen of perspiration coating my skin. Your thumbs move closer again, stroking again. I feel my heart race, my breath coming in pants. You slide your thumbs closer again and gently stroke them over my skin. I feel myself getting wetter. I try to wriggle my hips away, but your hands on my thighs stop me from moving. Another move, another stroke. 

A groan breaks free and I gasp out "Please." You glance up at my face and lean forward, planting a kiss on my navel. You pull back and ask "Please what?" Panting I respond "Touch me." You place another kiss lower and murmur "But I am touching you." You move your thumbs again and stroke them over my skin, ever closer to my pussy. I clench at your shoulders and lock my knees, my legs starting to tremble.

"More, I need more" I say. As your response, you move your thumbs once again and stroke over my pussy lips. A low moan is pulling from me. Upon hearing it you stroke again as you place a kiss on my pussy. "Yessssssssss" I hiss. Your tongue flicks out and slides over my slit. I feel your hands tighten on my legs as they tremble and threaten to collapse. You stroke your thumbs over my lips and at the same time stroke your tongue over my clit. A shudder rolls through my body. I feel rather than see your smile to my reaction.

You stroke a little harder with both thumbs and lips, and then again, and again, and again. My head falls back, a moan escaping, my eyes sliding shut. All my concentration focuses on your thumbs and mouth and the feelings pulsing through my body.

You continue to use your mouth and thumbs on me. Spreading my pussy lips, you drag your tongue over, and over, my clit. I can feel my muscles clenching, my legs trembling. I feel my climax getting closer, closer. I raise my hands and cup my breasts in my hands, squeezing, rolling my nipples between my fingers and then I hear you murmur against my pussy "Yes, that's it baby, cum for me."




The Bet



The water beats down upon my neck. The tremendous pressure massaging my muscles as the burning heat washes the tension away. Liquid fire cascades from my shoulders enveloping me in its stinging warmth. But the pain is mixed with wave after wave of pleasure flowing from my groin. The two sensations mingling, creating a new and unique feeling; one that can no more be described then an orgasm can. The image in my mind is of simultaneously being licked over, and having a feather tingle, every single inch of skin at once.

It is an amazing feeling and I look down at whom I have to thank for it even as my mind reels to gain some semblance of balance. You are on your knees in front of me. Dripping wet your hair is pushed back from your face and your eyes twinkle as I look down into them. They are shining with the knowledge that no matter how it may look, at this very moment it is I that belongs to you. In what appears to be a submissive position it is in fact you who has control. “Complete control.” The thought pushes its way to the front of my endorphin-engulfed mind. It has sparked in you a pleasure that is radiating out with an almost physical force. 

Reality begins to blur as your lips and tongue enthusiastically go about their business. I feel my knees weakening… but no. Thru a will that is not even conscious but there nonetheless I stay on my feet. I don’t really think about it but I know I cannot give in. That we are playing a game is somewhere in my head and that if I reach out to steady myself against the wall or if I give in to my the overwhelming need to take your head in my hands, therefore exerting control, I lose. Any show of weakness or any show of dominance, that’s what I must avoid. You are making it hard though as with every bob of your head you take me hilt deep, nose brushing my pubic hair, only to slide back till you have just the tip of me grasped between your lips. I have no idea what your hand is doing to my balls fore I can no longer separate all the sensations flowing from that area but I know it is driving me mad with lust.

You begin to go faster and faster, building to a furious pace. As the pleasure washes over me in ever-faster waves I begin to tremble. My skin is alive with energy and my whole body is now as sensitive as the pulsing member in your mouth. My head starts shaking back and forth with the need to release. I can’t take it anymore and my hand twitches ready clasp the back of your head when—

“Agggggggrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!”

You grab my hips and pull me into you as deep as I will go, pressing your tongue hard up and against me so that the ball of your piercing roughly rides along my bottom vein. It is too much and as I feel your lips touch the tender flesh of my abdomen, and my engorged tip slides against the back of your throat I explode with mind shattering force into you. Although I am unaware of it in my blissfully climactic state, each time you swallow you jerk me against the soft tissue inside your throat and spur me on to continue spilling into you. Even after there is nothing left to cum, I twitch inside your mouth in continued ecstasy. 

You hold me in your mouth while I pant frantically, trying to recover my breath (among other lost functions, like thinking) until the swelling goes down. Then I sink to my knees, beyond the point where I can keep supporting myself. We are level and I look at you. I won but one wouldn’t be able to tell from the look on your face. I reach up and cup the back of your neck; pulling you to me I kiss you deeply. I don’t like the thought of tasting myself but you damn sure earned an immediate and passionate kiss. So I put the thought out of my mind and give you just that. “And after all,” my pragmatic side decides to speak up, “I need to show her how much I enjoyed that so she will be sure to do it again!”

I reach back turning off the water. As I climb to my feet I pull back the shower curtain and reach for your hand so you can step out too. We towel each other dry with slow easy motions. With my left hand I grab the four lavender and one shorter black silk scarves and then taking your hand in my right, I lead you to the bedroom to collect my winnings.



The Bet



I admit it I am a male slut. Now I know women are generally called sluts but since there is no male equivalent I will take ownership of the word. Now some people have called me a freak but to me freaks do freaky things, I don't do freaky things--generally, basically I just love to fuck, unashamedly, unabashedly and without any regrets. To me there is nothing better in the world than pussy and Ive tried to sample it as often as possible and from as many varied sources as is humanly possible. 

As a male slut, I believe that I should not only derive pleasure from the beautiful women that I encounter but reciprocate and treat them to orgasmic bliss. I am not a "I got mine, you get yours" kind of guy, no, I am more of a "let's get ours together in whatever way turns us on" kind of guy. So bottom line - that makes me a toes-sucking, pussy-eating, ass-licking, finger-sucking, fucking-all-night kind of guy. But that's ok because I get turned on as much eating a pussy as I do getting my dick sucked if not more.

I find it hard to not approach women to see if the opportunity may present itself for a chance encounter or a long weekend. Now I have been rejected more often than I care to admit but since I approach the women in a good spirit the rejections are usually done in the same manner, which is cool. I occasionally get the "I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on the planet" rejections but those are very rare, still rejection is rejection so you move on and find someone who is willing to partake in an evening of fun and frolic with you.

The best part of being a male slut is that the variety of beautiful woman you run across and how often they will surprise you. Take Daisy for instance, a slender girl who was real shy and hid her beauty behind thick glasses. When I approached her she didn't know how to respond, when we were alone her nervousness was quite evident and we began to kiss, she seemed very reluctant. At one point I was about to call it a night when she looked me in the eyes and said, "Can I suck your dick?"

Taken aback I hesitated to answer. She quickly apologized for being so forward and started to leave. I put my hand on her shoulder and said "There is nothing in the world I would like more right now than for you to suck my dick. Matter of fact, I would be greatly honored." Then I did a little bow.

She smiled and undid my belt, reached in and pulled out my now very hard dick.

She went straight to work on sucking it, and her technique was flawless. I was very impressed and very turned on. I was more than turned on; she was doing shit with her mouth that I didnt think was possible. 

"Damn Daisy, this feels good." She didn't respond it was like she was possessed. She was going to make me cum no matter what. She was deep throating me and licking my balls at the same time. She was incredible. 

I lifted her head up and stopped her midway through, "Wait hold on, you are going to make me cum."

She looked quizzical and then said, "Well that's the point."

"I know that but we need to look at the big picture."

"The big picture?" she said a bit confused.

"Yes, the big picture. This right here is fun and is fleetingly exciting but if we work together we can cum all night and really experience pleasure."

"But I just like to suck dick" she said to me as she held my dick in her hand.

So you don't like to get your pussy eaten, you don't like to get fucked.

"No, I suck a guys dick, I rub my clit and I cum and he cums." she said defiantly,"Besides most guys don't know how to fuck anyway."

I felt a challenge coming on, "Well I tell you what you do it your way, then you let me do it my way. You compare the two, if your way is better I'll concede the point."

"Ok, but what do I get out of it, you get pussy and your dick sucked if I'm right I get another lousy fuck. I need to get something more out of it, she said to me. Her point was valid but I sat incredulously thinking I am having a high level negotiation for some pussy and she ain't even my type.

"Well what do you want?" I said because I was getting tired of going round and round with her. 

"I don't know but if I am right you have to give me whatever I want."

"Within reason.." I added.

Deal. Within reason" she concurred and so it began.



I took her by the hand and headed for the showers. I set the water on semi boil and let her ease some of her obvious tension away under the hot water. I scrubbed her down with a loofah and shampooed her hair. I massaged her shoulders in the warm water. Then I turned her around and began to kiss her.

We said nothing but I could tell she was enjoying the attention and I used the warm water as prelude to what I would do next.

I pushed her back on to the cool tile of the shower's wall and then I started to move my hand between her legs. The difference in the wetness of the water and her own natural wetness was quite evident. I took my finger and eased into her. It smoothly entered her, as I did this she grabbed my head and pulled me towards her for a very passionate kiss. I kept working my finger in and out of her. My dick was fully erect and I wanted to fuck her so bad but I had to hold off a few more minutes. 

As I slid two and then three fingers into her, she pushed her pelvis towards them as if trying to engulf them with pussy power alone. I could tell she was holding back, not letting go on purpose. 

I whispered to her, "Are you going to deny yourself pleasure because of a stupid bet?"

I then shifted my hand so my fingers were still in her but my thumb was on her clit. I began kissing her neck, shoulders, and face while manipulating her clit. She put her fingernails into my shoulders trying to hold on and hold back. But she was fighting a losing battle. 

I whispered to her again, "I want you so bad. I want to put my big dick in you. I want to touch you where no man has touched you before." 

"Uhhhh" she groaned as she gripped tighter unto my shoulders. I loved the pain she was inflicting because I knew she was close to cumming. I decided to fuck her right then. 

"This dick is all yours baby" I pulled out my finger and replace them with my rock hard dick. 

"Oh god" and she spread her legs wider while I gained leverage to fuck her harder against the bathroom wall. 

Her pussy was tight and very wet. I knew I was going to enjoy this fuck. I reached down and grabbed her ass and gripping it as I fucked her harder.

"Oh baby you like this tight pussy. It all yours baby, this pussy is all yours." 

I lifted her leg up to get in even deeper. She gasped out loud as I seemed to hit bottom. "Damn, this dick is big" she said to no one in particular.

As I fucked her I started adjusting positions to make sure I hit every spot my hips circling as I stroked in and out. The tightness of it was extraordinary. I couldn't believe how much it was turning me on. 

Because my fingers were so wet I chanced sticking my finger in her ass while fucking her. As soon as I did, she began to scream that she was going to cum. I was finger fucking her ass and fucking her pussy at the same pace-fast. 

"Oh God help me , I can't stand no more," and with that she went limp in my arms as she held onto my shoulders. I lifted both legs up and kept fucking her against the wall until I felt myself spasming all over. 

"Damn bitch you making me fucking cum...Shit" I began to lose strength in my legs and arms I was afraid I would drop her. 

So I slid down onto the shower floor with her firmly attached to my dick. 

She grabbed me and kissed me as I laid there and watched her in the afterglow of post orgasmic bliss.

"So did I win or not?" I said to her fully knowing the answer.

"Well we both won" she said.

"I don't understand?", I said as I tried to figure out how she was going to try to wiggle out acknowledging my talents.

"Ok you were right," I enjoyed it thoroughly but I also was able to lose my virginity and cum at the same time. Something most women never experience.



"Virgin?, you never said anything about being a virgin." Damn I don't do virgins. This is bullshit.

"If I had told you, you would have patted me on my head and sent me on my way or you would have made such a big deal out of it that you would not have fucked me the way I heard you fuck women."

"Listen," she continued " I wanted someone like you who knew there way around a pussy not some little boy groping and guessing and making my first time miserable. I waited longer than most women but when I decided to do it I knew it would be you, the only issue was how. So I went straight to your male ego and set up a challenge that I knew you would take in a second. So therefore you won and I won."

With that she eased herself up and got out of the bathtub. "I have to run but you are truly incredible." and with that she kissed me and walked out of the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard the front door close.

I sat in the tub and began thinking, Damn I just got played. Then I smiled because I did get played but I did win the bet...

Damn I am good.

~fin



The Bet



Things hadn't gone as planned. I was surprised that my New Master was Andrew. There was too much history here. On the way to his home he instructed me of my new life. He reassured me, that he wouldn't do more than I could handle. But, reminded me I was his and I was there to please him in every way.

I explained to him I had some doubts of this working out. He didn't know of the love I had always felt for him. I also felt I couldn't always share him with others. But for the next six months I had no choice. I was his. He made me aware of that night in more ways than one. There was this electricity about us. Even not knowing who he was at the club he still managed to mesmerize me.

"my Kitten, we're home.....wake up!"

I was too exhausted to move. He opened the door and gently held me in his arms and carried me in. I was so amazed at this man. Who one-second was the most gentle creature I knew, then the next he was a terror. He ran a nice warm bath for me, and undressed me placing me in a hot tub with the scent of Jasmine. Candles, were lit all around the tub, and he joined me. I picked up the soap and brush to wash him and he instructed me I was to lie there and he would bathe me. I was to enjoy the moment. I was so relaxed, so calm. This was the moment I had dreamed of. Him treating me like a Queen. He tenderly washed my breasts and as he was doing so he'd gently nip at them. As he washed my pussy he'd gently massaged my clit. His mouth covered mine in a deep long passionate kiss. I was so wet. I wanted him. I begged him 'please Master take me,' 'shhhh, my kitten. He took the hand held shower head and placed it on my clit. 'How does this feel my kitten'? Ohhhh, Master........its so delightful."  He held it there longer and more forceful - he was facing me, watching my face. He knew in his own way he was tormenting me. My bottom was moving up and down while I was trying to pull away from the showerhead. 

He looked at me, with those piercing eyes, and said 'cum for me"

"please Master I want to feel your cock inside of me."

"Not tonight, I have more in store for you My Kitten"

He finally had his wish. I came so hard I trembled, and he held me and kissed me deeply as I came. It was now 4 am and I needed some sleep.

I begged him, 'please Andrew let me sleep, I'm so tired'. 

Yes, my Kitten. He rubbed me down with oils and placed me in bed. he told me tomorrow would be a big day. He also before I went to sleep wanted me to sign 'the Contract'. The one between The Master and Slave. He told me to read over it, but I was to tired and sleepy, so I just signed it.

I slept so peacefully that morning. Not knowing what was to be in store for me.

That afternoon Andrew woke me. I felt his fingers sliding in and put of my pussy and his fingers were covered with my juices. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, 'my little cum slut, even in your sleep I can make you cum. his mouth went to my nipples and started nibbling on them and he started shoving another finger in my hot pussy. I wanted him so bad, just as I was going to ask him to please fuck me........the doorbell rang..........He looked at me and said 'good, my friends have arrived.

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'ah, my friends have arrived, and this will be your test, if you chose to submit to me, they will be our witnesses to our lifelong bond between us, then there will be a ceremony and celebration. If you chose not to, I will release you from your contract and you will be free to go and we will never see each other again.....When he said that, a tear ran down my face at the thought of never see Andrew again........I was hurting to deep inside to think of saying 'no'.

"Now get up and follow me.  My kitten, are you up to this?"

"yes My Master, I'll do anything to please you, I'm yours". As I said that I kneeled on my knees and laid prostrate to him.

"now my pet, get up'......in what you have said pleases me very much. Hold your head up high as my friends enter the room, you'll only bow your head to me when I address you .

'yes master'

He took the brush from the dresser drawer, I cringed at first. I thought I hadn't done anything yet to be punished. But he surprised me by, untying my hair and brushing it very lovingly. He told me to finish tending myself and he'd send someone in to help me, while he attended his guess.

He had Lady Jacki, a woman he had trained years ago, and had invited her to bring her Master Nick, and that she might bring any mutual friends of theirs along with them.

He also invited a total of 10 guests. Five Masters and Five Mistresses, and each with their slaves.

You took my hand and placed me in the middle of the Living room floor. You'd prepared me for your entertainment as well as theirs. You'd placed the spreader bar between my legs, and blindfolded me. You also had taken silken scarves and tied my hands behind my back. You gently whispered in my ear "my precious kitten, here's your chance to leave.' I shook my head no.

I heard him ask Jacki and Nick to tend bar for him and pour the wine for his guests, as they paraded through the living room where I was standing. Everyone was talking, but suddenly the conversation came to a quiet hush as they saw me standing there. I held my head up high, although I knew not who was there.

Master Nick took the lead and stepped in front of me as the others looked on.  He raised his voice so that others could hear, 'Scarlet, why do you come here?'

"I come to offer myself, to Master Andrew. I turned to face him and bowed my head.

"Master Andrew, I beg you please accept me as your slave, your pet, your love, you have my complete and total submission. I pledge my love to you, and honor you, I submit to you and obey you, and I'll strive to please you in all things......take me please, allow me to be yours.

You stepped before me, and undid the blindfold, the spreader bar and untied my hands.

"my love look me in the eyes." He reached to Master Nick who handed him a gold filigreed collar studded with sapphires and diamonds. It was made in a narrow band, he'd designed especially for me.  While we gazed into each other eyes I felt a love and devotion I'd never felt for anyone else before.

'scarlet, this collar is like no other, once fastened around your neck it can never be removed except by destroying it, just as by accepting this collar and being claimed as my slave, you may never leave, disobey, or dishonor me without forever breaking the bond that binds us together. Do you submit and commit yourself to me?"

"yes Master Andrew.....thank you, I'm yours totally and completely."  Tears welled into my eyes as he placed the collar around my neck. There was a finality in the click as he locked the clasp that could never be undone. He then held my face in his hands, and kissed my eyes, and mouth tenderly, I dropped to my knees and kissed his feet. I saw a mist in his eyes also, as he held me close and whispered in my ear, 'I love you My pet......you're mine forever!

The ceremony was so intense, it was only now that I realized I was naked in the middle of the living room with only the collar he had placed around my neck. I suddenly became embarrassed. I thought it was time for everyone to go home. But I was so wrong.

Master Andrew stood on a step stool and wanted to make a toast, ." to my pet, may she always obey me and love me - and always show her submission to me."  Everyone raised their glasses.

"now my pet, spread your legs wide. I want my friends to greet you'.

Suddenly it was like that night at the club. Everyone was walking up to me and probing my vagina and rubbing my clit and nibbling on my nipples. They came over, and examined me, some in pairs some came by themselves. They touched and pulled and probed and looked and licked until I could take no more. In spite of trying to be obedient and not cum, it was hard not to. Master Nick, with his slave Jacki, came over, he probed my hot pussy and had his slave suck my taut nipples.  He rubbed and pinched and pulled on my clit until I felt my body tremor as I experienced a series of orgasms.

'Master Andrew, come here'. I think your precious little slut just had an orgasm without your permission."

You walked over to me, with a stern look in your eye, "Is this true? did you cum without asking"

" I tried not to master.....I thought I could hold off.....but I couldn't." My voice trailed off

"My slut, you'll be punished for this!  You want to act in such a whorish manner, you'll submit to all in this group who choose to use you in what ever manner they wish."

I looked at you with fear in my eyes and tried to hide the tears, never dreaming you'd share me with anyone, much less a group.  I was horrified, how could you do this to me.

"You'll submit to any and all who choose to use you, and you will do this for me publicly to demonstrate your submission to me!"

Your guests were pleased to hear this, they knew you were punishing me.....at first no one came forward....then Master nick and a couple of slaves lifted me up onto the table and tied me spread eagle. They stretched me as far as they could. I felt like was to rip open. They exposed every orifice to my body. My legs were slightly bent so they could see my asshole.  The first to come over was a slave by the name of Sheena, and her Master Jack. They went to work on me immediately. Sheena eating my pussy while Jack was eating my ass, then they worked on my breasts, my moans and cries filled the room as they probed, pinched and stretched me........

"My friends" he announced, my little slut is a cum junky, she loves it on her, she loves to taste it, drink it.....don't you my pet

"yes master"

Master Nick was excited my this, he loved cum.  He spread my pussy lips apart, stretching them wide and burying his face in my pussy. He took my clit into his mouth, biting and sucking it.  He was going to make me scream in delight and was going to punish me by making my orgasms so intense they'd hurt. While he worked on my pussy, one of the others worked on my ass......Suddenly I was screaming and cumming with delight........never before was my orgasm so intense.  Then suddenly, Lady Sheena came over and began to finger and rub my clit. She stuck one finger in then another and then I felt a pressure like never before. My master stood in front of me, stroking his cock, watching my face.  He explained to me, Sheena had her fisting in my pussy, and he could see the intense pleasure in my eyes, oh, my god I was going to explode.  I wanted to cum, but I knew with him standing over me I couldn't

He looked at me and said "suck my cock, you slut, my whore........and yes you may cum for me.......she pounded inside of me and was fucking me like never before.

As I was sucking my master's cock, he invited the rest of his guest to spank me with their favorite device. My Master came all over me, my face, my tits......and I licked and sucked him dry.

I thought, this is it. We're done and I have proved myself. But suddenly Jacki, Master Nick's slave screamed out eat me you slut you've captured the heart of Andrew and you'll pay. She straddled my face, and I had no choice but to eat her pussy. She slapped my tits and pinched my nipples. This was a jealous woman. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, you'll not have My master Nick, he's also smitten with you. She fucked my face like it was a cock. Then Master nick came and placed his hard cock in my pussy and started to fuck me, when Andrew walked up and said "no" only I fuck her pussy.  Then Master Nick ate me and fingered my pussy and bit my clit, harshly, my muffled screams were heard by all.  As I screamed, Jacki experienced her own orgasm, her body pushing down and shivering on my face.......

Master Andrew stepped forward and the guests gradually stepped back to make way for him. He climbed up on the table, and kneeling before me, he slid his nice big hard cock into my juicy pussy. he began fucking me in long even strokes, slowly, I looked at him with pleading eyes, and I could see there was some pain in his. He began fucking me harder and deeper, pounding away all his frustrations. I began to feel him grow bigger and harder in my pussy, knowing he was about to burst deep with in me. Suddenly we both came together with such intensity I began to cry tears.......he released his hot sticky cum into me and I felt it run down my thighs. He laid there until he was totally soft. He slowly rises from the table and takes his glass of wine and pours it down the slit of my pussy and begins to lick me dry. 

He whispers in my ear as I so tenderly lick his cock clean, he looks with love as he says" you'll never have to endure this again My pet, I promise.  Your devotion to me has pleased me, you have made me very proud of you.'  He stepped back and kiss me deeply tasting our own juices.  He turns to his guest and asks them to leave, thanking them for coming to his home and sharing our new beginning.

He picks me up and holds me in his arms and says to me "come my precious Kitten it is time for us to be alone"................ 
Things hadn't gone as planned. I was surprised that my New Master was Andrew. There was too much history here. On the way to his home he instructed me of my new life. He reassured me, that he wouldn't do more than I could handle. But, reminded me I was his and I was there to please him in every way.

I explained to him I had some doubts of this working out. He didn't know of the love I had always felt for him. I also felt I couldn't always share him with others. But for the next six months I had no choice. I was his. He made me aware of that night in more ways than one. There was this electricity about us. Even not knowing who he was at the club he still managed to mesmerize me.

"my Kitten, we're home.....wake up!

I was too exhausted to move. He opened the door and gently held me in his arms and carried me in. I was so amazed at this man. Who one-second was the most gentle creature I knew, then the next he was a terror. He ran a nice warm bath for me, and undressed me placing me in a hot tub with the scent of Jasmine. Candles, were lit all around the tub, and he joined me. I picked up the soap and brush to wash him and he instructed me I was to lie there and he would bathe me. I was to enjoy the moment. I was so relaxed, so calm. This was the moment I had dreamed of. Him treating me like a Queen. He tenderly washed my breasts and as he was doing so he'd gently nip at them. As he washed my pussy he'd gently massaged my clit. His mouth covered mine in a deep long passionate kiss. I was so wet. I wanted him. I begged him 'please Master take me,' 'shhhh, my kitten. He took the hand held shower head and placed it on my clit. 'How does this feel my kitten'? Ohhhh, Master........its so delightful."  He held it there longer and more forceful - he was facing me, watching my face. He knew in his own way he was tormenting me. My bottom was moving up and down while I was trying to pull away from the showerhead. 

He looked at me, with those piercing eyes, and said 'cum for me"

"please Master I want to feel your cock inside of me."

"Not tonight, I have more in store for you My Kitten"

He finally had his wish. I came so hard I trembled, and he held me and kissed me deeply as I came. It was now 4 am and I needed some sleep.

I begged him, 'please Andrew let me sleep, I'm so tired'. 

Yes, my Kitten. He rubbed me down with oils and placed me in bed. he told me tomorrow would be a big day. He also before I went to sleep wanted me to sign 'the Contract'. The one between The Master and Slave. He told me to read over it, but I was to tired and sleepy, so I just signed it.

I slept so peacefully that morning. Not knowing what was to be in store for me.

That afternoon Andrew woke me. I felt his fingers sliding in and put of my pussy and his fingers were covered with my juices. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, 'my little cum slut, even in your sleep I can make you cum. his mouth went to my nipples and started nibbling on them and he started shoving another finger in my hot pussy. I wanted him so bad, just as I was going to ask him to please fuck me........the doorbell rang..........He looked at me and said 'good, my friends have arrived.

***************

'ah, my friends have arrived, and this will be your test, if you chose to submit to me, they will be our witnesses to our lifelong bond between us, then there will be a ceremony and celebration. If you chose not to, I will release you from your contract and you will be free to go and we will never see each other again.....When he said that, a tear ran down my face at the thought of never see Andrew again........I was hurting to deep inside to think of saying 'no'.

"Now get up and follow me.  My kitten, are you up to this?"

"yes My Master, I'll do anything to please you, I'm yours". As I said that I kneeled on my knees and laid prostrate to him.

"now my pet, get up'......in what you have said pleases me very much. Hold your head up high as my friends enter the room, you'll only bow your head to me when I address you .

'yes master'

He took the brush from the dresser drawer, I cringed at first. I thought I hadn't done anything yet to be punished. But he surprised me by, untying my hair and brushing it very lovingly. He told me to finish tending myself and he'd send someone in to help me, while he attended his guess.

He had Lady Jacki, a woman he had trained years ago, and had invited her to bring her Master Nick, and that she might bring any mutual friends of theirs along with them.

He also invited a total of 10 guests. Five Masters and Five Mistresses, and each with their slaves.

You took my hand and placed me in the middle of the Living room floor. You'd prepared me for your entertainment as well as theirs. You'd placed the spreader bar between my legs, and blindfolded me. You also had taken silken scarves and tied my hands behind my back. You gently whispered in my ear "my precious kitten, here's your chance to leave.' I shook my head no.

I heard him ask Jacki and Nick to tend bar for him and pour the wine for his guests, as they paraded through the living room where I was standing. Everyone was talking, but suddenly the conversation came to a quiet hush as they saw me standing there. I held my head up high, although I knew not who was there.

Master Nick took the lead and stepped in front of me as the others looked on.  He raised his voice so that others could hear, 'Scarlet, why do you come here?'

"I come to offer myself, to Master Andrew. I turned to face him and bowed my head.

"Master Andrew, I beg you please accept me as your slave, your pet, your love, you have my complete and total submission. I pledge my love to you, and honor you, I submit to you and obey you, and I'll strive to please you in all things......take me please, allow me to be yours.

You stepped before me, and undid the blindfold, the spreader bar and untied my hands.

"my love look me in the eyes." He reached to Master Nick who handed him a gold filigreed collar studded with sapphires and diamonds. It was made in a narrow band, he'd designed especially for me.  While we gazed into each other eyes I felt a love and devotion I'd never felt for anyone else before.

'scarlet, this collar is like no other, once fastened around your neck it can never be removed except by destroying it, just as by accepting this collar and being claimed as my slave, you may never leave, disobey, or dishonor me without forever breaking the bond that binds us together. Do you submit and commit yourself to me?"

"yes Master Andrew.....thank you, I'm yours totally and completely."  Tears welled into my eyes as he placed the collar around my neck. There was a finality in the click as he locked the clasp that could never be undone. He then held my face in his hands, and kissed my eyes, and mouth tenderly, I dropped to my knees and kissed his feet. I saw a mist in his eyes also, as he held me close and whispered in my ear, 'I love you My pet......you're mine forever!




The Bet



I had an experience when I was nineteen and in college that I’ll never forget. My college was not a “commuter college”. Most of us lived on or near campus and there weren’t any restrictions on overnight guests so hooking up with coeds was my favorite pastime. I had more than my share of luck my first semester because word quickly got out that I sported a solid ten inches. It’s funny how women will talk about things like that and how best friends will stab each other in the back just to get to a cock like mine. 

Halfway through my freshman year, however, everything changed when I met Liz. She was thin and athletic but had tits you would normally find on much larger girls. As she wasn’t big on giving blow jobs, she never once swallowed, she more than made up for it by letting me fuck those gorgeous tits. She explained that my dick nestled in between those beauties gave her immense pleasure. She would sometimes get off when I squirted on them “just like in the movies” she used to say. 

I was disappointed when she would get off that way because she was like me, a one shot wonder. Neither of us would roll over and go to sleep but we were just both too sensitive to continue. An hour later was a whole other story. 

Women on campus continued to flirt and ask me if what they heard was true but I was in love with Liz and getting more than enough sex to keep me happy so I became a one woman man. Things were great until she got a grant to study abroad the second semester of our sophomore year. We lived off phone sex during the separation until we got our first phone bills. We were college students and there was no way we could afford more bills like that. We agreed to email erotic letters instead but it wasn’t the same. Luckily or not, most women had given up on me, assuming I was taken so I wasn’t faced with the temptation that I’m sure I would have given into. 

The only upside was my grades were going way up and my body was getting ripped. I had nothing to do but work out and study and both my grades and body were getting A’s. I was always skinny but my 5’ 11” frame with my 32” waist finally grew shoulders and a chest. I was riding on advice from the bigger guys I met in the gym. They seemed to give me more attention than the women around campus but I never thought twice about that until one night while studying.

I was in an area known as the “vault”. It was at the bottom of the library and almost no one ever went there. There were rumors it was haunted but not really, it was just a quiet place to study. At about eleven at night I needed to stretch my legs and pee so I made my way to the vault’s restroom. For security reasons there was only a men’s room on this floor, women had to go up two flights.

While I used the urinal I was caught off guard by someone stepping up to the urinal next to me. I thought I was alone on the floor. The kid looked my age and was a bit shorter than I was and looked like I did before I started lifting weights, trim and sleek. We both did business in silence until he said, “Twenty bucks.” 

“What?” I said, not understanding.

“How about a bet for twenty bucks?”

Here we go I thought. One thing I forgot to mention about my school was how expensive it is. I was a scholarship kid but many here were from very wealthy families. Twenty bucks meant a lot to me but was probably nothing to this kid. Boy I could use twenty bucks.

“What’s the bet?”

“Twenty bucks says I’m bigger than you.”

Oh this is gonna be easy I thought. Only once in gym in high school had I seen someone bigger than me. Rich boy was bluffing, which made me think it was a trick. I asked him to show the cash and he pulled out far more than a twenty. He had a huge stack of bills and I had a huge something else.

“Let’s make it forty, I said.” I had a hunch.

“Okay, I call, let me see.” He turned, with pants pulled up and I flashed. I swear he sounded just like the women who see it for the first time. I was relieved when he said I won without bothering to show me his. He extended two twenties but his hand brushed my dick on the way. I twitched. It had been a long time.

“Jesus, it’s getting bigger!” he said as I grabbed the money and went to zip up before I embarrassed myself. I couldn’t believe I was getting a hard-on in front of this guy. My dick got even harder, however, when he said, “how about double or nothing?”

I was definitely interested. I continued to zip but he grabbed my wrist to stop me. His other hand grabbed my dick. I was going to smack him but I thought of the money and, surprisingly found myself getting very stiff. It had been a long time since Liz touched me. 

He bet me eighty bucks that he could get me off twice in ten minutes. I figured this was a no lose bet. I’d get a hand job, even though I’d never thought of being with a guy before and I’d get eighty bucks because there was no way he would win. One, though I was young I lasted a long time, and two, once I got off once I knew that would be it. 

As soon as I agreed, Ryan, which I learned later was his name, got serious. He shoved me into a stall and forcefully ripped my pants to the ground. He only jerked me a few times before he went to his knees and took me in his mouth. I have been with many women and I never felt anything like that! 

His lips were smoother than any pussy I ever had. I don’t know what he was doing but I found my legs shaking and thought I might collapse. His hand reached up and twisted one of my nipples. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would but truly I was lost in what his mouth was doing. He was further down on my cock than any woman had ever been and the softness was beyond description. 

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better I felt him slide me down his throat. I groaned as he took me all the way! He would go fast then slow and it was all I could do to hold back. I suddenly felt my orgasm rising and though time seemed to stand still I knew it was nowhere near ten minutes. He sucked even harder as I felt my dick start to throb one step away from eruption and suddenly it happened. I screamed with relief as I let go and squirted like I never had before. The wall of the stall kept me from dropping to the ground as I shot off repeatedly. Oh it felt good, and unlike Liz, he kept those wonderful lips wrapped around me the whole time.

He sucked until the last drop was gone and I started to go soft. This was my ace, as good as he was, and he was the best, I knew I couldn’t get it again within the ten minutes. He sensed this and finally let me go. I wanted to kiss him for the pleasure he gave me but I held back. He checked his watch and I was shocked to find that it had only been five minutes. Still, it would take a long time to recover from what I just went through, so another blow job wouldn’t do it in the next five minutes.

That’s why I was shocked when he dropped his pants, revealing a very impressive eight inch throbber. I thought he would conceed and just beat off but he pulled out a condom and put it on. I was shocked when he told me to bend over. I begged off saying that wasn’t the bet but he rightly reminded me the bet was he would get me off twice in ten minutes, he didn’t say how.

I was nervous but the discomfort in my dick let me know the four minutes left wouldn’t matter and the money would be mine. I did as he said and bent over. A small part of me was thrilled to be so exposed like the people I had fucked so many times. I felt a cold liquid spread around my cheeks. He had brought a lube, why should I be surprised? He was here for a reason.

I felt pain as something thick entered me. It was pain at first but the fullness of it felt surprisingly good. He moved faster and faster and my body started to warm but I knew I would win until he pulled out. I figured he had gotten off and I had won but that’s when he let me know that had been only his finger. 

Still with only minutes left, the eighty bucks was surely mine, or so I thought until he pressed his dick against my ass. Immediately it felt good and as he pushed deep into me it was as if a dam burst. This was obviously not his finger but it slid in me just as easy. I felt heat and a little pain but most importantly full. I heard grunting and groaning and figured he was enjoying my virgin ass until I realized it was me making all the noise. I was shocked by what came out of my mouth. I was telling him how much I loved his thick cock deep inside me and how good he was fucking me. He asked if my ass belonged to him and I swore it did. He could do this to me anyplace, anytime. I found myself harder than I had ever been even harder than I was when he sucked me off and dick was begging for relief. I didn’t care about the bet anymore, I just knew what was happening inside me demanded I get off. 

I reached for my wanting dick and knew it wouldn’t take much to explode but he grabbed my wrist and said, “You, don’t need that.” I argued and babbled that I did and who cares about the bet but he said, “trust me, you don’t need that, and you’ll enjoy what’s coming.”

I didn’t believe him and reached for my hardened dick but he grabbed both my arms which left me helpless as he fucked me with a newfound fury. He groaned about how tight I was as my own body reacted in ways I had never known. As his groans built I matched him sound for sound and my large cock stretched itself thicker than I had ever known and I suddenly breathed hard as my dick and screamed as my dick erupted without even touching it. Oh Goooood I’m cumming! I shot more than I ever thought I could and knew I lost the bet but won so much more. 



The Bet



She shook her head and stared at the wall, trying to clear her mind of the fog that was gathering there. His fingers were probing at the entrance of her ass again and she shifted her hips, trying to pull away. 

The straps that held her arms above her head were secure as was the spreader bar that kept her open for his use. 

Seeing her movements, he smiled before leaning close to her ear. "This could end. It really would be easy. All you have to do is say the word. 

But you know what I think? I think you want more." His fingers began to run over her ass, feeling the heat of the earlier strikes. Slowly, he starts pushing one finger into her ass. Feeling her struggles increase, he whispered, "Want something in there, huh?" She heard him walk away from her and rummage around in the drawers. She tensed, her heart beating faster as she heard him return. 

Her scream echoed through the room, gaining strength as he began to press something huge and hard into her ass, slowly and gently. She could feel some sort of lubrication on the end of it and was mentally breathing a sigh of relief when the burning sensation began around her hole where the lubrication touched sensitive flesh. The feeling of mentholated Vaseline crept up her ass as the butt plug was worked ever so gently into the depths. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, the wide part of the plug slipped into her ass. The burn continued to increase until she was dancing in the bounds holding her. Finally, she could tolerate no more. 

"NOOOOOOOO," she screamed as she tried to get away from the thing, pulling desperately on the ropes that held her tight. "Please no....hurts..." She felt the burn in her arms that began in her hands as she continued struggling to protect herself, even as she knew that she couldn't.

He laughed and slammed the vibe deep inside her. Listening to her screaming, and smiling as he finally heard her words. Grabbing, her hair and knotting it in his fist he pulled her head up. "You loose, bitch." 

She was shaking now, her ass burning around whatever he had shoved inside her. She frowned as she realized he was right. The rules had been very clear. She wasn't supposed to say anything. If she did, he won the game. She shook, anticipating the cost of loosing. For that had been clear as well. 

Pulling her head all the way back, he began biting down her neck, feeling the tremors raking her body. 

"You thought I couldn't make you scream," he says, each word punctuated by a bite. Letting go of her hair, he chuckled as he reached down to move the dildo in her ass, slowly pulling it out. "Showed you were different, didn't I?" She didn't care anymore. The thought echoed repeatedly through her mind, 'Get it out?' but she dared not speak it again. As the pain in her ass increased, she finally found her voice, "Please take it out. I'll do anything you want." He laughed again as he rammed the dildo deep inside, "You'll do it anyway, slut. You are mine now." 

He moved to her head and grabbed her by the hair again. Shoving something into her mouth, as it slid in and he released it, the object in her mouth spread her jaw open. He buckled the straps around her head and stepped back to look at her. Her tongue was pressed into the back of her mouth as the ball gag filled her mouth. She moaned through the gag, wondering what he was about to do.

He reached up, and released the straps that held her before freeing her from the spreader bar. Walking her to the bed, he motioned for her to lay down before once again securing her, immobile in an X. Laying beside her, he wrapped his hands in her hair to hold her still before kissing her lips. Slowly, he began to move, using tiny, butterfly kisses across her jaw and down to the base of her throat. 

She whimpered softly as he slowly sucked up one nipple and swirled his rough tongue around it and the ring in it, several times before pulling on the ring between his teeth. She felt her breast stretch and lift, pulling away from her chest. Then, releasing the ring, he took the nipple between his teeth, slowly increasing the pressure as pain began to penetrate the fog invading her mind. Again, her breast began to lift away from her body. She arched up to follow the lift until her bonds prevented her from moving any farther.

Slowly, he released the nipple, before moving to the other side. Using his hand, he continued to torment the nipple, stroking it and pinching it between his fingers as his mouth captured the other nipple. Pleasure began building in her as she moved restlessly as far as her position would allow. Reaching to the nightstand, he selected a set of clamps. 

Quickly attaching each clamp to a nipple, he continued to lift her breasts with the chain connecting the two. Briefly, he left the bed, returning quickly with a candle burning in his hand. Tipping the candle, he watched at the wax began dripping, first covering one nipple, then the other, sealing the clamps beneath a thick coat. As each splash of the wax hit, she gasped, feeling the brief heat searing her skin, followed by the increasing burn of the heat trapped in the wax.

When he was satisfied with his decorating, he again left the bed. 

Returning, he knelt between her legs, sliding a vibe into her cunt, and leaving it on low, knowing it would tease, but never satisfy. She felt his fingers on her clit. Softly brushing the skin, he could feel her excitement as he rubbed her. Then taking her clit between his thumb and finger, he squeezed until there is a strangled scream coming from her throat. Moving quickly, he replaced his fingers with a clothes pin and then moved back to survey his work. She was again fighting the bonds, trying to accommodate the pleasure and pain warring for mastery of her body, slowly loosing her ability to form rational thoughts or sounds.

"As you wished to struggle and fight, we started with a lesson," he said. "Now the lesson shall continue." She jumped as she felt something brushing her thigh. She jumped again as something came down against her. 

Hard enough to sting, but not to really hurt, it felt like a dozen strands burning into her thigh. The sting began to grow as a steady pattern of strikes began to rain over her body simultaneously. Her breasts began to feel hot and swollen as the strands caressed the nipples. Each strike bringing more stings, more heat until she was struggling to get out of the way. The strikes began to move. Slowly down her navel to her hips. Moving down to her knees and moving up her inner thighs. 

Her whole body was burning. But not just with pain. Not just with fear. She felt her body's response to the stimulation. She was getting very wet. As the strands began to hit her cunt, the sounds were squishy and wet. She felt herself spiraling towards orgasm quickly, not believing that this could be happening, and then all sensation stopped, leaving her hanging on the edge.

He had watched the white skin turn pink and then red, before moving down her torso, leaving a trail of pink and red hues as he moved down her body. Stopping as he reached her cunt, he shifted direction and began working the flogger over her thighs. Taking a break, he reached down and increased the speed of the vibe in her, before working the strands of the flogger over the lips of her cunt. Soft and slow, he began warming her skin before increasing the intensity. Then with each stroke, he increased the force and speed. He watched as she reached the place where pain and pleasure began mingling, and knowing how close she was to cumming before he stopped.

"Poor baby," he said in a soft voice. "You look warm. Let's see if we can cool you off just a bit." Reaching to the side of the bed, he brought up a cup and removed an ice cube. Beginning at her lips, he trailed the cold over her face...down her throat, around each breast and down her stomach, finally reaching her cunt. Releasing the clothespin, he watches as the sensation bursts through her body before applying the cube directly to her clit. Reacting to the sudden pain followed by the cold, she arched up, fighting for her release. Ignoring her response, he reached up to her nipples and began peeling the wax way, clearing each nipple of its wax coating. Then he took two smaller ice cubes and trapped them between the ring and her nipple. He watched as she struggled to escape the icy bite that was torturing her.

He reached down and removed the plug from her ass before adding a second, larger plug. Moving quickly now, he inflated the retention plug before attaching the hose to it. "You are in need of cleansing," he says as he releases the clamp, allowing water to flow freely into her ass. 

She began shaking her head side to side, as the pressure in her bowels increased, pushing against the vibe buried in her cunt. When he was satisfied that she had taken enough, he clamped off and removed the tube, knowing the retention plug would keep everything in place until he was ready for her to release. He watched her discomfort and pleasure, listening to the sounds of distress coming from her before gathering the tools for his next torture.

Once again returning his attention to her cunt, he began clipping clothespins to her lips. Pin after pin, he created two long rows watching as her body shuddered with each new addition. When he could add no more, he began winding a braided strand of string through each clothespin on the right, and then repeating the process on the left.

When he is done, he pulls the string, causing her lips to open wide. Reaching for the duck tape, he secures the string, leaving her open for his next activity. He takes the feather duster, laying it along her thigh so that just the tips of the duster reach her clit. After securing it with the duck tape, he left the bed. Turning the fans in the room on, he watches the feathers torture her clit, leaving her bucking on the bed. 

Moving back up her chest, he released her nipples from the clamps, causing her to scream as the sensation flooded back in. Using his fingers, he massaged each nipple, increasing the sensation of pain. When she calmed, he stroked her hair, before fisting a handful and pulling her head up for a kiss. Moving down to her neck, he began to tease her ears and neck, waiting for her body to begin relaxing into the pleasure wracking it. As she relaxed, he reached down and reattached the clamps in different areas to avoid damaging her. Twisting the pins on either side, he ensured the maximum pressure was being applied before running his hands over her body.

"You are not to cum. You exist for my pleasure alone, and it pleases me to leave you like this for the moment. Now, I need a shower. I will leave you to your...activities," he says as he left the room.

She laid there, her stomach rolling, and the pleasure nearly unbearable as sensations pulled at her. The bite of the clamps, the pressure of the water, the buzzing of the vibe and the gentle teasing of the feathers all conspired to leave her panting, desperate for release as she wondered what he would do next.



The Bet



It was not often the bartender saw a woman as beautiful as her. When she slipped into the hotel's bar, virtually every head in the room turned. 

She was dressed in a short, yet tasteful black dress, a small leather clutch in one hand. Her legs were perfectly shaped, and met with her hips, dipped into her waist for a shapely hourglass figure.

Her cleavage was well formed, with what looked like large, but not huge breasts that moved with her gracefully. Her long, crimson locks draped down with their luxurious soft curls to about her mid-back.

Her heels clicked politely as she walked, and she went down to the quiet end of the bar, away from the television screens blaring the Mariners game, and eased onto a barstool, her eyes playing up to the CNN broadcast. 

The bartender was standing at the opposite side, having just filled a scotch order from a short, heavy-set, nearly bald man who had introduced himself as Henry, an insurance salesman from Hoboken, New Jersey in town for the convention.

"Who's that?" Henry asked, breathlessly.

"I have no idea," the bartender said.

"She's beautiful," Henry said, staring.

"Yeah and defiantly out of your league," the bartender said.

"Hey," Henry said, nearly squalling.

"Look dude, I see it all the time. Pretty girl comes in, she soaks you for some drinks, plays with your head, and then she goes to powder her nose. Save yourself the heartache. Save your wife the heartache too." He said.

"How do you know I'm married?" He asked.

"You may have taken the ring off, but you've still got the mark from it on your hand. I see it, she'll see it."

Howard glared at him.

"Hey, fine, whatever man. I'm just trying to save you some grief."

"Whatever," Henry said, and ordered another double scotch.

The bartender brought it to him, and then chided himself. He certainly killed Henry's tip, but he wanted a crack at the redhead for himself. Softly, he slid a napkin in front of her, and gave her his winning smile.

"What can I get for you, miss?" He inquired.

She smiled at him, with well-formed, crimson lips that shined softly.

"Traditional Martini," She said her voice throaty and breathy. She looked him straight in the eyes and batted her long, thick eyelashes at him.

"Coming right up," He said, smiling back. 

Yes indeed, tonight would be his lucky night. He could keep her going with drinks, maybe get off early, and take her home. It was a Thursday and only a couple of the regulars were in. They wouldn't care if he closed about ten. He could get her back to his studio and peel that little black dress right off.

He juggled the bottles with a flourish and rolled the Martini Mixer in his hands, giving her a spectacular performance. He knew she was watching her, out of the corner of his eye, they always did.

Henry the insurance salesman glared at the performance.

The Martini was delivered to her with nary a drop spilled and she smiled by turning up the corner of one of her lips. Her left hand was in her lap and she sipped softly at it, holding the bowl of the glass in her perfectly chiseled acrylic nails.

He hovered over her for just that extra amount time to make sure that she was enjoying her drink.

She looked at him sexily as the mixture of alcohols entered her mouth. She sipped petitely and made a soft slurping noise as the glass pulled away from her lips.

"Is that okay?" He asked in his home-down, folksy manner.

"Just fine, sugar," she replied, again in the breathy tone.

He smiled back at her, thinking to himself that yes indeed, that he was going to get lucky. He wandered back to Henry who had nearly finished the scotch.

Henry just beckoned his fingers at him and pointed to the scotch.

"'Nother double?" He asked, with a smug look on his face.

"Yeah, yeah." Henry said. He tried to straighten out his rumpled shirt and squared his tie some. The bartender brought him scotch and a bowl of popcorn as a consolation prize.

Henry the insurance man grunted at him, and muttered something, drinking at the scotch.

"What's that, Henry old boy?" The Bartender said.

"Send her a drink," He said.

The bartender snickered and said, "Hey it's your nickel."

With no flourish, no razzle, nor dazzle, he presented her the second drink saying, "It's from that guy down there."

She arched a brow at him, and then looked in the bar mirror to try to say who she was talking about.

"You mean the guy by the entrance, next to the pool table?" She asked.

"No, the guy down the end of the bar." She tilted her head and saw a man standing at the bar's rail waiting to be served.

"Him? In the blue shirt?" She whispered.

"No, farther down. The insurance salesman." The bartender said flatly.

Her mouth opened partially, to make the letter, 'o'. The bartender shivered slightly, imagining those lips wrapped around his cock.

She tilted her head a bit more, to meet Henry's eyes. 

Henry would be the first one to admit, he was nothing special. He was middle aged, had sold insurance for all of his professional life, alternated between having a horseshoe and shaving himself bald. His wife had to pick out his clothing and match it, for he was helpless when it came to colors and cloth. His kids always gave him ties and cologne for Father's Day and Christmas, as he was incapable of purchasing these things for himself.

Yet, he had a certain charm he would like to think. 

She looked at the bartender, and bit on those beautiful red pouty lips.

"I suppose I should send him something back, huh?" She looked at him with her cool, emerald eyes.

"Well I wouldn't. You'd only encourage him."

"Do you know his name?" She asked.

"His name is Henry; he's an insurance salesman from Jersey in town on a convention."

She looked at the bartender, clearly curious.

"Hey, I'm the bartender, people tell me stuff," he said.

"Hm," she grunted softly.

"Yeah well, I tried to warn him. Didn't want you to break his heart and all that." He said.

She eyed him in a friendly manner and replied, "Well be nice to him then. Don't need to be mean."

"Miss, I'm serious, this guy will be all over you."

"Well let him cool for a bit, then." She said.

When the bartender turned to serve the man in the middle, it blocked Henry's view of the Crimson-haired goddess, but it made no difference, her delicate white face was etched into his memory forever.

For her part, the redhead swiftly consumed the remainder of her first martini and started to work on the one Henry had sent her. When the bartender moved, he could see this, and smiled. He beckoned the bartender over.

"See?" He said.

"Look dude, I'm here to tell you this is just not cool."

"Who are you to say, huh bud? I'll make you a little bet." Henry said, full of himself, the scotch putting him in a proud, defiant mode. 

Henry pulled out his wallet and folded a crisp, new fifty-dollar bill on the counter.

"Fifty bucks says that I'll put her panties on the bar." He said.

The bartender looked at him coolly.

"You're serious."

"There it is. Fifty bucks. You've got that running around in tips, I know." Henry said. His fat forehead was sweating, and the bartender could see he was getting a bit riled up.

"Alright Henry, you're on. I'm closing at ten-thirty, sharp." He pulled out a shot glass, peeled a fifty out of his own wallet, jammed it and Henry's into it, and tucked it under the bar just out of reach.

Henry offered his sweaty, beefy hand.

The bartender shook it.

The crimson haired goddess went to the bathroom, came back, and found a third drink. The bartender explained it was yet again from Henry.

She looked at the bartender, "well I just can't ignore that. Send him something. What does he drink?"

"Scotch," He said.

She made a face and said, "Paint thinner. Send him one anyway."

Henry smiled as the liquid courage flowed his way. He lifted the drink to give her a cheer from a distance.

The bartender frowned at him.

"Look, Henry, she's just trying to be nice," he said.

"Yeah, and I appreciate it. In fact, I think I'll go and have a little chat."

With that, he picked up his rumpled coat, laid it over his arm, grabbed his drink, nearly spilling it, and headed her way. He clambered onto the barstool next to her, and offered his hand:

"Hi, miss. I'm Henry Peterson."

"Well Henry Peterson, I'm Michele." She replied at him, cool, yet polite.

The bartender wondered if he could get Henry drunk enough to make a fool of him and still make himself out to be the hero. Yes, indeed, that was the ticket. Nothing like being the hero.

He brought them another round.

Henry thanked him, and she looked at the pile of glasses and put her hand up, cutting herself off.

"So Henry, what brings you to the Rose City?" She asked.

"Insurance convention," he said. He launched into a long, utterly boring, and completely trite discussion about term versus whole life.

She listened politely and nodded at appropriate points.

The bartender took it all and then thought to himself that this would be the easiest fifty bucks he ever made and he'd get laid to boot. It was a good life.

As Henry talked, mostly about New Jersey winters and the traffic on the turnpike, one of the restaurant servers came in bearing a platter of hot food and laid it in front of another patron.

Henry's stomach grumbled and he suggested he buy dinner.

"Oh, no, Henry, I wouldn't want to impose upon you," she said, loud enough for the Bartender to hear.

Henry insisted and had menus brought. They migrated to a corner table, and she got giddy half way through the third martini.

The bartender watched them both, growling. Fortunately, the bet was for her panties to get onto the bar, not for him to get her into his room. Over dessert, he softly started to rub at her hand with his pudgy fingers and she giggled like a schoolgirl.

Henry made his move.

He whispered softly into her ear.

She turned crimson, to match her hair and nearly shrieked with laughter. At this point, the bartender had realized he wasn't the one that was getting laid.

He watched her squirm as Henry discreetly tickled at her hips, and her breasts jiggled invitingly.

She leaned over, kissed him on the nose, and scooted down to the ladies' powder room.

Henry smirked at the bartender.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

The bartender was the one smirking at Henry, and then was shocked as she returned. She had touched up her hair, and went from being the giggle girl, to the crimson-haired goddess that yet again turned the head of every man when she came through the doorway.

She walked seductively, purposefully, with intent, desire, and hunger to Henry.

She slid into the booth and pushed the side of her bosom against him.

Henry whispered something into her ear, and then she nodded, giggling softly.

The bartender could not believe this.

Henry fished for his room card-key and walked up to the bar and said, "I'd like to pay please." 

He flashed the black satin panties she had peeled off in the restroom.

"Damn," The bartender said, and slipped him the fifties.

Henry and Michelle made their way into the exterior glass elevator. Michele was more than slightly drunk, and felt the salesman's shaking, beefy fingers on her petite ass. He knelt down, had her bend over slightly, and reached up with his mouth.

Softly, Henry's dexterous tongue began to probe her needful folds. She wasn't overly wet, but certainly produced the pheromones that drove his lust farther.

He lapped at her from behind, even softly nuzzling her tart ass, and when the bell rung, both squirmed to upright, decent positions as someone else entered the car.

Henry got her to her room and she smirked at him with a sly, knowing look.

Henry did not bother to turn the lights on, and once she'd crossed the threshold, closed, locked, and bolted the door. He picked her up bodily which made her giggle even more.

Tenderly he laid her on the bed, and lifted up the dress, her pubic hair neatly trimmed into an inviting triangle. 

His hot breath along was enough to make her squirm, and he took his sweet time, softly kissing her inner thighs on both sides, before running his tongue up the length of her blood engorged mons.

She gasped as the tip of his tongue met with the side of her clitoral hood, gently lapping at it, and causing her to go from squirming to moaning.

With her juices flowing freely, his tongue became more insistent and flicked deeply into her wetness. She writhed and began to gasp.

Like a hunter and its prey, he knew that she was close and he stood, and unbuckled his belt.

His stiff, uncut phallus poked out from his middle-aged tummy, seven inches of uncircumcised manhood that he teasingly rubbed against her labia.

She wiggled her butt against the bed and he loomed over her, the head of his tool softly pressing against her clit. With little care, he slipped the straps form her shoulders and exposed her creamy white breasts with their perky sharp nipples.

Henry mounted her grabbing both nipples at once, thrusting in her in a single, powerful shove of his manhood.

Her head arched back against her bed as best it could and her breasts pressed into his fingers as if they had a life of their own. She pressed back against him with her hidden muscles, feeling his tool invade her.

He pumped solidly, his sweat permeating the room, mixing with her musk and creating the scent of mating throughout the room.

They fucked hard, her clawed fingers digging into the comforters, his balls slapping at her ass. His hands twisted her nipples and her ankles locked behind his back.

She writhed, she moaned and Michelle climaxed powerfully, screaming like a wild animal.

Henry was no better, for the throbbing of her thick vaginal muscles finished him off, and his semen fired a huge, thick load into her wanting body.

She gasped for air, and looked at him dreamily.

He smiled and rested for a few moments, and then softly filled her over, unzipped her, and stripped her nude. He then discarded his own clothing, and pulled the comforter and sheets back for her.

She kissed him on the cheek.

He grabbed at the nightstand for his wedding ring.

"I'd better not loose this," he said, "My wife would kill me."

She looked up at him, her breasts inviting him for round two.

"You're right," she replied. "I would."



The Bet



'You bet what?' I put my book down on the doona and looked disbelievingly at my husband as he stood in the doorway of our bedroom.

'It's okay Gabi,' Rick sounded defensive, 'like I said, Cole has never paid up for any of the bets he's lost before, so there was no way he could enforce this bet.'

'But you bet my arse?' I couldn't believe what my husband had just told me. He had just arrived home after a boys' night out, and told me that he had bet one of his work buddies, Cole, that if he was to win at pool, I would give him a private lap dance. 

'Look honey,' Rick was starting to sound whiny now, 'in three years he's never beaten me, not once...'

'Until tonight?'

'Yeah, until tonight.' 

'And so you thought that you'd turn me into a stripper for all your mates...'

'Not all of them just Cole!'

'But you were willing to turn me into a stripper!?' 

'That's not what I meant.'

'Of course not,' I smiled sweetly.

'Look, there was never any danger of you having to actually strip, I just thought that it my offer him some incentive to play better.'

'Well apparently it did at that.' 

Rick sensed his chance, 'look, I'm going for a shower.'

'Sure,' I replied, my mind wandering. Rick and the boys enjoyed their Friday night out once every other week or so. But he came home smelling of smoke so I had always insisted that he shower before coming to bed. As the shower was turned on, I allowed myself a small smile. My anger was a little forced. I liked Cole, he was a few years younger than Rick and in fact reminded me of my husband back when we had met. As shocked as I was by the bet, I was at least gratified that the man in question was attractive. And apparently thought that I was attractive. A thought crossed my mind and I slipped from under the doona and entered the en suite.

'Why did you think that me lap dancing for Cole would be an incentive?'

'Um, because he likes you,' Rick said after a short hesitation.

'How do you know that?' The thought sent a little flutter through my belly...and lower down.

'He's told me.'

'What?' I was a little shocked. I could never imagine telling one of my friends that I fancied their husband.

'He opens up a lot when he's drunk.' I heard something familiar in Rick's tone and pulled back the curtain. Rick's member was fully hard and he was slowly soaping his length. His skin glistened under the water and when I looked at his face I could see the raw lust in his eyes. Rick had enjoyed enough alcohol to fuel his libido and remove his inhibitions. That in turn fed mine so I stepped forward into the shower, enjoying my husband's eyes widen in surprise as I stepped under the water wearing my satin slip. 

'You want me to do that?' I murmured, placing my small hand over his.

'Uh huh,' he nodded. I ran my fingertips along the well soaped shaft to the base, pressing the wet pubic hair back so that I could grip the base. Forming an O with my thumb and forefinger, I then slowly drew my hand back to the tip of his erection, stopping at the base of the head which I then encompassed with my whole hand. I squeezed the head and held it, before sliding my hand to the base of his shaft again. I repeated the process several times, watching Rick's eyes throughout. I pressed my body against his and stood on tip toes to get my mouth against his ear.

'Tell me what you were thinking about,' I whispered.

'You and Cole.'

'Mmmm.' I had suspected as much and the thought turned me on. I stepped back and looked down at his hard cock wrapped in my tiny fist. The soap had been washed away so I knelt, feeling the warm water splash onto the top of my head. Keeping my hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, I slowly swallowed him, feeling my lips stretch, working my tongue over the wet, tight skin. I took him as far as I could into my throat, tightened my lips and pulled my head back. My husband has a big cock, which to be honest I don't always appreciate. Then I heard Rick moan and felt the heat build between my legs. I repeated my actions a dozen times, then let him slip from my mouth with a wet pop and looked up at my husband.

'Wanna fuck me?'

'Yeah.' His voice was raw.

I smiled and stood, ignoring the hair plastered across my face, turned and leaned against the wall, pushing my butt back towards him. Rick lifted my sodden slip and without ceremony guided his cock into me, bending his knees to do so. The heat of his shaft as it entered me was wonderful and I rotated my hips back to stimulate my clit against it. 

With his big hands wrapped tightly around my waist, he pounded into me, the water on our skin making loud slapping noises. My mind was blank, lust having erased even the erotic thought of Cole watching me dance. I came quickly in a series of rapid and sharp waves, my body twisting and writhing but Rick buried himself in me and hung on for the ride. As soon as I started to relax, he recommenced his thrusting and I pushed back against him until I felt his body tense. Then I pulled away, knelt and forced my mouth onto him. With a roar he came, his abundant semen crashing into my mouth. I pumped his shaft as he came, making his body contort with a pleasure that he had once described as being close to pain. Between each of his eruptions I spat his seed out, until finally he was spent. My mouth tasted of him and my chin was sticky, so I stood and kissed him before he realised. He went to pull away, then returned the kiss.

We washed our sex away in silence, before towelling ourselves dry and sliding into bed naked.

'So Cole has never paid up?'

'Uh?' Rick was already drifting into sleep.

'He's never paid for losing bets?'

'No.'

'How much does he owe you then?'

'I dunno.'

'Roughly.'

'I don't count...'

'Well what is the bet worth?'

'Usually about twenty bucks.' As Rick began to snore, I did some sums. Roughly twenty boys' nights a year, maybe two or three games of pool, over three years; well that was more than two and a half grand. 

'Hmmmm,' I murmured out loud, but Rick was already asleep.

The following weekend we invited Cole and his girlfriend Tiffany over for dinner. Tiffany was a svelte, gorgeous, blonde air hostess, or cabin attendant as they like to be called. She was a stereotypical hostie in looks and therefore earned my immediate scorn when I first saw her. Then I talked to her and discovered an educated, intelligent and highly compassionate human being who was an active campaigner for human rights. I enjoyed her company immensely and counted her as a friend in her own right, not just as Cole's girl.

So when I opened the door and found Cole standing there alone, I was a little disappointed. It turned out that she had been on standby and had been needed for a flight interstate and wouldn't be returning for two days. The two glasses of champagne I had consumed helped cushion my disappointment however.

Dinner was a relaxed affair and after we had finished Cole and I retired to the lounge, accepting Rick's generous offer to clean up and make coffee. I had consumed several glasses of wine during dinner and felt light headed and somewhat bold.

'So I hear that you believe I owe you a dance?'

Cole choked on his beer and went crimson. He coughed and spluttered to clear his throat.

'Ah, no it was just a joke.'

'Really? Rick indicated it took some discussion before you accepted that payment wasn't due because you've never paid for the bets you've lost.'

'Oh.' I had so thrown Cole off balance that he didn't know what to say.

'Tell you what though, we could do a deal.' His head snapped up at that, his dark eyes blinking at me. 

'I figure that you owe Rick around two and a half grand, but if I'm going to dance for you, that'd have to be mine.' Cole stared at me, clearly trying to decide if I was pulling his leg.

'Two and a half grand is a lot of dancing,' he replied, trying to fix a carefree smile to his features. It didn't work and he looked as though he had just slammed his funny bone against the corner of the table.

'It'd be worth it wouldn't it?'

'What'd be worth it?' Rick asked as he backed through the doorway carrying a heavily laden tray of coffee and accompaniments. Cole choked again.

'Me dancing for Cole in return for the money he owes.'

'Absolutely,' Rick agreed as he carefully placed the tray on the coffee table. I could tell by his tone that he thought he was going along with a joke.

'It'd have to be my money though,' I slapped his butt as he went to sit next to me on the sofa.

'Hey,' he protested, 'I earned that fair and square.'

'Yeah, but I'm planning to collect it by baring my arse.'

'And as I said, it'd be worth it. Help yourself to the coffee mate,' my husband said. He still didn't realise that I was being serious, but I could tell by the look on Cole's face he was giving my proposition serious consideration.

The next day Cole phoned.

'I accept the deal,' he said, his voice low as though he was worried that Rick would somehow overhear us. My husband was out mowing the lawns. My heart raced; now that I was sober and in the light of day, I felt a little embarrassed at having raised the subject and had not expected to be discussing it again.

'But not two and half grand,' he said. 'Five hundred bucks, twenty minutes of dancing and at my place next weekend.'

I didn't know what to say. I had plans for the two and half grand, but in truth it wasn't about the money. It was about the fantasy. I would have to tell Rick, but I had the impression that Cole wanted it to be our secret. 

'Okay, I'll call you on Wednesday,' I blurted out, then hung up abruptly.

When Rick had showered, I told him about Cole's call. He was incredulous at first, until I told him I was serious. At no stage did he say no and after ten minutes of discussion, he said yes. That night we fucked like animals.

Research

That Tuesday night, after dinner, Rick took me to a local strip club. I wanted to see first hand what I had to do. The club was dark apart from the bright lights on the stage, but not dark enough for me to fail to notice that I was the only female patron in the place. That made me feel uncomfortable, but Rick whisked me to one side of the stage and into a private booth. 

'You seem to know your way around this place,' I smirked. He was about to answer when an amazingly well endowed blonde appeared to take our drink orders. I decided to let the subject drop and watched the brunette on stage dance. She moved gracefully and was also well endowed, and when her top came off I realised that this club was probably responsible for keeping a number of cosmetic surgeons in business.

Through the night a succession of girls appeared, gyrated, stripped and left. They collected tips in their garters, some danced exceptionally well and enthusiastically, some didn't so much dance as perform pornographic acts to the men crowded along the side of the stage. I learnt that pubic hair was to be kept to a minimum; that enhanced breasts were the order of the day and if the girls met the eyes of the men watching, it was usually the latter that looked away. I wasn't sure who had the power in here.

'You seen enough?' Rick asked after we had been in the club for almost two hours. I probably had, but I had also noticed that some of the dancers had been entering the booths on each side of ours. I deduced that the curtains at the entrance to the booth could be closed, and a private session enjoyed. I was feeling sorry for Rick who was trying to look casual without wanting to stare too hard at the feast of female flesh on display.

'We should have a private dance.' Rick looked as though he was about to ask why, then he abruptly nodded.

'Seen anyone you like?'

'You pick,' I said. Within ten minutes our curtain was drawn closed by Crystal, a petite redhead with a wicked smile. She didn't hesitate when she saw me there, if anything her smile became wider. For the next ten minutes I watched intently as she gyrated, writhed and stripped for us, impressed by the firmness of her body that she revealed for us. When she had finished I applauded loudly and encouraged Rick to provide her with a generous tip. Then I told him to get another round of drinks.

'Crystal, could I ask some advice?' I turned to our dancer when he had left.

'Sure,' she looked at me as she pulled her G-string back into place. I explained the bet and my plan and she laughed out loud.

'What?' I asked, feeling a little naïve.

'Honey, for five hundred bucks he'd get a show and a half.'

'So for two and a half thousand?'

'I'd fuck his brains out!' 

'Hi Cole.' My heart was pounding as I listened to his voice. It was the day after our visit to the strip club and 

I had decided that I still wanted to dance. It was no longer the money, though I still certainly could use it. 

'You know that you could hire a couple of strippers for five hundred bucks don't you?'

'Sure,' he said. He fell silent, forcing me to keep talking.

'But you want me in particular?'

'Yep,' he replied after a short pause.

'Well that has to be worth more than five hundred.' I couldn't believe that I was talking myself up on the basis of his desire for me.

'For more than five hundred I could get a lot more than a dance.' His voice had lowered and I felt my pussy dampen.

'With me it'll be worth every cent.'

'I'll call tomorrow,' he said; then the line went dead. 

His call came almost exactly twenty four hours later.

'This is the deal. You'll be a waitress for me and some friends at our poker night this Friday.'

'Hang on...'

'Hear me out first,' he interrupted my interruption. 'Rick can come too. You and Rick don't know the other guys. You can wait; strip a little or a lot. You get tips. Whatever you get for the night, I'll double. I'll guarantee a minimum of five hundred bucks.

'I might only get five hundred and be perved at by all these strangers,' I complained. In reality, the thought of dancing for men I didn't know sounded dangerously exciting.

'And you might make more than two and a half thousand.'

'I'll think about it.'

'You need to tell me now,' he insisted. My mind was racing, but I already knew what I wanted to do.

'Okay, I'll do it.'

'Good, tomorrow I'll send you your costume and on Friday a car will pick you up. Rick has to come over ahead of you and pretend not to know you. The other guys will think you're from an agency. Okay?'

'Sure.' My head was reeling.

'See you Friday,' Cole said, then the line went dead again.

I was grateful that Rick was at work when the costume arrived. It allowed me to stand in front of the mirror for almost an hour and contemplate whether I really wanted to prance around in a room full of ogling men dressed like...well like a very bad girl.

The boots were long and black, ending above the knee and made from a glossy vinyl. Obviously Rick had told Cole my shoe size, as they fitted perfectly. There was nothing from the top of the boot to my crotch, which was gripped in a tight pair of black cotton shorts. I mean gripped. You would be able to see everything underneath, however Cole, being the thoughtful man that he was, had included a scarlet G-string.

My midriff was bare and my breasts were covered by a black satin top that tied around rather than buttoned up. This enabled the top to be fastened as tightly, or loosely, as the wearer desired. The short sleeves and waist were trimmed in scarlet. Cole had added a very lacy, very see through, scarlet bra that matched the G-string. Finally, there was a black and scarlet choker.

After an hour of looking at myself, I removed the costume and packed it into the box it had arrived in. I set it on a shelf in the walk in robe then poured myself straight vodka. I didn't make a call, nothing had changed.

Throughout the afternoon I flitted around the house unable to do anything. I was full of self-doubt, anxious because Rick was going straight to Cole's place and scared as hell because I was supposed to be in costume when the chauffeur arrived. I had pulled out my long leather coat to wear over the top, but being summer it looked ridiculous and was far too warm. I poured a double vodka instead, but nearly vomited in fear when the doorbell rang. I opened it with my stomach full of butterflies, and then found myself pushed aside by Tiffany. 

'Don't let me be seen,' she giggled and I quickly closed the door on the evening lights outside. I was flabbergasted at her presence, but felt my fears slipping away. Tiffany was dressed in an identical costume to mine. And she looked great. 

'What...?'

'I agreed to play the game after Cole told me about the bet.'

'And you're not...' I was about to say jealous, but realised that if she wasn't, the fact that I thought she might be may get her thinking.

'Not what?' 

'I don't know,' I grinned. 'All I know is that I am very relieved to have someone sharing the spotlight, especially someone who looks like you.'

'And what about you?' Tiffany gushed. 'You look like such a tart!'

'Takes one to know one,' I rejoined cleverly. 'We'd better get going,' I pointed out the time. In a rush we raced to the car and we sped off down the street with me sinking as low as possible in the passenger seat, thankful that I didn't see any of my neighbours.

Twenty minutes later we pulled up in the gathering twilight outside Cole's house. The street was deserted but I saw Rick's car in the driveway and three other cars parked outside. 

'Here we go,' Tiffany breathed and I reached over to grab her hand. She squeezed back then we stepped from the car and walked up the path to the front door. 

Cole answered the door and gave us both a broad smile. 

'Very nice.'

'Glad you approve Mr Thomas,' Tiffany replied with an air of put on formality. 'May we come in?'

'Please do,' he replied, still grinning like a four year old at his birthday party.

'I'm Cindy,' Tiffany offered her hand, which Cole took. 'And this is my friend Jade,' she stepped back, allowing Cole to turn to me.

'Hello Jade,' 

'Hello Mr Thomas.' My face reddened as I spoke and I realised that the formality, even though fake, seem to place me in a position of subservience to Cole.

'You look fabulous ladies,' he spoke as he led us down a hallway into a large living room. 'I will have to commend your agency, and recommend it to my friends.' The living room was very large and well decorated, though I was pleased to note that the wide front windows that looked onto the street were hidden behind the drapes that had been drawn.

Opposite the windows was an open archway that led into what appeared to be a chef's kitchen. But my attention was drawn to the centre of the living room and the large round table that dominated it. Or rather to the five men who sat round the table, gawking at us. 

'Gents' Cole said with a flourish, 'let me introduce you to Cindy,' he waved to Tiffany. The men murmured and nodded. 'And to...' he paused and looked at me, 'I'm sorry...?'

'Jade,' I said, surprised at the strength in my voice. I felt certain that my knees were shaking.

'Jade,' he repeated. On of the five men, a powerfully built man with thick dark hair and what appeared to be Italian ancestry, wolf-whistled at me. I forced a smile.

'And ladies,' Cole continued, 'my friends from left to right are Keith.' Keith was a large man, not that tall but somewhat bearish in build. He was wearing a black, loose shirt and I suspected that he felt somewhat self-conscious about his weight. And I gathered he was shy when his cheeks flushed crimson as he was introduced. Next was Mario, my Italian admirer. He was loud and forward, not lacking in self-confidence as he let his eyes wander over our bodies.

Rick my husband. I thought I could detect the faintest of smiles and noted that his gaze spent equal time admiring Tiffany's curves as he did with mine.




The Bet



Carl was quiet, dark haired with dark eyes that seemed to flash when they met mine. It wasn't lust that I saw, but perhaps a hint of danger. 

And finally Hank. Blonde haired, boyish and athletic, he flirted openly with us and I was attracted to him instantly.

'Now ladies, in here is the kitchen,' Cole turned and led us from the living room. 'And here are the supplies for the night. Bottles of spirits were aligned neatly along a metal bench top along with glasses and a large chrome bucket of ice. A purpose built trough was filled with ice amongst which nestled a selection of beers and mixers. There was a large range of hors d'oeuvres, chips, pretzels and nuts and serving bowls.

'If you could take orders and keep the food coming, my friends and I would like to start our poker game.' At the serving counter where the drinks and food sat, you could not quite see into the living room. Knowing this Cole grabbed Tiffany and their mouths met in a wildly passionate, open kiss. Cole's hands roamed across her body and for a moment I felt like an intruder. Then as quickly as they started, they broke apart. Cole left us alone in the kitchen and returned to the living room from where some loud music started. 

'Holy shit,' I breathed. 'I've never been so nervous.'

'But its kinda exciting too,' Tiffany added and I nodded. We looked at each other as though unsure of what to do. Almost at the same time the enormity of what we were doing hit us and we almost doubled up in a fit of the giggles. It took Cole's voice from the other room wondering if the men were going to die of thirst for us to regain our composure and to take their orders. 

'What do you think of them?' Tiff asked as we mixed drinks and served food into the bowls.

'Mario is a big sleaze,' I offered.

'Oh yeah, but Hank is cute.'

'Carl is...' I didn't want to use the word dangerous.

'Brooding,' Tiffany said and I realised that summed him up well.

'What about that Cole fella?' Tiff asked with a cheeky grin.

'Kinda cute, more your type I think,' I smiled back.

'I dunno, I think he fancies you.' Tiff scooped up her tray of drinks and nibblies and vanished before I could see if the expression on her face was one of pure jest. Or if Cole had told her what he had told my husband. For the next hour we served drinks and food as the boys played cards, joked crudely among themselves, ogled us and more importantly tipped us as well. I had collected nearly one hundred dollars and figured that by midnight I would have around five hundred, which Cole would double. Not too bad for the night. Then, while we were stacking dirty dishes and glasses into the dishwasher, Cole called for a dance. I looked at Tiff, and she back at me.

'Left hand or right hand?' she asked, concealing a peanut in her fist behind her back.

'Left?' I ventured. She offered her left fist and opened it to reveal the nut.

'I guess that means I go first,' she breathed. I slowly served another round of drinks as she danced. Like the men at the table, I found it difficult to pull my gaze from her long legs and firm buttocks and she gyrated around the living room. At intervals she would sidle up to one of the men, draping her hair across their face, sitting on Cole's lap while rubbing her feet into Hank's crotch, straddling Mario and rubbing her breasts into the back of Keith's head. Keith blushed and even deeper crimson than we were introduced, but his smile stretched from ear to ear. I took a shine to him at that point. 

When Tiffany sat on Carl's lap, she indicated that he should undo the knot that held her top together. He did so with steady fingers. Somehow I knew that Keith would have fumbled and bumbled. Tiff let her top fall open and we all watched as the curve of her breasts, clad in the see through lacy bra, came into view. Mario wolf-whistled again and I noticed that Rick licked his lips.

She danced around the table again and I moved aside, taking mental notes. She barely touched Rick and I gathered that it was out of respect for me. But he tipped her regardless as did all the men. Again. And then she landed on Hank's lap, facing the table with her back to him. With a wink in my direction she looked back over her shoulder, allowing her long hair to cascade across her left breast, reached back and unhooked her bra.

Then she spun in place, facing Hank, flicked the shoulder straps down and was topless. I saw Hank's fingers slide a think wad of notes into the top of her boot, then his face disappeared into her cleavage. 

I started to collect empty glasses and barely beat Tiff into the kitchen. She made no move to cover up, instead looking at me with a raised eyebrow. The men were hooting and cheering and calling for more.

'How was I?'

'Gorgeous,' I replied. Her breasts were small but perfect and upright. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds.

'Look I wasn't sure how far to go with Rick,' she said, as though reading my mind.

'Just treat him as one of the guys,' I replied, meeting her gaze to ensure her that I meant what I said.

'Sure,' she replied, 'and the same goes for you and Cole.'

'Aha,' I said, feeling a little disoriented at the subject and tone of our conversation.

'How much did you make?' I asked after Tiff had counted the session's takings.

'Two hundred,' she breathed. I nearly asked her if Cole was doubling her takings, but then felt a stab of guilt as to not knowing what she knew about my arrangements with here boyfriend.

'I'd better try harder then,' I offered with a wink.

'Go get 'em,' she replied and started pouring drinks.

My heart was in my mouth as I entered the room, feeling naked without the protection of my serving tray. Six pairs of eyes followed me as I started to sway with the rhythms that emanated from the stereo. I'm not an energetic dancer, unlike Tiff, with my motion more subtle. I closed my eyes and let my body relax and quickly found myself enjoying the sensation of the music, knowing that when I opened my eyes, six men would be staring at me. 

When I did so, I found Tiff staring as well, and I flashed a quick grin at her. Rick's mouth was open and I guess he had held no preconception that I would be willing to go so far in front of these strangers. I moved to Mario first, placing my hands on his shoulders and letting my hair fall across his head and face. His hands reached back and instead of moving away I let him run his hands up the back of my thighs and squeeze my buttocks. I leaned close to him and growled into his ear and was rewarded with his fingers pushing notes under the edge of my shorts.

Then to Rick, my husband. I cupped his chin in my hand, leaned forward and took the end of his nose into my mouth, my lips opened in an exaggerated circle. Mario whooped to my left and I felt his hand run across my buttocks again, before pushing more money under the elastic. Rick grinned like a schoolboy and offered me a tip. I thrust my chest forward and he eagerly pushed the wad into my cleavage. Next was Carl. I straddled him, wrapped my arms around his head and drew his face into my chest. The other's hooted their appreciation and I threw my head back in mock ecstasy. I imagined I could feel his hardness against my crotch, but wasn't sure if that was the product of my fired up libido that was increasing the heat between my legs. 

I moved across to Hank when I had Carl's tip, slipping the other tips I had into my boot. I untied my top until it was barely held together, then pulled his face to the knot to let his mouth complete the job. I let him lick my cleavage, took his tip and turned to Cole. 

I was turned on now, oblivious to anything but the fire raging in my belly. Cole grinned at me and I grinned back. I sat with my back to him, grinding myself into his lap. He had wanted a dance, and I was giving him one. His hands grabbed my waist, so I reached down, grabbed them and lifted them to my bra encased breasts. I let him squeeze them a couple of times, noting Rick's open mouthed expression of disbelief from the corner of my eye, and seeing Tiff's lustful smile from across the table. Then I pulled his hands away, looked over my shoulder and mouthed that he should undo my bra. It took him three attempts and when he was successful I slid the straps down from my shoulders, but kept one arm across my breasts as I flung the bra at Rick. He caught it and shook his head, but his smile told me he was enjoying himself immensely. 

Then I lifted my arms high above my head, linking my hands and thrusting my chest forward. Mario hollered his approval and cheering broke out around the table. I felt Cole stuffing notes down the back of my shorts, then stood up and turned to Keith, the last man left. I moved behind him and rubbed my breasts against the back of his head. I leaned forward and ran my hands down his broad chest, across his soft belly and when he made no move to stop me, grabbed his denim covered crotch and squeezed. The men yelled encouragement so I kept squeezing and was positive that I could feel him hardening. Then I straddled him my breasts level with his face and started to ride him, simulating sex. I pulled his face to my breasts and could feel his hot breath against my nipples. I felt them harden in response and knew right then that tonight, I was going to fuck one of these men. I didn't know which one, other than it wouldn't be Rick.

Keith stuffed a large wad of money into my boots, grinned widely at me and said thanks as I slipped from his lap. 'Any time,' I breathed into his ear and saw the flush spread across his face again. 

In the kitched I discovered I had earned three hundred and eighty dollars.

'Bitch,' Tiff replied good naturedly. 'You are one bad girl, I thought you were going to fuck someone right then and there!'

'I think I'm going to,' I said, looking up at her.

'Really?' Tiffany's expression was neither shock nor amazement. I realised that she was in the same mood. 'And I don't mind if you want Rick.' I added. 'Or if you don't,' I said quickly, not wanting to imply that she should have him. Tiff laughed but said nothing.

'Should we dress?' I asked.

'Nope,' she replied. 'In fact...' Tiff bent over and slipped her shorts off, leaving her in nothing but her boots, G-string and choker.

'Fuck you're gorgeous,' I said without thinking. The quick swigs I had been stealing as I poured drinks had lowered my guard.

'Do you think so?' she asked.

'How could I not?'

'Do you want to make some real money?'

'I thought I was,' I protested.

'I have an idea that'll make more,' she offered. Suddenly I wanted the unknown between us cleared up.

'Before you tell me, can you tell me what you know about my involvement here?'

'You mean that Cole is going to double what you earn?'

'Oh thank God, you know,' I giggled in relief.

'And he hopes to have sex with you?'

'What?' I was staggered, firstly at the thought that he did want to have sex with me when he had Tiffany, and secondly that she knew.

'Of course I know.'

'Oh,' I said helplessly.

'That doesn't mean I want to have sex with Rick,' she said reassuringly.

'You know,' I replied, 'I don't mind if you do. I mean,' I searched for the right words, 'it wasn't discussed between us, but I know that looking at you he is going to think about it, so if it happens, its, you know, okay?'

'Okay. But what about you?'

'With Rick?'

'No dummy,' Tiff laughed. 'With Cole?'

'I don't know,' I replied somewhat untruthfully. 'He's cute and I kind of fancy him, but he's Rick's friend...'

'It's up to you,' she said. 'Only do what you feel comfortable doing.'

For the next half hour we paraded around in G-strings, with me having removed my shorts to match Tiff. The tips continued, but weren't as generous as when we danced. Except for Keith, who was the only one of the six who didn't grope and was generous with me.

'You got a boyfriend there?' Tiff joked as I counted his tip.

'Hey, what happened to that idea of yours to make the big bucks?' I asked not wanting here to make fun of him.

'We put on a show,' she said.

'I thought we already were,' I snorted.

'Sure, but I mean we.' The emphasis made me look at her.

'Girl on girl,' she explained patiently.

'What?'

'There's a can of whipped cream, and a cucumber...'

'Oh my God,' I said in disbelief.

'I'll use the cream on you, you use the cucumber on me, we split the tips fifty-fifty, you follow my lead.' I had never been with another woman, not even a kiss in high school during those years when some of my friends had started experimenting with their sexuality. I was a man's woman. 

'I'm not sure,' I said. 

'What about the other way round then?' Tiffany stood in front of me, her breasts jutting forward, her long blonde hair cascading across her shoulders, holding a can of whipped cream and a cucumber. And I said yes.

'Stay here and wait until I call you out,' Tiff said. I watched her firm buttocks as she walked into the lions' den. I had positioned myself on the other side of the doorway so the men couldn't see me, but so I could see Tiff,

'Gentlemen, if I could have your attention for a moment?' The wisecracks died down as they turned their attention to their scantily clad hostess. I suddenly realised that I was about to engage in a sexual act with another woman in front of six men. One of those men was my husband, another was a man who I had intended to have sex with. My stomach filled with butterflies as I watched Tiffany squirt two mounds of cream onto her breasts and a trail down across her stomach to finish with a small spiral on the front of her G-string.

'Have I got any bids to lick this off?'

'A hundred,' Mario called out.

'One fifty,' called Hank.

'Two hundred,' Cole laughed.

'What about that total to watch my friend Jade lick it from me?'

The men cheered their approval, then I heard Keith's voice as he quietly offered to double the amount. Nine hundred dollars. What the hell were these men thinking? I wondered to myself.

'Jade, would you care to join us?' Tiff had lowered her voice to sound inviting and sexy, and I felt my heart flutter. I crossed the threshold and entered the living room, meeting each man's gaze and finally looking up at Tiff as I stood next to her.

'Is there room on your table for my friend Cindy?' I asked. I wanted some control and was gratified as the cards and piles of poker chips were quickly moved to clear the centre of the table. I took Tiff's hand and led her into the circle of men, turned her around and helped her sit on the table. Then without hesitation I kissed her, parting my lips and feeling the blood pound through my temples as she parted hers. Our tongues touched, entwined, parted and re-connected. It was the most beautiful first kiss I had ever experienced. 

We broke apart and I kissed her chin, her throat then ran my tongue down her smooth skin and onto her breast. I realised that the men had fallen into total silence although someone, I suspected it was Mario, let his breath go in an explosive outburst as I flicked my tongue through the light-as-air cream and contacted Tiffany's erect nipple. I had been thinking through what things I needed to do to increase the tip, how to keep the men enthralled, now I realised I just had to do what I wanted to do.

Once the cream was gone, leaving a slick sheen on her skin, I worked my mouth around her other nipple. I lifted my head to give the audience a clear view, then extended my tongue to its maximum length and flicked first the left, then the right nipple. Tiff smiled at me and so I stood upright and our mouths met again. Then I cleaned the trail down across her exquisitely tight stomach, working my tongue into and around her navel. Tiff parted her legs and lay back on the table, arms outstretched above her head and I realised that she didn't want me to simply lick her G-string clean and call it quits. The fabric of her underwear felt surprisingly rough under my tongue after experiencing her flesh. The cream was becoming bitter sweet as it mixed with the alcohol in my belly, but then it was gone, leaving a damp patch in its wake. Or was the damp patch from within? I wondered. Again I bent between her legs and began to lick the fabric, pressing my tongue more firmly against her and feeling her labia move against my touch, smelling her scent and feeling her heat against my mouth. I don't know how long we stayed like that, but suddenly she was writhing against me, her orgasm real or fake unknown to me. But several men groaned as she gasped for air.

Tiff sat up, pulled me to her and we kissed again. In what seemed like slow motion we traded places, me moving to her gentle pressure. As the realisation of what I had agreed to let her do to me hit home, I felt her pull my G-string down and I stepped out of it.

'Oh yeah baby,' Mario's voice was the quietest I had heard it all night. I glanced at him and saw that he was squeezing at his crotch with one hand as he stared at my almost bald womanhood. In keeping with my lesson at the strip club, I had waxed most of my pubic hair off the day before.

Tiff produced the cucumber from the top of her boot and made a great display of licking and sucking it. She offered it to me and I took it into my mouth. The benefit of having a husband with a large penis became evident as I took almost the entire vegetable into my mouth, again hearing several men gasp.

'Holy fuck,' Cole said.

'Shit,' said Hank.

My juices started to flow as I realised how turned on these men were. Then it was inside me, Tiff slowly working it in and out of me and I began to thrust against her hand. The whipped cream made another appearance and I found my breasts covered.

'Any bids to clean one boob?' Tiff asked. I was losing track of what was happening as the pleasure emanating from my core began to pulsate through me. Rick was suddenly licking my right breast and Mario my left. I wanted my husband inside me but knew it would have to wait. Then, with both men licking and sucking unashamedly on my nipples, I came against the cucumber. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my bottom lip to stop from groaning, but was unable to stop my hips writhing. Multi-coloured lights seemed to explode from behind my eyes and I had to push the two men away and pull Tiff's hand from its continued pleasuring activities.

The other four men burst into applause but instead of blushing I grinned wickedly, slipped to my feet and bowed. I looked for my G-string. I discovered it in Keith's hands and saw that he was stuffing a wad of notes in it. 'More drinks gentlemen?' I asked as I bent over Keith, taking my underwear from him. 'Go to the bathroom in two minutes.' Then I slipped into the kitchen and out of view.

'You seemed to handle yourself quite confidently,' Tiff offered as I slipped my G-string into place.

'I thought I was going to explode when I came,' I replied.

'You really came?' she asked and I could see that she was genuinely surprised.

'How could I not?'

I helped her pour another round, then excused myself. 'I'll go get cleaned up and be back.'

Keith was waiting in the bathroom, his eyes wide and expression that of a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Except it was me with my hand in the cookie jar, his extra tip for me had been three hundred dollars meaning I made seven hundred and fifty dollars for the pleasure of coming.

'I thought your tip deserved you the right to help me clean up,' I said with a smile. I kept the smile friendly, wanting him to relax.

'Oh, thank you,' he replied. 'Um, what would you like me to do?'

'Why don't you wet that washer,' I pointed at the sink. As he followed my instruction I slipped my G-string off, suppressing a giggle when Keith turned back to me and his eyes almost popped out of his head.

'Start with my back, and work your way down,' I instructed, turning my back to him and holding my hair up with one hand. 'Then I'll turn around and you can do the front.' 




The Bet



His touch was gentle and he had thoughtfully wet the washed with warm water. It was in fact a pleasant experience and his touch was non-sleazy as he gently wiped each buttock. When he reached my ankles I turned, placing my hands on my hips and my feet shoulder width apart, deliberately exposing my womanhood. Keith was crouched in front of me and couldn't help but look up and I saw his eyes lock on to my exposed and swollen labia.

'I'll just, ah, wet this, um,' he stood, almost toppling over, turning to the sink. Then he turned and crouched again, unable to meet my gaze. The warm flannel worked up each leg, then around my thighs, then was on my abdomen.

'You missed my pussy Keith,' I said softly. 'After that work out she needs some special attention.' He hesitated, so I added, 'please?'

His work was thorough, somehow he studiously avoided being sensual, yet I felt my arousal grow. I knew he wanted me, that he had formed an attachment to me over Tiffany and that was why he had tipped me so generously. The flannel was getting cold as he worked up across my stomach, so I interrupted him to take the flannel away.

'Give me your hands,' I said. They were warm, clammy and soft. 'We don't need a flannel for this last bit,' I said, 'soap them up for me, this cream residue needs a thorough clean.' His body seemed to shake as he turned back to me after lathering his hands. I looked into his eyes and realised that they were pure blue, clear and moist. Healthy eyes. He tried to clean my breasts too quickly, wanting to move on to my throat and shoulders.

'Keep cleaning them until I tell you to stop.' He knew what I meant, cleared his throat and returned his touch to my delicate nipples.

'Your hands are nice and soft,' I commented. 

'Thank you,' he whispered. His touch was delicate, occasionally he would flick his thumbs over my nipples and I was sure he was excited by the fact that they had hardened considerably under his ministrations. I reached down and cupped his crotch, not surprised to feel his hardness straining for freedom. Keith gasped and stopped.

'Don't stop, I still feel dirty,' I whispered, looking him straight in the eye. He groaned and continued as I massaged the lump in his jeans. Then with my other hand I slid his zip down, worked the belt buckle loose and flicked open the stud. Then I had his hard cock in the palm of my hand. The heat emanating from him was tremendous, built up through the evening in the confines of his underwear and jeans.

His belly quivered against my arm as I raked my nails along his length. He wasn't huge, nor was he small, though the soft roundness of his stomach made him look smaller than he actually was.

'It seems someone else feels a bit dirty?'

'Yes.' His voice was barely audible and whether he knew it or not, his touch had changed from a soft massage to a rhythmic squeezing as he flicked his thumbs across my nipples.

'Would you like me to clean you up?'

'Yes please.'

'Would you like to tip me for that?' I felt bold and in total control. 

'Yes, in my back pocket, everything I have left.'

'Okay,' I said, smiling at him. I broke from his hands, knelt and took him into my mouth. As I did I pulled my hair back so he could see my face. His skin was sweaty and salty, a slightly pungent odour wafted from the folds skin above his crotch. Keith squeaked as I shoved my nose into his thick and curly pubic hair, his cock sliding with ease into the back of my throat.

It took barely thirty seconds until he came. What surprised me was the volume of that first contraction, the product of an evening of pent up frustration. It literally filled my mouth and I had to pull back and let him slip free to avoid drowning. 

'Oh fuck!' he yelled, grabbing his shaft and pumping it furiously. He was looking down at me and I could, for the first time, see uncontrolled lust in his expression. His cheeks were bright red, his mouth open and tongue lolling outwards. Spittle ran down onto his chin, much as his come was running down mine. Deliberately he directed his still considerable volume of come onto my face and in the spirit of our agreement I held still and looked up at him, giving him what he wanted. When he was spent he slumped back against the basin which groaned under his weight. With what seemed like a great weariness he tucked himself away and refastened his jeans, then offered me a hand up. Keith couldn't look at me but dampened the washer and offered it to me.

'Thank you,' I said and looked at the mirror. My face was streaked with long lines of come, my lipstick smudged and eyeliner blurred. The taste of Keith's fluid filled my throat and I quickly began to clean up, spitting with as much decorum as I could muster, the remnants of his come into the sink. 

'Can I...do you need...?'

'No, thanks,' I tried to smile at him, but the face in the mirror was that of a wanton slut, not a reassuring mother figure. 

'Here, it's all I have left,' he said, handing over another wad of notes. Then he fled the bathroom after offering a wan smile. Once I was clean, I replaced my underwear again and counted the notes. Another two hundred. I was going to make my twenty five hundred from Cole I realised. I also realised that I didn't care, I had discovered a side of myself that I had no idea existed. 

I returned to the kitchen and realised that apart from the music there was little other noise. I peered around the corner into the living room and froze. Tiff was on all fours on the table and Rick, sitting on his chair behind her was working the cucumber in and out of her. His lips were parted and his teeth clenched, something he did unconsciously when he was fighting to control his lust. I felt a stab of jealousy, then returned to the kitchen. How selfish and stupid could I be? I had just let a complete stranger come in my mouth and across my face for two hundred dollars, after letting a woman fuck me with a vegetable in front of six men. And I felt jealousy at that same woman getting the vegetarian treatment from my husband?

I decided that the time for games was over and slid my underwear off once again, hanging it on the pantry door knob and re-entered the living room. I noticed at once that Keith was absent and deduced that he was too embarrassed to remain after coming. Mario looked at me as I entered and I smiled as his eyes locked on to my naked pussy. I crossed over to Cole and sat on his lap, deliberately picking him so I was face to face with Tiffany.

'You look hot Cin,' I said, breaking the silence that surrounded her. 'Mr Thomas here thinks so too,' I said, wriggling on his lap against his hardness. 'I can feel his cock through his pants.' Tiff gasped at me and I knew she was getting off on the thought. 'Is that Rick giving you a good fucking?'

'Mmmm,' was all she could manage in reply. I looked at the other three men in turn. 'If you'd like to loosen your pants and play with your cocks, it would turn us both on immensely.' Almost at once Hank and Carl did just that, lifting their hips to slide their pants free. Hank had a long smooth member and I watched as his equally smooth fingers ran up and down his length. His face was a study in concentration as he watched Tiffany's breasts jiggle with each thrust Rick made. I became aware that Cole was playing with my breasts, but made no move to stop him. Hank's eyes had narrowed to slits as he pumped his short but very fat erection. The head was purple and bulbous and with each stroke he paused to squeeze the tip. I looked across at Mario and saw that his pants were still in place, though he was squeezing himself furiously.

'Christ, I need a cock in me,' Tiff exclaimed and climbed off the table. Hank almost fell over the pants bunched around his ankles as he stood up to fill her request. Tiff turned and knelt, doggy style, but rested her arms on Rick's knees. I could see the bulge in his pants and knew he would be almost in pain from the confinement they caused. Hank kicked his pants over his shoes, knelt behind Tiff and entered her in one smooth action. His buttocks dimpled each time he thrust into her and I admired the toned strength evident there. Tiff cried out in pleasure and her head flopped forward onto my husband's knee. Rick had reached out and was stroking her hair and I watched as her climax built.

Tiff's breasts bounced and her stomach began to tense, but before she could come, Hank lifted his head to the roof, the muscles in his neck taut, veins throbbing visibly and came. He remained buried to the hilt inside her as his orgasm crashed through him. 

'Oh fuck no, not yet,' Tiff cried as Hank slipped his deflating manhood from her. I watched in fascination as his come flowed back out of her now open vagina and I felt Cole start to grind against me. I looked at him and saw his open mouth stare as he watched his girlfriend. 

Carl didn't hesitate. He had removed his pants as Hank had sex with Tiff, and now he knelt in place of his friend who was trying unsuccessfully to pull his pants back on over his shoes. Carl's fat bulbous head seemed to pop into Tiffany, pushing Hank's sperm back inside her. I wondered what it felt like for both her and him. Cole began to push against me and his hands wandered lower. But I didn't want him right now, so I turned to him, smiled and whispered in his ear, 'I'll fuck you a bit later.' He stared slack-jawed at me as I stood up and as I did so did Mario. He almost ran from the room and I wondered if he had come in his pants.

Deciding that here was an opportunity to make some more money before the night was over, I followed him, leaving Tiff to her second suitor of the night. I found Mario standing over the toilet and from the speed his hand was moving and the grunting noises coming from his throat, I knew he had not wanted to masturbate in public.

'Can I help?'

'Wha?' he exclaimed and tried to shut the door. I held it open and took his hand in mine.

'Come with me.' I turned and led him into the bathroom and on entering realised I could still smell Keith's come and body odour. It sent a spark through my belly. I ran the water and lathered up my free hand, not wanting to release him in case he tried to flee.

'Have you got some tips left?' I tried to sound casual.

'Yeah.'

'Well why don't I help out in an extra special way?' I turned to find him staring at my reflection with deep lust in his eyes. Not only had he dropped his pants, he had opened his shirt to reveal the hairiest chest and stomach I had ever seen. And the smallest erection too. I cupped him in my hand and found virtually his full length fitted. Gently I squeezed him and stroked his length with my fingers. His eyes devoured my body and I realised that his almost obnoxious earlier behaviour masked his insecurity about the size of his manhood. He began to thrust against my hand and his breath shortened.

'Bite my nipples,' he pleaded, so I leant towards him and searched out his erect nipples through a forest of hair. His aftershave filled my nostrils, then he grabbed the back of my head as I bit him.

'Oh yeah,' he said.

'Unnhh.' I was smothering in aftershave and hair.

'Fuck me,' he exclaimed, 'I'm gonna come, go on bite me you fuckin' bitch!' His cock jumped in my hand and then became slick with his ejaculate. 'Oh yeah you slut, pump my cock you dirty slut.' I complied and was relieved that his grip around my head relaxed enough for me to breathe freely. For good measure I bit his nipple one last time, then returned to the sink to wash my hand. I watched Mario in the mirror as he dressed, his breathing still ragged but a wide smile on his face.

'Thanks Jade,' he grinned at me and I saw a little boy under the tough guy exterior. He extracted a note from his pocket and offered it to me. I took it and nodded my thanks as he left. It was a fifty, better than nothing.

Tucking it in to my boot I headed into the living room to see Mario disappear down the hall and out the front door. Carl and Hank were gone and Cole was still in his seat watching Tiffany. His girlfriend had my husband's cock in her mouth. From the look on his face I knew she was struggling to fit much in. Rick was playing with her breasts and looked over at me as I entered.

'Just the four of us now,' I commented and smiled at him to let him know it was okay. After all I was about to have sex with Cole. 

'Christ Gabi, I had no idea that Rick's cock was so big.' Tiff looked up at me, her eyes wide.

'It's not something I go telling people about,' I shrugged. We looked at each other for a moment. 'Are you okay if I fuck Cole?' I asked as though he didn't exist. Tiff nodded, then turned back to Rick.

'Ah Tiff,' he said, 'it takes some practice to give me head, why don't you sit on the table and let me return the favour.'

'Strip honey,' I said to Cole, and watched as he stood and removed his clothes piece by piece. Our eyes never left each other, ignoring Tiff's moans of pleasure as Rick worked his tongue and lips across her pussy. I understood that I had always felt some lustful desire for Cole and as he stood naked, I wasn't disappointed. His cock was nice, not too big as I sometimes felt Rick was, pointed upwards at forty five degrees and was smooth. I crossed to him, sat him on his chair and straddled him. I looked into his eyes, lifted my hips, then slowly and smoothly impaled myself on him. When he was nestled inside me I stopped and we kissed. There was passion in his response and I felt the glow inside me start. 

As I gently rode him, my hips pushed back to run his shaft along my clit, he alternated his fingers with his tongue on my nipples and neck. Then his hands wandered down my back to cup my buttocks. I was burning inside and when he pressed the tip of a finger against my anus, I came in a long gentle climax. My breath escaped me like air from a punctured tyre and I rested my forehead against his to stare into his eyes.

'That was nice,' I whispered and began to move on him again. Behind us I could hear Tiff gasping for air, then with a cry she came. I didn't care about her pleasure any more, nor that of my husband who I assumed would be thrusting himself into her at any moment. Except that suddenly he was standing beside me, his hand running along his cock which seemed bigger than I remembered. I was glad for Mario's sake that he had departed, his ego would have crumbled under the sight of Rick's glory.

'Tiff's exhausted but I need to fuck,' Rick grinned lasciviously.

I was about to protest, but then decided that two men in me at once would be a new experience. I slid from Cole then knelt in front of him, parting his knees to give me access. As I took his penis into my mouth, my husband unceremoniously thrust into me, sending slivers of pleasure and pain through me. Cole moaned as I deep throated him, tasting my own juices on his length. I finally had to stop sucking Cole as Rick began to pound into me so hard that I had to hang on to Cole to prevent us toppling forward. 

I looked back and expected to see Rick's savage "I'm about to come" expression, but found that Tiffany was kneeling behind him, her arms wrapped around his chest, pushing against his back and therefore directing his actions into me. Rick's head was thrown back and they were kissing in a wild open mouthed tongue exposed extravaganza. Then he pulled his monster from me and turned to Tiff, pushing here onto the floor. 

'Oh, I'm not sure...' she started to say, then Rick pushed her legs apart. Tiff seemed to struggle for a moment then parted her legs even more. I watched as Rick eased himself into her, inch by inch, far gentler than he had been with me. I wondered if he was punishing me for my public actions tonight, but then the thought was erased as Cole stood and pulled me to my feet.

He led me to the couch and lowered me first. I parted my legs for him and he sank on top of me and into me in a fluid action. He felt good after the stretching I had just been through. Our mouths met and his chest rubbed against mine, though he held his weight up with is arms.

Tiff's panting indicated that she was close to coming again and as if in reaction Cole began to speed up his thrusting. We heard Tiff come again, and then I heard my husband grunt as he came. Moments later, as Cole's expression glazed over, I felt his seed enter me and I came again, twisting my hips down to stimulate my clit with each movement he made.

My body buzzed and felt as if it was humming as we lay there in the afterglow of climax, Cole still holding most of his weight from me, but his head resting intimately against my shoulder. Absently I stroked his back and watched as Rick stood and left the room. Tiff stood shortly thereafter, glanced at us, then walked into the kitchen. 'That was good,' Cole murmured against my skin.

'Mmmmm,' I agreed, turning my face slightly to nuzzle his ear with my lips. I felt his manhood stir in me.

'Again?' I whispered.

'Not tonight.' His words held a promise and the butterflies took flight in my stomach again.

Rick and I drove home in silence. When we were in bed, he told me that he thought Tiff, beautiful though she was, was something of a dud fuck. If he was waiting for me to state the same about Cole he would have been disappointed with my silence.

'Did you fuck Keith and Mario?'

I was going to lie and say that nothing had happened, but shook my head and looked at him. I realised by the look in his eye that he wanted me to say yes. I could feel his hardness swell against my belly.

'I let Keith run his hands all over me, then I went down on him. He came in my mouth, bucket loads it seemed, then he emptied himself on my face.' I kept my tone neutral, as though describing doing the shopping. Rick was fully erect and staring at me lustfully.

'And after I watched Hank's beautiful cock fuck Tiff, I caught Mario wanking in the bathroom. Did you see Hank's cock?' Rick nodded. 'I wanted him to fuck me too, but instead I gave Mario a hand job. Not as messy you see.' With that I rolled over to put my back to him. Rick snuggled into me, nudging the cleft in my buttocks with his erection.

'Sorry honey, I'm a bit sore,' I said. The truth was that I was horny and my mind was filled with the sensation of Cole coming inside me.

'Please...' he begged.

'Get some oil.' I rolled onto my back. Sometimes I let Rick fuck my cleavage and come on my face. Eagerly he extracted the oil from the dresser and knelt beside me. 

'Play with yourself and tell me about what it was like with Tiff.' He blinked, then lay beside me. After a few strokes he started to talk. Then he stopped.

'Will you do it?'

I rolled over and took his erection in my hand and began to stroke him. He told me what she tasted like, what her pussy felt like, but I had tuned out, reliving me straddling Cole on the chair, the first sensation when I lowered myself on to him.

...with her?' I caught the tail end of the question.

'We kissed a lot in the kitchen and I could taste her pussy through her G-string,' I replied. I didn't know what he had asked, but my answer was obviously successful because Rick grunted and came, bucking against my hand. There wasn't a lot of come this time, a small spurt then a trickle that ran down his shaft. Not wanting to have to clean up, I released him, despite his protest, and made him finish himself off. 

Rick was asleep in minutes while I tried to work out why I couldn't stop thinking about Cole instead of the fact that I had made just over four thousand dollars. Sleep came an hour later. 



The Bet



I think that in everyone's life, no matter how much or little sexual experience one may have, there is always going to be that girl that you wanted so bad and never got. That girl that haunts you the rest of your life, the one that you fantasize about more than any other. You may have been good friends, or may have never even said as much as 'hello' to her – no matter the effect is the same. That fire that ignites in you that just can't ever be quenched. That girl for me was LeAnne. 

We were casual friends in high school; me a bit on the dorky side and she a total babe. Blonde hair, blue eyes, perky tits – the perfect head cheerleader. She dated the coolest guys with the coolest cars; I drove my parents van. All I could do was admire her from a far and of course, fantasize about what it would be like to get in her pants.

After high school we went our separate ways, she to Tech and me to State to study law. I grew out of my dorkiness over the next few years and actually did quite well with the ladies during my college career, but I never was able to quench the desire to fuck LeAnne.

Once out of law school I moved away to practice with a large firm in a large city. The work was what I thought it would be and the pay was great but I missed my home, and after fulfilling my commitment to my firm I was able to land a job with a small firm near my home town. I had been back a few weeks when I went to the mall, and ran into the object of my fantasy.

I was out shopping for some new cloths when I wandered by one of the woman's boutiques and happened to look in the window and see her there, standing over a table folding shirt and setting up a display. I stopped dead in my tracks and gazed at her. She was still amazingly beautiful. Her long blonde hair had been cropped to her shoulders, framing her beautiful face and accenting her big blue eyes. She was wearing a tight blouse that let me see the outline of her still perky tits and her tight ass was stuffed into a pair of tight black pants. I felt my crotch stir and knew I had to talk to her.

I walked up behind her while she was working. "Excuse me ma'am, I was wondering if you could show me something in my size."

She turned, a funny smile on her face. It took her a moment to recognize me but when she did her smile turned to an open mouthed stare. 

"Mike? Mike Franklin is that really you?"

"In the flesh," I said smiling at her reaction.

"Wow, what are you doing here?"

I explained my journey from college to present day and told her that I was back in the area to stay, about the firm I had joined and about the house that I had purchased in the town where we had grown up and gone to school.

"You've certainly changed," she said, taking in my physique. I'm not a body builder but I'm in good shape and the quality of woman that I had been with since my dorky days of high school had increased in dramatic fashion.

I looked her up and down and smiled slyly. "And you haven't at all. Wow, you still look awesome."

She blushed but shrugged off the compliment. She looked at the floor and scuffed her feet. When she finally looked up at me, she was again smiling. "So are you finally going to ask me out?"

"Maybe," I said coyly. "You never seemed that interested in me before."

"Well, that was then... and this is now. Now the roles seem reversed, don't they? Here you are a successful lawyer and me just a simple store clerk. Maybe you're out of my league."

Her humility was kind of touching. I had always looked at her before and figured she would go on to great things – meet a rich guy in college and be a trophy wife. The irony of that thought occurred to me then, here I was the rich guy looking for a trophy wife to call my own.

"I dunno, I don't date girls from Tech," I said jeering her.

"Oh you State boys think you are so cool, don't you?"

"Well, we have to have our standards."

We bantered back an forth for a while, tossing around all the standard jabs that graduates from the rival schools routinely tossed back and forth at each other.

"Tell you what," I said handing her my card after scribbling my cell phone number on the back. This weekend was the annual game between our alma matters and I decided that a bet was in order. "Tech wins this weekend, then you can plan the date. I'll take you out and do whatever you want. State wins and you accompany me to the welcome party my firm is putting on next weekend."

"Deal," she said tucking my card into her shirt pocket.

She had to get back to work and I needed to finish my shopping. We said our goodbyes and I left, anticipating the outcome of the next days football game even more than I usually did.

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The game on Saturday went much to my liking with State kicking the crap out of Tech, winning by three touchdowns in a game that wasn't even that close. No sooner had time expired then my phone rang. It was LeAnne.

"Well, I guess you win," she said without bothering to say 'hello.'

"That I did, now you have to be my date next Saturday."

I filled her in on the details, advised her of the dress code and set a time to pick her up. I felt my cock stir in my pants – if things went right maybe by the end of the night I would get the chance to quench the fire that she had ignited in me so many years ago when she bopped around junior high in that little cheerleading skirt.

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The week seemed to last forever even with all the things going on. I was trying to settle into my new job as well as my new house – my days spent unpacking law files and my evens spent hanging pictures and arranging furniture. Finally Saturday came and I awoke with a spring in my step. These lawyer sponsored parties are famous for being almost unbearably boring but I thought that tonight would be different, I would have LeAnne on my arm – and hopefully in my bed.

Late in the afternoon I showered and dressed, making sure to splash some cologne in strategic locations hoping that later my date would get the chance to appreciate my gesture. I hopped in the Benz that my firm had leased for me and headed to her place.

I rang her doorbell and could hear her heels clicking on the floor as she came to the door. It swung open and I almost fainted. Standing before me was the most gorgeous girl I had ever laid eyes on.

LeAnne was dressed immaculately. She had on a short black skirt that showed off her very well muscled and tanned legs, tight thighs and sexy calves. Her blouse was blood red and tied in the back with three bows, there was no way that she could have a bra on under a top like that. Sexy three inch 'fuck me' heels finished the outfit. Her hair was expertly styled and she wore just the right amount of make up. Her perfume smelled of flowers and had that indescribable quality that let you know it was expensive. 

"Holy fucking shit," I said in a voice that I didn't recognize as my own.

She smiled back at me, satisfied that she had elicited the reaction that she was looking for. "Nice to see you too," She said. She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss, he lips barely brushing against mine before she was gone. I gathered my composure and grabbed her by the hand, leading her to my waiting car. I opened the door and she slid in.

We made small talk on the way to the party, filling each other in on our respective past week. Her perfume was making me dizzy with lust and her skirt rode up high giving me a great view of her amazing legs. Every now and then she would shift them ever so slightly, causing her skirt to move even higher. She was doing it intentionally no doubt, and I think that if the ride to the party had lasted any longer it would have made it all the way up.

The party was what you would expect, dry and bland. A lot of 'congratulations' and 'welcomes' and hand shaking. At least having LeAnne with me made things bearable. She as the perfect companion for the evening, smiling at all the right times and laughing at my new colleagues jokes no matter how un-funny they happened to be.

Even though the party lasted far too long, I managed to have the best time that I had in a long time and told LeAnne that. She smiled and thanked me for the compliment, but suggested that we convene to a more intimate location where we could talk alone. We said our 'good-byes' and made in back to my car a short time later. I drove fast and soon we were pulling into my drive way.

Inside I poured us drinks, a good blush wine for her and straight 12 year old Scotch for myself. We made our way to my back porch and sipped out drinks as we looked out over the woods that comprised my back yard. I really like the house, it wasn't too large but it was big enough for a bachelors needs and it was private; I didn't have a neighbor in either direction for more than a mile.

LeAnne finished her drink quickly and I refilled her glass. We talked, filling each other in on all that happened in the years since our days in high school. She told me about a relationship that she had been in in college that she thought was going to end in marriage, about moving with this guy to the city before finding out what a jerk he really was and deciding that she should move home to contemplate what to do next. I told her that I was glad that she had moved back because I was really enjoying her company.

She swallowed the last of her drink and walked over to the railing, her sexy ass swaying beneath the soft cloth of her skirt. Her legs shown in the moonlight and even her back was sexy. I figured that if I was going to make a move, now was the time. I set my drink on the table and moved up behind her.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck softly, she didn't object and actually tilted her head away to give me more access to her neck. She grabbed my hands with hers and our fingers interlaced; she held them to her tight stomach as I continued to kiss her neck. Her body was pressing against mine and I could feel her ass grind against my hardening cock.

She turned to face me and looked me in the eyes. "How long have you been waiting for this?"

"All night," I replied.

"Just tonight?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"Ok," I admitted. "Since about eight grade."

She laughed and then kissed me, softly at first but then she began to pick up in intensity. Our mouths opened and our tongues met, she was an amazing kisser. I could taste the wine on her tongue as we kissed for what seemed like ages. My hands were on her back, feeling the sensuous curves of her body. Now and again I would slip on of my hands down to caress her perfect ass, but I didn't want to come on too strong and never let my hand linger longer than I thought was gentlemanly. When our kiss was done I let go of her and stepped away. My lust was rising and I didn't want to lose control, didn't want to blow this chance that I had waited so long for.

She looked up at me and licked her lips and in that instant I knew two things – one was that I was going to get to fuck her tonight and two that I could drop the gentleman act. She turned putting her back to me and reached behind her, grabbing for the ties that kept her shirt in place and undoing them. Her shirt was hanging precariously from her and I moved in behind her.

I put my hands on her stomach and found the hem of her blouse. My hands moved inside it and up over her taunt stomach muscles, up until I found her firm breasts. I've been with woman with bigger breasts but never with one who's were as firm. LeAnne's were a very firm B and if I hadn't watched them grow on her during out prep days I would have made the assumption that they were fake. Her nipples were rock hard and I squeezed them in each hand. My mouth found her neck again and I began to kiss her there again. My hands continued to rub her breasts, pushing them together and letting them fall back into my palms. Her breathing increased and I could tell that she was into all that I was doing.

One of her hands reached up and she ran her fingers through my hair, holding my mouth onto the soft skin of her shoulder and neck. Her other hand reached back lower and found my cock. She gave it a squeeze through the material of my pants and I grew even harder. She was pushing back into me and I could feel her ass pressed against me in the most intimate of ways. I lifted my hands off of her breasts and pulled her shirt totally free. It fell onto the deck in a pool of red and now her breasts were completely unencumbered. I grabbed her shoulder and turned her to face me.

I bent my head down and took one of her breasts into my mouth, sucking on her passionately. I pulled on her nipple with my mouth, pulling as much of her soft flesh into my mouth as I could. Her hands moved to my belt and soon she had my pants undone. Her hand was inside my shorts now and she was stroking my cock in her soft hands, coaxing me to full arousal.

My hands moved down her back to her ass and I took a cheek in each hand and squeezed. This girl kept herself in great shape and I was discovering that her body was even better than it had been in out youth, which was just blowing my mind. I pulled at the material of her skirt, hiking it up around her waste. I was now feeling her bare ass, squeezing hard as I continued to suck on her tits.

She pulled her hands from my pants and unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it off of me and dropping it on the deck with her blouse. I kicked off my shoes and almost lost my balance. She pushed my pants down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. We were standing on my back porch, naked save for my boxers and her skirt. I could feel the cool night air on my skin and was thankful for it; otherwise I might have burned up with the heat we were generating between us.

Without warning LeAnne dropped to her knees before me and tugged my shorts down, exposing my cock standing at full attention. Instantly I was in her mouth, feeling the wet warmth of her engulfing me fully. She was very good at giving head; the joke with the boys that she had dated in high school was that she could suck a backhoe through a coffee straw turned out to be no joke.

She was bobbing up and down on my member, sucking with varying pressure. One of her hands was softly massaging my balls, adding to the pleasure. She gave a very wet blowjob and each thrust into her mouth was accompanied by that great 'slurping' noise that only comes when a girl is really enjoying herself. She sucked me at length, giving me amazing pleasure with her mouth. I held the back of her head gently not influencing her motions but just steadying myself.

My orgasm was building and I told her so. I thought this would cause her to stop or at least slow down, but just the opposite occurred – she seemed to pick up speed. She was using all her tricks now, sucking me deeply and massaging the underside of my prick with her tongue. She squeezed my balls hard in her hand and I lost control, my orgasm taking over completely. My load hit the back of her throat with what felt like amazing force and I couldn't stop cuming. She didn't stop helping it along either, continuing to blow me as my orgasm continued.

When my spasms subsided she stood up and gave me that look that let me know that this hadn't been the conclusion to our evening, just the appetizer. She kissed me and I could taste my cum in her mouth, and interesting experience. 

She made to unzip her skirt and I told her to leave it on. She complied and simply reached up under it and pulled down her panties. They were black and lacy, exactly what I would have expected from a girl of her proclivities. I pulled her over to the deck table and helped her up on it. I pushed her skirt up and out of the way and pulled a chair up close.

I sat in the chair and was staring up her legs to her shaved little snatch. I started at her ankles, kissing their perfect smallness. My mouth moved over her muscular calves and up to her thighs. How many times had I imagined her spreading her thighs for me in just this very fashion, probably thousands? My attention lingered on her perfect thighs; I kissed them and ran my tongue up the inside of them, stopping just shy of reaching her pussy. I wasn't teasing her; I was simply paying homage to the most amazing pair of legs I had ever seen.

The smell of her was awesome and in the moonlight I could see that her pussy was very wet. I slid a finger inside her and the back out. It was covered in her sweet juice and I put it in my mouth, tasting her for the first time. I put my finger back in her and began to slowly finger fuck her, observing her reaction and just playing the voyeur for the time being. I placed another finger inside her and she moved her hips to accommodate me. I knew that she was no virgin but he pussy was still very tight.

I couldn't stand it anymore and had to taste her. I pulled my chair closer to the table and put my mouth on her pussy. I began to lick her with long, soft strokes. Her hands found my hair and pulled me in closer. I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go and slid it in her hole. The taste was overwhelming and I began to lick her intensely. With my hand I spread her lips and found her clit, which was already engorged. While I licked at her hole I rubbed her clit between my fingers. The reaction that I got was the one that I had hoped to elicit and she curled up and held me even tighter as she began to moan with orgasm.

When her orgasm subsided my hand and tongue switched jobs, my fingers penetrating her and my mouth latching onto her clit. I sucked and tugged at her with my mouth and finger fucked her hard and fast with two fingers. Her legs closed around my head and she pressed into me, another orgasm closing in on her fast.

She came with a shudder, her hips bucking off of the table putting all her weight on my shoulders. Her hips moved beneath me and she was doing all the work as I held my tongue in place and let her do the things that pleased herself. I reached my free hand up and rubbed her tits, her nipples were rock hard. And speaking of rock hard, my cock was quickly becoming ready for another tour of duty.

"I want you inside me," she panted and I was all too happy to oblige her. I stood and pushed the chair away from the table. I looked down at her naked body and thought about all the times I had fantasized about doing to her what I was about to do. To this point, nothing that I could have ever imagined was as good as the real thing – I know that's not usually the way that things happen but for this one time in my life it was.

I pushed her legs up and back, opening her as wide as I could. I put my cock at the entrance to her pussy and pushed. My cock slid inside her with easy and I began to fuck her with all the intensity of the lust that I had for her. Her hands grasped my arms for support and I rammed into her again and again. For her part she fucked me back, moving her hips in rhythm and lifting off the table each time I pushed into her. Her pussy was wet and tight and just fucking amazing – I wanted to get lost in her and never find my way out.

I spent some time looking at her as I fucked her, drinking in her perfect body; her firm tits jiggling with each stroke, her flat stomach pulled taunt with effort as she held her legs up and apart. She was just absolutely amazing to look at.

I pushed her legs up and together so I could look at the back of her legs while I fucked her. Her legs were absolutely perfect, shapely and muscular, tanned and smooth to the touch. She even had sexy ankles and up to that point I didn't know that was even a possibility. I was fucking her with long, deliberate strokes trying to push every inch of my cock inside her. She was moaning with pleasure and responding to every thrust by pushing back against me.

She wrapped her arms around her legs and pulled them down to her check, opening her pussy as wide as she could for me. I responded by picking up my intensity and fucking her as hard as I could, each push resulting in a loud slapping sound of skin on skin. She began to cum and her legs shook in her embrace. She seemed to be trying to hold in her breath but the intensity overcame her and a loud cry of pleasure escaped her as she reached her peak.




The Bet



I slid out of her and kissed down the back of her legs until I got to her open pussy. I pushed my face against her sex and licked juices from the soft folds of her lips, I couldn't get over how good she tasted. I even snuck a couple of quick licks on her exposed ass causing her to giggle and squirm away from me.

We got to our feet and kissed passionately, holding our bodies close together. She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the bench on my deck. She pushed me down and straddled my cock, guiding it in her pussy in one easy motion. She moved up and down with practiced skill, taking my entire cock into her hot slit. Again and again she moved, rocking my world. She pulled my head into her chest and I put my lips on her nipples and sucked hard. She gave a little moan of encouragement and I sucked even harder. My hands found her ass and I helped move her up and down, not that she needed any help but I had waited years to have this girl and I wasn't going to miss any chance to feel her body.

After a while of riding me like that she stood and slid my cock out of her pussy. She turned around so I could see her ass and slid back down on me. Leaning as far forward as she could, she began to move up and down fast and hard, driving her pussy onto my lap with hard slaps again and again. She was taking total control and I was inclined to let her have her way with me. I put my hands on her hips and guided her up and down, helping to pull her down on me with even more force. Soon she was cuming again, her body rocking back and forth on my cock, her hand helping her orgasm along by rubbing her clit.

I pushed her up off of me and led her to the deck railing. I lifted one of her legs and put it on the ledge. I stepped back and admired her in this sexy pose, her ass tight and her legs open for me enjoyment. I dropped to my knees momentarily and licked at her pussy, just wanting to taste her. 

Standing back up I moved behind her and placed my cock back inside her. I was running my hands all over her body, squeezing her tits, cupping her ass and running them down the long lines of her legs. She had made me cum earlier and that's the only reason I had been able to hold out this long, but my resolve was coming to an end. I kept plowing her with hard strokes and loved every second of it. I held her body to me and pushed as deep inside her as I could, again and again penetrating her with every bit of force I could muster.

I told her that I was going to cum again and she breathlessly asked me to hold out because she was going to cum again soon. I reached around her and put my hand on her clit and rubbed. That did the trick and soon she was again moaning and pushing into me. I was holding on for dear life and was about to reach my point of no return when she separated us and got back down on her knees.

For the second time that evening her expert mouth sucked me to orgasm, and again she swallowed every drop. When I was done, she licked me clean and gave my dick a last kiss on its head. She stood and kissed me again, long and hard. She pulled away and looked me in the eyes.

"Well, was it all that you had hoped it would be?"

"More," I answered. "It was freaking unbelievable!"

"Good," she said. "But you better believe it, because I think you and I are going to be enjoying each other for a long, long time."

I pulled her close to me and held her in my arms, embracing her tightly. "That's the best offer I think I've ever heard," I said into her soft hair. "What do you say we hope in the shower and get cleaned up."

Within a month LeAnne had moved in with me and I've gotten to live out my fantasies with her every day since.



The Bet



The Bet: A Dylan James Story

This is another in the continuing story of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. This story was suggested by Jillian, a fan who I want to thank for the inspiration. It took me a long time to write because of life intruding as it will sometimes, and it is by far the longest that I have written. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For the Road" series. Please check all his adventures out – but they are all stand alone stories. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome. 

Lanya Anderson and Dylan James were both waiting inside the conference room at Dream Stunts FX for their new client to arrive. Lanya and Dylan were partners with a few other people in a movie stunt business. The company specialized in big budget films that required a lot of stunt work inter-mingled with CGI technology, but they also did smaller budget movies to keep their employees paid and help the bottom line. Dylan, as the youngest partner in his early 30's, was going serve as the stunt director on this low budget movie if they got the contract. Lanya was a full partner and ran the business side of the operation. The stunt company and the producer that was interviewing them were both represented by the William Morris Agency so it seemed likely that the two would work together, but you never knew in the film business. 

When the producer and his team arrived, they were led into the conference room by a production assistant. There Dylan met the producer Peter, the lead actress, Karine, and a smarmy looking guy who turned out to be the director of this epic, Wes. After sending the PA to get drinks for everyone, they all sat around the conference table while Lanya and Dylan took turns explaining some ideas that they had for FX effects and stunts that they thought would help punch up the story. The film was a low-budget horror movie called Dawn of the Zombie. 

The client, Peter was your typical cliché Hollywood producer. He was a short fat balding mid-50's guy who drove a car the size of an ocean liner. The story on him was that he had somehow gotten to be a very successful producer in LA by luck and just plain drive. He made his first fortune in porn, and his second in horror films. He had a reputation in town for having a very huge ego, an extremely small dick and that he never let you forget he was very rich and who was paying the tab. 

After Lanya and Dylan made their pitch, Lanya put in a promotional DVD about Dream Stunts and the type of work that they did. As Dylan had seen this short film hundreds of times, he took this moment to observe his possible clients. Peter was pretty much as described; middle aged and trying to be much younger with an expensive suit and a lot of gold flashing. Wes looked to be about 26 or 27. He looked unhealthy and pale as if he never came outside. His hair was kind of greasy, and he sniffed a lot. The only part of this meeting that was even enjoyable so far was watching Karine. Hollywood is full of sexy beautiful starlets, but Dylan had to admit this one special. Karine was a beautiful young actress by way of Texas who seemed very nice and sweet. She was to be the star of this gorefest of blood, who meets a bunch of hungry Zombies and after a lot of carnage and destruction, somehow manages to defeat them and survive. If they got the movie, Dylan was going to be working very closely with her, and he was looking forward to that possibility. She was about 5'7" with darkish red hair and green eyes. She looked to be about 23 or 24. She had a really great golden tan, so it was certain that red was not her natural hair color. She came dressed in a tight white mini dress that showed off her fabulous figure. Her breasts had to be at least 36C, and the way they shifted when she moved you could tell they were real and she wasn't wearing a bra. The dress was so tight across her beautiful ass you couldn't see a hint of a thong at all. Dylan guessed that she had nothing on under that dress. 

As the short film played Peter seemed too doted on her. He kept whispering in her ear, touching her arm, and sharing comments with her that brought faint smiles to her beautiful face. Dylan guessed that they might be a couple the way Peter treated her, and also by the Rhode Island-sized diamond ring which was on her left hand. 

Dylan could not keep from staring at her, she was so beautiful. In spite of how she was dressed there was a very classy, very sophisticated air about her. She seemed very confident and very sure of herself. She caught Dylan looking at her (hell, he was staring) a couple of times and both times gave him a faint Mona Lisa type smile. Hell, he was so obvious in his admiration for her, that Lanya had to kick him under the table a couple of times.

Finally, when the promo came to an end, Layna switched on the lights and took over the meeting like the pro she was. She pitched Peter on a potential schedule and fee structure, and then answered several questions from the smarmy director about how the stunts were to be designed. Then Karine, while looking directly at Dylan, asked if he would be designing her stunts and if she would be able to do some of them. Peter immediately jumped in and said that his "baby was not going to be doing stunts. Her future was too precious to risk on doing her own stunts." As Peter said this, Karine smiled at Dylan and winked as if to let him in a joke. 

The meeting soon came to an end and Peter promised to make a decision soon. Everyone was getting up and saying goodbye, when Karine took Dylan's hand. As her perfume enveloped him she said, "I hope that we have a chance to work together. I think you would make me feel very, very safe." 

With that, Karine leaned in and lightly kissed Dylan on the cheek. Her breasts pressed against his arm as she kissed him and whispered, "Goodbye" in his ear. She turned and followed Peter out the door. Caught in the cloud of her perfume, Dylan watched that beautiful ass walk out the door.

Dylan's dream state was broken as Lanya shoved him and barked at him, "What the fuck were you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look, I know that you think you are God's gift to women, but it is not good business practice to undress that client's fiancé right in front of him. How about business before pleasure, okay?"

"I wasn't undressing her. She came on to me."

"Do you think that maybe there is some woman on the planet that doesn't want your dick?"

"Yeah, maybe, but it wasn't her."

"God, you are full of yourself."

"What? It is so plain to see that she wants to give it away, that I know that I would nail her during the first week of shooting."

"You are that sure of yourself?"

With her? I guarantee it."

Okay, I will take that bet. "

"What bet? You want to bet me that I can't nail her?" Lanya nodded in agreement. "Okay, what do I win?"

Lanya looked Dylan up and down for a couple of seconds, then stated – "A blowjob."

"What?" Dylan exclaimed! He could not believe what he had heard. 

"Yeah, if you fuck her you get a blowjob from me, but if you lose, you take me on a $2000 shopping spree."

"Two Thousand Dollars? That is pretty expensive blowjob."

"What your wallet can't back up your dick? Or you don't think I am worth $2000?"

"I am not even answering that one. So, I just have to fuck her?"

"No, I set the terms of the bet. I have to think of the right situation, one with time limit and a high degree of failure. I have no doubt that you could nail her if given enough time. Okay?"

Dylan thought for a couple of seconds, the possibility of Lanya giving him head or dropping two grand? This was more then just a simple bet. There were all kinds of subtle levels and dangerous consequences if this went wrong. Not only was she his partner, but also his boss. Even if he succeeded, it could go very bad. Besides if he lost, he didn't have an extra two grand at the moment. Yet he wasn't a stuntman for nothing. The danger and need to overcome failure is what drove him. 

"Fine. If we get the job and you think of the right situation, I will take that bet."

They both shook hands and went back to work. Dylan watched as Lanya worked down the hall to her office. She had long, long beautiful legs that led up a very tight ass that she was wiggling with extra effort for Dylan's benefit. Thought of fucking her was very intriguing. He had known her for about 7 years and she had never shown the least interest in him. He wondered what was up. Dylan was finished for the day so he got on his prized Harley (a 1999 Bandit) and headed toward home. Their offices were in Culver City so the ride home to the West Adams area of LA didn't take long. As he rode his Harley through traffic the memory of Karine's ass as she walked out the door was burned into his brain plus the added possibility of getting head from his beautiful long legged partner made Dylan so horny that by the time he got home he needed some relief badly. He decided to go over to a local watering hole called El Cholo and see who might be at the bar. 

As he walked into the bar area of El Cholo, only one word would describe Dylan. STUD. Dylan was the poster boy for that much over used word. He was a very handsome guy at 6' 2" and 210 pounds of hard muscle with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He moved with the grace and power of a tiger. His tight t-shirt showed off a very well developed chest and ripped forearms and biceps. 

Apart from his physical beauty was his personality. Everyone liked Dylan. Women wanted to date him and guys liked to hang out with him. He was fun, charming, smart and sure of himself. Not in a cocky way, but Dylan knew who he was and what he wanted from life and was not shy about asking for it. His strength of character and quiet leadership made him the focus of any room that he was in, even when he was not trying to be. 

Yet, what set Dylan aside from most other men was his package. He had a very impressive dick that was 9 inch long and 5 inches around with a very large mushroom-shaped head. He had lost his virginity at 15 and he had not slowed down since. Very few were the women that turned down his charms when he focused his personality on them. 

As he surveyed the room, Dylan quickly found his companion for the evening. She was a very sexy blond with large fake tits by the name of Deena. After buying her a drink and seducing her with a conversation filled with sexual banter and innuendo, Deena was putty in his hands, and they left for his place. Fueled by Deena's very talented mouth and pussy, Dylan had a very enjoyable evening as he relentlessly drove his nine inch monster deep into Deena's gushing cunt and clutching ass. After Deena had screamed herself hoarse and fallen to sleep exhausted from end to end orgasms, Dylan drifted off to sleep with his still sizeable prick buried in her ass. 

The next morning, Dylan cruised into the office about 10AM. Dylan and one of the other partners were going to work out the stunts with the director of a new Pepsi commercial that they we had just gotten the contract for. As he headed back to the conference room, Lanya called him into her office. 

Lanya was a very pretty woman and she looked especially good this morning. She was wearing a thin summer dress that clung to her tight athletic body. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a French twist and her smile lit up the room as he walked into her office. He had often wondered what she would be like in bed with her long legs, great ass, small perky breasts and not an ounce of fat on her body. Plus she was extremely smart with a film degree from USC and an MBA from Harvard, and a killer business sense that had served the small but growing company very well. She was the kind of intelligent and confident woman that Dylan found impossible to resist. She and a couple of famous stuntman had founded the company right after she returned to LA from back East. In less then ten years they had grown into a full service company for stunts and special FX. They had trucks, computers, equipment and a staff of computer designers, stunt men and FX guys, who could set up, design, equip, and perform any type of stunt or effect for films and TV that you needed. Dylan had interned with these guys for two years when he first arrived in LA. Learning the ropes and slowly gaining their confidence with his determination and ability. As the company grew they offered him a position and then later a partnership. He had been very lucky, and he knew it. That is why he had never made any kind of pass at her. She was off-limits to him in his mind, but he had often wondered. 

"Peter's office just called and we have the contract. He is very excited to work with us. We have a few details to work out but nothing that will stop the contract. So I suggested that we have dinner tonight to celebrate our new enterprise, and he agreed. So are you ready to go ahead with the bet?"

"Okay, what did you have in mind?"

"Peter agreed to bring Karine along. We are to meet at 8:30 at Luna Park. The terms of the bet are this - you must seduce Karine while we are having dinner with Peter. You must seduce her right in front of him and convince her to fuck you. Peter is not to have a clue what is going on. You don't have to fuck her there, but you must have proof that she is giving it up to you. Clear?"

"Like what?"

"Her panties will do."

"So I am suppose to seduce Karine in front of Peter, convince her to give me her panties, and show them to you for verification. If I do this I get a blowjob from you. Is that correct?"

"Yes, that's it. However, if you lose, I get a $2000 spending spree on you. Agreed?"

"I just have a couple of questions. Why are you doing this? Why are you risking a contract with a producer by embarrassing him or us?"

"You don't have to worry about that. There is no fallout for you. If this bet goes south, I will take full responsibility, okay?"

"And that is it? You are not going to tell me more then that?"

"I have my reasons. If you get her, then maybe I will tell you. Do we have a bet?"

Dylan looked at Lanya for a moment, at her blond hair, her blue eyes, her white teeth, smiling mouth and full lips. The thought of those lips wrapped tightly around his thrusting cock as he came in her mouth was like heroin. He was hooked. Of course, he was going to agree to this. He knew that he could have Karine anytime. She had broadcast very clearly that she was available, but to do her in front of her man at dinner. Now that was a challenge at any stuntman would rise too. His dick stirred in his jeans as thoughts of Lanya's mouth and Karine's pussy passed thru his mind. 

"Okay you have a deal."

"Good, I will see you at Luna Park tonight. Don't be late."

"I'll be there." Dylan shook his head as he walked out of her office. This was crazy, but it was also going to be very interesting.

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Dylan arrived at the restaurant about 8:20 PM. It was very noisy and crowded for a Thursday night. There was a long bar on the left as you came into the small, but popular eatery. The rest of the room was full of small café tables and wooden booths along the walls that were enclosed. Each booth could seat four people and had curtains that could be pulled together to make the booth extremely private. Dylan saw Lanya seated at the bar drinking a glass of wine when she noticed him and rose to greet him. His eyes just about fell out of his head has she moved toward him. She was dress in a simple off the shoulder black dress that ended about 2 inches below her crotch. Her beautiful long legs were shown off to magnificent effect. She wore low heeled open toes sandals that allowed her red toenails to gleam. The dress clung to her body, molding itself to her breasts and slim hips. Her long golden hair was wrapped in a tight chignon on the top of her head with two tendrils on either side of her face softening the look and framing her pretty face. Her blue eyes flashed at him excitedly as she walked up to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Are you ready to play?"

"Well, let's just say that you should not be thinking about spending that two grand just yet."

"Well, get ready Tiger, because here comes the prey."

Dylan turned to see Peter holding the front door for Karine. She was stunning as she entered the eatery, a beautiful young woman in a short pale pink sheath that clung to her in all the right places. Her dark red hair was worn down, her large breasts bobbed rhythmically beneath the dress. Her golden skin seemed to glow in the dim restaurant light. The click-clack of her heels reached Dylan's ears, and he looked down, taking in her long, lean legs that ended in a pair of sexy open-toed heels. 


"It is so good to see you again," Karine said as she hugged Lanya. Her striking smile lighting up her beautifully face, her green eyes sparkling with life. She turned to Dylan and taking his hand in hers, "I'm so glad that we are going to be working together." She smiled at him with an enticing smile, her full lips smeared with shiny lip gloss. 

"I am looking forward to it as well," Dylan said as he smiled down at her. 

They greeted Peter and arranged for a booth along the wall. They were told there would be a 20 minute wait, so they gathered in a far corner of the bar that separated them from everyone else in the restaurant. Peter ordered them a bottle of Pinot Noir as they waited for their table. After the bottle had been opened and poured, Lanya began to engage Peter in conversation leaving Karine and Dylan to themselves. As Lanya discussed the film with Peter, she maneuvered him in such a way that his back was to Dylan and Karine. Dylan and Karine were deep in the corner of the bar pushed tightly together. She seated herself on a bar stool facing Dylan and her back to Peter and Lanya. Dylan could see both of them very clearly over her shoulder. As she seated herself and crossed her legs, her short pink dress rode up high on her golden thighs giving him a glimpse of her black panties. Dylan and she touched glasses together as they toasted each other. Karine leaned in closer to Dylan because of the loud music and conversation, and her low cut dress made it seem that her ample breasts would spill out into his lap. . 

"I am so glad that you are doing the stunts for our movie. I am really excited to be working with you. So have you been doing stunt work for a while?"

"Since I graduated from college. About 10 years."

"I bet you will be able to teach me all kinds of things about dangerous stunts and difficult positions." As she said this, she reached out and gently caressed the back of his hand. Her light touch sent a shiver of delight up his spine. 

Since this was moving even faster then he thought it would, Dylan decided to step up the sexual banter. "Well, the length and width of my experience may surprise you." 

"Oh, I doubt that. You have a very ..."big"... reputation as a ... "stunt" ... man. I have heard a lot about you. That is why I pushed Pete so hard to get you." 

"God, she is forward," Dylan thought to himself. "This is going to be easier then I planned. Lanya is going to be so pissed off." He smiled to himself. 

"What kind of experience do you have acting wise?" he asked.

Well, I trained in New York doing stage and I have done modeling work all over Europe. Film seemed like the natural progression. I am taking some exciting acting classes out here now. 

What kind?

Improv, role playing, and game playing. It makes you more spontaneous. More free to try new things. I really enjoy that.

Really?

Yes, I like to make up situations in public and play them out in front of everyone. It is fun and dangerous. 

Do you have a favorite?

Karine leaned in very close to Dylan's ear and whispered, "I like the one where the handsome young stud tries to pick up the pretty young girlfriend in front of her date, and fucks her silly. That is the game I really enjoy." As she pulled away from him, she uncrossed her legs leaving her crotch completely exposed to him. Dylan looked from her lap up to her face. She smiled at him. "Do you want to play?" 




The Bet



Dylan looked over her shoulder at Lanya and Peter. They were both engrossed in conversation. There were other people milling about in the bar waiting to be escorted into the dining room although he suspected that they were too far away to notice. He put his hand on Karine's upper thigh and slid his hand up under her dress. She parted her legs little wider. His finger tips brushed the silk of her underwear. He hooked his finger in the leg band of her panties and slid the back of his finger down over the very moist lips of her sex. 

"Why thank you kind sir," she replied coyly as she crossed her legs trapping his hand between her legs. "I guess you do want to play." 

Dylan smiled at her and nodded his head. She uncrossed her legs and spread them just enough to allow him to remove his hand. His hand stayed and he continued to play with her clit rubbing it back and forth with the knuckle of his finger. A small moan escaped Karine's lips and her stiffening nipples pressed through the thin material of her dress. She pressed herself against his palm subtly.

"Uhh," another moan escaped her lips as Dylan slide two fingers into the liquid warmth of her moistening cunt. Karine anxiously grabbed her wine glass and took a big gulp. Her thighs parted a couple of inches more to allow him greater access. 

"Mmmm," she moaned again as he began to rub her hot little clit with his thumb. She closed her eyes. All she could focus on were the fingers thrusting in and out of her. She began to rock her hips with the rhythm of his fingers. He continued to press hard against her rigid clit, driving her insane. Karine felt like she was going to cum! She felt it building in her stomach and spreading down through her burning thighs. It was going to happen! She was going to cum right in front of her fiancé!!! Suddenly, the motion of Dylan's fingers stopped and Karine opened her glazed eyes and looked up at him. Dylan leaned into her and whispered seductively, "I would very much like for you to go to the rest room and remove your panties. I want you seated next to me at the table waiting for my touch." As he said that, he withdrew his fingers from her wet slick pussy. Karine gasped at the sudden emptiness. He took his fingers and brought them to his mouth and licked them. She nodded and excused herself to go to the ladies room.

Lanya glanced at him as Karine left, he simply shrugged his shoulders. Peter turned and began to talk to him about some ideas that he had for stunts for the film. Karine returned a few minutes later and took her seat, but Peter was now talking to both Lanya and Dylan. Soon their table was ready and they moved out into the main dining room. As Karine passed Dylan, she furtively pressed into his palm a piece of soft material. He looked down to see it was a black silk thong. He balled it up in his hand and brought it to his nose to sniff her exotic and musky scent before he slipped the thong into his coat pocket. 


The host showed them to an enclosed booth along the back wall. Their booth had curtains along its front that could be closed to create a very private and intimate enclosure. Peter was seated on the aisle on the same side with Lanya, and Karine sat on inside next to Dylan. Peter ordered hors d'oeuvres for the table and a bottle of Semillon Blanc. The conversation was light as they chatted about the movie and people that they knew in common. Karine's knee kept rubbing up and down Dylan's thigh every few moments. 

After the wine had arrived and they had ordered, Peter requested from the waiter that the curtains be closed. When this was done the only light in the booth came from a small candle on the table. Dylan thought to himself that this set up could not be any more advantageous to him and his mission. Peter proposed a toast to their movie and partnership, and they all touched glasses. Dylan felt a hand creep into his lap and search for the hard bulge in his pants. The hand squeezed his hard cock and moved down his leg searching for the end. The hand squeezed two more times before the end of his swollen rod was located. Karine glanced at him with a look of surprise in her eyes, and Dylan just smiled at her. She quickly reached for her wine and took a big gulp. 

"Honey, don't drink so fast. This is an excellent wine. It should be savored." Peter instructed Karine.

"Sorry, baby," Karine demurely answered. 

While this exchange was happening, Lanya looked at Dylan and nodded her head in Karine's direction. Dylan smiled and nodded affirmatively. Lanya eyes darkened for a second, then she turned in her seat toward Peter and grabbed his arm. "Peter, I have always wanted to know how you got started in producing. How did you decide to do this for a living?"

As Peter turned his entire attention to Lanya and began to prattle away about his career, Dylan cautiously slipped his hand into Karine's lap, and between her legs up to her dripping slit. His middle finger parted her lips, and he felt her wetness. He began to caress the hot wet folds of her over heated pussy as Karine licked her lips and leaned forward in apparent fascination at Peter's description of his career. The look of intense concentration on her face was betrayed by her pencil like nipples that were straining against the sheer material of her dress. Dylan swirled his finger over her very slick little clit which made Karine tremble with delight. The fear of discovery and the risk they were taking was an intense turn on for both of them. The thought of him feeling her up right in front of Peter was driving her wild. Her control over herself was slipping as Dylan continued to gently rub her rock hard clit. 

"So I sold my porn company to Vivid Entertainment for about 3 million dollars. And I used that money to produce my first big budget horror flick, Vampire's Blood. It made about 10 million dollars in the theatres, but 30 million in DVD sales. I used that money to set up my own studio, " Peter explained to Lanya who was trying to look interested. Dylan slowly pushed his middle finger into the slick tunnel of Karine's steaming pussy. He repeated this movement ever so slowly. In and out and in, circle her throbbing clit every few times and start all over again. Karine's eyes were glassy from desire and her breath came in shallow gasps. She was holding on to the table white knuckled to keep from screaming with pleasure. Her pussy was leaking like a faucet as she felt a huge cum slowly building inside her. 

She needed release desperately and was almost becoming frantic in order to get it. She reached into Dylan's lap and began jacking his giant cock through his pants under the table. Suddenly, Dylan plunged two fingers up to the third knuckle into Karine's dripping cunt and felt her molten walls clamp down onto his invading fingers. Her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. She slumped back again the booth and threw her leg over Dylan's knee. Her hips began to thrust upward trying to drive his fingers deeper into her burning hole. If the table cloth had not hidden her movement from view, Peter would have been able to look right into his fiancé's wide spread pussy cumming all over Dylan's thrusting fingers. Karine brought her napkin up to her mouth and pretended to cough to cover her moans of release. Dylan felt her climaxing pussy muscles ripple up and down his fingers as they try to pull him in deeper. The suction was so great that he had a bit of struggle trying to pull his fingers out without drawing attention to the movement. As his fingers left her fiery cunt, she gasped and leaned forward. She clamped her thighs together tightly so she could squeeze one more little shadow climax out of her over heated pussy. 

"Are you okay, darling?" A concerned Peter asked.

"I'm okay, baby," Karine coughed. "I just feel really hot all of a sudden. I'm going to the restroom. Please excuse me." 

Dylan stood and pulled the curtain aside. Karine got up hurriedly and fled toward the bathroom. He looked after her retreating figure and knew that he had won the bet. He had her panties in his pocket and her cum on his fingers. He could stop right now and get his blowjob from Lanya, but the throbbing nine-inch monster that was half way down his thigh was telling him to do something different. He looked at Lanya and winked at her. 

"Please excuse me Peter, but I have to make a call on my cell. I'll be right back." He put the curtain back in place and moved toward the restrooms.

He caught up with Karine outside the women's restroom. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to him, crushing her in his embrace as he kissed her. He grabbed her beautiful ass in his hands and pulled her against his prick. Grinding her mound against his rock hard prick, he held her against him for several long moments. Finally, she broke the kiss. 

"Please stop it! Stop it! I can't take anymore. I can't believe we just did that. You have to stop!" Karine exclaimed as she stumbled into the women's bathroom. 

Dylan followed her into the restroom closing the door behind him. 

"What are you doing? You can't come in here!"

"Who is going to tell?" Dylan pulled her to him hungrily kissing her mouth. Karine sighed deep in her throat as she pressed herself against him. They stood trading deep soul kisses in the women's restroom as their tongues explored each other mouths. Dylan slipped his hand back under her dress searching for her moist pussy. He located her hard slick clit and began to caress it with two fingers in a circular motion. 

"UUggghhh, God you do that well," she moaned. Her hips began to move again in rhythm with his fingers. She pulled his mouth down to hers and gave him a deep searing kiss that telegraphed all of her desire. She broke the kiss panting

"We can't do this here. We have to stop!"

"We are not stopping for anything," Dylan whispered in her ear as he slid two fingers deep into her steaming hole, her warm sticky juices coating his invading fingers. As he stroked his fingers into her wet pussy, her hips began to thrust back at his fingers trying to get them as far up her as possible. 

"Ohhhh that feels so ggoooooddd!!"

He pulled his two fingers out of her slick hole. She groaned her disappointment. Dylan took her hand and pulled her into one of the small stalls. It was a tight fit but he managed to close the door to the stall behind her. She looked confused.

"What are you doing?"

Dylan quickly put the lid down on the toilet and undid his pants. As he yanked them and his underwear down past his knees, his giant rock hard prick sprang into full view pointed right at her naval.

Ohmigod! I had no idea!!! You're huge!!!!!

Dylan sat down and pulled her over his lap so her golden thighs were on each side of his knees with his dick pointing straight up at her hot little pussy. He rolled up her tight knit dress to her waist revealing her nearly bald pussy. There was a little landing strip of brown hair at the top of her pussy, and her vagina was open and red from all the rubbing. Her erect clit winked at him from its hooded enclosure. 

"God, we can't do this!!"

"He has nothing to do with this!"

With one hand he firmly pulled her down on to his lap. His other hand held his giant prick which was pointing straight up and quickly came into contact with the wet warm lips of her open pussy. She was so wet that the great mushroom head popped right into her slick channel, and his entire prick slid up into her in one smooth stroke as he pulled her down. 

Ooooohhhhh! Holy Fucking Christ!!! she moaned.

Dylan stared at her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip as if savoring the moment. She opened her big green eyes and stared into his. Passion, heat, desire, lust were all locked together in her eyes. He slipped the straps of her little pink dress off her shoulders and down her arms revealing her beautiful breasts. Her pink nipples were erect with desire. He bunched the dress up around her waist like a very thin pink belt and looked at the acres of her taut tan skin. Her naval was pierced with a tiny gold chain hanging from it, and her golden skin showed no tan lines anywhere. She was perfect. 

He leaned his head down and took her succulent left breast into his mouth sucking and licking her little pink nipple. It began to grow larger and tighten under his tongue. Dylan rocked his hips back and forth slowly moving his great prick dick in and out of her hot hole. Karine awoke from her stupor and began to match his rhythm by lifting herself up and driving herself back down the length of his rock hard prick. Dylan had won his bet but there was no reason not to enjoy himself to the fullest with this wonderfully willing piece of ass. 

He leaned back against the tank and let her do the work. He put his hands on her hips to help guide her thrusting body. Her golden tits were swinging and jiggling in front of his face as her tight, wet cunt rode his dick up and down. "Man, this was good pussy," Dylan thought. As she grew more excited, Karine rode Dylan's cock higher and slammed down harder driving his pole deeper into her on each thrust. She grabbed her swinging tits in each hand and began to pull and pinch her hard-tipped nipples. Her face was flush with lust, and she began to groan louder as she worked herself up to her second big cum of the night. 

Suddenly, the door to the restroom opened and two women entered chatting away. Karine froze in mid-stroke with a look of pure panic in her green eyes. She tried to lift herself off Dylan cock, but he held her in place. "Shhh," he whispered to her, and forced her to sit back down on his cock causing it to drive deeper into her hot channel. As he supported her weight with his hands on her upper back, she lifted her feet onto his thighs so no one could see two pairs of legs in the stall. 

Imagine the scene if you can. Dylan was sitting in the woman's bathroom of a very famous LA restaurant with a beautiful engaged naked young actress sitting on his lap. His prick is shoved up deep into her cunt and she is very close to cumming. They were both trying not to make any noise at all as they listened to those two chatter birds talk about if they are going to sleep with their dates tonight. It was so funny that Dylan almost lost it a few times laughing. Yet the opportunity to have more fun with Karine was not gong to go to waste.

Using his left hand to support her weight, he slipped his right down into her V finding her moist little clit. He began to rub its slick surface firmly with his thumb causing Karine to shudder on his lap. She shook her head violently wanting him to stop, but there was no way that was going to happen. Her eyes were filled with panic as her body began to give in to the lust she was feeling. As Dylan continued to strum her hot little bud, her hips began to tick trying to move his wedged cock deeper into her pussy. Her hands came back to her tits and began to pull and mall them in her passion. She closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. Her pussy began to flutter and dance up the length of his great cock. Her hip movement began to become bigger and more erratic. And still the girls prattled on about they were going to fuck their dates. 

Karine's eyes suddenly flew open staring into Dylan's with a look of complete wanton desire. Her arms shot out grabbing hold of the sides of the stall, while she started thrusting her hips onto his dick so hard the that toilet tank began to rattle. He strummed her hot clit as fast as he could as little grunts of pleasure began to squeak out of her. All at once, her cunt muscles champed down on his prick and began milking and squeezing trying to get his seed. She was cumming apart at the seams as the combination of situation, place, danger, his strumming and her famished pussy had her bouncing up and down on his hard cock in a haze of pure lust. 

The two girls stopped talking as the noise from the stall grew in volume and they beat a hasty retreat out the bathroom door. With them gone, Karine put both her feet on the floor and her hands on Dylan's shoulders while she rode him for all she was worth as her orgasm overtook her. 

Uuunnnnnnnnhhhhhhh... AAAAAhhhhhhhhh... UUUUNNNNNNHHHHHHH!!!!!

She continued bouncing up and down on his rigid manhood until she collapsed panting against his chest and tried to catch her breath. He had not cum yet although it had taken all of his concentration not too. But now he needed to and bad! Plus they didn't have all night. Poor Lanya was probably having to Peter feel her up to keep his attention. Dylan had Karine stand up. She groaned as she pulled herself off his prick. Dylan pulled his pants partway up and stepped past her and out of the stall. He went to the bathroom door and locked it. Then he pulled Karine out of the stall and moved her into front of the sink facing the mirror. Then he stepped behind her. 

"We can't do this again. We don't have time. And I am too sensitive. "

"I have to cum baby, right now." Dylan said as he pushed the swollen head of his big rod into the mouth of her molten heat. Karine moaned and bent forward. She began to wiggle her ass to try and pull his cock further into her hot cunt. She was so slick, wet and open that he easily pushed inside her aching vagina with one stroke, his pelvic bone coming to rest against her tight little ass. 

"Oh, God that feels good. You have such a great dick. I love it! Oh Dylan fuck me!!!!"

"You better hang on – this is going to be hard and fast." With a good, double-handed grip on her large hanging tits, Dylan began to drive his iron hard rod deep into her cunt. On each stroke, he pulled back until only the flared knob were left in the tight hold of her hungry labia, then he would thrust in so that the entire length of his giant cock was buried in her and his large balls bounced off her tender clit. Karine met him thrust for thrust driving her hot wet sleeve up and down the full length of his great cock. Dylan thought to himself, "Man, there is nothing like good hot pussy," and Karine was one of the hottest he'd ever had. 

Karine was hot everywhere. Her body had taken on a faint sheen of sweat, and her juices were running down the inside of her thighs and over his swinging balls as they continued to thrust back at each other. The air in the room became close and hot and smelled of sex. Dylan thrust into her forcefully, then pulling back and rammed her again as she let out soft cries of delight. He was pinching and twisting the pencil like nipples of her large, natural breasts sending bolts of pleasure straight to her clit as he fucked her with all his might. The double stimulation caused her to throw her head back and let out a cry. Then Dylan hung on to one tit and ran his other hand down across her flat taut stomach to the top of her V, and began to finger her clit while never letting up from his relentless pumping.

"OOOHHHHHH MMMMMMMYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she wailed, leaning her head down and moving her sexy ass onto him harder than ever. "Oh Yeah, Fuck Me, Fuck Me Harder!" she hissed.

Grabbing both her swinging tits in his large hands again, he yanked her back towards him as he slammed into her like a giant battering ram, increasing the speed and frequency and depth of his thrusts as she began to make squealing sounds in her throat. Suddenly she pushed herself back against him so hard that it almost knocked Dylan down. Karine began to shake and quiver; she churned her ass double time trying to make her drooling cunt swallow his plunging staff, driving her wet sleeve up and down the length of his monster prick, trying to eat him up with the constricting muscles of her passionate cunt. Karine liked it this way, savage, hurting a little and kind of going blind in the all consuming lust of the moment. She was close, so close to cumming. She was right on the edge- when....




The Bet



Ohhhh, God! Ohhh GOD!!! I am cumming!!!. OH FUCK ME!!! I AM CUMMING!!! AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OHHHHHH FFFFFUUUUUCCKKKKK MMMMMMEEE!!!!!

Dylan fucked her hard, continuing to lay the pipe to her, continuing to impale her on his thrusting cock, continuing to drive through her orgasm as he jack-hammered into her trying to find his own release. Finally, he felt her sag against the sink tired from the exertion. He pulled out of her wet, dripping pussy and turned her around. He lifted her up so her ass was on the edge of the sink and moved between her wide spread legs. He placed the large mushroom head of his giant prick at the mouth of her well-fucked cunt and gently pushed it between her slick lips. 

"God, Dylan I can't cum anymore."

"This is for me, baby" And with that he pulled her legs up over his shoulders and thrust his great dick deep into her wet, slick fuck hole. 

"AAAAAAGGGGGGGGG," she groaned as great prick bottomed out in her cunt on a single thrust. 

"Oh, you got a great pussy, baby," Dylan moaned as he pulled back. Then he thrust into her again full strength. 

"What are you doing to me!!!!!! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!." Karine exclaimed. Her hands grabbed both of her bouncing tits and began to pull and tweak her nipples as Dylan fucked his great length into her. 

"I'm fucking you girl. Just what you wanted!" He panted as her as he picked up the pace of his trusts. With each stroke the great mushroom head bounced off her cervix, causing her over worked cunt to being to heat up again. Karine could not believe it. She never came this much, but she was headed for another huge orgasm. Dylan felt the tell-tale tingling behind his balls and knew that his much needed orgasm was close. The sex was hot and fast and hard. The sink rattled with the force of his thrusts into her steaming, dripping cunt. Pussy juice was streaming out all over the edge of the sink and covering his large balls. They were both close and the pressure was building. 

"HERE IT CUMS," he screamed as he thrust once more into her sizzling, gushing cunt and his prick swelled like a balloon and then exploded.

"GIVE IT TO ME DYLAN!!! OH FUCK ME!!! OH GOD, I'M CUMMMMINNNGGG AAAGGGGAAAAAAIIIINNN!!!!!!!" Karine yelled as her cunt explored for the third time causing her to see and feel a rainbow of colors and sensations all centered in her hot convulsing pussy. 

Dylan fired rope after rope of hot cum shot inside of Karine's molten clutching cunt bathing her womb with a fountain of semen. There was so much cum that it began to leak out of her cunt and run down the sides of the sink coating his balls. He continued to thrust into her warm slick inner core until he had stopped cumming. He lowered her legs and slowly pulled himself out of her pussy. He staggered back against the wall of the bathroom stall. His legs were like rubber.

Karine was slumped against the mirror with her eyes closed and her fingers wildly stroking her sensitive clit trying to get one more tiny orgasm. Her body shuddered as it overcame her. She opened her eyes and looked at Dylan. She slowly got down off the sink. She reached out and grabbed Dylan's still sizeable but deflated prick and pulled him after her. She moved into the stall, raised the lid to the toilet and sat down. As large globs of his cum dripped out of her pussy into the bowl, Karine began to take a piss. She pulled his prick to her and began to lick and suck his rod of all their co-mingled juices. It was the sexiest thing Dylan had ever seen. He immediately started to get hard again, but they had no time. They had been gone almost 30 minutes. After she had cleaned him off, she helped him pull his pants up and get his re-excited cock back in his pants. The she gave him a big deep kiss, her tongue driving deep into his mouth so he could taste her flavor as well as his own. 

"You go back to the table first. I'll be there in a moment. God! That was one incredibly hot fuck! Thank you!" Then she lightly kissed him again, pushed him out of the stall, and closed the door.. 

Dylan quickly washed his face and straightened his clothes. He unlocked and opened the door to find four very surprised women looking at him. 

"The men's room was busy and I really had to go. Sorry!" Dylan mumbled as he hurried by the startled women. 

Dylan drifted back toward the table as in a dream. The intensity of his orgasm and Karine's hot pussy had drained him. When he sat down at the table, Lanya gave him a look of relief. Peter was very drunk now and had begun to paw at her under the table. He straightened up when Dylan sat down. Lanya gave Dylan a "where have you been look" and he gave her a smile and winked at her as he mouthed the words, "Mission accomplished!" Lanya's face broke out into a wide grin. 

. 

Karine returned about 5 minutes later saying that she felt much better and proceeded to eat her meal and Peter's as well. The rest of the evening went very well with a lot of laughing and toasting. Karine continued to rub Dylan leg from time to time, not out of need but contentment. Finally, it was time to go. As everyone was leaving, Karine slipped a card into Dylan's hand with her phone number on it, and told him to call her soon. He felt like the biggest stud in the world. Outside the restaurant, everyone said their good nights. Dylan walked Lanya to her car.

"Are we going to your place?" He asked.

"Do you have the proof?"

"Get inside the car first."

She got in the driver side and opened the passenger door for him. He slid in his seat and took Karine's black thong out his coat pocket. He put it to his face to smell her exotic scent then dropped into Lanya's lap. 

"Your place or mine?" 

"So you think that you are getting that blow job tonight?"

"I know that I am."

Dylan reached across and tweaked her right nipple causing Lanya to squeal in surprise. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply as his tongue explored the inside of her mouth. His right hand dropped into her fork and slid up under her dress. He began to gently rub the lips of her vagina through the silk of her panties. He continued to stoke her as he broke the kiss. She slumped back against the front seat panting.

"My place is closer," he whispered. 

It was a bright clear Sunday morning as the light poured into the bedroom. Below the window, the noise of the crowds could be heard walking and playing along the boardwalk as they made their way to beach. Dylan was lying in bed naked as he watched Lanya prowl across her bedroom like a young lioness with two mimosas in her hands. She was as naked as he was, and her long, long legs, very tight butt and flat stomach were such turn-ons to him that his great prick was at full mast as he watched her walk to him. Her sun streaked hair was pulled behind her ears and she had a big smile on her face as she handed Dylan his drink and sat down on the bed. 

"It that standing ovation in your lap for me?"

"No one but you."

Lanya gave him a light kiss on the lips and then took a big sip of her cold mimosa. Then she put her glass down on the night stand, and leaned over and took his rock hard prick in her mouth. The sensation of the cold from the drink and the warmth of her tongue made Dylan groan and his cock jump. Her fingers wrapped around the base and tightened, slowly sliding up and down as she pumped his flesh. Her warm, wet mouth slid easily over his meat, her tongue whipping into the slit to lap up the pre-cum, then moving down over the stalk as she engulfed his raging prick. As Dylan looked at his senior partner paying homage to his manhood, he thought to himself, "This is pretty good. Life cannot get much better then this!"

They had gone back to his place and she had proceeded to give him one of the best blow jobs of his entire life. She worked on his massive prick for about an hour before he blasted about a gallon of cum down her throat. Then they had fuck non-stop until 5 AM unable to get enough of each other's lust filled body. They went to work the next morning, but by lunch time the sexual heat was so strong that they checked out for lunch and never went back to work. They went straight for her place where they had been fucking each other senseless for three days only taking breaks to get takeout from down the street.. 

Lanya took her warm mouth off his wet prick and threw her long tanned leg over him bringing his giant prick into direct contact with her very moist and well-used vagina. She took his dick in her hands and lodged the great mushroom head between her slick pussy lips. Slowly, she allowed her weight to press her down onto Dylan's 9 inch monster until all of it was wedged deep inside her pulsating cunt.

"God, I love your cock!" Lanya moaned as she began to raise and lower her wet sleeve on Dylan's large pussy pleaser. Dylan just groaned in response, and sipped his drink. 

It was on Saturday afternoon after about 24 hours of unstop sex that Lanya finally told him why she was out to get Peter. It seems one of her first job in LA was a production assistant for Peter's company. He had taken advantage of his position over her and forced her to have sex with him. Then he fired her. There was nothing that she could do. It was her word against his. But she had made a vow to get even with him if she ever could. When he met with her about doing the movie, she realized that he did not remember her and the plan began to form. When she saw how much Peter cared for Karine, she knew that she had her object of revenge. She just needed someone who could make it happen and that person was Dylan. 

Dylan put down his drink and reached up and took Lanya's tits in his hands and squeezed gently. She arched her back driving her tits into his hands as she continued to ride his prick. He pulled her down to him and kissed her deeply enjoying the taste of OJ and Champaign on her tongue. 

His cell phone had rung last night about 8 PM and it was Karine looking to see if they could hook up that night. He had looked at Lanya and she had said yes. Karine had come over and the three of them had fucked and sucked each other until 3 in the morning. Karine finally staggered out with a promise to come back later today. He had already promised himself that he was going to fuck that super fine ass of hers today no matter what.

He held Lanya closely to him and rolled them over so she was underneath him. His massive prick never left her over heated pussy. He slowly got up on his knees and took her legs and put them over his shoulders. He looked down at his lovely boss all spread out before him. Her tanned skin, her heaving breasts, her lust filled eyes staring at him. Wanting him and waiting for him to drive his giant prick deep into her famished pussy. 

"Are you going to fuck me hard with that big dick, Dylan? "

"Yes boss, I am going to fuck you until you scream!"

Dylan again had to think to himself how luck he was. A super fine woman below him, and another arriving in a couple of hours. Life was indeed very good!

With that thought, he drilled his dick deep into Lanya waiting pussy. Again and again he thrust into her and as her moans began to grow louder, Dylan reveled in the feel of his boss' hot velvet pussy sliding up and down his great prick . 

The END.

Look for Dylan's next adventure – "Our Man In Amsterdam" – coming soon! 



The Bet



Lisa and Mike had been married for over seventeen years. Lisa was thirty-nine, blonde, with blue eyes, and a very nice figure, even after having three children. Mike was forty-one, with black hair, brown eyes and in pretty good shape. 

The two had a very good marriage and a very good sex life. They enjoyed sex and made it fun with role play, toys, and some mild bondage. They both enjoyed football and when their two favorite college teams played they always made a bet with the lose doing whatever the winner demanded. Things like breakfast in bed for a week, doing the dishes for a month, or the laundry were generally payment for a lost wager. But this year would be different.

Mike's team was heavily favored and he spent the entire week up to the game really rubbing it in to his wife. He took every opportunity to ridicule her team, and while she was generally a good natured person, this constant barrage of attacks was too much, even for her. Over and over again Lisa told him that if his team lost she had something extra special in mind. Mike just laughed telling her to bring it on. No matter what he assured her he would not have to do what she wanted because his team was going to win. 

Saturday morning the bet was sealed with a kiss and the two sat down to watch the game. At the end of the first half Mike's team was ahead by seventeen points and he was sure the game was in hand. Maybe he would make her wash the car every week for two months. Maybe he would make her dress up like a stripper and dance for him and finish it all off with some hot sex. 

The second half began but things began to change. Lisa's team came out charging and by the time the game was over, her team won by a field goal. Mike was disappointed and asked her what he would have to pay up for losing the bet. Lisa just smiled and said, "Keep next Saturday evening open. You'll pay up then." 

When Mike heard Lisa arrange for the kids to spend the weekend at her parent's house he thought he would be in for some very hot sex. He was not wrong.

Saturday evening came and Mike kept wondering when the great sex would start. As he sat in the family room watching TV with Lisa the doorbell rang. Mike got up and went to the door. He opened the door to come face to face with Steve one of the men who worked with Lisa. He ushered him into the family room telling Lisa that Steve had stopped by to see her. Lisa just smiled and said, "Actually Steve is here as part of your pay off for the bet." Mike looked puzzled as Lisa continued.

"My Darling Mike, you were so mean to me last week that I thought up something very, very interesting for you as payment and this is it. Steve is bi and I'm going to sit down here and watch while you two have sex on the couch." Mike turned white as a sheet. 

"No way, in hell," he blurted out. She just smiled and said, "Well, then you can forget about any kind of sex for the next 12 months." Mike was stunned and tried to talk his way out of it. After half an hour he realized he was getting no where. He sat down and said, "OK, let's get this over with."

Lisa sat down and Steve went over and sat down next to Mike. Mike sat there frozen and he became stiff as a board when Steve put his arm around his shoulders and began to caress his right shoulder. Mike just stared straight ahead as Steve began to nuzzle Mike's neck and ear. 

Mike sat there rigidly as Steve began to run his hand up and down the front of Mike's shirt and after a few minutes Steve began to unbutton Mike's shirt. He pulled the shirt open and began to lightly caress Mike's nipples. Lisa watched and in that moment she knew, she could see Mike's attitude begin to melt.

Steve lightly danced his finger tips over Mike's nipples and when Steve began to lick Mike's nipples Mike's head rolled back and he let out a sigh. 

As Steve licked away his hand went down and he began to caress Mike's thighs. As Steve's hand moved up toward his crotch Mike's legs fell open. Lisa smiled to herself and thought this is going to be easier than I thought. 

Steve quickly lowered the zipper on Mike's pants, undid the belt, and the snap. He pulled the pants open and there in Mike's shorts was a nice tent. Steve outlined the erection through Mike's shorts and Mike let out an audible moan. 

Steve moved around and straddled Mike's lap and then kissed Mike as he pulled Mike's shirt down. Mike kept his mouth clothed but soon let his lips part to receive Steve's probing tongue. As the two men kissed Steve took off his shirt and went back to caressing Mike's nipples. 

Slowly began to kiss his way down Mike's body until he got to the waistband of Mike's slacks. He pulled off slacks and shorts in one motion. Then quickly removed Mike's socks. Mike opened his eyes and couldn't believe the situation. He sat naked in front of his wife while another man was having sex with him. He was starting to move when Steve lowered his head and sucked gently on the tip of Mike's cock. Any thoughts Mike had of getting up ran away as Steve sucked and licked his cock and balls. 

As Steve worked on Mike, Steve had lowered his own pants and removed them. Mike opened his eyes to see Lisa with her blouse and bra pulled up and her pants around her ankles, masturbating as she watched the two men. 

Steve stood and lowered Mike on back and then climbed on him in a 69 position. Mike was now looking directly into Steve's erection. As Mike was debating what to do Steve's lips closed around his cock once again. Mike sighed, closed his eyes, and took Steve's cock into his mouth. He sucked and licked Steve's cock as he liked having it done to himself. 

The two men really began to get into it now. Their hands roaming over each other's bodies. Sucking, licking, and moaning, filled the room. Mike took a quick glance sideways and he was his wife beginning her orgasm. He watched her finger stroke furiously across her swollen clit and hear her grunt in satisfaction. Then he went back to sucking on Steve's cock.

Soon Mike began to feel the unmistakable feelings of impending orgasm. He also knew that Steve would be getting to that point as well and he wondered what he would do when Steve started to spurt. How could he drink another man's cum? Wouldn't it be disgusting? But then he thought of the many times he had gone down on Lisa after he had cum in her and he tasted his won creamy cum. As he was thinking about it suddenly Steve let out a muffled groan and Mike tasted the first salvo of Steve's cum. Wave after wave hit him and then it was his turn. 

He let go and his cock spasmed in orgasmic release. Both men's hips bucked as they filled each other's mouths with their cum. Then the contractions stopped and both men relaxed. The room was filled with quiet breathing as all three returned to their senses. Steve got up, got dressed, said good-bye and left. Now Mike and Lisa were all alone. She was not sure how he would react so she just waited. 

He stared at her for a few moments and then smiled. She smiled back and he said, "You know, next year my team will win. I just hope you like the taste of pussy as much as I enjoyed that cock."



The Bet



There, everything is ready and as the doorbell rings, I finished just in time. I open the door to find my sexy woman leaning against the frame, looking very sensuous.

"How can I help you?" I ask coyly, playing along with her.

She laid her hand upon my chest pushing me back into the house firmly though not too hard.

"I can think of many ways you can help me, Mister. The first entails taking that sexy body and holding it against me." she said in her most sultry voice.

How could I not comply with such a wonderful offer? I immediately pulled her close as she kicked the door closed with a thump. Our lips meshed perfectly. She was so hot today, her tongue delved deeply into my mouth. I felt myself getting hard just from her kiss and the wonderful feeling of her body pressing and moving against mine. I felt the world constricting down to the wonderful feelings and emotions passing between us. The way I feel when I'm in her arms is indescribable and I know it is the same for her.

Just before I totally lost focus, I remembered the entire plan for our day. I slowly walked backwards, never losing the kiss, never letting go of her body. I saw her eyes open in surprise and questioning when she felt us turn toward the kitchen rather than just to the couch. I pressed my tongue against hers and pulled her pelvis hard against mine and her eyes fluttered closed in acceptance of my lead. Finally, after a very slow walk with only a couple of bumps and giggles, I had her positioned exactly as I wanted her to be. I pulled back for air just as I felt her legs contact the kitchen table. Again, her eyes opened in wonderment. My eyes bored into hers as I slowly sank to the floor at her feet, my head tilting up maintaining eye contact. Then, I pressed my face into the soft fabric of her skirt, just barely covering her mons.

"Oh, yessss, please..." she moaned in response to my face pressing into her crotch.

I quested with my hands, quickly found and immediately secured both ankles into the pre-positioned ankle cuffs I had tied to the table legs. Her eyes flew open for the third time and her mouth opened to speak. Before she had I chance I put my hand over her mouth to silence her. I then started opening her shirt, exposing her lacy purple bra. I love this set, it goes so well with her complexion. Her moan of approval let me know she was enjoying herself, and she still didn't have any idea what was in store for her. I then unfastened her skimpy sexy skirt and rather than pushing it downward I pulled it up over her head. I was a bit more difficult; however, I did not want to free her ankles. I stepped back from her and admired her gorgeous body, scantily clad in her lacy purple bra and thong. Her legs were beautifully capped with the padded ankle cuffs and her tall spike heels. Just the view of her made my heart pound. However, it wasn't time for my satisfaction...not yet.

I moved back into her body, taking her in my arms and pushing her down onto the table. I moved a small pillow under her head at the opposite edge, and then moved her around a bit so that her head was at one edge of the table and her knees at the other. She started to sit back up and I firmly pushed her back down. I grabbed the strap I had affixed to the other two legs and tied her torso down leaving her arms free. I stood back up admiring my handy work.

"Dear, as you may recall, you lost the last bet and I have chosen today to collect." I started.

We have developed a game between us, where we bet on things, with the wager being a "day" of servitude by the loser to the winner. The winner gets to decide the date and all details of repayment. We have both become quite imaginative in this game. I knew just telling her of the game like this would put her in the right frame of mind.

"Today I have a few friends coming over to watch the game. You will stay here until I decide how you will best serve." I said with a bit of a wicked smile.

"How best can I serve you, Master? You can free me, I will be good, I promise." she replied immediately falling into role.

"Not yet, you have to wait. Perhaps if you behave well, you will be freed. Until I'm ready though, you will stay right here." I said sternly.

I watched her nipples harden as she settled into her captive role. Her luscious body started to draw me back in and my hand, of its own volition, traveled to her pussy to see how much she was enjoying this first stage of the game. Her heat and moistness was the perfect thermometer of her temperament. As I felt myself responding to her soft moans of pleasure, the doorbell jarred me back to reality.

"Behave, not a sound from you, or you will regret it!" I commanded as I closed the kitchen door to get the front door.

I saw through the window adjoining the door the first two had arrived. I was terrifically nervous with what I had planned. I thought again of the friends I had invited, and assured myself that all would go just perfectly. I looked around at the food and drink I had out, everything was set, so I opened the door...let the party begin. I showed my pals the beer, soda, water and array of munchies I had set out. And then the other three arrived so we were in full swing. A few minutes later the pre-game chatter consumed everyone's attention, then the game came on. 

I found my mind wandering back to a particularly exquisite sight that had nothing at all to do with the game. It was the sight of my beautiful friend tied down to my kitchen table. I was so wrapped up in my inner vision that I missed the first score until my friends yelling jarred me back to reality. I noticed the chips where getting low. I thought I had put out enough to last at least the first half. I mumbled that I'd be right back, and I made my way back into the kitchen. I barely opened the door, making it look like I was glued to the game; however, in reality I could barely suppress my desire to continue my tease.

"You are being very good, very quiet. Perhaps things will go well for you later." I whispered into her ear.

I then covered her lips with mine enjoying the supple feeling of our lips together. Our tongues snaked together though out now open mouths, desire obvious, hunger just being teased by the sensuous kiss. My hand slid over her warm skin, from her shoulder, down over her breast, across her luscious stomach, down until my hand rested on her mons, with my finger pressing the thin purple fabric into her clit and damp pussy. I enjoyed her moan into my mouth as my tease heightened her pleasure. Her arms encased me, pulling me closer, tighter, in response to her expanding desire.

I, however, knew I had to get back to the game, or my friends would come looking for me and the chips. I definitely didn't want that to happen. I reluctantly pulled away from her grasping hands, her questing lips, her melting pussy. Very very reluctantly I pulled away.

I grabbed the chips, motioned with my hand for her to remain silent, and I went back to fill the chip bowl and watch the game. Luckily no one noticed how long it took me to get back. I never really got back into the game. All I could think about was the feel of her lips and tongue against mine, the feel of her skin as my hand slid over her, and the wonderful wetness seeping through her thong. I knew how much she enjoyed being bound and teased. Often times we get more animated than this. And that was exactly my plan. I want her to need my touch so very much that a breath of air would just about set her off.

The first quarter was over, our team was ahead, though just barely, and everything was right with the world. I came up with another excuse to go into the kitchen, as everyone else was discussing the strengths and weaknesses of both our team and the opponent. I threw in a few thoughts, just to show some interest, then popped back into the kitchen.

Her face was riveted on the door as I came through. She did very good in being quiet. I was very impressed, she usually can't hold out so very long. I think the crowd in the next room helped her keep quiet. Her eyes followed me as I traversed the kitchen, letting my hand slide along her outstretched body. Enjoying the feel of her, enjoying more the way she tried to grab me to increase the contact. I pointedly looked at her pussy, noticing how wet she was.

"Mmmmm, my kitten how wet you are. What could you be thinking about as you lay her all alone? Are you getting hungry? Maybe I'll feed you something on my next visit, if you continue to be so very good." I purred into her ear.

Then I went back out. The quarter had started and we were backed up practically against the goal, 4th and very long. Oh well, all I cared about was the lovely wet woman in the kitchen. It was getting harder and harder to sit still, to even see the game. I found myself not even hearing my buddies around me I was becoming so distracted. A few minutes later, I had come up with yet another excuse for escaping into the kitchen.

The look in her eyes was fabulous. She looked like the cat that got the milk as she saw me come back in so soon. She knew my desire matched hers and she hoped I was about to give her a snack. I didn't want to disappoint her, so I quickly unzipped my pants and went over to her head as I pulled myself out. She practically went cross-eyed watching my crown moving toward her ruby lips. Her tongue snaked out to shorten the trip. I was moving too slowly for her, because her arms shot around my waist and pulled me close, engulfing my cock-head in one quick movement. She moaned in delight, knowing that would enhance the feeling for me a thousand fold. I couldn't stay, no matter how much I wanted to. I quickly pulled against her arms and the suction of her mouth and I literally popped out of her mouth. She almost cried out as I moved away. A stern look stopped her voice.

"Soon my kitten, you will be purring like never before. Just continue to be good and you will not believe the wonderful reward I have for you. The game is almost half over. Not too very much longer." I whispered to from just out of arms reach. 

I quickly forced my hard cock back into my pants, hooked the head behind my belt to lessen my obvious arousal, and went back in to watch the game. This time I had not been discrete enough. They were looking at me and John started the jeering. Then as good friend always do, they all started in. I checked out the game clock and found that I had been gone for much longer than I had thought. I sat down amid all the heckling and took it. I found I had to placate them or they'd all go rushing into the kitchen to see why I kept sneaking off.

"Dudes, I have something special for all of you...just be patient." I told them in quiet tones. 

That and a great pass and long run turned their attention back to the game. My mind was wandering back into the kitchen again and it was decidedly difficult to sit down. I endured though, and soon enough the half was over. As the teams were exiting the field I stood up and went over to the kitchen door. 

I opened it enough so I could see her face, looking intently at me, as I said "I have prepared a very special dessert for all of us, kind of as a half time feeding frenzy. Who's hungry?"

They all roared their approval, as they know I'm a great cook. I, however, was looking for her reaction and it was priceless. The look on her face was such a wonderful mix of emotions. I pulled the door wide as the gang came forward.

I had chosen very carefully the group I had invited today. They are all married or engaged, all wild open minded men I've known long enough to try this. They have all met Deanna and had separately told me how lucky I was to be with such a beautiful woman. And most importantly, Deanna had told me that she lusted after them as well. For a previous wager, we had invited a third into our love play that she had picked up when we went dancing. It was a fabulously interesting night. Afterward, we were talking about how it went and she confessed to desiring to be ravished by a whole crowd of men. Thus, the event for today. That was months ago, and I expect that because I never brought the subject back up she thought it a dead issue. She was soooo wrong.

I watched her body become intensely hot and the guys reactions to her splayed out very carefully as they filed through the door. George was the first through and he looked like someone had hit him on the head with a board, so complete was his shock. Fred was the first to react positively. His eyes lit up and mouth dropped open in obvious desire. Pete paused for a moment, looked at me for conformation that this was real. He obviously got whatever he needed when our eyes met, because he then went right over to Deanna and started kissing her. Tom came through and seeing Pete moving toward beautiful Deanna, followed close on his heels to stake out his piece of this dessert. Lastly was the gentle giant Bill. He came through, laughed out loud as he spied Deanna tied down to the table over Tom's head, slapped me on the back and also went directly over to Deanna.

I noticed that George was still standing aside so I went over to him. 

I explained to all of them that "This was a long time fantasy of Deanna's that I wanted to fulfill for her. Anything that goes on here today will not be discussed with anyone outside of this group! And any further liaison with Deanna will only be done through me, as long as she and I are a couple, which as we are engaged, I expect to be for a very long time. Do you all agree? And if any of you are not comfortable, feel free to either, go back and watch the half-time show, or leave, as long as you promise to keep the trust."

They all agreed, and now that George found out that while Deanna was tied up, it is of her own desire, he seemed to relax and started to become quite aroused at the scene in front of him.

I went over to Deanna, interrupting Pete for a minute. 

"Deanna dear, you may now speak or moan, or cry out as you desire." I said.

"Mmmmm, thank you very much, Sir. Now where were we?" Deanna replied with hungry look in her eye.

That one phrase started an incredible feeding frenzy. Everyone seemed to divide up the prostrate Deanna and started licking/eating her at once. Pete went back to her luscious lips and tongue. Fred staked out her other end by nestling himself between her legs. I watched him slide his tongue along the thin very wet fabric covering her ultimate prize then push the fabric aside and get down to business of seriously satisfying his hunger on her pussy and clit. Tom and Bill took a breast apiece and started each providing their own service. After about 30 seconds, Deanna screamed out in reaction to the total body intimacy going on. Never have I seen her so totally aroused. If she wasn't tied to the table she would have hit the floor due to the incredible writhing. 

Pete came up for air and I noticed his lip was bleeding. Deanna had obviously bit him. He wasn't deterred in any way. As a matter of fact, I saw he was about to take his own pleasure to the next level. Deanna's eyes were alternatively clamping shut as she neared another orgasm in an express train of sequential orgasms and flying open to decide what she wanted next. She noticed Pete unbuckling his belt and she reached over to help him open his pants. She was so very hungry. In mere moments she was licking his hardening cock and sucking it into her mouth.

Her hands then took on a life of their own, questing after the two men suckling at her breasts. Her hands started caressing and teasing their crotches with the obvious intent of having two hands full of meat to compliment her mouthful. Her attention was soon rewarded as both men were unable to withstand her repeated caresses and attempts to pull their pants off without care about fasteners.

I looked over at George. He still had a stunned look on his face, however, it was accompanied by the most intense desire I've ever seen. His cock was obviously straining for attention. It was at that moment that I realized as old as George was, I don't think he's ever had anyone give him head. He was completely fixated on Deanna's mouth stroking Pete's cock, in a way that displayed intense desire to have the same done to him. He pulled out his thick very hard meat and slid it against Deanna's shoulder as if he was in a trance. When Deanna noticed his cock next to her head she added a squeal of delight to all the other vocalizations she was making. She moved Pete's purpling head out of her mouth and engulfed George's. Then she sucked most of it deeply into her mouth. After a couple of pumps, she went back to Pete's. 

I was amazed at all that was going on. I myself was rock hard, and was not going to jump into the midst of this, at least not right now. I surveyed the scene and noticed that Fred had had enough of eating my beautiful woman, and was ready to see if he can fill her up. In one smooth movement his pants were at his feet and his head pushing her drenched labia apart. 

Deanna let out a totally animalistic scream of orgasm as Fred pressed into her. I noticed cum flooding from around his cock and knew that she had just had one of her impressive explosive orgasms. Fred didn't know what hit him, and to his surprise was cumming himself. I've experienced this with Deanna, and know that the combination of her clenching pussy muscles and ejaculate would make a professional cum instantly. He seemed disappointed that he was done so fast. I went over and suggested that he move somewhere else and give someone else a chance. He decided that since she drained him so quickly and drenched him so completely he'd give her a chance to clean him up. Surprisingly, he chose George to take his place. George declined, saying he could stay right where he was until he died of old age. This was the most fantastic experience of his life. Pete, however, quickly jumped at the opportunity presented, and with a jeer at Fred's in ability to control himself, stationed himself between Deanna's taught legs.

It was fun to watch Deanna react to Fred's pussy tasting cock. I also know how much she loves to taste herself, and other woman's cum, when it's coating a cock, hard or soft. She had enough presence of mind to not become fixated on Fred and forget George. She kept going back and forth between the two cocks, one soft and glistening with her cum and one hard glistening with his pre-cum and her saliva.

My eyes finally made their way to the two in the middle. I watched her hands spasmodically stroking and pulling at the two hard cocks she entrapped tightly. They were both attacking her nipples and breasts in different manners, one with bites and pulls with his teeth and the other softly with his lips and tongue. I expected the diversity was the reason she ejaculated so quickly and completely. 

My eyes were diverted by another blood curdling scream, and a soft oath of frustration. Deanna had defeated a second "cummer." I think Pete may have had about two full strokes before Deanna climaxed and dragged him over with her. 

Pete chuckled and said as a good sport, "Next victim!"

Through her orgasmic fog Deanna heard Pete and I think she tried to chuckle but was overwhelmed by the cocks in her mouth. The next event was George. He was obviously approaching his own orgasm and wanted Deanna's undivided attention at least for a minute or so. His comment to her got it!

"Oh, my God, this is my first oral orgasm; please keep it up, just like that." George moaned.

Deanna squealed in delight as she realized what this was for George, and with a quick comment to Fred, she concentrated on George. She wanted to milk him completely so again she sucked him deeply into her mouth. He started rocking into her, and her moans encouraged more. He moaned how he was almost there. Suddenly, he went stiff as a board from head to foot and then with a spasm that wracked his whole body he came. She was laughing in delight as she swallowed as quickly as possible. It wasn't quite fast enough as cum oozed from the corners of her mouth. She never released him, milking him with her very talented tongue, lips and mouth. In the end, George went all over limp. I quickly helped him to a chair before he hit the floor. The look of complete happiness George had on his face was mirrored by Deanna as she licked the final drips back into her mouth. 




The Bet



She took the cock she already had in hand and moved it to her mouth. She was completely insatiable with all this cock around her. She had Bill's cock now poised to go into her mouth just as she was speared by Tom. These were the last two left and she wanted them to fill her simultaneously. She tilted her head way back so Bill could fuck her mouth just like Tom was going to fuck her pussy. The two of them are ultimate jokers and they teased Deanna until she was begging them both to fill her. Suddenly, she got her wish as both of them thrust forward impaling her from both ends. She was effectively spitted from both ends. Her moans of encouragement drove Bill wild, and her muscular and active pussy did the same for Tom. It was incredible as the two of them alternated from pounding her together, in together totally filling her, then pulling back together until she was almost empty, again and again. She must be getting tired because she hadn't driven Tom over the edge yet. 

Then I went over to her and pinched both of her nipples hard. That did it. She screamed out and flooded Tom, driving him to orgasm. And the vibration of the scream, muffled by Bill's cock in her mouth, drove him over the top. She got her wish as both of them were cumming in her at the same time, one right after the other. 

I hadn't noticed, yet the others had already left the kitchen. I heard water running in the bathroom and heard voices. I heard snippets, like "holy fuck, that was weird," "weird, that was incredible," "that was once in a life time" and other such comments.

The last two shuddered to their completion and with huge smiles made their way to the bathroom as well. I went over to Deanna and looked at her ravished body. There were some bite marks and hickeys around her breasts, and she was coated in perspiration and cum. I reached down to un-strap her from the table when I was grabbed hard and pulled into the most incredible bear hug she's ever given me. She kissed me deeply, sliding her tongue into my mouth to share all of the tastes in there. 

When the kiss finally ended she said "I am yours forever, master. You can do anything you want, any time you want. You have given to me the most ultimate gift, a gift beyond accounting, a gift fit only for a goddess. You have given me my ultimate fantasy."

I kissed her one more time then continued to un-strap her from the table. She was so worn out she could not make her limbs move, could not even lift herself into a sitting position. I scooped her up into my arms and gently carried her into the master bedroom laying her down and covering her up. 

"Sleep now, I'll see you in a few hours with dinner, and my own dessert." I said softly to her.

She was asleep before I had crossed the room. I softly closed the door and made my way back to the living room. Everyone was standing around, looking like they didn't know what to do or to say. I noticed that there was only a couple minutes left in the game, and our favorite team was winning. 

I gestured to the TV, saying "it looks like we are winners all around. Just so you all know, you were all carefully chosen by Deanna and I. We wanted to include you in this once in a lifetime event because she finds all of you attractive, I like you all and most of all, we believe we can all trust in your judgment to keep this to yourselves. This did not happen. If word of it comes out, we both will deny it. We don't want to ruin anyone's relationships, including our own. Please take this for the gift it was, a gift to each of you and your gift to us."

At that moment our team made an exceptional pass, and a huge run. It immediately engrossed the six of us and we were yelling for them to go, run it in. And they did. Amidst all the cheering, I knew it would be okay. They would keep this to themselves. If asked they would proclaim this the best football party they'd ever been too, extol us as exceptional hosts, and would tell of the great game. And that's all.

After the game, we all parted as we always did, with loads of back slapping and hand shaking. George said the next party was at his house. Everyone looked at him intently and he immediately piped up that it would be to watch the game ONLY! We all laughed and parted as friends, perhaps a bit closer than before that game started, and friends none the less.

Whistling I started cleaning up the left over food. Carrying a huge load of bowls and detritus into the kitchen I saw the bonds still lying around the table. A drying pool of cum on the edge of the table and the floor, and in my minds eye I saw it all again. I smiled widely as I dragged a chair to the fridge. Climbing up I moved some boxes and removed my last gift to myself. I popped the tape out and went back into the living room. Pushing the tape into the VCR, I then rewound the tape. As I pushed play, I was wondering what she was doing when she was all alone in the kitchen... 



The Bet



So, I get into trouble in school. What kid doesn't? I'm 18, about to graduate, so what's the big deal. How am I gonna learn if I don't make mistakes? 

Well, at least argument works on Daddy...

I got caught after school today in one of the storage rooms with two of the guys from the football team. They literally had their pants down. I was jerking off the one and sucking off the other. I lost a bet and had to pay up, right? Well, one of the custodians came in and caught us. He didn't wait for an explanation or an offer to do the same for him. He just dragged us all down to the principal's office.

"Shit!" I was thinking. I don't need this kind of trouble. I may be a trouble-maker, but I do have plans to go to college. My grades are good and I don't usually get into that much trouble.

So, down to the office we go. The guys were almost crapping their pants. Not that any man would give them a hard time about what they were receiving...I do have to say that I am worth looking at. I had my shirt unbuttoned and my bra pushed up over my 36Cs as I was squatting on the floor with one dick in my mouth and another in my left hand. My uniform skirt was riding up, obviously, so my red, lace thong (definitely not part of the uniform) and the wet spot barely covering my pussy was exposed. I'm sure the custodian got an eyeful. *wink*

We were all decently covered while the custodian (whose name I totally forgot) went in to see Mr. Baines, the principal. The office was empty at this point. It was already after 4 and even the after-school clubs and sports were winding down for the day. I couldn't imagine sitting there with the secretaries staring at me. I'd be labeled the slut and the boys I was with would get nothing more than a smirk...they're football players, after all. This sort of behavior is expected from them, right?

I did feel kinda bad, though. They had both been really excited and neither of them were finished when we were so rudely interrupted.

So, after a couple of minutes, Mr. Baines sticks his head out of his door. He looked at all three of us slowly, in that calculated way that teachers just know is going to make any student squirm. Well, he called both knuckleheads in first and left me sitting out there, alone. And the custodian never came out.

In this day and age when everyone is so worried about appearances, I did wonder why they would take the guys in first and leave me alone in the lobby, waiting to be seen and punished by myself. There should be someone else in the office on my side, right? I'm a girl and I could always claim sexual harassment. But I knew I never would do that. Like I said, I'm a trouble maker and I'm always looking for a new adventure. I was curious to see how this was all going to pan out.

After about five minutes, the football players come out, looking as if they had been castrated, cut from the team, or sent to Siberia. They barely looked at me as they grabbed their bags and ran out.

"Well, that's one bet I probably won't have to pay in full," I thought.

Mr. Baines came to the door and told me that it was my turn to step into his office.

I have to admit, I was a little nervous. I worried that he would call my mom. Both of my parents take an interest in my life, but Daddy was going to be much easier to handle in this situation. I knew that for a fact. 

So I walked in and was told to sit down. It was one of those cheap, vinyl-covered institutional chairs with metal arms that can be found in any school office or break-room. It was a little cold, too, because my skirt rode up a bit in the back as I sat. I tried to look as innocent as possible, in my little school uniform, buttoned-up white blouse (never mind the red of my bra showing through the light fabric), sensible saddle shoes, and white socks.

"So, Delaney, tell me what happened? Did they force you?" asked Mr. Baines. There was something in the way he looked when he asked that made me think for a second before I answered. I could have taken the "poor, innocent, girl" who was taken advantage of...but somehow I knew Mr. Baines wouldn't buy it. I opted to tell the truth.

"I lost a bet," I said. "I always pay my bets. I'm not a tease."

I looked him straight in the eye as I said this, and I opened my legs slightly. I knew that would make my skirt rise up a little bit, and frankly, I wanted my pussy to breathe. I was wet and horny and this little interview could go one of two ways. Either way, I needed a little air.

I was aware of the custodian little off to the side and a little behind me. He was staring me down and taking in every word. Maybe he was regretting not giving me a chance to pay him off. Served him right. He saw what he could have had.

"So," said Mr. Baines, "you are perfectly aware of what you were doing?"

"Absolutely," I said. "I was aware and I was enjoying myself." With this, I threw a leg over the arm of my chair. This caused the skirt to ride up and show the tiniest hint of red lace. I leaned back in my seat and smiled. What was he going to do? He was either going to yell at me, threaten to call home, and give out some sort of punishment, or he was going to demand a blowjob himself. It wasn't much of a gamble...I was pretty sure I would get off with a warning and a demand for at least a handjob. Maybe I was a little too sure of myself, though. I didn't expect what came next.

"Stand up and come over here," barked Mr. Baines.

Just his tone of voice surprised me, and I jumped to my feet and did exactly what I was told.

"You are aware that we have certain rules at this institution and that those rules are put in place for a reason, don't you Delaney?"

"Yes," I said.

"YOU WILL ANSWER WITH A 'YES SIR' OR A 'YES MR. BAINES' WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION!" he yelled. There was actually a vein sticking out of his temple. I have to admit, I was scared.

"Yes, Mr. Baines," I stammered, very softly.

"YES WHAT?" he yelled again.

"Yes, Mr. Baines," I said with more certainty this time. I really had no idea where this was going. I do think that the custodian was smirking and I'll be willing to bet that he had one hell of a hardon at that point, though.

"That's better," Mr. Baines said. "You will lift your skirt up, bare your ass, and lean over my lap."

I was stunned. What did he want me to do? I just stood there, frozen.

"YOU WILL NOT HESITATE WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING! YOU WILL DO IT!" 

I just jumped. I had never been ordered around like this. I don't think anyone had ever even raised a voice to me before. I didn't think, but just did as I was told.

I raised my skirt, showing my red, lace thong, and I bent over Mr. Baines' lap. It was not comfortable being there. I had to brace myself with my hands. 

His right arm came down over my back and locked me in place while he placed his left hand softly on my ass. He began to caress it.

"Certain girls have to be taught a lesson," he said, almost soothingly. "You can't just wantonly give out what every man wants to take. You have to be more selective with your favors. Otherwise people will know that you're nothing but a slut. Nothing but a filthy WHORE!"

With that, he raised his hand up and brought it down with a hard SMACK right on my right ass cheek.

"OUCH!" I yelped. And I probably jumped. He lightly caressed the spot he had just hit, but he continued to hold me down with the other arm. I couldn't get up. I couldn't move. But, I have to admit, I didn't want to move.

"I know you want to be a good girl," he continued. 

SMACK

"I know you want to do what's right"

SMACK

"You just need help learning how to be that good girl."

SMACK

"I know you are a little slut, but you have to be careful who sees that."

SMACK

"Be happy it was Bill here who caught you and not Mrs. O'Keefe or one of the other secretaries." He was right about that. Those old biddies would make my last few weeks before graduation a living hell...and it wouldn't matter if they called my mother or not. She would just hear about it through the gossip grapevine.

SMACK

And so the lecture continued a little while longer. He called me a whore, a slut, a bitch, a tease and told me that what he was doing was only for my own good. He said he didn't get any pleasure out of my punishment, but I knew better. I could feel him get hard while I was sprawled on his lap like that. 

I liked what he was doing and I wanted to take it further, so I spread my legs as far as they could go and I began rubbing my now-drenched pussy into his leg. I'm sure my wetness soaked his pants. He didn't stop spanking me and I didn't stop rubbing for a little while. 

Eventually, when his arm got tired and when my ass was probably as red as my panties, Mr. Baines did stop and he helped me stand up and gain my balance. He had me hold up my skirt and keep my back to Bill the custodian so that he could evaluate the redness for Mr. Baines. 

Still, Bill said nothing, but he must have nodded his approval. Mr. Baines smiled and told me to face Bill. There he was. He was still sitting on the side cabinet, hadn't moved, except to unzip his pants and pull out his hard cock. He was rubbing the shaft up and down in a regular, slow rhythm. I was mesmerized by the site. 

I heard a zipper behind me and realized that Mr. Baines was probably setting himself up the same way Bill had. 

"Well," I thought to myself, "I started out with boys and I'm going to end up with men. Not a bad way to end the school day."

"Take off your shirt and skirt," Mr. Baines said. I listened. I was beginning to really enjoy his idea of punishment. And all the time I was undressing, I kept my eyes on Bill rubbing his hard cock. 

"Go to the other side of the desk and turn around slowly. We want to look at you," said Mr. Baines.

So I did as I was told. I walked around and stood in the middle of the floor, between the desk and the vinyl chair and the coffee table and couch on the other side of it. It wasn't a big office, but there was still plenty of room. I began to turn clockwise. When I had made one full rotation, Mr. Baines told me to take off my bra. All I had on were my thong, knee socks and saddle shoes. I had kept my hair down that day, so it was skimming just past my shoulders. It was auburn brown and framed my face in a pretty way. 

I knew the two men in front of me were enjoying the site just by the way they were both stroking their rock hard dicks. Bill was breathing a bit heavy, but he hadn't changed his rhythm. Mr. Baines was also moving slow, but I had a feeling he at least was going to do more than beat off just looking at me.

"Take off your thong then go sit on the couch, facing me, and play with your clit," said Mr. Baines, still in that soothing voice.

I followed his orders. I sat on the couch, half crouching on it, spread my legs, and fingered myself. It felt good and I was dripping. My ass was a bit sore from my spanking, but the cold vinyl of the couch made it feel a little better. 

To give the men a better view and to just be more comfortable, I put my feet up on the coffee table and spread my legs a bit more. I was now matching stride with the two men who were jerking off in front of me. I was looking at Mr. Baines, directly in his eyes. I don't think either of us blinked. We just masterbated. The only sound in the room was the slight rustle of their hands on their shafts and the moist sound that my pussy was making as I ran my fingers in and out of my snatch, up and down on my clit, and even into my puckered asshole. 

I didn't know whether Mr. Baines was eventually going to fuck me or if he just wanted to get off while watching me. Either way, it felt too good to stop and I was really hoping he wouldn't break the spell he cast with his eyes. 

I began to writhe on that couch. My breathing was coming in shorter gasps. I was trying to keep quiet, though I don't know why. Mr. Baines' earlier yelling and then the spanking he gave me were quite loud. Anyone who was around in the hall would have to have heard everything. Still, I was starting to buck onto my hand while trying to stay quiet. 

"I'm going to cum," I managed to gasp.

"Good," said Mr. Baines.

I was bucking now. I couldn't have slowed down or stopped if I wanted to. Stroking myself while these two men watched was too much for me. There was only one other person who ever made me do this for him, and he was going to hear about this when I got home. If I didn't get a good fucking in this office, I knew I wouldn't have to wait long once I told Daddy the story. He loved hearing about the boys and men I fucked and sucked. He spanked me too when he thought I had been a slut. Too bad I didn't know that the principal of my school, Mr. Baines, liked little girls earlier. My four years of high school would have been more enjoyable.

I came hard, right there on the vinyl couch in that office. I couldn't hold it in anymore and I moaned so loud I could probably have been heard on the football field. Just thinking of being watched, thinking of my Daddy's excitement later on...just forced that orgasm out of me. 

When I was finished and I opened my eyes, Mr. Baines was in front of me. His pants and shoes were gone, and he was unbuttoning his shirt. His cock was still rock hard and pointing right at me. My feet were still propped up on the coffee table and Bill the custodian was still jerking off where he sat, eyes glued to us.

"Suck it," Mr. Baines demanded.

I did as I was told. I ran my tongue over the shaft to get it wet, and then I took him as far as I could into my mouth. As I pumped up and down, I ran my tongue along the head and in the hole. Mr. Baines rocked in and out of my mouth, making his thrusts harder and faster. 

"You're a good little cocksucker," he said. "This is part of your punishment. You're going to suck my cock until I tell you to stop, you little slut."

He pulled my hair and dragged my head down so that the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, making me gag. 

"Mmmm. Suck it, bitch!" 

I wrapped my arms around his waist, clutching his ass with my fingers, and pushing my fingernails into his flesh. He kept pumping, in and out, enjoying the sounds I made as I gagged. He called me names, told me how much he enjoyed fucking my face, and that this was only the beginning. I would have to serve detention the same way, every day, after school, for the next two weeks. I would have to suck his cock and the cocks of anyone else who was in the office.

"Except for Bill's," Mr. Baines said. "Bill just watches."

The prospect of detention this way made me suck harder. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to swallow everything he could force down my throat. But he suddenly stopped before that could happen.

"Turn around, on your knees, slut," he ordered. 

At this, Bill came down from his perch, pants around his ankles and cock still in his hand. He just came closer to get a better view of the show.

I was facing the couch, on my hands and knees, ass in the air, when Mr. Baines rammed his dick into my pussy. I was dripping and his cock was still slippery from me sucking it. He rammed in and out, smacking my ass while he pumped, riding me like some wild animal. I came again, hard, on his cock. All the while he was calling me names, telling me what a cock-sucking whore I was, teaching me a lesson about who deserves me as their slut. 

But just like when I was sucking on his dick, he stopped abruptly, and pulled out. Was he going to jack off on me?

I didn't have to wait long to find out what was going to happen next. He fingered my pussy, and then shoved his lubed-up digits into my asshole.

"Every slut loves to be ass-fucked," said Mr. Baines, as he rammed his rod into my tight little hole.

Now I really screamed. I'd been fucked in the ass plenty of times, but never so roughly. I was loving it, but it hurt. I began to rock back into him, meeting every thrust with one of my own. I knew he was close. Even Bill, standing above us, was beginning to show signs that he might cum soon.

Both men were grunting and pumping hard – Mr. Baines in and out of my ass and Bill in and out of his hand. 

When he exploded, I could feel Mr. Baines' cum in me, all warm, filling up my ass. That feeling always makes me cum, and this time was no exception. I had been meeting him, every hard thrust with one of my own. He collapsed on top of me when he was finished, while I was still cumming...and Bill was done soon after that. He shot his load onto my back, getting some in my hair and some on Mr. Baines. 

We stayed like that for what must have been several minutes. We were all trying to catch our breath, panting hard.

Bill moved first. He pulled a roll of paper towels out from under the table where the coffee pot was and proceeded to wipe of Mr. Baines and then me. When he was finished he began to dress while Mr. Baines and I pulled apart. 

While Mr. Baines too began to dress, I stood there, still in my socks and shoes, waiting to hear what would happen next. Mr. Baines looked at me, smiled, and told me I was a good slut and that detention was done for the day. 

"I expect you back here at 4 tomorrow," he said with a warning look.

I looked down, clasped my hands in front of me, and said, "Yes Mr. Baines."

"You may get dressed and go." And I was dismissed.

As I walked to the student parking lot toward my car, I could feel myself getting wet again. I knew I was late getting home. I knew my mother would be out and that Daddy would be mad at me. I couldn't wait to tell him about how I had gotten into trouble at school and I wondered what he would think about my detention!



The Bet



Amy and Matt were watching a hockey game one night. They decided to make it more interesting by placing a little wager on the outcome. If Amy's team won, she would be Matt's sex slave for 24 hours. If Matt's team won, he would have to be her slave. Their anticipation mounted as the final seconds ticked off the play clock. 

The final buzzer sounded and Matt turned to Amy with a devilish grin on his face, "Looks as if I own you now slave girl." 

Amy smiled back playfully, "What will you have me do for you, Master?" 

"Not now, your servitude starts Saturday morning," explained Matt.

The next two days seemed to drag on for both of them. 

Friday night, as they lay in bed, Matt leaned over and whispered softly, "Get plenty of rest slave girl, you'll need all your strength tomorrow." He kissed her on the forehead and rolled over. 

Amy laid there; her mind racing wondering what he may have in mind. Her mind turned out several scenarios which were making her very wet. The more she thought about being dominated and giving herself completely to him, the more her groin ached for his touch. She couldn't stand it any longer; she reached under the comforter and started to rub Matt's soft cock. As it started to grow, Matt stirred. 

"What are you doing?" Matt whispered in a sleepy tone. 

"Why wait till tomorrow?" Amy giggled.

"Stop!" Matt demanded, "You have to wait, now go to sleep."

Amy pulled her hand off of his cock and rolled over. She was wondering how she was going to get any sleep being as horny as she was. She couldn't stop the images in her head. She looked at the clock. It was 1:00am, technically it was Saturday, so what was Matt waiting for. 

She couldn't take it any more. Once she heard Matt's soft snoring, letting her know that he was asleep, her hand moved down her body. Her hand reached her swollen clit and her body quivered as she touched it. She started to rub her juices up over her clit. She pushed her fingers deep inside her and felt the throbbing within as she softly moaned, feeling herself about to cum. All of a sudden Matt rolled over, startling her. She quickly pulled her hand away.

"What are you doing?" Matt demanded in a tone that Amy had not heard before.

"Nothing," she whispered trying not to let her breathing give her away.

"Don't lie to me," he said sternly, "You were rubbing your pussy, weren't you." He moved his hand over to touch her wet cunt. "Answer me," he yelled.

"Yeah, so what, you weren't giving me any," she fired back at him.

"Slaves are not aloud to do anything without their Master's orders, do you understand?" he stated firmly.

She thought to herself, "I guess we are playing the game now." "Yes, Master," she said seductively.

"Your not getting off that easily, you are proving to be a most misbehaved slave. Now, turn over." He directed as he switched on the lamp.

"What?" she asked in disbelief.

"Don't fucking question your Master. Now, turn over." He demanded in a tone so firm that Amy was confused just who this person was in front of her.   

She did as he ordered and rolled over on to her stomach. Matt came up beside her and yanked the comforter off of her, exposing her nude body laid out before him.

"Get on all fours," he ordered, "Now!"

Amy did as she was told. The moonlight through the curtains cast a light blue glow across her bare ass. As she tried to turn her head to see what he was doing, he grabbed her head and forced it back so she was facing forward. The first strike on her bare ass made her jump. The next smack stung and she cried out. This did not stop his punishment for her disobedience. Before she could prepare herself for the next blow, it arrived, this time harder. Her cries grew louder as the assault upon her now bright red ass was becoming more frequent and still harder. After 10 spanks, Matt ordered her to lie flat on her stomach. She didn't hesitate. He went to the dresser, she heard some rattling. After what felt like an eternity, he returned to her side. He got on top of her and straddled her back. He pulled her hands behind her back and put cuffs on them.

"Now, let's see you rub that pussy," he laughed, "Go to sleep and remember who is in control." He climbed back into bed next to her and turned off the light.

"Yes, Master," she replied in a timid tone. 

Amy laid there very confused about how this game was to be played. Her ass was throbbing and her cunt was wetter that it had ever been before. After being tormented by images and desire, she finally dozed off.

"Get up, slave," he shouted as he switched on the light bringing the dark room to instant brightness.

Amy glanced at the clock; it was only 7:00am, why was he waking her up so early, she thought to herself.

"I said get up, are you disobeying again?" he questioned in that authoritative tone he had used with her earlier. 

"No Master, but are you going to take these cuffs off now?" she asked.

He didn't answer her, just reached for the cuffs and unlocked them. He told her to use the bathroom if she needed to. When she returned to the bedroom, he ordered her back to the bathroom to run a bath for him. Amy did as she was told and as the tub was filling he entered the bathroom. He stepped into the tub and settled into the warm water. He commanded her to wash his back. She reached for the sponge and knelt next to the tub, the cold porcelain pressing against her bare stomach. She washed his back and chest. He lifted his legs one by one out of the tub so she could wash them. She noticed that the treatment he was receiving was exciting him. He rose up on his knees so that she could wash his swollen cock. As she rubbed the lathered sponge up and down the length of his cock he grew harder and harder. She took a cup of the warm bath water and poured it over his soapy manhood to rinse him clean. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face down to meet his stiffness. She started to lick the top of his dick.

"Suck it," he ordered and pulled her head closer to his cock.

She took him into her mouth and moved him in and out as he directed with his hand behind her head. She could hear his moans of passion that were escaping his lips. As his orgasm mounted, his body began to quiver. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot his juices onto her ample breasts. Amy was so wet; her pussy was aching to be touched, to receive the same treatment she had given him. When he was done he reached down between her legs, feeling the moisture.

"My little slave's pussy is so wet, do you want me to lick your pussy?" Matt asked in a more lightened tone.

"Oh yes, Master, my pussy aches for your touch," she pleaded.

"Well, you have been a good girl but I am not ready to reward you yet," he teased, "maybe later."

"Yes, Master," she replied in a disappointed tone.

He ordered her to go down and make him breakfast. She went toward the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" Matt questioned.

"I was going to get dressed," she answered.

"Did I tell you to get dressed?" he asked firmly.

"No, but..." she started to reply.

"But what, you disobeyed me," he yelled. He rose out of the tub and told Amy to hand him a towel. He wrapped the towel around himself and grabbed her arm. He pulled her into the bedroom and pushed her down so that she was bent over the bed. Her ass was once again at the mercy of her Master.

As Amy braced herself for Matt's forceful hand, he reached under the bed and retrieved a riding crop. He brought the leather crop down onto her ass several times, each time she moaned with pain and pleasure. He then ordered her to go down and make breakfast. She prepared his favorite breakfast. There was something about cooking in the nude that was both weird and exciting at the same time. She called Matt down to breakfast. He came down in a very sexy pair of satin boxers. She hadn't seen the boxers since she purchased them for him 4 years prior. He looked great; she wanted him so bad. She longed to have him in her, filling her. They ate in silence. She was afraid to speak to him unless he instructed her to; her ass was still on fire. They finished eating and he got up from the table instructing her to clean up. 

She finished washing the dishes and was wiping off the table when Matt came back in the room. 

He came up behind her, she tried to turn to face him but he told her to face forward. He grabbed her by the hair and bent her over the table. With his other hand he removed his boxers. Her anticipation was growing; finally she was going to be rewarded. He ran his hand up her inner thigh and over her clit. She felt like she was going to explode. She bucked back toward his erect cock. He smacked her on the ass and told her to stand still or she would get nothing. She did as she was ordered to do. Matt's hand made its way to her wet, slippery lips. He got his finger covered in her juices and moved toward her asshole. When he pushed against her tight hole, she cringed and tightened up her ass. Matt let go of her hair and gave her ass a hard smack, instructing her to stay relaxed. Once again he lubed up his finger and pushed against her asshole. This time he started to enter her. She cried out from the pain. She had never let him go near her asshole before. She was worried about the pain. She was right about the pain to a point. While it hurt as he entered her, it was also turning her on. He wrapped his other hand in her hair again and each time he pushed deeper into her forbidden area, he would pull her hair. A few times she tried to pull away from his intrusion, but he would smack her ass and order her to be still. He finally had made his way all the way into her. He reached down and as he stood up she felt something cold pouring down the crack of her ass to meet his finger. He pulled his finger out a bit and rubbed the liquid onto his finger. Then he pushed back into her. The smell of baby oil in the air gave evidence to the cold liquid. Each time he would pull out he would add more oil and enter again. The pain was gone but the longing to have him in her was stronger than ever. She could hear his breathing changing; she knew that he was beating off as he fingered her ass. The closer he got to his climax the faster he fingered her ass. Just as he announced he was going to cum he pushed his finger deep inside of her and shot his hot cum all over her ass. He removed his finger from her slowly and rubbed his load over her ass with his cock. He told her to go take a shower. She walked slowly up the stairs, as her ass was still sore from the violation. 

She got in the shower and started to wash off. Matt entered the bathroom and pulled open the shower curtain. He sat down on the toilet to watch her. She loved to turn him on by having him watch her masturbate. She started to rub soap on her pussy and massage her clit. He told her to stop that only he was aloud to touch her pussy. Then he pulled out a camera and started taking pictures of her.

"Don't take pictures, Matt, you know I hate the way my body looks," she snapped.

"What did you say to me," he demanded.

"I-I mean, please Master don't take my picture," she restated.

"You do not decide what is done or not done, do you understand?" he lectured.

"Yes, Master," she replied quietly.

"Now for your punishment, turn off the water and step up onto the side of the tub," he instructed calmly.

He told her to turn and face the wall, reach up and grab the curtain rod, and spread her legs wide. She slowly did, as she was told, she knew that she was in for more spankings due to her being insubordinate. When Matt left the room, she was confused. When he didn't quickly return she started wondering what this was all about. Was this her punishment? Time passed and she was getting tired of standing like this. Finally after what felt like an hour, she called out to him. There was no answer and she called out again, promising to be good. This time he came up behind her and she clenched her ass checks and braced for her beating. The first sting of the riding crop took her by surprise and she cried out loud. This time he didn't just smack her ass; he smacked the backs of her thighs and her back. He used the crop to reach between her legs and smack her pussy. The feeling sent shivers through her whole body. He smacked her pussy a few more times making her extremely wet and increasing her moans. He smacked her hard nipples. This was bringing her closer and closer to her long awaited orgasm. Then he stopped and told her to stay just the way she was. Once again, he left the room. Amy didn't know how much more she could take. She was so close to cumming that she felt if anything touched her clit right now she would explode. 

But where was Matt now and how much longer would she have to stay like this? After about another half an hour Matt returned. He ordered her to get down and go downstairs. Amy did as instructed and went to the living room. Matt had opened all of the blinds in the house. When Amy noticed she wondered, why? But she made herself comfortable on the sofa and started to watch television. A few moments later Matt entered the living room wearing shorts. 

"Go make lunch, " he dictated.

"But the windows are open," Amy argued, "and I am naked!"

"I know that. You are a nasty little girl who likes the thought of people watching, well, now they can." Matt explained. "Now get lunch or your punishment will be even more serve. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," her heart was pounding. She looked down at her naked body and swore she could see her heart beating through her pale skin. She walked slowly into the kitchen trying not to be visible. It was hard because Matt had opened the blinds and the windows. It was 1:00 in the afternoon on a Saturday in May. Everyone was outside. Amy prayed that everyone was too busy to notice, though the thought of being watched did excite her a great deal. She fixed lunch taking special care as not to be noticed by the outside world. She called Matt to come and eat. Once more they ate in silence. She sat with her back toward the window. When lunch was over Matt ordered her to clean up and come into the living room when she was done. 

She did as instructed and when she went to sit down on the sofa, Matt told her to sit on the floor. He put his feet in her lap and demanded a foot massage which she did with much care and tenderness? She was guided by Matt's approving moans. She gently took his toes into to her mouth. Tending to each toe with care, not forgetting to massage between his toes with her tongue just the way she liked it. She loved to turn him on and was hoping that she would do a good job and he would reward her with her long awaited orgasm. When she was done, he told her to lie down on the floor. Amy filled with excitement and quickly lay back on the floor and looked longingly into Matt's eyes. He instructed her to spread her legs open, wide. She enjoyed the smile, which appeared on his face, as she slowly let her legs fall open. 

"Now rub your clit," he said as he began to slowly unbutton his shorts. 

She started to rub her already swollen clit, as the juices leaked from her pussy she would wipe it up and smear it over her button. Matt's cock was rock hard in his hand and he was stroking it firmly as he watched her getting herself off. Her rhythm picked up as she rubbed her slit faster and faster. Her moans and movement indicated to Matt that she was about to cum.

"Stop!" he yelled which startled her. She quickly stopped and opened her eyes to see what was wrong. He was still masturbating.

"You're not permitted to cum yet," he stated in a very matter of fact tone, "go sit with your back against the sofa."

Reluctantly, she rose from the floor and positioned herself, leaning back against the sofa. She was so disappointed; she was so close to cumming. Her pussy ached. He was serious; he was not going to let her cum today. "I am going to go crazy," she thought to herself.

Matt came over and positioned himself in front of her. He pulled a small bottle of baby oil out of the pocket of his discarded shorts. It dripped it slowly onto her tits. It was cold and she twitched as each drop hit and then rolled toward her nipples. He took his cock and rubbed the oil all over her breasts. He told her to push her tits together. She obeyed and he entered her cleavage. He pumped his hard dick up and down in her oiled crevice. His groaning indicated to her that he was about to peak. He pulled his dick out and squirted his fluids all over her oily tits. He leaned forward and kissed her softly on her forehead. Matt informed her that it was time to take a shower and clean the oil off. He took her hand and led her up the stairs. She ran the water and started the shower. Amy cleaned her Master and then cleaned herself. She got out of the shower and retrieved a towel to offer her Master. Matt smiled. She knew that she had pleased him. She dried him off and he left the room. She hurried and dried herself and then went looking for him. 

He was waiting for her in the bedroom. He told her that since she had been such a good girl that she could put on some panties and he left the room again. She went to the dresser, picked out a sexy pair of red panties and put them on. She went downstairs looking for him. She found him in the living room. He smiled as she entered the room. She loved when he looked at her like that. She knew that she turned him on and she loved it. She stood still for a moment then slowly turned full circle so he could see all of her. He lowered his eyes and told her to get started on the housework. She stared at him a moment, her mind racing. If she was his sex slave why was he so bent on her doing housework. Why not more sex. When was he going to let her get off? She snapped out of it when he cleared his throat.

"Yes, Master," she replied a tone of disappointment in her voice and headed for the bathroom. She swept and mopped the floor. She cleaned the toilet and straightened up the sink.  As she was putting the toothpaste into the cabinet, she knocked a bottle of aspirin out and unto the floor. 

"What was that," Matt called.

"I dropped a bottle, it's okay," she replied.

"Come here," he demanded. 

She walked into the living room wondering why he wanted to see her.

"Get over here, now," his tone this time was stronger. 

She obeyed. When she reached him, her was a little startled. He actually looked mad.

"Pull down those panties."

"Are you kidding?" she questioned.

"Don't question me, now, get those panties down," he ordered.

She did as he told her. He grabbed her arm and bent her over his knee. She was shocked; it was just a bottle, an accident. Why was he so mad? He smacked her bare ass several times, each time harder than the time before. Each time his hand came down on her she jerked and his grip on her arm got tighter. Then the smack got harder. 

"Next time you will be more careful, won't you?" he questioned.

"Yes, Master," she answered softly.

He let go of her arm and told her to get up and pull up her panties. He ordered her back to work. She went back to the bathroom and rubbed her sore ass. The ass beatings were getting more painful, yet strangely it was still turning her on. She reached between her legs and felt how wet her pussy was again. She closed the door, sat down on the toilet and began to furiously rub her clit. She was just about to get the relief she had longed for all day. The door suddenly opened. There was Matt looking pissed. She quickly pulled her wet hand out of her panties and stood up.

"You just don't learn, do you?" he questioned in a tone that actually frightened her. 

She could feel her face growing hotter. He does know this is just a game, doesn't he? 

"Get the hell out of here and get your ass up those stairs, now!" he screamed, " Get the panties off and wait for me on the bed. You have been really bad this time."




The Bet



She felt the tears welling up in her eyes. She ran past him and up the stairs. She pulled off her panties and threw herself on the bed, trying not to succumb to the tears. She was actually scared of what the punishment would be this time. Maybe she should tell him just to stop. That's what she would do, call it off. But what if he was beyond that. Her mind raced with thoughts of what he would do. She didn't hear his coming. Where was he? The wait was making her crazy. How long was he going to make her wait? Was the uncertainly of what was going to happen next, or the actual punishment making her feel anxious and excited at the same time? She watched the clock waiting to hear his footsteps on the stairs. It was 4:30 p.m., where was he? She wrestled with the thoughts of what he was going to do. She sat there waiting, almost in a panic. This time when she looked at the clock it was 5:00 p.m. It had felt a lot longer than a half-hour. 

Her heart skipped a beat when she heard sounds of him coming up the stairs. He pushed open the door and ordered her to lie down and spread her arms and legs wide open. She did as she was told to do. He moved to the dresser and pulled out the handcuffs. He attached the handcuffs to her wrists and ankles. Then he put a blindfold over her eyes. She felt him attach the cuffs to the four posts of their bed. In the total darkness, Amy's imagination began to run wild. What was he going to do to her? As she was thinking of what was going to happen, she felt a stinging on her inner thigh. Then another blow to her other thigh. There was a pause and in the absolute darkness she could only imagine where he might strike next. Then she suddenly felt a blow to her hard nipple, first one then the other. Then as suddenly as it came on, the stinging blows stopped. She heard the door open and then close. Where did Matt go? 

A few minutes later, the door opened. She felt the bed move beneath her as he climbed onto the bed. He didn't talk to her; he was just there next to her. What was he doing? Why doesn't he just get her punishment over with? Her mind was racing with questions. 

Then she was jerked back to their bedroom as she felt something-extreme cold dripping on her clit. It felt like ice, so cold but yet so exciting. Then the cold was over and she felt Matt's warm breath between her legs. Just as she began to warm up, the cold came again. Over and over this temperature change tormented her to almost climax. Then she felt the ice on her lips as he pushed it into her cunt. He then began to lick the ice and suck it in and out. Her body tensed under his mouth as he feasted on her. He abruptly stopped and Amy was left feeling like a time bomb. He left the room again. She laid there teetering on the edge of oblivion wanting him to return and push her over. She began to slowly slip into a slumber as images of the day flashed before her sightless eyes. Smack, the riding crop slapped on her clit. 

She awakened with a cry, "That hurt, what the hell are you doing?" She then felt another blow on her sore clit. She cried out again but this time without a question to her Master though.  Another sharp smack to her swollen and sensitive clit and she felt a tear well up in the corner of her eye. She was scared he was going to take this too far. The whimper she let out on the next blow must have alerted Matt that it was too much. She felt his movement on the bed then his mouth on her sore pussy. The warmth and wetness of his mouth combined with the throbbing of her cunt. The ecstasy of the treatment her pussy was receiving made the passion rise in her again. She thought that surely after knowing that he had gone a little too far that he would give her the release she had searched for all day. But, he stopped. 

He told her to get some sleep and he would return later. She asked her Master if she could go to the bathroom. He unhooked her from the bed and led her to the bathroom. Was he going to watch her? That was odd? She wasn't sure if he had left the room or not but she had to go so bad that it didn't matter. She called out to have him bring her toilet paper. He immediately handed her the roll. He helped her wipe and lead her back to bed. This time he had her lay down on her stomach and reattached her restraints. 

She drifted off to sleep wondering what else Matt had in store for her. Her dreams were tormented with erotic images and fantasies. She awoke even more aroused then when she had fallen asleep. She wondered what time it was. She was trying to clear her head, when the door opened. 

"Are you awake," he said. 

"Yes, Master," she replied. He removed her restraints and blindfold; she looked at the clock. It was 9:00p.m. Had she really been asleep that long?

"You need to make us some dinner," he stated.

Amy did as she was instructed, without questions. She prepared their meal and decided to surprise Matt. She set the dinner out and lit the candles. When she called Matt to the kitchen and turned out the lights, she could see the look of approval in his eyes. They sat across from each other occasionally staring into each other's eyes. He smiled at her, which made her happy. She had pleased him. After dinner, she cleaned up the kitchen and went to find her Master. 

She entered the living room and he ordered her onto her knees. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. Amy positioned herself between his knees and took him into her warm, hot mouth. When he was about to lose himself, he pushed her back onto her back. He rubbed his swollen cock on her pussy and came all over her awaiting cunt. He got up and fastened his pants. He told her to lie there. She did as she was told. He came back into the living room with his hand behind his back. 

"Well, it is almost midnight. You have been a pretty good slave so open your legs and close your eyes," he told her in a soft one. 

Amy obeyed. She felt something cold on her clit. Suddenly, the vibrator started, instantly sending her into an orgasm. Before that one had fully stopped, the second began to mount. She came again, unable to catch her breath she tried to move back away from the vibrations. But Matt wouldn't stop; he kept caressing her aching button causing her to come again. She was screaming in ecstasy now. He turned the vibrator off and ordered her onto all fours. He got behind her and fastened his hand deep into her hair. He pulled her head back as he entered her. The feel of his manhood filling her made her moan and push back against him. He pounded into her over and over. He smacked her ass and pushed even deeper in her. He yanked her head back as he pumped his fluids into her accepting pussy. They collapsed into each other's arms and fell asleep smiling.



The Bet



I had made you a bet that I could make you orgasm without getting you undressed, and you thought I couldn't. Of course, I am out to prove that I'm right. We made this bet in the middle of dinner with your parents, and I had been thinking about you orgasming which made the dinner table more appreciated for little Joe. It seemed to take forever to get through the meal, especially because you had just come back from a conference in Miami, causing you to be gone almost a week, and you met us at the restaurant straight from the airport. To make matters worse, you had had your period right before you left, and I had been sick before that, so basically I was as horny as a rabbit.

The check finally came, and of course the check coming wasn't the only thing that I was thinking of cumming, and we said our good-byes (and under my breath good-riddance) to your parents. We walked outside with your parents and they saw us into the car, and of course said, "we enjoyed dinner. We should do it more often". I muttered to you, "over my dead body".

As soon as your door was closed, I pulled away and I told you that, "I'm for sure winning the bet. Just wait and see".

You slapped me playfully for the comments about your parents and retorted, "don't say stuff like that, it's not nice. Besides which, honey, first of all, you won't be able to not undress me when you see what I have in mind to entice you, and also, how are you going to make me orgasm with my clothes on?"

"Just wait and see princess. Wait and see," I answered as I pull up in front of the apartment building and toss the valet the keys.

We got upstairs (barely) while heavily making out in the elevator, and you told me that you were going to go change, and that I should get ready. I run my hand down your petite frame and over your hourglass figure ass, and try to taste your tonsils as you pull away to go change. I took off my suit coat, and loosened my tie as I put on some slow music and got a nice bottle of champagne out that I had been chilling, and brought it into the bedroom. I finished setting the lights right as you came out of the bathroom. You looked drop dead gorgeous and fuckable in a black robe, with black baby doll which wasn't see through, but was very light material, which also perfectly accentuated your firm c-cup breasts, with your hair up in a messy ponytail, with some left down, and a not so revealing thong. My jaw drop and I looked at you and said, "I can't believe I'm lucky enough to have you love me."

You came over and just put your arms over my shoulders as we started to slowly dance and looked into my eyes and in a husky voice said, "Believe it."

We danced for a little bit and started to feel each other up, and I moved us over to the bed. You started to undress me, but I stopped you saying, "I'm staying dressed too. Besides, I only took us over here for the booze. We'll get down to the other stuff (winking) later."

You look around the room and finally realize the champagne and the ice bucket. You look at me quizzically, and I explain. "After almost two weeks without feeling your warm folds wrapped around me (looking down) I think this is reason to celebrate. Look at it this way- celebrate not being celibate". 

You groan as I pop the cork and pour and we drink the champagne. I refill out glasses and you ask, "are you trying to ply me with alcohol to get me to lose my inhibitions?"

I laugh and tell you that, "I don't think you'll get drunk on a little bit of champagne on a full stomach, and besides which, you know as well as I do, that you don't have inhibitions to lose."

You smile as you get up and take my hand to get me to dance with you. I put my flute down as I get up, and we dance. Our dancing pretty quickly just becomes groping while moving. I lead with my right hand on your back and top of your hot ass, as my other hand slowly massages your right breast. I knead the flesh, feeling the nipple harden even more against my palm. I slowly massage the pillow like orb of perfection, as you moan in my ear. I kiss your neck, licking it at times as you tilt your head to the left as I make love to your neck with my tongue.

You whisper in my ear, "It's been too long, fuck me now, make love later."

"No can do little lady. Sorry."

I lead you over to the bed and I lay you down as I crawl in next to you and I undo the hair and let it fall. I hold you as our tongues meet both trying to probe the other's mouth. Our tongues battle and finally fall into a rhythm as we hold onto each other for dear life.

You stop the kiss and sexily pout and give me the eyes as you semi-whine, "why won't you screw me now and make love to me later. It's been almost two weeks?!?!?!?"

I pick your lip up in between mine as I kiss you, and answer, "I have my reasons. I'll explain later."

I spread the open rope to the side, and I move down the bed to your stomach and I rub it and kiss it. You pick my head up and ask, "why are you torturing me?"

"I go back down and I lie my head on your flat and perfect belly, as I say, "For fun. Now if you stop me again, I'm going to have to do something to your hands, that you may or may not like."

I hold onto your sides as I move lower and I kiss down your bare tummy and kiss you through you thong. I feel my landing strip through the fabric and I kiss you all around it. You squirm and squeal, and I just enjoy it, taking my time. I finally find your clit, and I quickly kiss it, sending shudders through your body. I kiss your beautiful pussy, which I can't see, and I feel you cum. You protest and say, "Orgasm, not just cum. That was the deal. I'll tell you if I orgasm, but that was just a cum." 

I lift my head up and smile, and say, "I know Ali."

I go back and I suck the juices from you flimsy thong and alternate between that and tongue fucking you. You quickly feel something cumming, but don't care about the bet anymore, as you smash my head into your leaking and sopping cunt. I mutter something you can't hear as I bring you closer and closer. I feel your body tighten in anticipation of the pleasure its about to be wracked with. I take my tie off and I slowly pull my tongue out of you and I take your hand. You feel that I haven't put my tongue back in and let out a little whimper as I take your other hand and tie both together above your head to the bed, and I ask, "comfortable?"

You pout and answer, "Yeah, but, but, but..."

"I warned you honey. Sorry."

I rub your left breast as I grab a piece of ice from the bucket and I rub it against your right nipple. I go back to tongue fucking you, and I alternate between that and softly sucking your thong-covered clit. I feel you getting closer and closer as I rub the ice into your right nipple and I tongue you. You warn me that you are about to lose the bet, as I say, "Okay", and pull up again.

You shriek at me, "Don't do that to me!!!"

I fill my champagne flute and start to drink and you look at me like I'm crazy, with your eyes telling me everything. I smile devilishly and I pour a little bit of champagne into your belly, and I slowly lick in up. I repeat this process ever so slowly. I feel you squirm under me, and repeat it once again. I spill a little bit onto both your nipples as you squirm from the bubbles against them. I pick up the pace and quickly suck the champagne from your soaked nipples and I go back to the piece of heaven between your legs. You spread them as much as possible in anticipation, and I tongue you. I feel the buildup already and I say, "Time to win a bet...."

"...In a minute!"

You moan, and I go right back to your pussy saying, "I'm just kidding... I think."

I eat you out through your thong, letting the soft material rub against your inside walls, wishing that it were my dick that was rubbing them. I suddenly push myself up, and I grab you and turn you over being careful to make sure your arms are comfortable above your head. You groan knowing that your pleasure has just been postponed even more. I rub your neck and you let out a sound that's a mixture of pain and pleasure; pain because of the white hell, but pleasure because of the massage. I rub down your back going slowly while you complain and purr at the same time. I rub the sides of your big beautiful breasts that are pushing out the sides of your body to the sound of you saying, "I can't believe you're doing this to me."

I tell you to relax and I rub even lower, massaging your lower back and hot tight ass. I decide to head for home, and I get down on my back and I stick my head up so that my face is in line with your soaked pussy. I tongue you once again, because that seems to get you going, and I begin to quickly tongue fuck you. You realize what is going on, and you start to hump my tongue, going faster and faster. You threaten me by saying, "Joe, baby, if you don't get me off right now, you're never getting in between my legs again."

I retort back, "we both know you're lying," which makes you groan loudly, because you know its true, and that I can do whatever I want to your body, whenever I want to. I very quickly nibble your clit for your comment, feeling you shake over me.

I stop tonguing you to the sound of you yelling, "go fuck yourself!" I turn you over again and I put your legs on my shoulders, opening your sweet pussy as much as possible, as I position myself to dry-fuck you. I rub my hard bulge up against your wetness, and I start to hump you with it. You feel the light wool of the suit through your thong as it rubs your clit, and you moan in pleasure. I jackhammer myself into your body, slamming against you with as much force as I can manage. I continue to dry-fuck you as I slip a thong-covered finger into your ass, as I lie myself over you, and nibble your ear. You moan in my ear, "its about fucking time you idiot", assuming that because I started the ass play, that I am about to finally finish you off.

"What are you talking about?" I whisper into your ear.

Your jaw drops and you whine, "I assumed your were finally getting me off."

" Well, my hot beautiful princess, you know what happens when you assume- you make an ASS out of U and ME," I say as I push my thong covered finger deeper into your ass.

I stop dry-fucking you, and I just lie next to you as I caress the sides of your hot, perfectly firm breasts. You tell me in a throaty growl, "if you don't finish me off right now, I'll repay you for this."

I smile and say, "Okay, but I'll be able to finish myself off if need be," giving my tie a tug to make sure your arms are still secure.

You shoot me a look that could kill and say, "Fuck off".

I smile as I get up, and you look at me like I'm crazy. I start to walk towards the door, as you tell me to, "Get the hell back here, Joe. I was kidding. You can't do this to me!!!!"

I turn around and smile wickedly, and say, "You're right, I can't leave you with your legs spread like that. What was I thinking?"

I turn you back over and I get under you and I stick my tongue out once again, because that seemed to drive you the wildest, and I grab your hips and start to move you so that you are fucking my tongue. Within seconds, I feel your orgasm coming like a freight train, with no way to stop it, and I just speed up your hips and pussy and ass. I feel your body tighten and shake, and I know you are about to blow. Right as you're about to orgasm, I roll your clit in my fingers, and I tell you to cum for me. "Cum like the slut you are for me, and only me. Lose the bet. Orgasm for me. Flood my face with your sweet nectar. Just give in and lose. Orgasm princess. You know you want to. Orgasm for me." I kiss your clit right as the first wave hits, and you orgasm. I kiss your stomach and lick the remaining champagne off of it, as your body shakes over me. You moan and shriek like you never have, and I slowly start to finger your outer lips as I let you calm down. I kiss your stomach and I just hold onto you with my face in your tummy, as I let you completely relax. Your breathing slows, and I slowly get out from under you and I realize that you fell asleep. Between the flight, the dinner, the late hour, and what I just put your body through, it was just too much. I smile to myself, and I whisper in your ear, "Good night Aunt Alex, I mean princess. We'll finish later. I love you so much." 



The Bet



My friend Cristina and I were just sitting around watching porn. It's something we do for fun now and then. Believe it or not, it has never led to anything. A scene came on where a guy was put in a wig and satin nightgown and fucked by a beautiful blond dominatrix with a strap on. We laughed at what an ugly girl he made and somehow it came up that I had a girlish look to me. She said that I would look much more like a girl in the wig and nightgown than the guy from the movie. I just smiled.

Later that day out of nowhere, she told me that she'd like to test that theory. She wondered if I'd let her dress me up. Though about it for a moment and figured what the hell. It won't hurt anybody. Always been interested in cross dressers but never took the time to try it myself.

It's amazing how quickly she was able to apply my makeup. The hair was the easy part. I've been growing my hair out a little while so a wig really wasn't necessary. It gave me a more real look. 

"So, what am I going to wear? I don't think your clothes will fit me."

" I think my sisters clothes might though, one second," she replied as she rummaged through the closet looking through her sisters large quantity of clothing.

"Wait, isn't your sister a stripper? I'm going to be dressed like a skank," I laughed.

"Yeah she is but that's ok. Here try this on," she yelled to me as she tossed clothing my way.

I looked at what she had thrown me. It was a pair of tight black leather pants and a black tank top that said "Slut" across the chest. 

The pants were tight but they were suppose to be and the tank fit just right. Cristina just stared at me. I looked into the mirror to get a glimpse of the woman I had become.

"Wow, I look hot. You were definitely right, I do look a lot like a chick."

"Yeah...you really do look...good. I do a good job! I bet you could even fool people in the streets or at the bar," she smiled.

"Maybe, but I don't think I look that much like a girl to fool people," I replied.

"I bet you 50 dollars that you could fool people at the bar into thinking you were a girl. Hell, you might even get picked up by some guy. Want to take that bet?"

I froze. Stared at the mirror for a few seconds before finally saying, "Sure, I could use the cash"

It didn't take long for me to find a nice pair of boots that fit and for us to get down to the nearest bar. The moment I walked in I saw all eyes turn to me. That moment made me think this bet was going to be lost and I couldn't be more right.

Cristina sat down a few seats away so as not to interfere with what I was trying to do. Within the first minute, a tall dark haired man sat down next to me and asked if I wanted a drink, his treat. Figured that was harmless so I agreed. I couldn't believe that this was working, It was starting to turn me on.

I pulled out a cigarette and couldn't find my lighter. I must had forgotten it at home. Luckily the man offered me a light. Exhaling smoke into my lungs, we both smiled.

"Ill be right back, I've got to use the bathroom," I whispered to him as I finished my last inhale of the cigarette. 

I couldn't seem to find the bathroom, the halls seemed never ending with too many turns. All of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see the man who bought me the drink.

"Baby, you are looking real good. Getting me excited," he said as he grabbed my hand and rubbed it against his jeans before unzipping and pulling them down. I was a bit shocked and wasn't sure what to do. I told myself, go with the flow. I rubbed his large cock with my hand as he moaned softly. 

"Be my little cock sucker honey, suck my big dick. You got sexy lips that are made for sucking."

Closing my eyes, I moved my head forward and let his penis enter my mouth. It was atleast 7 inches. I've watched enough porn to have an idea of what to do. Following what I've seen, I deep throated him. Every time I took him deeper I gagged but he loved it. Every moan he let out made my cock jump, pressing hard against the tight leather that wrapped my lower body..

Without thinking, I started rubbing myself through the leather and the feeling was incredible. He started to fuck my mouth fast and hard. My saliva dripped off his cock and all over my face. His hand grasped my hair, pulling it, to let me know he was in control. I didn't mind at all.

My mascara started to run a bit when he grew bigger as he got closer. He wanted every last inch in my wet mouth and I was trying to give him his wish. Sucked every inch as I rubbed his balls.

I couldn't hold on any longer, and I knew it as my cock exploded inside the leather pants. I felt the warm cum all over. I screamed in ecstasy which drove him to the edge. He shot a huge load of hot semen inside my mouth. It must have been awhile cause it felt like it wouldn't stop. His cum flooded my mouth and dripped out. My lips shined with it as it dripped down my chin and hung until hitting my shirt that appropriately said "Slut."

"Oh baby that was amazing," he barely got out as he panted. Zipped up his pants and walked off. I sat there wondering how I ended up here. I smiled.

Once I finally came out, Cristina followed me out of the bar smiling all the way.

"You definitely lost that bet. You still have cum on your lips!"

All I could do was smile as we walked back to her place.



The Bet



Cindy was busy sucking her man's cock. She loved the feel of his big dick in her mouth, and judging by his groans of pleasure, he was enjoying it too. She decided now would be the perfect time to ask him her favor. She pulled his meat out of her mouth with a pop, and started a slow jacking rhythm to keep him "interested".

"Mike?" She purred. Talking wasn't really on his mind, but he managed a "yeah baby?"

"Do you know Beth from my Sorority?" 

Yeah, he knew her all right; she was smoking hot. Beth was a real life southern princess; tall, blond haired and blue eyed, with a body like a dancer, and a bank account that made her a real ball-busting bitch. He was smart enough to know that showing too much interest in your girlfriends friends was never wise, so he responded with a nonchalant "yeah..."

"Well, how would you like to fuck her?" Cindy almost laughed out loud, as Mike was struggling to find an "appropriate" response, his 9 inch cock was twitching an answer he could never deny. Finally he asked, "What's the catch?"

Cindy knew she had him now, so she poured the next part on thick. "Well, she is such a bitch. Every time I am telling a story, she always tells one better. The bitch is constantly lying, but I can never prove it and it drives me nuts. Well, the other day I was bragging to the other sisters about how big your dick is, and she goes and says her man's is bigger. That was the last straw, so I challenged her to a double secret bet."

Mike's confusion was plain when he asked, "What's a double secret bet?"

Cindy grinned as she responded, "All you have to do is show your cock to the Judges to prove yours is bigger, and then she is our slave for two hours."

Mikes cock jumped at the mention of slave, but Cindy damn near made him cum with her next words.

"Then you can fuck her any way you want. And I want you to fuck that bitch hard. Shove it up her rich little ass and make her beg for it. Spank her and make her lick your dick clean. Cum on her perfect little face and maker her crawl around like a dog!"

He was worked up now. "She will do all that?" 

"Oh yeah. She has to or she gets kicked out of the Sorority. And the best part is, she has to do it in front of the other sisters! I can even make her lick the other girls twats if they want." 

Mike was grinning like a mad man, the thought of humiliating Beth held great pleasure for him. He especially liked the idea of fucking Beth's pretty ass -- Cindy wouldn't let him because she said his dick was too big. Cindy brought him back to the present, "So will you do it?" 

"Hell yeah I will!" He then grabbed Cindy and flipped her to the mattress. "And that's not all I'll DO either!" He shoved his raging dick into her sopping wet cunt and fucked her like a mad man. Cindy loved every second of it, and the dirty thoughts of how she was going to humiliate Beth made her cum all the harder. 

++++++++

The Challenge night arrived before they knew it. Cindy and Mike stood across from Beth and her man, whose name was Leroy. Yes, Leroy. He couldn't have been more different than Beth -- he was black and huge. He had the rough look of a thug, and Cindy had immediately asked to confirm that this man was indeed Beth's boyfriend. Unfortunately for Cindy, several of the Sisters knew Leroy, so it was with some trepidation that Cindy awaited the "show and tell". Still, Cindy was optimistic, Mike's 9 incher was a big dick, and many people exaggerated the size of black men. 

Both couples were surrounded by ten Sorority sisters, who wore robes to hide their identities. The challengers were known, but the judges were not. One of the judges spoke, "Since you are the challenger Cindy, your man will show his cock first"

Mike swaggered to the center of the room, in plain site of Beth and Leroy and slowly unzipped his pants. Beth was plainly nervous, and he fixed her with a leer as he slowly hauled his cock into view. It was an impressive sight; thick, with rough veins down it's length. Many of the judges audibly gasped, they secretly anticipated the show they were about to witness -- for Mike's grin promised Beth a most unpleasant time. 

Cindy was triumphant for an instant, then she caught a subtle sigh of relief from Beth, and a secret smirk that made Cindy's heart drop. Oh shit, she thought, I'm in trouble now.

The Judge then spoke, "Thank you. Please put your cock away, and allow Leroy to respond." As Mike fumbled his pants back up and went to stand by Cindy, Leroy walked to the center of the room. 

"Not bad, white boy. But this is what a real cock looks like". He then pulled down his sweat pants and the biggest dick any of them had ever seen flopped into view. It was at least 12 inches long, soft. As if it's length wasn't enough, it was also very thick, and Leroy's scrotum hung low, two huge balls plainly visible in his black sack. 

"Ahhem. Well, the contest is over, you may leave Mike." The judge waived dismissively to Mike. He started to protest, but Cindy quickly shushed him and he left the room with his head hung low. The judge then spoke to Beth, "You have won the bet. Cindy will be your willing slave for the next two hours. She will do anything or anyone you tell her too. Your only rule is that you cannot cause her permanent harm. Begin."

Beth triumphantly walked up to Cindy. She stood staring down at the shorter girl for a moment, then said "Strip". Cindy hung her head and stripped off her sweater, revealing a nice demi-cup bra. Next, her button fly jeans were pealed off, the little butt wiggle she did to slide them over her hips garnering appreciative noises from the crowd. Now, in just her underwear, she reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Cindy had been blessed with largish C cup tits, and they were perky like only 19 year old college girl tits can be. Her very prominent nipples stood at attention as she hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down her legs so she could step out of them. She then stood up before them, her naked body on display. Beth walked around her, admiring Cindy's tight body. "Leroy, what do you think of my slave girl?" 

The big black man chuckled deeply, and walked right up to Cindy. He ran his hands down Cindy's tits, stopping at the nipples, which he pinched and pulled gently, making Cindy squirm. "Spread your legs girl, I want everyone to see what your pussy looks like." Cindy spread her legs as commanded, her completely shaved twat just a sexy slit between her legs. "Everyone get a good look, because when I am through with this bitch, that pussy is never going to look the same!" 

"Oh Leroy, you say the sweetest things", Beth cooed as she slid next to her man. She then fixed Cindy with an icy glare, "down on your knees cunt, I want you to crawl to Leroy and service the cock that is going to wreck your pathetic little twat."

Cindy fell to her knees and crawled in front of Leroy. His cock looked even bigger up close, and it was surprisingly hot and heavy as she grasped it by the base. She used her other hand to cradle his large black balls, which she gently began to massage. She was trying to give him the best blowjob ever, figuring if she could make him cum hard enough, maybe he wouldn't have energy left to fuck her too much. So it was with pure sexual intent that she looked right into Leroy's eyes and ducked under his growing cock. She let the huge slab of meat lay on her pretty face then turned her head to run her tongue from its base all the way to its large head. She then stretched her mouth wide and sucked the head right into her mouth, her tongue doing a dance on his cock the whole way. 

Leroy groaned in delight, the sight of this hot little white girl sucking his dick was almost too much. His cock rapidly swelled in the slut's mouth and in no time at all it was a black iron pipe jutting straight from his curly pubes to the white girls slobbering mouth. And she was slobbering! She bobbed her head up and down, taking in at least 8 inches at a time, his cock head just penetrating her throat on the down stroke. The remaining 5 inches of his cock (yes 13, it grew when hard!) wasn't lonely though, she had a firm grip on it with her tiny hand, and was jacking it hard, trying to make him cum. Even his balls were getting the royal treatment, as she alternately rolled them in her nimble fingers and gently squeezed them -- he knew he wouldn't last long. 

Beth walked slowly around Cindy as she knelt in front of the black giant, working his huge cock like a back alley whore. "Damn, Cindy, you are one cock hungry slut! Don't worry about that load so much, Leroy can cum at least 4 times before he is satisfied!"

Cindy heard the lewd comment and her heart sank again. 'You mean I am sucking his dick like a dirty slut and he will still be able to fuck me?' She could feel his balls tighten, she knew he was close -- but she was caught completely off guard when he simultaneously grabbed her jacking hand off his shaft, and placed his other hand behind her head. "Oh shit", was about the only thought she had time for before he rammed his hips forward, forcing his huge cock all the way down her throat! Her nose was buried in the sweaty black mans kinky pubes and she heard a collective gasp from the audience -- her 'sisters'.

His cock lurched and jumped, spitting hot cum down her gullet, as she futilely pushed against his hard thighs, trying to pull her head back and get some air. Just before she truly panicked, he released her head and she fell backwards onto her heels -- his huge cock seemingly taking forever to slide out of her throat. She gasped for air and Leroy shot a final squirt of cum right between her eyes. 

"Well, that was a sight!" Beth was genuinely impressed with Cindy's cock sucking skill - and it made her mad. It was time to get busy humiliating this little tramp. "Leroy, you ready to fuck this slut again?"

"Nah, baby, I need to catch my breath for a second." He reached forward and grabbed Cindy's head, then wiped his dick on her cheeks. "You leave that there little white girl, you wear my cum proud". He chuckled as he sat in a chair, waiting to see what Beth would do with the girl next. 

Cindy had caught her breath, and it began to dawn on her how unpleasant things were probably about to get for her. She had never deep throated a dick before, and being "broken in" by a 13 inch black dick (in front of an audience, no less) was painful and embarrassing. Her aching jaw, sore throat, and the feel of cum and slobber drying on her face reminded her of just how slutty she must look. 

Beth walked in front of the kneeling naked girl, loving the feel of looming over her. "Ever eat pussy?" Cindy just looked up at her, miserable knowing what was coming next. "I said, Have you ever eaten Pussy? Answer me, slut!" 

Cindy managed to stammer a "no". Beth just grinned, "Well, no time like the present!" Beth strutted away from Cindy, and sat in a chair next to Leroy. "To be truthful, I've never had a girl eat my pussy. My lesbian friends tell me that women are better at it because a woman knows what feels good. I've been tempted to let them try, but I always knew they would want me to "return the favor". There's the problem: I could never eat pussy. In fact, I think the whole idea is gross - licking another woman's pussy is so submissive. But you, on the other hand, have always struck me a closet box muncher. So crawl your narrow little ass over here and eat my pussy till I come on your face just like my man did." 

Cindy's face glowed red with embarrassment as she crawled between the legs of her tormenter. Beth lifted her skirt to reveal that she had no panties on. Her gash was shaved, but the outer lips were largish, and her whole pussy had the "well used" look of a woman decades older than she was. Cindy could see that Beth's pussy was wet; Beth was clearly enjoying her power over Cindy. 

Cindy had never thought about eating pussy before, so she figured opening the pussy would be a good place to start (and delay the actual 'sticking her tongue in a chick's pussy' part). She reached out to hold the Beth's outer lips open, only to receive a quick smack on the cheek from the bitchy amazon. "Don't you use your hands, just bury your face in there and get to work!"

Cindy had no choice now, so she took a deep breath and dove in. The taste wasn't as bad as she was afraid, and she could tell by Beth's shivers and quivers what worked and what didn't. She was in a comfortable rhythm when Beth spoke. "Bitch, you eat pussy like a pro -- maybe you are a lesbian." The other girls chuckled, which only encouraged Beth. "You know what, it doesn't look like your having fun. Finger that little slit of yours and make yourself wet -- you don't want Leroy to bust that cherry without lube!" 

Cindy blushed furiously as she reached between her legs and began to finger herself. It was starting to feel good when it finally hit her why Beth's pussy was so large - because Leroy was too! Her belly lurched as she realized that her pussy may not make it out of this experience unchanged -- and the thought sent a flood of juice to her cunt. Beth then grabbed her by the back of the head and rubbed her floppy pussy all over Cindy's nose and mouth -- cumming like crazy the whole time. "Damn! You can lick my pussy anytime!"

Now that Cindy was no longer buried in her enemies pussy, she could see that Leroy's cock was hard again. Cindy's pussy clenched when he looked her straight in the eye and said, "It's time. Get on the bed and spread your legs." 

Cindy crawled over to the big bed in the room, as her robed sisters gathered around to witness the show. She laid back on the bed, spreading her legs as Leroy walked over to her -- his huge cock pointing the way. She was about to be fucked by a black man with a huge dick, in front of her sorority sisters -- and she was excited. The forbidden aspects of it, combined with the shame and the loss of her free will made her pussy wetter than she could remember. 

Leroy leaned over Cindy and ran his cock up and down her small slit, opening her pussy for his assault. Cindy shivered with anticipation, then she felt the pressure build as he pushed against her entrance. It popped in and she gasped, it felt enormous! Leroy slowly worked his hard cock deeper into her pussy and she could feel it stretching her as he went. Her chest was heaving, and she was gasping for breath as she lifted her head to watch her pussy be impaled by the 13 inch monster. To her surprise, he still had at least 6 inches to go! She gasped and looked up at Leroy, her shock clear on her face. He just grinned, then he shoved the last 6 inches in. Cindy's head snapped back, and she let out a wail of pain and pleasure -- she was cumming like she had never cum before!

"Damn, Beth! Look at this slut cum- and I aint even started yet!" 

Cindy couldn't believe the orgasm she had. It was so intense it stunned her, though eventually the feeling of relief set in and her body went limp as a dish rag. Still, she was acutely aware of the monster dick lodged in her pussy. Leroy started fucking her nice and slow. She couldn't believe how good it felt, and it wasn't long before she had another screaming orgasm, her pussy spasming around Leroy's huge black pole. It was Beth that stopped the fun.

She rubbed up against Leroy as he fucked Cindy's no longer tight pussy, and licked his ear. "Leroy, it looks like you stretched this bitches pussy enough -- how about you work on her .... Ass!"

Cindy's eyes stretched wide in fear as Leroy grinned evilly. She had never let Mike fuck her ass, and he only had 9 inches. Leroy pulled his huge cock out of her without any notice, the sudden void taking her breath. "Get on your hands and knees -- you know the routine -- 'face down, ass up -- that's the way I like to fuck!'" He chuckled at his humor, but his eyes were deadly serious. Beth chimed in then, "Go ahead my little slave, on your knees. He's really excited because I never let him fuck my ass -- his cock is too big! I got to admit though, seeing Leroy rape your ass is going to turn me on!" 

Cindy was genuinely scared, and she decided it was time to speak up. "I.. I don't know about this..." 

One of the cloaked sisters spoke up, "If you don't do it, you're out of the sorority. So bottoms up!" Cindy could tell by the voice it was Susie, one of Beth's friends. Fortunately for Cindy, another of the cloaked sisters spoke up, "True, she does have to do it, but judging by the size of Leroy's dick, Beth may violate the 'no permanent harm' clause by having him fuck Cindy's ass." A short discussion then ensued between the cloaked sisters -- during which Cindy couldn't help but think how strange it was that these girls were discussing the fate of her ass, while she lay there naked and covered in cum. Finally, they decreed that Leroy could fuck Cindy's ass, but he had to use lube. 

Beth was furious that Cindy had caused a delay, and was determined to make the remaining time extra hard on her. She tossed a container of Vaseline to Cindy, "Lube up cunt. I'm not going to do it for you." Cindy felt the eyes of everyone in the room as she popped the top on the jar and scooped out a generous helping of the goo. 'How embarrassing', she thought as she worked her own fingers in her ass. No one said a word, as she twisted her fingers and packed her ass with grease, trying to prepare for the assault that was coming. 

Leroy broke the silence, "Damn, I am going to love busting that ass!" Beth also looked excited from the show Cindy had been putting on, "That's enough little slut. Get on your knees, it's time for my man to finally fuck a white girl in the ass!" Cindy rolled over onto her hands and knees, bracing for what was coming. She felt Leroy climb on the bed behind her, and felt his hands as he spread her knees even more, "That's right girl, spread those legs and show me that ass!"

Cindy felt his hard dick at her anus; it was so wide that it actually was touching both cheeks of her spread ass. She felt his hands wrap around her waist, holding her -- then he pushed, Hard. He wasn't trying to be nice, he wanted her to hurt. For a brief second, Cindy felt blunt pain like she had sat on a broom stick -- just severe pressure -- then it popped in. Searing agony shot through Cindy's ass as Leroy rammed his 13 inch dick all the way to the balls on the first stroke. She screamed and went wild. 

To the other girls, it looked like Leroy had just impaled poor Cindy. The impossibly large dick had been shoved up her ass without preparation, and they all felt some sympathy -- all except Beth. "Yeah! Fuck her little ass!" She cheered Leroy on as he repeatedly rammed his dick in to the hilt. Cindy was flailing about, but Leroy's strong hands held her in place as he reamed her ass. 

Cindy couldn't believe how it hurt! She was struggling, but Leroy didn't even seem to notice, he just continued to fuck her ass like a machine. Eventually, the lube and nature began to take it's course, and the burning pain faded. It still felt like Leroy was forcibly trying to rearrange her insides, but at least it didn't hurt so much. She stopped struggling, and just knelt there, her head down as the huge black man ruined her little white ass with his gigantic dick. 

Beth decided to make it more humiliating for Cindy. "Sisters, have you ever seen a girl take such a big dick in the ass? She looks like she likes it! I'll bet she will even cum with a big black dick in her butt -- lets find out." Beth reached between Leroy's legs and began to massage Cindy's empty pussy.

Cindy couldn't believe it, Beth was trying to make her cum! She was being brutally sodomized in front of her sorority sisters, while her enemy expertly manipulated her clit. Despite herself, the pain was turning into pleasure. 'No she thought, I can't cum in front of my sisters while being fucked in the ass! I'll never live it down, they will think I am such a slut!' But try as she might, the glow in her clit spread to her pussy, and then to her ass. 'Holey shit', she thought, I am liking being butt fucked! She fought it as hard as she could, her head down, teeth gritted. But the 13 inch black dick raping her ass and the evil fingers on her clit were winning. Cindy lost the fight when she involuntarily squeezed her ass cheeks. The feeling of her ass trying to close, but being held open by that impossibly large cock sent her over the edge. Cindy screamed her orgasm, she ground her ass back into the black giant "Fuck! Fuck my ass hard! Yeah, make me your bitch!"




The Bet



Cindy cumming drove Leroy over the edge, and he shot load after load into the sorority girl's wrecked asshole. He continued pumping the little sluts ass, his black shaft now colored white by his cream. One of the sorority girls gave a low whistle, "Damn! It looks like he's churning butter in her ass!" When he was through with her, he simply released her hips and the now exhausted slut fell forward onto her belly -- his huge dick sliding out of her ass in the process. Some of the cloaked sisters turned away from the sight of Cindy's demolished ass hole. It was gaped open, twitching - trying fruitlessly to close itself as the black man's cum poured out. 

Beth didn't turn away, "What a slut. Cumming while being butt fucked! How much time do I have left?" One of the cloaked girls cleared her throat, "about 10 minutes". Beth knew that Leroy was going to need some time to recover, so if she wanted to humiliate Cindy any more, it was up to her. She was at a loss as to what to do until one of the cloaked sisters slid close to her and whispered into her ear. It was Susie, who was a lesbian and had more than a few creative ideas on how to work a girl over. A wicked grin spread on Beth's face.

"OK sisters, turn the slut over, I've got time to make her cum one more time." The cloaked sisters then turned the floppy girl onto her back. She was clearly exhausted from being used so hard, and secretly many of the sisters doubted Beth could get her to cum again, no matter what she did to her.

Beth then issued an order that chilled Cindy, "Hold her down sisters". Cindy quickly found her arms held over her head by two of her sorority sisters, while her legs were each held by another cloaked sister. "Spread her legs for me, I am going need some room". Cindy lay there, helpless as her tormentor stood between her obscenely spread legs and stared down at her. She took a bottle of Astro Glide and started to slowly slather her right hand with the super slick stuff. 

"Since you seemed to enjoy licking my cunt so much, maybe you are a closet bottom. Do you know what a bottom is? In a lesbian couple, it's the one who takes what the other one dishes out. She is a submissive to the other girls dominant. I am dominant, and you, my weak little slut, are submissive to me. You know what the ultimate dominance a top can dish out to her bottom? Fisting."

Cindy knew what Beth was talking about and threw pride to the wind - she begged for mercy. "I am so sorry Beth, you are better than me. Please don't do this to me, You win. I will never give you grief again, just please don't do that to me!" Beth had won, and she was loving it. But her cruelty knew no bounds. "Do what, little slut?" Cindy blushed and managed to stammer, "You know... f-f-fist me." Beth laughed, "Don't mind if I do!"

Cindy struggled and twisted, trying to avoid her fate, but she couldn't escape the tight grasp of her "sisters". Beth worked a finger of her lube covered hand into Cindy's pussy while she used her other hand to gently massage the poor girls tired clit. After a minute or two, Cindy's struggles stopped and Beth began to work two fingers into her. 

Cindy couldn't believe it, her body was betraying her again! She felt her pussy moisten and her nipples stiffen as the evil Beth slowly worked more fingers into her pussy. She was determined not to cum in this degrading way! If Beth won this battle, Cindy knew she would have to rethink her own sexuality. The poor girl was tormented by her thoughts, 'What if I am submissive? I sure have been cumming while they abused me. Oh please don't let me cum when this bitch ....puts her fist in me!' 

Beth began to work four fingers into her victim, determined to totally dominate the petite sorority girl. After a minute or so, Beth pulled her lube slick fingers out of Cindy, tucked her thumb in and reinserted all five digits. Cindy's poor pussy was stretched tight around Beth's fingers, and her body heaved as Beth pumped her hand, going a little deeper with each 'in' stroke. Beth was almost to the knuckles when one of the sisters gave her the 'two minute' warning. She decided to pull out all the stops.

"Cindy, are you still with me?" The poor slut barely managed a "uh huh". "It's time. I am now going to shove my hand up your miserable little twat. Cum or not, you and I both will know I have made you my little meat puppet!" With that, she shoved her hand all the way into Cindy. She screamed and struggled as her cunt convulsed on Beth's wrist. Beth poured it on, "Say something little slut puppet!" Cindy felt impossibly stretched by the hand in her pussy -- but it was the 'finger wave' that Beth started doing inside her that drove her over the edge. She screamed, "Nooo! Oh God! Nooo!" then it was just incoherent noise as she creamed all over her enemy's hand. Beth was beaming with delight, the filthy little whore had cum after all!

"Time" said one of the sisters. Beth made a 'pouty' face, then snatched her hand from Cindy in one smooth motion. Cindy gave a cry at the final humiliation, and tears of shame began to fall down her cheeks. Beth gave an appreciative whistle at the sight of Cindy's stretched pussy. It was no longer a petite little slit, it was the gaping cunt of a seasoned whore. "Hey slut, if your man's little dick doesn't do it for you any more, I know the number of a few 'tops' who would love to make you their bottom!" Leroy and the cloaked sisters chuckled at the rude comment as they left the Cindy alone in the room. 

Cindy lay there naked and sore for a few minutes, trying to recover enough to find her clothes. Despite all the things that had been done to her, the main thought that went trough her mind though was, "Damn, I never should have made that bet!"



The Bet



**Authors Note - This is my first submission and my first try at writing something like this. A friend read it and urged me to submit it - so here goes nothing. :D **

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We've been through this before -- meet in a parking lot, keep our distance from each other and just talk. It's the same pattern that we've dealt with for five years. This time, though, I'm tired of the pattern. Thinking of what could happen in the parking lot tonight I pull into my parking space and smile. I'd love nothing more than to make love to you right here and right now. But, I suppose we'll see what the parking lot has to offer tonight.

I see you pull into the parking lot and I step out of my vehicle and lean against the driver's door. It's been over a year since I've seen you and I know you're expecting our usual meet up. "Hey," I say as I step towards you to give you a hug, "long time no see." You smile and wrap your arms around my waist to hug me tight and I take a deep breath just to smell you. "Mm you smell good, got a hot date or something?" I joke. "Something like that," you laugh and say.

We break apart from our hug and you ask if I'd like to see the inside of your new car. I know you're a car lover so I agree. You turn on the car and show me all of the things you've upgraded. We talk a little bit about life and the past year and I ask you about a bet you made. The bet I'm talking about was the one that you said you'd kiss me next time you saw me -- which would be tonight. "I knew you wouldn't do it," I say and laugh. "You're too much of a chicken shit." Shocking me, or both of us, you lean over and kiss me.

Just a quick kiss on the lips but I pull you back to me and envelop your mouth with mine. I don't know whether you expected it but I'm enjoying it. I've missed the passion in your kisses, the taste of your mouth and the way your hands rub my back. I wrap my arms around your neck and play with your hair and your ears. I look up into your eyes and there's a naughty little sparkle. We kiss again with a lot more intensity and our hands are aching to find places to explore. 

I take one of your hands and place it on my thigh and I move my hand to your chest. Reaching under your shirt I play with your chest hair as your hand starts fumbling with the button and zipper on my pants. I don't offer to help but you do suggest we visit the backseat where there is more room. We crawl into the backseat with you on top of me kissing me hard as you undress me and tease me. You know what I want. 

While I'm kissing your neck I start to play with your zipper. I am shocked that you haven't ripped a hole in your pants by now. Your cock is trying to bust out as I set it free with my hands rubbing up and down the shaft. I'm happy to find out I'm not the only one wet as I take your precum on my finger and lick it off. Mmm. I continue my efforts by hand and enjoy hearing you moan from the pleasure as you find my pussy with your talented fingers. 

As you start sliding 1, then 2, fingers in and out of my pussy I start to move to the same rhythm on your cock. I love the feel of your hard, strong cock in my hands and I can't wait to feel it in my pussy again. I don't want to stop your hands from working their magic, though, so I continue to work you up while you start to bring me closer to an orgasm. It won't take long; not with you. 

We're kissing each other with the heat and passion that we've saved up for five years. The heat is rising within me as you softly start rubbing my clit in slow, small circles while keeping one finger in me at all times. My hips start grinding into you as my hand forms a tighter grip on your cock. I'm working my hand faster and harder and I know if I don't stop you'll cum all over me but right now I don't care. I'm on the brink of having a very powerful orgasm and I want us both to enjoy it. I warn you that I'm about to cum and you start fingering me faster until you feel my sweet juices flowing. I can feel how wet I am and I know I just soaked you with cum from my orgasm. 

Once I come down a little I let go of your hard, ready and waiting cock and slide you into me. "Pound me, baby!" is enough to set you into motion. You know I love it hard, fast and if possible doggy style so you tell me to bend over on the back seat. Luckily, for us, your car has enough room for you to ride me hard. I get up on my knees with my head against the door and watch you enter me from behind. Just that sight makes me wetter and you slide back in with no problem.

I close my eyes as I enjoy the closeness of our bodies and the feeling of your balls slapping against my pussy. I know I've worked you up to where you won't last long so I'm enjoying every second. I play with the muscles inside my pussy, holding and releasing your cock each time you pump into me, as I reach my hand down to your balls. I hold on to them as you move back and forth into me. "Mmm baby cum for me. I want to feel you shoot your cum into my hot, wet pussy," I moan as I move closer to another orgasm. 

I'd love to cum with you. I squeeze your balls just a little as you thrust hard into me. I can feel them getting tighter so I start moving back against you. Meeting your every thrust with one of my own -- you are hitting spots that only you can hit. I start to moan as my orgasm overtakes me; my whole body tightening, my pussy squeezing your cock just enough to set you off. You groan and thrust harder into me as I brace myself against the door. I can feel your hot cum in me... I can feel it hitting me 9, 10, no 11 times as you go over the edge into oblivion. 

I roll over and kiss you passionately as you come back to reality. Both of us are smiling like we have a dirty little secret as we redress ourselves and decide to get some fresh air. Standing against your car we talk a few more minutes while we catch our breath and it's harder for us to keep ourselves at a distance. We kiss and hug a few more times and then you say you have to go. I don't want to leave but I know you have somewhere to be so as I get into my car and you give me a hug and kiss goodbye I whisper in your ear the bet of a lifetime. "Bet that won't happen again!"



The Bet



I took the bet certain that I would win. The stakes of the bet – the winner gets sex the way they want it. I knew he wanted it, but I didn't know how he wanted it. I was so sure that I would win. If I won, I'd put on a two headed dildo and fuck him up the ass; all the while taunting him. At the centre of the dildo was a giant ball sack. The harness I wore held the dildo by the ball sack so that half the dildo was up my cunt and the other half stretched forward like a giant erect cock. The way I wanted it was me as the dominant and him my submissive. I would stroke his giant cock with both hands as I fucked him up the ass from behind. He hasn't had his dick inside me in months. Which is not to say that we haven't had sex. We have had a lot – unfortunately for him, he always lost the bets. I would fuck him in the ass with my strap on dildo and I'd give him a hand job until just before he came and then I'd let him finish it himself as I power fucked him in the ass. I would pull back until just the tip of the dildo was in him and as I held his hips I'd ram it hard into him. I would ride him as hard as I could and the louder he grunted, the better I liked it. I would fuck him until he couldn't take any more and pleaded with me to stop. The harder I rode him the more the dildo in my cunt stimulated me causing me to experience powerful orgasms. I would take particular satisfaction in the fact that often times the following day I could see him walking funny.

"Does the fag boy like it up the ass?", I would gasp while I thrust into his ass and writhed in ecstasy. I would taunt him by telling him that he should seek out gay men to fuck his ass. He would grunt through clenched teeth as he struggled to take my unyielding dildo up his ass. As I came, I would be squealing and writhing as I kept thrusting deep in his ass. 

The fact of the matter was that he won the bet and now he called the shots. For all of the times that I had won bets and ass fucked him – he was now going to pay me back in spades. He had instructed me to thoroughly lubricate all of my orifices. I paid particular attention to my asshole as I was certain that he would use his huge cock to pay special attention to my ass. His cock was about twice the thickness of my dildo and longer by half. I'd fuck him with an 6" dildo, but he was going to fuck me with a 8" cock. The thought of being ass fucked with a cock as huge as his filled me with fear – huge not because of the length, but because of the thickness. I've never been ass fucked before and I didn't know if it would cause discomfort or pain. If it was painful, could I endure it with my pride intact, or would he break me and ass fuck me until I begged for mercy.

"Assume the position", he commanded.

I took a low back chair and bent over the chair back. My ankles were tied to the rear legs of the chair and my wrists to the arms. I was so sure that I would win the bet that I had agreed to let him spank my bare ass 20 times if I lost. He picked up a thin leather strap and began to punish me. The first lash landed heavily across my ass cheeks. Although it hurt, I didn't let on that it hurt – I was determined to keep my pride.

"I am going to make you scream", he told me.

"No way", I said in the most convincing nonchalant voice that I could muster.

After five heavy swats, I'd had enough and I couldn't stay silent. Each stroke caused me to grunt through clenched teeth. By number ten I was crying out from the painful blows. By number 15 I was screaming and begging and there was five more to go. The remaining five made me squeal like a stuck pig. He left me tied up and sobbing as he caressed my burning ass. 

"I told you that I'd make you scream."

I now knew that one way or another he was going to break me. When he finally untied me and led me to the bedroom my ass hurt so much that I was walking funny. 

"Assume a rear entry position," he commanded.

I crawled to the centre of the bed and stopped. Legs spread wide, arms straight and head high in defiance.

"Legs together," he commanded. "On your elbows and bring your ass down."

The leather strap landed heavily on my ass with a loud crack. I squealed and quickly assumed his desired position. I had to submit – I just couldn't take anymore whippings.

"Please don't whip me any more. I'm submitting to you," I begged.

He stood in front of me stroking his very thick, 8" long cock with both hands slathering it with lubricant. I knew that he would soon be buried up my ass and I would be struggling to take that enormous man meat up my asshole. If my much smaller, yet big nonetheless, dildo caused him to struggle, I could only imagine how I would feel with his huge cock reaming me out. I assumed a more submissive position and he moved around behind me. I felt a twinge of fear as I pictured that huge cock penetrating my tight, virginal, star shaped asshole. Its one thing to be ass fucked for the first time, but to be ass fucked for the first time with a huge cock would be a struggle. His cock was bigger than huge and definitely not the size of cock with which to be ass fucked let alone take my anal virginity. He was at least twice the thickness of my strap on dildo and half again as long. He was hung like a fucking horse and my asshole was going to be stretched around his huge cock very soon. After he was finished with me, my asshole would not be same. My body stiffened when I finally felt the cock head press against my asshole.

"Please don't. You're too big." I mumbled under my breath.

"I know, but its pay back time. I'm going to make you into an anal blonde so that anytime I want it, you will surrender your ass to me."

I knew he meant it. He was going to really work me over. With gentle jabs, he slowly worked his way into my ass. Slowly, ever so slowly the giant mushroom head stretched me open. Despite the fear of being sodomised with such a massive cock, I was getting so turned on by his dominance. The cock head was so big that I started whimpering with each forward thrust. I was getting stretched to the max. Finally when I felt that I couldn't take any more, the cock head popped into my asshole. He was fucking huge – horse cock huge – and I was really feeling it in my now not so virgin asshole.

"OH FUCK!!," I screamed "WAIT!! GO SLOWLY!! YOUR COCK IS TOO FUCKING BIG!!"

I was now, technically speaking, no longer an anal virgin. He paused briefly and let me adjust. The cock head felt really big in my tight ass. I liked it when he began to wiggle his cock in slow circles. Every so often he would gently thrust forward and sink deeper into my ass. After seeing the massive size of his cock – 8" long and thick like my wrist – you would think that it would hurt up my tight, round, little ass. In actual fact, he was so gentle and slow that I didn't even realise it when he was fully seated up my ass. I now had a cock so huge, thick, and throbbing buried so deep in my ass that I felt like I was being fucked by a horse, but it didn't hurt me. He moulded his body to mine, grabbed my firm tits and began to ride me slowly with short strokes – it felt so good that I was soon pumping my ass to his slow rhythm and whimpering. Slowly he increased the length of the stroke and before long he was pulling back until only the head was in me and slowly sliding it in me – right to the hilt and balls deep. I was so turned on.

"Fuck meee!! Oh please fuck me!! I need you in my pussy. I'm so fucking hot for you." I begged.

He now held me by my hips and as he entered me, he would pull me back towards him – with his thumbs he would pull my ass cheeks apart. As he pulled out he would squeeze them together. His paced picked up and I could tell that he was going to come. I hoped that he would soon have me on my back, huge cock in my pussy and me with my legs in the air squealing as I approached orgasm. His thrusts became harder as he began slamming his cock into me. He was soon riding me so hard that I would squeal with each thrust – I knew that I'd feel it tomorrow. It seemed like an eternity that he power fucked my ass. I squealed and writhed uncontrollably as I struggled to endure his powerful anal thrusting. He would pull out and ram his huge cock deep into me. I didn't know how much more I could take. He kept riding me hard and pushed me over the brink.

"PLEASE STOP," I screamed. "ITS TOO MUCH. FUCK MY CUNT. PLEASE FUCK MY CUNT." 

Suddenly he grabbed my tits and with his giant cock fully seated up my asshole, his body stiffened. His cock exploded up my ass – a veritable river of semen was injected into my ass. I gasped in disbelief as come was injected in powerful jets.

"Please fuck my cunt," I whimpered.

Now in all aspects I was no longer an anal virgin. When he finished, he remained mounted, but his cock softened quite substantially.

"So what did you think of that?", he asked smugly.

"Fuckin' A! Do me in the ass some more. You are so fucking huge, but it doesn't hurt. It feels so good. My cunt is dripping wet. You fucking me in the ass is such a fucking turn on."

"If I keep ass fucking you, you might be walking funny tomorrow."

"I know that I will be because your cock is so big; especially if you keep banging me in the ass so hard, but I don't care. It feels so good when you ass fuck me."

"Did you like the spanking?"

"Spanking? You didn't spank me – you whipped me and it really fucking hurt, but it gives an edge to the fucking that I'm taking in my ass. I'm so horny and my pussy is dripping wet. Will you please fuck my pussy."

"Nope. Ass fucking only. I'm going to fuck you in the ass until you can't walk properly. I'm going to whip your ass, fuck your ass, come in your ass, rest in your ass and fuck your ass some more. I'm not going to let you touch your pussy and I'm not going to let you come."

Now I knew how he was going to break me. He knew that he could fuck my ass as much as he wanted without ever bringing me to orgasm. He was going to ass fuck me and make me so horny. He was going to break me.

He started to rub my clit in firm circular motions which caused my body to twitch involuntarily.

"Oh fuck," I gasped. Then I felt it. His cock began to grow. After his powerful orgasm, his huge, thick cock shrunk quite a lot. It became soft and relieved the strain which allowed my asshole to shrink and relax. Now I could feel his cock getting thicker, harder and longer. Without even moving it, I could feel the head moving deeper and deeper into my asshole. The increasing thickness was stretching me. His clitoral assault increased in intensity – he was rubbing harder and faster which caused me to writhe involuntarily. The more that I writhed and quivered the bigger and harder he got. I was on the brink – gasping, squealing, grunting, writhing and squirming. Suddenly he stopped.

"Oh God please. Please I'm so close. Please bring me to orgasm. I'm begging you – please make me come."

"No!"

"PLEEEEASE", I begged.

With the leather strap, he slapped my ass really hard about five times and then began to ride me again. I screamed with each heavy whipping. His huge throbbing cock buried so deep into my vitals was slowly pulled out. Inch after throbbing inch of thick, woman taming man meat was pulled out of my ass until only the huge head remained up my ass. He then began to slowly wiggle it a tight circle. I don't know why but this was driving me through the roof. I was panting and grunting uncontrollably as my body trembled and quivered. He held my tits and twiddled my erect nipples as he began the long journey to bury his cock in me. Over and over again he stroked me – slowly at first and then faster and faster until he was riding me hard. He was slamming his huge cock into my ass so hard that I was being knocked forward with each thrust. I had to hold onto the headboard so as to weather the anal assault. My cunt was so wet from arousal that I was screaming and begging to be fucked in my pussy. Suddenly he again exploded in my asshole. Powerful jets of semen were injected deep into my helpless asshole. Again his cock shrivelled. He remained mounted and after a brief spell he began to caress my cunt. He would run his fingers along my slit – never touching my clit. He would slip his finger into my dripping cunt and then back along my slit. I was so horny that I was trembling and in tears begging him to let me come.

"Please fuck my cunt. I need your cock in my cunt. I'll do anything for you if you please fuck my cunt."

"Can I tie you and spank your bare ass?"

"Yes please. You can spank me, but please bring me first."

"Can I tie you and whip you?"

"Goddamn it. Please I'm begging you. Whip me, beat me, do what ever, but please make me come." 

Hi s cock was once again a huge, raging hard-on buried deep in my ass.

"No, I will not let you come. I will however beat your ass as punishment for trying to bribe me."

He began to ride me slowly at first and then faster and faster making me scream and plead for mercy. I was so desperate for an orgasm. With each orgasm, he was taking longer and longer to come. He was riding my ass longer and longer which made me hornier and hornier. My ass was so tight with his huge cock inside me that every time he came, his cock exploded even though with each orgasm less and less semen was injected into me. By now my innards were filled with so much come that I had an overpowering need to eject it. Once again he exploded in my ass, his cock softened, but this time he dismounted me

"I have to take a leak," he informed me.

I was thrilled as I thought that I would have the opportunity to masturbate myself to orgasm. My thrill was short lived when he commanded me to stand at the end of our canopy bed and then proceeded to tie one arm to each of the bed posts. When he was finished, my arms were spread and tied to the tops of the bed posts and my legs were spread and tied to the base of the bed posts. He began to stroke my clit again ever so gently; driving me wild.

"Please," I sobbed. "Please let me come."

"Nope"

With that he tied a blind fold across my eyes and walked away.

I stood there all tied up spread-eagle helpless and fully exposed to his every whim. I felt disorientated and at the same time horny as fuck.

"Please come back to me", I begged.

Finally I heard him return.

"I will now punish you for your attempted bribery," he said. "After the punishment I may be nice to you, but then I may not."

I then felt his huge cock head nosing between my ass cheeks. When I felt it touch my stretched asshole I flinched involuntarily.

"Oh I see. Still a little rebellious and not readily willing to submit to my every whim. I guess more punishment is in order. I'm not going to use the strap this time, now I'm going to use the riding crop. I'm going to give you five, but I want you to ask for each of them. You will tell me in a convincing tone of voice that your behaviour is unacceptable and that you should be punished."

"No, please. I'm not rebellious. Your cock is so big and thick that I can't help but flinch when I think of my tight little ass and your huge cock. Please don't whip me again. My ass is yours. Please sodomise me."

He whipped me four times right across the base of my ass where my ass meets my thighs – two on the right, two on the left and one right across my ass. I squealed and writhed with each blow and between blows I begged him to sodomise me. Luckily he did not hit me very hard – just enough to make me squeal and writhe. He then untied me and I quickly assumed a submissive position on the bed.

"On your back with pillows under your ass," he commanded.

I was sure that he was now going to fuck my pussy. He then proceeded to tie my wrists to the bed posts at the foot of the bed so that I was unable to move closer to the head board. At this point I could not fathom what his plans were. He then proceeded to tie my ankles to the head board. I was now securely tied with my knees to my chest and legs splayed open and since I was still blindfolded, I had no idea what was happening. The position that I was in was not uncomfortable, but it occurred to me that my ass was perfectly positioned for additional spankings. I soon felt a finger penetrate my dripping pussy and my asshole. A tongue begin to gently lick my slit. In no time I was writhing and gasping as I approached what I was certain to be a colossal orgasm, when suddenly all the stimulation stopped except for the anal stimulation. A second finger and then a third were introduced into my gaping, stretched asshole.

"Oh please let me come. You've been torturing me enough. Please let me come. I'm begging you please let me come."

I was so hot that I began to sob as I begged for mercy. I then felt a thick phallus penetrate my cunt. I knew that it wasn't a real, flesh and blood cock, but rather a really big dildo. It felt so good that I whimpered and gasped as it was slowly pushed deeper and deeper into my cunt. Once it was fully inserted it was slowly removed. The fingers were still teasing my asshole.

"Oh God that feels so good" I gasped. I was barely able to speak. The treatment was so gentle that I was not getting any closer to orgasm, but the sensations were delicious and wicked. Soon, I was unable to speak coherently – only grunts, groans and squeals. The dildo was so big that my cunt was stretched tightly around it. Suddenly the fingers were removed from my ass.

"Oh please don't stop," I whimpered. The dildo began a rapid in and out motion that was rapidly driving me to orgasm. I started screaming and writhing when suddenly it all stopped. The dildo was slowly moved in and out – I knew that he was not going to let me come.

"Make me come you fucking asshole," I screamed.

"I'm not the fucking asshole. Today you have the fucking asshole and I'm going to fuck you in your fucking asshole."

The giant dildo was fully inserted in my quivering cunt. I then felt his giant cock head pressing against my asshole. Because of the huge size of the dildo in my cunt, he needed to apply a lot of pressure to penetrate my asshole. Suddenly the head penetrated me and the shaft was slowly buried into me. I was going crazy from the stimulation caused by the huge cocks buried in me. As he fucked my ass, I sobbed and begged for him to let me come. I pleaded with him to make me come. I begged him to fuck my pussy.

"Will you make another woman come by eating her pussy," he asked?

Being very much against lesbian sex, I was surprised to find myself agreeing to it and interestingly not being repulsed by it.

"Will you put on a dildo and fuck another woman to orgasm," he asked?

Again I was surprised to find myself not just agreeing to do it, but actually wanting to do it. He began to ride me harder and harder. He also wiggled his cock in circles further stretching my enlarged asshole until he again exploded up my ass.

"I've arranged for your cousin Suzy to join us. She wants you to eat her and fuck her before she fucks you and makes you come."

I was again surprised that I was very agreeable. Suzy, a gorgeous red head, wasn't really my cousin, but having grown up together, she may as well be my cousn. I was untied, and the blindfold removed, but the dildo was left in my cunt as a means of tormenting me further. There was Suzy dressed in stockings, and garters and nothing else. In one hand she held a big, fat dildo and harness. The other hand held a whip.

"Eat me well and I won't whip you. Fuck me well and I won't need to whip you."

She dropped the harness and laid down in the middle of the bed with a pillow under her ass. She spread her legs and pulled her knees to her chest.

"Start eating bitch."

As I bent over the edge of the bed, the irony of the situation was not lost on me. I always taunt him by telling him that he should get a fag to fuck his ass and now he was making me fuck a woman. As I licked her clit, I fingered her pussy and her asshole. Before long I had her panting and writhing. I then felt his huge cock pressing against my asshole and began to wonder how many times I would be ass fucked. My cunt was still filled with a dildo. I was so horny. Suddenly Suzy screamed and I felt her cunt and asshole pulsate around my fingers. I kept at it until she finished. Just before Suzy came, he exploded in my ass again, but remained mounted until I finished her.




The Bet



"Get that dildo on and fuck me," she ordered in a husky voice.

She remained with legs spread and waited for me to mount her. I climbed between her legs, positioned the fat dildo against her little cunt hole and pressed forward sinking all eight, fat inches up her cunt.

"God that feels so good. Fuck me hard you anal slut."

I pumped her hard and slow deep and shallow and made her scream and writhe. I soon had her coming hard.

"FUCK ME HARD!!" she screamed and began to use the whip on my ass to get me to ride her harder and faster. The stinging whip was encouragement enough. I banged her hard and fast. Each stinging whipping caused me to cry out and writhe. As I writhed she screamed louder whipped me harder. My ass was on fire, my cunt was on fire.

"Please stop whipping me," I begged.

"Fuck me doggie style," she gasped.

I withdrew and she turned over on her stomach and waited until I mounted her. I again felt the huge cock head against my asshole. I was so stretched that he popped right in and sank balls deep without much effort. I then mounted Suzy and as I fucked her, I was fucked in the ass. As I fucked Suzy, she gasped and writhed as she had orgasm after orgasm. I too gasped and writhed from being ass fucked yet again.

"Fuck my cunt! Please fuck my cunt!" I begged over and over.

I suddenly had a wicked idea. When Suzy was about to come, I withdrew from her cunt and impaled her ass. The thick dildo made her scream. The dildo popped in and I slid it all the way in. As I sodomised her, she screamed and writhed trying to dismount me.

"Fuck you bitch," I said. "If I get ass fucked then you do to." The difference was that by now my asshole was stretched enough that his huge cock didn't hurt any more and I was enjoying being sodomised – the huge dildo in her asshole was obviously causing her discomfort. Soon after I impaled her ass, his cock again exploded up my ass. He withdrew and allowed me to power hump Suzy's ass. A short while later, he pulled me off of Suzy and mounted her with his huge cock. She really squealed and writhed as he rode her to another orgasm. I was thankful that it was her because my ass had been used so much that the come up my ass was running out of my huge asshole. I watched him slam bang her ass in amazement. I could not believe how much his cock stretched her asshole and I thought about how that was my asshole not to long ago. Her body writhed and she pumped her ass. She reached back and started to rub her cunt to bring herself to orgasm. She came hard – her body went stiff and she screamed so loud that it would wake the dead. She took forever to finish coming and when she did, she collapsed in a heap. He kept banging her tight little ass until he came. When he dismounted she was whimpering.



The Bet



Gary walked into the club and immediately noticed a girl sitting at the bar. There was an extremely cheesy looking guy sitting next to her attempting to to pick her up but failing miserably. After ignoring the guy long enough he left. She looked fantastic wearing a white miniskirt and a black tube top. She had medium sized breasts either a big B or a small C. Gary wasn't positive. She had long bleach blonde hair and the most gorgeous face he had seen on a girl. Her skin was an amazing tanned color, and her legs looked like they stretched on for days. He had to talk to her. 

"Hi," Gary said sitting down on the vacant bar stool.

"Hello," she replied. "How are you this evening?"

"Good. How about you?" he asked. "Can I get a Sam Adams?" he asked turning to the bartender. 

"I'm fine, she said. The bartender puts a bottle down on a napkin in front of Gary. 

"What's an attractive woman like yourself doing at a bar without your boyfriend?" Gary asks before taking a drink.

"I don't have a boyfriend." She answered.

"That's a surprise. I can't imagine that a girl as beautiful as you wouldn't have a man." 

"Actually I just got out of a long relationship."

"Oh that's too bad. What happened?" 

"He couldn't handle the sex." She told me.

"Oh," he was perplexed by the statement. How could a man not enjoy sex with her? "Crap. How rude of me. I'm Gary." He extended his hand to her. 

"Danica," she said with a smile as she shook his hand. 

"Well, Danica, it's a pleasure to meet you." 

The two talked for half an hour or so. It was basic chit chat that most people go through when they first meet someone. Gary found it hard to not glance into her cleavage every now and then. Up close he had decided that they were more likely to be C cups than B's. He wasn't sure, but he thought they might be fake. If they were the doctor had done a very nice job. Gary looked at his watch. 

"Oh man I gotta run. I got a big presentation tomorrow. Can I call you tomorrow? Maybe we can grab dinner tomorrow night?"

"Yeah," she said writing her number on a napkin. "Just call me whenever." 

"Talk to you then," he said as he put money on the bar and got up. Gary left the club and headed home. 

He woke up the next morning and got ready for work. He couldn't get Danica off his mind. He wanted the day to be over with and it hadn't even started. When he got to work his presentation went smoothly and by the end of the day his boss had come to his office to offer him a promotion. Gary's day was going superbly. Not only did he get offered a promotion but he would be going out with a drop dead gorgeous woman for dinner. As he was walking to his car he pulled out his phone and called her. 

"Hey there," he said.

"Hey. I'm glad you called."

"Why wouldn't I call?" he said laughing. "How does eight sound for dinner?"

"That would be great." Gary could tell that she was smiling. He got directions and headed home. He went into his apartment and changed for dinner. Gary left about seven and headed to Danica's place. He pulled up in front of her building and went to ring the bell. 

"Hello?" her voice came through the intercom. 

"Danica? It's me Gary."

"Oh ok I'll buzz you in. It's the third door on the right after you go up one flight." A buzzer sounds and he goes in the building. He walks up stairs and down the hall. He knocks on the door. Danica answers the door in a bath robe. 

"Hey you're a bit early. I'll be just a minute. Just make yourself at home." She heads back into the bedroom. 

"Yeah didn't know how long it would take to get here so I left my place early." Gary could see a mirror in her bedroom from his seat on the couch. Danica took the robe off. Her breasts were definitely fake, but they still looked really good. He glanced back at the TV. He heard the door close she must have seen his head in the mirror and realized that if he had been looking then he could see her. He knew that she hadn't seen him looking at her. 

"Ok I'm all ready," she said emerging from the bedroom in a black skintight dress that covered the top half of her thigh and had a keyhole in the chest to show off her cleavage. 

"You look amazing," Gary said. 

"Why thank you." The two left the building. He opened the passenger side door for her as she sat down. After closing the door for her he got in and drove to the restaurant he had made reservations at. They sat and ate a very expensive meal and talked about themselves. He told her that he had been given a promotion that afternoon and that dinner with her rounded off what he thought was one of the best days he'd had in a while. After dinner they headed back to her place. They ended up in her living room making out. They stopped kissing for a second. She looked into his eyes. 

"Did you like seeing my tits earlier?" 

"Huh?" he said playing dumb. 

"When I was in my bedroom getting ready I saw you looking at my tits in the mirror." 

"Oh. You saw me?"

"I let you see me." A smile appeared on her face. I smiled and started kissing her again. She unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the couch as I unzipped the zipper on her back. She worked on my belt as I peeled the skintight cloth from her body exposing the mounds of flesh on her chest. All she was wearing at that point was a black g-string. She pulled down my pants leaving me in my boxers. She looked into his eyes after she saw the tent that his cock made with his boxers. 

"Let's go to my room," she said as she took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Her ass looked perfect as it swished in front of him. She climbed into the large bed and pointed at his boxers and signaled him to drop them. Gary immediately pushed them to the floor and his hard cock bounced out. Danica turned her hand over and hooked her finger telling him to get in the bed. He obliged. 

He grabbed on to the little black strings on her hips and peeled the thong off revealing a little blonde patch of pubic hair. 

"Eat it," she said forcefully. Gary buried his face in her twat as he licked her pink lips. She moaned loudly as he drove his tongue deeper. He ate her to a climax and sat up., her juices dripping down his chin.

"Now fuck me!" She didn't have to tell Gary twice. He slammed his hard member into her wet slit and pumped in and out. He fucked her for a solid half hour before he was close to cumming. She felt him getting ready to pull out and screamed, "Don't you fucking pull out." This made him blow his load then and there. It felt like a dream it was so good. She came again when she felt his spunk hit her inner walls. 

"That was amazing," Danica said as Gary collapsed on top of her.

"Yeah it was," Gary agreed. "Girls don't usually throw them selves on me like that."

"Well to be honest it was a bet."

"What?"

"A girlfriend of mine made a bet with me. We wanted to see who could be the first to sleep with 100 guys and you just won me a thousand dollars."

"What? If you were at ninety-nine then why didn't you take that guy that you were ignoring at the bar before I talked to you?"

"He was sixty-something and wanted to hook up again. He was a bad lay."

"Was I good?"

"It wasn't the best I've had but it wasn't bad."

"Thanks," Gary said sarcastically

"Hey, don't be like that."

"How do you want me to be? I mean you used me."

"I used you for sex. Most guys are cool with that." 

"Well what ever. I'm gonna go." Gary got dressed and walked out of the apartment. 

A few days later Gary was at work in his new office and he got a call from Danica. 

"Hey," her voice came through

"Hi" 

"Hey can we try to do this right?" she asked.

"Do what right?"

"I feel bad about the other night. I wanted to know if you wanted to go a movie with me." 

"Sure," Gary said perking up. "Let me call you when I get off work."

That night Gary went to a movie with Danica and spent the night with her without having sex. They just talked and spent time together. They decided to take things slow to see if there were any feelings between them that they didn't have time to look for on their first date.



The Bet



"You're on," Deborah said. 

"Unfortunately we won't be able to watch it live," Chris responded, "So I'll Tivo it. We'll just avoid any news on the way home." 

Chris and Deb had a reoccurring bet since they started dating. Chris was from Washington D.C. and a Redskins fan while Deb grew up in New York, and rooted for the Giants. 

"I told Patty that it wouldn't make a difference if Timmy got christened next month, but she didn't agree. It starts at one thirty. And then there is lunch at some restaurant after." Deb said. 

"We could skip the and maybe be home by five?" 

"No, we can't. I know how much you hate small talk, but we'd miss the game anyway." The couple made their way through the mall, "So what's thewinner get this time?" Deb asked. 

"Looser cooks for a week?" 

"Hmm, I don't know if my stomach could handle winning that again." 

"Hey!" Chris responded giving his wife a playful nudge on the shoulder. 

Still laughing Deb said, "We need to pick up some of that coffee for Patty." 

Deb guided Chris through the maze of retail, directly to the kitchen supply store. While Chris filled a one pound bag Deb wandered the aisles. When he had finished he found his wife perusing the cutlery section, "Do we need anything else?" He asked. 

"Not really, unless I found our bet?" 

"What do you mean?" 

Deb said lifted a long breadboard, "the looser gets 10 with this?"It was 18 inches long unfinished wood with a handle carved into it. 

Chris laughed out loud, "Um, ouch?" 

"What's the matter, worried?" 

"Me, my team has a quarterback." 

"Ok then, ten for the looser, that's a good number." 

"Ten how about a little more interesting? We'll go by the difference in the score?" 

"Oh, I don't think I could hit you that many times. But if you think you can handle it, OK" 

"Fine, may the best man win" Chris said emphasizing "man" 

"The only position I have to think about is your's, bent over," She said holding out her hand. Chris took it and they firmly shook. 

"Wow, that service was painful," Chris commented. 

Debbie let another couple enter the restaurant ahead of them and tugged Chris' sleeve to stop, "That's three times you said painful in the last ten minutes. You preoccupied with what you're getting later." She whispered. 

Chris laughed and walked through the door, "You betterhope not, because you'll be the one paying for it if you loose." 

"If? You don't sound too confident," Deb said following. 

One of the couple that they had entered with had over heard Chris' comment, "Sounds like someone has a bet going?" 

Deb answered as they took their seats at a nearby table, "Chris and I always have a bet on any Giants Redskin's games." 

"Mixed marriage huh?" The men said, taking a seat. As the whole table chuckled, the man's wife answered, "So what is the bet." 

Deborah glanced at Chris who was reaching for his water glass. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she turned to the woman, "It's usually pretty tame, this time we've upped the stakes though." She turned back toward Chris. "This year the loser won't be sitting down for quite a while after the game." 

Chris blushed. He didn't believe she would really say anything, but the way she'd been acting recently, Chris didn't want to take that chance. "Yeah, all the chores that were put off from coming down here get to be done by the looser after the game," Chris said as his eyes met Deb's. 

The look she gave him said, "ha-ha made you small talk." 

The rest of the lunch passed uneventfully. After coffee had been served, Chris leaned over to Deb, "We should get going. If we leave now we'll get home around the end of the late games." 

"Well we have a long drive, it was nice meeting everyone." Debbie announced, "email me those pictures when you get a chance." 

"As soon as I get home," answered the woman they walked in with. 

Chris immediately went to the TV and checked the saved programs. There it was in big bold letters NFL FOOTBALL WASH VS NYG 1:00PM. 

"You know? Part of me is a little disappointed," Deb said as she walked in carrying the paddle, "If you missed it, we could just check the final score and I could start using this on you," She laid the paddle across the top of the TV. 

The first half passed quickly. There was more emotion in the living room than on the field. Deb taunted Chris about every good New York play, and ridicule for every Washington mistake. Chris' only response was, "you know, you really sound more like an Eagle's fan." She answered by sticking out her tongue. The half ended in a 6 - 6 tie. 

Chris paused the TV, "Do you want something for dinner?" 

"Good idea, you won't be able to sit comfortably to eat if we wait until after." 

Chris chuckled, "What do you want?" "To eat," he added just as Debbie was going to make a smart comment. 

"What ever you're having is fine," she said as she kissed him. "Having for dinner, not what you're getting later," she joked and grabbed his ass. "I'm going to get changed." 

"Wear something easy to pull down," he replied giving her a squeeze. 

Deb ran upstairs while Chris made two sandwiches. He put them, a bag of chips, and two beers on the coffee table. He stopped in front of the TV and hefted the paddle. Chris swung it slowly once through the air. This was certainly the heaviest implement they owned and a part of him was not looking forward to feeling it. Especially not tonight, "Let's go guys." He replaced the paddle and trotted toward the stairs like the players heading into the locker room. 

Chris changed into sweatpants and his team jersey. Deb was across the hall at the computer in her Giants sweatshirt and stretch pants, "Just checking emails. We got those pictures for the christening." 

"You ready to get put away in the second half." 

"You were watching the same game I was right?" 

"If it was the one with the sucky team in maroon, then yes" she joked. 

"You just don't quit. You're cocky because it's close. Probably be decided by a field goal. So only three swats." 

"Ok then, let's up the bet. Double?" 

"You sure you want to do that" 

"Yeah my arm won't get tired." 

"OK then, double it is." 

The second half went much like the first. Nothing exciting, but neither potential spankee gave up on their team. With under a minute to go, Washington had just tied the game. 

"Come on boys, hold 'em and take this thing to overtime." Chris said leaning off the couch. 

"Plenty of time Big Blue. A field goal for six of the best." The kick went up. Deep and long, it seemed to use up half the time on the clock while in the air. The New York Giant fielded it at the goal line. The ball bounced off his chest and landed a few yards in front "No!" Deb screamed. 

The return man tried to scoop up the errant ball but only managed to bat it up the field. The Washington players drew closer. 

"Fall on it, fall on it!" Chris yelled as if they could hear him. Two players dove for the ball but it avoided their grasps and bounced away. Finally as if the ball acted on purpose, it bounced perfectly into the waiting hands of one of the Giants. Most the other players were either on the ground or entangled with someone else. He took off down the field, easily out distancing everyone else. Only the kicker stood between him and the end zone. 

Debbie kept chanting, "Go! Run you fool, run!" 

Chris was transfixed mumbling quietly, "get him, get him." The kicker made a valiant attempt, diving for the Giant but only sprawled himself across the field. New York scored a touchdown with seconds left, and the rest of the game ticked away while Chris sat dumbfounded. 

Deborah on the other hand instantly sprang up and retrieved the paddle, "Woo Hoo! Go big Blue, go big Blue!" She sang as she held it over her head like a trophy. Chris looked at his wife in disbelief, "Let's go mister, There's going to be one more Redskin tonight." 

Chris chuckled despite himself, "You've been saving that one," Deb just nodded with a huge grin, "I should paddle you just for making such a bad joke." 

Laughing and motioning to the stairs she replied, "Oh no, this is all for you. 14." 

Chris led the way upstairs. "Hands on the bed should work nicely," Deb stated stepping up beside her husband. Chris bent forward, placed his palms on the bed with his feet wide apart. He raised his head and took a deep breath. He glimpsed his wife while she stroked the flat of the paddle. He knew this was going to hurt, but the tingle in his stomach also caused another part of him to tingle. 

"Are you ready?" 

"Yes," was Chris' reply, followed almost immediately by a loud smack. Chris felt his cheeks go numb for a split second, but didn't feel as much pain as he expected. The second swat fell exactly like the first. This time a sting lingered. 

"Hmm, I think these need to go," Deb said lowering the paddle. She hooked her thumbs through the waistbands of his sweats and his boxers. In one motion she yanked them down to his ankles. The air on his exposed lower half added to both Chris' excitement and trepidation. Deborah continued the blows. Whack, whack, whack. Three quick hits made Chris lift up onto histoes and almost lay on the bed. He knew if got too far out of position, Deb wouldn't count the swats, but brushing against the bed did feel good. Whack, whack. The next two strikes were harder. Chris leaned in again, and let out two loud grunts. He could feel his cheeks tightening up; the tingling behind him was gone, replaced by a deep stinging. With half of the penalty paid, Chris braced himself. 

"Now for the double. Too bad it wasn't a field goal." The phone rang. "Oh, looks like you get a halftime," she said as she picked it up. "Hello...Oh hi...nothing, just settling up a bet...one sec mom." Deb patted Chris' red ass while grinning and motioned for him to stand up, "I'll just be a minute." 

Chris stretched his back, and turned away from Deb. He shuffled toward the bedroom door and pulled up his boxers. He walked without bending his knees, and gently put is hands to his sore backside. Chris walked into the office and noticed that the computer was on. He thought checking his fantasy football might distract him. Chris sat gently and kept some weight on his feet, he pushed the mouse and the familiar list of new emails appeared. As he moved to "x" out of mail, the preview pane caught his eye. 

"Deb, here are the pictures, and congrats on the Giants," read the subject.Chris checked the time stamp, four hours. He stood up slowly and walked purposefully into the bedroom."OK...I will...take care...bye," Deb said haning up thephone. She reached for the paddle, "Ok Hon, ready for the second half?" 

"I don't think so," he responded. 

"A bet's a bet?" Deb sounded a little unsure. 

"Double the bet huh? How many times have I asked you to turn off the computer?" 

"Oh you can't weasel out for something like that " 

"Oh I'm not. Those are interesting pictures from the christening" 

"OK, but what's that got to..." Deb froze. Her eyes darted back and forth. She clutched the paddle tight, "Ok, well, you took your seven, we'll just call it even." 

"You cheated, you little..." 

"No I didn't, not really. How could I? I would have doubled anyway" 

"Deborah, give me the paddle." She melted at the command. Dropping her gaze, she handed Chris the paddle, "now bend over the bed." Deborah's face began to flush as she stepped up to the bed. Chris heart started to race, "Now how many? I could give you the next seven. Or, what was that number you liked? 10 was it?" Deb remained silent, bent over. "After the way you've been acting, and the cheating, I think that's fair. Anything you want to say?" 

Deborah took a deep breath, "I deserve it." 

Chris drew back the paddle, hesitated an instant, and then swung. Whack. The first smack took Deb's breath away. Whack. The second brought the tingle back to Chris. Watching his wife take what he just got made him want her more and more with each swat. Whack. As the third hit landed, Deborah stood up and put both hands on her ass. "Ow, damn that hurts," she tried to rub out the sting. 

"Tell me about it. Back down, you have more." Chris tugged down her pants and panties. 

Whack. Deb grunted and dropped her head to the bed. Whack. She lay forwarded rolling onto her side and reached one hand back. Chris waited a moment, and then he heard the sob. The red in Deborah's cheeks had no gentle fade at the edges, only a harsh contrast to the rest of her skin. 

"Honey, are you ok?" 

"Yes," gasped a weak response. 

"Ok, you've had enough, come here." 

"No," Deb's replied stronger, "I want the rest." She took her position, sniffed, and wiped back tears. 

"Really Deb, it's ok" 

"I want the rest, I'm ready...please." Chris lined up the paddle. Whack. This strike was lighter the others. Whack, the next was the same, and the sobs returned. Chris excitement was evident as his boxers pushed out in front, despite the hesitation he felt, "Now we're even." 

"Give me the rest," Deb pleaded, panting loudly 

"You're sure?" 

"Yes. You just be ready to fuck me when you're done." 

That comment erased all doubt, and if it was possible Chris' excitement doubled. The paddle rose and fell as hard as the first swat. Whack. Chris drew it back quickly as Deborah let out a grunt. Whack. Chris left the paddle in contact with Deb's ass. Deb pushed back against it, but stayed in position. 

"Take me now," Deb practically yelled. 

Chris whipped off his boxers, and stepped up behind his wife. The couple started their own game, that in the end left them tired, satisfied, and sore. Both of them hoped their teams would meet more than once again this year.



The Bet



One late weeknight, Marcus and Bridget were chatting on AIM. Their conversation turn to them being unhappy with their weight gain. Well Bridget came up with an idea that they will help each other with losing weight. They made a bet for whoever lost the most wins; as motivation to win the bet the winner got to make the loser do whatever they want. The time limit for the weight loss was 6 months.

After the 6 months, Marcus dropped down to 185 from 240; which beat Bridget's 190 to 140 drop. Marcus, now 23 5'9" with brown hair, couldn't wait to see Bridget's, 23 5'6" 38DD with bright red hair, new body in the nude. They discussed that the day for the payment was that following Saturday. Marcus couldn't wait till his reward. When Saturday came Marcus and Bridget went to a nice restaurant to celebrate their lost and the reward would begin once they reached his apartment.

When they entered his apartment he pushed her against the wall and forcibly kissed her and nibbled her neck which lasted for about twenty minutes. He told her she will not need her clothes for the rest of the evening and that she had to do a strip tease for him. She walked him to the couch and told him to sit still. Bridget walked to the stereo and looked for something to dance to. After a minute or two she found that his Ipod was already hooked up and a note saying play me. The first song that played was Kick Start My Heart by Motley Crue. Bridget started feeling the music and swayed her hips to the music. As her hips were in motion she lowered her skirt she had on leaving her in a blouse and panties on. Marcus enjoyed her performance and admired that she chose to where a pair of sheer bikini cut panties. He told her to stay like that until the following song. Next Girls, Girls, Girls came on, Marcus told her to remove the blouse. She started to unbutton it and every so often flash her bra. Each flashing was too brief for Marcus to notice the bra. She continued dancing and near the end of the song ripped the rest of the buttons off reveal the matching black shelf bra, proudly displaying her lovely DD's. Then the final song came on, I Touch Myself. Marcus told Bridget it was time to remove the panties and act out the song by masturbating for him. First she only moved the crotch over and fingered herself like that for his enjoyment thinking he would get bored of the show quickly. But he wanted more and had her remove them completely and positioned herself on her hands and knees. She faced away from him so he can watch her pussy. Lucky for him there was a mirror on the opposite wall so he could also see the pleasure of her face. The show started to get hot and Marcus asked how long before she would cum. Bridget said she was very close; Marcus said that is good then stop. Bridget was shocked and looked at him with a pouty face. 

Marcus escorted her to the bedroom and said rd 2 begins now. He laid her on the bed dress only in her shelf bra. He took her hands and ankles and tied her to the four posts and then covered her eyes with a blindfold. He got up from the bed and turned on a porno on the television so she can hear the people moaning on it. When Bridget started to beg for him to do something to her; Marcus walked to the closet and out stepped his classmate Judy, black hair 22 5'3" 115lbs with 34 C and clean shaven, nude. He whispered to Judy to start eating Bridget and she did. As Judy ate Marcus whispered into Bridget's ear "how does it feel being eaten by a complete stranger" and asked how good it was. Bridget answered his question by grinding her pussy deeper into Judy's face. Marcus then kissed Bridget and moved on to her tits: sucking, nibbling, licking, biting and pulling onto each nipple. Then he straddled Bridget's chest and titty fucked her and entered her waiting mouth then back to the titty fucking till he came and covered the tits with his cum. While he came Judy brought Bridget to an orgasm. Judy then moved up the body and licked his cum off her tits and deep kissed Bridget so they can both enjoy the mixture of Marcus' and Bridget's cum. As the two girls kissed Marcus untied Bridget so she can get into the kissing more. Bridget decided to flip Judy onto the bed and explored her body. Bridget went straight for her tits and sucked on them till Judy was horny and fingered Judy's pussy as she sucked on the tits. Bridget was down to Judy's pussy and admired the clean look and asked if she can get shaved after Judy got off. As Bridget ate Judy; Marcus' cock got hard again get between Bridget's legs for the first time in their friendship and fucked her doggie. Bridget had a great time eating her first pussy and having her friend's dick into her for the first time ever. All three came together. 

Marcus told the girls to get the equipment for round 3. Judy went into the bathroom for a towel, shaving cream, a new razor, and a bowl of wet water; as Bridget waited on the bed. Marcus pulled up a chair and watched as Judy shaved Bridget bare. As Bridget got shaved she noticed they her pussy was getting wet from feeling cool air on her pussy and from Judy constants holding the lips open. When Bridget's pussy was shaved and washed she asked Judy to lie down so she can lick her pussy. As Bridget licked her pussy, Judy nudged her to straddle her face so they could 69. Marcus did his best to just sit there and watched but once the girl 69'ed he couldn't take it and had to join. So he pushed his cock into Judy's mouth to gain some lube then entered Bridget's ass and fucked her anally. While Marcus fucked Bridget Judy alternated between licking Bridget's clit and pussy and sucking on Marcus balls. When Marcus was about to cum he pulled out and told the girls to get ready for a cum shower. The two girls sat besides each other as Marcus' cum landed out their faces. Marcus went into the shower to wash up as the girls cleaned each other's faces and tits. Marcus finished his shower and saw the girls sleeping on his bed and cuddled with them and drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning Marcus was awakened by both girl taking turns sucking his dick. The girls kept sucking his dick and kissing over top of the head. Then Bridget asked if he could do something for him and told Judy to get on her knee and wrapped her tits around Marcus' cock and instructed Judy on how to get her titty fucked like that. When his dick was hard Bridget pushed him onto the bed and straddled his face and told Judy to get on top and ride his cock till he cums. As the girls were on top they kissed, played and sucked each other's tits. After the three came, Judy said it was fun but she had to get to class and left Marcus and Bridget in the apartment alone. Marcus and Bridget went into the room for more adventures; but that is for another time.



The Bet



It all started out as a bet that I never thought would go as far as it did. Anne and I were playing our usual tournament of backgammon and luck was really with me that night. I had won six games in a row and Anne's competitive streak was really up. I told her I wanted to quit but she kept arguing for one more game. She had to have one more chance to beat me. I kept saying no, that I was tired and besides I had no incentive to play anymore. At that statement Anne decided to up the ante. 

"I tell you what," she said." Lets play one more game and if you win I will wear whatever outfit you want me to for an entire day." 

Anne knows how much I love for her to dress up like a slut for me so she knew this would be hard for me to turn down.

I couldn't believe what she had just offered so I thought I better get this straight. "You mean if I win you will wear whatever I tell you to for the whole day?" " Right?"

Anne immediately said yes. 

"So I pick the outfit and the day. Whatever day I want?" 

Anne hesitated at first but then agreed. 

"Deal", I quickly said, knowing this is an opportunity that does not come by very often. "Plus you must be my slave for the day and do anything I want." I added. 

Anne thought about it and finally agreed. We shook on the deal and began to play the next game.

The game was close and neither of us talked since we were concentrating so much. Anne had the early lead and I was very down not because I would lose the game but that I wouldn't win the bet. Then I got lucky and rolled back to back double sixes. Suddenly I was ahead and I won by two chips. I jumped up so excited and couldn't wait to claim my bet.

"YES!!" "I win! Yes I am the king and I have my slave." 

" You aren't going to back out?" I asked.

Anne shook her head "Fine, you win and I will honor the bet. When do you want me to dress up and what do I wear?" 

"Not so fast." I said. "I have to think about this and choose the perfect outfit."

Anne just laughed and started to clean up the game.

Over the next week I spent hours online looking for the perfect outfit. I wanted one that she could wear out so I stayed away from the costumes since they were too obvious. I finally settled on a sexy short skirt that flared out but showed plenty of leg. For her top I picked a skin-tight white see-through shirt that would leave nothing to the imagination. I ordered a pair of crotch-less pantyhose and finally a pair of 4" fuck me pumps. I knew Anne would look hot and sluty in this and I couldn't wait for it to be delivered. The outfit finally arrived and I put my plan into place.

"Hey honey," I said, "I have the outfit picked out and I have decided to have my day this Saturday." 

Anne smiled. "OK, whatever you want, just lay out the outfit in the morning and I will put it on." 

The grin on my face was huge and I actually shook with excitement. I couldn't wait for my chance to dominate Anne all day. Anne didn't know it but I had some extras planned for that Saturday. Friday night I barely slept and was up early to lay out Anne's clothes. 

Anne got up and went to take a shower. 

"Go ahead down stairs," Anne said laughing, "and I will be down when I am ready." 

I headed downstairs and waited impatiently for the fun to begin. After about 45 minutes I heard Anne coming down the stairs and when she came into the room my jaw hit the floor. What I saw was better than anything I had even imagined. Anne had gone all out. She had done up her hair and put on makeup so with her outfit she looked oh soooo perfectly slutty. Part of me wanted to just bend her over and fuck her right then and there. The shirt was like a second skin, it outlined her beautiful tits perfectly with her nipples clearly visible. The skirt barely made it to mid thigh and her toned long legs went on forever and looked perfect encased in the stockings. The sexy high heels perfectly finished off the outfit and Anne looked like the sexiest slutty wife. 

"Turn around for me." I growled.

Anne did as I said placing her hands on the wall.

"Bend over so I can see that pussy and beautiful ass." I told her. 

Anne bent over and I could see her pussy perfectly through the crotch-less panty hose. To my disbelief Anne then reached down and started rubbing her pussy. 

"Do you like what you see?" She asked. "It this slutty enough for my master?" 

"You are the perfect slut and are a very good slave, now get your coat on because we are going out."

Now it was Anne's turn to look stunned. "What", she said "There is no way I am going out in public in this outfit. That was not part of the bet."

"Yes it was", I said. "There was no specifying that we couldn't go out, so I want to go out."

Anne just continued to shake her head no and stood firm. Finally after 10 minutes of arguing I decided to put my real plan into action.

"OK" I said, "If you won't go out then you have to agree to wear this outfit all day long no matter what and I get to take as many pictures as I want. Agreed?" 

Anne quickly agreed thinking that she had just saved herself from a very public display. 

"Now remember, I said, you wear this all day and I take pictures wherever and for however long as I like." 

"Yes", said Anne, "no problem."

At that moment the doorbell rang. 

"Go get the door honey" 

Anne just glared at me and said no. 

"Get the door", I said, "or you are reneging on the bet." 

"No", said Anne. And she sat down.

I then got up and answered the door. It was two of my friends, Jim and Paul, who I had invited over to watch the football game. 

"Come on in guys; go ahead into the family room. The pre-game is about to start." 

I knew Anne was in there and there was no where for her to hide. As we rounded the corner Anne was sitting in our club chair with her arms over her chest. The guys started to say hello to Anne and then I could see both of them were suddenly stunned. They both couldn't take their eyes off of Anne. Jim mumbled hello while his eyes ran over Anne's body. While Paul had a huge smile on his face and just stared at Anne's great legs. Anne's chest may have been covered by her arms but her skirt was too short to cover much and the guys were definitely staring at her beautiful long legs and the fact that they could almost see her pussy.

"What do you guys want to drink?" I asked. Acting like nothing unusual was happening.

"Just tell Anne and she will be glad to get it for you." "See she lost a bet we had and now she is my slave for the day" 

Both Paul and Jim mumbled that beer is fine as they continued to stare at Anne.

"Honey, the guys want beers and I will have one too." 

Anne had no choice at this point and as she glared at me she got up to go get the drinks. We now all got a great look at her. She stood up revealing her perfect legs and her ass was barely covered by the mini skirt. Jim and Paul couldn't take their eyes off her great body. As she walked away I could see the guys were definitely enjoying the show. 

When Anne was gone, Paul quickly spoke up "Man this is great. You sure you don't mind us here?" 

Jim quickly punched Paul and told him to shut up." If Mark wants us here then who are we not to help out a friend."

I told them "Just enjoy the game and the show fellas." 

We could hear Anne coming back as her heels clicked on the floor and the guys sat back on the couch while I took the club chair. 

Anne walked in carrying three beers and all of our eyes just bugged out. As she handed the beers to Jim and Paul they just stared at her great tits which shown clearly through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her nipples were hard and I had a feeling Anne might actually be enjoying this. Paul almost dropped his drink and Jim just kept staring with a great big smile on his face. Anne then came over to me and handed me my drink. As she did she bent over slightly and I could tell the guys could definitely see her exposed pussy through the crotch-less panties.

"Thanks hon". "Can you bring us some chips too and set them out on the folding table so we can all share them?"

Anne did what I asked and as she moved around the room she just looked perfect. She was beautiful and such the sexy slut at the same time. I don't think any of us guys even watched one second of the game. I also noticed that Anne wasn't so shy anymore. In fact she seemed to even be enjoying driving all us guys crazy. She walked with a confidence and she even deliberately moved to show us different angles and made no attempts to cover herself. 

After Anne left the room Paul spoke up; 

"Man you are so lucky, Anne is so hot and her body is driving me nuts." I always knew Paul had a thing for Anne and now he was in heaven. Jim just kept thanking me for the best day of his life.

"Wait guys", I said. "It is going to get even better." 

At that point I reached over and pulled out the digital camera. 

I got up to tell Anne the next part of my plan. Anne was in the kitchen getting some more food, as I went up to her she quickly grabbed me and put my hand right on her pussy. It was soaking wet. 

" I am so ready to get fucked", Anne said. "Lets sneak upstairs for a quicky. I need your cock right now!!"

"No", I said, "I have something else in mind. When you have the chips come back into the family room" 

As Anne came back in the room I could see her nipples were rock hard and pushing against the fabric. She winked at me and then went over to put the chips down. She slowly and deliberately bent over right in front of Paul and Jim and let them get a long look at her ass and pussy before she straightened up. She then turned around and with her tits basically in their faces she asked "Is there anything else you guys want from me?" 

Both Paul and Jim just nodded their heads no, they were too excited to talk. I decided it was time to get going here. I quickly cleared the room of the serving trays and told Anne to go get us more beers. When she came back I told her it was time for my naughty slut to perform for me and my guests. 

"Now start posing because I want to take some pictures of this day."

To my shock Anne went over to the fireplace and with her back to all of us, she put her hands on the mantle and spread her legs wide. 

"Is this what you had in mind master?" She asked. 

Anne's eyes were glazed over and she seemed to be in a trance. She didn't even hesitate with Paul and Jim in the room.

Anne then bent down and not only showed us her ass and pussy but she ran her hands up her long sexy legs and turned to Paul and Jim and asked if she pleased them. I was so turned on at this point that I forgot to even take any pictures. 

At this point Anne seemed to take over. She modeled for us in different positions and as I snapped away I could tell that we were all definitely sporting some rock hard cocks. 

Finally Paul spoke up. As if in a trance he said;

" Sit down on the ledge and spread your legs. I want to see that pussy" 

To my shock Anne did what he commanded. She simply sat down and slowly opened her legs to reveal her pussy for us all.

"Play with your tits." Jim moaned. 

I couldn't believe how this was getting out of hand but I wasn't about to stop it since it turned me on to no end. Anne started to rub and pinch her nipples. Her head went back and her eyes closed and I could tell she was in ecstasy.

Paul then spoke again" Mark ask her to play with her pussy." 

"Hell Paul, you ask her," I said. "She seems to be listening to you."

Anne heard Paul, and she looked at him with a mischievous grin, and asked, "Do you want me to rub my pussy?" Is that what you want Paul|?" 

Paul nodded yes and the next thing I knew Anne was rubbing her pussy while she stared right at Paul and Jim. Anne had one hand pinching her nipples and the other rubbing her clit and with lust filled eyes she watched Paul and Jim. 

At this point I couldn't help myself and I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I was ready to blow my load right then and there. 

I could see Jim and Paul were hesitant so I said to Anne. "Slut, tell Paul and Jim that you want to see their cocks. Beg them to stroke their cocks while they watch you." 

Anne quickly said "Please take out your cocks. I want to watch you stroke your big cocks while I pleasure myself for you." 

Anne was very close to coming and I could tell she loved the idea of watching us all jerk off over her. 

Both Jim and Paul quickly complied and had their dicks in their hands and started to stroke them as they watched Anne. I got up and took off my clothes with Jim and Paul following suit. We then all went over to Anne and stood over her. 

I decided to take charge at this point. I grabbed Anne's hair "Suck my dick, bitch!" Anne quickly swallowed my dick and while sucking on me she looked at Jim and Paul. It was so hot watching my dick slide in and out of her mouth while she watched the other guys stroking their dicks. Anne is great at sucking cock so I knew I wouldn't last long. I didn't want to come yet so I pulled my dick out of her mouth.

"Now suck Jim's cock you slut." 

I wasn't sure if Anne would listen to me but without hesitating she leaned over and took Jim's cock into her mouth. Paul was crestfallen since he had been skipped over but I knew Paul has lusted after Anne for a long time so I had a special treat in mind for him. Anne was sucking Jim's cock like a real pro.

"God this feels so good" Jim said. Jim grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth. 

Anne pulled off and continued to lick Paul's shaft 

"Oh yeah baby you like fucking my mouth huh, yeah well I love sucking dick and I want you to fuck my mouth with your big hard cock." 

I was shocked by the words coming out of my wife's mouth but since my dick was as hard as it's ever been I didn't complain. 

Anne then proceeded to pull off her shirt she sucked Jim's cock a little more while she played with her tits. Anne pulled his dick out of her mouth, and as she jerked him off she said

"Come on my tits, please. I will be a good slut and rub your cum into my tits." 

Jim couldn't hold back any longer. He blew his load all over Anne's chest. Anne just held her tits in front of him while his cum dripped all over her nipples. Anne was about to rub the cum into her tits when I yelled

" No. Don't touch it. Paul do you want to titty fuck my wife?" 

Paul broke into a huge grin "yes please!" he said. 

I knew Anne loved this idea and she quickly sat up and started to wrap her tits around Paul's cock. As she held her tits Paul proceeded to run his cock back and forth. His dick pushed out towards Anne's face and she reached out to lick it every time it appeared. Paul continued to fuck Anne's tits and he started to talk dirty to Anne. 

"Do you like to get titty fucked bitch? Mark is right, you are a total slut." 

Anne just moaned "Yes I am a slut and I love you fucking my tits." "Please don't stop." 

Paul was ready to cum and at the last moment he pulled out and just blew his cum all over Anne's tits. As it dripped all over her chest Anne just moaned and started to rub it all over her beautiful tits. At this point I could not wait any longer. I grabbed Anne and pulled her over to the couch. Throwing her down I took my cock and thrust it into her wet pussy. 

Anne screamed out "Oh yeah fuck your little bitch whore. Fuck me while your friends watch." 

"Yeah fuck her." Jim said. He then moved to the side and stuck his dick back into Anne's mouth. To my shock Anne started to suck it for all she was worth. That was it for me I started to cum right there and my orgasm was so intense. As I came I fell back on the floor and to my surprise Paul jumped in and started to fuck Anne with abandon. 

Anne likes it rough and she was certainly enjoying this. 

"Oh Paul fuck me harder, yes harder , oooohhh yessss, Fuckkkkk" 

As Paul fucked her Jim kept her sucking his dick

"Oh this bitch loves cock, Jim said. Mark you are one lucky bastard. She sucks great cock and she fucks like a whore. Oh baby, keep sucking my dick, then when Paul is done it's my turn for that pussy."

Anne responded to this talk by just getting crazier and she sucked Jim all the way down her throat. I had never seen Anne this turned on before.

Paul came hard and as soon as he pulled out Anne yelled to Jim to start fucking her. 

"Jim fuck me. I am a slut and deserve a good fucking. Fuck me hard." 

Jim didn't need any more encouragement and he simply grabbed Anne and told her to turn around so he could fuck her from behind. 

Anne quickly got on her knees and put her hands on the back of the couch 

"Oh yes fuck me from behind!! Please treat me like the whore I am!" she said. 

Jim started to pound his cock into her pussy and he grabbed Anne's hair to hold her while he pounded her hard. As Anne started to cum Jim let out a loud growl and pulled his dick out to spray his cum all over Anne's ass. 

After we cleaned up and Jim and Paul left after thanking us for the best time of their lives Anne and I ran upstairs to relive the adventure again.



The Bet



If you are reading this letter, I must have won; I must have won the bet.

Don't finish reading this right here though; take this letter somewhere private. I want you to be alone.

There are instructions for when you finish reading this letter. You will have to come and find me. Don't worry, I will still be in the building.

But for now, just walk away.

Get up now, and walk away.

Just leave me. 

GO.

Now that you are away from me, we can begin. 

This is what I want:

I want to play a little game with you.

I want you to play a little game with me. 

I want role-play.

I want you to force yourself into me. 

I want forced sex...

Vigorous. Forced. Energetic. Strong.

And this is how:

To begin, We are strangers. 

You don't know me and I don't know you. 

You are from out of town. Or perhaps I am. 

You spot me in a crowded room. 

You like what you see. 

I look like fun and I'm having a good time. 

I'm sexy. 

I turn you on. 

And You want me. 

Like a moth to the flame; you must seek me out. Like a predator to his prey; you will stalk me. 

Your a wildcat on heat, and I am a bitch in season.

You have to have me.

You will have me. 

You will fuck me before the night is through.

But don't let me see you. Not at the start. 

I only want to feel your presence.

I only want to feel there is something lurking in the small dark shadows of the club. 

I only want to feel the hairs on the back of my neck become erect as I shoot a glance your way - but don't see you.

Once you are ready, and you can see that I've almost forgotten about you - approach me. 

Your task is to try to meet me...

and then befriend me...

try to pick me up...

and try to take me home. 

The way you do this is entirely up to you. 

Be warned, this part may take you all night. 

I wont be a push over, and you may have to spend all your money, I wont be easy, but I will want fucking. 

The sex...

When and how are up to you...but as I have won this bet, there are some rules!

NO means NO, and If I say STOP, you STOP...

Absolutely no humiliation, but I don't mind a little pain... 

Being tied up and blindfolded are not out of the question... 

I may scream; and if so, feel free to cover my mouth with your hand...

I want it hard.

I want you to force yourself upon me aggressively and suddenly. I want you to talk rudely, crudely and dirty at me; coarsely whisper the things you are about to do to me. I want to hear your hunger for me, your grunting, groaning, yelling and moaning, as you force yourself firmly inside me. 

I want it rough.

Throw me down on the carpet or push me roughly up against a tree; bend me over a car bonnet or do me on the car floor. Bend me backward over a park bench, left up my skirt roughly, pull aside my knickers; pin me cruelly to the cold hard concrete floor of a toilet block; or hold me down in the middle of a moist wet golf course. 

Constrain me; force my legs apart; push your fingers hungrily, greedily, quickly into me; grab at my breasts vigorously, pulling hard at the nipples. Ram your cock inside me, over and over and over...and fuck me, fuck me like an animal.

I want you to fuck me hard, fast and furiously...

and I want you to come, no matter how long or quick it takes. 

And when you come for the first time, I want to feel it. I want to feel your hot sperm ejaculated over my face, my breasts or my stomach. Or maybe you have rolled me over onto my tummy, spread my legs wide apart, my hands tied together above my head, a blindfold not allowing me to see, and you have forced into me anally. 

Maybe you will come all over my back. 

Or perhaps you will come in my hair and your hot sperm will drip down my face, into my eyes, over my lips and into my mouth. 

As the final rule in my game: You must make me come.

This will be hard for you for I will resist. 

I will struggle, try to escape, or perhaps not even respond at all. 

Maybe I'll be so turned on by your strength and power that I may eventually succumb. 

Whatever the situation, wherever we are, you must make me come....

The time has come. You have finished reading this letter. Do not discard it.

The game starts here and it starts now. 

Come find me. 

Come.



The Bet



Disclaimer: The characters are totally fictional and have to resemblance to anyone living or dead. I do not endorse to violence in any form. This story is purely meant for reading pleasure.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Anyone who visits Mumbai (Bombay) in June / July will think twice before coming again. The heat and humidity are high. There's always a possibility that rain will come pouring in. Traffic is a perennial problem made worse by water logged streets and badly managed roads. But I still love this place ... esp. in rain. One long walk along the Marine Drive (South Bombay) with rain falling on my head, huge waves crashing into the wall and a hot corn on cob in the hand have never failed to de-stress me.

Well, today was different. I drove to Marine Lines, I had a promise and date to keep. I reached Intercontinental hotel.I gave my car to valet for parking and told him to park it for the evening. I would be staying at the hotel as a guest. I took the elevator to the top floor where the restaurant was located. We had opted for a pool side table 2 reasons. One, It was one of the rare days in July when it was not raining so the weather was comparatively pleasant so we could actually sit in the open and enjoy the breeze. Second the pool side cannot be directly seen from the doorway and the relative darkness of the candle light setting would give us pretty good privacy.

My date (can I call this a date ... I wonder) was already seated and ordered a drink. Since there was the obvious need for privacy and secrecy, I had volunteered earlier that I would directly check in first and she could just come to the room, that way people would not see us to-gather, but she has insisted that she wanted to make the most of our time to-gather. She did not want to make this a wham ... bam ... thank you ma'am evening. So she had checked in earlier, showered and reserved an appropriate table. 

We exchanged smiles as I approached the table and took the chair opposite to hers. I guess I was a bit tense about this as it was the first time for me to be alone with her. I have known her and talked to her over time but never alone. Also the knowledge of what was going to transpire made it a little difficult to be casual about the whole thing. We exchanged small talk and pleasantries. A waiter appeared with the menu. We ordered our food and wine. Service was quick and food soon appeared at the table. 

I guess I should introduce my friend to the readers. Pam (short for Pamela) is my wife's close friend and also her boss at work. Even though my wife (Anju) and her had started the career at nearly the same time, Pam had made her mark and moved up the corporate level. She was slated to be promoted again when the next promotions were announced. She is 38. Married late in life and divorced soon cause she found that it was constraining her career. That was also the reason she did not want to have kids. 

Pam's appearance is very much in tune with her strong personality. An oval face with large eyes and high cheek bones. She's 5.6", classic Indian brown skin. She keeps herself fit by hitting the gym regularly. She's combed her long straight hair neatly and let it fall back. She was wearing a knee length floral printed skirt with an off white top. The whole look was very feminine but the face radiated strength and confidence of a world traveler.

As the evening progressed, my discomfort was obvious. I was just nibbling at the food even though it was pretty good. To her credit, she was enjoying herself ... The cool evening, the good food and wine ... and you can add my discomfort to that list. Yes, She guessed that I was not exactly at ease and she was enjoying that. I guess that much is expected from a woman who has to deal with inflated male ego day to day and still come out on top.

We finished our meal, signed the cheque and requested the waiter to send one more wine bottle to the room. As we headed towards to the elevator, Pam casually mentioned that if I was really uncomfortable we should just end it there and go home. I thought about it and replied that a bet was a bet and the loser had to pay. 

Pam said, "I am glad you're saying that cause I am really looking forward to experience some of the things Anju says she really enjoys". I was taken aback with that remark. She noticed the expression on my face cause she continued with an amused smile saying, "Anju and I talk a lot. Your sex life is a topic of discussion in our group every once in a while too". She was almost laughing as she continued, "Get your act together, it's not the end of the world. This is not the first or the last time someone has sex outside their marriage. Also the fact that someone should have thought before they made the bet". I knew what she was saying was right and it sort of eased my mind. 

Pam opened the door and we entered the room. It was a typically laid out hotel room. There was the moderate sized bathroom to the right on entering. It had all the amenities expected from a luxury hotel i.e. bathtub, lavatory and a generous basin. Further down a little sitting area with a comfortable sofa for three, a center table and two chairs. There was a shelf on the left wall which extended all the way to the end of the room. On the shelf, there was the TV and empty space in case you needed to work. In the space below the Tv, there was the small refrigerator filled with snacks and drinks if one needed the same. Finally there was the bed with side table on either side and control panel for room lights. The air conditioner was set to a comfortable 24 Celsius. 

Since I had come directly from my work, I told her that I'd prefer to freshen up before we settled in for the evening. I used the brush / paste provided by hotel. Then stripped down for a shower. I heard a knock on the main door and guessed that it was probably the waiter from the restaurant delivering the wine bottle. As I was showering, I took the opportunity to gather my thoughts.

My wife, Anju had three close lady friends in office. Pam, Rajni and Nancy. They had all started working with the company at nearly the same time just couple of weeks apart. Rajni and Nancy were married, third one was her boss, Pam, who was in the room with me. They usually hung out together during lunch and exchanged notes and office gossip. They also visited each others houses for get to gathers and parties. Of course they stuck around each other on company outings ... All in all pretty thick.

Couple of months ago, the company had a staff meet outside Bombay. It was one of those meets where managers and middle managers discuss goals and strategies for the current and next year with the management. An opportunity for employees to interact with people from all the departments and branches across India. It was also the time when nominations for promotions were considered along with nominations for most valued employees of each department. As usual, my wife and her three friends had hooked up and were sharing one cabin which had two bedrooms to accommodate four people. 

According to Anju, one night after dinner, the four of them were having a discussion about which department would be getting the best growth. They were a little tipsy from the drinks they had at dinner. My wife was of the opinion that state of Maharashtra (excluding Bombay) would have maximum percentage growth but Pam was of the opinion that Bombay (her own division) would trump everyone. There was a heated discussion on every topic related to the division growth. Sales assumptions, marketing and personnel expenses, storage and delivery costs etc. After a good hour of hot bickering ... the room was tense so to break the tension Anju told her boss Pam, "If you are right and you win, I will let my husband sleep with you... you can take it as a gift for your achievement." There was a silence for a moment after which Rajni & Nancy started laughing, but there was a glint in Pam's eyes. She immediately retorted by saying that she accepted the bet and in case Bombay did not win, she would ensure my wife Anju would get most valued employee award. 

I guess that Anju was taken aback but decided to show she was as informed of the happenings as Pam. It was one of those moments where two strong people were facing each other and not ready to back off. What started as a friendly conversation and debate was now a battle of ego. Even though I wasn't present there, I had become sacrifice at the altar. The other friends tried to intervene and get them to see logic but moment of reason had long passed and they were both entrenched in their position.

Over the next couple of days, the results were announced and Bombay division had indeed achieved the best growth even though it was just marginally over rest of Maharashtra. Now it was time to pay up. My wife could've backed out but that would put her in a position where others would see her as a all talk and no show. All the bravado from couple of days ago was gone. It was replaced with realization of what she'd done would change her life forever. 

Anju was unusually silent when she returned from her outing. As we retired for the night, I asked her if something was wrong. She then told me what had happened. I was outraged ... I could not believe my ears ... I was livid ... I was being pimped in a battle of ego's. After a lot of shouting, mostly on my side and her pleading, cajoling and crying. She convinced me that it was just a question of one night. Pam would give her hell if she did not deliver on her bet. I thought about it and took her promise that it would not effect our relationship and it would not go beyond three of us. So next day a call was made and time and place fixed.

My thoughts were broken by a knock on the bathroom door. Pam was asking why I was taking so long ... I stepped out of the bath, wrapped a towel and unlocked the door. She was standing there, naked with 2 glasses of wine. That was a stunning sight. Her hair tied tightly and neatly in a bun. Her well toned body ... The dark indian chocolate color skin and the eyes dripping with lust. Blood flowing into my penis was a natural reaction.

Pam said, "I could not wait any longer, this place is as good as any for sex." I smiled and accepted the glass of wine. We took a sip each from our glasses and set them aside. She moved closer to me and the brush of hands was electric. She led me back into the shower. She stood under the flowing water, her body getting used to the temperature. then she pulled me closer and we hugged ... the feel of skin against skin is something that has to be experienced to be understood, she raised her neck and we kissed. It was just a brush of lips initially but quickly became deep exploring kisses. She pulled away my then wet towel, "lets do away with unnecessary inhibitions."

As we kissed, our hands roving all over the other person's bodies as the water from the shower pouring down on us. I removed the clip that was holding her hair in place and let it get wet. I ran my hands through her hair tugged it back gently. That made her arch her head totally giving me access to her neck. I bent lower and kissed her neck. With one hand still holding her hair the other supporting her back. I moved lower to kiss the gentle slope of her breast. Then I pushed her against the wall, supporting my knee on one edge of the shower. That brought my face in line with her breasts. I started kissing her breasts, sucking at her nipple and my hand was fondling the other one. My free hand now caressed her buttocks and lower back.

I could hear her low moans of approval as I alternated my attentions from one breast to another. Her hands on my head stroking my head was confirmation that she was enjoying the foreplay. I glanced up to see her eyes looking down at me. I've read somewhere that lust is in the eyes ... and I saw that to be totally true at that moment.

I took my knee off the side of the bathtub and stood up. I turned the knob to stop the shower. She was a bit surprised but did not react in any way. With water out of the way, I made a trail of small kisses from her shoulder to her breasts to her navel to the pubic mound. It was clean shaven something I like a lot.

Pam looked down at me at that point and said, "your wife told me that you really enjoy eating a shaved pussy ... well go ahead and enjoy yourself". I was taken aback with that comment ... just how much do these ladies talk about with each other ... is any thing personal anymore??

Yes! I did like eating pussy and a shaved one was a real turn on. I quickly recovered from that comment and focused on this treat in front of me. I placed my hands one her buttocks and kissed the mound. The sweet aroma brought promise of the pleasure that dwelt within. I used a finger to gently trace a line from front to her love hole. she reacted by bending her knees and spreading her thighs wider. I could see her labia clearly now. I did not need another signal. I leaned forward and stuck my tongue directly into the hole. The feedback was a sharp intake of breath. I started flicking my tongue in and around the pussy. It was ready and lubricated. The taste was absolutely heavenly ... 

Once I was sure I had given sufficient attention and lubricated to the love hole. I started moving my tongue in up and down motion edging towards the spot which was craving for attention. Her clit was ready. I licked it gently at first and applying more and more pressure. She was moaning quite loudly which to me was indication enough that I was doing okay. She had her hands on my shoulders to support herself. She was making small up and down motion in rhythm with my licks. Judging by her motion, I took the liberty of putting one index finger at the entrance of her vagina and eased it inside. I was rewarded with a firm, "yes ... that feels good" soon I put the second finger inside and fucking her with my fingers. All the while my tongue was licking and stimulating the rose bud.

I reached up with my free hand and cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between thumb and fingers. She was really into this. The moans, ooh's and aah's were a boost to any man's ego that he has what it takes to satisfy a woman. She was surely edging to her orgasm. Her pussy was fucking my fingers now. Gripping and releasing in rhythm. She placed one hand over back of my head and guiding me to the point / points that were giving her maximum pleasure. 

My fingers were dripping wet from her juices and her rhythm quickened to match her breathing. "yes ... yes ... ooooh ... yes ... mmmmmm" were the words that fell in my ears. her eyes were closed and she was caught in the moment. Instead of licking, now I just focussed on sucking at the little engorged button. In moments, She stopped her motion and gripped my fingers with her vagina muscles and my head with her hand and let out a moan ... a pleasure moan of release. My fingers could feel her inner core pulsating. Her knees were not as firm any more so I used one hand to balance her.

After a minute or so, Pam managed to regain her balance and stand up. I took out my fingers and stood up too. She said, "you do like to eat a pussy, I always thought that my friend was just making it all up" I answered, "yes, it's something of a delicacy for me, I know it's an acquired taste but I enjoy it thoroughly. 

I helped her out of the tub. Pam dried herself, put on the bathrobe and told me she'd wait outside as she picked her glass. I had the water going again. I finished my shower, dried up and proceeded outside the bathroom in a bathrobe with my glass. She was seated on the sofa, reading some magazine. Putting it aside, she motioned me to sit next to her. I put my glass on the table and sat down next to her. 

She moved closer and put her arms around me. She said, "That was not bad ... not bad at all for starters. I hope you are ready ... cause I can't wait to get started again. 

I replied, "I am ready whenever you are". She was happy with the reply and kissed me on the cheek. I turned my face towards her and kissed her on the lips. The flow was such that in seconds it felt that we'd never stopped. We were french kissing again with a passion. Our hands were in each others bathrobes, caressing and exploring each others bodies. 

After a bit of kissing, we found the bathrobes to be to restrictive so we stood up and got rid of them. I took the opportunity to move the center table away from the sofa thereby creating enough room for movement. Quickly I moved back close to her and we resumed kissing and caressing. 

Still standing, I turned her around facing the sofa and kissed her shoulders from the back. I kept the attention to the upper portion of the back. Her hair was still moist and smelled fresh. I pushed it out of the way and kissed her near the ear and nibbled her ear lobe. My hands moved up and down her arms caressing and massaging them. I moved my hands from her arms to her hips. Then moving them up from her stomach to ribcage to the lower slopes of her breasts. My hands cupped her breasts as I kept kissing her shoulders and neck. Her breathing was heavy as I rolled her nipples in my thumb and fingers. 

As I massaged her breasts, I kissed her upper back. Then I bent my knees and started going lower. Kissing her smooth back from neck to buttocks. My hands also slid down to her thighs caressing her smooth skin all the way. I was on my knees kissing her buttocks and my hands caressing her thighs, buttocks, calves all the way to her ankles. Then I snaked one hand over her pubic mound and slipped one finger into her already slick folds.

"No" She said, "I need more than that" She moved away my hand. She turned around and tugged at my hand to make me stand. Then pushed me onto the sofa. She sat on my side facing me and kissed me on the mouth. Her hand reached out and grabbed my cock. She pumped it a couple of times to ensure it was well lubricated. I was already lubricating and hard. She then put one thigh on either side and inserted my penis into her pussy. 

We were both so wet and ready, she easily inserted the whole length in just one go. She put her hands on the back of the sofa, positioned her knees comfortably on either side and she was soon riding me. I had my hands on her back holding her as she pumped my shaft with her pussy. It was an exquisite feeling. She was using the same technique she had used earlier on my fingers. She was gripping and releasing my cock in a continuous rhythm. The soft cushion of the sofa was giving me enough room to make hip movements. We were moving in unison matching thrust for thrust. 

Pam now had her eyes closed as she thrust away. This was the second time today I felt the power of lust. There was no barriers just an unspoken need for release. I realized that I would not be able to hold my release much longer. I moved my hand to grab her breast and stimulate her nipples. She reacted by quickening her pace and her breath was coming in bursts. I started her vaginal muscles starting to pulsate with the increase in her moaning. I also could feel my balls tightening up for the release. She stopped her movements and crushed my head in her arms. I was holding her in my arms as I released my cum in her canal. 

After a couple of minutes, we kissed and stood up. We took couple of tissues from the tissue box from the side table and cleaned ourselves. She headed to bathroom to clean up properly and I picked up the bathrobes. I put on mine and helped her to her own as she returned. 

"I know you've probably taken precaution but I feel I should just know that we're not making babies" I asked. "No way" Pam said, "I would have had them with my husband if I wanted babies. I am on a pill and have purchased some morning after pills to be on the safe side" 

"Thats comfortable enough for me. so what do we do next?" I asked. She said,"we get into bed and sleep what else". I said "ok, I will sleep on the couch and you can take the bed" 




The Bet



"Hahahaha" Pam laughed out loud to that reply. She said,"what do you think we could end up doing that's not already done. There's something called overkill and you've just done that. Both of us can sleep on the bed. I don't want you to wake up with a backache. I still have you till noon tomorrow" I had a stupid grin on my face acknowledging that I had made a fool of myself by making that statement.

We got into bed and I fell asleep almost immediately after wishing her good night. It was not the most comfortable sleep but I've had worse. As I woke up, I turned around to find her asleep peacefully. I finished my BSSS (Brush, shave, shit and shower) routine. I picked up the newspaper from the door and put the water to boil for my morning coffee.

I was halfway through the paper, when I saw Pam waking up. "Good morning" She said with a smile. "morning" I replied. "Did you sleep ok?" I asked. Pam replied, "yes, like a baby" retaining the smile on her face. 

Standing up I asked her, if she would like some tea / coffee? She said she would have some coffee. I poured out two cups of water and added the coffee, milk powder and sugar to both cups. I picked up both the cups, walked over to the bed and handed over one cup to her. I said with a smile, "that's as close as you get to breakfast in bed".

Pam replied, "I've heard a good bit of your culinary skills so I am glad to stick to coffee. I am not in mood for burnt toast and scrambled eggs scraped off the pan." 

I said, "this is not fair, you've way too much information about me but you'll always be right in choosing the breakfast from hotel's kitchen against me making it." 

"Speaking of breakfast, do you want to go to the coffee shop or order it in the room" I asked. Pam replied, "Just order it in the room, I'll shower in the meanwhile."

I ordered breakfast and went back to reading the newspaper. She went to the bathroom to finish her morning routine. The breakfast arrived and I asked the boy to lay it on the table. 

She came out and we sat down for breakfast. We made some small talk about news and things in general. Then I said, "Funny, how we ended up here , I never imagined myself satisfying another woman much less on reason of a lost bet." Pam had an amused smile on her face. I continued, "I wonder how you would have made good your side of the deal, that you would make my wife the most valued employee of the year" "Oh! I have my sources, ways & means" she replied with a glint in her eye. I got the message clearly. My wife had been right about her fear in case she did not live up to her end of the bet. The woman sitting next to me was highly motivated and confident person. Her need to win in any situation was clearly showing in her attitude. 

I reacted by laughing as if it had been a matter of fact obvious issue. "Hahaha! that's nice but how did you know that I would be up to your standards and expectation". I said "Well ... your wife has been going on and on and on about how much she enjoys sex with you. It's like the two of you are our high point of physical expectation. Myself and other two try to match up to what you guys have."

I said, "you guys do discuss everything, It's a little unsettling as I am not used to discussing personal intimate details." 

"Ooookaay! Mr. shy guy, I get your message loud and clear. I will not discuss whatever we did in this room" Pam said with a laugh. I said, "you know that's not what I meant ... but yes it would definitely help if this remains private". I continued, "Anju's paying the price for over-confidence already". 

Pam said, "Hmmmm ... that is true, and to think that she would have won if the error had not been discovered.

My wife had never mentioned an error. "What happened" I asked. She replied, "it's one of the routine accounting mistakes, We'd received an order from Bombay company. The material was supposed to be delivered to their branch office in Nagpur. The accounting people calculated that amount in rest of Maharashtra instead of Bombay since location of delivery was outside Bombay. Someone in Nagpur division discovered the error since they could not find a corresponding invoice in their list and put it right. The invoice value was big enough to give my division a small margin over others". 

"Well, I should call it your luck and my destiny" I said. 

She said with a hurt face and bemused tone, "you mean to say that it's your bad luck to be here with me right now". I stammered "no ... no ... that's not what I meant" Before I could continue, Pam said, "you know ... I am not all that bad in bed. You would also enjoy yourself if only you let go of your preconceived ideas and sense of guilt" 

I thought to myself, what's she's saying is right. I have been forced / coerced into this situation and since I am here already might as well accept it. I smiled and said, "so what else should I be doing to make this a good and memorable experience for both"

Pam said, "for starters, spare me the innocent victim act, stop thinking that you are here as a punishment. Get some balls, all ladies, including me, will appreciate it when a man takes charge. It shows that he knows what he's doing or at least he's enthusiastic about what is happening. You know and have what it takes to make a female happy but it'll never work if you are not confident about it. If I want, I can have almost any man from my office but when they don't show confidence of looking me in the eyes while talking to me esp. if they are contradicting me. They're pussies not worth having. You will never find success anywhere with the ... I am the innocent victim attitude ... people will sympathize with you for a bit then most of them will walk away from you or some will find a way to take advantage of your so-called innocence".

I was thinking to myself, Holy crap ... What she's saying is totally true, I had been going too far with trying to keep my image clean. I realized that only people who talked to me needed something from me. There had been a fall in communication from my old friends. They all talked to me now and then but from their perspective, I did not have much to contribute except some casual and useless conversation. I had a new found respect for Pam. In just one night, she had managed to cut through the crap and present a clear picture of myself. 

She continued, "Listen, I don't mean to be a critic but you're a good person who has some potential but wasting away his existence because of an attitude problem. Even your wife on whom you depended to do the right thing, did not think twice before putting you on the anvil. She did not think about what you'd feel after sleeping with another woman but about her own reputation if you did not live up to her end of the bargain."

I was overwhelmed with her logic. What she said made a lot of sense. I knew I would need to make a lot of changes and need to put some things right. I had to start right now on the long road lay ahead. First of all, I had to thank Pam. She's put a couple of things, if not all, in perspective with her strong argument. I got up from my chair and kissed her on the forehead as she sat in the chair. "That's my way of showing gratitude" I said

Pam said, "that's all!!!! I am showing you a way to genuinely improve your life while sitting almost naked in front of you and all you can come up with is a kiss on the forehead. That's an absolute insult to creativity" 

I laughed out aloud and said, "God had given you a lot of gifts Pam, if there's one I would want from you right now is your sense of humor. And of course you are right, I owe you more than just one kiss. What I am doing now is not because someone lost a stupid bet but gratitude in showing me the biggest reason why I was almost always last in the race.

I pulled her to her feet and I hugged her. It was a reversal of sorts. Yesterday I was cursing my destiny for putting me in an unreasonable situation but now I was thanking my fate that it was indeed a lucky break to find someone who had guts to tell me that I was very wrong to have a loser / defensive attitude about life. 

I broke the hug, held her face in my hands and kissed her. It was a passionate kiss. Our tongues entwined and it tasted sweet. We were really going at each other mouths, sucking, licking and kissing in earnest.

I moved my hands away from her face and moved them to the knot in her robe. She did the same with her hands and we were once again naked and facing each other. I pulled her closer and had my arms around her waist as she kissed. She had her hands in front of her on my shoulders as our bodies mashed against each others.

We quickly moved on to the bed to be more comfortable. She lay on her back as we resumed kissing. I balanced my left elbow on the bed as my right arm explored and caressed her body. Her hands were also all over my body. I moved lower and kissed her neck as my hands caressed her face. I moved still lower to her breast and took one nipple in my mouth. Her hands moved to the back of my head encouraging my efforts. My free hand cupped her breasts and gently pinched the nipple rolling it between my thumb and fingers. 

Pam was enjoying the foreplay. I alternated my attention between her breasts giving equal attention to both nipples. My hand snaked over her stomach to the hairless pubic zone. I massaged her pubic bone and she responded by spreading her thighs. I slipped my finger inside the canal and towards the love hole. The passage was slick with her juices and my finger slipped in with ease. I finger fucked her pussy for couple of seconds as my mouth lavished attention to her breasts.

Then I eased my face lower. Once close to her slit, I inhaled the now familiar musky aroma from the core of her being. I spread her thighs with my hands and positioned myself in between so as to be able to access her pussy with ease. I teased her by kissing her around the genital area. I kissed and caressed her inner thighs, pubic area and buttocks. She tugged at my hair, giving me the message of her growing impatience. I lowered my lips to be in line with her pussy lips and gave her a gentle lick from hole to the hardening bud. 

"Ummmmm ... that's so good" was her reaction. I started licking her pussy with long gentle strokes savoring the sweetness of her juices. She was moaning as she held my head with her hands. She spread her thighs wider to give me more access. She was hip movements in sync with my attentions. mmmm mmmm mmm was all the sound I heard. her pussy was dripping juice and I did not intend to let any go waste. As her tempo increased I focused my attention to the clit. I was licking her harder and was able to get my lips around it and suck it. she came with loud moan. I did not stop till she forced my head away. 

I put my head on one of her thighs and stroked the other. Pam said, "that was inspired and satisfying ... thank you" 

I replied, "The pleasure's all mine"

Then she sat up and tugged me closer to her so we could hug and kiss. Then taking my penis in her hand she said, "you're forgetting that you have to consider your satisfaction too" I kissed and said, "what I did was my thank you and what I will do now is for me"

Saying that I pushed her lightly. She got the message and lay down again. Her arms welcoming me to an embrace. "No ... I want you on your knees." She turned around on her stomach and adjusted her body so that she was on her all fours. I positioned myself behind her and taking my penis in my hand brought it to the opening my lips and tongue had relished couple of minutes ago.

I gripped her hips and moved in all the way with ease as the pussy was still lubricated and wet from earlier. My shaft was also dripping lubrication from anticipation. I had my penis inserted all the way to the base. That sight was highly erotic. holding on to her hips I started fucking her. Slowly at first but gradually stepping up the pace. It was absolutely amazing to see my penis moving in and out of the chocolate pussy. I was waking up to the pleasure of unadulterated lust. 

As our tempo increased, I realized that she was also getting in to the motion again. She was moaning again. Her pussy was doing the gripping and releasing exercise to get more pleasure from each stroke. I started doing the long stroke without breaking pace ... I would take my penis almost all the way out and then pull her hips against mine to bury it deeply in her pussy again and again and again. Her back was covered in small beads of sweat. keeping her hips in the air she lowered her shoulders into the pillow. I thought she was tired but realized she's put her weight on one shoulder and using one free hand to rub herself. That turned me on even more. I started pumping her pussy with gusto. Pulling at her hips as I thrust my pelvis against her.

I knew that she was almost there as her moans became louder and more pronounced. She clenched my cock in a grip with her muscles as waves of her orgasm hit. I also hit the peak as her orgasm was still subsiding. I emptied my cum into her and just stayed put till my penis slipped out. She had cum running down her legs so she reached out, grabbed a tissue and cleaned herself.

"That was some good fucking I have to admit" she said. "I have never had two orgasms in such a short span of time ... I enjoyed it thoroughly"

"Well, you've no one to praise but yourself. You've proved to me that a little change of attitude is all that is required to make so much difference ... thanks once again"

I continued, "lets rest for a while and do it all over again" 

Surprisingly Pam said, "No, I am done, I don't mean that I didn't enjoy but four orgasms in just about twelve hours. I don't think my body can take more. I will be sore for a week if I continue and I have some social obligations later today. But rest assured, I had a good time. I only hope we can still be friends still once we leave this room."

I replied, "Pam, I don't know about what's going to happen once we leave this hotel. I don't how Anju is going to feel once this is over but I promise you that you'll always get special respect in my eyes and you can always count on me to be there as a friend."

We sat there for a moment and then she broke the silence. "lets get ready before we start speaking any more silly things" 

"I agree" I said. I kissed her as I got up from the bed and started getting ready. We were both ready in one hour. There was a not a lot of talk as we checked out. After checking out, we hugged, called for our respective cars and drove out. 

I reached home where Anju was waiting. She ran to me and we hugged. We stood still in each others arms, neither of us spoke anything. After a while, I said, "lets sit down". 

We went to the bedroom and sat on the bed. "I am sorry about all this" Anju said. "I'd never expected it to come to this" I just looked at her as she continued to speak in a somber voice. "I hope you will forgive me for this little mistake"

I said, "lets try and put this behind us. you and I have learnt something out of this". Anju replied with a surprised expression, "I know I have learnt my lesson but what about you? you were an innocent victim of my stupidity"

I told her about the conversation I'd had with Pam. About how she'd pointed out that my defensive attitude in life was actually holding me back from getting a decent level of success. Anju said, "she's smart and knows what she's talking about. did I mention that she's almost confirmed to be promoted soon."

"yes, you had mentioned that some time back. So who's going to be your new boss. If she's anything like Pam, I'd be more than happy to meet her" I said laughing

Anju said, "don't joke about it. It's not funny. If Pam gets promoted, she'll get to choose her team and that'll include her replacement in our department.

Something did not sound right about this. Anju was almost jubilant discussing promotions. The somber mood from couple of minutes back was gone.

I said, "you know, Pam told you that you'd almost won the bet if someone had not discovered the error in accounting. It was a lucky break for her and not so lucky for you and me" Anju straightened up and replied, "yes, that was an unfortunate discovery for me."

I asked her, "who discovered that error" She said, "someone from Nagpur" I continued, "why would someone from Nagpur report that there was error in Bombay accounting. I mean I've dealt with my share of corporate idiots. They would take as much credit as possible and for as long as possible."

"What are you trying to say?" Anju asked

I replied, "I am trying to say that maybe someone in Bombay discovered that mistake but for whatever reason Nagpur accounting got the credit."

She seemed to be getting angry, "I understand that much... but you're trying to say that I deliberately lost the bet and had you sleep with Pam"

I said, "I did not say that you were involved in any way so why are you getting excited?"

Anju said, "I do not appreciate this cross questioning. I am as sorry as I can be about what happened" 

Now It was my turn to get irritated, "I am not cross questioning you. I am just thinking if there is more to the story than what we can see"

She shouted out, "why would I push my husband to another woman?"

I said, "calm down and listen, I am not accusing you of anything, I was just wondering why someone would deliberately try to reduce their own performance numbers?"

Anju thought she had the upper hand as I was backing down from my point and kept on getting louder in her tone, "listen mister if you think you're such a hot shot detective join some police detective team. don't try this analytical shit on me. I have not gained anything from you sleeping with that bitch"

I said calmly but with certain coldness in my tone, "you know what Anju, looking at your behavior, I think you've been upto something used me to get what you wanted ... A clear shot at the promotion" She seemed to be fuming at the suggestion but there was a clear lack of words. 

I continued, "Pam's the head of department ... right? she can investigate in a moment and let us know about who discovered the error and who reported it, that must have been a topic of discussion in the other departments too. One invoice which takes away a closely contested victory is not so easily forgotten. I will give her a call and both of us can rest easy about who's wrong here."

That immediately took the wind out of her sails. "No. don't call Pam. Else I will never be able to face her again." 

I was the one who was angry now, "facing Pam, that's what matters to you at this point? What about me... you've pimped me for your gain? How can I ever trust you again? Do you realize that I will never ever be able to look at you without remembering what you've done."

Anju said, "Please don't be so dramatic about this? so you've used your skills to help me a bit. what's wrong in that? It's just something a good husband has done for his wife. I am sure I will be able to do something to make it up to you"

I could not believe my ears. I could not recognize the person sitting in front of me. something snapped inside me. I reached out and grabbed her hair, "so you think I have good skills which you can use to your advantage ... let me show you some skills that you've been missing out on."

I threw her head towards the pillow on the bed. She was alarmed by the force and had fear in her eyes as she looked at me, "what are you doing?"

I slapped her and turned her over. She was on her stomach as I tore her dress apart. I ripped her panties and straddled her around her thighs. I could hear her whimpering in the pillow as I lowered my head to her shoulders. I said, "This is not going to be just my shame, you're also going to remember this day very well too" as I opened my trousers to reveal my already hardened cock.




The Bet



She tried to struggle but I held her in place with my thighs and hands pinning her down. She shouted, "what are you doing you bastard." Without responding to her shouts, I positioned myself and she got full realization about what I was about to do. She shouted out, "No .. No .. please don't"

I was beyond listening to her pleadings now. I just pushed my cock into her asshole. she howled in pain as I inched inside. She clenched her butt muscles but that did not help. I kept pushing till the penis helmet surged past the muscle ring. It was tight fit and her struggling was not making it easier. I did not care for her pain and crying. 

My cock was soon lodged into her ass all the way to the base. I was so focused on humiliating her that her shouts seemed as if they were coming from a distance. I started moving back and forth and fucking her tight asshole. It was difficult since there was no lubrication and it was also hurting me but I did not care. 

The more I moved I could feel her struggle lessening and she put her head in the pillow and sobbing. I kept just pumping my cock into her tight ass. After a while, I felt the balls tightening and I came into her asshole.

I pulled my penis and noticed there was a little blood on it. It could have been her blood or mine ... I too was hurting a lot from the dry fuck. I did not know or care. Anju was still sobbing in the pillow as I stood up. I zipped up and picked up my cell phone. Within hearing distance, I dialed a number and got quick reply. I said, "Hi Pam ... you've reached home safe ... nice ... say what are you doing this weekend? 



The Bet



Last year at this time, my beautiful wife Tanya and I were a few weeks away from a romantic trip to an adults only all-inclusive resort in Cancun. We had booked the trip months earlier and were really looking forward to our private getaway from work and the kids. Thes were coming into town and would be watching our children while we were gone. The trip was for 5 nights, with the last night being Halloween. The resort had nightly entertainment, including a costume party that final night we were going to be there.

About a week before the trip, my wife and I were watching one of those reality TV shows that we had taped the night before. What Tanya did not realize is that I watched the final few minutes of the show, so I already knew who was going to be voted out. As we were watching the show, it seemed very apparent that one of the people on the show that my wife really disliked was likely going to be voted out. As the show progressed, she was getting really excited and said that loser is going home. I kind of egged her on and said no way every time she would say that.

Finally, during the last commercial break, I asked her if she wanted to make a bet on who was getting voted out. Now normally whenever I did this, she would reject it saying that all I wanted was something sexual. This time however, she said sure, as long as she gets to pick first. I said that was fine with me, knowing that she would be picking the guy that the editors had led you to believe would be voted off, and asked her what are we playing for. She said the winner can pick something special to do while we were on vacation. I said that sounded great and the bet was on.

My wife was shocked when her guy was not voted out and even more shocked that I just happen to pick the person that ended up getting voted off. Right away, she accused me of watching it or having heard from someone at work who got voted off. Normally, I have an awful poker face, but I just shook my head and claimed that I thought it was going to be her guy too, so it was just a dumb luck guess that I got it right. Amazingly, she believed me. Then, she asked me what I wanted for winning the bet.

I told her that all I wanted to do was pick the costume that she would wear at the costume party when we were at the resort. She looked at me kind of in shock and said no problem, because she thought I would have asked her to frolic around half-naked the whole vacation or want to fuck her right on the beach in front of other resort guests. She asked what costume I had in mind, and I told her I had a few ideas, but would need to go to the costume store to decide.

Let me tell you a little more about Tanya and myself. We're both in our late 30's, although she could easily pass for early 20's. I'm about 5'10" with a medium build and a little extra around the middle from all of the years of my wife's great cooking. Tanya is gorgeous. She has long legs that lead up to an incredible ass. Her stomach is tight, even after 4 kids and her boobs are unbelievable. They are very firm, size 36C and have perfect nipples. And to top it all off, her face is just beautiful. I was definitely very lucky to have gotten to marry her and she always turns heads wherever we go, especially in a swimsuit, so I was really looking forward to this trip.

I went to the costume shop the next day and ended up picking out a very sexy French maid outfit. I figured it would show off those long legs and the little skirt that went around her waist was very short and would barely cover her panties. I decided that I would add a little extra to the outfit and had them iron on "Cock Tease" on the rear of the panties. 

When we began packing our suitcases the next day, I had already wrapped up the outfit in a box and told her she'd have to wait until Halloween to see what she'd be dressed as. The following morning, we boarded our plane and were off to Cancun. The weather was gorgeous when we arrived and I had arranged for a limo to pick us up at the airport instead of having to wait for one of those shuttles. 

When we arrived at the resort, we were both pleasantly surprised at how beautiful it was. It looked great online, but it was even better than we imagined. We quickly unpacked our bags and headed to get some lunch before going to the pool or beach. By the time we had finished lunch, most of the chairs facing the sun were taken by the pool, so we decided to spend our first day at the beach. It only took a few minutes for me to realize that about half of the women were topless and I immediately began to almost beg Tanya to take her top off too. 

She finally said OK, but we need to walk down towards the end of the beach so there would be less people. I didn't care, because I just wanted to see her topless and I knew that wherever we went, she was going to attract a crowd of guys once she took off her top. She also insisted that she would only go topless if I was there next to her. So, if I went to cool off or get a beer, the top would be back on. So, for the next couple of hours she laid out topless at the end of the beach. I was rock hard the entire time and would mention to her when guys seemed to be lingering a little longer than normal when they were within good seeing distance of her.

Later that night, while she was blowing me, she asked if it turned me on that she was topless and that those other guys were checking her out. I told her she knew it did and asked her if she enjoyed showing off to complete strangers, to which she replied that she only did it for me. I knew she was probably lying a little, so I began to remind her about some of the guys that were really checking her out on the beach. After a few minutes of that while I was licking her out and she begged me to fuck her.

The next day, she said she wanted to lay out on the beach again, so I said that sounded great and that she should lead the way. When we initially got to the beach she started to head to the far end again, but ended up stopping about half way. So, I was a little curious to see if she would be willing to go topless, because there would definitely be a lot of people where she had stopped. After we got the chairs set up, she put her sunglasses on and sat back to read her book. So, after a few minutes, I mentioned that quite a few of the ladies were topless around us and when in Rome... She made some kind of comment about me just wanting to see her topless and then said fine and took off her top. 

I was pretty sure that it was an act, but just happy she was topless again. After about an hour, Tanya had fallen asleep, so I decided to walk down to the water and cool off. While in the water, I watched out of the corner of my eye to see all of the attention she was getting. Many of the men did not even care if it was obvious that they were staring as they'd walk right up to within 5 feet of our chairs and just stop and talk while checking my hot wife out. After about 20 minutes, I could tell she was waking up, so I quickly went back up there.

That night ended up being a repeat of the previous night with Tanya practically jumping me. The next couple of days we had a few excursions scheduled, so although we spent a little time by the pool, most of our time was spent site seeing. On Halloween day, we were going to be at the resort the entire day. Tanya said we should get up early, because she wanted to get plenty of sun before we had to get ready for the costume party.

So, after breakfast I again told her to lead the way. She went to the beach and stopped right in the middle, where it was going to be very crowded and everyone would have to walk past us to get to the other ends of the beach. We were one of the first people to the beach and this time, once we had the chairs ready, Tanya immediately took off her top. When I looked at her and smiled, she said that she knew I would be begging her to do it anyway, so she might as well do it before she gets comfortable.

The weather was perfect and the beach filled up quickly. About an hour after we were there two muscle-heads sat in chairs that were about 5 feet away from ours. Each of them clearly spent the better part of their days in the gym and were solid muscle. After they were sitting down for a while one of them got up and removed his shorts. Underneath was a speedo swimsuit. He walked down to the water and after a few minutes he came back to his chair. The bulge this guy had was huge and I caught my wife staring. When she realized I saw her, she commented that it was gross and disgusting. I said sure, and that he's probably gay and he and his friend pump each other. We both laughed and were back to our books.

After a while, I suggested we go for a swim to cool off and Tanya said that sounded great. I was shocked when she just stood up and began walking down to the water without putting her top on. For the next several hours, I was amazed as she pranced up to the bar to get us drinks, we walked along the beach, she went to the bathroom and she never put her top on. It was obvious that she really was enjoying all of the looks she was getting and our muscle-bound friend was checking her out whenever he could.

When we went back to the room, I jumped in the shower and a few seconds later she was in there working my cock. We fucked in the shower and then took a short nap before we needed to get ready for dinner and the party. After dinner, we returned to the room to put our costumes on. I handed her the package and when Tanya opened it, she commented that I'm a pervert and that she couldn't wear that in front of everyone. When I reminded her that everyone at the resort had stared at her bare tits long enough to have a permanent image etched in their brains, she said fine.

She looked amazing in the costume. So, we went to the party and started dancing, drinking and mingling. After about 30 minutes they said they were going to have a chain dance and what it meant was that 2 people would begin by dancing and that every minute or so, they would say optional break and the male in the couple could decide if they wanted to split and each would grab a new partner or they could just continue to dance. They began by having 2 of the entertainment staff dance and about 30 seconds later they announced optional split. It was about that time that Tanya and I noticed that our muscle-bound beach neighbor had arrived wearing army fatigues with the sleeves torn off. Man was this guy big.

About five minutes into the dance, he walked over and asked Tanya to join him during one of the optional breaks. I told her no problem, just come and get me at the next optional break and then we could just dance together. Unfortunately this guy had other plans and he kept dancing with Tanya rather then getting a new partner at each optional break. Finally, I had one of the entertainment staff come over to ask me to dance. She was wearing a bunny outfit that was see-through on top. The newest song was a slow one, so now I found myself dancing slowly with this slutty staff member, while my wife was in the arms of the incredible hulk.

While we were dancing, I was trying to edge our way over closer to Tanya. Just when we got over within about 5 feet, my dance partner grabbed my hand from her shoulder and put it on her right tit, while at the same time grabbing my crotch with her other hand. I probably should have reacted a little quicker, but being totally shocked and having my cock rubbed slowed my reactions. Unfortunately, Tanya had looked over about that time and saw what was going on. When the song ended, she was really pissed at me and told me how Derrick, the muscle-bound guy, had tried hitting on her while they were dancing and she fought off his advances. I tried to explain my side of the story and she would not even listen.

After about 15 minutes of not talking to each other, Derrick came over and asked her to dance. Tanya initially said no, but then I said you might as well dance with him since you aren't going to dance with me. So she said fine and quickly joined him on the dance floor. I had to use the restroom, so I figured it would be a good break anyway. I grabbed another beer on the way back and had noticed that Derrick and Tanya were now at the other end of the room, very close to the doors to the swimming pool.  

I finally realized that I should go apologize to Tanya for being such a jerk, after all we had a great time the whole week and I surely didn't want to end it on a bad note. So, as I began walking over there I initially could not find them. Finally I saw them walk out the doors to the pool area. I decided to quietly follow them to see what they were doing. They sat down on a couple of chairs and I realized that they were just trying to cool off from dancing the last 30 minutes straight. I found a chair that was in the dark within hearing distance. 

After about 10 minutes, Tanya said she was going to head in. When she got up, Derrick saw "Cock Tease" on her panties. He commented that she sure was and that he was hard all day looking at her. She thanked him and reminded him that she was married and needed to go find me. At that point, Derrick stood up and stepped in front of Tanya's path and in one quick rip had torn her French maid outfit in half, so all she had left on was her tights and panties. In the next instant, he ripped her panties off too. 

Now, once again, I was in shock and for some reason was just watching. Surprisingly though, Tanya was not doing anything either. At that point, Derrick pulled off his army fatigues and his massive cock point straight out. He grabbed Tanya's ass in his right hand and lifted her off the ground, so she was essentially sitting in his hand. Then he reached out with his left hand and began to grab her tits. As he did this, he had pulled her closer to him so his cock was just below her shaved pussy lips. 

He then slowly moved her back and forth over his cock dry humping her. Finally he told her that if she wanted to get fucked that she would need to reach down there and feed his cock to her pussy. Tanya immediately reached down grabbing his cock with both hands and began to work it into her pussy. Derrick slowly moved her body away from him and then towards him to ease it into her. After a few minutes, his entire cock was buried in her. At that point, she through her head back as he pounded away at her pussy still holding her entire weight in his one hand. 

After 5-10 minutes, Tanya arched her back almost parallel to the ground as it was clear she was having an explosive orgasm. Within seconds, Derrick tensed up too and shot his load into my hot wife. As he set her down to her feet, he commented to her what a fantastic fuck she was – even better than he had imagined. When she began to gather up her shred up costume he asked her what the hell was she doing. He told her that he never cleaned his own cock and that she needed to lick it clean. 

At that point he sat down on a chair and said clean it up whore. Tanya looked a little frightened at this point, so I probably should have gotten up, but once again just found myself sitting there. Tanya climbed onto the end of the lounge chair and began to lick clean his cock. It was then that I noticed that this guy's friend was standing a few feet away from them and had taken off his pants. His cock was impressive, but not quite as big as Derrick's. He moved behind her and plunged his cock into Tanya's well-used pussy while grabbing her hips.

You could tell Tanya was not expecting that, but Derrick told her not to worry about it bitch, just finish the cleaning. Within a couple of minutes, Derrick's buddy also shot his load into my wife. As he pulled out, Derrick got up and both guys got dressed and told her thank you for making it the best trip they've ever had. They told her she had the hottest body they'd seen in a long time and a nice tight pussy. Derrick's final comment was that if you looked in a dictionary for the word cock tease, you'd definitely see her picture. 

At that point, they walked away and Tanya just layed on the chair. I finally walked over to her and walked her back to the room. She kept telling me she was sorry and that was going to scream when he first ripped off her outfit, but when his cock sprang out after he stripped, she was in shock. After that, her body just took over. I told her that I forgave her and helped her clean up in the shower. We agreed, that like Vegas, whatever happens in Cancun needs to stay in Cancun. At least until we go back. 



The Bet



I drove around and around until I had reached the 8th floor of the parking garage, and started looking for section 8F as instructed. My girlfriend and I like to play a game where we bet on random meaningless things, like who will be get ousted in the episode of a TV reality show. Whoever wins, gets to call the shots on our next weekend getaway or vacation. It actually works out great. No vacation arguments about where to eat or what to do. Its actually nice to lose sometimes and just go with the flow. This time, I lost. Who knew that girl would slip and fall on that dancing show?

I found the right section, and saw my girlfriend's car already parked. I found a spot right next to her as this entire area was empty. This time of year, not enough travelers to need to park this far from the terminal.

I didn't even know where we were flying to. That was part of the game. She made all the arrangements. Like I said, losing isn't all that bad. She did tell me to bring some nice slacks and shirts, but to be prepared for warm weather, and to pack light. I got out of my car, popped the trunk, and pulled out my small roller bag and my carry-on with a change of clothing—just in case.

Sarah got out of her car when she saw me park, and was doing the same thing. Her bag was much larger. I never understand how a woman can pack so much for such a short trip, but I knew better than to comment. I walked over to help her with the bag, and was about to ask why we were parked way out in this section when she spoke, "sweetie, before we get going, I have something for you to wear. The game starts now." A twinkle in her eyes made me realize that she had something up her sleeve.

She reached into her trunk and pulled out a small pink Victoria's Secret bag and handed it to me. I took it, and immediately started feeling flush. I always fawn over her sexy lingerie, sometimes even asking her to leave it on while we have sex. I love the soft silky fabrics and sexy lace. I once confessed to her that I fantasized about what it would feel like to wear panties.

"That's for you to wear. You'll need to put them on right here. I can help you," she said in a very conversational way, like how's the weather? I was looking in the bag, and I could see a pair of hot pink satin panties with lace trim.

"uh,...what?" I asked, a bit confused, "here?...but..."

"Don't worry silly, why do you think I asked you to park all the way out here? Afterall, the game is afoot, and I make all the decisions. I decided that you should wear these," she explained.

I pulled the panties out of the bag, and noticed that they were not the only thing in the bag. A black butt plug sat nestled in the tissue paper of the bag. The look of surprise must have shown on my face, because I heard her giggle. I looked at her, and I began to protest when she cut me off.

"Don't forget who's in charge here. As a matter fact, you may as well start getting used to calling me Mistress. You got that pantyboy?"

"Er...yeah, no problem Sar- I mean Mistress."

She spoke with a new-found authority that I had never seen before, but I could feel my cock twitch with excitement. I stepped out of my shoes, took one last look around, and started to take off my pants. When I was naked from the waist down, she ordered me to lean up against the trunk of my car and "spread 'em". She sounded like she was having fun. I, on the other hand, was weirdly excited and freaked out. While I was trying to comprehend what was going on, and what this woman had done with my Sarah, I felt a cold wet finger on my anus.

"Ah!" I yelped as she pushed a finger inside me. At least, I realized, she was using some lube. I had never used a butt plug, nor had I ever even expressed an interest about it to Sarah. The panties, yes, butt plug, no. Everything seemed so surreal, and just like that, I felt something cold and hard pushing against my anus. The plug started pushing into me, and I immediately realized why so many women will not let men fuck them in the ass. The plug was a medium sized plug. It had looked like it was probably about 5 inches long and at most an inch or slightly more at its widest point. It felt, however, like a baseball bat pushing into my ass. I heard someone scream, and then realized it was me. All I could see was bright light. I've endured more pain, but it was enough that I really couldn't think. Then, I felt a pop, and the pain receded. The widest part had pushed into me, and now a dull ache was left behind along with a feeling of fullness that I had never felt before.

"Step into these. You better hurry, I think I hear a car."

With those words, I returned to lucid thought, and I remembered where I was standing. Looking down, I could see she was holding the panties by my feet. I stepped into them, and she pulled them up my legs. She reached around, and adjusted my cock so that the satin fabric cupped my balls and contained my cock. The smooth light satiny fabric was as luxurious as I had imagined.

"Hey pantyboy, gonna put these on? Or are you good like that?"

Sarah was holding my pants out to me. I took them, put them on, and then got my shoes and socks on. While I was finishing tying my shoes, Sarah had tossed my boxers into her trunk, closed the trunk, and stood waiting for me with our luggage. I stood back up, and started to walk to her when I felt the plug shift inside me. It sent waves of pleasure right through to my cock. I had to focus to keep walking straight.

"Come on pantyboy, get our luggage and let's get going. We have a flight to catch. And don't forget to wave to the camera." She started walking toward to elevators and held up her hand, finger pointing at the ceiling. I looked up and saw a security camera pointed right at me, little red light blinking. I immediately looked back down, hoping my face wasn't too clearly framed on the camera, grabbed the bags, and followed Sarah as quickly as the plug would allow.

With each step, I could feel the plug shifting inside me. It didn't help that I was now developing a hard on. Between the plug and the satin panties, my body and my mind were getting turned on. I tried to use my carry-on to shield my excitement, clutching it in front of my pelvis. As we finally reached the main terminal, I was hoping that I had mastered walking as I kept telling myself that busy travelers were not going to pay attention to a guy who looked like he had a stick up his ass — which I immediately realized was a more than accurate assessment of my situation.

Sarah took charge, and checked us in at the self-check in kiosk. We checked our luggage and headed for the gate. Sarah barely looked at me, striding confidently down the concourse. As we neared the security checkpoint, I started feeling more and more uncomfortable. It wasn't the plug that was sending waves of pleasure through me with each step, but as i neared the checkpoint, i had a flash of being strip searched by a TSA guard who some how knew that i had something "hidden".

"Ah Sarah, wait please," I pleaded. Sarah turned to face me, and gave me a look of warning. "Sorry, Mistress, please wait. Can I get through security like this?" I asked motioning with my eyes downward to my midsection. At least by now, my cock had settled down, and was no longer tenting my pants.

"Silly boy, they don't xray you, and they wouldn't be able to see the panties ayway. And the plug is not metal. It won't be a problem, now come, we have a plane to catch." And with that, she turned and kept walking into the roped-off lines of security. By the looks of some nearby travelers, it was clear that they heard that exchange. I could feel my face turning red.

I took a deep breath, let it out, and followed her. She was right of course, but that didn't stop my heart from racing as I went through security. One TSA guard looked at me, clearly noticing that I was fidgeting. Crap, I realized showing strange nervousness could make one of them think that I was doing something illegal. I smiled weakly to the guard, "Hi. I hate flying," I said in a poor attempt at an excuse. She rolled her eyes, and just reached for my boarding pass, looked at it, and waved me on.

I followed Sarah down the concourse to our gate, and we found a place to sit. I was so glad to be able to sit down and stop walking, I completely forgot what would happen when I did sit. So I sat, and immediately realized my mistake as the plug pushed hard up into me, filling me deeper than before. I stifled a yelp, and tried to look at the floor as if nothing had happened. I peeked over at Sarah, knowing she was probably glaring at me. She was.



The Bet



Samantha had caught Richard having an affair after more than five years of marriage. She spent an entire evening pouring her heart out to my wife Tori. Lets just say Samantha wasn't a big fan of men for the next few months. One evening Tori and Samantha were out for a girl's night out when the topic of fidelity came up. By the end of the conversation Samantha bet Tori that if given the chance I would cheat. Tori was fairly confident that I wasn't the cheating type, not to mention the fact that Samantha was quite a bit overweight and not my type. Samantha, for her part, was convinced I would succumb to her advances. 

Samantha invited Tori over for dinner, but halfway through Tori got a call from the office and had to go in to deal with an emergency. Samantha stayed behind to attempt her seduction. She was rather pathetic. I wasn't the least bit tempted. Had I known Tori was involved I would have found it amusing, the fact that I didn't made the situation very uncomfortable. I was ready for Samantha to leave when she poured us each another glass of wine. She offered me a glass and said it would be her last as she was going to leave after we finished. 

Samantha had spiked my drink with a date rape drug known as a Ruffie. The drug took effect fairly quickly and before long she was helping me to my room. My head was spinning and the rest of the evening was a blur. Samantha made a video of me laying on the bed, completely naked, as she seemingly rode my cock. Samantha had managed to get me hard and I ejaculated inside of her. Of course I missed the entire ordeal. 

Tori wasn't the least bit surprised when Samantha explained that she had failed. Samantha complained that I had simply gone to bed as soon as Tori left, so it really wasn't a fair test. She wanted to try once more. Tori wasn't too thrilled with the prospect of more shenanigans, but ultimately agreed. The first time I was alone with Samantha, at a neighborhood party, she came to me, put her hand over my crotch and whispered, "You have the most amazing cock, I can't wait until you fuck me again."

Tori came back in before I could say anything, but I couldn't help but realize I was aroused. I had no idea what she was talking about. What the hell just happened? Later that night Samantha pulled me aside and played a video on her iPhone that showed us having sex. I realized she must have drugged me to make the video. She explained that if I didn't meet her in the basement bathroom in ten minutes she was going to show Tori. Samantha didn't give me a chance to respond, she walked over to Tori and began talking. I stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. Tori told Samantha to come down to the basement bathroom in twenty minutes and she would have her answer. 

Not sure what I was getting into I went down to the basement bathroom and Tori came down shortly after. She closed the door and I thought she had locked it. I tried to ask Tori what was going on? What was the deal with the video? Why had she drugged me? Tori put her finger to her lips and said, "ssshhh..."

Next Tori pulled her sundress over her head revealing her panties and bra. She then whispered, "Help me with my bra."

She turned her back and I obeyed, unfastening her bra allowing it to fall to the floor. Then she told me to pull her panties down. Tori was now completely naked in front of me. She smiled and said, "Now make love to me."

Tori was a large woman, very big breasts, wide hips and a fairly large stomach. Her face was pretty, almost beauty pageant pretty. I explained, "Tori, look, I don't know what happened the other night, but I just can't do this. I am friends with Richard. You are friends with Samantha. Hell, I thought you and I were friends. Please, lets just get back to the party."

Tori took a few steps forward and pressed her body against mine. She kissed my lips and ran her hands around my back. 

I complained again, "Look, I can't do this."

Tori's hands moved from my back to my crotch. Once she found my cock she squeezed, I was getting hard and she could tell. Tori smiled and said, "I think you can, and if you don't want to hurt Samantha you will."

I stood there, my back against the wall, literally and figuratively. Tori was rubbing my cock through my pants, as she kissed my neck. I was paralyzed, everything except my penis which was responding favorably to Tori's advances. Tori began unfastening my belt and pants and I didn't stop her and they fell to the floor. She then pulled my underwear off and grasped my cock in her hand as she backed up to the vanity. She was leading me like a dog on a chain. She sat on the edge of the counter and pulled my penis up to her vagina. 

Tori spread her legs, exposing her wet vagina to me. She tilted her pelvis forward so that her vagina pressed against the tip of my penis. Tori then whispered, "Fuck me, go ahead, you want me, take me now."

My penis was full erect pressing against Tori's vagina, but I just couldn't go through with it. I began to say something when the door opened, it was Samantha. She was shocked beyond belief exclaiming, "You bastard! How could you?"

I turned toward Samantha and tried to explain that it wasn't what it looked like and that nothing had happened. Tori wasn't buying it. She burst into tears and stormed back upstairs. I pulled up my pants and followed her. 



The Bet



How do I get myself in to these situations? That thought kept echoing inside of my head. Here I was giving a blow job to a man I just met tonight. My best friend Tamika standing behind me anxiously waiting her turn. It's amazing to think this was all the cause of a joke and a bet.

Let's start at the beginning. My name is Karen. I'm a single, white female in my mid 30's. I'm a very attractive woman if I do say so. I'm a blond with shoulder length hair. I hear often that my breast are one of my greatest qualities. I get asked so often are they real and it has become very annoying. I have been signal for the last two years. My boyfriend of three years moved due to his job. The distance was becoming a problem so we decided to call it off. 

Thank heavens for Tamika. Tamika is my best friend and has been ever since college. Tamika is an attractive black woman. She had a caramel complexion, with average breast and a great ass. I often told Tamika her body resembled the women in the hip hop videos. I often found myself peaking at her during showers after the gym. One time I think she noticed while we were trying on clothes at the mall.

I hardly ever went out since my break up. The only time I went out was with Tamika. She decided that I needed some laughter in my life and I did too. So one Thursday night Tamika and I went to see Chris Rock. He was on tour promoting a new comedy special. 

We were enjoying the show with the rest of the audience. That was until Chris said one joked. I notice Tamika whole attitude shifted after that joke. 

Chris was describing the differences between black pornos and white pornos.

"Have you notice that white women and black women give head totally different? A white woman gives head like she is dying and the dick has the antidote. Now black women act like its a chore and can't wait to take the dick out there mouth"

After Chris said that joke Tamika was quiet for the rest of the show. Later that evening we were in the car driving to a restaurant. Tamika silence bother me so I had to ask what was wrong. 

"I'm just so tired of the stereotype that black women are restricted when it comes to sex. I'm very comfortable with my sexuality. I feel I can give head as good if not better than any woman" 

"Not better than me", I joked.

At that moment Tamika looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Is that a challenge, Karen", Tamika asked me.

That moment my heart was racing as I was driving. What door did I just open. Was Tamika serious or joking? Only one way to find out. 

"Tamika, I'm pretty sure are talented but when it comes to giving head I wrote the book on it". After I told Tamika that she laugh very loudly. 

"Well Karen if you wrote the book I know someone was plagiarize", she joked. Then a sinister smile creep on her face. "Karen there is only one way to find out who is the best"

"What way is that", I asked nervously. 

"We have to choose someone to judge our skills and it has to be someone random", Tamika explained to me. 

Tamika told me everything would be revealed over dinner. I couldn't help but ponder what did she have in store for me. 

Later that evening we were having dinner at a restaurant . I was eager to learn Tamika plans .

Come on Tamika, spill it . I told her as she was eating her dinner. 

Tamika pointed to one of the waiters. 

"He's cute isn't it he. You think he will make a good judge" 

The waiter she pointed to looked to be in his early twenties. He looked at least 6'2 and had a muscular build. I didn't know Tamika was in to white guys but she had good taste. I thought about taking this hot young stud and making him my slave with my mouth.

"Well, Karen?? What do you think" She asked as I was lost in lust. 

He will do was my answer. We finished eating and paid for our food. As were exiting Tamika pulled the waiter aside. I couldn't make out what she whisper in his ear. When she finished she handed him a small piece of paper.

He had a surprise look on his face. Are you serious? He asked as he place the piece of paper in his pocket. 

Tamika lean over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Only one way to find out baby" Tamika told him as turn to walk away.

Tamika, what did you tell him? I asked her. 

"I asked him how would he like to taste some vanilla and chocolate" When Tamika told me that a warm sensation came over me. 

Can I really go through with this? I thought to myself. Tamika seemed calmed as if everything was part of some devious plan. 

A hour past and we at Tamika place. She had candles lit that filled the room with a vanilla aroma. We were both sipping on wine and sitting on the coach. My heart was racing in anticipation. 

There was two knocks at the door. 

"Finally desert is here" Tamika said. She look through the peep hole and open it. It was the waiter. He was still in his uniform but still looked sexy. He introduce himself and told us his name was James.

Tamika sat James in between us and pour him some wine. 

"James have you ever have a black woman given you a blow job" she asked. Tamika was in full predatory mode. She was rubbing his arm and giving him a look as if he was tonight's special.

No I haven't. He answered and he begin to rub Tamika's arm.

"Well my friend Karen and I have a bet. She feels that white women give better head than black women. I'm aiming to prove her wrong. We were wondering will you be the judge" 

James answer by nodding his head yes.

Tamika kissed him on his neck and got on her knees. Seeing my best friend so aggressive was turning me on. Tamika unbutton James jeans and pulled off his jeans. I could see the bulge that was dying to be pulled out. James looked like he had a great cock. Tamika must have thought so too. She started to suck his cock through his boxers. I stood behind Tamika and watched her teased James cock. Tamika looked backed at me.

"Where are my manners? Karen would like to have a taste". Tamika asked me that as she pulled James cock out and squeezed it. 

Sure, let me show you how to worship a cock. I told her as I got on my knees right beside her. Tamika's caramel hands grip James shaft. Tamika was holding this spectacular cock for me suck. I wrap my lips around the head. I begin to suck on James penis while Tamika held it. My tongue made small circles around his head and Tamika contentiously jerked him off. 

"Stick your tongue out" Tamika whispered in my ear. I did as she asked and stuck my tongue out. She used her hand to guide the bottom of James cock all across my wet tongue. I decided to see if I could deep throat this big cock. I forced James cock as deep as I could down my throat. What I did not notice that my lips were press against Tamika's fingers. She was still holding his cock. My tongue ran under his shaft and I made sure the tip of my tongue touched her fingers. 

James was moaning and groaning. I bet when he woke up this morning he couldn't imagine two women fighting over his dick. Tamika got up and sat in the chair behind me. 

Where you going Tamika? I muffled while still sucking on James. 

"I want to watch you right now. Karen show me those head skills"

I don't know what was turning me on more. Was it James fantastic cock that I was sucking? My chocolate friend who hands were rubbing her thighs while she observed me? I licked every inch of James cock. I took long licks while rubbing his chest. My fingers pinched his nipples as my lips squeezed his balls.

"Karen, you dirty slut" I heard Tamika say while I licked this man balls. I felt James hands on the back of my neck. He squeeze me every time I gave his cock a long hard suck. All of sudden I felt another pair hands rub down my spine. It was Tamika. She removed her shirt and bra. I could see her chocolate nipples and they were looking enticing. 

Tamika moved James hands from the back of my head and took control. She took grab my hair and begin to guide me up and down his cock. Tamika started slow at first but the more James groaned the faster she went. She pulled my head up from his cock to give me a breather. I didn't notice but a string of saliva was hanging from my lips. Tamika caught it with her tongue.

"Let's share" Tamika suggested. 

We begin to suck on James cock at the same time. It was almost as if we were kissing and his cock was just in the middle. Every time our lips touched my body shivered. My pussy was getting wetter by the second. I stop sucking on James just to watch Tamika. There was something sexy about watching her. I watched as Tamika's brown lips were wrap around his white cock. 

James started to tense up. "He's getting close. Do you want to shoot your load in to our mouths" Tamika asked him. 

"Yes. Oh Yes", James screamed as he near climax. 

Tamika and I pressed our faces against each other as we awaited James cum. James let out a huge groan and released his spunk. I had two streams hit my the side of my cheek and the rest landed in Tamika's mouth. She notice the streaks off cum across my cheeks and licked it off. 

My body shook as the tip of her tongue collected James seed. Once she was finished we shared a long passionate kiss. I always enjoyed the taste of semen but it was even better from Tamika's mouth. Once we finished we both had his semen in our mouth. We swallowed James cum and I notice a drop of cum was on breast. Without thinking I leaned down and licked it off her chocolate breast. Tamika let out a soft moan as I licked her breast clean. 

Tamika held my head as I sucked her breast. We totally forgot about James. We had forgot about the bet and were more concern about each other. 

"Well Ladies I can not give you an honest answer who was better" James told us as he stroked his semi hard prick. We no longer cared but we did know one thing. This night was not over but only just the beginning. 

to be continue 



The Bet



Here's another story for you guys that's been bouncing around inside my head for a while. Hope you enjoy. All characters are over the age of eighteen.

Hi, my names Richard Williams, Rich to my friends. I live in southern California with my mom Stacy. My dad died when I was too young to remember. The accident that killed my dad, while tragic, was made less so by the size of the settlement his company paid my mom. Because of this, she never had to work again, and we also got to live in a very nice neighborhood. I had a pretty normal childhood. Everything went along pretty much par for the course until I turned twelve. That's when Steven Daniels and his family moved in down the street. The first day of school that year I saw him reading an issue of The Amazing Spider-Man and we bonded instantly. We were both uber dorks and still are to this day. We also played sports and got into trouble like all teenagers do, but we were pretty good kids all things considered. 

So anyway, I'm sitting in my room right now, it's about two in the morning and I really can't believe what I've just seen. It boggles my mind. The funny thing is that I'm partly responsible for what happened. Yes I'm going to explain what happened, but first you'll need some details. As I said, I live with my mom Stacy. She's thirty-seven years old, with shoulder length red hair and still turns heads when she enters a room. She's about 5'6 and 125 lbs. Not overly blessed in the chest but respectable. Even though she has red hair there's not a freckle to be found, and thanks to the rigorous workouts she puts herself through, she's built like you wouldn't believe. Now remember my friend Steven? He absolutely loves my mom. He told me the first time he saw her he fell in love. Most of the time I just laughed it off because I'd also heard a couple of my friends talk about my mom that way. It was nothing new. 

The summer after me and Steven turned eighteen we were playing basketball and talking trash like we always did. We started calling each other bitches and then saying that the other couldn't get any pussy. Now, neither Steven nor I did very well in the chick category but we'd been laid a few times during high school. Anyway, the trash talk got more and more heated and it ended up with Steven saying he could score with any chick I knew. After he made a few jump shots on me I said he was full of shit, so he bet me a thousand dollars he could. Now I don't know whether it was the anger over losing or what that made me bet him, but I could really use the extra cash. The only thing was, I really didn't know any girls that I could ironclad swear Steven couldn't score with. Then it hit me. I don't know why those particular neurons fired that day, or why the hell I even considered it, but I opened my big mouth.

"Hey man, I know a girl who you've liked forever you wouldn't stand a chance with." I teased him.

"Shit, just say the name and she's all mine." Steven replied.

"Stacy." I said calmly.

"Stacy who?" Steven asked with a funny look on his face.

"Stacy Williams, dumbass, also known as my mom." I laughed.

At this point I fully expected Steven to just laugh it off and curse me in defeat but the son of a bitch did the last thing I thought he would, he called my bluff.

"Alright man, by next weekend I'm gonna be your new daddy, and you're ass is gonna owe me ten Benjamins." Steven said cockily.

Knowing that I had a lock on winning this little bet I looked Steven in the eyes and shook his hand. He told me that I couldn't do anything to sabotage him or the bet was off. Also, I had to do what he said while he was around my mom. I told him that I wouldn't do anything unfair; besides, I knew full well he didn't stand a chance with my mom. I told Steven that I would need proof of the act. A picture or video, his word would not be enough. After talking it over while we cooled down Steven said that he'd start tomorrow (Saturday). I just laughed and told him I'd see him then. After that I walked home.

(Saturday)

The next morning I was awoken by the sound of people talking loudly. After clearing the cobwebs I realized that the sound was coming from downstairs. I slowly crept down the stairs and peeked into the living room. My mom was sitting on the couch watching T.V. and Steven was sitting right next to her. They were both laughing at what was on the television and carrying on like two morons. I laughed and thought to myself that Steven doesn't waste any time. Thinking nothing of it I walked back upstairs and got into the shower. As I rinsed I wondered how Steven was going to go about trying to sleep with my mom. He was always pretty flirty with her and I once heard mom talking to Steven's mom about how cute he was, but to actually make a move on her was something I couldn't fathom. When I was finished with my shower I walked back downstairs to find Steven had already gone.

"Hey mom, anything I miss?" I asked.

"Nothing at all sweetie, it's about time you woke up though. You're gonna waste the whole day." She said.

I thought it was kind of strange for her not to mention that Steven had come over but what the hell, he was over all the time, nothing strange about that. I grabbed a quick breakfast and then got hard at work wasting the rest of my Saturday. About three o'clock mom left for her usual run so I took the time to pop in a movie. Mom was usually gone a couple hours so I had some time to kill before dinner. About an hour and a half later I heard my mom laughing. I got up quickly and looked out the peep hole on our front door. Mom was standing on the front steps with Steven. They were both covered in sweat, but Steven looked like he was going to pass out.

"That son of a bitch." I laughed.

Steven had gone on one of my mom's runs. Now my mom exercises like a machine and I know Steven's not in as good as shape as she is so it really must've taken it out of him. I looked on as they chatted. Mom laughed at what Steven was saying and she even twirled her hair around her finger. It was nothing new I thought, she'd known Steven since we were kids. Steven took a drink from a bottle of water and then offered my mom some. I chuckled knowing that she would refuse. She's kind of a germafobe and won't even drink after me. As I watched, mom took the bottle from Steven and slowly brought it to her lips. She smiled and took three or four big gulps before handing it back to my friend. Steven continued to talk as mom wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. I couldn't believe it. Before I had time to contemplate what I'd seen mom turned toward the house so I bolted for the couch.

"Hey, how was your run?" I asked as mom came through the living room.

"Same old same old." She said walking upstairs.

That was the second time that she'd neglected to mention to me that she'd seen Steven. The logical side of my brain knew there was no way Steven was making any headway in our bet. The paranoid side however, was starting to wonder. Never the less, I would have to keep a closer eye on my mom than I thought.

Later that night I noticed that even though it was about seven o'clock my mom was still upstairs. She usually had dinner ready by now. When mom finally came down the stairs her attire caused me to do a double take. She was wearing a bright yellow sun dress with shoulder straps and matching high heels. Not that it was overly inappropriate or anything but it was very short. It only came down her thighs about half way. Her hair was also done up fancily on the top of her head. Like I said, nothing inappropriate, but a bit more dressed up than she usually was for dinner.

"What's the special occasion?" I asked.

"Oh nothing honey. I just felt like dressing up, that's all." She replied.

She walked into the kitchen and I began to hear pots and pans clanging. At least she was finally starting to make dinner. After about thirty minutes mom came into the living room and sat down on the couch beside me. I couldn't help but notice her legs as she sat. I've never thought of my mom in a sexual way, but I'll be the first to admit that she is a very attractive woman.

"Dinner about ready?" I asked.

"Yeah, just about. Hey, I forgot to tell you. Steven's coming over." She said nonchalantly. 

"Oh really?" I asked.

"Yeah, I told him that it was fine. It's been a while since I've cooked for you two." Mom smiled.

I just rolled my eyes and marveled at Steven's persistence. Mom and I sat on the couch for a while until I heard a knock at the door. I went to get up but mom darted by me quickly.

"Hey there pretty lady." Steven said.

"Always the charmer." Mom replied.

As I watched mom wrapped her arms around Steven and gave him a tight hug. Steven glanced down at her ass and gave me a wink. As they walked to the kitchen Steven gave me a little look. I took it as him telling me to make myself scarce. Under the terms of our agreement I decided that I would stay out of the kitchen until mom called me for dinner. 

After a few minutes the curiosity got the better of me so I decided to do a little spying. I crept up to the wall that separated the living room and the kitchen. I got as close as I could to the doorway that led into the kitchen. From my vantage point I could see the entire kitchen in the reflection on the patio doors. Mom was standing at the sink while Steven was sitting at the table. As mom went about her routine Steven was devouring her with his eyes. They made small talk and every once in a while Steven would comment on how nice she looked. Mom would smile brightly as she went about fixing dinner. Eventually mom got the pasta noodles off the stove and took them over to the sink to drain the water. Steven walked up behind her and looked over her shoulders.

"Man, I don't know what smells better, the food or the cook." Steven said placing his hands on my mom's shoulders.

Mom looked back over her shoulder at Steven. It was a funny look that I hadn't seen before. It didn't look like she was mad at all. It was like she didn't quite know what to say.

"Thank you...Steven." She finally said.

Steven dialed it down a bit and sat back down at the table. Mom went to the fridge to get the salad out. As she bent down Steven's eyes were glued to her ass and legs. It was hard for me to tell in the reflection but I didn't see any visible panty line. There was no way my mom was walking around the house without any underwear I thought.

A little while later mom finally called me for dinner. I sat down at the table and smiled at Steven. With me in the same room his little game wasn't going anywhere. While mom went to the stove Steven gave me a hand motion as if to say get lost. I gave him a funny look. 

"Remember the rules..." He mouthed.

I knew that if I wanted to win the bet I had to not get in his way, so reluctantly I got up and grabbed my plate.

"I'm gonna eat in the living room, there's a show on that I can't miss." I said out loud. 

"Rich, you better not get any food on the carpet." Mom said.

"Don't worry Ms. Stacy, I'll keep you company." Steven chimed in.

I told mom I'd be careful and then walked back to the living room. As I ate and watched T.V. I would hear the occasional laugh. Nothing was out of the ordinary until I heard my mom yelp as if she'd burned herself. I quietly reclaimed my place by the entrance to the kitchen. In the reflection I could see that my mom had spilled some of the pasta sauce down the front of her dress. Steven had reached over and used his napkin to clean my mom up a bit. To the untrained eye it looked like a simple act of kindness, but to me he was feeling up my mom. As he got lower on her chest my mom was looking intently at Steven. I half expected her to say something as his hand went into her cleavage, but she remained silent. After a few tense minutes mom brought her hand up and moved Steven's hand away.

"I think that's got it..." Mom said quietly.

Steven just smiled and went back to his pasta. Mom fanned herself with her hand for a moment or two. She must've gotten hot after cooking dinner I thought. After a few minutes I noticed that they were sitting kinda close to each other. I couldn't tell if it was mom or Steven that had slid there chair over but someone had. I stood there for about fifteen minutes while they ate.

"Man, I'm stuffed. That was awesome Ms. Stacy." Steven said.

"Thank you sweetie. It looks like you really liked it judging from how much you got on you." Mom said smiling.

I hadn't noticed but Steven had some white sauce from the pasta on the corner of his mouth. As I watched, my mom licked her finger and used it to clean Steven's mouth. Unbelievably, after she wiped his mouth she licked her finger clean. Steven didn't see her do it but I had. What in the world was she doing? Well, Steven was like a child to her anyway, so no big deal I reassured myself.

After finishing my dinner I brought the plate back into the kitchen and sat it down on the table. Mom and Steven were over by the sink washing dishes. They didn't even know I was there as they talked and laughed. I had to hand it to Steven. It was only the first day and he'd gotten further than I thought he would. I still wasn't worried though. Flirting with my mom was one thing, but actually sleeping with her was a pipe dream.

About an hour later I heard mom telling Steven goodbye. She walked over to the couch and sat down beside me.

"That was a wonderful dinner." She said.

"Yeah, pretty good." I replied.

"I'd forgotten how much I enjoy it when you and Steven are over here. Since you two have gotten older, the sleepovers and spending every waking moment together have gotten a little rarer." She said.

"Well I think you'll be seeing more of Steven." I said sarcastically.

"Why is that?" Mom asked.

Not wanting to violate the terms of the bet I played dumb before getting up to go to bed. As I laid there I wondered just what in the hell Steven had planned for tomorrow. 

(Sunday)

The next morning I got out of bed only to relieve myself, after which, I had planned on more sleep. On my way back to the bed I looked out my second story window down into the back yard. I audibly groaned as I saw Steven following my mom around like a lost puppy. Sunday was the day mom would clean up around the house and mess around in her flower garden. Steven did his best to hide it but every time mom bent over his eyes were glued to her ass. 

Mom motioned for Steven to help her move a pretty large planter. Steven happily grabbed one side and they moved it about twenty feet. As they sat it down mom stumbled backwards and fell flat on her ass. They both laughed loud enough for me to hear through the closed window. Steven helped mom to her feet and started to brush some grass off of her back. In a particularly daring move I thought, he began to lightly brush the debris from her backside. To my surprise, mom didn't say a word as my friend's hand slid over her backside.

After moving another planter Steven did a stupid Hulk Hogan pose I guess as a way of telling mom he was strong. Mom squeezed his bicep before giving him a look as if to say "not bad." Steven couldn't resist showing off because he then lifted the front of his shirt and flexed his abs. Mom stared for a moment before going back to her work. I watched a few more minutes until I saw Steven leave through the side gate, but not before getting a big hug from my mom. The rest of the day went by uneventfully until about seven when I got a call from Steven.

"What's up loser?" I said.

"It ain't Friday yet buddy." He laughed.

"Soon enough, what is it you want exactly?" I asked.

"Nothing much man, just tell your mom that I said she looked hot last night at dinner." Steven said.

"No way man! I ain't helping you one bit. Just come to terms with losing." I replied.

"What's the matter? You scared that I might actually score with your mom?" He teased.

"Like hell, you ain't got a chance man and you know it." I said.

"Then it won't matter if you tell your mom what I said then." He said smugly.

I was sure he didn't have a chance so I finally relented to his demands. At least this way he couldn't say I did anything to sabotage him. After hanging up the phone I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge when I heard mom ask who I was talking to on the phone.

"Steven!" I shouted.

"You two aren't going to get into any trouble are you?" She asked.

"No mom." I said as I walked into the living room where mom was laying on the couch reading.

I debated saying anything further but I figured it'd be better to get my "chore" out of the way.

"He was just telling me about the next UFC event. And he wouldn't shut up about how pretty you looked at dinner last night." I said taking a drink from my bottle of water.

"He's so sweet." Mom said as she continued to read.

"He's just sucking up." I said.

"Well regardless, if dressing up keeps getting me compliments, I might make it a habit." She smiled.

Having fulfilled my duty I just nodded and went back up to my room. She didn't seem too overly excited to hear Steven's comment I thought. Man that extra money is gonna be kickass I thought.

(Monday)

Since it was summer I was in the habit of sleeping until noon. After stumbling around for a while I made my way downstairs. I was just about to take a big drink of orange juice when I heard the front door open. I heard mom's voice first as she was telling someone to come on in.

"Don't be silly, he's probably still in bed." She said.

I heard Steven's voice so I darted for the stairs before they could see me. I stealthily got as far down the stairs as I could without being seen. I just had to know what he was up to now. He and mom were sitting at opposite ends of the couch. It looked like they'd been running again. The T.V. was on but I could still make out what they were saying pretty well.

"Don't forget to pace yourself Steven." Mom said.

"I'm just trying to keep up Ms. Stacy. If exercising can get me looking half as good as you I'd be satisfied." He said.

I rolled my eyes as he continued to pepper little comments throughout the conversation. He was certainly persistent, I thought.

"Well just don't overdo it like I sometimes do. My leg is killing me right now." Mom said rubbing her thigh.

"I might be able to help you with that. I took a massage therapy class last summer at the health club." Steven said.

He wasn't actually lying either. He really did take the class, but only because there was a girl he liked also taking the class.

"Really? I don't know Steven. I'll be alright; I'm just a little sore." Mom said.

I was glad mom seemed to be reluctant to accept Steven's offer. But he was like a dog with a bone.

"Don't be silly, I don't mind at all, you need to take care of yourself." Steven said.

"I guess you're right. Where do you want me?" Mom asked.

Steven smiled and pointed to a spot on the floor. Mom got up and laid down next to the couch. Steven's eyes lit up as my mom stretched out before him. When mom went running she wore spandex shorts and a sports bra covered by a muscle shirt. Steven took a moment to stare at mom's body laid out in front of him but he didn't waste much time. He started with mom's shoulders, slowly massaging the tense muscles. Mom turned her head away from my direction, and with the T.V. going I couldn't hear what she was saying. Steven just smiled and worked his way down her back. Once he got to her lower back Steven used his elbow to apply pressure to mom's tense muscles. The pressure caused mom to lift her head and turn it toward me again. I was not surprised to see her smiling. Who doesn't like a massage? 

Steven looked at mom's ass for a few seconds and I wondered if he was going to be that daring. His common sense must've kicked in because he went to her calves next. He used both hands to cup mom's lower leg. Once he got to the bend of her leg he used his thumbs to massage the tight tendons before doing the same to mom's other leg. The son of a bitch looked around for a moment as if he was trying to decide something. Slowly he began to work his hands up above mom's knee. At first nothing seemed to be amiss, but as I continued to watch, his hands crept higher and higher. It was hard to tell from my vantage point but his hands had to be very high up my mom's leg. I was so intently watching Steven's hands that I'd forgotten about mom. I looked at her face and realized that the smile she had earlier was gone. Her eyes were clenched tight and her mouth was slightly open. Just as I was processing what was happening she raised her head and said something to Steven. I couldn't tell what it was but he smiled and then helped her up off the floor. They sat back down and continued watching T.V. After nothing happened for a while I went upstairs for about an hour. When I came back down Steven was gone. After what had happened I was curious as to what exactly mom was thinking. I had ten Benjamins riding on this bet after all.




The Bet



"I heard Steven's voice earlier, what's he up to?" I asked.

"Oh nothing...he went running with me, that's all." Mom said.

"Really? He's not much into running usually." I said.

"Well, it was nice to have company." Mom said.

For the rest of the day I replayed what I'd seen in my mind. After a while I came to the conclusion that I was overreacting a bit much. Nothing had really happened after all. I couldn't even see where his hands were exactly. There was no way in hell my mom was letting my friend feel her up. With my resolve strengthened I watched a movie before falling to sleep.

(Tuesday)

I spent the majority of the day playing Xbox until I got bored. As the hours went by I was starting to wonder if Steven was going to continue his little games with my mom. About five o' clock Mom left to go to the mall. I thought about following her just in case Steven met up with her somewhere but I decided against it. I didn't think Steven would be bold enough to hit on her in public. My guess seemed correct because it wasn't long before mom was walking back into the house with several bags. I did my good deed and helped her with her stuff. Before leaving her room I asked what was for dinner.

"Oh, Steven didn't call you?" Mom replied.

"Uh...nope." I said sarcastically.

"That's strange, because he told me he was going to call you and find out what you wanted to eat tonight. He's bringing dinner, isn't that nice?" Mom smiled.

"I guess, it better not be something gross." I said.

"Don't be silly, he likes the same things you do. Now get out of here while I change for dinner." Mom said.

"Change for what? It's just Steven coming over, not someone important." I said.

"Don't be hateful, besides, I like having someone to dress up for." Mom smiled.

"Whatever." I said as I left.

I should've known better than to think that bastard was going to take a break with only three days left in our bet. I sat on the couch for about forty-five minutes until I heard a knock at the door. I quickly jumped up and ran to open it.

"Well hi there douchebag." I joked.

"You're just scared that I'm gonna win ole' buddy." Steven smiled.

I rolled my eyes and led Steven into the kitchen where he sat down several bags. I have to admit I was kinda glad he'd brought Chinese food. I was fucking starving and the egg rolls were killer. After piling my plate high I walked into the living room and plopped down in my chair. Steven came in a few minutes later and sat on the couch. He knew mom always sat on the couch so I couldn't fault his strategy. A few minutes later Steven and I turned our heads to see mom coming down the stairs. I stopped chewing for a few minutes in awe of my mom coming down the stairs in a very short black dress. Steven's eyes followed her matching heels all the way up her legs and her tight ass. I almost couldn't believe that she would wear such a dress for dinner with me and Steven. 

"Well, what do you think?" Mom asked as she stepped off the last stair.

"I told you you'd look great in that dress." Steven smiled.

"Rich, Steven told me yesterday that he was at the mall and saw a dress that I would like and he was right. You have wonderful taste Steven." Mom smiled.

"It's a little much for dinner at home, don't you think?" I deadpanned. 

"Well, maybe it's just a tad short I suppose..." Mom said.

"Yeah right. Ms. Stacy you look smokin'." Steven said sucking up.

Mom smiled brightly and went into the kitchen. While she was fixing her plate I gave Steven a "go to hell" look. Moments later, mom came into the living room and sat down on the couch right next to Steven.

"You know I don't like it when you boys eat in the living room." Mom said.

"We'll be real careful mom." I said.

"I suppose...Steven what are you wearing? You smell wonderful." Mom said.

"Something I got for my birthday. Do you like it?" Steven asked lifting his head.

Mom leaned over and smelled Steven's neck just a little too long for my taste.

"Ummmmmmm" Mom smiled.

The next little while went by uneventfully as we ate, although I got tired of hearing mom giggle at all of Steven's stupid ass jokes. I finally got up to put my plate in the sink.

"Honey, would you mind?" Mom asked handing me her and Steven's plates.

I glared at Steven as he smiled and handed me his plate. After dropping the plates into the sink I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and went back into the living room. Just as I entered the door I saw mom standing by the T.V. looking through our DVD's. Steven looked back over the couch and gave me the "hit the bricks" sign. I flipped him off before telling mom that I was stuffed and was going to surf the net.

"Are you sure sweetie?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, I'm stuffed and I've seen all those plenty of times." I said before walking up stairs.

I waited about ten minutes before I snuck back down the stairs to spy on mom and Steven. The only problem was that I couldn't see anything with them sitting on the far end of the couch. I thought for a minute then I quietly snuck out the back door. I crept around the front of the house and got right underneath the window on the side of the living room. I couldn't hear anything they were saying but I had a bird's eye view.

Everything was pretty normal for about thirty minutes. Then Steven put his arm along the back of the couch. He left it there for a few minutes but I knew what he was doing. He slowly brought his arm down until it was around my mom's shoulders. I half expected her to do something but she leaned back against Steven's arm. Several more minutes passed then mom crossed her legs and turned her hips towards Steven. Surely she was just getting comfortable but it was pissing me off. Steven turned and said something to mom that caused her to smile. Shortly thereafter she reached down and slid her shoes off. As I watched she brought her legs up and laid them across Steven's lap.

"Son of a bitch..." I whispered.

As I fought of the mosquitoes, things seemed to stabilize a bit. Nothing else happened for quite a while and just as I was about to go inside that bastard put his hand on my mom's knee. I saw mom glance down at his hand.

"Tell that fucker off mom!" I thought.

To my dismay mom didn't say or do anything. This wasn't good for my chances I thought. I mean I still had faith that I would win the bet but an important barrier had been breached. There was no way I was leaving my perch until Steven was going home. Ten tense minutes passed until Steven leaned in and started to whisper to my mom. I couldn't hear what he was saying but mom just kind of continued to watch the movie. I tried to read his lips for a minute or two but eventually gave up. Almost forgetting about his hand I glanced down and almost shit. It was now halfway up mom's thigh, right where her dress ended. I couldn't tell for sure but he looked to be squeezing her leg. Just as my brain couldn't take anymore I saw the credits start to role on the T.V. 

"Thank god..." I said.

Mom got up off the couch and turned the T.V. off. She said something to Steven and he smiled before getting up off the couch. They both walked toward the front door. Just as I was about to bolt Steven hugged my mom tightly. There was nothing inappropriate about the hug until he let go. As mom turned to open the door Steven let his hand glide down over her ass. I don't know if mom knew what he did or not but she didn't say a damn word. Fearing I would be spotted I bolted around the side of the house and was back upstairs when I heard the front door close. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night. I was still sure I was going to win the bet but it wasn't as much of an ironclad lock as I'd thought.

(Wednesday)

When I awoke the next morning it wasn't surprising to find the house empty. Mom usually took her morning run on Wednesday and I was almost sure that Steven would be tagging along. I walked downstairs to fix a bowl of cereal. I took my time with breakfast then I sat on the couch for a while watching T.V. Eventually I got bored and started to play some video games. I lost track of the time and when I looked up at the clock I was shocked to see it was already one o'clock. Mom never took this long on her run so I decided to call her and see what was up.

"Hey sweetie. I guess you finally woke up." Mom said as she answered her cell phone.

"Yeah mom, I'm up. Where are you?" I asked.

"Oh, I got up this morning and Steven called to ask me if I needed anything because he was going into the city. I've been meaning to pick up a bunch of little things for the house so I thought we'd make a day out of it." Mom said cheerfully.

"Oooooook. When are you gonna be back. I'm getting hungry." I said.

"I don't know, I'm having such a good time shopping it might be late. There are leftovers in the fridge. Don't make a mess and I'll see you tonight." Mom said before hanging up her phone.

That son of a bitch planned this one really well I thought. He's got my mom all alone for the whole day. He knew I was going to sleep late like always and he took advantage of my bored mother. Part of me laughed because it was such a good move on his part. The other part, however, was not too happy about them being where I couldn't spy on their activities. Eventually I came to the realization that there was nothing I could do about it now, so I might as well just relax. Besides, they're out in public, and my mom's not gonna do anything with Steven anyway I thought.

Later that night around seven, I heard mom's car pull up in the driveway. I peeked out the corner of the living room window to see what mom and Steven were doing. They were sitting in the car talking about something. Mom was smiling a lot and Steven was making a lot of gestures with his hands. They stayed in the car for about ten minutes while I watched. Nothing out of the ordinary went down so I was relieved. 

Finally they got out of the car and Steven helped carry a bag up to the front steps. I quietly moved to the peep hole to continue my spying. They just stood there talking for another five minutes or so and I wondered what in the hell they could be talking about for so long. I mean, how much could they have in common? Maybe Steven was just waiting around to see if he could get another hug or something I thought. Sure enough, just as I thought about it Steven leaned in and gave mom a tight hug. Mom's back was toward the door so I could see Steven's hands sliding up and down her back. Eventually Steven's hands came to rest on mom's hips and their embrace ended. They were still very close to each other just kinda looking at each other. Mom stood on her toes and craned her neck like she was going to kiss Steven and I almost had a heart attack.

"Oh shit..." I said quietly.

Thankfully at the last second she kissed him on the cheek. I let out a sigh of relief as my heart slowed back to normal. I saw her turn for the door so I bolted up the stairs to my room. She came upstairs later and told me what a wonderful time she had with Steven. You can guess how much I wanted to hear that. Just when I thought she was done singing that bastards praises she told me that they'd made plans for tomorrow. 

"Steven invited us over to his parent's house tomorrow night. His mom and dad are out of town for the week. Did you know they got a pool put in a couple months ago?" Mom asked.

"Yes mom, are you sure you want to go over there and hang out with me and Steven?" I asked doing my best to make her reconsider without violating the terms of the bet.

"I don't have anything else to do. Why? Are you embarrassed about seeing your old mom in her swimsuit?" She smiled.

"Nah mom, you know you still look good. I was just trying to save you from some boredom." I said.

Now I knew why Steven had invited us over. He knew he could get my mom to wear a bathing suit if he threw a pool party. At least I'd be tagging along though. I told mom good night and shortly after that I was in dream land.

(Thursday)

As I rolled out of bed I couldn't help but wonder how my chances of winning the bet were holding up. I mean, nothing had happened that was catastrophic, but Steven was definitely making headway. I reassured myself that I only had to make it through tonight and tomorrow. After a quick morning shower I walked downstairs to fix something to eat. As I dug through the cabinets I heard mom humming in the living room. I peek around the corner and saw her dusting various items. She seemed exceptionally happy and I was glad to see it.

"Morning Rip Van Winkle." Mom said as she turned around.

"Good morning mom." I said.

I walked back into the kitchen and put some pop tarts into the toaster. Eventually mom made her way into the kitchen and started dusting the top of the fridge before moving on to the counters. I sat there silently stuffing my face.

"Don't forget that today we're going over to Steven's. He said he'd get something to put on the grill. It sounds like lots of fun huh?" Mom said.

"Yeah...I can't wait..." I replied.

"Do you have any swimming trunks or do we need to get you some?" Mom asked.

"I've still got some that fit I think." I said.

"I'm just glad to have an excuse to wear my new swimsuit." Mom said.

"That's nice." I said digging some crud from the corner of my eye.

"I must've tried on ten different ones before I found one that I liked. It would've taken longer if Steven hadn't been there to help me decide." Mom said as she continued to dust.

I froze for a second upon hearing what mom said. 

"What?" I asked.

"Yesterday while we were in town Steven told me about the new pool. After he invited us over I stopped by the mall to pick out a new suit. The one I have is ancient. I couldn't decide which one to buy so Steven told me he'd help out." Mom said.

"Uh huh..." I said.

"I felt sorry for him having to watch me come out in so many different swimsuits. It took about an hour." Mom smiled.

I couldn't take listening to much more of Mom and Steven's adventures so I excused myself and went back to my room. After a while I smiled to myself knowing that Steven, although persistent, was running out of time. All I had to do was keep an eye on mom tonight and after midnight tomorrow I'd be stuffing my wallet with Steven's money.

I lazed around the house for a few hours until about five o'clock. Mom knocked on my door and told me to get ready because we would be leaving in a few minutes. I got into my trunks and grabbed a beach towel from my closet before walking down stairs. 

"Don't forget the sun tan lotion!" I shouted to my mom.

Moments later mom came down the stairs in some blue jean shorts and an oversized t-shirt. I could slightly see the outline of her swimsuit top underneath. I figured she didn't want to walk the short distance to Steven's house in nothing but a swimsuit. We left the house and walked the hundred yards or so to Steven's house. When we got there I knocked on the front door and seconds later it opened.

"Come on in." Steven said.

Mom and I walked into the house and sat our stuff down on the kitchen table.

"Grab a drink; I'm out on the patio. I just started the food." Steven said.

We walked out the back door and I have to admit Steven's parents had a pretty nice setup. I hadn't been over since they had their backyard redone. Not only did they have a really nice pool with a diving board, but off to side of the pool was a gazebo with what looked like a hot tub.

"Is that a hot tub?" Mom asked.

"Ha! Yeah, my mom told dad that the only way he was getting a pool was if she got a hot tub to soak in." Steven said.

It was hot as hell out so I took off and made a dash towards the diving board. I dove in and spent the next half hour or so enjoying myself. Mom sat on a lawn chair for a little while talking to Steven as he cooked the food. After my next dive I noticed mom had gotten up and moved her chair closer to the pool. I looked at Steven but he was staring at my mom. I realized why when she pulled her t-shirt over her head. The bathing suit she's picked out was neon green with a blue boarder. It wasn't inappropriate or anything but it did expose a great deal of the sides of her breasts. Steven wasn't worried about the food at all. A few seconds later mom pulled her shorts down and laid them to the side of her chair. The bottoms matched the top and I was relieved that she hadn't picked out anything with a thong or something. The bottoms were held together on the sides by two strings tied in a simple knot. 

"Well?" Mom said glancing in my directions.

"You look great mom." I said.

"Smokin." Steven said.

"You boys are too sweet." Mom said before lying down on the lawn chair.

I glanced at Steven and he just gave me some stupid smirk. Eventually Steven jumped into the pool and before long we were doing different tricks off the diving board. Like all guys we were always very competitive with each other. If one of us did a trick the other had to one up him. In between tending to the food Steven did a reverse flip off the diving board. So I of course did the same trick but with a running start. 

"You two better be careful." Mom said as she lay in the sun.

Steven knew he had to do something more daring than my trick so he was gonna do a dive with a half twist done at the top of his jump. I've seen him do the trick a couple times and it is impressive. It looks like something you'd see during the Olympics. This time however, things didn't go as well as he'd planned. He misjudged his distance and when he came down his foot hit the diving board. When he surfaced you could see on his face that he was hurt but he did his best to look macho.

"Are you alright?!" Mom asked as she jumped up off the lawn chair.

"Yeah...I'm fine..." Steven winced. 

"Rich, get the food off the grill before it burns." Mom said.

I got out of the pool and went over to the grill. As I took the food off I saw mom helping Steven out of the pool. Mom put Steven's arm around her shoulder and helped him into the house. I brought the stuff inside and sat down at the table.

"It's alright, nothing's broken. Just a little sore." Steven said.

"I told you to be careful." Mom said.

"He's fine mom, I'm starving, let's eat." I said.

Mom fixed us some plates of barbecue and we all sat there eating for a while. We were having a really good time and for a while I forgot all about the stupid bet. After I finished gorging myself I grabbed a bottle of water and walked back outside. Mom came out with a wine cooler that I guessed she'd found in the fridge.

"I'm not leaving until I try out that hot tub." Mom smiled.

"Go right ahead." I said.

I watched as mom got into the hot tub and pressed the on button. She giggled as the jets of water turned the tub into a torrent of hot bubbly water. I stared for a while as I sipped my water. It was a beautiful day and I thought about getting back into the pool.

"I think I'm gonna join your mom." Steven said interrupting my thoughts.

"Uh huh....be my guest. Just remember that tomorrow you're gonna owe me a bit of cash." I smiled.

"Just make yourself scarce so I can work my magic." Steven said.

"I'll stay in pool, don't worry though, I'll let you make some of your money back cleaning my room and shit." I said slapping Steven on his shoulder.

Steven laughed and limped over to the hot tub. The noise from the hot tub made it impossible to hear what mom and Steven were saying. As I paddled around the pool I noticed that Steven would inch closer and closer to my mom. For the first thirty minutes or so I didn't see any reason to do anything at all. After all, they were just talking. Moments later I saw mom laughing and it looked like she was telling Steven to quit it. I couldn't see were his hands were under the water so I assumed he was tickling mom's feet or something. I let the fun and games continue for a few minutes before I decided to put a little damper on Steven's plans. I crawled out of the pool and went over to the diving board. 




The Bet



"Hey mom! Look!" I said as I barreled off the end of the board.

When I surfaced I heard mom telling me to be careful. My plan had worked though because her attention wasn't on Steven any more, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by my friend. He was glaring at me but I just smiled at continued to swim. For the next hour or so any time that Steven made any advances towards my mom I would do something to get her attention. I even faked cramps once. Eventually my game plan was foiled though. Steven got out of the hot tub to get my mom another wine cooler. On his way to the house he leaned over the side of the pool.

"Cut the shit man. You're breaking the rules. Tell her you're going home or the bet's off." he said.

Now I knew I was probably bending the rules just a bit so I wasn't mad for him wanting me to leave. Besides, there was no way I was going to let him pull out of the bet after all this time. I told mom I was feeling tired and was gonna go home. She said she wouldn't be much longer so I grabbed my towel and pretended to leave. About five minutes after I left I walked back into Steven's house and took up a spying position at the window above the kitchen sink. With the blinds drawn almost shut I could see them but they couldn't see me.

Steven and mom sat in the hot tub for a while laughing and splashing water at each other. As they were fooling around Steven made his move and slid right up beside my mom. She didn't seem to mind even when Steven put his arm around her shoulder. They talked for a few more minutes then I saw Steven take his arm from around my mom's neck and it disappeared from view as it sank under the water. I couldn't hear what they were saying but mom appeared to be in mid sentence when her eyes widened. Steven just looked straight forward. Slowly mom started talking again and everything appeared to go back to normal. Mom laid her head back against the back of the hot tub and slowly her eyes closed. I waited anxiously as I watched for any sign that Steven was making any headway. They both sat in the hot tub motionless for a while and I was just beginning to relax when I looked back to my mom's face. Neither she nor Steven had moved an inch but her mouth was now halfway open. With her head leaned back and her eyes closed it looked like...well. I'm not going to say what it looked like. I started to panic not knowing if Steven was doing something to her under the water. 

"Calm down, it could just be the water jets making her do that." I told myself.

I continued to watch for another ten minutes or so hoping that I wasn't seeing my chances of winning the bet unravel in front of me. I kept staring at mom's face trying to see if anything changed. Just a few seconds later I saw mom stand up in the hot tub. I prayed that Steven had gone too far and that she would tell him off or something but nothing happened. Mom got out of the hot tub and walked back to her lawn chair were she laid down on her stomach.

Steven got out of the hot tub and brought another lawn chair over right beside moms. I was just glad that now I could see what was going on without the water there to hide Steven's actions. Mom laid there for a few minutes with Steven sitting beside her talking. Everything calmed down for a bit then Steven picked up a bottle of sun tan lotion and appeared to ask if he could rub some on my mom's back. Mom raised her head and nodded her approval. Steven rubbed some lotion on her shoulders and upper back. He was quite brave as he applied lotion to mom's lower back and sides. He came very close quite a few times to the exposed sides of mom's breasts. I could see them pretty well even from the window so I knew Steven was getting an eyeful. Steven kept rubbing mom's back and shoulders for so long that I knew damn well that the lotion was thoroughly applied. He was more massaging her than rubbing the lotion in. As I looked on I saw Steven use one hand to quickly untie the back of mom's bikini top. He did it so fast and while one hand was still rubbing that I don't think mom realized what had happened until it was already done. Steven didn't give mom any chance to say anything either as he continued to massage her back. The sides of mom's breasts were fully exposed now and I was fuming as Steven stared at my mom's exposed flesh. 

Steven continued to massage my mom's back slowly working his way down. Once he reached the small of her back he wrapped his hands around her waist and started to slide his hands up slowly. I knew that if he kept going his hands were going to touch the sides of mom's breasts. Mom's arms were raised with her head lying to the side resting on her forearms. I watched in slow motion as Steven's hands slowly glided up mom's side. My mouth opened as Steven's fingers glided across the sides of mom's naked tits.

"C'mon mom....don't let him..." I said quietly.

To my dismay mom didn't move a muscle, even when Steven's hands moved back down and once again his fingers slid over her breasts. He repeated those movements for a little while. I think he was testing the waters because he seemed to go lower every time. Slowly but surely his hands kept going lower until eventually his hands were sliding over mom's hips with his thumbs clearly gliding over her butt. He kept up his massage until his hands were sliding down mom's thighs. I wanted so much for mom to say something or do something to stop him. 

"What the fuck mom?" I said.

Steven looked to be having the best time of his life. He was grinning broadly as his hands caressed my mom's skin in places I thought he would never even get close to. Steven took a second to put some more lotion on his hands before rubbing back up mom's thighs until he got to her ass. I guess he thought he was irresistible because he untied one side of mom's bikini bottoms. I was about to shit when I saw mom's hands quickly retie the knot. Steven stopped in his tracks as mom retied her top as well. I breathed a sigh of relief that the torture session was over. 

Mom sat up in her chair and took a big drink of her wine cooler. She talked to Steven for a while. I thought she might tell him off but they both smiled the whole time. A few minutes later mom got up and got into the pool. She swam a bit before Steven got in as well. I watched as they swam and was beginning to think maybe I could go home. Steven splashed mom with a big wave of water which caused mom to return the favor. Before I knew it they were almost wrestling in the pool. Steven dove under water and mom turned in circles looking for him. She was laughing loud enough for me to hear her in the house. I also heard her scream when Steven came up underneath her and tossed her. They horse played like that for a little while until mom appeared to get tired. She swam to the side of the pool and rested her head and arms on the edge of the pool. Steven swam right up behind her and rested his head on her shoulder. His hands were under the water again so I didn't know what was going on. They stayed like that for a few minutes then mom got out of the pool and dried off. As she was drying her hair out Steven got out of the pool and I cursed out loud. Even from the window I could see that he was hard as a rock. He stood beside mom with the front of his trunks bulging out while he dried off as well. Mom didn't blatantly look but there was no way she wasn't aware of it. She wrapped her hair in the towel and put back on her shorts and t-shirt. Just when I was about to bolt I saw Steven walk up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist. I couldn't tell exactly how close he was but I hoped mom wasn't letting him touch her with his erection. Mom turned her head and kissed Steven on the cheek before heading towards the house. I ran like the wind back home and was upstairs before mom got to our front door. Later she came up and asked if I had fun. I pretended that I had and told her I was gonna hit the sack. She said she was going to do the same after a quick shower. 

Just before I turned the light off in my room the phone rang and I saw that it was Stephen on the caller I.D. 

"One more day and you owe me big man." I said immediately.

"That's all I'll need. Did you see earlier? I had your mom eating out of my hand." Steven said arrogantly.

"Whatever man. Hugs and massages aren't what we were betting on. You got a long way to go." I replied.

"It's cool man. Look, tomorrow night around seven, I need you to tell your mom that you're going to a party or something. I'll wait a while then go over and seal the deal." Steven said.

"Uh huh..." I said. 

I wasn't sure about leaving them alone but I knew that I had to do what Steven said. It was his last chance and I knew I could just sneak back later and spy on them anyway.

"Cool, just remember that you better have proof or it's gonna be time to pay up sucka." I laughed.

"I got a new cell phone just for tomorrow..." Steven said before hanging up.

I laid in bed for a while thinking about what happened today. Steven had taken some liberties and gotten away with them but so what. He either had to have sex with my mom by tomorrow night or I was gonna be a thousand bucks richer.

(Friday)

The next day I woke up pretty early. I knew that today was the last day of the bet and I could almost smell the money that would soon be mine. I walked downstairs and told mom that later tonight I was going to a party. She told me to be careful and to not drink any alcohol. I reassured her I wouldn't before playing some video games for a few hours. About six, I got up off the couch and went to take a shower. After I got some clothes on I walked downstairs to tell mom I was going out for the evening.

"I'm gonna go ahead and go to the party. A couple guys from school I know got a band to play and everything." I lied.

"Alright, just be careful and don't come back too late, ok?" Mom said.

I got into mom's car and drove off down the road. I circled the block a few times then I parked down the street a bit before turning off the engine and the headlights. It didn't take long before I saw Stephen walking up the sidewalk towards the house. Stephen knocked on the front door and moments later I saw mom let him in. I snuck up to the house and peered in through the window. They weren't in the living room so I went around to the back of the house. The window right above the kitchen sink was open a few inches and as I got closer I could hear them talking.

"Why didn't you go to the party with Rich?" Mom asked.

"He was supposed to meet some girl there and I didn't want to be the third wheel. He would've done the same for me." Steven said.

Mom and Steven talked for a while longer before going into the living room. I made my way back around the front of the house. Without any open windows I couldn't hear anything that was said but I had a good view. 

Steven sat down on the couch followed by mom. She'd apparently been having a little wine tonight because there was an empty glass on the coffee table. They both got comfortable and watched T.V. for a while. After about thirty minutes I saw Steven stand up and motion to the kitchen. Mom nodded and Steven grabbed her wine glass before walking out of the living room. While I waited on Steven to come back I looked at mom sitting on the couch. She was wearing a simple light blue dress. She must've expected to spend the night alone because her hair was down and she didn't appear to have any makeup on. My thoughts were interrupted by Steven coming back into the living room. 

"Damn, you think that's enough?" I thought to myself as I saw mom's wine glass filled to the rim.

Mom didn't take her eyes off the T.V. as she brought the glass to her lips and took a big gulp. Things went on uneventfully for a long while after that. It was so boring that I was starting to nod off as I kneeled in the grass. A while later I glanced at mom's glass and realized that she'd drank the whole thing. A few seconds later I noticed that Steven had put his arm around my mom's shoulders. That must've been his favorite way of breaking the ice because it wasn't the first time I'd seen him do it. After nothing happened for a little while I sat down to give my legs a brief rest. I checked my watch and was relieved that it was almost eleven. 

"Just a little while longer and I'll win this fucking thing." I thought.

After my legs felt less like jello I stood up again. The sight that greeted me was enough to cause some concern. Mom had her legs up on top of Steven's as she watched television. I watched intently as Steven brought his hand up and sat it on my mom's knee. I bit my lip nervously as mom remained unfazed by Steven's actions. Mom glanced over at Steven and I thought she might say something but she simply smiled. The next thing Steven did caused me to stop breathing for a moment. As I watched Steven slid his hand up under mom's dress. My heart started to accelerate. As she watched T.V. mom used one hand to take another drink of wine as the other pulled Steven's hand out from under her dress. Steven was undeterred though because soon his hand was back on mom's knee. He kept his hand there for a while before leaning over and lightly kissing mom on the shoulder. My mom just took another big sip of wine. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Steven's hand slip under mom's dress but not too far. It appeared that he was testing the waters again. Mom sat there unfazed for a bit, that was enough for Steven I suppose. Slowly is hand started to move upward.

"I know he's not gonna..." I said as Steven's hand slid even further under mom's dress.

Mom's mouth opened slightly and she leaned her head back against the couch. I couldn't tell exactly where Steven's hand was but I could guess. I couldn't quite believe that she was sitting there with Steven's hand god knows where under her dress. Steven leaned over and I thought he was going to whisper something else to her but he began to kiss my mom's neck lightly. His hand was moving a lot under mom's dress but from my vantage point I couldn't tell what was going on so I made my way to the window right behind the T.V. As I slowly peeked in my mouth fell open.

"Oh shit..." I thought.

From this spot I could see exactly what Steven's hand was doing. Mom's dress was pulled up pretty far and I could see his hand rubbing the front of her panties. I started to breathe really hard at this point. Mom was wearing some tiny white panties and Steven's hand was cupping her pussy. I looked up at her face just in time to see Steven kiss her deeply. Mom put her hands on Steven's chest as if to push him away but she made no real effort. Eventually mom's hand grabbed the back of his head and they made out like teenagers. I watched as Steven's hand pushed mom's panties to the side a bit and for the first time I saw her pussy. The tiny landing strip caught my eye and even I had to admit it was sexy.

"C'mon mom...don't do this..." I pleaded.

Steven rubbed up and down mom's slit until he finally inserted his middle finger into her depths. I watched her face contort as my best friend finger fucked my mom. My mom squirmed and wiggled on the couch as Steven kept up his assault. I don't know how long that went on but eventually she clinched her eyes shut and grabbed Steven's wrist with her hand. I couldn't believe what was happening as I watched my own mother cum on my friend's fingers.

"It's ok...he hasn't had sex with her....just fingered her." I said to myself.

After a few minutes mom let go of Steven's hand and he kissed her again. Their mouths were open wide so I knew there was definitely tongue involved. Steven stood up quickly and took his shirt off. Mom laid there with a blank look as Steven pulled his pants and underwear off in one long motion. I couldn't believe that I was looking at my best friend naked standing in front of my mother. I couldn't help but notice that Steven was pretty big. I measured myself one time and was happy with my seven inch cock but Steven looked to be even bigger. Mom just sort of sat there staring, she didn't look like she was sure what to do next. Steven took her hand and placed it on his cock. Mom slowly started to stroke up and down as Steven leaned his head back in pleasure. Mom had one hand on Steven's cock while the other was over her mouth. It was like she couldn't believe what she was doing either. After a while Steven put his hand on the back of my mom's head and pulled her towards his cock. My mom shook her head and braced her hands on Steven's hips. Maybe there was hope after all I thought. Steven was undeterred though. He brought mom's hand back to his cock. Mom was looking up at my best friend as she stroked his hard cock. Steven leaned down and kissed her again. They kissed for a long time with mom's hand sliding up and down Steven's cock all the while. After the kiss Steven stood up and again slowly pulled her head towards his cock. The kiss must've weakened her resolve because the time mom opened her mouth and sucked about three inches of Steven's hard cock into her mouth. Steven let out a moan I could hear through the closed window. Slowly but steadily Steven began rocking his hips as he held mom's head with both hands. Eventually he was face fucking my mother right in front of me. Mom's pink lips slid up and down Steven's glistening cock and before long she was taking almost the whole thing down her throat.

"Jesus Christ..." I said as mom gave Steven the best blow job he'd ever had.

Finally Steven pulled his cock from mom's mouth and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her briefly before turning her around. Steven got on his knees and unzipped mom's dress slowly. Afterwards mom pulled the dress down and I saw Steven take his cell phone out of his pants and put it on the coffee table. I knew that he was filming what was happening but there was nothing I could do about it. After putting his phone on the table Steven turned his attention back to my mom. He slowly pulled her panties down her long legs. He head was even with mom's ass as he grabbed her rear tightly. He squeezed mom's ass tightly before slapping her ass lightly. Steven remained on his knees as he guided mom and onto the couch. Mom was wide eyed as Steven spread her legs and brought his head down to her pussy. Her head shot back against the couch and she grabbed Steven's head with both hands. I watched the back of Steven's head for about twenty minutes as he ate my mom's pussy. He must've knew what he was doing because mom sure liked it. I could hear her moan from outside. Her eyes were closed most of the time and once in a while her tongue would trace her upper lip. Before long, as I watched wide eyed, mom's legs clamped tight around Steven's head and she came again. After convulsing for close to a minute, mom's legs eventually fell apart limply. Steven eventually got up and they kissed again for a long while. My friend then stood up and pulled mom to her feet. Then he sat back down on the couch with his cock pointing straight at the ceiling. I watched as my mom ran her fingers through her hair before straddling Steven. I could hear her moan loudly as she lowered herself down onto his cock. My mouth fell open as inch after inch of my friend's cock disappeared into my mom's pink pussy. Mom sat still for a moment before she started to ride Steven's cock. I watched intently as her wet pussy slid up and down Steven's hard cock. His hands were all over mom's tits but I couldn't see them with her back to me. That was soon remedied though as mom got up and turned around. She grabbed Steven's cock and guided it back into her pussy and she bounced up and down on his cock. Steven brought his hands around to mom's tits and squeezed them tightly. 

"Oh shit..." I thought as I noticed that my own cock was rock hard. By this time I had lost all track of time.

Mom's head was leaned back as Steven fucked her hard. His hands left mom's tits as he grabbed her hips and began to thrust upward as hard as he could. Even with the window closed I could hear mom moaning. Steven fucked her hard and fast for another five minutes or so before he slammed her down on his cock as hard as he could. Mom was grabbing her tits with her head back as Steven came inside her pussy. I could see his balls convulsing as he emptied his cum into my mother. Mom ran her fingers over her tits as she sat on Steven's lap. She leaned back against him and kissed him again. As I watched, Steven's limp cock slipped from my mom's pussy followed by a large amount of cum. I fell backward into the grass breathing heavily as I processed what I'd just seen. I almost forgot about the bet when I looked at my watch.




The Bet



"FUCK YEAH!!!" I said as I noticed the time.

It was one thirty in the morning. I had technically won the bet. However, I'd just witnessed my mom getting her brains fucked out by my best friend. I didn't quite know what to think. I peeked back in the window to see mom still sitting on Steven's lap. They smiled at each other before mom slid off of my friend. Steven said something and I watched as my mom brought her head down to Steven's limp cock and sucked it into her mouth. Steven smiled as my mom sucked his cock back to life. It didn't take long before he was rock hard again. Mom pulled Steven's cock from her mouth and jerked it rapidly as she licked his balls. Mom sucked Steven's cock back into her greedy mouth as her hand found her pussy. Every minute or so I would notice Steven's eyes opening long enough to glance down at his phone. No doubt making sure that he was in the right spot. After a few minutes mom pulled Steven's glistening cock from her mouth long enough to say something. Steven said something back before pushing mom's head back down onto his cock. Shortly thereafter I heard Steven groan and mom's cheeks began to balloon. I'll give credit where credit is due, mom kept Steven's spurting cock in her mouth the whole time, swallowing only when Steven had stopped convulsing. Time stood still for me as my brain tried to process what'd happened. When I came to, mom was pulling her dress back up and Steven was stuffing his cell phone back into his pants. They both didn't say a word as they dressed. I waited a while before going back to the car and calling him.

"Well man, how'd it go?" I asked.

"Man...I fucked your mom! I got proof and everything." Steven said excitedly.

Later that night on the front porch Steven showed me the video not knowing that I'd watched the whole thing unfold.

"Well, that's proof alright." I said.

"Man I still can't believe it." Steven said.

"Well I guess there's still the thousand bucks you owe me." I smiled.

"What the fuck ever man, you saw it with your own eyes. I fucked you mom, she came like three times." Steven said.

"Check the time on the video dumbass." I said.

Steven checked back to the video and after a few minutes he said "motherfucker."

He could clearly see that it was after midnight before he actually fucked my mom. He quietly relented and dug the money out of his wallet before handing it to me. I took the money and made my way back into the house. I walked in the front door and saw mom sitting on the couch. She was reading a book as I passed by.

"Did you have a good time?" Mom asked.

"Sure did, how about you?" I asked.

"Um..yeah...same old same old." Mom said.

So here I am sitting in my room after watching my mom get fucked by my best friend. I'm not angry or anything like that. I won the money after all. I don't hold anything against Steven, he'd liked my mom for a long time and we're best buddies. Mom didn't seem to be upset or anything and there's no telling how long it's been since she'd been laid. I leaned back onto my pillow and smiled. What a crazy fucking week it'd been. Well one thing's for sure, next week I'm gonna go shopping with this extra spending money. I earned it.



The Bet



My name is Cole Bryant and the story I'm about to recount for you is my first three way.

I was in the family room of a good friend of mine named Tyson. We were playing Rock band on his playstation 3 and having an all around good time. When the conversation turned to sex, as it most often did. One of the avatars on our band was a rock chick; Tyson and I were making nasty jokes about how if we were a real band how we would be fucking any and all female band mates rotten. Tyson said I would be to afraid to have a three way with a girl and another guy, said I was all talk and no action. 

"Wanna bet?" I said getting a little angry; to tell you the truth I'm surprised I'm not dead with how quickly I jump into situations with out thinking. 

"Sure!" he replied. "What's the wager?" 

"I don't know how about a flat of beer, winners choice." 

"Fine but how are you going to prove you did the deed?" Tyson asked, now really getting into the bet. I thought about it for a moment then it hit me, my closet doors have slats that a person can see out but it's next to impossible to see into the closet. Provided he was very quite it should prove to be a good viewing spot. I told this to Tyson and he gave a laugh. "You really want to go through with this?" he asked mockingly. 

"Fuck ya I'm secure in my sexuality, in fact the only problem I see is finding the couple!" I said confidently. 

"No problem!" Tyson said with a wave of his hand. "I've got the perfect couple in mind!" 

"Is she good looking and disease free?" I asked not believing my friend. After all it's not like couples normally make it common knowledge that they're looking for a third person to bring to bed. "Who?"

"My aunt Sara and her husband James! They're always going on about how they swing and like three ways and shit like that. You've met them she's a fox!" 

"Are you sure it wasn't just talk?" although it was true she was very good looking in fact I had masturbated thinking of her a few times, I still didn't believe that he could deliver. 

"Tell you what! If I can't at least get them to talk to you about it I'll buy you the beer of your choice!" 

"You're that sure they'll go for it?" I asked amazed at his confidence. 

"Yes I'm sure! But I'm even more sure that when they say yes you'll back out like the pussy I know you are!" he laughed. I told him he was on. Then we went back to the rock band. 

It was a week later when I got a call from Tyson telling me to meet him at local coffee shop. I met him at the specified time, I sat down and ordered a coffee. 

"Ok they want to talk to you about it!" Tyson recalled the conversation he had with them, and how they were excited at the thought of it. He told me that Sara remembered me to be a good-looking guy and a nice guy! Then he said it. "But we have a problem! They want it to be at a hotel or they're house they won't do this at your apartment!" he continued. I had mixed feelings about this, but I looked disappointed. Then Tyson went on "But I figure since I'm already in the loop this much I think they'll tell me that you chickened out. Or if by some miracle that you do go through with it that I will find that out to." We sat and talked a little more, Tyson filling me in on some important dos and don'ts with regards to Sara and James. Most notably never call her degrading names even if you hear him do it. I nodded, never asking how he knew this about his aunt. I sure as shit didn't know this much about my relatives. 

After about half an hour we saw a couple walk in to the café, it was his aunt and uncle. Sara was a short bubbly blonde with big fake tits and a skinny ass. She was very thin almost to the point of looking unhealthy, I knew that she treasured her thinness like most women but she could certainly stand to gain a few pounds. Still she was very good looking with her full lips and cute button nose. Imagine Meg Ryan with wonderfully large tits. She was wearing a long gray skirt and a black sweater with a turtleneck. As well she had on a pair of high-heeled black leather boots. She was in my opinion wearing too much make up but she wore it well. All in all for a woman pushing forty she was very hot. She gave Tyson a smile and came and gave him a hug. James was a bit taller and little on the chunky side not to fat just a little big. He was balding but it didn't look too bad on him. He wore a polo shirt and a pair of jeans and sandals. He shook both our hands and the two ordered coffee's. 

At this point I was starting to get nervous. This was farther then I thought it would get. Sara kept looking at me and smiling a few times I felt her foot caress my calf. The conversation went smooth and we all got along well enough. James was a very funny and a genuinely friendly guy; I could see why Sara liked him. That and I heard he was very well off and not to cast to dark a cloud on Sara but as Tyson put it she was as materialistic as one could be. Finally we made plans to meet for dinner at the Sparks steak house and then we would go to the hotel from there. Then we said a dues and everyone went their own way. 

Back at my apartment I was freaking out thinking I should just back out now before it gets to far. My mind was flooding with thoughts, like what if he has a monster cock. Or I can't get it up or maybe she likes it a certain way and doesn't like the way I do things. 'Pull it together man!' I told myself. 'You're going to do this and you're going to win that beer'. Beside I thought I'm an uber jock in peak physical condition I have a six pack and girls are always satisfied when I'm done, you'll be fine. I reassured myself

On the night of the event I wore a blue suit with a white shirt and a yellow tie I had gotten my hair cut and was as clean as a whistle. I even spent extra long cleaning my ass just in case she was into that sort of thing. I got to the restaurant early and had already had four drinks by the time they got there.

"Hope you weren't waiting long?" James asked as he and Sara sat down. He was wearing a sport coat and blue jeans with a mock turtleneck shirt. Sara was in a tight navy strapless less dress that was very short and showed off her ample cleavage. I could tell she was wearing a garter belt and thong panties. To my pleasure she wasn't wearing too much make up. The dinner was nice and the conversation flowed well. During dinner I polished off four more vodka presses, or vodka and water. I was a little ashamed when James grabbed the bill and saw my drinks cost more then the meals. He smiled and said not to worry and that he was nervous his first time. We hailed a cab and went right to the hotel while on route they explained some rules. One no calling Sara names, two no violence towards anyone, and three if anyone at anytime says stop then we all stop. "Agreed?" Sara asked I agreed and started to feel a lot better.

Sara began to caress my in inner thigh as well as James's. James already had his hand in between her legs and was as I could tell really working her pussy. Sara leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss sliding her pierced tongue into my mouth; this was an added bonus, as I love pierced tongues and nipples. It's not to often you find women over thirty with tongue piercing. James was now kissing her neck and shoulder. The cabby almost got into three accidents as he was paying more attention to us then the road. I felt Sara's hand on my crotch and through my slacks she began to massage my hard cock. 

"My god you have a big cock!" I smiled at this. As did James witch was a little unsettling. We pulled up to the hotel and James paid the driver we walked in and James checked us in. once in the elevator James unzipped his fly and pulled out his semi hard cock. Which Sara began to stroke it. As I was feeling no pain now, I pulled her dress down enough to expose her big tits; she was wearing a strapless bra that was cut just below her nipples. I leaned over and took one of the hard red nubs into my mouth and began to lightly bite and suck on it when the door opened we were at our floor and to our shock were standing three young women they looked like they were in their early twenties. Were wearing matching tracksuits.

"Like get a room. Pervs!" one of the girls said.

"Like go fuck you self!" I replied with out thinking. Sara gave a laugh and we walked by them to our room. Sara never pulled her top up and never took her hand off James cock. 

We closed the door behind us and James and I continued out assault on Sara's body. I helped her out of her dress asking that she leave the rest on including her stiletto shoes. I got undressed, as fast as I could and once done I was very proud to notice that I was much longer and thinker then James. That coupled with the fact that I was young and buff helped my ego. When James was naked we went to the bed.

Sara instructed us to lie down, which we did. Then crawling up on the bed proceeded to take turns sucking our cocks. Sara had a very talented mouth and had no trouble deep throating my cock, something none of my other partners could do. Up and down her hot mouth went and when she wasn't sucking my cock she was jerking it off with expert form. I watched as she was giving James his turn she would concentrate on the head swirling her tongue around it flicking the tip of her wet tongue on his pee hole, and she would just hold it steady with her hand and not jerk it off. When she was on mine she was much more animated first she would deep throat me then she would suck the head for a bit then back dawn she would go. The whole time she would make loud moaning sounds

After a bit she started to work our balls first James then me. That's how it went always James first. I can certainly understand that. Sara was an expert in my opinion at sucking balls. But what I found most enjoyable was her tongue stud, it felt great on my balls, she had the ability to swab my entire sack with out saliva dripping off of it. 

Then she got us onto all fours and was now stroking our hard members much like you would milk a cow, her strokes were slow and deliberate every once in awhile she would stop and massage our balls, this whole time there was next to no talking. I was certainly enjoying myself too much and I was afraid if I opened my mouth I might ruin it. She slowed her pace even more and I looked over my shoulder and too my surprise she was tonguing James's asshole. He was letting out little moans of approval. 

Then it was my turn I felt the tip of her hot tongue circle around my a-hole slowly working her way to the center I felt her put both hands on my cheeks and gave them a light spread. My ass gaped a little and that was when she shoved her tongue in, the sensations exploded through my body I began to shake and shiver. I let out a very audible. "Holy fuck!"

"Nice isn't it I love the way she eats ass!" James said, I had almost forgotten he was there, James was now lying on his back jerking off to the sight of his wife eating my ass. Sara was tongue fucking my ass with real passion. I felt like I was going to explode hot cum all over the bed. She withdrew her tongue and inserted a finger, I had never had this happen to me, I had, had a girls tongue lightly dance around my ass but never have I been fucked in the ass by either a tongue or a finger. It was awesome. Now she was really starting to work on my ass I could feel her dribble spit on to my ass to give it more lube. I was also amazed at how comfortable it felt, her fingering it like she was.

She stopped her assault on my asshole, stood me up and laid down on the bed so her head was off the edge then James positioned himself between her legs and began eating her out. Sara had a hairy bush by today's standards, not seventies hairy mind you but certainly more then the average woman. She must have seen me looking. Just before she positioned me she said. "James likes thick bush. Don't worry it's just the top bush. The rest is bald as ten year olds. I want you to fuck my tits!" she said as she striped off her bra and poured some lube between her tits and rubbed some on my cock. Where she got the lube from I have no idea, then again between how drunk I was and how shocked I was it's not surprising I was missing some of the details. Sara guided me forward until my cock was right between her big tits. I held each of her tits and pressed them together and began to slide my cock in and out of her marvelous mounds. 

Meanwhile James was licking her clit as he pushed three fingers in and out of her pussy. Sara was tonguing from my balls to my ass with each thrust of my cock. Her tongue felt magical and looking down on her perfectly augmented tits I couldn't help but think this was all a dream, and that was going to soon wake up. I lightly twisted her hard nipples and gave them light pulls. 

James stopped fingering her and switched positions so Sara was on her hands and knees she began to give James head. I went to my wallet and retrieved a condom I slid in on and positioned myself behind Sara. Do to how skinny she was I could make out every detail of her pussy. Her lips protruded quite far, I didn't think I would like the sight but it really turned me on. I crawled on to the bed behind her and positioned my hard cock at the entrance of her hot wet pussy. 

Her head was now bobbing furiously on James cock. He had his hands on the back of her head and was helping her along. With one long push I buried my whole 8 inch cock into her waiting pussy. Her back arched and she pushed back against my cock almost as if she was challenging me to fuck her hard. I wanted to call her a whore and a slut, I wanted to pull her hair and try and make her submit to me through sheer force, but I remembered the rules and thought that there would be another time and place with another girl for that. 

I grabbed her bony hips and began to thrust my cock into her. Her panties were already removed but she was still wearing the garter and stocking's were still on as were her fuck me pumps. Do to the fact that she was lighter then my cat I had no problem pulling her to and fro, as I fucked her harder and harder. My balls were slapping against her clit and her ass was bouncing off my stomach, looking down at her little puckered asshole I felt my balls tighten a bit. I knew I wouldn't last too much longer at this pace. I looked up at James whose eyes were glued on my cock fucking his wife. He was smiling at me, which to my luck seemed to delay my orgasm. I pulled out much to the annoyance of Sara. Who looked back and asked why I had stopped. I didn't answer I just bent over and started to tongue her asshole. She pushed her ass against my mouth and seemed to like what I had in mind. I could see her now slapping James cock on her tongue and that was also the first time I heard any talking between them.

"I love the way you fuck my mouth with your cock honey!" Sara said as she went back to throating his member. I was driving my tongue into her ass as far as I could get it. I have always been an ass man but I had never gone beyond mild licking I certainly never jammed my tongue all the way in there. It was magical I was hooked I now knew I would do this to every woman who let me, and the ones that didn't I don't think I would be able to date them. 

Sara straightened up forcing me to as well she turned to me and put her arms around my neck and began to passionately kiss me I could taste it all and I loved it, I devoured her tongue I had forgotten that James was even in the room, again. I picked her up while we still kissed; I carried her to the chair and sat back in it. I easily lowered her on to my prick. She grabbed my shoulders and began to ride me on the chair. I looked at her tits as they bounced up and down, for fake tits they sure bounced like they were real. She slowed down and I saw James come up behind her, he lowered himself enough to move his cock into striking position of her ass. I saw him rub lube all over his hand then he rubbed his cock and guided it in to her ass. With in seconds we were rhythmically double stuffing Sara. Her eyes were shut as she bit her lip and moaned I was thinking, would I get to fuck her in the ass next. 

I grabbed her tits and began to massage them; I could feel James's balls hitting mine every so often. To my surprise this didn't bother me. James reached around and turned her head so she was facing him their tongues danced and fought with each other's. I could feel my balls tightening up and knew I would not last too much longer. 

"Ughh I'm gonna cum." I said as I bucked my hips up in to her breaking our rhythm Sara let out a wince as both James and I thrust into her at the same time. James pulled out and she got off me. She pulled the condom off me and James sat in the chair. Sara quickly positioned me in front of James. I was still just going with the flow until Sara got behind me and started jerking me off. Normally I would be all for this, only this time my cock was aimed right at James who had a knowing smile on his face.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked in protest. 

"Just go with it sweetie!" Sara said. I was so close to cumming that I didn't even have time to react with one last jerk cum was flying out of my cock and all over James's crotch and stomach. Sara came around and got on to her knees in front of James and eagerly licked and ate my cum off of him. Then she swallowed his cock and jerked his load into her mouth. Sara stood up and spit his load back into his mouth. Which he swallowed with glee. 

She turned to me and kissed me on the mouth and thanked me, hoped I had a good time. I was still in shock as to what I just saw and took part in I couldn't get two words out of my mouth. This had been my first three way with another male. I have to say I don't think it will be my last. Sara lit a smoke and sat on the bed. I got dressed and thanked them for a lovely evening. I wasn't sure if there would be a round two and the way they were acting I didn't think there would be. 

As I walked out I over heard James. "Now I'm really going to punish you, you filthy whore!" I was about to turn and see if there was a problem but then I heard Sara.

"Oh ya, I've been a nasty slut and I need you to punish me!" I smiled and walked to the elevator. While I waited for it to arrive the young girl I told off in the tracksuit walked up to the elevator. She looked me over.

"Have fun?"

"Yes I did! Say can I buy you a drink?" I asked looking her over.

"You still have life in you after all that?" she asked, now sporting a sly smile.

"I can go all night baby!" she bit her lip and replied, let's go then, and we got into the elevator. But that story's for a different time.



The Bet



My wife Kate and I had played games, fantasy type ones that involved her fucking other people. Not that it started out that way, mind you, but eventually it was just her fucking other people in our fantasies. I was happy enough to go along with it as it was just fantasy after all and she really got off on it, as did I.

Somewhere along the way the games progressed until I was her slave. Kate clicked her fingers and I was running around, naked, fetching her drinks, cigarettes, giving massages; all very one-sided - fun, but completely one-sided.

Then one night everything changed. It was my birthday and the game began with me pretending to help Kate get ready to 'go fuck' her boyfriend, a game we'd played several times before. I was her stool where she sat slowly doing her nails, her hair and her makeup. I knelt there, naked, with a raging hardon while she sat on my back in front of the mirror telling me how she was going to go fuck a big cock and how she couldn't wait to suck him off before letting him pound her pussy with his big dick. She grew wet (she was keen to tell me this) at the thought of him shooting his load deep inside her.

As a little 'treat' for me and to show 'who was boss,' Kate rammed my arse with a dildo after she had gotten ready, making me sit down on it as far as I could. Not that this was enough of course and she pushed down on my shoulders to make sure 'it was all the way in.' 

I'm still not sure exactly how it came to be that dildos became part of our sex life although I think it began with her telling me she had read somewhere that it was supposed to be a better orgasm for the guy if his prostate was stimulated. One thing led to another and before I knew it her finger had been replaced with progressively larger dildos over these last few months and I was 'her bitch.' Not that I minded. It really was a better orgasm.

Once Kate was satisfied I couldn't take any more of the dildo, she lifted her short skirt, pulled her thin knickers to one side, grabbed my hair and pushed her pussy into my face.

"Lick me. C'mon, lick! I want you to remember how I taste before I've had a cock in me!"

I did as I was bid, driving my tongue into her moist pussy. After a few moments she pulled away.

"Don't get too excited, I don't want you messing me up for my boyfriend," she laughed. "I might be a while so no playing with yourself when I'm away! Got it? Your dick is my property."

Now we'd played this game before and did the same sort of stuff, with the odd variation. Previously, I always thought she just dropped into her friend's house for a quick visit (at least that's what she told me afterwards) but this time she seemed to be gone forever. I whiled away the time getting things ready, lots of drinking, watching television and pacing around, bored and frustrated as hell but looking forward to the fun we would have when she got home.

Eventually, some 3 hours or so after Kate left, a taxi drew up outside and after a minute or two a key rattled in the door. I sat nervously waiting on the sofa, pretending to watch tv.

"Hello." I said, taking note of her ever-so-slightly dishevelled appearance and getting instantly excited seeing her in the thigh-length high heels and short skirt she was wearing. 

Without skipping a beat she said, "I thought I told you to be naked when I got in?!"

To be honest I'd forgotten but I quickly disrobed, my cock already getting hard.

"Oh, you like that, do you?"

She was a bit tipsy, hence the taxi home. I laughed. To my absolute surprise and shock she slapped me hard across the face.

"Don't laugh, pervert! You've been disobedient, you bad boy! You're going to be punished for that! Fetch me the toys!"

"She must be drunker than I thought," I said to myself.

I meekly fetched the bag of 'toys' we had collected over the last few months from behind the sofa where I had put them earlier, together with some towels and placed the bag at her feet, my face still stinging from the slap.

She grabbed the biggest dildo we owned, spurted some lube on it and held it down on one of the towels on the floor, the tip of its latex end glistening with lube 7" from its base.

"Sit!"

I moved to get into position above the dildo, my cock rock hard and my body trembling with excitment from the 'off and running' start to the evening. I slowly began to sit down on the latex cock but it wasn't fast enough for her and she drove me down by the shoulder with her free hand without saying a word.

"That's better," she beamed, "it's all you deserve - having a cock in your arse. Especially when my pussy is still throbbing from the cock that's been in that!"

I'd never seen her quite so dominant, or as convincing before but if the throbbing veins on my cock were anything to go by, it excited me more than ever.

"So you like having a big cock in your arse, pervert?"

I nodded.

"Answer me properly, perv! Do you like having a cock up your arse?! And you better fucking speak this time or I'm going to bed!"

"Yes," I replied.

"Louder!"

"Yes!"

"What do you like? Say it!"

"I like having a cock in my arse, Mistress."

"Better. Say it louder."

"I like having cock up my arse, Mistress!" I said loudly, embarrassed to hear myself say those words quite as loudly as I did.

"That wasn't so difficult now, was it?"

"No Mistress."

"Shut up!"

Another slap stung my face and I shot her an alarmed look.

"Aw, don't worry, sweetie, I'm just keeping in character," she smiled, holding my chin in her hand and gently stroking the injury with a finger.

"Take that thing out of your arse and go get the footstool," she commanded, regaining her stride.

This was a leather footrest, with castors, that we'd used once before while she ravaged my arse with various toys.

"I've been planning this for a while, slave, so I hope you're ready for it?"

My cock throbbed and bounced as more blood surged into it.

"Clearly you are! Bend over the footstool. We're going to try something a little different tonight since it's your birthday."

I did as I was instructed and bent over the leather furniture. Suddenly, I was blindfolded, and it was tied roughly behind my head. I could hear her move around the room and fetch something from one of the nearby units. Next, I felt what I thought was a nylon cord brush against my back. A clink of metal made me jump slightly.

"Nervous, are we?" she laughed. "Give me your hands," she said softly.

I did as I was instructed and held my hands in front of my semi-prostrate body.

"Good boy," she said as she snapped handcuffs onto my wrists and pulled them over the footstool and down towards the floor. I heard some additional clinks of metal then realised she had attached the handcuffs around the castor-wheels of the footstool, one handcuff set for each arm so I was draped over it with each wrist attached to a wheel.

"That's better," she said, "Now for your legs."

The thick nylon cord I'd felt earlier began to wrap around first one thigh just above the knee, then the other, before it was wrapped entirely around the footstool, threaded under my arms, pulled tight and knotted. I couldn't move, even if I had really wanted to.

"Now you are my mobile pussy licker! Back in a minute. I need a drink."

I smiled as I realised what she meant by 'mobile pussy licker.' The footstool had come with the sofa and was therefore the same height so if she wheeled me into position she could lay back on the sofa and get me to lick her, yet she could keep me immobilised and still pound my arse whenever she felt like it. Ingenious!

I heard her pad across the room and pour herself a drink.

"Music, I think." she said when she returned.

Music began to fill the room making it impossible to hear her move around. I felt a soft hand run over my buttocks and up my back causing me to shiver with excitment and forcing more blood into my member. My wife said something but I couldn't make it out against the backdrop of music.

"Sorry, I can't hear you."

Suddenly her mouth was beside my ear.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes." 

"What are you ready for?"

"Anything," I gasped.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Kate must have taken her clothes off because I felt the softness of her bare breasts against my shoulder. She pulled away, leaving me wondering what was coming next. I thought I could feel her behind me. She was! The cold lube caused my butt to contract as she gently worked lots of it into and around my exposed hole. I heard her say something else but again, couldn't make it out.

"Sorry, I can't hear you." I said loudly.

She must've reached for the remote control and turned the volume down. 

"I said, are you ready for some cock in your arse?"

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"I'm ready for cock in my arse, Mistress."

"You don't sound very enthusiastic. Say it properly. Beg me for it. Tell me how much you want fucked by a big cock."

I was almost beside myself with desire. I'd been waiting for this for hours.

"Please Mistress, can I have a big cock in my arse?" I said loudly.

"Hmm. Still not good enough."

"Please, Mistress, I really, really want to be fucked by a big cock."

"Not yet." she said. "I told you I'd been planning this for a while so we're going to make sure everything is just right. I have a birthday surprise for you. But don't worry, you'll get a big cock in you in a while."

With that, she wheeled the footstool the couple of feet towards the sofa, with my knees scraping roughly on the carpet as she did so. She quickly positioned herself so that her thighs were on either side of my head and her pussy was close to my face. I could feel the delicious brush of her soft thighs against my face and the velvety softness of the suede, thigh-length high heels on my body. She dug the heels into my back.

"Now I want you to sniff my pussy," she said, "I want you to tell me if you can smell cock. C'mon, smell me."

A deep and heady musky scent filled my nostrils.

"Well?"

To be honest, all I could smell was her delicious pussy but I didn't want to break the mood.

"I think I smell cock, Mistress, but I'm not sure."

"Not sure?! I'll come closer then."

I was bathed in the heady scent of her mound, positioned as it was, an inch or two from my nose.

"Yes Mistress, I can smell cock," I said, still unsure.

"Damn right you can! My boyfriend fucked me in every position possible for the last couple of hours. It's a pity you can't see otherwise you would be able to tell just how used my pussy is right now."

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked rather lamely, my mind fuddled with alcohol.

"Of course I fucking enjoyed it, you retard! He has a massive cock and he knows exactly how to use it. Aaand, he doesn't shoot his load after a couple of minutes either. Unlike you, he can last for hours if he wants to. Anyway, shut up, what kind of a question was that? I'll tell you what kind it was, it was pathetic!"

I could hear her rummage for something.

"Open your mouth," she commanded.

I did as she said then felt a plastic ball forced into my mouth. Leather straps were quickly buckled behind my head. This was new! A bondage gag!

"Now I don't have to listen to your dumb questions or pathetic whining and best of all, you can't pussy out on me with a safe word just as I'm getting into the swing of things. Ha!"

The safe word was 'needle,' chosen, she said, in honour of my needle dick. If I said it she had to stop what she was doing immediately and although I didn't use it very often, I had done so a couple of times in the past when she got a bit carried away with the toys; but she was right, I couldn't say anything apart from making some ridiculous sounding grunts. 

"Don't want you screaming too loudly, do we? We don't want the neighbours to hear."

With that, she turned up the music so it was impossible for me to get any clues about what she was going to do next. I was draped over the footstool, bound hand and foot so I couldn't move, gagged and blindfolded. Boy, did I feel vulnerable! I shivered with excitment. 

I felt movement behind me before an enormous pressure pressed itself against my exposed hole. It felt like she was shoving the thick end of a baseball bat up my arse! I struggled, unsure if I could take it such was the size. I felt a 'pop' as the monster roughly forced its way in! My heart leapt and pounded in my chest. "She must've bought a strapon for my birthday!" I thought excitedly. My hole felt like it was about to rip such was the girth that had now been forced into me. I groaned loudly against the gag, almost overwhelmed by the large dildo in my arse.

To my complete suprise, confusion and bewilderment I felt Kate's thighs against either side of my face, her heels digging into my skin and her suede-covered legs resting on my back again as she took up position for me to lick her out. The ball gag was quickly removed and I could feel her slip her pussy to within an inch or so of my mouth. She leaned forwards and spoke in my ear.

"I told you I had a suprise for you."

With that, she lifted the blindfold so she could look me in the eye, which she did with an intensity I had never seen before.

"Do you know what that is in your arse?"

I shook my head.

"That, dearest hubby, is my boyfriend's cock!"

She appeared to nod and I felt what I thought had been a massive dildo, slide further into me. Yet it couldn't have been my wife who was driving it in! Panic must have shown on my face and I struggled vainly against the restraints. "Oh my god!"

"Don't worry dear, he'll be gentle... ish. He is very large and we don't want any embarrassing visits to the emergency room, after all. Now, we can do this one of two ways. You can either lick me out while he fucks you or I can put that gag back on while he fucks you. Either way, he's going to fuck you. You don't have a choice. And forget about using the safe word because this doesn't stop until he's done."

I was utterly lost for words and my head spun from shock and alcohol. There was definitely someone behind me and there was for sure, something massive up my arse. I felt muscular male press against mine as he knelt on the floor, his cock still in me.

"I'll tell you what, honey, I'll leave it up to you. If you start licking my pussy then we'll leave the gag off but if you don't, it goes back on. I can't be any fairer than that."

Kate slipped an inch closer so that her pussy lips were brushing against the lips of of my mouth. My arse felt like it was going to rip open such was the enormity of the thing inside it. I moved as if to speak.

"Ah, ah!" she chided holding up the ball-gag. "Lick or gag. No talking!"

She pushed her pussy a little harder against my mouth.

"Decide! My boyfriend is getting impatient."

Suddenly, perhaps because of the alcohol, some part of my mind simply surrendered entirely to the situation and my body followed suit. I knew there was no point arguing, pleading or anything else. This had obviously been carefully planned and there was no way I was getting out of it without her boyfriend fucking me in the arse! I drove my tongue into her soaking wet pussy. 

"I told you he would!" she beamed triumphantly to her boyfriend.

No wonder Kate had been careful not to let me lick her out earlier. Her pussy was very slack and utterly used and her muscles had not had enough time to tighten back up again. I would've noticed straight away and probably ruined her carefully laid plans. Her boyfriend buried his massive cock up to the hilt in my ass and I could feel his body pressed against my buttocks as his hands held either side of my hips. Somehow he had driven his entire length and girth into me. I could, with a little work, take a fairly sturdy 7" dildo but this felt much bigger!

I slurped and licked my wife's pussy for all I was worth, engrossed in the whole situation and trying to take my mind off the fact I was being fucked up the arse by a guy. Not only had my wife been screwing someone else but she had arranged for her boyfriend to fuck me while I licked her out. You had to admire the skill involved in that kind of manipulation.

"How does it taste, darling?" she purred. "Don't worry, he didn't come in me. We were saving that for later so you didn't miss out."

She groaned and began to shudder as an enormous orgasm began to form deep from within. I furiously licked her used pussy as she shuddered to her massive orgasm. Her juices flowed into my mouth, much more so than usual, and her cum dribbled down my chin.

"Oh! I'm going to cum again!" she gasped, grabbing my hair and grinding herself onto my face. 

Her pussy pulsated as she experienced first one, then another, shattering orgasm in quick succession. 

As this was happening, I could feel her boyfriend driving his huge cock into my previously tight arse with ever increasing speed and force. My whole body shook with the power of each thrust and my head was bounced again and again into my wife's soaking wet cunt. She came hard again and again, no doubt turned on even more by the knowledge that each movement of my head was as much down to her boyfriend fucking me in the arse and the movements translating into thrusts of my head, as it was to me trying to drive my tongue into her fabulously slack pussy. She thundered to yet another massive orgasm and I tried to gulp as much of her pussy-juice down as I could manage.

Suddenly, after some twenty minutes or so, the huge member that had somehow been forced into my arse was removed, much to my relief. To my disappointment, Kate pulled away from my attentions. I had been in a strange type of ecstasy licking her used pussy, knowing without question that she had been fucked by someone else as I probed her with my tongue.

"How's your arse?" she asked. "It looks awfully slack!"

"Um, sore." I replied truthfully.

"Chris says he needs to cum. Luckily for you he's been fucking me most of the night so his balls are about ready to explode otherwise your arse would be a lot sorer! Here's how it's going to work. When he gets back from washing his cock he's going to fuck me until he cums and I'm going to lie on your chest while he does! How does that sound? If you agree I'll remove one of your handcuffs and untie your legs so you can lie flat on the floor. If you don't then I'll just leave you there until we're finished. Your choice."

I nodded I was in agreement, unsure exactly how this was going to work. Kate untied my legs and undid one of the handcuffs so I was at last able to lay flat on the floor. My arse throbbed. It felt completely destroyed. Somehow my cock partially flickered back into life at the thought of him shooting his load into her.

Chris returned from the bathroom. I leant up on my free arm for a better look at the man who had just fucked me in the arse at my wife's behest. He was in his late twenties or early thirties, tall and muscular. My eyes quickly fell on his large, mostly flaccid member swinging freely over his huge balls as he walked. It was bigger soft than mine was hard!

"Impressive, isn't it?" my wife said, following my gaze.

I nodded.

"Wait until you see it hard." she said, laughing in the knowledge I'd already felt it.

"Lie down."

I did as I was bid and lay flat on my back on the floor, one hand still handcuffed to the footstool.

Kate wasted no time in perching herself on my chest, her swollen pussy facing me only a few inches away from my face. She leant forwards.

"Chris... my boyfriend," she said adding emphasis, "usually needs a little help to get going so that's where you come in. You're going to suck his cock."

Kate lay back on my body so her head rested against my thighs and her pussy was above my chest. Each high-heeled foot rested flat on the floor roughly in line with my ears. Her boyfriend moved himself into position, his flaccid cock and huge balls swinging into place above my face. 




The Bet



He dropped his soft cock onto my lips and his huge balls bounced and settled onto my nose. I opened my lips to allow his soft member into my mouth, both wildly excited and strangely repulsed at the same time. I'd never sucked cock before and it went against everything I'd known to do it now although I felt my own cock spark into life again and grow against my wife's back. 

I could feel his large, flaccid cock rest on my tongue and partially fill my mouth as I decided what to do. All I could think was 'suck.' I sucked. Hard. After thirty seconds or so I felt a strange pulsing in my wife's boyfriend's cock and it began to enlarge, engorging with blood and getting bigger by the second. I had difficulty keeping up the sucking and instead just allowed his cock to grow. All at once it had reached the back of my throat and I was gagging. 

He withdrew a ways but kept it there as it continued to enlarge. Slowly and gently, he began to push his cock into my mouth until the tip hit the back of my throat before withdrawing and repeating the maneouvre. Each time he did so his cock seemed to continue to get bigger until it was all I could do to keep it in my mouth at all such was the girth.

"Told you he would suck your cock." I heard my wife say. "He'll even thank you for it. Watch."

I cringed on hearing her words. He withdrew his hard cock from my mouth and got to his feet beside me. I looked up and was dumbstruck by the size of his dick, even from this angle it looked enormous.

"It's nine and a half inches long and seven inches around the shaft. I measured it!" my wife said proudly. She was sitting upright on my tummy, her swollen pussy throbbing against my abs. Kate reached for the giant cock and expertly wrapped her lips around it, sucking almost half of it in effortlessly before working at absorbing more as she performed oral sex. After a minute or two she stopped and looked at me, still holding onto her boyfriend's cock with one hand, her fingers only reaching about two thirds of the way around the shaft.

"Get up a bit so I can see you properly."

I did as she asked, raising myself awkwardly onto my free elbow.

"Thank him."

"Sorry?" I asked, pretending not to know what she meant.

"Thank him for letting you suck his cock."

"Thank you," I said halfheartedly.

"You can do better than that!"

"Thank you for letting me suck your cock."

"And?" my wife added.

"Thank you for fucking me up the arse."

"And?!" she insisted impatiently.

"Thank you for fucking my wife."

Kate smiled like the cat that had got the cream.

Chris smiled. "You were right," he said.

"Now," said my wife, "Chris is going to fuck me again. Lay down!"

Again, I lay flat on the floor and Kate lay on top of me with her pussy towards my head, one high-heeled foot on either side. Her boyfriend knelt just behind me and moved himself into position, his huge cock and balls filling up my field of vision as it moved towards Kate's waiting pussy. He positioned a thigh on either side of my head and quickly began fucking her, his thighs squeezing my face as he did so. I could feel each thrust against my chest and heard her moan with the pleasure with every pump of his hips. 

I don't know how long he had been fucking her but pretty soon I heard a deep groan and his thrusts began to quicken and become more powerful. Each one pushed her down hard and I had to time my breathing to match the compressions on my chest and his thighs on my face.

"I'm cumming." he grunted.

"Ooohhhh. Yes, cum in me!" my wife gasped, mostly for my benefit.

His body spasmed and he concentrated on hammering his cock as far into her as he could before he let out a long groan, one final deep thrust and spasm and then he appeared to be spent, his seed now presumably swimming deep inside my wife's pussy. Kate held onto him for a few minutes, savouring the final twitches of his cock as it pumped out the last few remnants of spunk.

"I promise," I heard her whisper to him, "Just do it."

Chris pulled his flagging cock from my wife then paused above my mouth, his spunk and my wife's love juices smeared all over it and dripping onto my face. His cock moved towards my mouth.

"Clean him up!" Kate said sharply.

As if on autopilot my mouth quickly moved to accept his softening cock. I was astonished at how keen I was to suck the spunk and my wife's cum from her boyfriend's cock and I ravenously sucked the sticky, salty goo from his semi hard member.

"Oh, he really likes that," Kate said, fully aware of my growing cock against her back.

After a couple of minutes her boyfriend pulled his dick from my mouth, making sure he dragged his cock and balls across my face so that the cum mixture that was still on his balls was smeared over me. My wife was still lying on my body and I could see globulets of thready spunk dripping from her pussy. She lifted her head up so she could look me in the eye.

"This is for you. I'm trying not to move so I don't spill any but in a minute I'm going to sit on your face. I want you to drink my boyfriend's cum from my pussy. And you better not waste any!"

She lifted a hand for Chris to help her into position and sort of shuffled a little towards my mouth.

"And don't pretend you don't want to either. I can feel how hard you are."

She was right. My cock had pulsed to rock-solid attention the moment Kate told me she wanted me to drink her boyfriend's spunk from her. Suddenly her pussy was on my mouth and she sat upright.

"It feels like there's gallons of the stuff in there," she smirked. 

As soon as I had felt her pussy lips touch my face I had opened my mouth to allow my tongue out and I could taste the thick, salty cream.

"Open your mouth wide. I'm going to relax."

I did as she said, almost gagging as my mouth filled with the sticky mess of her boyfriend's spunk as it poured from her to me. She was right. There was lots of it!

"Swallow!"

I gulped as I swallowed as much of the gooey liquid as I could. Three times I had to swallow hard in order to mostly clear my mouth of his spunk and her cum. I looked up at Kate as she watched me closely. The sperm that had missed my mouth when she had relaxed her pussy dribbled down my face. She wiped it into my mouth with her hand.

"I told you not to waste any!"

I drove my tongue into her again, lapping at the remaining spunk. Her pussy juices were intermingled with the drips and drops that still poured onto my tongue.

"I'm going to untie you now but don't think you're done! You've still got lots of cleaning to do."

Pretty soon, my wife and her boyfriend were sitting together on the sofa. She was leaning back and had her legs spread so I was able kneel in front of her and continue with my cleaning duties, which I must confess, I was taking to with a new found enthusiasm for licking her pussy! She began to shudder and groan as an orgasm overtook her. 

At some stage Kate had begun playing with Chris' cock again and she bent over to start sucking him off. I paused as I saw properly for the first time, his cock from a 'normal' perspective. It looked enormous! She had begun rapidly pumping her hand up and down, wanking him off.

"You still horny, baby?" she said to her boyfriend.

"Yeah. My balls were blue from holding it in for so long earlier. I'm sure there's still a lot more in there."

"Oh, hubby! Suck my boyfriend's cock for a while, there's a dear." 

I did my best to suck his dick but if I'm honest, I wasn't particularly good at it. Not only that but he wasn't the only one who's balls were blue and I was somewhat distracted.

"Hmm. You'll need to practice cocksucking for the next time, dear."

Chris moved as if to re-engage with my wife in order to fuck her again.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I'm a bit sore. Fuck him if you need to blow your load again. He won't mind."

I looked at her, somewhat irritated that she would suggest this.

"Oh, don't be rude," she said, "he's gone to all this trouble for you. The least you can do is make sure he goes away satisfied! And if you need an incentive, I won't be letting you fuck me again until he has. It's up to you. I'll tell you what, you can keep licking his spunk out of me while he fucks you."

Resigned, I bent forwards from my kneeling position so my arse lifted into the air as I once again plunged my tongue into her pussy. My wife's boyfriend fucked me in the arse for a good thirty minutes before he announced he was cumming. I managed to spend the entire time slurping on my wife's deliciously used pussy, making her cum over and over again. Finally, Chris drove his huge cock into me as far as it would go and delivered one almightly hot spurt after another deep into my insides, each spurt matched by another thrust. When he had finished, he pulled his cock out without a word and his spunk began seeping from my utterly used arse, working its way down to my balls before dripping onto the floor.

"Thanks, honey, I needed to blow off that load," he said to my wife.

"That's okay. Anytime," she replied with a smile. She pulled away so I could no longer get access to her pussy. "Y'know, I made some money tonight," she said to me.

I looked at her, puzzled, the reality of what had happened to me finally beginning to settle somewhere in my confused and fuzzy mind. "Huh?"

"I made some money tonight."

"Eh, how much?" I asked, not really understanding what she meant.

"A pound."

"A what?"

"A pound. I bet Chris, ah, my boyfriend, a pound that he could fuck me, walk into our house, shove his cock up your arse without saying a word and fuck you as well... and you would let him."

"Huh?!"

"Yeah. He wanted me to have anal sex with him but sorry, there's no way I was taking that thing up my arse! He looked so disappointed so I suggested you instead. Not that he believed me, of course, but he was willing to go along with it to see what happened."

Yet again, I was stunned.

"Actually... that's four pounds you owe me!" she said to Chris. "I'd almost forgotten about the other stuff!"

"W,what other stuff?" I asked.

"We had a couple of side bets as well. I bet him one pound you would suck his cock, another pound that you would thank him for fucking me and another one that you would suck his cock clean after he had fucked me in front of you. I win!" she said proudly. "I should have bet him you would lick his spunk out of me afterwards, huh? Even I didn't think you would do that," she laughed.

Her boyfriend reached into his pocket and handed something to my wife just before he left.

"Here's the money I owe you."

My balls were about fit to burst.

"Okaaay," my wife said sounding bored, as she lay back for me to put my cock inside her totally used pussy. I began to fuck, barely making an impression on her but deeply enjoying the feeling of my cock slithering into her cum-soaked, stretched and used pussy. Within less than a minute I could feel myself start to cum. Obviously my wife did too as she pushed me away.

"You just got me cleaned up! I don't want another mess in there."

At that I blew my load all over the floor.

"Looks like you have some more cleaning to do. I'm going to bed. Happy birthday."



The Bet



I met Kelly in college at one of our fraternity parties. She was a Junior and I was a Senior and the minute I saw her, I knew I had to have her. She was a petite blond with an athletic figure, and I found out she was on both the swim and track teams. 

What I also learned from chatting her up for over 3 hours is that she was very competitive, which she proved later that night when I took her up to my room. The sex was awesome, and it was the start of a very nice relationship.

She was very eager to please most of my sexual desires, and always wanted to know how she rated based on past girl friends. I once told her about what a great cocksucker Anne was (two girl friends earlier) and for the whole next week Kelly had her lips and tongue all over my cock until I crowned her the best cocksucker ever!

I tried to find a way to tell her about my pee fetish, but I didn't know how to introduce her to pee play without scaring her off. 

Then it hit me - and I began working on the challenge.

The next day, we were sitting around my apartment, watching a little television and having a few beers. Kelly got up to go to the bathroom midway through her second beer, and as she was walking down the hall I said, "man you have a small bladder, I bet I could go drink for drink with you and hold out longer before going to the bathroom."

She stopped dead in her tracks and turned toward me and said "Is that a challenge?"

"If you think you're up for it, then yeah!" I replied, my dick already rising in my shorts knowing that she took the bait hook, line and sinker.

"What are the stakes?" Kelly asked, forgetting about relieving herself and returning the couch.

"Twenty bucks and bragging rights" I offered, knowing that as starving college students money was tight, plus it was the bragging rights portion of the challenge that I knew she would go for.

"You're On!" she said with a small squeal, and took another long sip off her beer.

"Aren't you interested in the rules?" I asked.

"Doesn't matter, I'm gonna kick your ass at this and laugh as I watch you dance around wih your legs crossed like a little school girl." She was not only competitive, but she could talk trash with the best of them!

"OK," I continued, "since you're so confident, the first rule is that neither of us can pee until we're both naked."

"Ohhhh, I like Rule #1" she said very sarcastically, "what else you got 'Nancy'?" 

"Rule #2 is that win or lose, you have to pee standing up", I shot back at her. She had a look on her face that said 'no fair', but her competitive pride wouldn't dare give me that satisfaction.

All she said was "You got anything else, or are we going to get this game going?" 

"No hands!" I said, enjoying the power of being able to set the challenge.

"Are you crazy?" came her reply, "how the hell do you expect me to hold my water all night, and then pee standing up without using my hands?"

"I'll help you and you'll help me!"

"It's a bet!" she said as we clinked our beer bottles in a toast to consummate the challenge, "but you're going down!"

Little did she know that that's exactly what I was hoping for by the time this little challenge played itself out.

We finished our beers and I said "grab your jacket, we're going out."

I took her downtown to our favorite Sports Bar, since we needed to eat dinner, and I knew that there would be plenty of cold beer available, and hopefully some interesting games to take my mind off of the men's room.

Besides, since Rule #1 says we can't pee unless we're both naked, I knew I could torment her all through dinner, knowing that the winner wouldn't be decided until we got back to my place.

The bar was rocking and we enjoyed several beers while eating nachos, chicken wings, and cheese fries. Hey, we were college kids after all! 

I caught Kelly looking enviously at the women at the next table, as they casually strolled to and from the ladies room, always in pairs of course, throughout our meal. I could feel the pressure building in my bladder, but I could also see Kelly's legs wiggling almost non-stop, so I knew she couldn't last much longer.

However, I still ordered us one more round, just to watch the look of confidence disappear from her face when the waitress clanked the two fresh mugs down in front of us.

"We can go after these beers if you want to." I teased, and then watched in amazement as Kelly chugged down her draft.

"Take your time", she chided me, I can wait all night...or at least one more minute than you can."

Man, that girl was competitive!

Feeling my own urgency building, I did my best to finish my beer as quickly as possible, and then said "Let's go."

On the ride home, we were both dancing in the car seat to control our bladders. I was trying to drive with my knees pinned together, and Kelly was sitting in the passenger seat with her hand jammed in her crotch, trying to hold back the pressure. 

As soon as the car was parked in front of my apartment, we both ran as fast as we could upstairs to the bathroom, jockeying for position on the way up the stairs.

We both started wildly stripping off our clothes, dancing on one foot, and then the other, trying to hold back, and secretly trying to will the other one to let loose first. As we're hoping around like a couple of naked kangaroos, a little tipsy from all the beer we drank, we both start to laugh uncontrollably, and then it happened. Kelly laughed so hard she snorted, which caused me to let out a belly laugh, and with it, a little piss shot out of my cock making a small puddle on the floor.

"I win! I win! I win!" Kelly sang as she did a little victory dance around the bathroom. "Now get out of my way 'school girl' and let me finally relieve myself" she said as she started to sit on the toilet.

"Not so fast," I said through gritted teeth, still trying to hold back the torrent that didn't come out while I was laughing, "don't forget the other rules or you forfeit!"

"Oh right," she said standing back up, "well get yourself over here and help out The Undisputed Bladder Champion, because my damn is about ready to burst." Even under these conditions, she still found time to gloat.

Kelly positioned herself in front of the toilet, and spread her legs a little more than shoulder width, and crouched her knees just a little. I stood behind her, and she jumped a little when she felt my stiff cock touching her ass as I reached around and grab each of her pussy lips with either hand, and pulled them apart slowly. "HURRY" she shouted "before I piss all over the bathroom floor!"

I giggled at her discomfort, which was a small consolation at having gotten beaten at my own game.

She was having a little trouble getting started, in this awkward position, and with me holding her pussy lips, so I reached out my thumb and started stroking her clit. This provided the magic sensation to trigger Kelly's bladder to release, and her piss started flowing hot and heavy. Like a true champ, she hit the center of the bowl, and the room filled with the sounds of her stream hitting the water.

Of course, the sound of running water is not a good thing to someone who has to pee as badly as I did, and I was struggling to hold back my own stream, while enjoying the dirty pleasure of holding my girlfriend's cunt open while watching her golden nectar shoot out like a fire hose.

She finish up with a trickle, and I almost pushed her out of the way to get myself into position. By force of habit, my hand went to my cock to aim it at the bowl, and Kelly slapped it way, barely missing my cock in the process. The shock of almost having my painfully erect and piss filled cock nearly slapped forced me to jump, and another short burst of piss shot out hitting the floor. 

Kelly looked at me with a face that just said "REALLY?" as she squeezed up behind me and took a hold of my cock. I now understand why she had trouble starting her stream, because it's just not right having someone else holding your parts in this situation. 

Stealing a page from my playbook, she gently massaged the underside of my shaft, and my stream started flowing. Not used to having to aim something, it took a couple seconds for Kelly to center my stream in the bowl, and I let out a huge "AAAAHHHHHHH" as I was letting myself go. I finished up and asked her to shake it a couple times, to knock any remaining drops off the tip. She eagerly obliged.

Kelly walked over and started the shower running, and then returned and started stroking my cock again. "Don't think about it as coming in second place" she said with a fake tone of empathy, "think about it as being First....First loser that is!"

After watching her piss, and having her hold my cock while I did, not even her trash talk could bother me now. I pulled her closed and kissed her deeply, while reaching my hand down to finger her wet and swollen pussy. 

We stepped into the shower together, still locked in our embrace with our hands on each others pissing parts. The steaming water beat down on both of us, and again, the sound of running water triggered a sense of urgency in my bladder, the familiar feeling of desperation returned to my crotch.

We were standing close together, and Kelly was stroking my cock while I continued fingering her pussy. Slowly I started my stream, almost undetected, due to the similarity in temperature between my piss and the shower water. After a couple seconds Kelly looked down and saw what it happening. She was surprised at first, but then relaxed at how natural it felt, as my stream got stronger and started to arc out of the tip of my cock, hitting both of us around our navels.

She kept stroking my cock and moved her other hand into my stream. She then brought that hand to her nose to inhale the intoxicating aroma. She knelt down in front of me and let the last of my piss run out over her face and tits.

As I felt her mouth close around my cock, I smiled confidently at my own personal victory. While Kelly may have won the battle, I knew I won the war, having successfully introduced her to pee play.



The Bet



She was cheating on me, I was sure of it. Although I couldn't prove it, I've had my suspicions for quite some time. Given the fact that we hadn't had sex in months, and the fact that she was always in such a good mood.... why else would she be so happy? She wasn't getting any from me, but she surely was getting some elsewhere.

I grew paranoid and overly self conscious. In the four months since we started living together, Monique and I seem to have grown apart. I cared for her so much, and it pained me to think that she was being ravaged by some other guy. 

Monique was a goddess. She practically lived in the gym, constantly working out. She was in fantastic shape, which was more than I could say for myself. I'm not a bad looking guy, but once you hit 30 you kinda get buried in your work and neglect the need for physical exercise, hence the beer gut. Monique on the other hand was perfect in every way. Her hair was platinum blond, her eyes were blue and her bleached teeth were so goddamn pearly white. She looked like a goddamn porn star. 

I was overly proud of her, 'This was my girl! She lives with me in my house.' However, I hadn't seen that much of her lately. She'd always come home late, smelling good, whistling, her face bright and confident. The other day I noticed that she'd gotten a tattoo, a giant dragon on her lower back. 

On anyone else this would have looked tacky or even slutty, but on Monique, it looked really hot. I wanted nothing more than to pound her from behind and watch that tattoo in its gleaming light. 

"That's a hot tat babe! Shall we test it out?" I asked, 

"It still hurts honey. Next week I promise!" she responded.

Of course, next week came and went and I was left with a serious case of blue balls. She told me she had made plans with her sister and she was going away with her for the weekend. I was so fucking frustrated, I didn't know what to do. Of course, I took my anger out on the closest person to me; Antonio, our Gardner. 

"Goddamn it Antonio! What the fuck is wrong with you people? Did you just get off the fucking boat? Can you understand English? I want the fucking pebbles away from the pool!" 

In a fit of rage I tore out some of the roses and threw them out into the street "Do it again you fucking monkey!" I yelled at him. 

What else could he do? He obeyed and apologized, "Sorry senior, I'll do it again." 

I contemplated driving out to her sisters house and crashing the party, or maybe even sneaking around. The frustration soon took its toll and I eventually ended up hitting the bottle. I got completely 'shitfaced' that night, from what I can remember. 

The next day, I confided in an old friend, "Hell, I don't know what to do Lance, she's fooling around on me! Its driving me nuts!" 

Lance, who used to work for the LAPD, is an old friend from high school. He was very intelligent and was a good judge of character. I was hoping that he would dismiss my suspicions and reassure me that Monique was not 'doing the business'. "That doesn't sound right man. Monique is a walking wet dream, and I'm sure she's getting it from somewhere." 

He said, "If you want, I could do some PI work for you. Really get down to the bottom of this.... no pressure pal"

I didn't like the idea of digging up Monique's past and I certainly didn't like the idea of having my best friend stalk my super hot girlfriend, but I had no choice. 

The next few weeks I went on about my daily business and Monique went on about her daily business, everything remained normal. I ate alone every night, masturbated frequently and cried myself to sleep. In the mornings I'd always wake up with Monique by my side, I never knew what time she came home or how she got into bed without waking me. 

I'd make her breakfast, see her off and then..... I'd see her the next morning. It was so painful. Each time she just got hotter and hotter. This was the same, every day, for two weeks. Finally Friday came around again. Lance came by my house in the afternoon. 

I was anticipating his arrival, I ran out onto the lawn impatiently, "So? What did you find out?" I asked him.

Lance looked over at Antonio who was trimming the hedges, "Don't you wanna discuss this inside?" he asked me.

"No, no, don't mind him, he doesn't speak English. So, what did you find out?" I asked

"Bad news pal. She's cheating on you." He said

My whole world came crashing down. My eyes watered and I tried ever so hard to keep myself from bursting out into tears. "W.. w... well, who is it? I mean, who is the guy?" I asked in anticipation. 

Lance looked over at Antonio, "Its him." 

Suddenly, I was overcome with such intense anger and rage, "What? Are you fucking serious??" 

"Yes, it was him." He reassured me.

I walked over to Antonio, I was really going to give him a piece of my mind. Lance tried to stop me, I probably should have listened to him. "Hey! Monkey!" I yelled out at him.

I shoved him back into the manure, "You think you can fuck my woman and get away with it? You fucking monkey!?" 

I didn't expect him to retaliate. It took me completely by surprise. He smacked me square in the jaw, I hit the ground fast, my world was spinning, I could taste blood. 

"For months, I put up witch you calling me monkey and chico! Are jou listening to me?" he grabbed a fistful of my balls and squeezed. 

I screamed in discernible pain. "Yeah! I'm fucking your woman! Know why?" he asked as he squeezed harder, "NOOOOO! God! Please let go!" I yelled.

"Its because you aren't man enough for her. All I need to do is just squeeze a bit more, and you wont be man enough for anyone." That was too much for me, I vomited and blacked out. 

Hours later I was inside, naked from the waist down with an icepack between my legs. "Are you okay buddy?" Lance asked. 

I tried to speak, all that came out was a girlish whimper. It hurt to speak, it hurt to move, it even hurt to breathe. I lifted the icepack and looked down between my legs. To my horror, I found that my testicles were swollen to at least five times in size. Upon seeing this, I insisted that Lance drive me to the hospital, "You'll be fine man, I've seen heaps of domestic disturbance cases, just keep ice on it." He didn't seem worried, but I was in a total state of panic.

I forced myself to speak, "My fucking balls man! I could loose my balls! You gotta take me to the hospital! Please!!" he couldn't help but laugh at the unusual high pitch of my voice.... who could blame him? 

The doctor told me that I was lucky. Had there been the slightest bit more pressure, the damage would have been permanent. "In afew days the swelling should go down and your sex drive should return back to normal." 

"What about my voice?" Hell, it sounded like I was high on helium. 

The doctor bit his top lip to keep from laughing, "You should be fine in a few days" he reassured me. 

Later that night, Monique entered my hospital room. I shot a look at her as if to say, "this is all your fault". 

She hung her head in shame, she knew that I knew she was fucking the Gardner. "I'm sorry" she told me. 

I didn't want to speak, I didn't want her to hear me like this, I didn't want to appear so utterly weak and helpless. "For... how long?" I asked.

She cut me off, "Will you be okay? You sound different, almost like a girl. Is everything going to be okay, down there?" she said pointing to my crotch.

She cared for me, I could see that. I could see that she was concerned and that she didn't want to see any harm upon me. "I'll be fine. Just under allot of strain. But everything should be back to normal in a few days." 

"Oh, that's good." She said.

"So, you've been having an affair?" I asked. God, I sounded so pathetic. I sounded like a little school boy. 

"I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. I cant lie to you anymore. I love him and I want to be with him." She admitted.

In shock, I shifted in my bed, trying to sit up, "You cant, You cant do this to me! I love you too! How could you...." 

"I'm sorry. But, he pleases me. He makes me feel good." She admitted.

"Don't I?" 

"You can support me financially, but you can't please me; emotionally or sexually. I'm so sorry; I didn't want to tell you like this." She confessed.

I didn't want to loose her, I then told her that I would be open to anything, as long as she wouldn't leave me. She dismissed my suggestions and told me that for the next few days nothing else would matter, she would just be there for me and help me to reach a speedy recovery. 

I was grateful for that, at least it gave us an opportunity to spend some time together. To my relief, within days, the swelling had gone down and my voice returned back to normal. Once I recovered however, she stopped coming around. She even cleared out all her stuff. 

I had to make one last stand, I at least had to try to win her back. Lance kept trying to talk me out of it, "Forget her man! She a fucking hoar! Her lover almost turned you into an eunuch! Just forget about her!" 

But I couldn't, I was blinded by love. 

I ambushed her outside of her work, "Monique! Just listen to me! Please! Give me one minute."

"I cant, I..." 

"- just let me speak. I know why you had to cheat on me, I know now. Its because I was a selfish lover." 

She didn't want to hear any of this, she just wanted to get away from me. She turned to walk away. "I don't want to talk about it, I ju..." 

I stopped her, "Please! Monique! Let me prove to you that I can be a man! That I can please you the way a man should. Please! I'm begging you!" 

"I don't know. I've moved in with Antonio and were pretty happy together," she admitted. 

"Okay, how about this, a bet. I bet that I can make you come faster than he can." 

"I don't know about that. I don't want to cheat on him," she said.

"Invite him along. I bet that I can last longer and please you more than he ever could. Just give me a second chance..... please!" 

She thought about it for a minute and finally said, "I'll have to ask him, I'll get back to you." 

Deep down, I knew that I would probably never hear from her again. Hell, it was a stupid suggestion. What self respecting man would let his woman be fucked by another guy for a bet? I hugged her and kissed her goodbye, certain that I would never hear from her again.

To my surprise, the next day, my phone rang, "You've got a deal. Come over tonight, Antonio's place, you know where that is, near the gasworks." 

I couldn't believe it. This was my chance! I was going to reclaim my manhood. I was going to take back what was rightfully mine. I was going to steal her back right in front of him. But I wasn't going to do it alone, I had a secret weapon.... Viagra. I would be sure to win! I took two shots of Viagra and left the house, within 10 minutes, I had a raging hard on. I was harder and hornier than I had been in years! Nothing could stop me, I could go for hours. I know in the past, I've only lasted between 2 to 5 minutes, but tonight, I was certain that I could go for at least an hour, at least that was my plan. 

I arrived at Antonio's 'shack' at 7pm, dressed to kill. I parked my 7 series BMW right in the middle of the street so that everyone could see what a 'real man' looks like. I knocked on the door and was greeted by a cocky Antonio.

"So you come to win her back eh?" he teased.

"Nice house, I think I have a tent I use for camping which is as big as this." I teased back. 

He led me inside though to the bedroom. Monique was sitting on the bed, fully clothed, awaiting my arrival. "Hey baby." I smiled at her. 

"We've thought it through and decided that this little bet might actually be allot of fun. You know how much I've always wanted to have a threesome with two guys." She said grinning from ear to ear. 

This was not what I had in mind however. Antonio came up behind me and began to massage my shoulders, "No, I don't want to do it tha.." before I could finish they had both started laughing. 

This was a joke, it was all a joke. "Ha Ha, very funny!" I turned to leave. 

"No wait." Antonio said, "I don't like you treating my woman like a hoar, but since you think you can fuck better than I can, be my guest." 

Monique began to undress, almost as if they had rehearsed this. 

"You go first." He added.

Within seconds, Monique was sprawled out on the bed, completely naked. I noticed another tattoo, one on her lower stomach; it was a scorpion. 

She smiled and encouraged me to 'dive in'.

"But you ain't heard the terms yet lover boy." Antonio added.

"Terms? If I can make her come faster and harder than you can, then she comes home with me and you leave us alone for good!" I snapped back at him

"Yeah, that's if you win. But if I win, I get to finish off your balls." He said smiling. 

"What? You want to crush my balls? You cant be serious!" I panicked.

"Oh but I am serious! Unless if you think you have what it takes, then you shouldn't be worried." He teased. 

By now Monique was getting impatient. "Come-on! Before the weed wears off! Fuck me, anyone! I don't care!" 

I shrugged off my doubts and began to undress. As I pulled down my underwear, Antonio hit the roof. "What the fuck is that?" He threw his head back and laughed. I looked down, I didn't see what was so funny. It was just my dick!

I looked at Monique, she was biting her lip, trying not to laugh, "Antonio, stop laughing at him! Everyone is different." She said defending me, but it actually sounded like a sarcastic comment than anything else.

I couldn't understand what was so funny. If it wasn't for the Viagra, I probably would have lost my erection due to my extreme high level of nervousness. 

"So that's what you've had to put up with huh? Damn woman! No wonder you came to me!" he continued to tease. 

I wanted to shut this fucker up, I wanted to prove to both of them that I had what it took. I made my move. I plowed her, I dove right in. She gasped.

Antonio snickered, "Nice move pencil dick!" he laughed some more. 

I tried to ignore this as I went to work. I looked over to my left at the digital clock on the bench: 7:35pm

Our bodies moved in rhythm as we both began breathing heavy. 'yes, it was working!' Our eyes met and we shared a kiss as Antonio continued to laugh and joke. "Does it tickle?" Antonio asked Monique.

This hurt, but what hurt even more was that Monique was on the verge of laughter. I could see it in her face. She was trying so hard to keep it in. 'no! this isn't working!' I decided to give it to her harder and faster. 

Monique began to groan, as she usually does during sex. This always drives me wild.... and before I knew it, "mpf! Argh! No! Ahhh! Mppffeee!" I came. 

"Good for you" Monique said sarcastically. Now they were both laughing at me.... mercilessly. 

I looked up at the digital clock on the bench: 7:36pm. One minute.

"Minute man!" Antonio laughed. "Dude! I think its safe to say that you lost!" he said laughing some more. 

Before I could say anything, I was pulled off her and tossed aside. "Now watch and see a woman's reaction to a real cock!" 

As soon as he unzipped his pants, I knew. I knew why she'd been cheating on me. Compared to Antonio, I looked like an infant. Clearly, I was not at all visually stimulating to her. It was all so obvious now. There was nothing I could do about that. Nothing at all. 

"Now listen to the noises a woman should make during sex!" 

For the next two hours I watched and listened in awe as they fucked like rabbits. The walls must have been like tissue paper because the whole house was shaking. She was screaming at the top of her lungs as if she was being murdered. Every few seconds Antonio would shout, "ENJOY!...... ENJOY!...... ENJOY!....." 

When it was all over, I was speechless. As she came, she dug her nails into his back, tearing into his skin, "ENJOY!!!!" he yelled as she exclaimed, convulsed and let out a very loud, "PHWAAAOURRR! MPF! AMMPF!" I'd never heard a woman make such noises, I can barley describe it. 

Monique had experienced such intense pleasure that she was in a trance, still moaning and groaning in bed moments after, it was as if she had been hypnotized. Antonio towered over me, "See, that's why you can never have a real woman." 

I looked up at him, defeated, belittled, humiliated. "You win." I said. 

As I turned to leave, he grabbed me by my right shoulder, "Wait! Remember the bet?" 

"What? That was just a joke! I was just kidding about that." I pleaded.

Before I could say anything else, he had clasped my balls with his right hand. This was his moment, he wanted to make a stance, he wanted to destroy me, permanently take me out of the picture. "Now, you see what its like to truly be hopeless and helpless!" 

I was still buck naked at this point as he dragged me outside by my balls, "Please, don't do this, just let go. You win, you win, you can have her." 

He laughed, "Oh yeah! Music to my ears. But I know you'll be back, you'll be annoying her all the time, paying people to follow her, go through her garbage, making her life miserable, I cant have that. She's not a sex object, she's a person too."

Before I could protest he squeezed. "Oh God! Oh God! STOP! LET GO!!" I screamed. There I was, out on his lawn, having my balls busted. 

A group of college girls passed his house, "Hey Antonio. Nice car." one of them said noticing my BMW.

"I know, thanks!" He tightened his grip, "You want me to let go?" he asked me. 

I screamed, "YES! PLEASE!!"

"Your car is now my car." He demanded.

"YOU GOT IT! LET GO!!" He was toying with me, he squeezed harder. This was too much for me. My legs gave way, but he still kept me up by my balls. 

"Goodbye dick!" he said with one final squeeze as he turned my balls to mush. I heard a loud pop. 

I awoke hours later in a community hospital. I was greeted by a pretty nurse, "You were in a serious accident Sir, but rest assured, were doing everything in our power to help you."

I didn't like the sound of that. Things went from bad to worse. My testicles had swollen again, this time to the size of cantaloupes. The pain was so intense, so extremely horrible. I had no choice but to have them surgically removed.

Months later, things turned back to normal. I went back to work after my recovery and resumed my usual routine. I told Lance that I was over Monique and that I just wanted to get on with my life. Of course, I didn't tell him about the bet that turned me into a nut-less nothing. It was my secret. 

Of course, they all had their suspicious given the fact that I had a different voice now. I sound more like a girlish man than anything else. Its okay however, I've learned to accept it.

I still think of Monique from time to time, but not in a sexual way. Those days are over for me.



The Bet



Susan saw out of the corner of her eye that Eric and Kyle were whispering back and forth about something. She even heard a few muffled laughs. Curious as to what they were discussing she walked over to them.

"Now just what are you two whispering about?" Susan asked.

Caught...Eric and Kyle turned red, looked at the floor, and remained silent.

"Come on now...out with it. If it's that good I want to know." Susan said.

They remained silent.

"If you don't tell me what you were talking about I'll just assume it was something highly inappropriate and go talk to Mr. Miller about it. If you tell me we can let it slide...even if it was somewhat inappropriate. Now, are you going to tell me or should I go and talk to Mr. Miller?" Susan asked.

Kyle and Eric looked at each other and after a moment they both shrugged.

"Well..." Kyle started.

"Yes." Susan said.

"We were kind of debating what kind of panties you're wearing." Eric said.

Susan was surprised.

"I see. So you were staring at my ass and discussing what kind of panties you think I wear. Did you agree on what kind you think I wear?" Susan asked.

"No, Eric thinks you wear either a thong or a g-string, but I think they're more like a bikini or basic white cotton." Kyle said.

"Hmm...how did you intend to find out who was right?" Susan asked.

"Um...well we were going to try to get a peak down the back of your pants when you sat down or bent over or something." Eric said.

"I see. Did you make a bet about who was right?" Susan asked.

Kyle shrugged.

"Yeah." Kyle said.

"How much did you bet?" Susan asked.

"We've both got $400 cash on us so we bet that." Kyle said.

"You bet $400 on what kind of panties I'm wearing?" Susan asked.

Eric shrugged.

"I'd have bet the $800 I've got on me, but he only had $400 so that's what we bet." Eric said.

Susan looked at Eric and Kyle. The thought of 2 guys betting on what kind of panties she was wearing excited her.

"If I were betting $400 I'd want more than just a tiny glimpse down the back of my pants...that might not prove anything. I'd want real 100% positive proof before I paid off on that kind of bet." Susan said.

"Obviously you're right, but there was no way we could get that kind of proof easily." Kyle said.

"It might be easier than you think." Susan said.

"What do you mean?" Eric asked.

"Would the winner of the bet be willing to break even?" Susan asked.

"What do you mean by break even?" Kyle asked.

"You bet $400 on what kind of panties I'm wearing. Would whoever wins be okay with the loser giving the $400 to me instead of them?" Susan asked.

Kyle and Eric looked up at Susan...not sure that they'd heard her right.

"What was that?" Kyle asked.

"If I can have the $400 that the loser would have had to pay the winner I'll push my pants down to my knees for 5 minutes so you can see which one of you won the bet." Susan said.

"Is this for real?" Eric asked.

"Yes. The winner wouldn't get any money out of the bet, but they'd get the satisfaction of being right and of knowing that it cost the other $400. What do you say?" Susan asked.

Eric and Kyle looked at each other for a moment.

"I'm in." Eric said.

"Me too." Kyle said.

"Okay then. To keep from being noticed we'll all walk slowly one at a time to the office that the old sales guy used to use. Make sure nobody sees you go in or someone might get curious and none of us want any uninvited guests. I'll go first then you two wait a few minutes and try not to look like anything is going on." Susan said.

Susan went to the office followed a few minutes later by Eric and then Kyle.

"Not that I don't trust you, but I'm not doing this until I have $800 in my hands. I'll give the winner back his $400." Susan said.

Eric and Kyle handed over $400 each.

"Have a seat there so you'll have a better view. Remember, it will be for five minutes and there will be absolutely no touching." Susan said.

"No problem." Kyle said.

Kyle and Eric sat down and Susan walked over in front of them. She was nervous and excited so her hands were shaking as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. Her top had been tucked into her pants so it kept Eric and Kyle from seeing anything while she wiggled her pants down. When her pants were down to her knees she lifted her top up so it was above her belly button.

Eric and Kyle were blown away...Susan wasn't wearing any panties. They're mouths dropped open and they stared at her smoothly shaved pussy.

"As you can see you were both wrong so that means you both lose. That means I get to keep all $800, but as a consolation prize you can look at my bare ass and pussy for five minutes, but remember...no touching. Any objections?" Susan asked.

"No...hell no! This is by far the best bet I've ever lost." Eric said.

"No kidding." Kyle said.

Eric and Kyle moved to their knees and moved so they could get good close up looks at her pussy and her ass. Susan kept her eyes on the clock. She let it go a little longer than five minutes before reaching down and pulling her pants up.

"Okay boys...that's it." Susan said.

Eric and Kyle stood up. Susan smiled when she saw that both of them had noticeable erections stretching out the fronts of their pants.

"Oh my. I'm going to go back to work but you two should stay here for awhile so you can...compose yourselves." Susan said.

Eric and Kyle looked down and noticed their erections.

"Remember guys...this is our little secret." Susan said.

"Who would believe us anyway?" Kyle asked.

Susan smiled, turned towards the door, and slipped out. Eric and Kyle looked at each other and smiled.



The Bet



"YOU DID WHAT?" Mike had never seen Cindy so mad. Sure she had a temper but he had not expected her to come unglued like this. She was usually much more adventurous than even him. He had just told her of the bet he made on the LSU-Alabama football game that weekend. Even though the stakes were higher than he normally bet he was sure he had a sure thing. 

"There is nothing to worry about, LSU will kick their ass." He was an ardent LSU fan as was Cindy. He had played for them and she had been a cheerleader. They very seldom missed a home game and made quite a few of the away ones as well.

"Nothing to worry about! It's not your ass you were betting. Now just what are you going to do if Alabama should win? If you are going to be betting my ass then the least you could have done was to bet with a white guy. Now if we lose I will have to pay off to Wayne. What are you going to be doing while I am with him?"

Cindy was a small well compacted blond. She barely reached five feet tall and 105 pounds. Her hair was all most white and fine as silk as it reached below her shoulders. Her milky white complexion was faultless. Her breasts were only a b cup but on her small frame they were just right as they were high and proud on her chest. At twenty five she didn't need a bra and almost never wore one. 

Mike was almost six feet and weighted about 175 pounds. He had been a receiver for LSU. He was the same age as Cindy and just as attractive to the women as she was to the men. Both were virgins when they first met. A few weeks and that problem was gone. After three years of marriage neither one had been interested in trying on someone new. Cindy liked to flirt with other men and Mike encouraged her to do it more often. It was just a game for them as they would fuck like rabbits once they were in their own bed.

Wayne worked with Mike as they were both engineers. They got along very well together even though they were not best friends. He was still single but didn't have any trouble finding someone to keep him company in bed or elsewhere. He had been to the same parties as Mike and Cindy and like all the other men he would like to have had the little blond in his bed. He did his share of flirting with her but she hadn't seemed very interested. He figured it was because he was black and she had grown up in Alabama. 

Wayne had gone to school in the Ivy League. He had not played ball even though he was certainly built for it. He had gone for the education and a good future. He had moved to Mobile to take a job with the same firm Mike was with. They were hired about a week apart and at least had that much in common.

Wayne had listened to Mike talk about LSU until he was tired of hearing about them. For the last two weeks Mike had done nothing but talk about the upcoming game and the national championship that might be had for the winner. Both were undefeated and on a roll. Wayne didn't know much about either team and could have cared less who won. He just wished Mike would shut up.

Mike had been trying to get someone to bet with him on the game but he didn't have any takers. One day at break he was at it again. "All you Alabama folks afraid to put your money on the game?" The others were about as tired as Wayne listening to him carry on about LSU. When he started again they found some where else they had to be. It left Wane alone with him in the break room.

Wayne spoke up, "Just how much do you want to bet anyway?"

"I don't know, maybe a hundred or more."

"You call that a bet? I was looking for much more." Mike couldn't believe Wayne might actually take him up on a bet.

"How much did you have in mind?"

"I figured a game that big; at least a thousand or even five thousand."

Mike liked to have choked; he had never bet that much money on any game. He and Cindy were pushed to make ends meet with a house payment, two cars and a cabin in the mountains. Even with them both working they were spending it as fast as it came in. "I might handle a thousand but I don't have five."

"I just thought that you were a big gambler the way you have been trying to get someone to bet with you. I am just really not interested in anything less than five." Wayne could afford to risk five thousand as he was single and his expenses were nothing like Mike's.

"I wish I had the money to cover the five thousand as I could sure use that extra money coming in. Is there anything else you would like to bet for?"

It only popped in his head when Mike asked the question. "Yea, I will make you a bet on the game for five thousand. If you win you get five big ones and if I win I get a week at your cabin with Cindy." He was only half joking as he would not mind spending a week fucking the pretty blond wife.

For a second Mike was floored. "You have to be kidding, I wouldn't do that to Cindy, and she is my wife."

"Hell I don't want to keep her, just spend a week fucking her." He laughed at the expression on Mike's face. "Mike I was just joking. I just wanted to shut you up about the game."

Mike laughed with him as he was just joking. "For a moment there I was sure you were serious."

"I am serious about being with Cindy, along with another hundred men I can think of right off. I don't think she would go along with your bet."

Mike knew he was right about the men that would like to get in Cindy's panties. He knew she liked to tease and he didn't mind all the looking she received. It pleased him to know he had a wife that other men desired. "You know, I should just take that bet."

Wayne just looked at him like he had loss his mind. "Yea, I can just see you going home and telling her that she had a date with me for a week in the mountains."

"That date would only come if I should loose and I don't see that happing."

"Well the ball is in your court. I have my five but I don't see any sign of Cindy being agreeable to the bet."

"Let me talk to her tonight and get back to you tomorrow."

Wayne didn't care when he got back to him, he didn't think she would ever go for it. He thought of the sexy young blond and was willing to risk the money on the chance to spend a week with her alone.

They had just finished eating and he helped her clean up the kitchen, which was unusual for him. "Ok, what's on your mind? I know you are up to something, you never help in the kitchen unless you want something."

"Set down and let me tell you what I did today." She pulled up a chair to the table across from him and waited for him to get on with the story. "I made a little bet on the LSU-Alabama game this weekend."

Cindy wasn't worried as he bet on LSU nearly every week. He had managed to pick up several hundred on them this season. "How much is a little?"

He blurted out, "five thousand."

"What? We don't have that kind of money."

"We don't have to come up with any money, which is the good part."

"How could you bet five thousand without putting up any money?"

"Wayne made the bet and I took him up on it. When we win we get five thousand. If he should win then he gets to sleep with you." That was when the shit hit the fan!

"YOU DID WHAT?" I don't even like him. He is always coming on to me at the parties. Even though he doesn't say much I get the look from him all the time. I don't even like black men and now you have gone and bet my ass on a dam football game!"

"He is a pretty nice guy, most of the women like him."

"Yea, I know he doesn't have trouble attracting women but he is black. I have never even been close to another man and now you promise me to some black man that happens to like to bet on ball games. I can't believe you would let another man take me to bed and not do anything to stop him."

"That only happens if LSU loses the game. Just think what we could do with an extra five thousand." 

"Didn't you even stop to consider the possibility that your little wife would be fucking another man in your own bed, and a black one at that? I guess I could do it one time if you could take it."

"Well, it wouldn't be quite like that."

"What the hell are you not telling me now? I guess he has friends that get to do me also?" She was mad and he could tell she didn't like it at all.

"No, no one but Wayne. Only it wouldn't be just once and over. He wants a week with you alone at our cabin."

"A week! Dam, why didn't you just tell him to come here and fuck me anytime he wants? You are one dumb shit; I should just pack up and leave you."

He noticed that she said should, not would. "Honey, we could sure use the money and besides haven't you heard how big black cocks are?"

"Just for that I hope he is twice a big as you and can fuck all night long! You can sleep in the spare room tonight. I wouldn't want to use up Wayne's pussy on you." She stormed out of the room and slammed the bedroom door behind her. He heard the lock click. He smiled, it had gone better than he expected. He slept alone thinking about what he could use the five thousand for.

The next day he found Wayne. "The bet is on." 

Wayne couldn't believe Cindy went for it. "All of it?"

"Yes, she was pissed that I had not told her first about the bet but she doesn't believe she will have to pay off anyway."

"You told her before taking the bet."

"She doesn't need to know that."

The game went into over time with Alabama pulling out the win. Mike was sick as he fell over on the sofa. "There goes the national championship."

Cindy just looked at him. "There goes your exclusive use of my pussy. From now on you can say you shared me with a black man and it was all your idea. When does my week with Wayne start?

Mike set back up, just realizing what she had said. He was going to turn his wife over to Wayne for a week alone at his cabin. "Maybe I can come up with the five thousand and you want have to go with him."

"Well, good luck but I don't know where you will find it."

Monday Wayne met him in the break room. "I sure did enjoy the game Saturday. How did you like it?"

"Shut up. I am trying to get you the five thousand so Cindy doesn't have to go with you."

"I don't want the five thousand. I bet on Cindy and our little time alone."

"I can't let her to that. How much would it take for you to call it off?" 

"Just the thought of her on her back with my black cock easing into her hot body is worth more than money to me. Make it ten thousand and she can back out of the bet."

"TEN Thousand! I can't come up with five."

"Good, then tell her to start planning on spending her vacation with me in the mountains." He left the room with a big smile on his face.

That night at home he told her that Wayne wouldn't take five thousand and that he wanted double that to call it off. Cindy set and listened to him talk. She found it a little exciting to know a man though she was worth ten thousand for a week with her. "We may as well get it over with. I have time off coming at work. Set it up with Wayne and let's get it over with. I hope you like knowing you just gave me away to a black man." She got up and went down the hall to her room. He went to the guest room.

They were set to leave by lunch on Monday. Wayne had suggested that Mike be gone when he came to pick her up. Both Cindy and Mike thought it was a good idea. Cindy had been pissed ever since the game and Mike had been sleeping in the other room. He tried to make love to her the night before she left but she wouldn't have any of him. He tried again before he left for work but it wasn't any use.

Mike had barely left for work when Wayne turned into their drive. Cindy was still dressed in her house coat when she went to the door. "You are early." She stepped back and let him enter the room. "I haven't finished packing." He could tell she wasn't very happy to see him.

"I came early on purpose. We need to talk."

"You have changed your mind?" A glimmer of hope shown briefly in her eyes.

"No, I would be a fool to turn you down."

"Then what do we have to talk about? We spend a week doing what ever you want and then I come home to try to put my marriage back together again."

"Cindy, let me be perfectly clear with you. I want you and have wanted you for a long time. I know you aren't happy with the arrangements but you had an opportunity to call it off before the game. I don't expect to spend a week with you frowning all the time. I am going to have fun and I expect you to also. No one will be there but the two of us. You can tell Mike how miserable you were all the time but I intend to bring a smile to your face that soap want wash off."

"Now, I will make you a deal. You dress like I want you to all the time. Which I want to see you naked a lot. We sleep together, kiss, touch, and do all the things lovers do. In return I want force you to have sex with me unless you decide on your own that you want to do that also."

Cindy looked at him as if she didn't believe him. "If I do all that there will not be any sex unless I say it is ok? Why are you doing this?"

"I want to fuck you over and over all week but I have never forced a woman and I want start now. I have confidence in myself that before the week is out that you will be calling for me to take you."

"You have a deal. When do we start?"

"Right now, I help you pack."

"I can pack my own clothes." She headed for her room with Wane following. He liked the way her ass moved under the short robe. What he could see of her legs was perfect.

"I know you can but I want to make sure that you pack some of that sexy stuff Mike is always bragging about."

Knowing that Wayne was going to be seeing most of her naked all week even if there wasn't any sex she picked out the sexist clothes she had. It being Nov. in the mountains she knew she would need some warm stuff but in the cabin Wayne was going to want to see more. She laid her stuff on the bed where he could see it. "Is this alright?"

"That looks good except for one thing."

"What?"

"Where is that tiny little nighty you are saving for something special?"

She looked shocked. "How did you know about that? Mike doesn't even know I bought it for our next trip together."

He laughed, "All you women have one you keep hidden for special nights." He watched as she went to her closet and reached up on the top shelf and pulled down a box. His eyes followed her as she reached up and the robe moved higher on her hips. He could feel his cock getting hard already.

She set the box on the bed and pulled out the tiny nighty and showed it to him. "Is this what you had in mind?"

"Oh yes, I can't wait to see you in it, and I can guarantee that it will be a special occasion."

They left an hour later. He drove and she set across from him dressed in a pair of slack that fit her to a T and a pull over top that showed off her breasts to their best advantage. At least she wasn't making it hard on him by dressing like she was some ones grandmother.

Wayne tried to talk to her but all he got back was yes and no. She put very little effort making conversation. Finally he gave up and just drove. The trip from Mobile to the Smokies was an eight hour drive at the best.

Once in the car Cindy realized that she couldn't turn back any more. She was on her way to spend the week with another man that her husband had set her up with, and a black man at that. She thought about the deal she had made with him and that she didn't have to face having sex with him. Caring out her part of the bargain was going to be hard enough as it was. She had never been naked with any one but Mike and out side of a few kisses at parties and a few straying hands she had never let anything go farther. 

She knew that Wayne was going to want to see a lot of her and might even kiss her. She wondered about sleeping arrangements? Was he going to want to sleep with her even though they didn't have sex? She got to wondering about all the things he might want from her that didn't involve sex. Maybe she had agreed to quick, she should have bargained a little more before giving in. Some where around Montgomery she went to sleep.

Wayne wondered what she was thing about. He noticed that she had fallen asleep and he set back and drove. The sooner he got to the cabin the sooner he could start working on her. He glanced over at her sleeping. He thought to himself, she has to be the prettiest woman he had ever been away with. Just think about running his hands through that silky fine hair made his cock hard.

About the time he got to the Tennessee line they stopped to eat. In the restaurant he noticed that she seemed very hesitant to be seen with him. He was use to people staring at him as if he didn't belong but it was new to Cindy. 

Back on the road he spoke to her about it. "They made you nervous back there?"

"What do you mean?"

"The people in the restaurant, you hated to be seen with a black man didn't you?"

"No, it didn't bother me."

"Your lying, you couldn't eat your food for worrying about what they though about a beautiful white women being with a black man."

"I'm sorry, but this is still the south and they don't like to see mixed couples. I know times are changing but it will be a long time before some will accept it."

"What about you? What do you think about when you see a mixed couple?"

"Honest, it doesn't bother me that much but I still think it is strange. Why would you go with a different race when there is plenty of each race to go around? If my father knew I was going away with you for a week he would come after both of us with his gun. He is from the old school."

"Maybe I can change your attitude before the week is over. Tell me about Mike. How could he ever just let me leave town with you without stopping me?"

"Mike is different. He likes to gamble on ball games, drink more than he should at times, but he is my husband and I love him very much. If he makes a bet he is going to honor it. He works hard and plays just as hard. He spends more than he should but he always comes out on top in the end. He likes men to look at me but this is the first time he knew one was actually going to touch me."

A few miles up the road he pulled over and let her drive. "I need to rest a while if you don't mind driving."

She was more than happy to drive. She and Mike usually swapped up when they went up to the cabin. She glanced over at Wayne and he was already asleep or at least she thought he was. For the first time she looked at him as a man that might be taking her to bed that night. If he wasn't black she might not mind being with him as he was built very well, with muscles in all the right places. 

Wayne didn't get to sleep as fast as she thought he had. With his eyes closed he thought about being alone with her in a couple of hours. He could feel her eyes on him as she looked him over as he had done her earlier. He finally dropped of to sleep. 

Cindy woke him as she pulled of the Interstate in Knoxville. "Where are we?"

"Knoxville, we only have about thirty more minutes before we get to the cabin. We need to stock up on food before we get there."

A short while later with plenty of food and a couple bottles of wine they were back on the road with Wayne now driving. 

Cindy was getting more nervous by the minute. All the way up she had thought something would happen that would prevent her having to stay with him. The closer they got to the cabin the more she came to realize that wasn't going to happen. She had syked her self up to doing what he wanted as long as he kept his word about no sex. She had also thought about all he could ask her to do that wasn't considered sex. That was going to take a lot of getting use to.

She directed him to the road that led to the cabin. It climbed the mountain until near the top she told him where to turn off. All too soon for her and not soon enough for him they were parking in the front of the cabin.




The Bet



"Nice place." He liked the log cabin and also that there wasn't another cabin packed next door to it. Through the woods he could see the lights of another one but it wasn't that close.

"Thanks, we enjoy it."

"I am sure I will also." He could see her turn red even in the dim light of the car. She might as well get use to the idea that he was going to see a lot of her for the rest of the week.

Cindy reached in her purse and found the key. She got out of the car and walked around to the porch. He did the same thing as they moved up the steps together he held out his hand for the key. Reaching for the door he unlocked it and pushed it open. She started for the door and he stopped her. "Let's do this right." He scooped her up in his arms the way a newlywed would carry his bride through the door. 

"What are you doing?"

"For the rest of this week you are my wife. I just wanted to carry you through the door for us to be together."

"You promised!"

"And I will keep my promise. You uphold your part and I will only fuck you when you ask me too." She blushed at the word, Fuck; Mike didn't often use that word with her even in bed. He much preferred making love to fucking. Cindy was pretty sure that fucking was what Wayne had in mind. She just had to make sure that he kept his promise.

Wayne carried her through the door. "Where is the light switch?"

"Over on that wall." With her still in his arms he moved over so she could turn on the lights. As he let her slide down his body he could feel her legs and breasts as they touched him. When her feet touched the floor he leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth.

Cindy felt his hard body as she slid down. The touch of him on her breasts caused them to harden at once. Her breasts were very sensitive and the least little touch had her nipples standing up hard. Then he kissed her and she pulled back at once. "Don't."

"The time has come for me to start collecting my bet. Are you going to keep your word or do I need to just take you on to bed?"

"I'm sorry; you just caught me by surprise." He lowered his mouth down to hers again. This time she didn't pull back but she kept her mouth closed. 

He broke the kiss again. "That is not the way I expect to be kissed." He leaned down and covered her mouth with his again. 

Cindy couldn't remember the last time she had kissed another man. At least not more than a peck on the lips with her mouth closed. She shut her eyes to keep from looking at the black face as he kissed her again. As he pressed down on her mouth she let her lips slide open and his tongue pushed its way in to her mouth. She shivered as he kissed her with his tongue searching out all the corners of her mouth. 

She liked it when Mike would kiss her before making love. It was always a turn on for her to feel him searching her mouth with his probing tongue. 

Wayne held the kiss until she opened to him. He pulled her tighter to his body and let his mouth work over hers. She was soft and sweet tasting, as he tasted the sweetness of her mouth. When she quit fighting him she relaxed and her tongue reached out to find his. His cock gave a jump in his pants that she couldn't help but feel.

Cindy didn't know when she relaxed and let him have his way but she was kissing him back when she realized that was what she was doing. It wasn't nearly as bad as she had expected. If kissing was what he wanted she could handle that.

Wayne finally broke from her. "Now that is much more like it. We can get back to that but we need to unload the car first." Cindy blushed to think that she had forgotten the food in the car while he kissed her.

They unloaded the car and brought in their luddggee . He spoke up. "Which room?"

Cindy had known that he would want to sleep with her but hoped that for some reason he might at least give her the night to work up to it. "That room has a king size bed but the other is a regular one."

"Since we don't need but one I think the king will do just find." He pushed through the door and dropped his luggage on the floor. One look at the king bed and he looked back at her. "I think we will put this bed to good use before the weekend is over." They unpacked without saying anything else.

Back in the den he found the wood and started a fire in the fireplace. The room had been a little cool but with the fire soon roaring it was nice and toasty. While he built the fire she put away the food. She was so nervous that she nearly dropped it several times. She hadn't been this nervous since the first time Mike took her virginity.

Wayne pulled a throw from the sofa and spread it in front of the fire. He set down on it with his back to the fire. "Why don't you pour us a glass of wine and come join me here?"

Cindy poured the wine. Seeing he wasn't looking she down a shot. She quickly refilled the glass and moved to join him in front of the fire. She felt like she need the wine to help her calm down. 

He took her hand and pulled her down beside him. She was facing the fire and he had his back to it. Their hips were touching as he took his glass from her. She started to drink hers but he stopped her. "Let's make a toast." He held his glass to hers. "May this weekend be better than either one of us expected." She hesitated but tipped his glass and drink to the toast.

With both glasses empty she got up to go fill them. "Bring the bottle back with you. That will save you the trouble of having to get up and fill them."

When she came back she moved to sit like she had before. He took both glasses and sat them aside. He turned her face to his and kissed her again. She didn't pull back this time and let him slide his tongue through her lips. His arms went around her and pulled her sexy body to his. He had often thought of holding her like this but never thought it would come to pass.

Her breasts were firmly against his chest as his lips claimed hers over and over until she was answering all his moves with those of her own. He could feel her nipples hard against his chest and this made his cock even harder. He knew that he was getting through to her and that she would give in if he didn't rush her to fast.

When she ended up on her back with him over her she didn't know. His chest was across her breasts and it felt good to have his weight resting on her hard pointed breasts. She had never had any desire to date a black man, let alone spend time letting him kiss her over and over. Not just letting him but going along with it. Only briefly did she think about Mike and cheating on him. It wasn't really cheating since it was because of him that she was now lying on the floor with Wayne kissing her lips and neck and all across her face. His kisses were good and she returned them the same way. 

After a half hour of kissing and holding each other his cock was rock hard which she could feel when he moved against her. Her pussy was now as wet as it had ever been. She found herself wishing that he would just force her to have sex with him like she had planned on doing before he had made the offer to her. No, he had to go and put it on her to make up her mind to fuck the black man.

The fire was dying down and the room getting cool. They had not noticed the room cooling as their bodies were hot enough that they didn't need the fire. Wayne broke the kissing and setup. "Looks like the fire needs more wood."

"There is more outside on the porch."

"I will get it and punch the fire back up. Why don't you go and get that sexy nighty you packed for that special occasion while I tend to the fire?"

Even though she had been perfectly happy to spend the time kissing him she was hesitant to start undressing before him. She knew she didn't have a choice but still she hesitated. "Go on, you made a deal you know." He helped her to her feet and pushed her towards the bedroom. 

In the room she pulled the nighty from her luggage and look at the tiny piece of material. When she purchased it she did it for a trip she and Mike were going to take. The trip fell through and she had not pulled it out until today. It wasn't going to hide anything from Wayne. The tiny bikini panties were sheer nylon and completely transparent. Even the blond hair covering her cunt would be visible to him. The top was just as sheer and her breasts would be in full view. 

It took her a long time to finally get up the nerve to put it on. She knew that he was going to like it, what man wouldn't. Cindy had never been conceded about her beauty. She knew she was pretty and that men were attracted to her and had been ever since she was thirteen. Being looked at on the beach in her tiny bikini by hundreds of men was a lot different than being almost naked with a man she hardly knew, a black man, with her husband's permission.

Once she was dressed she looked in the mirror and realized that she was more naked with this on than she would have been with nothing on. Looking back in a closet she found a robe she had left up here from times before. She slipped the robe on over the nighty. It only came to her knees but it covered her up for time being. She knew Wayne wasn't about to let her keep it on but for the moment she felt safe in it. She went back to the room.

"Oh my god! What are you doing?" 

The fire was roaring and Wayne had taken one of the mattresses from the other bedroom and had it in front of the fire. Two glasses of wine was setting on the hearth, but that wasn't what she was focused on. Wayne was naked, butt naked! He was stretched out in front of the fire watching her come back into the room. "Just a free sample of what you can have just for the asking."

Cindy couldn't stop looking at him. Her face was red but he was the only man other than Mike she had ever seen naked. His body was so black in shined in the light of the fire. Her first thought was how beautiful he was. Tall and slim with a perfectly toned body not to mention that long cock lying on his leg. It was so big and it wasn't even fully hard! 

"You have a problem with me being naked?"

"No, it just took me by surprise. I expected to see you naked sometime this week just not this soon."

"I don't remember seeing you pack that robe. I was looking forward to seeing that sexy nighty you saved just for me."

"I didn't save it for you. I never expected for anyone to see it but Mike."

"I am sure Mike will be glad for me to see you in it tonight."

"I am not to sure of that but I do have it on under here."

He set back up with his legs crossed. His cock was plainly in her field of view. She couldn't stop her eyes from dropping down to see it. Wayne saw her and smiled. "Drop that robe and come down here with me."

"I would feel better if I kept it on." She sank down on the mattress on her knees in from of him. His cock was only a foot from her and she could see it getting harder. 

Wayne leaned forward and pulled her into his arms. As he did she was across his lap and his cock was touching her. She didn't have long to think about it as he was again kissing her. Dam but he knew how to kiss and get her turned on! She didn't even object when he reach for the tie that held the robe together. He released her long enough to slip the robe from her arms.

Cindy knew what he was seeing as the gown hid nothing of her. Wayne leaned back and took in the sight before him. "Oh man but you are beautiful; I would have been a winner if this was all I would ever get." He laid her back on the mattress and moved over her. His lips found first her lips with his tongue exploring her mouth and then moved to her breasts under the thin covering. 

Pushing the top up his lips covered her nipples in a firm hard sucking. His tongue pushing them around in his mouth until she couldn't stand it any more. "Please stop, I can't take it!"

He relented long enough to swap breast before working on the other. For the longest time he worked her lips and breasts over until the top was lifted off and tossed across the room. She was now naked except for the tiny bikini panties and they were soaked with her juice coming from her wet cunt. When his hand moved lower to slide under the waist of her panties she sucked in her breath as his hand moved between her legs. It was embarrassing to be as wet as she was and know that he was going to know it in just a moment. At the same time she couldn't wait for his hand to touch her down there!

She didn't have to wait long as his hand touched her opening. He felt her wet cunt and his finger tickled her clit, bring a moan from her. He moved to his knees and reached for each side of her panties and moved to pull them down her legs. Without even pausing to think she lifted her hips and then she was naked!

Wayne couldn't believe how beautiful she was lying naked before him. Her pure white body and almost white hair naked before him and not making any effort to move away. He let his hands move over her body. From her toes to her head, he touched her. His fingers touched her open pussy as he moved upward. Over her flat stomach to her firm pointed breasts which, though not big were perfect in size for her petite sexy body. His cock was rock hard how and she had yet to even touch him down there, a condition he was about to fix.

Cindy watched as he stroked her body. Every where he touched was like a flame burning her. Her eyes were wide open as she watched his black hands touching her where only Mike had been before this ridicules bet. The color of his skin was as erotic as anything she had ever experienced. When his black fingers stop to play in her open cunt she almost climaxed! She did when he leaned forward and kissed her wet slit!

The tremors covered her whole body as she came down from her first climax of the night and all he had done was touch her with those black hands. As she was coming back down to earth he took her hand and moved it to his hard cock. She jumped when she realized what she was holding. She rose up to see for her self just how big he really was. Her eyes grew big as she looked at him and ran her white hands over him. Mike was big but nothing like Wayne. How was she going to take all of him in her tiny body? The thought of no sex had gone out of her mind the moment she saw his black hands touching her white skin. Now she wanted to see his black cock pushing between her legs into her white cunt.

Wayne lay back on the mattress, his cock was standing up high. "Touch me; get up where you can see what you can have just for the asking."

Cindy quickly set up and caught his cock in her hands. Both hands could barely reach around his black cock. "Suck it." He told her.

"I have never done that before. All I have ever done was kissing Mike down there a few times. I don't know what to do."

"Then kiss it and take it in your mouth. Make love to it like you want to bring me off." She was moving her hands over him all the time and she leaned forward to kiss the head of his cock. He was so hard but his skin felt slick, like silk. She moved her mouth over the head and took what she could in her mouth. She liked the feel of him in her mouth and tried to take even more of him but there was just too much of him.

"I wish I could really take all of you but there is just too much."

"Don't worry, before the week is over you will be doing it like a pro. I know where you can take all of it."

"I do want to but it just feels like it would be cheating on Mike."

"It's not cheating, he knows where you are and that you came up here to fuck. If he hadn't been so stupid you wouldn't be here. I sure am glad he made that bet. We both know we are going to fuck some times this week. I want you and you want me, now wouldn't it be better to get started. Why waste this precious time when we can be having fun for that much longer."

Cindy still held his cock in her hand. She knew he was right, she wanted him to fuck her and the sooner the better. "I don't know if I can take all this."

"You want know until you try. Just say the word."

"You are really going to make me ask for you aren't you?"

"A deal is a deal. The decision is up to you but I would ask you to hurry, my cock is about to burst! I will make it easy on you. Just lie back and open those beautiful legs for me."

Cindy wanted him more than she had ever wanted to be fucked in her life. "Ok." She moved over on the mattress and laid back her legs parted as she watched as he rolled over on top of her. She was at least a foot shorter than him and his body dwarfed hers. She watched as he moved between her legs. She was propped on her elbows watching every move he made. 

Between her legs he lifted her feet and brought them up next to her hips. He then pushed them apart and her cunt opened to him. He couldn't stop himself from stopping long enough to taste the juice pouring from her pussy. She almost climaxed when his black face licked her pussy. His eyes were watching hers as she took in the contrast between the two of them.

He moved higher, kissing her body with each move he made, until he was sucking her tits. Then he moved higher and kissed her lips. His cock was at the opening of her body and she couldn't wait to feel him in her.

When the tip of his cock was at her opening he stopped. "Now is the time, what do you want me to do?"

"You know what I want, just do it."

"I don't know unless you tell me. I don't want you going back and telling Mike that I made you fuck me. Now what will it be?"

"Oh hell, just fuck me!"

"You want my black cock in your white cunt?"

"YES, YES, YES. Fuck me now! WAIT! Did you bring condoms?"

"I don't use them, to much like taking a shower in a rain coat. Now do you want me to fuck you?"

"Oh god yes, Dam I hope I don't get pregnant! Fuck me now!"

He couldn't wait any longer. He reached between her legs and guided his cock to the lips of her hot pussy. She was more than ready for him as he could feel the heat come from her. He spread the lips of her pussy with his cock head as he pushed the first couple of inches in her hot box. "Wait," she cried. "Take it slow; I haven't had anything this big in me before."

He did as she asked, even thought it was a battle for him to hold back. Using all the self control he had he slowly slid deeper with each movement. He stopped each time she was hurting until she used her hands on his hips to pull more and more into her body. 

Cindy had never been as stuffed as she was with his cock in her and he was only half way in. All she knew was she liked the way he felt in her even thought he hurt her at times with the sheer size of him. Even better than that was seeing the big black monster as she looked down between their bodies as it slid deeper and deeper in her. She could not believe how much she was turned on by the difference in their skin color.

After several minutes of trying she felt his balls touching her ass. "You all the way in?"

"Yes, you took the whole thing. How does it feel?"

"Full very full. Take it easy for a while until I get use to you."

"I hope you get use to me quick. I don't know how long I can last with your pussy squeezing me, and I have never been in a pussy so hot. You might burn my cock off."

"You can move now, but slowly." He started the in and out motion as old as the times. At first she barely moved as it hurt her each time he pulled back and then entered her again. Her pussy was wet and it wasn't long before she was well lubricated as was his cock with her juice. He was then able to lift more and then drive deep in her cunt with each stroke. 

BY the time he was fucking her with long full strokes she was answering him with her cunt riding his cock with each movement he made. Her legs were around his hips as she rode his black cock through one orgasm after another. She was screaming each time she came. "FUCK, FUCK, faster, faster." She pulled his mouth down to hers as her tongue pushed through his lips to touch his. Her tongue was working in his mouth with the same rhythm as his cock in her pussy. 




The Bet



Cindy felt him swelling and knew he was about to fill her pussy with his seed. For a moment she thought about getting pregnant but that thought was quickly gone with the good feeling of his cock, bare back in her pussy. "OH yes, yes, give me all you have. Fill my pussy with all your hot juice! OH thank you Mike for this stupid bet! FUCK MMMEEEeee," she screamed as he filled her with his cum. "OH Wayne, I love it!!!"

That was just the start of it that night. A quick shower later and they were back on the mattress with a clean sheet. For Cindy she couldn't get enough of him. Every time he touched her with his black hands or cock or anything else she nearly came. She loved the contrast of their colors and told him so. "Don't you worry honey; you are going to get all this black cock you want this week." He was as good as his word.

Some time later, when the fire was dying down, they made it to the bed. The big king side bed was much more comfortable than the mattress and they fucked again before turning out the light. He pulled her tight to him and his hands were holding her breasts when they both finally went to sleep. 

Cindy woke first the next morning. After a trip to the bathroom she went to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. She was still naked from last night and wasn't at all shy about him now seeing her in the light of day. She was looking forward to seeing him naked in the sun light. Just thinking of his black cock, hands and lips touching all over her body had her hot again. She laughed at herself at how easy it was for her to give in and ask him to fuck her. "Boy I really put up a fight."

She saw the nighty over by the fire and went and got it. She put it on and looked at herself in the mirrow across the room. Wayne had been right; it had been a special night. Maybe it might give him a few ideas for today if she kept it on. Dam, but she was ready to be fucked again!

Wayne woke and missed her. He heard her in the kitchen and could smell the coffee. A trip to the bathroom to clean up and he joined her in the kitchen, naked. His cock was soft until he saw her in that nighty. Like a rocket he was up and running. "Man what a sight for sore eyes this early in the morning."

She smiled and turned around to show him the back as well. "You didn't spend much time looking at it last night and I thought if it was going to be special you might like to see it again."

"I was hungry but now I think I would rather eat something else first."

"Oh no, you need your nourishment if you plan on staying up with me this week." He couldn't believe the change in her form the time he carried her through the door until this morning. There was nothing shy about the way she let him look at her or the way she was looking at his hard cock. He knew that this was going to be a week that neither one would ever forget.

After breakfast they made it back to the bed where he paused long enough to lick her pussy before moving over her and sliding his big cock back in her hot, wet cunt. After a night of fucking she took him without any trouble. She loved the way he filled her pussy up and soon her legs went around him as she kissed him and lifted her pussy up to his cock to be fucked. 

It was feeling good to both of them as he wasn't in as much of a hurry as they had been last night. He was slowly fucking her with long full strokes where she could feel ever ripple of his cock as it stroked across her clit to deep in her cunt. She was just telling him how good he felt in her when the bedside phone rang.

"Dam, who could that be?" asked Wayne.

"It is probably Mike calling to make sure we got here alright."

"Yea I bet, He just wants to see if we are fucking yet. You going to answer it?"

"I need to or he will just keep calling. Get off me so I can get to the phone."

He reached for the phone, "There is no way in hell I am going to pull out of this perfectly fine pussy so you can talk to your husband. You talk and I will continue to do what I am doing."

"Wayne!" Then the phone was in her hand and she was afraid to say anymore or Mike would hear them. "Hello."

"Cindy, are you alright?"

"Yes, what did you expect?" She grunted as Wayne slid deep in her pussy.

"What was that?"

"What?"

"You sound like you hurt yourself."

"No, everything is fine." Wayne was fucking her faster now. She put her hand over the phone; "No Wayne, not now."

"What did you say? Mike heard her but couldn't under stand what she said.

"I just told Wayne to wait a minute, I am on the phone."

"Did you? I mean have you? You know what I mean."

"What do you think? It was your bet that put us up here together. What did you think was going to happen, that we were going to come up here and just enjoy the mountains and the fall colors. That wasn't what the bet was about and you know it!"

Wayne reached for the phone and took it from her hands. As he did he drove hard and deep in her pussy and she cried out, OHHHHhhh.

Mike heard them. "Cindy!"

"Mike, Wayne here. It wasn't part of the bet for you to be calling. We are right in the middle of the best fucking I ever had and you are interfering. If you want to know what is going on I will tell you. Right now my cock is buried as deep as it can go in the best blond pussy I know. Now you can hang up or just listen while I fuck your wife until she screams for release. Now I am going to lay the phone down here on the bed where you can listen as long as you want but after today don't call back again." He lay the phone down next to his side. 

"Come on Cindy lets show him what he gave up." He pulled back and drove deep a couple of time fast."

"No Wayne, not with Mike listening."

"Hell, he probably hung up by now. He doesn't want to hear how much you like being fucked by a black cock." He wasn't about to let her quit now. He was just as sure that Mike was still on the other end of the phone. 

It wasn't but a moment until she was back in full swing of things. She forgot about Mike and the phone. All her interest was on the big cock that was touching every inch of her pussy as he fucked her. Once again she was screaming as Wayne dumped his load of cum deep in her belly.

Wayne was right, Mike didn't hang up. He listened to it all, even to Cindy crying for him to fuck her harder and faster, and then screaming for him to empty all his juice in her cunt. He heard them collapse on the bed and the phone hang up. It was then he shot cum across the room. He had never been as hot in his life as he was listening to his wife fucking the black man. He knew he must be sick. Cindy would never know how much he loved hearing her getting fucked by another man!

Later that morning Wayne suggested they go out hiking and see the trees and fall colors. "I thought you would want to stay in bed all day?"

"Even I can't fuck twenty-four hours a day."

They drove to some trail heads and hiked to the falls. He held her hand as they walked along. They met many others on the trail and saw the looks they received from them. A few times he would even kiss her when he knew some busy body was watching. At first it bothered her but she became use to it and went along with him even to the point of letting him squeeze her tit once with someone looking. It felt so wild to do that in front of some one else. She had on her rings and knew they could see she was married. They just thought she was Wayne's wife.

Before they left for the hiking Wayne had gone outside to make a phone call. "Olivia, Wayne here." Olivia was lady he went with often when he wanted sex or needed a date for some function or other. She worked for the same company as he and Mike and was married but her husband was in Iraq and she used Wayne liked he used her.

"Wayne, surprised to hear from you. I heard you were in the mountains with Mike's wife. Things not going good for you?"

"Couldn't be better, I want you to do something for me." He told her what he wanted her to do and she agreed to help him out. 

"You will owe me big time for this." 

"Thanks, don't forget pictures."

Mike was still at home when the door bell rang. He had been drinking pretty heavy and it took him a while to get to the door. A beautiful tall light skinned black woman was standing at the door. He thought she looked familiar but in his condition he wasn't sure. "Can I help you?"

"I came to help you."

"What?"

"I understand your wife is out of town this week with a friend of mind. He suggested I come by here and keep you company while he is helping himself to your wife."

"Wayne sent you? What is he up to now?"

She had pushed her way into the room and shut the door behind her. "He isn't up to anything but I hope you will be. Which way is the bedroom." She headed down the hall pulling off her clothes as she went. BY the time she came to the bedroom she only had on bra and panties. "You have a problem fucking a black woman?"

Mike was speechless. He had already pulled his cock once more thinking about Wayne and Cindy fucking. Her bra came off before he could answer. She backed on through the door and her panties were down around her ankles and she kicked them off. She looked at his cock which was now rock hard. "I don't think you do. Get naked and let's fuck."

Wayne and Cindy spent a lot of time in bed at some form of sex. Each day was an adventure for them. She was taking more and more of his cock when she tried to suck him. No way would she ever get it all but she had learned that cum, fresh from the source tasted very nice indeed. When his cock wasn't in her pussy his tongue was. 

Cindy never knew there were so many positions to have sex in. They explored them all except her ass. No way was she about to attempt letting him get back there. In the shower he had fucked her standing against the wall. He picked her up and let her down until his cock was buried in her pussy. Her legs were wrapped around him as he fucked deep in her pussy. All he had to do was touch her white body with his black hands and she would try anything he wanted. 

The week was over much too quickly for both of them. After one long fuck that morning they loaded up the car and hit the road. Both had long ago expressed how wonderful the weekend had been. Both had the same thing on their minds as they drove back home; when would they get together again. Not would they but when.

It was a completely different woman going back from the one that came up a week before. Her hand lay in his lap as she stroked his cock. Her dress was short and the only thing under it was her. She kept it pulled up enough that he could see her cunt anytime he looked. "Dam, but you are making it hard to concentrate on my driving."

"I just want to make sure you don't forget me."

"Not a chance."

Mike was home when they arrived. "I expected you earlier."

Wayne spoke up, "We had a little unfinished business to take care off before we could leave. It took longer than we expected. How has your week been?"

Mike turned red. He had taken the week off and spent it in bed with Olivia. Now that was a woman that could really fuck. "Just been hanging out."

Wayne turned for the door, "see you at work tomorrow." Cindy was standing by the door as he walked by. He stopped and pulled her to him and kissed her. Cindy hadn't refused to kiss him since the first time and she didn't this time as she came up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. The kiss lasted much longer than it should have until they heard Mike clear his throat. "Bye Cindy thanks for a perfect week." He turned and pulled the door to behind him.

Cindy and Mike were left alone with neither one knowing what to say. Finally she picked up her luggage and went to her room. Mike followed her.

"Cindy, where does this leave us?"

"I think that is up to you. You started this. I asked you if you could live with it, knowing I was with another man. I just spent a week in the mountains with him with your blessings. I am home to stay if you can live with it."

"Cindy I love you. It was stupid of me to take such a bet. I want you back to stay and I promise that I will never do that again. "They came together as they held each other their mouths touched and he pushed he back on the bed. "I want to love you."

"I love you and want you to make love to me all night." He didn't make it all night but he managed to bring her off several times. While he didn't fill her as Wayne did his desire to make up to her for putting her through a rough week brought her to several climaxes. It was after one of theses he asked her the question that had been burning his mind since he saw Wayne kiss her and she responded the way she had.

"Did you have fun?"

She looked at him and smiled. "YES! YES! YES!"

"Oh fuck I am hard again!" He rolled to her and once more fucked his wife. 

"Mike I have something I have to tell you."

"What?"

"I made a stupid bet myself. I bet Wayne that I wasn't going to enjoy being with him this week. I loss, it was really a great week."

"What was the bet?"

"If I loss he gets to fuck me every weekend for a month."

"Talk about another stupid bet, when does that start?"

"Saturday, can you find somewhere to go?"

"No, if he is going to fuck my wife I am going to be here with you."

"You could watch him fucking me?"

"What do you think?" He pointed to his cock, once again hard. 

She reached over and pulled his hard cock to her mouth. Let me show you what I learned this week. She took him deep in her throat and sucked until he spilt the last of his load down her throat. This hadn't been such a bad week at all. 

At work the next day Wayne waited until the others had left the break room before confronting Mike. "Did Cindy tell you about this weekend?"

"Yea, she said she made a foolish bet with you. I don't think she minded loosing it at all."

"How do you feel about this whole thing?"

"At first I hated to do that to her but after that phone call I knew that she was happy to be on the loosing end. Then I had something happen to me that took my mind off the two of you."

"Would it have anything to do with this?" He handed Mike a stack of pictures. He looked at them at back at Wayne. 

"You set me up?"

"Just a little insurance in case you caused me or Cindy any problems. You can have them now. That is all of them. I talked to Olivia last night. Seems it was a fun week for all of us. She would be willing to come to your house this Saturday if you like." 

"I get it, Olivia for me, Cindy for you. I may be slow but I get that part. Do I have any choice?"

"None, I fuck Cindy and you watch are you fuck Olivia while Cindy and I are together. That sounds like the best deal you have coming."

Eight months later they were at Mike and Cindy's. The time had passed fast for all three of them. Now it was coming to an end. Olivia's husband would be home that week and she would no longer be part of the group. The four of them were in the big king size bed. As usual Wayne and Cindy had started the fucking with the other two quickly following. At some point It was Mike with his wife and Wayne with Olivia. It was late when Wayne dropped Olivia off at home.

It was Friday and Mike stopped by Wayne's desk. "You coming over tonight?"

"I wasn't sure I would be welcome without Olivia to balance out the two men two women thing."

"I talked to Cindy and I think she will like the idea of taking on both of us until we find a suitable replacement for Olivia."

"I will be there right on time." He was week after week. At some point they quit looking for a replacement. Cindy was happy to take care of them both. She suggested that Wayne might stop by some during the week, which both men approved of.



The Bet



If you have read my previous stories, you know my experiences with a few guys that have seen me naked by accident at first but upon my discovering they were there, I just let them look. It still turns me on to think about the neighbor guys watching me sunbath naked and that day on the beach with Stu and Dan. 

Stu and I eventually broke up amicably. I moved back to the city to finish my degree in finance. I bartend at Ric's not too far off campus that has a casual atmosphere with a patron mix of graduate students and young professionals. I generally work only a few nights a weeks which allows me to go to school full time during the day. The money is pretty good and I have developed some regular customers.

The owner, Ric, does not care what we wear to work so I generally wear long pants or jeans with a shirt that will show just enough cleavage when I bend over to let a guy think he is seeing something he should not. I have 34Cs with ultra-sensitive nipples on a thin frame so I know how to play my boobs up if I want to.

Almost all of my regulars are guys so I know it does not hurt my tips to play the cleavage-card. I am also making contacts with people that may help me find a job after I get my degree so I am careful not let them think of me as some mindless twit with boobs.

Anyway, one of my regulars is a guy with whom I went to high school named Tim. I even used to baby-sit for his little brother, Bill, who Tim told me was now 18. I could not believe it. I had lost touch with Tim after high school when he moved out west to go to college and he worked in Phoenix for a couple of years. He was back in town now working for a local business consultant and would stop by the bar almost every night I worked. 

Tim and I were friends but had a flirty relationship. Like the other guys, I would catch him looking down my shirt when I would lean over to get a beer or ice for a drink. 

On his birthday recently, he came in alone early one night but was meeting some friends later. I was wearing a blouse with buttons all the way up the front. Since it was early, the bar was not very crowded. When he was not looking, I undid two extra buttons to below my lacey, push-up bra. It was cut pretty low to maximize cleavage so my nipples were only just covered. After letting him look for a few minutes, I feigned surprise on looking down at my unbuttoned condition.

"Did you get to see enough?" I asked in my best shocked tone as I buttoned up.

"No," he answered with a laugh.

"Well," I said changing back to flirty. "Consider that part of your birthday present then. Oh, and I am picking up your bar tab, too."

"Wow, that is nice of you, Jen, but why don't you unbutton again and let me get the tab," he offered, only half-jokingly, I could tell.

I would see him at the bar and more often than not, we would flirt and tease with each other. I thought he was very handsome but since we had been friends so long, I never thought of him in a sexual way. He showed up almost every night I worked and from the way I caught him staring, it was apparent he had a thing for my tits. 

It was not until the World Series rolled around that he got more overt with his desires.

I have always been a big New York Yankees fan. In the summer and fall, if there was a Yankee game on while I was working, a television I could see easily from the bar was going to have that game on. At this time, the Yankees had one the World Series three years in a row and were on their way to winning a fourth against up-starts that had only been a professional franchise for four years: the Arizona Diamondbacks.

On the night of Game One, I was working and Tim was there as usual. I was wearing my favorite Yankees pinstripe jersey which leaves a flap at the top when unbuttoned properly. 

"You are a Yankee fan?" he asked staring and pointing at my chest.

Sticking my chest out and pointing a finger at my chest with both hands, I responded, "Yes. How did you guess?"

"Lucky guess," he answered smiling crookedly. "When I was working in Phoenix, I had Diamondback season tickets for their first season before I moved back here."

I looked at the scene of the park being shown on the television longingly.

"It looks like a great park. I haven't been to a Yankees game since I snuck up to New York two summers ago for a three game home series. Man, I would love to be able to be there to watch them win their fourth world championship in a row."

"I hate to tell you but the Yankees are going down this year," he said mockingly.

"Wanna bet," I responded without hesitating.

"Sure," he responded just as quickly. "What do you want to lose?"

I was being challenged.

"My car is sure dirty," I offered leaning on the bar to get my face closer to his. "How about you come over to my house after the Yankees win and wash it for me?"

He sat back before responding.

"Ok, but when you lose, you will come to my house in your skimpiest bikini and wash my car. Deal?"

"Oh, we are going that route, huh?" I said tauntingly. "Then you will be washing my car in a speedo!"

"I do not own a speedo," he said smiling before taking a sip of his beer.

"I will find one for you."

"I can probably find my own suit but I do not think it will come to that."

"Deal!" I exclaimed holding my hand out to shake. "I look forward to watching you wash my car."

He laughed as I handed him another beer. "Dream on!"

The Yankees started out poorly, losing the first two games on the road in Phoenix by a combined 13-1. They even got shut out in the second game, 4-0.

Tim had been really rubbing it in being up two games to nothing. I told him I had absolutely no doubt the three time World Champions would find their stride back in Yankee Stadium.

Back in New York, the Yankees did not look great but they played well enough to win 2-1. Down only a game, I felt confident that this was the beginning of the end for the Diamondbacks. I was really starting to look forward to watching some eye candy while my car got washed. I had started wondering about what Tim's body would look like barely covered.

Tim dutifully showed up the night of game 4 and our trash talking continued.

He had a couple of shots before the game coverage began which was not normal for him.

As game time approached, he looked at me a little unsteadily.

"How confident are you the Yankees are going to win the series?"

"Absolutely confident," I answered.

"Confident enough to change the bet from washing my car in your bikini to just wearing a wet t-shirt and bikini bottoms?" he whispered exaggeratedly as he leaned closer towards me and the bar.

I was a bit shocked at his suggestion but did not want it to show. 

"Yes, I am that confident. Are you confident enough in Arizona to wear only some tighty-whitey underwear while you wash my car?"

"Yes, I am that confident," he said mocking me. We shook hands on it.

Game 4 was a nail biter. I was really nervous as the Diamondbacks were one out away from winning in the ninth inning before the Yankees tied it up to force extra innings. Then the Yankees pulled it out to tie the series at two a piece as Derek Jeeter hit a single run homer in the tenth inning with 2 outs to win the game, 4-3. The series was tied again.

Game 5 was much the same except the Diamondbacks' pitching closer, only one out away from winning the game, allowed the Yankees to score and win, 3-2. New York was now only one game away from winning it all again for the fourth time in a row. I knew nothing would stop them. I was ecstatic.

Neither Tim nor I had mentioned the new bet with the greater exposure since right after Game 4 ended. I was not worried at all about the Yankees losing but I guessed Tim was nervous about Phoenix' prospects.

I was absolutely confident the Yankees would handle Phoenix in game six and I was starting to get a bit turned on by the specter of Tim wearing only skimpy white underwear, all wet on my driveway. I was starting to have some really dirty thoughts about him. I was looking forward to seeing what he was packing.

That would have to wait as the Diamondbacks came on strong in Game 6 to win, 15-2. I was in shock. The series was tied going into Game 7. It all came down to this one game. I could not fathom the Yankees losing to this up-start team from the dessert.

Tim showed up as usual at Ric's for the decisive game. He looked nervous.

As I walked back over to him after serving another customer, he said, "I really want to see you in a wet t-shirt."

I blushed a little at his honesty and I could feel my nipples hardening. As he stared at the twin bumps growing at the peaks of my tits, I wished I had worn a thicker bra than the lacey black one I had on.

"To bad since you are going to be washing my car in your underwear sometime after tonight."

It was another tough fought game but as Phoenix prepared to take the field in the bottom of the ninth, they were down to my Yankees, 2-1. I was so ready for them to win and for me to win, too.

Before the Yankees got back on the mound, Tim leaned onto the bar and motioned me to lean in close to him. As I did, he did not even try to hide the fact he was looking straight down my shirt.

"Hey," I said, tapping him on his chin with one finger. "Up here."

"Yeh, sorry."

"Look, I know it does not look good for my team so how would you like to up the stakes?" he asked staring now straight into my eyes not two feet away.

I smiled the smile of a predator looking at cornered game.

"What do you propose?"

"If Phoenix does not pull this game out, I will wash your car naked." He said flatly still staring me straight in the eye. "You can even invite a couple of your closest friends, if you wish, to keep you company."

I was excited at the prospect and I think I let it show with my growing smile. He was really getting to me and I really wanted to see him naked. I tried not to let it show but it was difficult.

"I am glad to see you like the idea so far. Now should the Diamondbacks end up winning this game, as I expect, I want you to play pool with me against a couple of my friends one night here at Ric's."

The game was about to start again but I knew he was leaving something out so I asked, "That is it? Play pool?"

"Well, no," he responded and as he looked down at my tits again, he added, "I will be picking out some lingerie for you to wear while we play."

"There is no way I am going to be paraded around the place I work nearly naked with Ric and everybody else here," I whispered quickly to him not wanting anyone else to hear but showing my annoyance.

As he looked back at me and then the television as New York jogged out onto the field, he responded.

"First, we will do this one night when you are closing alone and locking up. Two, you will be wearing lingerie of my choosing and viewed only by me and the two people we will be playing pool against. And three, Ms. Yankee Die-hard, your boys are winning in the bottom of the ninth so you are probably going to see me naked way before I ever get to view your luscious lingerie-clad body!"

I knew he was gaming me but he was right. The Yankees were going to win and I was going to have him naked that weekend. I could not wait to tell my friends Beth and Amy to come over for the show.

"You are on," I said, feeling an adrenaline rush.

I was so into the game, I stopped serving drinks. Nobody complained. 

The first Diamondback batter reached base. Others were getting hits and with only one out, the Yankees had allowed one runner to reach second base. I did not want this to go to extra innings. Then Phoenix bunted the runner to third base. I was yelling at the TV. 

Then there was a dreadful "crack" sound as a Phoenix batter solidly connected to a New York pitch. It was out of the park.

The Phoenix Diamondbacks had hit a two-run homer in the bottom of the ninth inning to defeat the New York Yankees in Game 7 and win the series, 4-3. It is one of the biggest underdog wins in sports history.

Like lots of other fans, I was in shock but not just because New York lost. I lost a rather significant bet.

After a while, Tim turned towards me smiling but not gloating. 

"Are you working tomorrow?"

"Yes," I answered dazedly.

"Are you closing?"

I popped out of my daze as the significance of the question hit me.

"Yes."

"Want to stay a little late and play some pool, if we can?" he asked with a beaming smile.

"Might as well pay my debt as soon as possible," I said, still in disbelief my Yankees had not won. "Can you give me any hint as to the get-up you are going to have me in? Please, not too exposed."

"Well I do not want to give away too much," he responded. "It will not be see-through and it will offer support." "My, you have put some thought into this," I quipped.

"For a long time," he answered giggling. "You will look great."

He paid his tab and left me a good tip.

"See you tomorrow," he said after we hugged goodbye. I swear I detected an erection.

I could barely sleep that night and I skipped my only class of the day. I was nervous of the unknown. I had no idea what he was going to have me wear but I guessed it would not cover much.

"He said it would not be see-through. That is hard to believe," I thought. "He isn't going to just have me get naked, is he?"

My mind wondered over the unknown.

"No, he said it would have some support. A bra?"

With all this wondering about how exposed I was going to be, I was getting that flutter in my stomach that has caused me to do crazy things in the past. I started to think back about Tom and John watching me lay out naked. And the time on the beach with Stu and Dan. I was getting turned on. I was so worked up with nervous energy, I fingered myself to quick climax in the shower before work.

I was not sure what to wear to work or what I would be allowed to wear after work, if anything, with my lingerie. So I wore my favorite blue, push-up bra and panty set just in case.

I concentrated on work and about an hour before closing time, Tim walked in carrying a small black gym bag. 

"That must contain my outfit for the night," I thought as he sat down.

He had a beer and we talked about the usual things avoiding the elephant in the room. I had a couple of shots to calm me down but Tim seemed calm and to be sipping on his beer rather slowly.

As I announced last call to the other patrons, he broached THE subject.

"How about that World Series? Unbelievable, huh?"

"Yes," I honestly agreed. "Unbelievable. I thought you would show up with our pool buddies. You haven't had second thoughts and are going to let me out of this, are you?"

"I cannot believe for a minute you would allow me to let you welsh on a bet," he said challenging me. "They will be along after closing."

Everyone finally left and clean-up went faster than usual as Tim helped me. Finally, I made sure to turn off lights and lock the door so the place looked closed. I turned on the exterior alarm so nobody could sneak in without me knowing it, even with a key.

There was one pool table hidden by a wall from any exterior window. I manually turned the light back on over that table . I had never noticed how bright these lights were as it seemed to really illuminate everything around the table in the otherwise dark room. I was getting nervous and walked back to the bar for another shot and to grab two beers for Tim and I. I dutifully wrote the drinks down on my tab as Ric had always asked us to do.

Back at the table, I handed Tim his second beer of the night and took a big sip of mine.

"Where are your friends, and by the way, what did you tell them about tonight? I should have never agreed to any of this, much less to do it in front of anyone other than you," I argued.

Tim looked at his watch before answering. 

"Honestly, I was a little drunk when I made that bet or I never would have offered to get naked myself while my team is down in the ninth to the Yankees," he said sincerely.

He continued. 

"This morning I mentioned only that I had won a bet on the Diamondbacks with you so you were going to have to play pool with me in the lingerie of my choice. These guys are actually not the two I had originally thought I was going to ask to join us."

"What?" I interjected. "You are telling everyone about this. I do not want rumors going around about this. I don't know if I can go through with this, Tim. Can't we work something out?"

"Look," he said calmly. "They are the only other people that know about this and they are totally discreet. I don't know if it will make you feel any better but you know them."

"Who are they," I asked.

You will know them when you see them," he answered. "And honestly, they will be more discreet than my roommate Don and friend Pete I was thinking of originally."

"I am so glad you did not ask them," I responded with a sigh of relief. "I have a class with Pete and Don goes out with one of my best friends. I don't know if I could face any of them again. Please, tell me how I know these other guys? You are making me very nervous."

"Relax. You do not work with them. You do not go to school with them. You have never seen them --I don't think-- in this bar," he stated mechanically. "You might be surprised at first but I think you will realize they will never tell anyone and even if they did, nobody would believe them."

"What do you mean?"

"Will you relax? You will understand soon enough," he responded. "I told them to swing by about 1 o'clock figuring you would be nervous and to allow us time to warm up our game. I think you will distract them enough with the attire I have picked out for you that there is no way they will be able to hit a straight shot. Just in case, let's practice."

"Show me what I am going to be wearing," I said looking back at the gym bag on the chair.

"Soon but for now, why don't you get down to your underwear and let's play a game first," he answered with a smile.

"Why not?" I asked myself since the underwear I had chosen was satin and opaque. I had bikinis much skimpier than this.

I took off my shoes and socks. Then I shimmied out of my jeans leaving only my silky black shirt covering my blue bra and thong panties. I looked at Tim and then down as I slowly unbuttoned one and then another of the buttons until finally my shirt hung undone. I turned my back to Tim and shrugged the shirt off my shoulders to the ground.

As I looked over my shoulder, Tim, who was staring at my ass said, "Damn."

I turned around and his eyes went straight to my breasts, wondrously pushed up by my Wonderbra.

Spontaneously, he said while staring, "You know I have always had a thing for your tits, huh?"

"I kind of figured it out since you are always trying to look down my shirt when I lean over in here."

"Woops. Guilty as charged," he answered looking at my face briefly and then back to my body. "You may have to carry our game, too, as you are really distracting. You have a great body, Jen."

"Thanks," I said grinning, starting to enjoy the attention.

"We have about 20 minutes before they should be here so let's play a game."

It was a little awkward at first playing pool where I work wearing only my underwear but I knew it was probably going to get weirder soon. The first time I leaned way over the table with Tim behind me, I stood back up and looked at him. From the look on his face, he obviously had seen the satin in bright light spread tightly across my pussy leaving very little to his imagination.

Just before 1 o'clock, Tim asked me if I was ready to get dressed. Without a word, I put down my cue and took the bag he offered from his hand.

Once in the ladies room, I put the bag on the sink and took off my bra and panties. Staring into the mirror, I knew I looked good. Long legs with shapely thighs; a little brown landing strip; flat stomach; and firm 34C boobs that looked bigger on my 5'6" frame. I could not find a place to lay out topless in the city so my tits looked even bigger because of the untanned portion. My fading tan lines passed just above my quarter-size areolas and my nipples which, as usual, were also sticking straight out about an inch.




The Bet



"I can't believe he would do something like that! I mean, you would think a guy like him would never cheat, but I guess I was wrong. He seemed so sweet and caring; he gave me all of his attention when we were together; and now I realize I was a fucking fool from the start." Deana said as she sat in the office chair crying her little eyes out.

"And you know what makes it worse is the fact that he told me that I might need to get tested for some STD he got from some other bitch he was sleeping around with! I should have never married him in the first place"

The crying girl was right; she should have never married that man - or any man for that matter - in the first place. Men are no fucking good, they are basically fucking sex machines on legs that will put their dick into anything with a cute face, tight top, and loose bottom. Now this poor crying girl is suffering the consequences, because her no good husband gave her some fucking nasty disease. Eugh! Men!. She should have really left that were he was at.

"I am so sorry to hear that Deana, look, here, take this invitation to The Mother Earth Spa, take this number and ask for Dr. Winkle and get tested out, and take the week off with pay."

"Oh thank you so much, it's really nice having a boss like you."

"Oh sweetie, you are so welcome. You take care now."

As soon as Deana left, Raelynn turned around towards Treasure with an all knowing look in her eye. 

"Hmm I know what you are thinking Rae, and that's truly fucking sad, you know? She was such a sweet girl, it really sucks what happens to her." Treasure said

"Well despite her getting some disease from that asshole, I wouldn't expect anything less from him. Hell, I am not even surprised he did this to her. That's what men do; they fuck around behind our backs with some other bitch and come back smiling in our faces. And why is it that the sweet ones get cheated on and get the shit end of the stick?"

"You're so right about that - which brings to mind the subject of what the other woman looks like."

"I'm guessing she's hot."

"And Deana's not?" Treasure asked.

"No she isn't hot; she's beautiful inside and out but, let's be honest about it, men are visual creatures. They want anything that's young and hot, and if they can't have that they get some rebound chick and fucking use her for all she's worth. And that asshole that Deana is with doesn't see how beautiful she is"

"Mmm, miss boss lady, you sound like you have been cheated on before..." Treasure said.

"Oh, I have been, sweetie, and it fucking sucks, but you know what? I have come to live with it. I've come to understand that men - and sometimes women - cheat. Hell, I'm pretty sure my husband is fucking his young secretary over his desk right now: fine by me" Raelynn said with a huge smile on her face.

"Why are smiling about the fact he is cheating on you? Do you have a little toy boy on the side as well?" Treasure asked her boss.

"Mmm no! I don't cheat, I have never cheated on my husband, although I probably should, counting as he probably fucked most of his clients, fellow lawyers, and the many secretaries he has. But cheating never came to mind since you mention it. Actually, to be honest about it, I think I might be asexual."

"Hahahahha what!?" Treasure couldn't help but to laugh at the absurdity of what her boss and best friend had said.

"I am serious, Treasure, I don't think I like sex, or being bothered with somebody for too long."

"So you are seriously okay with your husband cheating on you?"

"Of course I am, how do think I got this job in the first place, hun?"

Treasure's mouth dropped open.

"Your husband got you this job so he can fuck anyone he wants?"

"Uh, no, you silly goose of a girl. What I am saying is that-"

Rae paused for a moment searching the next thing she was about to say. 

"-You know that I am a good writer and editor, don't you?" 

"Of course I do, how would you get this job?"

"Well for the first few years that I started working here at Fem Bitch Magazine I was just some young assistant working for some top notch bitch of an editor. I looked at her with admiration in my eyes, as she was young black woman was such success at running one of the most popular female magazines in all of Florida."

"She gave me hope that, one day, I can do the same, and not be stuck at home being a fucking housewife." 

At the mention of "housewife" Raelynn became instantly uncomfortable. 

"Oh God, just the thought of me being a housewife makes me sick to the stomach. You know the worse thing my mother ever said to me was for a man to cheat on his wife while she's stuck at home, with no job or any type of skill, and she's knocked up with his child. And that's what I was about to become, a fucking housewife to one of Florida's most successful lawyers."

"I mean from the moment I meet him he was a player and players like to play games. Oh, did you know, he is crowned the 'bad boy' of lawyers? That's another reason why I couldn't be with him"

"Well Rae, if you knew he was trouble from the first, why did you meet him and why did you marry him in the first place?" 

"I was getting to that, my little sugar pie. Well, anyways, when I first meet Jacob Itou he had all the girls all over him. They were everything I wasn't. They were tall, blonde, young; models; beautiful women; and he, being the man that he is, could have any woman he wanted."

"Oh come on Rae, you are so fucking hot. Well, you are mostly cute in that black fairy little pixie way. I mean, you are 5'2 skinny, but got a little curves, the freckles on your cheeks goes so well with your caramel skin tone. And not to mention those big doe like eyes fanned with long thick eye lashes. And girl, don't get me started on you lips."

"Hey... are coming on to me Treasure? My God, after all these years I didn't any clue you were a lesbo until now" Rae said with a fake shocked expression

"Oh! Hush up girl, you know what I am trying to get at here."

"Well, anyways, like I was saying, there's a few reasons why I married him. One was that my parents wanted to see their only daughter get married to a seemingly nice man: they pressured me into getting married. Reason two; my father gives fifty thousand dollars to each of his kids when they get married. And last, but not least, Susan placed a bet that if I get married to somebody like Jacob Itou, and he cheats on me, then I will get the job as head [lead writer?] writer and editor." Rae said with a big smile on her face as she swirled around in her big office.

"So that's how you got this job in the first place, by your husband cheating on you?"

"Yep sirrie-bob, well, not only that, but I got him to marry me within four months, that's an accomplishment all on it's on." 

"So what happened to Susan?" Treasure asked.

"Oh she's in London working for Vogue. I still remember the day she received the news. She had this beautiful look upon her face as if she had just climbed Mt. Everest. She was so beautiful that day." 

Rae could remember it like it was yesterday. Her mentor, friend, her boss and lover had made the biggest step in her life.

Raelynn had felt sad and happy for Susan all at the same time. Happy she has finally accomplished one of her career goals, and sad that she was leaving her. Rae had just stood there with tears rolling down her face and a sad smile as Susan was jumping up and down with joy.

"Ooh, Rae, why are shedding tears?" Susan had said, "I thought you would be happy for me? Hell! For us, Rae. I've just landed a job working for Vogue in London no less, and you are going to be running one of the top magazines in Florida! Why are you crying?"

"Um, it's nothing Susan, it's only... tears of joy" Rae had said with a sob "I'm going to miss you, and I love you so much Susan, and I'm scared to let you go, but I understand. But please, will you always remember me? At least call me sometimes?" 

"Mmm, poor baby, of course" Susan had said kissing and licking the tears off Rae's face. 

"Oh God I know this is sick, but you are so fucking beautiful when you cry, my little black pixie." 

Rae had let out a moan as Susan trailed little kisses down her neck. She had slipped her hand into Rae's staring [what's staring?] rubbing her clit with soft sensual strokes. Rae had screamed out a painful scream as Susan bit into her shoulder, but it soon had become pleasurable moans when Susan replaced the bite mark with a feather-like kiss. 

With the sensations that Susan was causing, Raelynn couldn't help but to get wet all over. Cream had come seeping out of her like juice squeezed from a citrus fruit. She had felt her orgasm building when Susan put two slim fingers inside her pussy and started fucking her with nice even strokes.

Raelynn had eventually climaxed when she felt bite into her neck. It wasn't hard or soft; just enough for her to get off. 

"Mmm wow! I am going to miss that sweet little pussy of yours." Susan had said, taking some of Rae's cream into her mouth. 

They had sat for a long moment staring into each others while Susan continued to lick her fingers.

A blaring horn had caused them to break eye contact. Susan went to the window to see the cab driver blowing his horn. "

Ah, hell honey, that's my ride to the airport. I gotta go."

Susan had grabbed her purse and roller-suitcase.

"Wait, where's the rest of your luggage?"

"It's already in London. I got an apartment and everything else I need when I get there."

Susan had already been on her way to living up her dreams before she turned back to Rae and said,

"You know, your mother is right, ya'know?"

"How is she right?"

"One of the dumbest choices a woman could make is being a housewife. And not only that, being a housewife to a cheating man while she's stuck at home with the kids. You take real good care of yourself kiddo. See you later. Kisses"

With that Susan had walked out of Raelynn's life. That had only been three years ago, but she still remembered it like was yesterday. Rae let out another sad happy sigh. Trying to get off Susan she turned towards Treasure and asked her about Samson, her husband of four months.

"So, what about Samson?"

"What about him?" Treasure retorted.

"Ah, come on girl, I know you didn't marry him just for because he's a wonderful person"

"Well I had my reasons. I mean, he's an alright guy, I guess" Treasure said, unsure

"When I first met him he seemed... egotistical"

"I mean, of course he is, sweetie, he is one of the top CEO'S of his marketing firm and, was he not, formerly a model?"

"Well, yeah, you know every time I get around I feel so self-conscious. As in, does he really wants to be with someone like me? I can't really put my finger on it. Have I always never wanted to get married? I mean, the idea of marriage seems like a joke, or a curse. And now that I think about it, the only good thing about a marriage is the ceremony"

"I can honestly say that marriage doesn't appeal to me at all, and men, well, God they're awful"

And to be honest about it, the only thing I ever really wanted was the wedding, oh my god my wedding was beautiful, and I had such a wonderful time."

"I know I was there, I remember distinctly that you got completely shit face with the open bar, and kept a flirty eye on that cute leggy bartender."

"Well what can I say the chick was cute as hell. But the point is that you and I both have similar situations. Both our parents pressured us into getting married to people that isn't right for us. Samson came from a good background, and a family that had money, they wanted him to marry because, despite me being black thought I was a good girl for him to be with, well at least that's what he told me, I have heard different reasons on why he wanted to marry me."

"And I did have my reason's also. Like I said before both our parents pressured us into getting married, but for me it was mainly my mother who did the pressuring. Did you know there sometimes can be a competition amongst women to get married?"

"Well yeah I guess so but I have thought that was so stupid, and silly."

"Yeah well it's true." 

"Wait you got married because of some stupid competition amongst the females you know?"

"Well kind of." Treasure paused for a moment before continuing on. "My mother and sister have a very strange relationship, my mother told me ever since she could remember her and sister were very competitive with everything they did. In fact they were so competitive that they butted heads. I think the reason why they were so competitive was because they had different fathers with different backgrounds, but that's another story for another day."

"Well anyways their competition went down to their children which was me and my cousin Viola. When the day she got married I have a feeling that when the competition between them to rear it's ugly head again. My mother pressured me into getting married. When I first started dating Samson she thought he was a good catch. He was a former model, and was just landing his position as co-CEO of his marketing firm."

"I on the other hand thought he was an ok guy, and he can be nice, but he was just fucking egoistical that it made my head hurt, and way to overbearing at times he was at least more dissent than the other losers I have been with. But anyways my mother finally realize that pressuring me into doing something wasn't going to work, so she bribe me."

"HUH with what exactly." Rae asked

"With a house in North Carolina."

"A house?" Rae asked why a house

"But this house that I am talking about is absolutely fucking beautiful. The house itself sets on a beautiful landscape. The land itself is about 8 acres, with a lake surrounded by Spanish moss trees. And on the west side of the house there's a field red and yellow tulips scattered across the land. The house has been in my mother's family for generations. It was given to them from a great ancestor who was related to someone during the slave years."

"So when my mother finally got control of the situation with the house she bribe into marrying Samson with it. She said that marrying a man like Samson would be good for me, and that I needed him in my life, she also mentioned this with along all the things he could do for us and how we can benefit from him, how I have no idea."

"And now that I really think about it, Samson is not the type of guy that I go for. I mean let's get real; all of my previous boyfriends have been geeks and nerds. And when I first met Samson I have no interest in him none what so ever, but with the house my mother was offering me I took his hand in marriage."

All Raelynn could do was stand there and give Treasure a sympathetic look, then he expression change into amusement. "Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we make a bet on how soon your husband will cheat on you?"

"What?"

"I am dead fucking serious, I mean come on a mean like Samson has got to be fucking around, let's think about it here for a minute: he was a former model, he making shit loads of money, and there's women around him 24/7, and on top of that he's a fucking man whose wife is neglecting his needs."

"How did you know I wad neglecting his needs?" Treasure said.

"By the way you talk about him, you act like he some nasty thing, that you have to be around all the time. And plus you told me the only intercourse you had with was giving him a bj without touching you."

"How did you remember that? Plus maybe the reason why I only give him bj's is because I really don't want to have full blown sex with him. And plus he never complains or say anything for that matter."

"Oh come on Treasure you guys have been married for four months, and the only sexual intercourse you have is oral sex, does he make you cum when he goes down on you?"

"I...umm...I ..umm never let him do that to me." Treasure said

"What? Why not?"

"Because I don't want him touching me, I told you he is not my type. Nerd, geeks, artist's, and musician's are the ones that capture my heart, and not somebody like Samson, so I don't want him do anything I don't want him to. So in order for me to please him for time being, I give him blow jobs. Plus like I said he never complains"

"So I am guessing your orals skills are pretty fucking great huh?"

"Yep." Treasure said.

"Alright listen lets make a bet on how soon your husband will cheat you, and who he will do it with. Before you what's your husband type physically."Raelynn said.

"Well he likes tall women either blondes or redheads. With him being a former model he use to date lots of his co-workers, and I guess women with fashion sense, I mean that's all I could think of at the moment."

"Tell you what if your man cheats on you with either a blonde or redhead I will make it worth your while, and if he divorces you then .....um... lets see what happens until then. Think about it Treasure you are with a man you don't even like, why don't you just let another woman have him."

Treasure thought this over for a few minutes: they have only known each other for six total before they got married. Even with that she really didn't know him, all she knew about him was that he was a model, and he was working for a marketing firm. And just by judging him she figured her marriage wasn't going to last long anyways. So why not speed up towards the ending, and who knows with Raelynn being the type of person she is the perks might be worth it.

Treasure look up at Rae smiling before saying: "alrighty then you're on, I'll take the bet."

"Good girl."

"So I am guessing you will not tell what I will get when my husband cheats and divorces me."

"Not a chance sweet thing." Rae said with a wink

Later that night Treasure was sitting at the kitchen counter writing out her list of ways to make her husband cheat and get out this marriage once and for all.

Eliminate all sexual contact.

Start being bitchy.

Accuse him of cheating non-stop.

Be absent when he's around. 

Hire a cute young maid or gardener.

And lastly but not least change everything about myself, which he won't like.

If she could she would him herself but her mother won't let that happen. Marriage is so fucking hard, and especially with someone you are not compatible with. Hopefully his potentional other woman will take him off her hands.



The Bet



She shuddered in orgasm as I worked her pussy over, and especially her clit with my tongue. I kept at her with gentle licks, even when she tried to push me away. Soon she was trying to jam my face deeper into her pussy and her back arced as she climaxed again.

Sometimes I love being involved with winning bets, and this was one of them. I'd known Beth since forever, and we had gone from being friends, to having a huge falling out, to having to put up with each other since I'd married her sister, to her tolerating me, and now we were at a brand new place. 

Beth was an original; smart, sexy, blond, and stacked. No Dumb Blond here. But sometimes she was so smart, she outsmarted herself. In High school she had been a Cheerleader, Honors student, and the Class Valedictorian; a conundrum. I'd gotten fair grades, but had become a construction worker right after high school. She had gone on to college, and had gotten an accounting degree, a CPA, and added a master's degree after she went into the work force.

I had after five years, started my own construction company, and had swiftly grown it into a big enough firm to require a good sized office staff. At thirty I was reasonably wealthy, had been married to her sister for ten years, and the pre-marriage dating process with June had apparently been what had caused Beth to decided I was her enemy. The resulting fight had kept us at odds for a few years. I had always assumed it was because I was a lowly construction worker, but even success had only made her tolerant of me.

Then the economy crashed; but I had not only survived, I had thrived as I had picked some good diversifications that had allowed me to move in on some of my less well prepared competitors. 

My CFO had decided to retire, and I was looking for a replacement when the news came that Beth was out of a job, as her company had not been managed well. June, my wife and her sister, had convinced me to hire her, at least for the interim. 

The fight between us had cooled off so she was at least civil to me when we met at family affairs, but this was not something I wanted to do, as I did not need her mad at me, and managing my money. I had finally relented under pressure from June, and after a couple of tense meetings we had managed to work out an arrangement.

Two years later, she was still with me and we had gotten over whatever issues there were, and while she was aloof, she was also a damn fine CFO as it turned out. 

June and I had invited her over to dinner and we had had a couple of bottles of wine and were reminiscing around the fire place about our earlier years when we used to be close friends, when it all came out. She had exploded with anger when I started dating her sister, as she had considered me her personal property. When I had decided she was a friend only and started dating her sister, her feelings had switched to a bitter hatred. 

Finally it all made sense. 

Then she said it. "We never even got to fuck Johnny boy! I had been keeping my cherry for you, and you threw it away!"

June giggled and said I had gotten her cherry, and she never regretted that.

"Fuck you June! Maybe I should have been a slut like you! Oh Fuck it, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that. Hell, I don't enjoy sex that much anyway!"

It was the wine talking and June said so.

"Yes you're right June, at least about me cursing at you; I'm really sorry June, but not about the sex. Shit without a vibrator, I've never had an orgasm! Maybe I'm a Lesbian and don't know it."

Now she was descending into a drunken depression, and June didn't like that. 

"Oh come on now! You have had lots of boyfriends over the years!"

"And not one has ever made me cum."

"Come on none of them licked you to an orgasm?"

"Shit no! Generally they are too rough, too timid or won't go down there!"

"Won't go down there! I don't believe it!"

"Me neither!" I chimed in: "Viva Box licking!"

"You're saying you get off on being licked down there June?"

"Damn near every time, and since long before we were married!"

"I don't believe you!"

"Sister, he's really good with his tongue."

"Thanks honey!"

"Sush! This is girl talk!"

"Damn; I'm sorry, I'm just a fly on the wall now!"

June pulled me close and kissed me.

"Get a room you two!"

"You're just jealous!"

"Damn straight; never got my turn, and now it's too late."

"It's never too late Sister!" June giggled drunkenly.

"Oh Hell, I'd rather go home to my vibrator and a sure orgasm."

"I bet he could give you an orgasm!"

Beth sniffed at her. 

"He can! I know it!"

"Just drop it June, it's too depressing!"

"Tell you what sister, you let him lick you to an orgasm, and I win the bet, if you don't orgasm, you win the bet!"

Beth just about chocked on the wine she was sipping. I stopped before I started to sip and barely avoided that same fate.

"Let's not be silly, there is no bet, besides what would we bet?"

"If I win... he gets to fuck you, if you win, I'll pay for your next vacation!"

"Yeah right! You're going to let your husband lick and fuck your sister!"

Beth laughed. "Oh I wasn't finished sister; I get to watch! I've always wondered what it looked like to have him pumping a pussy, so I get to watch!" June was grinning evilly, like she was already seeing it.

"Sister mine, you're nuts!"

"And you're chicken! Is it a bet?"

"And what does Johnny boy say?"

I shrugged and said: "I figure I win either way. You guys set up the terms I'm just the tool!"

"And a wonderful tool you are honey!"

I knew this was just wine talk, but it was fun to see those two treating it like it was serious. Then June stepped it up.

"Beth get your panties off, I think we have a bet. Only just to make it a bit tighter, if I win not only does he get to fuck you, but if he makes you climax there too, you have to eat my pussy. I've never been eaten by a woman, and I'm curious how it differs!"

"And I get a vacation to Cancun? That's where I want it to be..."

"Done!"

Beth looked at June hard and then me, and then took a long drink of her wine, emptying the glass.

"Fuck it! Cancun here I come! I won't cum, so lick away Johnny boy!"

She pulled her skirt up and peeled her panties off and sat on the edge of the couch. June pushed my shoulder to get me moving. As I did, she moved so she could watch close. I unzipped Beth's knee high boots, and peeled them off. They thudded on the floor as I tossed them aside. Spreading her legs, I flipped the skirt up and was a bit surprised she was clean shaven.

"Oooo a bald one! I have a landing strip still!" June quipped.

I caressed Beth's legs a bit working up them slowly. Soon I was brushing the backs of my fingers across her pussy lips and she sighed. Blowing gently across her pussy lips I kissed her down one thigh, and gave the lips a gentle lick. She moved when I did so, and I knew then June would win her bet.

I licked and nibbled and made part of the alphabet on her clit, and sucked on it, and fingered her pussy when I wasn't licking and probing it with my tongue, and even used some of her pussy juices to paint around her rosebud, tongued the perineum which she clearly liked, and as she got wetter and wetter, her breathing got more rapid. June unbuttoned Beth's blouse and damn if she wasn't braless underneath it. The top had had bra cups built in, so now her breasts were open to the air and our sight. Beth began to play with her tits, and I suspected she had completely abandoned her plan to win this bet.

Then it came; she shuddered in orgasm as I worked her pussy and especially her clit over with my tongue. I kept at her even when she tried to push me away. Soon she was trying to jam my face deeper into her pussy again, and her back arced as she again climaxed.

"Oh Fuuuuuuck!!!!! Fuck Me God I need a cock! Please! Fuck Me!"

That was the bet, and June was helping me strip as quickly as possible. I just rammed it in, and started fucking her for all I was worth, before I forced myself to slow down and pace myself. I was going to enjoy this, besides there was the second bet to consider. It would be interesting to see my wife being pleasured by her sister. 

Beth was panting as she moved closer to her third orgasm. Her eyes were practically black and I'd never seen her in such an animal lust. I thrust faster as she began to hit peak.

"NNNNNnnngggggg, Hungk! Hungk! Hungk! Hungk! Hungk! HaaaaaaHHHHHH!!!!!! Yes! Fuck! Shit Fuck Damn YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!! Ohhh Fuck! Oh Fuck me! God Damn; fuck! Yes! Fuck me! Ohhh!!!!!........"

She ran out of breath for words and just pumped the air in and out of her lungs for a few moments.

"Holy Shit! What the fuck was THAT?"

June moved around and positioned her face near Beth's. She placed one hand on her cheek and pulled her to face her. She kissed her and pulled back an inch. "Welcome to how love and sex should be my lovely sister!" She kissed her again and pressed forward, and Beth opened her mouth to accept June's tongue, and gifted June with hers. I simply kept slowly fucking her, as while I had gotten really close, I was getting back under control. I suckled at on breast and then the other and Beth shuddered in another small orgasm. 

June broke the kiss and quickly striped out of what was left of her clothing. (She had been masturbating as she watched the live show...) and placed herself reclined on the couch, so she was open to her sister, and ready to collect on the second part of the bet. 

I slowly disengaged, and helped Beth up and had her kneel on the couch in front of her sister's open pussy. She slowly moved her face towards it and started with a tentative kiss, and slowly started to get into it. 

He ass was in the air, and I had yet to come, so I got behind her and slipped back in and gave her a very slow, leisurely fuck as she worked her mouth on June's kitty. June was clearly enjoying the licking she was getting and flashed me her happy smile as we settled into a rhythm. 

June was clearly enjoying the whole thing as she alternated between eyes closed and mewing as she was licked, and eyes open and blowing me kisses. She licked her lips suggestively, and I eased out of Beth, and came up to June and offered her my cock to suck. 

"Mmmmm, Delishiosuh!" she said around my cock and after a hard deep suck, indicated I should go back to fucking her sister. 

We did this several times before she stopped the activity, and repositioned her and her sister so they were in a sixty-nine, with her on the bottom, and told me to "bring that cock here!" 

She gave it another hard suck again, and inserted it into her sister, and was lapping away at her sister's clit, and pussy lips and the underside of my cock as I fucked Beth, and Beth ate her. My eyes drank in the show.

Every So often she would pull it free to suck the juices off. We were slowly building up into a climax, and first it hit June, quickly followed by Beth, and I finally exploded in my own climax, as all the sexual sensations and tensions finally caught up with me. I stayed inside Beth as long as possible, until it finally came out, to Beth sounds of disappointment, and to be immediately sucked clean by my wife.

Once she was done I backed off and watched as she tenderly licked and sucked her sister clean of my spunk and her juices. Beth gave June's pussy one last lick fest, and rose to vertical, and sat next to her sister's head, stroking her cheek.

"I have only one question; why didn't we try something like this AGES ago!"

Beth started to laugh at June's comment, and I saw her absolutely happy in my presence for the first time in many years. It was the old Beth from High school lighting up her face. 

"I don't know June, I had too much built up bitterness, I guess. God! I feel like a new woman in more ways than one! Thank you, thank you both for this!"

We chatted for a time about the experience, and June admitted she was VERY happy to have lost the bet. June said she wanted it so everyone was a winner and suggested we take a holiday to Cancun, all three of us together.

"I'd feel like a third wheel June."

"Why would you feel like that? Do you plan on sleeping alone? We can all fit in a king sized bed; I don't plan on having this a onetime drunken experience, do you?"

"But..."

"But nothing. This works!"

"Your marriage..."

"Look this isn't going to do a thing to damage our marriage, and we are all family. If you think John can't handle the two of us, you weren't paying much attention just now!"

"John?"

"Look Beth, I never understood your reasoning for being mad at me for much of the past ten years or so, not until tonight. Let it ride easy. We both love you, we always have. And as Beth said, nothing will ever shake my love for her. Sure, it takes a special person and a special relationship to be able to do this, and no one is saying it is for life. Who knows, you might find your special person and want out a week from now. If that happens, you can be sure we will still love you. But you are welcome here in our home. 

June got up and came over to me and kissed me passionately. "You said it perfectly Lover!" She turned to Beth. "So what's it going to be? Shall we celebrate a new beginning with a shower together? There is definitely room for three in there! And maybe a Hot tub afterward?"

June opened one arm and reached to her sister inviting her to join us. She did, crying and smiling. Kisses were traded all around, and nothing was held back by anyone. 



The Bet



WAR AND PEACE

Dean and I were co-workers at an Italian family restaurant. We were not friends at first. In fact, we fought like cats and dogs. Looking back, the arguments were petty and immature. And that goes for both of us.

But one day, I crossed the line. And it damned near got me fired.

One day, he was talking about his mother to a co-worker. I only caught half the conversation and didn't understand the context. About ten minutes later, I said something sarcastic to him, he said something back, and then I made a vicious comment about him being a mama's boy. He looked as though he was about to blow a gasket, but all he did was walk away steaming mad. He had to be sent home because he was so upset. Then I got royally chewed out by Chris, the assistant manager. He angrily told me that Dean's elderly mother was very sick and in a nursing home. Mainly heart disease.

"The guy's got a lot of things on his mind, so stop yanking his chain, Taylor or I'll fire you so fast you won't fucking believe it," he said.

I immediately felt terrible. I didn't know she'd been ill. If Dean would've told me, I would've apologized and backed off. I can't say I liked the guy (at least not then,) but I didn't hate him either. But I'd crossed the line and felt shitty about it.

The next day was Dean's day off. I learned that his mom died the next morning. Dean immediately took bereavement leave. Almost two weeks. During a lull in the dinner rush on his first day back, I decided to try to bury the hatchet. I asked for some time to talk to him. I approached him and apologized and told him I was sorry about his mom. He looked surprised and grateful and apologized to me. It was emotional for both of us. As he talked, I saw a side of Dean I really didn't know existed. Underneath all the pain and the distrust and the idiosyncrasies was actually a pretty decent guy. He didn't want sympathy, but it was hard not to be a little sympathetic. We never had a "Dean and Taylor moment" again. And over the next few weeks he began coming out of his shell. He was undergoing counseling for the grief and whatever else was eating at him and he became a changed man.

ABOUT A YEAR LATER


My car broke down. I got it towed to a local garage and I called the restaurant and asked if someone could possibly pick me up. Dean, who was working the lunch shift for the regular guy, came out. En route to the restaurant, we began talking. Even the next day, which was his day off, he offered to give me a ride to and from work. And he refused payment. Not once did he hit on me, although I did see him sneaking peeks and looking sad. I let it go.

It's probably been a while for him, I thought.

While Dean and I had made up, there was a new thorn in my side.

Bethany had been hired a month earlier. And she was getting more than a little attention from the male customers. This little blonde bitch became notorious for using her big tits and her ass as an added attraction to wring tips from male customers. I'd tried to be civil to her and tried impose some standard of professionalism. But nothing worked.

Our professional disagreement developed into a full-blown rivalry.

One day before our shifts began, we got into a fight about her behavior the night before, which I felt was more over-the-top than her usual. A group of Masons were having dinner and Bethany went into her act. She was completely unprofessional and I told her that such a display was suited for a strip club, not a family restaurant.

"At least men pay attention to me," she said. "More attention, bigger tips. You and that skinny body of yours? Puh-leeeze!" She rolled her eyes.

I hate this attitude among some women. Without surgery, I fully realize I'd probably never be classified as voluptuous (I'm in the lanlube/athletic category,) but I'm not complaining.

THE BET


I decided to show Bethany a thing or two.

"Okay, Bethany. Let's make a deal. If I earn more tips tonight, you work for me on my birthday," I said.

"Deal. And if I win..." She spotted Dean arriving for work and smirked. "And if I win, you have to fuck Dean," she said quietly.

"WHAT!?" I screamed. I couldn't believe what I'd heard. Then I realized that others might eavesdrop and lowered my voice.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me, Bethany!"

Dean and I had made peace, yes, but I didn't feel sexually attracted to him at all. He was much older for starters; probably his late thirties to my twenty-five. His mop of wavy dark brown hair was showing strands of gray here and there. He was still a little thick around the midsection despite a massive weight loss and occasional visits to the gym. He'd improved some in the looks department, but it was hard for me to decide if he could be considered handsome or not.

"Nope," she said. "You really think you're better than me, Taylor? Prove it if you've got the guts. And I have to see you do it. My brother has a spycam I can borrow. All you have to do is turn it on and hide it somewhere. It's tiny and he won't know it's there. I can hook into the feed on my laptop in my car to make sure you don't welch on the bet."

"You some sort of pervert, Bethany?" I said, still not believing this conversation was happening. "Why don't you fuck him then?"

"I'm saving myself," she said proudly. "You know, that right man, right moment thing? I shudder to think how you lost your virginity, Taylor."

"As uptight as you are about sex, it would be a miracle if your cherry could ever be popped to begin with -- little girl."

"Fuck you, bitch! I'm more woman than you'll ever be."

"You haven't got a clue."

"Yours should have an open all night sign tattooed on it, Taylor!"

I'd had it with her!

"Okay, Bethany. Tell you what: You're on! If I lose, which is unlikely, maybe you'll even pick up some pointers from a real woman for whenever you do decide to have fun with that useless cooch of yours."

Although tips were a little higher, I lost by a measly fifty-three cents. I groaned during the cashout. Bethany smirked at me.

Oh, why did I do this? I thought.

THE SETUP


We knew Dean's schedule. Both he and Bethany had every Tuesday off, and I traded shifts with another girl for that day off as well.

Then Tuesday came.

Going into my best damsel in distress act, I got Dean's phone number from work and called him under the pretext of having a computer problem and needing to complete something important. I begged him to come over to look at it because I was clueless about the thing.

"Uh... Sure, Taylor. I can be there in about a half hour or so," he said.

"Oh, great! Thank you so much!" I said. After I hung up, I activated Bethany's brother's spycam and hid it in a plant in the bedroom. I called Bethany's cell to tell her he was on his way and gave her the address of my apartment building. When she arrived, she called me and we got the aiming correct.

"I hope you rot in hell for this, Bethany," I snapped.

She hung up without a word.

Dean arrived in about the time he estimated. After several minutes of tinkering, he said, "I think all you really needed to do was reboot it and do a little maintenance."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I walked up from behind and reached around and grabbed his cock through his jeans.

"Whoa! Damn... Taylor?" he said nervously as I jacked him a little.

"Did you set me up or something?" he asked.

Ouch!

"Yup," I said grinning. Inside, however, I was cringing. For a lot of reasons.

"I just got a little lonely," I lied. "Besides, you acted like you needed some attention, so..."

THE DROUGHT ENDS


He turned around. "You serious?" he asked, still nervous.

I pulled off my top. I wasn't wearing a bra. They're more perlube than big. 32B.

"Serious as a heart attack!"

Then I remembered his mother and meekly apologized for my choice of words.

"Oh, my..." he said, taking a shalube deep breath. "God, Taylor. I love them! Beautiful."

The bulge in his jeans was growing.

"Not too small?" I asked, lifting them up and pushing them together.

"No, no... I love small breasts. You mind?"

Without waiting for an answer, he kissed both my nipples. I gasped involuntarily. He smiled, but is seemed to be more out of relief than happiness or excitement. Then I put two and two together.

"Dean, how long has it been since you were with a woman?" I asked.

"Almost ten years," he said shyly. "I've been toying with the idea of going to Nev..."

I put a finger on his lips to silence him.

"The drought ends tonight," I said.

Dean breathed deep and gave me a look of gratitude. I kissed him on the cheek. At least he smelled good. Just shampoo and soap. A pretty good sign he wasn't expecting to get laid. I sure hoped Bethany was getting off on this. I wasn't. But I'd made a deal and I prided myself on my integrity despite this being the result of a bet. Besides, it had been over a week-and-a-half for me and I'd had worse and somehow survived. I didn't feel I was exactly lying to Dean, but it bothered me that I wasn't telling the whole truth. But I sure as hell was not giving in to Bethany no matter what. What I was going to do was slightly exaggerate to try to make Dean feel a little better about himself no matter how lame he really performed.

And I wanted to rub it in Bethany's face to make her think her bet had backfired.

But instead, Dean surprised the hell out of me. We quickly undressed each other and he proceeded to make me go crazy fingering and tonguing my pussy. I came hard twice. I'd misjudged him completely! Then I thought of Bethany outside watching it all unfold.

She must be going nuts! I thought. Take that bitch!

I deep throated Dean to full erection.

"Oh, baby! Oh, baby that's nasty!" groaned Dean.

He had a really nice cock which would be perfectly suited for any girl. Not too long and not too thick. I told him to lie down on the bed. As I was about to lower my dripping wet pussy onto him, he drew me close, hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and with tears welling in his eyes, said "Thank you, Taylor."

It was an unexpected tender moment. Then I began to feel really guilty.

"You're welcome, Dean" I whispered in his ear and guided him into me.

"Oh! Oh, damn that's so tight!" groaned Dean.

After working myself down all the way and using my muscles and slowly grinding on him for a few minutes, I felt Dean thicken a little inside me. And it felt wonderful. He looked happier than I'd ever seen him. He soon took control and fucked me silly. For a guy who hadn't been with a woman in a decade, Dean's lovemaking skills were sharp save for a few minor fumbles, and he damn sure knew his way around a woman's body. He ended up giving me another huge orgasm. I screamed and convulsed when it hit. After I quit convulsing enough to do it, I blew him to orgasm while I fingered myself. He groaned loudly and shot an enormous gooey load right in my mouth. It was a miracle I got it all.

Dean fell back onto the bed and exhaled.

"Incredible! You're incredible, Taylor," he smiled as he cooled off. "Whew! Thank you."

He sat up, took my hand and kissed it.

Dean? A romantic? I thought. Who would've guessed?

I could not help but cry. He wiped them away.

"Hey! Hey, what's that?" he said softly. "Taylor, you're too beautiful to do that. Then he cocked an eyebrow and said, "So stop, huh, before you get me going."

I snickered. Dean recharged quicker than I expected. In the meantime, we held each other and talked. A short time later, he was ready to go again. His cock began to harden.

"Damn! You on Viagra or something?" I joked.

He reached around and cupped my breasts and kissed me under the ear.

"Nope," he said. "Don't need it."

I giggled. Despite all my initial reservations, I'd ended up loving every damned second of it. Losing to Bethany was a blessing in disguise. But I'd satisfied our bet. The next one was strictly for us. I wasn't sure whether this was a only a one night stand or it would lead to something serious, but I loved it.

If the people at work learned what we were up to, they'd probably faint dead away.

I started going down on Dean again, but a knock at the door interrupted us. I rolled my eyes and wondered who the hell it could be. Dean groaned and threw up his hands in exasperation.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me!" he said.

Then it hit me.

THE MAKING OF TAYLOR

Bethany? Nah... Couldn't be! Did she see it all?

I quickly put on a robe and walked to the living room, closing the bedroom door behind me. I opened the door and a flushed Bethany walked in uninvited.

"Bethany, what the fuck are you doing?" I whispered through clenched teeth.

"I can't help myself," she said breathing heavily. I was confused. She walked toward the bedroom.

"Just don't tell him about the bet!" I whispered. "I mean it! I'll do whatever you want. Just shut up about it."

"The bet?" Bethany looked over her shoulder and scoffed. "That's ancient history,"

She smirked as she boldly opened the bedroom door and walked in.

"Bethany!" I whispered loudly through my teeth as I ran after her.

"Bethany! What the hell?" I heard Dean yelling.

"Dean!? Oh, goodness I thought this was the bathroom! Oh, goodness! I caught you two at a bad time. Oh, I am soooo sorry! "

"It's alright," said Dean. "Why are you out this way? You live on the other side of town don't you?"

"Oh, I... uh... I was just in the neighborhood and I realized I've been a real bitch to Taylor and wanted to make it up to her," she said as she squirmed and tried to straighten out a non-existent wrinkle in her skirt.

"Okay," said Dean. "I can understand that." But he was confused.

"Oh, damn!" said Bethany as she squirmed again. "While I'm here, I don't suppose you guys wouldn't mind company?"

She smiled nervously and squirmed yet again.

"Bethany?" I said. "Are you...?"

"Dammit! Yes!" she cried. "Look!"

She hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties aside. Her tighty whities were soaked and her little peach fuzz pussy was glistening. I thought she was going to pass out. I was speechless.

"I couldn't help it," she said shyly.

"Wow... Bethany!" Dean said, gulping in disbelief. "I don't know... Are you sure about this?"

"Yes," she nodded shakily as she began undressing. Soon she was completely nude.

Oh my God, she was really going to do this!

I couldn't help but stare at Bethany's curvy body with my mouth open. Whatever I may have thought about her personally, I had to admit one thing: she was damn sexy! I suddenly wondered if she was recording all this and worried that it would be up on the Internet. And I couldn't do anything about it!

Bethany kissed Dean full on the lips and jumped into bed and straddled his shocked face. He spread her open.

"Whoa!" he said, seeing her hymen. "Bethany, are you absolutely positive...?"

She nodded. "Positive."

"Okay," he said in an uncertain voice and began going to town on Bethany's virgin pussy. She was moaning like a madwoman in seconds.

I took off the robe and climbed onto the bed and began deep throating Dean again. I could not resist reaching over and grabbing Bethany's beautiful ass and licking her right above the crack. It's a major erogenous zone for me and apparently it was one of hers, too. She stiffened and moaned. Her smell was incredible. She went nuts when she orgasmed a minute later. Dean lapped up as much as he could.

"Alright, Dean," she said panting. She backed up on her knees and straddled his cock and put the head right against her hymen. "Make me a woman!" she commanded and looked right at me.

"Oh God!" moaned Dean, as he kneaded her ass and fondled and kissed her tits. She moaned loudly. "I don't fucking believe this is happening!" he said deliriously.

"Hold on," I said. By now, my juices were literally running down my leg. I ran into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. However turned on I was, I still didn't want blood on the mattress. The big bloodstain on my old mattress at home was a reminder of the night my cherry was popped. I lied to my parents and said I'd had a nosebleed during the weekend they were gone. I straddled his face and then leaned over and kissed Bethany deeply and felt her beautiful tits. She looked stunned, but offered no resistance and even began to feel my tits with one tiny hand while stroking Dean's engorged cock with the other and rubbing it on her pussy.

"Damn, girl!" Dean said. "I don't know who's more excited!" and he began lapping at my clit and fingering me. After the orgasm, I got off him.

"You ready, Bethany?" asked Dean.

She nodded with tears welling in her eyes.

"I'll try to do this as easy as I can, but..."

Bethany nodded again.

Dean lined it up and grabbed her hips. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Dean thrust upwards sharply.

"Owww...! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she cried. "It hurts!"

"It won't hurt long," said Dean, stroking her hair to comfort her.

Tears flowed and a trickle of blood leaked out. Dean pulled out and I cleaned them up.

"Okay, the worst is over," he said. "Try not to contract. Just relax and let me do the work, alright?"

She nodded.

Dean re-entered her pussy, causing another loud whimper. Bethany groaned as he slowly buried his cock to the hilt in her. After a minute to get Bethany used to the feeling of having a cock all the way in her, Dean began to slowly fuck her. Soon the whimpers turned to moans and panting and a smile began appearing on her pretty face. Dean went faster and Bethany began to really enjoy herself.

I'd been with several women and could probably call myself almost bisexual. But riding her first cock, Bethany looked prettier than all of them combined. When Bethany finally experienced a real orgasm, she grunted and screamed. She had another soon afterward. But the real surprise was yet to come.

Bethany dismounted Dean, got on her knees, and stuck her ass up in the air and said, "Take it all!"

"God, Bethany, are you...?" Dean said. His eyes were as wide as saucers.

"Do it!" she yelled as she fingered her tiny asshole.

I opened the nightstand drawer and handed Dean a tube of lube. He looked at me in shock.

"I like anal," I said simply.

In fact, I'd planned to ask Dean to do it to me. I remembered the first time I took a cock in my ass and envied Bethany. And I admired her courage. It took over four years for me to have the nerve to take the anal plunge. Now I love it. After lubing her and then himself and working it with a finger, Dean told her to spread her ass wide with her hands and put the head of his cock against her virgin asshole and pushed slowly.

"Ooooh! Owww!" Bethany said. Her face was a mix of pain and pleasure. I diddled her clit as Dean's cock slowly went in deep.

"Oh, fuuuck that's tight!" he groaned.

Bethany simultaneously moaned and whimpered and growled every step of the way. When it was buried in her, I thought I even saw a hint of a smile. After a good ten minutes of plowing her back door, Dean shook his head.

"Oh God, Oh I can't hold back," he groaned and pulled out. He turned Bethany around, stuck his cock right in front of her pretty face, told her to open her mouth, and began pumping. Dean groaned loudly and let it loose. The cumshot was huge. She managed to swallow most of it and wiped up what missed her mouth with her fingers and licked them clean.

Damn! I swallowed that much?

Afterward, Bethany fell back smiling from ear to ear. She was almost giddy. I could not believe a bet over tips had led to this. But I didn't care either. I showed Bethany some womanly attention while Dean watched and recharged. Her pussy was amazing and she did an admirable job on me. It didn't take long for Dean to get hard again and he even fucked my ass while I ate Bethany out. The night ended with both Bethany and I taking turns blowing Dean to his third orgasm of the night. Bethany took to sucking cock like a fish takes to water.




The Bet



Dean leaned back against the headboard breathing hard and sweating profusely. He was spent.

"Unbelievable! Oh my God, this is unbelievable! Oh, you girls just gave me the night of my life," he said.

Bethany and I cleaned up and rinsed the residual cum in our mouths down with a glass of water. She was glowing.

"It was a dream night for me, too, Dean," said Bethany, leaning over and kissing him. "I feel... I dunno? Different?"

"After all that, sweetie, you should be feeling different," I said, kissing her.

"Oh, Taylor, I can't believe I used to be that other girl," said Bethany. A little bitterness was in her tone. "Showing off my tits and shaking my ass for a couple of extra fucking dollars and so damn concerned about Mr. Right? What bullshit! You know, I should tell my mom about all this just to make her feel guilty about all that garbage she fed me. It would fucking serve her right!"

"Don't," said Dean, propping himself up on an elbow. "Just don't."

"And why not?" asked Bethany.

"Because she's your mom, that's why. Be thankful she's still alive."

Dean looked sad.

"Bethany, were you loved as a child?" he asked.

"Yeah!" said Bethany defensively.

"I don't know. Maybe she didn't want you to make the mistakes she made," suggested Dean. "Maybe she's just worried about her daughter. There's millions of vultures out there who wouldn't think twice about exploiting a beautiful woman like you and maybe she was trying to protect you. So please don't do it."

"Okay, Dean. I won't then." she said.

"Good!"

THE END OF THE WAR

Dean sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, kissed us both on the foreheads and stood up and stretched. He headed to the shower. He wasn't long. Bethany and I showered next. By the time we were done, Dean was on my bed sound asleep. He'd had a busy night. Hell, we'd all had a busy night. I hadn't intended for him to stay overnight with me, but I wasn't complaining. So I let him sleep.

Bethany grabbed her clothes and we quietly walked out. She dressed in the living room. As she dressed, I suddenly remembered the spycam.

Oh, damn!

I asked Bethany to wait. I didn't know whether Dean was a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper, so I tiptoed to the planter and retrieved it and tiptoed out, closing the door behind me. I gave Bethany the camera and warned her.

"Listen, I don't want what happened tonight up on some porno site, understand?"

"Oh, I didn't record it," she said. "Do you really think I'd risk God only knows who see what we did? I don't think so, Taylor!"

I exhaled in relief.


"You know? You were really something tonight, Bethany." I said chuckling in amazement and shaking my head. "I gotta ask: What in the hell came over you?"

"I guess I just felt like it was time to finally live my life on my terms," she said. "My childhood was a little... weird, I guess. I never realized how much though."

"So, it's over between us?" I asked tentatively.

"It's over," Bethany nodded, kissing me on the cheek. She winced. "Oh, damn am I ever sore!"

She smiled though.

"Oh, Taylor. I'm sorry for everything I..."

I put a finger to her lips.

"I'm sorry, too," I said. "The soreness will go away soon. Just don't go start fucking everything with a pulse now, okay?"

Bethany chuckled and nodded.

"Listen, I went wild after I lost my virginity and damn near got raped because I got a rep as being easy and some kid I was on a first date with couldn't control himself. I learned my lesson. Do it in moderation. Sex is a hell of a lot of fun, but it can also be addictive. I'm just asking you to just be responsible, Bethany. It's really best with someone you care about."

She nodded in the direction of the bedroom. "You and Dean?"

"Well, he's growing on me," I said. "Maybe we'll...? Well, who knows?"

LOOK OUT WORLD!

Bethany kissed me again and I kissed her back. I watched her as she slowly walked toward the front door. She opened the door and I thought I heard her quietly say "Look out world."

She looked a little haggard the next evening and was walking gingerly all night. She explained to those who asked if she was alright that she'd fallen down. But she looked happier than I'd ever seen her. Our co-workers were amazed that we were actually talking to each other without trying to rip each other's heads off.

Dean was practically dancing on clouds.

Did anyone suspect? Who knows?

THE BEST I EVER HAD

A couple of weeks later, I was getting off a shitty lunch shift when I overheard two guys talking around the corner of the building.

"You two doubled up on a girl? No fucking way!"

"It's true. Some hot little blonde chick. Brittany or Becky or something. Anyway, she saw our ad and she said she didn't have a lot of money, but she'd trade off and that she would do anything to get a video made."

I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Oh my God!"

"Yeah! Pussy, mouth, ass. God, we even DP'd her! Tight as hell. Almost like fucking a virgin. She's the best I ever had!"

"Bullshit!"

"We got it all on video, man! We're just a two-man operation. Maybe this'll help us, too. You gotta see this girl! Jailbait face on a grown woman's body. Perfect tits and an ass you can stare at for hours. I tell you: just look at her naked and you'll get so hard it will fucking hurt. She'll be at my place tomorrow night to film some more stuff. She could be a star in no time guaranteed! Paul's going to be out of town. Come on over about four. You'll probably get some of it."

"Oh, I ain't mis..."

They blushed and fell silent as I turned the corner and walked by them with a knot in my stomach. I didn't even look at them.

GOING TO CALIFORNIA

A couple of weeks later, Bethany abruptly quit the restaurant and said she was going to California to visit a cousin and to "get her head together." We traded a few emails, but then it was like she dropped off the face of the planet. I worried for her.

About two months later, I wanted to buy some adult DVD's. Dean and I went to a local adult store. While browsing the selection, one title caught my eye: The Making of Taylor.

I picked up the case. Even under all the makeup, the girl on the cover was instantly recognizable. I got sick to my stomach. The front cover said that the video starred "Barely Legal Taylor Dream In Her Smoking No Holes Barred XXX Debut!" The back cover said: "A Simple Bet Turned This Prim and Proper Virgin Into a Slut in One Night! Look Out World!"

I looked at Dean. He looked as sick and disgusted as I felt. I put the DVD back on the shelf and we left quietly. I broke down in the car. Neither of us said a word the entire drive home.

Guilt sucks. 



The Bet



It was Thanksgiving and Caroline was jogging in the park. She had turned eighteen the day before, her parents were throwing a big party that night, she finally had her license and she had a nice boyfriend. Though he had come on a bit strong last night, she remembered, as though eighteen was the magic number and she'd dive into bed with him. She liked him well enough, but wasn't really ready to start an active sex life. Interested in starting one, yes, but not just jumping in because she'd turned eighteen. "Let him wait while I sort my feelings out," she decided. 

She heard feet approaching from behind and glanced around. Another jogger coming up from behind. She'd seen him around, actually knew him slightly. His name was Ashleigh and he was considered a bit of a brain. She'd never seen him out jogging before.

Ash pulled up beside Caroline and fell into step with her. Noted the irritated look she gave him as she increased her speed to draw apart, but only grinned and matched her pace easily. The next look had changed from irritated to a glare.

"Stupid oaf. What's he thinks he's doing?" fumed Caroline. "I do not need some guy hitting on me while I'm jogging."

"Back off, please," she requested, determined to keep civil if she could.

"You're Caroline aren't you. You turned eighteen yesterday and your boyfriend is Brad. Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday and ask if Brad has won his bet yet."

Caroline felt confused. "Bet? What bet? And why should she know if he'd won it or not. Only one way to find out," she decided.

"What bet, and why would I know or care if he's won it. He gambles too much anyway, and I wish he'd stop."

Ash seemed confused. "How could you not know?" he asked. "It has to be you so you must know the details, surely?"

"Still don't know what you're talking about. Can you give me some details?" she asked, getting irritated by this idiot.

"The fucking bet, OK? Ah, pardon my language, won't you." 

"You're still not making any sense. And I don't mind the language so what fucking bet are you talking about? Do you think you can explain in plain English?"

"You turned eighteen and today is Thanksgiving. Yes?"

"Ah, yes?" Caroline was definitely puzzled, but a little squirm of anxiety was niggling at her mind.

"You know Brad bets with, Hymie? Runs a tab there?"

"So I've heard," she replied, disapproval plain in her voice.

"Well, I was just wondering if he has managed to win his bet fast enough to win the full $50,000."

"He's bet $50,000," she screamed. "What does he have to do to win that and how am I involved?"

"Off course he hasn't bet $50,000. He's got some good odds, but the payout drops a thousand a day from now to Christmas. If he doesn't win by then he loses and has to fork out another $5,000 on top of what he already owes Hymie. He arranged it as a sort of holiday bet. Hymie's a sucker for holidays. He reckons they earn him a mint."

"BUT WHAT IS THE BET?" Caroline asked, through gritted teeth. For someone reputed to be smart he could sure talk a lot without getting to the point.

"I told you. The fucking bet. He has to pop your cherry before Christmas. The faster he does it, the more he wins. He reckons he's on a sure thing."

"What?"

"There are a few side bets going amongst some of his friends, I believe. They're offering odds on when he scores. That's why I was asking. I know some of the guys betting and was just wondering if there were any winners yet."

"And," asked Caroline, in a gentle voice, "just how will they know when he's won? I can't see Hymie taking his word for it."

"He's got that covered," came the cheerful reply. "He'll be taping it and he only has to show Hymie the video. Hymie says if the video is good enough, he'll buy that as well."

"Are there any other bets floating around?"

"Some tried to bet on your virginity or lack thereof, but no takers. Everyone reckons you are."

"I see. What if someone else pops my cherry, as you so delicately put it?"

"Your boyfriend loses big time, but I can't see him admitting that someone beat him to it. Some ketchup on the sheets would cover that eventuality I suspect."

"And if he doesn't get to pop me at all?"

"He will. Guaranteed. Says he will if you agree or not on Christmas eve, because he's not losing that money due to your squeamishness. You'll take it and like it, he says."

"Why are you telling me this?" Caroline asked.

"Just curious. I know he was hoping for a quick win. He needs the money."

"What for?"

"Pay Hymie what he owes of course. If you hold him off to Christmas he'll barely clear what he owes. To make money he needs to fuck you as soon as possible. If you're going to do it, you should do it quickly. He'll owe you one and he'll have cash in hand for a nice Christmas present for you. Anyway, has he won yet or not?"

"No, he hasn't, and I don't believe a word of what you say."

"Ask him. See how he reacts. I surprised he wasn't strong-arming you last night." 

Mentally reviewing the hard come on from the previous night Caroline asked "Why have you told me this?" 

"Truth? I like you and I think Brad is an arsehole. It's only fair that you should know. But don't get the idea that he's only trying to sleep with you for the bet. The real prize is you. I'm sure the bet is just the icing on the cake."

"If what you say is true, which I doubt, it's pretty rich icing. Go away."

Ash nodded goodbye, and increased his pace, leaving behind a rather worried Caroline. She'd watch and see how Brad acted at the party tonight.

- - - - -

The party was a hit. Brad was there, more loving than ever and Ash wasn't. It was strange how she could so easily picture him in her mind. For someone who was supposed to be a brain he looked as though he'd strip well. Caroline realised, what she was thinking and flushed. He was a creep and a liar and Brad was her boyfriend and he hadn't left her side since the party started. Now that she thought about it he seemed to be all around her, keeping her almost exclusive company and he kept trying to draw her away from the party for what he called a little loving. Maybe she should go off with him for a few moments for a few kisses. She'd just have a word with her mother and then fade out for five minutes.

Brad was satisfied. Caroline was indicating that they'd head into the house for a few minutes. Once there, a few kisses, and she'd soon be ready. Question was, take her now and leave filming until tomorrow when she'd be more pliant, or coax her over to his place tomorrow and tape the actual popping? Take her now he decided. That way I'll get laid twice.

Caroline headed into the house, her destination the front room, which was relatively private. Brad was trailing along as expected and she turned to meet him as he followed her into the room. Before she could say anything, he was kissing her, hard, using all his considerable skill. 

"He's seems to have had a lot of practice," came the uncharitable thought. "Odd. I normally enjoy his kisses."

She felt his hand slip quickly down to her breast and start to squeeze. She tried to push it away, but Brad wasn't complying the way he used to. "Stop being silly," he told her. "You're eighteen and I'm your boyfriend. This is what adults do." She struggled harder, getting scared now, but found Brad was a lot stronger than she had realised and had no intention of letting her go. His mouth was grinding on hers, and his hand had now dipped down to grope at her pussy. 

Caroline struggled harder, but was greatly relieved when she heard her mother calling her from the hallway. Brad backed off abruptly, wishing the woman to the devil. "What possessed her to come looking for Caroline now," he grumbled to himself, little realising that the quick word Caroline had had with her mother was a request that she do just that. That little niggle of doubt raised by Ash had caused her to take precautions.

"Sorry, Brad, I have to go," she murmured politely. "Looks like you won't win the bet today either."

Brad's face flushed, and his frustrated fury was easy to see. "I don't know what you're talking about," he snarled.

It was evident that Caroline didn't believe him. "Your holiday bet with Hymie, remember?"

"Ah, sweetheart," Brad murmured. "I don't know what you heard but the bet's not relevant to us. I love you. I just wanted to show you how much."

"By raping me? It's not happening today, sport, and not ever as far as I'm concerned."

Caroline stalked out and back to the party, pointedly ignoring Brad for the rest of the night, and wondering what the hell she should do. She suspected that Brad was fully capable of raping her to win his bet, but who would believe her? He hadn't actually done anything yet. 

She tried to calmly consider her choices. Bed the bastard so he wins his bet and will leave her alone. Wasn't going to happen. Don't bed him but chance getting raped if he gets desperate. Break off publicly, but that still wouldn't stop him if he decided to rape her. Sleep with someone else, but who? A picture of that grinning buffoon Ash popped into her head. She promptly shook it. No, not even if he did have a cute bum. "Which I did not notice when he jogged away," she told herself firmly.

She decided to go jogging again next morning. Maybe she'd meet Ash and he'd have some ideas. ---------- Caroline jogged round the park, hoping to hear someone coming up from behind. She needed to talk to someone about that stupid bet and what she should do. What could she do?

She was relieved when she finally heard that extra set of footsteps, then she faltered for a moment. What if it was Brad? She was alone out here, she realised. She flicked a glance over her shoulder, to see Ash approaching with a smile on his face. She smiled and faced front as she sensed him catch up and fall into step beside her.

They ran for a while, relaxing and enjoying the exercise. 

Ash was the one to finally break the silence. "Found out the truth?" he queried gently. "What are you going to do?" he continued on receiving her dumb nod.

"I'm not going to sleep with him, that's for sure. I think the bastard would have raped me last night if I hadn't taken some precautions. I don't know what I'm going to do now." The last came out with a small catch in her voice, which she hated but couldn't entirely prevent. 

"I live just over there," Ash said, indicating a house on the other side of road. "That's why I find it so convenient to jog here. Listen, you need to talk and it's too awkward trying to discuss something like this while you're jogging, or even strolling in the park. Why not send a message to your parents telling them where you are going and then you can come over to my place and talk."

Caroline considered the suggestion. As long as she let someone know where she was and who she was with it should be safe enough. Ash seemed a nice enough person, intelligent and friendly. Caroline suddenly found that her trust in her own judgement was shaken. Brad had tried to sucker her. Was Ash the same? Still, the SMS to her parents was his idea, and he wouldn't have suggested it if he meant her harm, would he? "She really needed to talk," she decided, "so she'd have to trust him. And be careful."

They crossed the road and were very shortly in the front room of Ash's house. Caroline looked around curiously. "Not bad," she thought, taking a quick drink from her bottle, moistening a mouth that seemed a little dry.

"It's a nice little place," said Ash. "I inherited it from my grandfather. I moved in a year ago. Haven't got around to making any changes yet, but it's on my to do list." He reached out and took the water bottle she was holding and placed it to one side. Then he reached out, drew her over and kissed her. Not demanding. Just a gentle brush of his lips on hers, then standing back again with a smile.

"Why'd you do that," Caroline asked, touching her fingers to her lips.

"Because I wanted to," Ash replied. "As a matter of fact, I want to do it again."

Not sure exactly how it came about, Caroline found herself sitting in Ash's lap, exchanging kisses. Gentle at first, but becoming increasingly more ardent as they both familiarised themselves with their partner. After a few minutes Caroline broke off, and leaned back against Ash's arm. "How did that happen?" she wondered. "But it was nice." It slowly registered with her that one of her breasts was comfortably placed in Ash's hand. He wasn't teasing it or squeezing, just cupping it and obviously enjoying the feel and weight of it. "He shouldn't be doing that?" she thought, but it did feel nice. She left his hand there, as the hand on her back pressed her gently towards him for more kissing.

Caroline barely registered the fact that her top and been pulled free from her shorts until Ash broke of contact, then lifted the top up, Caroline to her own surprise lifting her arms to let it go. She felt his hand unclip her bra, and was again slightly shocked at her own behaviour as she shrugged forward to let the straps slip off her shoulder. She watched as his hand moved gently over her breast, enjoying the feel of his hand gently soothing it, stoking and then rubbing the nipple.

Ash started kissing her again, and Caroline forgot about the hands that were now touching both breasts, teasing them and sending little ripples of excitement through her. It seemed only right and natural to her when he bent his head and his lips followed the path that his hands had been tracing. She gasped and turned suddenly toward him, eager to have his mouth suckle on her breasts.

She felt a sudden flush of wetness over the front of her shorts, and was startled, then shocked as it spread across her front, rapidly and coldly.

She sat up abruptly with a squeal, looking down to see a large damp patch that formed after she'd bumped her water bottle and knocked it into her lap. She jumped to her feet, plucking at the damp cloth trying to hold it away from her. She glared at Ash, who was laughing, and saw his eyes travelling over her, appreciating what he was seeing. "Oh my god," she thought in slow horror, face turning scarlet, "I'm half naked and the other half is on display thanks to that damned water bottle. This is all his fault."

Ash could see that Caroline was getting upset and hastened to reassure her. "Hey, don't worry about it," he soothed. "It's only water, it will soon dry." 

"But if feels horrible, and it lets you see everything," she wailed.

"That's easy to fix," he coaxed. "We'll just hang them to dry, and I'll get you something to wrap around yourself." 

Too her surprise, he reached over and undid the buttons on her shorts and started to slide them down. She gasped, and clutched at them, listening while his voice gently calmed her. 

"It's OK. They're effectively transparent now so it's not like I'm seeing something new," he coaxed, feeling her fingers relax and letting him slide off her shorts. "These are wet, too, remember," he said and Caroline watched in dismay and quite a bit of unwanted excitement as her panties vanished, joining her shorts spread out on the side table to drive.

"I look ridiculous," she moaned. "I'm standing hear naked except for my jogging shoes. Where's the wrap-around you offered?"

"First things first," said Ash. "Like you say, just shoes is ridiculous." He reached down and slipped them off for her. "Now you want a wrap-around. And I want to kiss you again. I'd have to go upstairs for the wrap-around, but I can kiss you right here." 

Hand against her back, she was drawn firmly back to him, protesting, but not resisting. The kissing started again, first at the lips but quickly moving down to her generous and sensitive breasts. Caroline found herself pressing harder against him, wanting more. Not sure what more she was wanting but wanting it any way.

Ash continued sucking gently on Caroline's breasts and nipples, rebuilding the earlier excitement, but now a hand was drifting slowly over her tummy, releasing little curls of excitement as it gently brushed her skin before settling on her mound and cupping it. Caroline gasped at that touch and pushed upwards, wanting a firmer touch which Ash was happy to give. Caroline could now feel his fingers playing, experimenting, squeezing here, gently stoking there, pushing between her lips to the moist interior, slowly igniting her passions, goading her to want more,

Caroline's own hands were wandering now, moving instinctively over Ash's body. Tugging his shirt loose and taking it off, regretting the loss of those hands touching her for the moment it took to remove the shirt, welcoming their return while her own hands were wandering over and treasuring Ash's bare skin.

Caroline could feel Ash's erection, pressing hard against her side, and found herself divided. Part of her wanted to reach down and touch it, another part nervously backing away. Her quandary resolved, when Ash reached down and pushed his shorts and jocks down, letting his erection spring up, into her waiting hand. Feeling his cock slap against her hand Caroline automatically closed around it, touching it, squeezing it, enjoying the feel of it and wondering what was coming. 

Ash lifted Caroline off the couch and onto the rug in front of it. Laid her on her back while lying next to her, hands travelling steadily over her, leaving turmoil wherever they went.

Caroline was breathing hard, still holding and stroking Ash's cock, relishing the hardness and length, knowing she wanted this inside her. Soon. Her legs had automatically parted when he laid her down, and as she felt him move to position himself between them, she also felt her knees rising, spreading her thighs further apart, eager to give him all the access he wanted. 

Ash gently moved Caroline's lips apart, slipping the head of his cock between them and then letting the lips close over him. He looked at Caroline, only to see that she was looking down at that point where his cock had entered her flesh, fascinated by the intruder that was now invading her, wanting to see it disappear into her at the same time as she felt rising slowly within.

Caroline could feel his cock pressing against her hymen, and gasped as she felt a sting as it broke, giving Ash free access to her deeper being. "He's popped my cherry," came the whimsical thought, "and I don't care. I like it and I want more."

She could feel him moving slowly in, a steady pressure that parted her vagina, stretched it, slipping through the moist flesh, seeking complete accommodation, which her body was only to anxious to grant. 

Only when she was satisfied that he was fully embedded did she transfer her gaze to Ash's face, to see that he was staring at her and smiling in a teasing manner. She found herself smiling back, waiting for the real fun to start.

Ash slowly withdrew, lingeringly, teasing as he pulled back, only to return, finding Caroline rising eagerly to meet him. Not taking his eyes of her face he continued, pulling back slowly, but thrusting in hard and fast. Caroline held on to him, regretting the withdrawals, relishing the returning thrusts, enjoying the way his cock slipped smoothly over her damp and heated flesh. 

Together, they sought and found the rhythm they craved, moving in unison, becoming one, feeling each others joy, rising steadily towards completion.

Now Caroline found she couldn't see him anymore, her eyes closing, the external world fading from around her, her entire being fixed internally where that beloved intruder was demanding and holding her attention. She gloried in the feelings that he was engendering within her, exulting in being a woman and pleasing and being pleased by her man. Because he was her man now, what they were doing was just sealing the fact. What came after this she didn't know and didn't care, but as long as this existed within her she was satisfied.




The Bet



Ash was moving faster now, feeling his climax coming, preparing to spend himself deep in this woman's flesh. Thrusting ever more urgently, desperate for release, feeling his climax and letting go with a cry. Hearing the answering cry as Caroline climaxed, clung to him, legs wrapped around him, holding him to and in her, not wanting to let go.

Eventually they separated, both lying quietly. "What now," came the query from Caroline.

"Now," said Ash, "I want you to look around the house with me. See what you think of it and see if you have any ideas for those renovations I was talking about." He helped her to her feet, steering her towards the hall.

"That's not what I meant," protested Caroline, "and you know it. What do I do about Brad, and where's that wrap-around you offered?"

"Brad is now my problem, not yours," replied Ash. "I cleared a very nasty virus from Hymie's computer system and gave him a memory stick with the cleaning program on it for him to pass to his bosses, as they were also contaminated. He got a lot of kudos for that from his bosses and feels that he can trust me and that he owes me one.

I'll quietly let him know that Brad has lost his bet. He'll take my word for it. No photos needed. When his boys gently suggest to Brad that they want a payment plan worked out, I'll get Hymie to warn him that you're off limits now."

"What will Hymie and his boys do to Brad. I don't want him injured, even if he has turned out to be a creep."

"I'll ask Hymie to go easy on the initial request. No broken bones. I'll point out that he can sell his car for enough to pay off Hymie and will if it's suggested in the right way. Hymie's boys know how to suggest these things, so Brad will be OK. Pissed off at having to walk, maybe, but still able to."

"Thank you. Your kitchen is rather old fashioned, isn't it. And the wrap you were going to get is where?"

Ash considered. "I think that I'd just as soon have you continue the house tour as you are. It's warm enough not to need the wrap, and watching you walk is helping me charge my batteries for round two."

Caroline blinked. "Round two? Meaning what?" she wondered. Caroline glanced around at him, and then down. Her eyes widened as she saw that his batteries were recharging very rapidly if that was any indication. She looked forward again. "Renovations. He wants ideas for renovations. He wants my opinion. How can I think of renovations knowing that thing is waving at me. He wants to fuck me again, right now, and still expects me to think of renovations?"

Caroline stood there dithering, no idea of what she was doing. She turned to look at Ash, looked down at his restored erection and then lifted her eyes back to his face, just standing there helplessly, fascinated by the look in his eye and the smile of intention on his face.

She didn't say a word as he lifted her up and sat her on the table, moving her legs apart and standing between them. She could feel the heat pooling deep within her as she sat waiting. Didn't look down when she felt his hands move her lips apart again. Didn't look down as she felt his cock making a bold entry into her, at home now and knowing where to go. She just stared at Ash, letting it happen, happy to feel small and helpless before him, enjoying the mastery and the re-conquest of her body.

Ash plunged deeply, slower than the first time, and felt her legs rising to lock onto him. Ash took his time, letting his batteries fully recharge as he cruised effortlessly in and out of Caroline's receptive pussy, feeling her eager response, letting him make the running but both willing and able to keep up with him. He heard her gasp and felt the convulsions deep within her as she climaxed rapidly, but continued thrusting, waiting for his own climax to eventuate.

Caroline gasped as she felt her climax racing through her, a lot faster than the first time round she thought. She felt herself starting to settle down as the climax slowly ended, but the realised that Ash was still busy within her, thrusting hard into her with no letup. She found his cock had caught the tail-end of her climax and was dragging it back to the heights she's just left, taking her on to another climax before the first had properly finished. She gasped, then screamed as another climax tore into her, ravaging through her, killing her slowly then dragging her back to life, panting. She could feel the seed Ash had spilt within her, warm with life, and knew that he had also climaxed while she was riding her orgasm.

Sitting on the table, head resting against him with his arms enfolding her she gasped out a question. "Why twice, the second time round?"

"Climaxes?" he chuckled. "I understand that women can have multiple climaxes. They just come faster and closer together the longer you make love. Men on the other hand are slow to rejuvenate, which is why I able to take you long enough for you fire off a couple of times."

"Oh." Caroline looked at Ash thoughtfully. "Then if you were to do it a third time..." Her voice fell away.

Ash looked startled. "Ah, today I think it'd probably kill me. But we will have to see what we can do some night when we can spend the full night together. I suggest we'd better get dressed now, and I'll also ring Hymie and have him put a leash on Brad. 

I think you better stay with me for the rest of the day until we know Brad has been spoken to, or would you rather go home?"

"I'll stay if I'm allowed," Caroline said with a smile. "I'll just SMS my Mum to let her know I'll be out for a while yet. We can look over your house and see what renovations are really needed."

"and we'll see about a third time when we look over the bedrooms," came the unspoken thought.

As they moved off to dress Caroline commented, "While I'm pleased with the outcome of Brad's holiday bet, isn't he likely to come after you. He is a bit of a bruiser, you know, and looking back at this behaviour I suspect he's a bit of a bully."

"He may be a bully, but he won't bother me," said Ash. "I study martial arts as a hobby and he knows it. He found out the hard way. I'll teach you some self defence moves in case some other boy gets the wrong idea about you."



The Bet



One night, we are out for an evening on the town. After a few drinks, we decide to have a little competition and bet between a game of darts, shuffleboard and pool. We decide the winnder of the bet gets to pick something they want for the evening and the other has to agree no matter what. It sounds fun and intriguing as we go forward. 

The first game is shuffleboard and neither of us is great at it but I'm able to squeak out a win and when it goes to darts, we play for a while and neither of us are that good, but after the drinks but you manage to get the final number you need. 

I tease you that I'm glad pool is the final game because you're not good at it. You try to distract me by playing and flirting but you're getting crushed. I joke I can't wait for you to fulfill all of my desires as I have an easy shot on the eight ball and make it. As I start to celebrate, I see you laugh as the cue ball falls into the side pocket and you claim victory. You tease me a while at the bar and tell me next Friday night is the night.

The week goes by and we don't talk about it too much but you throw out hints and little jokes throughout the week. At work Friday, you send me a text and say "Tonight you pay your bet. ." 

As I'm about ready to come home, I get another one that says "Tonight, I'm the goddess, you will worship and obey me as I deserve. No complaints, no arguing or no sex for a month." 

My mind starts to race thinking this could be a fun night as I get home.

As I come home, you are heading upstairs and say "I'm taking a shower, can you be a dear and get the dishes?" 

My mind raced all day thinking of the fun I thought we might have as I do the dishes and straighten up as I hear you in the bathroom. 

As the water stops, I hear "Come upstairs, need some help." 

As I come upstairs and you're in your robe and smile and say "I am the Goddess tonight, do you agree to obey?" in a playful tone. 

I smile and say "Oh course Goddess." 

You smile as you look on the bed and I see a few packages. You tell me you went shopping for some stuff, and you hope I don't mind. At first, you pull out a new outfit of pants, sweater and new shoes. 

Then you say "Don't worry, I got something for you too."

You smile and say "Will you obey your Goddess and do whatever she asks or commands?"

I nod. 

You add "Okay, first test, turn around and put your hands behind your back.". 

I look a little puzzled but do it as I see you reach into a bag and then feel something go over one wrist and then fasten to the other. You have me sit on the bed as you pull down my pants and zipper and start to play with me. 

As you do, you say "Tonight, I'm going out with the girls to a bar. You will be a good boy and be at home, waiting for me, making me happy, craving me." 

As your hand starts to stroke faster and faster. "I want to know you want me and will do anything to make me happy, will you do that for me?" you ask.

I moan "God yes". 

As I'm getting closer, you pick up the pace and as I'm about ready to release, you stop and squeeze a little 

"Sorry, you don't get to finish before me." 

You stand up and take me to the bathroom by the elbow as you sit on the edge of the bathtub.

"Kneel before me" you giggle as you spread your legs and then add, "I want you to watch me trim to make myself pretty there" as you give me the wickedest smile possible. 

You're on the tub edge with my face close by as you trim. I feel your foot go against me, teasing me more and more and as you finish, you have me stand up and as you sit on the edge of the tub, your hand takes the erection again and starts to stroke. You can tell I'm about ready to explode as you keep changing the rhythm and as I am on the verge, you stand up and lead me to the bedroom by holding my erection.

You sit on the edge of the bed and smile and say "Kneel again, it's cute" as I do. 

This time you put a foot over my shoulder and edge in closer. 

"It's too bad you don't get to come yet, but that doesn't mean I don't" as you start to take care of yourself. 

I see your fingers work on the clit and then move along the lips and go inside and out. My face is inches from you, your leg draped over my shoulder and my hands still cuffed, so there is nothing I can do but watch. As you start to get close, I feel your foot tighten around me and pull me in.

I go in to kiss your pussy, but you push back and say "I said watch" as you rub a little faster and finish. 

You smile as you have me stand and lay on the bed. You cuddle up a little and start to tease the erection again.

"I know how bad you want to finish, but I want you to crave me tonight, only think about what my plans are when I get home." 

As you go faster and faster. I know you're gonna stop before climax and I try to soften the blow, but It's much harder to take and you see the frustration in my eye as you get me on the edge and then stop once again.

As I'm on my back with my hands bound behind me, you come and straddle my face. 

"You seemed to get off watching me a minute ago, and I'm so horny, I need another" as you start to use your fingers on yourself. 

You lean back a few times and look down at me and see a look in my eyes that is both of pure pleasure and agony as I want you so bad. You get wetter and wetter, some even drips on me as you take care of yourself. After a few minutes, I can tell you're on the edge and you finish again, still straddling me.

I'm expecting you to get off me at this point but this time, you actually lower yourself on my face and start to rub it on my face. You look down and say "Mouth shut" as you grind on my face and then use my nose on your clit and you start to go faster and faster. The wetness goes all over my face as you are wetter than I've ever seen before. As you pick up the pace, I hear the breathing get heavier and then you say "Tongue me now, hard and deep" and I do what you want and it takes a few seconds before you finish one more time.

You roll off and again, start to tease me with your hand. As you do, you lean in and whisper "I wanted to make sure you thought of me all night. Now you will be able to smell me and taste me all night longer. I find that so sexy." 

As I'm about ready to finish, you smile and stop and stand up and head to the bathroom, leaving me on the bed, still handcuffed.

From the bathroom, you say "I have a list of chores for you tonight sweetie. You better have them all down properly by the time I get home or else", and you chuckle a little. 

Then you come out and lean over me as I'm on the bed. "I love the outfit you bought for me. Do you think the guys at the bar will be staring at my chest?" as I look up and see the sweater is very tight and has a plunging neckline. 

Your hand teases me more as you add "I bet I will never have to pay for a drink." 

As I get close, you look at the clock and say "Oh I have to be going." 

You turn me over and uncuff my hands and leave me piece of paper. You kiss my cheek and giggle "God I can smell me on you." 

And then go down and lick the tip of my dick and kiss it gently and "Be a good boy and think of your goddess tonight."

You get up and head out the door. As I open the piece of paper, there is a long laundry list of chores listed. At the bottom it says "Obey your goddess or you won't get sex for a month." 

I'm so frustrated and horny but get up and start doing the chores around the house.

After about a half hour, I get a text "I go here safe and sound, it's a happening place. What chores do you have done?" 

I send back vacuuming and a load of clothes. I get a smiley face in return. 

I keep working on the chores and then get another text. This time it's a photo and it's your cleavage with the caption "Do you think they look hot tonight?" 

And a few minutes later, there is a pic of your girlfriend and two guys and it say "They commented they liked the sweater you bought me. I wonder if it's the sweater or what's in it?" 

And a few seconds later "Back to your chores"

My mind is racing and you send another text and tell me to go upstairs and turn on the TV and DVD player and tell you when I do.

I go up and turn them on and respond I'm here and you say "Watch this for 30 minutes, focus on it, but no coming for you. I will quiz you on what happens so pay attention." 

And I turn it on and it's a super hot porno. 

After five minutes, another text "There will be a quiz, so focus on it." 

You know I can barely go 5 minutes with porn without finishing and you tell me 30. 

At the 30 minute mark, you text "I hope you liked it. I bet something is hard and someone is thinking of his goddess. Back to your chores."

Around 3 hours later, you text and ask for what I've done so far and I text it back to you in a list. 

The phone rings and I hear your friends voice "Oh my god, did you really do all of that while we're out? That's so cute. I'll have her home in an hour." 

You take the phone and giggle and can tell I'm flustered and embarrassed as I ask "What did you tell her?" 

You laugh and say "Don't worry, it's cute, now better have them all done soon."

An hour later, another text,. "I will be home in 20 minutes. Finish the chores, go shower and wait in the bedroom."

About 20 minutes later, one last text "Get naked, get the sleeping mask from the nightstand, put it on and take the cuffs I left on the bed and cuff your hands to the headboard now. I will be home in 2 minutes."

I am very nervous but also aroused as I get the mask and put it on and then get the cuffs and put it on one wrist and struggle for a minute and then put it on the other.

After a minute or so, hear the door open and then I hear laughter and realize it's you and your girlfriend as you offer her a drink. I hear you in a loud voice "I can't believe how much he did around the house, it's perfect. Such a good boy, I'll have to do this more often." 

After a few minutes, I hear the door close and footsteps on the stair. I hear some rustling in the room but it's pitch black In the blindfold. I hear you undress and do something else and then get on the bed.

"Did you miss your Goddess" you ask.

I moan, "yes, yes". 

Your hand teases me and it's fully erect in a second. "I'm glad you did and I'm glad you didn't mind I went shopping." 

Then I feel your mouth go to my nipple and start to kiss and nibble it. You know what it does to me as you start to torment it but then stop. Then all the sudden, I feel something different and a sharp pain as you attach something to it. 

You lean in and whisper, "I hope you don't mind the nipple clamps, do they hurt?:" 

I struggle with the pain and I say "yes." 

You ask "Do you want the other nipple clamped?"

I reply "It hurts." 

You tease me and say "Your words say no, but lets see what your body says" as you kiss and lick the other one. 

"Oh no, your body disagrees, it's hard already" and I feel the second on go on me as you put it place. I've always liked you doing it but this is a different sensation, more pain than normal, but you don't care.

I feel you lean against me and say "Did your cock stay hard all night?" 

I respond "yes". 

You whisper, "it was so hot knowing you were home like that, it drove me crazy. Let me show you" as I feel something wet and silky and my face. 

"Those are my panties and they were soaked all night" as you rub them on my face. 

"Did you smell and taste me all night?" you ask and I nod, still blindfolded.

I feel the bed move a little and then a sharp pain on my nipples which makes me squeal in surprise. You giggle "The clamps have a little chain between them. So powerful" as you pull it again adding to the pressure. 

You move and straddle my face as I'm blindfolded. You say "Tonight was so much fun, we had a blast. The guys loved my chest in the sweater, I drank way too much. A couple of them actually propositioned me. Maybe I should have taken them up on it and let them fuck me in the car and come home to you like this" as you drop lower on my mouth. 

"Lick me now, let me know how bad you want me" as I start to really go to town on you orally. 

It's a little more challenging being blindfolded and cuffed but my tongue works overtime. I hear "God that is so hot, keep it up. No wonder I was wet all night. I wonder if my girlfriend could smell the sex on me. Or if they guys could tell how horny I was and that's why they wanted me so badly." As you move faster and faster, I feel the wetness drip down my cheeks as you clench up and the climax occurs.

You roll off me and take off the blindfold and undo the cuffs. It takes a while to get the circulation back in my arms as you are so content. You reach into the back you bought earlier and pull out a new dildo and hand it to me. 

"Goddess needs one more good one". 

I take it and look puzzled and you say "Use it on me to pleasure your goddess." 

You have me down between your thighs as I do as you want as you're so open and dripping. I start to use it and it goes in so easily as you move your hips and buck against it. Between my motion and yours, the bed is moving. "Oh god, that's it, keep it up" as I keep going.

Then I feel your hand pull me down to your pussy and command "Lick me while I get fucked good" as you moan as my mouth works in conjunction with the dildo. 

At first, my tongue focuses on your clit and after a few minute, you tell me to lick below the dildo. I move and start to lick and try to keep up with the wetness but can't. Your legs go over my shoulders and after a few minutes, they clamp down on me so hard that I can barely breathe. After a minute or so, you relax and let me out.

You have me move up to the head of the bed as your hand goes back to teasing. "God tonight was so hot. I was so horny all night. I pictured you doing what I wanted to please me and make me happy. 

You add "I actually almost came when I made you watch the video knowing the affect it would have on you." 

Your hand teasing it more. "Did you enjoy pleasing your Goddess?" 

I moan "yes, yes". "

"Did you think of me all night and crave me?" you tease.

I moan "yes" again. 

You smile and say "Will you do what I want to please me?" 

I'm so horny and blurt out "Yes, yes" 

You give me a wicked smile and add "even if you don't really like?" 

I look puzzled as you get up and straddle me and go down on the erection and have me enter you. You go all the way down and stop. 

You smile and say "You do such a good job with your tongue. I want you to do it again, but this time, I want you to clean me after you finish inside me." 

You see me look really nervous as I moan "no please". 

You take the chain on my nipples and pull it quickly, giving a bit of pain and you frown and say "You don't want to please your Goddess." in a playful way. 

I say "It's not that, but, um, but, um"

You smile and say "I'm a fair goddess" as you tease my clamps. 

"If you don't want to do it, just don't come, but if you do it, you will clean me like a good boy." you tease.

You see the look in my eye as you start to go up and down on me. I moan "It's not fair, there's nothing I can do." 

And you smile broadly and continue to do it. My arms are pinned behind my back as you do it. The rhythm picks up and I try to hold back but can't. You push down and squeeze and take the last drop from me.

You come up and smile as you're near my face. "It was so hot knowing all night you had my taste in your mouth and on your nose all night. Now you get the mixture of me and you. I know you're not a big fan of this, but it will please your goddess. Do you understand?" 

I nod as I close my eyes and you come up straddle my face and say "Lick me clean." 

You look down and see my eyes are closed and you squeeze a little and say "Look at me while you clean me, it's so sexy." 

You smile as you watch it all go from you to me. As I get it clean, you take off the clamps which makes the body shudder. You finish, uncuff me and lay next to me.

You kiss my cheek and say "That's great was incredible, but I have bad news. You forgot to unload the dishwasher" as you giggle. 

You kiss me and say "Good thing I have another night out Friday for you to improve." 



The Bet



God, she looked good. 

Sara came walking out of the bedroom with her silk robe slung loosely around her shoulders. It was open lewdly in the front revealing her nudity. I couldn't help but stare... admire... The click of her heels on the hardwood floors made me look down. I saw she was wearing the 4-inch stiletto heels she liked to wear in bed. Or maybe I should say she liked to wear them because she knew they'd get me into bed. I looked back up at her face as I felt the blood rush into my cock. I fumbled for the remote and turned off the game quickly before rushing over to her.

"Wow, what's the occasion?"



"Does a girl need an occasion?"



I chuckled and then leaned into her. I wrapped my arms around her body and brought her in tight to me. We kissed passionately. She reached down and traced the outline of my erection with her fingers. A low moan of approval escaped from deep in her as we kissed.

Sara was the one to break off the kiss after a few moments. 



"Come to the bedroom, I have a surprise for you."



I was excited. We'd been dating for a couple of years and got engaged five months ago. Since our engagement, she had become much more confident and sexually adventurous. She had blossomed into this amazingly exciting person. These changes manifested in many ways and I'd noted her becoming more assertive throughout our relationship. At first, I'd resisted and tension arose but she managed to slowly make me more at ease with her stronger will. Little things like making the bed or doing the dishes were now de rigueur whereas a year ago I would have rolled my eyes at her asking me to pick my clothes off the floor.

As we walked into the bedroom she pointed to the bed indicating for me to lie down. I quickly disrobed and then lay down with my hands behind my head.

"Turn over." Sara said.

"On my stomach?"



"Yes."



I was surprised but did as she said.

Soon I felt her fiddling with something at my ankle. I looked over my shoulder and saw her putting a leather cuff on the ankle.

"What are you doing?"



"I want to do something a little different tonight. Let me tie you up." 

She sounded a little nervous... a little unsure, but nevertheless she moved with purpose.

I was again surprised but brooked no dissent. We had played a bit with bondage but it had always been pink handcuffs and silk scarves. The leather cuff felt much more solid. Sara had become more assertive in bed recently but this was more than I would have ever expected. A few weeks before she had caught me off guard at dinner by telling me she had noticed I seemed more sexually excited than normal when she took over. It was true but I hadn't realized she had noticed and honestly, I felt a little embarrassed about it. I had stammered a bit and tried to change the conversation but eventually I admitted I did like it and was open to her being more dominant in bed. 

"Scoot down a bit, baby."

I did as I was told. Soon my ankles were hanging just over the foot of the bed. Both were cuffed and while I couldn't see what was going on too well, the immobility suggested the cuffs were attached to the bedposts.

Sara moved to the front of the bed and repeated the exercise with both my wrists. Once she had finished she admired her handiwork a bit.

"Try to get free."

I struggled a bit but it soon became clear that these bindings were the real thing.



"Shouldn't you have done this with me on my back?" 

I didn't understand why she wanted me tied down spread-eagle on the bed with my business end unavailable.

"Not yet, baby."



It began to make a bit more sense as she placed some big pillows against the headboard and then sat down in front of me. Her pussy was right in my face. Instinctively, I reached for it with my mouth but I couldn't quite get there. I didn't have to wait long though as Sara slid down just a bit and then wrapped her legs around my head to bring me in.



She gasped a bit as my mouth touched her sex. Fuck, she was really wet already! I tried to tease her a bit, gently tracing my tongue along her outer lips but she had none of it. She pulled me in tighter and I could feel her stilettos digging into my back. Both hands grabbed chunks of my hair and pulled me in further.

I concentrated on her clit. I usually took my time getting her worked up but it was clear that wasn't necessary. I moved my tongue rapidly on her in little circular motions, making subtle variations in speed and pressure to gauge her response. It didn't matter. She was so excited that everything worked. 



Her moans got louder and I could feel my erection poking uncomfortably into the bed as her arousal fed mine. I extended my tongue deep inside of her and was rewarded with a copious flow of her juices. It wasn't going to be much longer. Soon she was bucking against me wildly and her breathing became ragged. I moved back up to get her clit in my mouth as her pelvis gyrated all over my face. I sucked on the little petal as hard as I could, using my teeth to bite ever so carefully. She came with an explosion. It had only been a few minutes but my neck was already sore from pleasuring her in this awkward position.

After her orgasm she got up without a word. I could hear her in the bathroom but I couldn't see much as it was hard to look over my shoulder. I put down my head to rest my neck and waited for her return. I tested my binds again and it was clear these things were legit. The cuffs were thick leather attached to a solid chain that snaked its way around the bedpost.



I was relieved when I felt her return with a shift in the bed. I felt her weight as she straddled my lower back.



"What the fuck?", I gasped as I felt something cool on my ass.



Sara laughed at my shock. "Remember this?" She didn't sound nervous anymore. I sensed the orgasm had soothed her nerves and that my acquiescence in pleasuring her had established her control.

I could feel her gently probing my ass with something solid. I quickly realized that the cool sensation was lube and she was using the butt plug I had bought a few weeks ago!

"What the hell are you doing?"



"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. It won't hurt... much."



I realized these were my own words being used back at me. I had fucked her ass for the first time about two weeks ago. Funny story about that actually... but we'll get to that later. I bought a few toys at the time to loosen her up and apparently Sara had gotten into the stash.

"I'm not sure about this."



"You were pretty sure about it before!"



"That's different."



"Uhhh." I let out a little grunt as she slowly pushed it in.



"In what way?"



"It just is."



She pulled it in and out a few times before sliding it all the way in again as though to demonstrate my argument carried no meaning to her. The toy felt huge inside of me.

"Is that the big one?"



"No silly, it's the little pink one. Do you think I'd start with the big one?"



The implication that there was more to come hung in the air as she shifted back around to the front of the bed again. Sara presented her sex to me. Once again, there was no hesitation as her legs wrapped around my head and brought me in. I enjoyed going down on her but it had always been as a prelude to sex and I'd certainly never done it twice in rapid succession like this. Her forwardness excited me enough to distract me from the discomfort in my ass.

"Look up at me."



It wasn't easy to do but I strained to look up into her eyes.

"Keep that tongue of yours working." She'd rarely used a condescending tone with me before so I wasn't sure I had heard her correctly. As she continued it was clear something was up.

"I have something important to tell you. I don't want you to talk. You are just going to keep licking me."



"Do you understand?"



I pulled my neck back a bit to mumble a weak yes. I wanted to ask her what the hell was going on but she pulled me back in before I could get any more words out.

"A little slow, huh? I said you aren't going to talk." 

I could feel her stilettos digging into my back to drive her point home.

"Any question I ask you is rhetorical. I know the answer and so you'll just keep that pretty little mouth of yours doing what it's meant to do. Got it?"



This time I just kept on licking. She was very wet and smelled strongly of excitement but at the same time seemed poised and clearly wasn't close to orgasm.

"Gently. Long, slow strokes. There's no rush... we may be here a while."



She had never directed me before so boldly. I was a little perturbed but followed her instructions.

"Good boy, just like that."



"Something funny happened last weekend. When I was out with the girls, Jenn asked me if I've ever taken it up the butt before! Isn't that weird?"



She paused to make sure I kept licking her. I could see a brief smirk of satisfaction on her face as I followed her instructions not to talk. My neck and head were getting sorer and sorer. 

"I've known Jenn for 6 years and the first time she asks me about anal sex is a week after I did it for the first time. I didn't think much of it at first. It just seemed like a weird coincidence but the other thing that bothered me was it just seemed so out of place. She was trying to be nonchalant but it just didn't seem like something she would ask. Like maybe someone put her up to it? But who the hell would put her up to it? Only her asshole boyfriend would do something stupid like that but he'd just ask you at your poker game. So then I think, maybe she knows and is just confirming."



"I figured that had to be it. You must have bragged to Jason and he told her but she wouldn't believe it until she heard it from me. I was so pissed when I figured that out."



I was taking all this in. I didn't know what to think. I just kept trying to please her as though that would make this all go away. "Keep looking at me."



My eyes and neck were killing me but I strained upwards to keep looking straight in her eyes. I had never felt inferior to another person before, but at that moment I did. I felt completely subservient -- being made to please her and hold her gaze while she vaguely admonished me. It was a surreal experience. The erection that had abated when she violated my ass was returning. I was glad she couldn't see it.

"But then, get this. Stephanie overhead our conversation and comes over laughing about how hard Joe has been trying to assfuck her for the last few weeks. Practically begging her. Next thing I know, Austin is saying just about the same thing. Then I realize they are all attached to men you play poker with. Aren't they?"



She remained silent for a few minutes.

"I was furious because I realized you must have all had a bet and Jenn was asking me in order to get confirmation to Jason so you could collect."



She stared straight into me. I was too scared to look away from her and buried my tongue deep inside her as though to beg mercy. Did she really figure all this out on her own or had someone squealed?

"Keep licking me the way I told you... yes, like that."



"But then I calmed down because I knew you would never pull a total asshole move like that. Right?"



She actually looked away for a moment. The condescension in her voice had been replaced by pain.

"I mean, the man I love, the man I am going to marry would never... would never do something like that to his fiancé." 

"Right?"



I kept licking.

She smirked again and the pain left her voice. She was more matter of fact now without condescension.

"Because you know if I ever found out you had done something like that it would be totally over between us. Just over. No questions asked."



Was this it? I felt scared. All I could do was concentrate on licking her and maintaining her gaze. 



At that point she lay back and relaxed a bit. She closed her eyes and began to concentrate on her pleasure. She brought me in closer and her breathing slowly became heavier. I placed my mouth over her clit and began sucking it in. It began to swell between my tongue and lips and a gasp left her lips. She started bucking again but I could tell she was a bit numb from the prior orgasm. This time would be work.

I kept sucking on her clit. At times I would stop and use my tongue alone to apply pressure. I tried to enter her with my tongue as before but she told me to stop and concentrate on her clit.

As my tongue tired I had to move my entire head to create the movement she wanted. My neck was killing me but stretching it a bit helped. I could taste her juices getting thicker and this gave me a second wind as I knew it meant she was nearing her climax.

I kept at it with vigor and was eventually she was cumming again. The orgasm was much slower and more drawn out than before.

Afterwards she just lay there. It seemed like an eternity. She began to gently rub my head with her hand and I was grateful for the affection. I took it as a sign that as mad as I thought she might have been things were probably not over between us. Words kept running around my head but I couldn't think of what to say. I wasn't sure if I was even allowed to talk. How could I not be allowed to talk? Anger welled up in me briefly but I calmed myself down. I wasn't in a position to yell at her and any misstep now seemed like it would have disastrous consequences.

She reached over into the drawer on her nightstand and fumbled around for a while before leaning back over and placing a blind fold on me. I was grateful for the anonymity.

She then got up again. I maintained my silence. She didn't say anything as she moved around the bedroom for what had to be at least 15 minutes. Was she preparing something or just giving me time to think about what was going on? The suspense was eating away at me.

I finally felt her straddling my back again. She yanked the butt plug out of my ass and before I had a chance to react she shoved it back in.



"Uhhhh, fuck," I muttered.

She hadn't shoved the same one back in. It had to be the bigger one because my ass felt like it was on fire.

She slapped me lightly on my ass and said in a joking manner, "remember, no speaking." I was grateful for the lighter tone in her voice even at the pain increased in my backside.

She shoved the plug in and out of me a few times, more gently than before. I kept quiet other than a low groan between clenched teeth. I didn't like where things seemed to be going but felt powerless both emotionally and physically to stop things. 

Sara slowly twisted the plug all the way into me and gave it a few light taps to make sure it was in to the hilt. Each tap took my breath away. I thought of asking her to please stop but I couldn't get the words out.

Sara got up again and wandered around the room for what seemed like another 10 minutes. The room was deathly quiet the whole time. I concentrated on breathing quietly in order to keep my focus off my ass and slowly stretched my neck and jaw to get the kinks out.

When she climbed back on the bed she assumed her prior position at the head of the bed. I still couldn't see her but strained forward a bit to taste her again. My neck and tongue felt rested so I welcomed the opportunity to please her again hoping foolishly that it would make amends. At the same time I was fearful that I couldn't keep this up much longer.

She stopped me though... I felt her hand on my forehead push me back a bit. She took some time to get herself comfortable.

"Get to work again baby." 

She pulled off the blindfold as she said it. The light was low in the bedroom so it didn't take long for my eyes to adjust -- instead it was her position that took me aback. She was no longer sitting in front of me. Now she was kneeling on the bed facing away from me. She was leaning onto the headboard with her back arched obscenely in a way that made it clear what she expected. I could see her little asshole right in front of me.

This was too much. I had done it before but not with Sara. Not with my fiancé. Not like this. But she kept backing into me and I felt like I had no control of the situation. She knew about the bet. I was sure of it and she would only feign ignorance so long as I did her bidding. In a moment I chose not to end the charade and stuck my tongue out to gently lick her asshole. I pulled back as soon as I made contact but the taste was OK. A little musky... but also sweet. I placed my tongue back on her and let out a low moan of supplication.

She responded with a moan of pleasure.

"Oh God... that feels good." I couldn't see but it seemed like her hand was busy rubbing her clit as I worked on her backside.

"Fuck, I really like that." 

She reached back and pulled me in closer. I began to probe gently with the tip of my tongue to moans of approval.

The aching in my neck and tongue returned much sooner than I expected.

"Mmmmmmmm."

As her rosebud wettened from my saliva it brooked less resistance. I probed gently with the tip of my tongue. I was scared to go much further but Sara's moans of approval made it clear that that was what she expected. She pulled me in tighter with her hand. Once my tongue got past the first bit of resistance it slid in easily.

Soon my tongue was rapidly shooting in and out of her little asshole.


"Yes! Yes!"



She had several brief orgasms in rapid succession. I was grateful these came much more rapidly than the last one. She slowly regained her cool. Her hand stayed on the back of my head keeping me at my task -- now it seemed more as though it was an indicator of my status rather than a sexual act.

"Just lick, OK? In little circles. Mmmmm, yeah. That feels good."



"So where were we?"



"Oh yeah, the bet... Everyone was convinced there had to be a bet. Jenn, Steph, everyone.... Everyone,but me that is. Like I said I knew you would never do that to me. "



"It was funny because they were all so mad but then I had a great idea!!! I was thinking about that Vegas trip we have coming up and I figured I'd bet all my friends that I would be the first to nail her man in the ass! I got everyone up to $500 a head -- it was so easy given how emotional they all were. Think about it -- that's a $3000 pot. That'll pay for the plane, the hotel, a show and we'd still have a grand to gamble with. And all you have to do is what I just did for you. Well maybe a bit more... my cock is bigger than yours." The words stung just as they were designed to.

"I know I should have told you about the bet ahead of time but I think as long as I tell you about it before I try to fuck you then it's still consistent with an honest, open relationship. Don't you think so?"

My tongue probed into her ass as a sign of acquiescence. I was scared. I didn't see any way out of this.

"Good, I know how competitive you are and so as soon as we made the bet I knew you'd want to win it!"

She began to shift her weight and turn around. As she came to face me I found myself staring straight into a purple phallus arising from her pubis.

"So, I went to the store today and talked to a woman there. She sold me this thing. Isn't it cute! She told me it'd be perfect for what we have in mind. Look this end fits in me."

She pulled the dildo away from her and showed me a smaller end that fit in her vagina. She put it back in and began to lightly slap my face with the dildo.

"Isn't that clever? I hold it here at the base and then... well I bet you know where the business end goes."

"The lady told me that if you got me real excited I might even be able to cum when I fucked you. Well, that magical tongue of yours has done a great job getting me excited. And see, this part here rubs against my clit when I'm fucking you. She said with an enthusiastic, vocal partner who bucks back against the dildo sometimes you can get just the right pressure to orgasm. Isn't that crazy? I really want to fuck you until I cum."






The Bet



"I'm so excited!!"



"Now listen to me carefully. Whether we do this or not depends on you. You have to consent. I'm only going to do this if you want to. You can speak now but you can only say 'yes' or 'no'. No hemming or hawing. No negotiating. Just a 'yes' or 'no'."

I hesitated. The answer was no -- but where would that lead?

"Yes," came out of my mouth weakly and I looked down at the sheets.

"That didn't sound too convincing baby. I'm sure you are a little scared. I've read many men find it emasculating to be pegged -- that's the term the saleslady in the store used -- and it is a big cock after all," she lifted my chin up to make me look at her again and began to slap my face a little harder with the cock, "but you have to make me sure you want this. You can speak freely now."

"Yes." I said more strongly.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, you can fuck me." 

My voice was petering out again.

"Fuck you?"



"Yes, yes, you can fuck me."



"Where can I fuck you?"



This was humiliating but I knew the game she was playing. I had made her beg before...

I swallowed hard and felt the shame rush into my cheeks as I uttered the words, "Yes, you can fuck me in my ass with your big cock. Please... please... do it..."



She beamed as the words came out of my mouth. It was a look of love mixed with satisfaction, power and lust.

"Say it again, louder."



"Please fuck me in the ass with your big cock! Fuck me hard until you cum!"



"Awesome!! I'm so excited. 

She began fumbling with the restraints and soon I was freed. Part of me wanted to get up and run or at least try to reason with her but I knew this was a test. I had to go all in or leave. And as scared and embarrassed as I was, the powerful erection that was pulsating into the bed below me made it clear to me which way my destiny was fated. 

Once she freed me, she stood over me for a moment. I think to see what I would do. As I lay there submissively she kneeled down at my side and reached underneath to grab the base of my cock. I gasped with her touch and I heard her let out a low moan of approval -- full of lust and desire -- as she felt my erection.

She jumped over me in a second. I hadn't ever seen her move that fast. Man, she was really into this. 

She ripped the plug out roughly and I felt more lube on my ass. She settled in behind me and I could feel her knees pry my legs apart. Soon the tip was at my entrance and she applied gentle pressure.

"Fuck, careful baby." I whispered.

I could feel her weight begin to shift onto my back and then all of a sudden she shoved the whole thing in all the way. 

"AAHHHH!!!"



She stopped moving until I caught my breath.

"I'm in you!!" she cooed excitedly.


She started making in and out motions but it was awkward. It hurt like hell but I just moaned between gritted teeth. She popped out a couple of times and had to push all the way back in.



"Careful baby," I pleaded.

She slowed down and began to get a bit of a rhythm but she was having a hard time staying consistent. After a few minutes she was getting the hang of it. She pulled out again and I started to think it might be over but then I felt more jelly on my backside.

She came back in roughly and I swear she let out a perverse squeal of pleasure after hearing my moan of pain. 

"I think I got it now." 

She started going in and out. Slowly building up the pace and the lengths of her strokes. I thought she was beginning to get tired. I could feel sweat coming off her breasts onto my back. But then suddenly the switch turned.

She had it down now and began to really ram into me. I couldn't help letting out low groans of pain with each stroke in spite of my efforts to remain silent. Each groan fed her lust. She began to taunt me gently "I'm fucking you baby.... I'm fucking you hard.... I'm going to fuck you for longer and harder than you fucked me..."

I didn't say anything.

She kept it up for a few more minutes and then grabbed the back of my head with her hand and turned my head to look towards the right.
She whispered in my ear as she slowly picked up the pace, "talk baby. Tell me what I'm doing to you."

 

"C'mon baby, don't be shy."

She started plowing into me harder, "remember I'm fucking you until I cum. You want me to cum don't you?"

"Yes baby." I couldn't get out more than a whisper.

"Louder, baby. Tell me what I'm doing to you."

I could feel the shame rushing back into my cheeks as I forced the words out forcefully, "You're fucking my ass!"

"You're fucking my ass so hard!"



"Tell me how big I feel."



"Your cock feels so big in me!"



"Tell me you love it."



"I love you fucking me!"



Her breathing was getting heavier. The talk was getting to her. She stopped going in and out and was simply forcing herself all the way into me with her pubis gyrating in small circles creating more pressure on her clit and my backside.

It hurt like hell but I realized if I bucked back into her I would create more pressure on her pubis. I tried a few times... it was hard to get the right leverage and it increased my pain but I could feel and hear her physical response so I kept at it.

"Oh Sara," I knew she'd like it if I said her name, "Sara, you are fucking me so hard. Fuck me until you cum. Cum in my ass baby. Please fuck my ass hard until you cum!!"

I could tell it was about to set her over the top. I bucked back hard into her and began to hear the quick, little moans that typically foretold her orgasms. She bit into my right shoulder as she pressed her pelvis as deeply into my backside as she could. 

 "Fuck!!" we yelled in unison. My scream in pain; hers in pleasure.

She pressed into me a few more times in rapid succession and then relaxed. She collapsed completely, all her weight on top of me. Her breathing was ragged but slowly normalized.

"Oh my God!" Sara stammered. "That was incredible! I fucked the hell out of you didn't I?"



"Yes." I admitted weakly.



"Are you OK?"



"Yes."



"You're going to be sore tomorrow." She said with more pride than concern.


She got up off of me in a way that left the phallus in me. She nearly fell as she jumped off the bed and twirled around quickly, laughing as she fell back onto the bed near me.

"Wow, I'm totally lightheaded! I need some water. Do you want anything?"



She kicked off her left stiletto. The right had fallen off already apparently.



She ran into the bathroom for a few minutes and then went into the kitchen. She took her time but came back with two glasses of water. 

Here you go. Get yourself cleaned up and come out to the living room. We need to talk." She put her robe back on and walked out.

"Oh yeah, clean up my cock and bring it out to me when you are done." She said with smugness.

I was so sore I just lay there on the bed for 10 minutes. My mind was racing 100 miles per hour. What had just happened? Did she know about the bet? Was she going to dump me? I couldn't decide if I was mad at her or more in love. I reached back and pulled out her cock (did I just think of it as her cock in my mind?) with a plop and then stumbled to the shower.



In the shower, I tried to ignore my raging hard-on. It didn't last long. I rubbed one out in seconds as I thought back to the pain of her bucking into me as she whispered in my ear. My erection wouldn't abate. I never masturbated twice in a row but I couldn't help it now. I re-lived the whole night. Getting tied up, licking her pussy, licking her ass, getting fucked... I was numb from the prior orgasm so it was hard to cum this time. I kept getting close but couldn't quite get there. I stroked myself harder and faster. My legs felt weak and I leaned against the shower wall. Somehow reliving her telling me how sore I was going to be had me on the edge.

"Fuck..." I came again with a low guttural groan.



Once I regained my senses I heard her chuckle, "are you done? I told you we need to talk."

Fuck, how long had she been in there? She clearly saw and heard that last orgasm through the opaque shower screen. I thought I couldn't be more embarrassed but then...



"Don't forget to clean up my cock and bring it out to me."



"OK." I responded hoping to disappear. 

I did as she said though. 10 minutes later I was dressed and walking into the living room with her dildo in my hand. I felt scared.

She was sitting on the couch on her phone. Her robe was barely covering her. One of her perfect breasts peaked out bravely. She was talking to one of her friends in a joking manner, "I told you I'd do it. It was awesome. I fucked him harder than he fucked me," she bragged, "my cock is even bigger than his..." that was interrupted by laughter, "not by much though. I have to admit I love his cock but still... I think I might like fucking him more than having him fuck me." She knew I was there but was ignoring me. She kept on laughing as the other person said something on the other line.

I was horrified and ashamed. This was such a violation of my trust but if I complained... she knew I'd done the same at my poker game.

"Oh, there he is, he's walking a little bow-legged." She laughed and then put the phone down but kept it close enough that the listener could still hear.

"Did you clean the dildo well?"



I nodded. She looked at me sternly. 

"Yes" I said loud enough for the listener to hear and then presented it to her so she could inspect. She took a quick look at it and smiled.

"Sit down."



I did as I was told.

She got back on the phone, "I'm going to have to call you back... What? Did he what? Oh no, I don't think so... but wait..." she started laughing, "did I tell you? I caught him beating off in the bathroom afterwards so I know he liked it," she looked me in the eyes as she laughed into the phone. She turned on the sofa towards me and looked down into my lap. She brought up her right leg and traced the obvious outline of my erection with her toe.

"OK let me get off. Well you know what. Just hold on a sec..."

She put the phone down once more in a way so that the listener could hear. "It looks like you like being submissive. I had a feeling that was the case. We'll talk in a bit. Go pour me a glass of wine, bring it here, then do last night's dishes. After that, I want you naked in bed. You're going to lick my ass until I fall asleep."

She got back on the phone before I could say anything, her foot still rubbing my cock. I slowly got up. As I did I heard Sara say, "Maybe... I hadn't thought about it. Yes, you're right. He'll have to provide face to face confirmation to all of you by the weekend..."

I could hear her clearly as I walked into the kitchen. I felt weak; there was no way I could do that. 

"He will... Believe me, I own him now..."

I grabbed the counter for balance as her words sunk in. She was right...



The Bet



Disclaimer: This is about two couples who share each other. If you do not approve of this please stop reading now. I enjoy writing these stories for others to read but if you do not agree with the thought of swinging and sharing each other beds then this story is not for you.

For all others feel free to enjoy and ponder if you can actually do the bet. 

********

My fingers were quickly tapping out the msg "You really want to go through with this" on my iPhone as I hit send. A whole week?! That is a long time without sex. The phone chirps back a response "Yes. Why? Can't you handle it?" it read. 

He doesn't know me that well. When presented with a challenge or a bet, I won't back down. "I can handle it, but I doubt you can," I type back and smile to myself. Trevor won't like this. No sex for him will be just as bad. Not to mention I just came off my period and all I want is sex and, and he knows it.

"Bring it on," pops up on my screen.

I giggle and send back, "no problem." My eyes glitter for a second, "You are going down!"

"I plan too," he responds with a smiley wink at the end. 

Dave is such a smart ass. We have known them now for about two months. Easy going couple we have really enjoyed spending time with, in and out of the bedroom. Dave is handsome, with a great body and sexy smile. His wit was what drew me to him from the beginning. He is quick and always has a come back, much like Trevor. One reason why Michelle is attracted to Trevor

"Hmmmm, does this mean I can go down on Trevor?"" I question, since we should know the ground rules so that Trevor doesn't get too upset. If I can suck his cock, at least it will give me a little enjoyment. I love sucking cock so much more than in the past. I get so wet by feeling a hard cock in my mouth, knowing that I am getting him off. Even better when he explodes his load into my mouth and I swallow with little effort.

Trevor is in great shape since he has been working out at the gym. The weight loss and the toning has brought his body to a younger looking state. Not perfect but the muscle and definition that is showing makes my body tingle when I see him. He has not perfected the "6 pack" that he promised but seeing the results has made him feel more confident about himself as well. He promises to have one although there are no complaints from the ladies that have been eyeing him of late. 

"Good point. We can't get off or climax. Does that make sense?" he replies.

Pondering the statement I figure that means that Trevor can do whatever he wants but I can't get any. Starting to get wet just thinking about it. I'm so horny after my period that brushing up against his arms gets me wet. "Okay, makes sense. How is Michelle going to take this?"

The office phone rings so I quickly pick up and start to listen to the questions, mind still half on the current conversation about no sex. As the client talks in detail about what they need done my phone chirps that it has a new message. Glancing down at the phone it says "A bet, eh?" from Trevor. How did he find out so fast? We barely have finished discussing the rules about it. Realizing my mind drifted from the last few sentences I quickly snap my focus back to the client and provide the instructions the client needs to complete the request for our service.

****

"So they are going to have no sex?" I question back to Michelle through text messaging.

"Yep. And I don't like it."

"I bet" I send back, wondering how Jane is going to handle it.

"I need my sex. And he is on nights this week so I barely see him as it is," pops up on my phone from Michelle. "Are you going to be able to handle it?"

Michelle is very sensual and sexy. She loves her sex and not going to be able to get it is going to be very hard on her. Much like ourselves she has been working to lose weight and she looks amazing. Her curves match her figure so well and I really enjoy spending time with her in and out of the bedroom. She has sexy eyes that make my cock jump with just one look from her. I was worried at first, since Jane met them both before I did. Fortunately we connected really well together when we first met. 

"I think so. Not sure if Jane can though"

I quickly flip to my other chat program and fire off a message to Jane, "A bet eh?" I doubt she will be able to handle it. The past few months we have had sex every night. She can't seem to get enough of it. No sex is going to drive her crazy. Not to mention that her confidence has grown as well.

She also has been exploring her sexuality. Jane has come out of her shell more with the weight loss and confidence from it. Her figure has molded into a curvy sexy figure which I am not even sure she had when we first started dating so long ago. Everything on her has tightened up and it explains why all the guys have been oogling her of late. I don't blame them. She has been oozing sex from every pore on her body. One reason I am glad that I have been at the gym just to keep up with her.

"Seems we are allowed to get off but neither of them can . No orgasm or they lose," chirps Michelle.

Janes response pops up on the screen, "Yep no sex for the week. Are you okay with that?"

"What do you get if you win?" I tap out and hit send. She won't be able to handle it but I am curious. For this bet, it will have to be something pretty good.

Flipping back to Michelle's chat screen I respond, "but we can?"

"Yep we can masturbate and cum but they can't. Back to work. ttyl" Michelle signs off.

"Okay, thanks. ttyl :)" I switch back again to Jane and see she is still typing out a message.

"We can't have an orgasm. You can masturbate and I can get you off but I am not allowed to cum. This is going to be a long week. Winner gets a threesome."

"Well I can go the week with no sex. Make it fair." Did I really just say that? No sex for a week is a long time since we haven't stopped since we opened up our marriage. Maybe it would be good to have a break. 

"You don't have to do that," comes back from Jane.

"No I think it will be good. Make the weekend with them hot"

"True."

"Besides I can tease the hell out of you this week." I reply with a devilish grin. This is going to be fun. I love to tease and with the rules it is going to be a very interesting few days of me pushing her limits to see how far she will go.

****** Day 1

The evening flew by as both of us were chatting and discussing the bet. Along with texting Michelle and Dave it allowed us more insight into the extent of the bet. The rules were pretty simple, there is to be no orgasm from either Dave or Jane. Michelle and myself are allowed to behave normally and can masturbate or have our partner help us masturbate to get off. Neither Dave or Jane can touch themselves since that could lead to orgasm.

The bet will conclude on the Saturday when we drive down and see them. If by then no one has won the bet I suggested that they can sit and watch as Michelle and me have fun. Funny how that didn't fly too well, but then again, both of our partners are a bit stubborn. The tie breaker was discussed briefly with no conclusion as to what would happen if both of them resisted the six days until we meet.

By the time our boys went to bed Jane is already worked up. Thinking about no sex has made her very horny, not to mention she is always ready to go after her period. Plus I might have touched her, kissed her and maybe suggested things over the evening to help her along. Michelle and myself have already discussed that we are going to see if we can make one of them cave. Maybe a bit selfish, but it is part of the game. 

I lean over to Jane and snuggle up close to her. I can feel her excitement radiating off her and touching her sends a shock through her body. "What are you doing?" she questions as she tries to create a little distance between us.

"Just trying to keep you warm," as my grin slowly appears on my face. "That is allowed right?"

Biting her bottom lip, "Yes, but only that."

My hands wrap around her body, feeling her warmth from her as my head snuggles up to her face. "This is going to be fun," I think to myself as my cock starts to wake up. My hand slightly brushes against her tit, her nipple already erect, and she jumps.

"Hey," she exclaims.

"What, " I innocently play, "I didn't mean to."

"Right."

"Oh, I could be a lot worse than that," I remark as my lips make contact with her neck.

She squirms with the touch and a gasp escapes her mouth. "Stop," she groans as the nibbling and kissing along her neck starts to send shivers down her body. Her pussy starts to ache and she can feel herself getting wet. "Please stop," she quietly says again as my lips reach her ear and I start to trace it with my tongue.

"Oh, is this bugging you?", whispering into her ear.

She tries to pull away from my lips, "No but it is not helping."

Letting go of my embrace she slides quickly away from me to the other end of the couch. Her breathing a little faster and I can see her face flush with heat. She wants more, I can tell. Should I push my luck? Can I keep this up and not make her mad or upset her? "You are a little horny eh?" I remark as I glance down and notice her fidgety hands.

She looks to me and I can see the lust in her eyes. She glances back down to her hands and quietly says,"If you keep doing that I would want more." She squirms a bit again, "And I don't think I could stop myself from having more."

"Fair enough," I state. "I wouldn't want you to cave the first day." Sitting back into the couch I reach down and shift my hard-on so that it is not pinned in my pants. I glance over and notice her watching and can see her eyes sparkle. I smile and grab the remote, proud of myself.

Turning back to the TV, I flip through our shows and select a recent one. As it starts to play I glance over at Jane and see that she is trying to focus on the tv. Her face is flush still and her eyes still holding a hint of lust in them.

"This is going to be a really fun week," I think to myself as I put my feet up on the bench and turn back to the TV, my mind wandering on how far I can push this bet.

******** Day 2

Rolling over in bed I slip underneath her covers and feel Jane's warm skin against my body. Her breathing is slow as my hands slide around her body. Nuzzling my head into her neck I can smell her hair and think about kissing her neck to wake her up. 

"Behave," quietly comes from her lips like she knew what I was thinking.

"Have a little faith," I jokingly say as my hand reaches up and cups her breast, squeezing her nipple teasingly. 

"Hey, stop it." as she takes my hand and slides it away from her breast and gently holds it. 

Grinning, I hold her tight and feel her tight against my skin. My cock pressed up against her ass. Getting aroused from holding her this close as my cock begins to grow. How far can I push this? Will she cave and give in. Closing my eyes I drift off into a light sleep till she moves my arm and slips out of bed and heads to the bathroom.

Rolling over, I notice the time and realize I need to get up too. Feeling my hard-on I wish I could release it but I agreed as well to have no sex. I will have to try a littler harder next time as I get out of bed with my dick leading the way. 

*************

Going to the bathroom I feel my pussy aching. It wants to have a cock buried deep inside so badly and it is all I can think about since this stupid bet. How am I going to be able to resist? Standing up and flushing the toilet, I turn on the shower and hope that the hot water will help me relax. Slipping off my night shirt, I get into the shower and feel the warm water flowing over my body. I don't have time for my normal routine, I just want to cool off a bit.

Taking the sponge and getting some soap on it I start to wash my body, running it over my shoulders and down the front of my body. My breasts are so sensitive now and the feeling of the sponge running over them touching my nipples sends a shiver down my body. It would feel so good with an actual hand playing with them, squeezing my nipples.

I stop myself and continue to wash the rest of my body. The hot water flowing over it helps a bit but I know that I want more, no, need more. Finishing quickly, I run my hair under the faucet and get it wet and then add the shampoo. Scrubbing my hair I start to get the urge again, wishing it was a hand that was running through my hair and pulling it gently. I snap back quickly realizing my other hand has drifted down to my pussy. 

Running my head under the water, I quickly rinse the soap out of my hair and the rest of my body. Turning off the water I step out of the shower and see Trevor at the sink brushing his teeth. Bent over slightly with his bare ass exposed, it looks so hot. My pussy begins to ache again wanting to reach out and pull him towards me. Kissing and groping as our bodies explore each other again as if it was all a new experience. Grabbing the towel I turn around and start to dry off as he finishes up and leaves the bathroom.

"This might be harder than I thought," I ponder. I am just going to have to focus and not let it get me going. Smiling to myself I think, "I am not going to lose this bet no matter how bad I want it." 

******

Working all day helps keep my mind off sex, at least until I get texts from Dave asking how I'm doing? Of course he also told me his thoughts on what he wants to do to me, now and on the weekend. By the end of the day, my pussy is throbbing constantly and my panties are soaked. Packing up for the day I wonder how I am going to be able to control myself. Already the urges are harder to resist and knowing Trevor, he will be at it again. The thought makes my pussy throb more. It's going to be a long night.

I arrive home to Trevor pulling dinner out of the oven. His ass looks so good in those tight pants; I just want to touch it but I resist and put down my coffee mug and purse on the counter. "Hey!"

"How was your day," Trevor asks as he starts to plate the food for the boys. 

"Quiet and long, how about yours?" I respond leaning on the counter and wondering how to keep my distance.

"Boys, dinner is ready," he yells, "and my day was quiet. Although wondering how you are doing," he says with a twinkle in his eyes. 

"Okay, although it has been hard. Plus I've been getting a few texts today which didn't help."

The boys file through and grab their plates and forks and head off to the family room as I get my plate from the cupboard. "Little hard to focus," he smirks as he turns back to me. He moves quickly to me and wraps my hands around me before I can move away. 

"Just a little," as a smile slowly creeps onto my face. My body is aching just with physical contact. The strong arms around my body make me feel so safe. I kiss him quickly on the lips, "But I'm good."

He smiles and I can see his mind working as he turns around and starts to get his dinner on his plate. "I will have to test that later."

"Will you?" my heart skips a beat and I feel the rush of heat in my pussy. Damn. How do I keep in control. I have never been this excited and turned on, and all because of a stupid bet. "Well we shall see. I am winning this bet."

"Oh I know. Michelle and I discussed you two," as he ponders that statement, "and we have thoughts of our own."

"And what was discussed?" I quickly ask as my heart starts to speed up some more.

He smiles. "Oh, just which one of us could break the others will." The look in his eyes more intense then I have seen them in a very long time. 

My knees buckle for a brief second and my face flush with heat as he passes by me and gives me another quick kiss on the cheek. He then moves into the family room with the boys and asks what they are going to watch for dinner.

I stand frozen in place trying to regain what little composure I have left. My wet throbbing pussy is definitely not helping right now. After a minute or two I move to get my dinner ready taking slow deep breaths and head into the room to have my dinner.

************

"Please," her eyes are begging. "No more"

All evening I have been pushing her. Teasing and touching her body. She is on fire and I can sense it. I want to break her and have my release but she is holding fast to her bet. Continuing to push the limits of her resolve, I move in for the kill.

"But I know you want it. You are soaking wet," as my tongue slides over her lips. "I can feel you quiver with each touch. You want something. You want a cock, don't you?"

"Yes, ummm, no, I don't know" Jane laments as her hips move up to feel my tongue against her clit. 

She is so horny I could make her cum with almost no effort if I use my fingers. Slipping one along her lips I feel her try to close her legs against my head. "No," she forcefully commands. "You can't do that, I don't want to cum."

"Yes you do, but you don't want to cum because of the bet," Slipping a finger in she rolls her head back and groans. "I know you want to cum. If you won't cum with my fingers maybe you need something else."

My cock has been aching to be inside her. I know she wants it but she is holding fast. I am surprised by her resistance. This is the first time since we have been together that she has said no to me. The bet is the main reason but I can't resist pushing the limits. Part of my charm, you can say. My hand slides down and slips my cock out of my pants.

"Oh I think you want something else," as I slide up to her breasts, still covered by her nightshirt. Nipples are fully erect as I suck one of them through the shirt. 

"No, you can't," she exclaims. "I don't want to.."

"You don't want to what?" as my cock slides along her pussy lips. Slipping and sliding from how wet she is. God she is so hot right now. "The bet only really covered if you cum. Didn't say I couldn't feel how wet you are, with my tongue, fingers and cock."

She reacts to the word cock as It slips to her entrance and she tries to pull away. I shift along with her as my head starts to go in.

"No, I am serious. Stop," her tone is firm and almost angry and tormented. 

I pause and look at her. I can see the determination in her face and the lust mixed with wanting to stop. I slowly back away from her and sit down on the couch. My hard cock standing at attention and looking so lonely and rejected. I stuff my cock back into my pants with a little pout on my lips.

"Okay," I state as I turn back to the remote and turn the TV on. 

The silence is so loud that when the tv comes on it is almost deafening. I look over at her and see her open legs and dripping pussy just sitting there, almost calling my name and asking for more attention. "You sure want to win this bet don't you," I comment as I flip through the shows that we have and select one to play.

"Yes. I do," she replies as she closes her legs and pulls the blanket over herself to cover up.

"We shall see," but I am now even more determined to push her, knowing that she is aching to have an orgasm but trying to hold on so that she can win the bet. I do have time, which from what I can taste, she is running out of. My thoughts are drowned out by the TV show coming on as a smile crosses my lips.

******** Day 4

My phone has been very active today with the texting from Michelle and her frustration. It seems that she is having no luck in making Dave cave. Working nights also makes it harder since she doesn't see him much but it seems he is doing his best to avoid being alone with her. Her frustration of needing a release is evident. 

"In a few days I can help you with that," I reply knowing that it doesn't help right now.

"I need it now."

"Well you can masturbate. You have shown me a video or two of that already."

"Not the same :(" and it seems that the frown is supposed to be a pout.




The Bet



Smiling to myself, I know what she means. Jane hasn't caved either. She has been resilient and firm in her stance on winning this bet. I could go and whack off to get some release but this bet has turned me into a teasing rod. Getting off on driving Jane insane, knowing that she can't cum, has almost done the opposite where she is over sensitive to everything. 

All my attempts last night were not in vain. I had my head buried in her pussy as my tongue traced her lips. She was so wet and groaning, telling me to stop over and over again. The sexual tension is so high that I could probably get her to cum with just one finger in less than a minute. I resisted that, knowing that I am here to tease unless she says go for it. My cock was so hard last night that I wish I could have slid it in. Not getting it, but being so close to having it, has made me realize how hot it is. 

"Well I am in the same position, " I replied wishing I could be with her right now and have my head buried in her pussy. "So wish I could hold you right now. Kiss you. Feel your body close to mine." 

"Jesus! Stop. I'm already horny enough! I don't need to get my panties soaked at work," she says. "Bad enough I can't get it right now."

"Okay, but just so you know," as I select a pic of my body showing off how hard I have worked in the past year in losing weight and working out. Of course my cock is there too just to help her imagination. "Thinking of you," as I hit send.

"I have to get back to work now," she types," will ttyl".

"k. Ttyl", grinning to myself knowing she hasn't seen the pic yet.

A few minutes later my phone goes off again and I see, "Jesus! ;)," I grin to myself knowing that I probably just soaked her panties again. I like it when that happens.

Heading off to my desk I ponder how Jane is making out with her urges.

******** Day 5

The tension in the room is so thick I could cut it with a knife. Yes a little cliche, but the sexual tension has been building all week. Tomorrow is the last day for the bet but both of our bodies are on fire. Any physical contact and it sends us groping and kissing. We're sitting on opposite ends of the couch and I can still feel the electricity between us. 

Glancing over at Jane, she is trying to focus on the TV but I can tell her mind is not really on that. The show ends and looking at the clock I see it is close to our bedtime. I've been teasing her on and off all night and I really want to see if I can push her some more. Turning off the TV and collecting our dishes we head upstairs to the bedroom.

Jane is doing her bathroom routine as I sneak up behind her and wrap my arms around her. My hard body pressed up against her as my cock pushes into her ass cheeks. She tries to pull away but I hold on and nibble her neck. Her legs quiver and she groans. Her mind has stopped working since she lets me continue, enjoying the sensations. 

I let go and head back to bed, figuring that I will let her finish what she is doing. She turns off the light as she finishes and climbs into bed and begins cocoon wrapping herself in her blankets, trying to protect every inch of her body from my prying hands. She doesn't get too far before I close the short distance between us and let my hands slip under the blankets and feel her warm body.

"Trevor...," she starts to say but my mouth covers hers and she kisses me back. Deep. Passionately. Tongues circling and teasing each other as my hand reaches for her nipple and I squeeze it hard. Groaning into my mouth she pulls away and her eyes close enjoying the sensation. 

"Damn, you're so hot right now," I exclaim as my mouth moves to her neck and she whimpers a bit. Trying to resist, she starts to relax and let me taste her neck. Sliding down slowly I reach her nipple and bite down hard, feeling her jump again from the pleasure it is giving her. 

"Trevor, stop.... I can't take this."

I ignore her pleas as I mount her. Guiding myself between her legs I can feel the heat radiate from her womanhood. Wet and hot my hard cock slides along it. "I want to fuck you," whispering into her ear," and I know you want my cock in you."

Nodding, she whimpers a bit, "but I can't, the bet..." it trails off as my cock slips inside. "Damn..." Her hips move up and my cock buries itself deep inside her. I don't move enjoying the sensation of her hot pussy taking my cock. Knowing that if I am not careful she could cum or want to continue. 

"I can't, " she quietly says although her eyes are saying more than that.

"I know." I slowly start to slide it in and out. 

She groans and tries to pull away but I hold firmly onto her and push my cock deeper. She groans and starts to move her hips in time. I slowly pull out and she gasps.

"Stop, I am so close to not wanting too! Please stop."

"So you want my cock?" I ask as I slip it in again and she sighs again as it buries itself deep into her.

"I SO want it, but I am so close."

Oh she feels so good right now, I just want to fuck her hard. Pound my cock into her and make her scream with an orgasm. "I know, but you feel so good, and I want to fuck you so bad." I slide my cock in and out of her. She groans some more and then pushes my chest with her hands, "STOP!" she pleads.

"You want me to stop?" as I stop moving my hips but leaving my hard cock inside.

"No, but I have to," she looks at me pleading with her eyes. The lust is still there. She is conflicted again. She wants to have more but her determination to win the bet is still strong.

Pulling my cock out again she groans as I lay it along her lips, feeling how wet and horny she is. "But you feel so good with it in. I just want to fuck you. Make you cum. Can't you feel how hard I am for you?"

"I am so close in letting you fuck me. You don't know how close I am, " she almost has tears in her eyes.

"Really?" Shifting again I let it slide in and she pushes against my chest trying to stop me.

"No, please, no," she exclaims as she is conflicted. "I don't know if I can stop you, or myself!"

Pumping my cock in very slow deep motions I can feel her fighting to stay in control. Not wanting to let go and give in to the passion. The urge to win is slowly dwindling away, her eyes are starting to glaze over and she moans with each thrust. I stop again and look at her and she looks at me, pleading for me to stop but also wanting me not too.

I pull out and kiss her gently, "No more." I have pushed her far enough. I am not going to be the one that crosses that line. She has to want me to finish and make her cum and she is already past that point of emotions. "Go to sleep, you have a long day tomorrow."

She lies motionless not wanting to move. She slowly pulls the cover around herself and snuggles into her cocoon. Her eyes close and her breathing slows down as she rolls over onto her side. 

I am proud of her, the multiple attempts to have her cave and she held fast although she was very close to breaking. I could have been cruel and pushed her to the breaking point but the excitement brought on by the bet has been incredible. Pulling my blankets up over me, I feel my hard cock and think that tomorrow is going to be one long day. But SO WORTH IT. 

********Day 6

The three hour drive to see Michelle and Dave is torturous. Not only because they can see where we are on the highway with an app on our phones, but because he has been teasing me the whole way down. My panties are soaked and my mind is floating as I try to stay focused and in control. Trevor and I didn't make any contact this morning in trying to keep to the bet. This only made my pussy throb harder, wanting a hard cock in it so bad. The urge to stay in control is unbearable. I have no idea on how I am going to control myself when we arrive.

This whole week has been exhilarating. The sensation of not being allowed to cum has put all my senses on overdrive with little effort in making me gush from my pussy. Not to mention the attention from Trevor. He has been like an animal, prodding and poking me with his tongue, fingers and cock. He seems to know which buttons to push to make it come as close to the edge as possible and then pull back. Over and over again,all week, he did this to me which has driven me to what is now a constant high. 

We are only about half an hour away when we stop at the rest stop to get some food and bathroom break. I need to pee in a very bad way and also dry myself off. My pussy is soaked. The constant thoughts running through my head and the teasing from Dave is not helping and my panties are drenched. Ah well, they won't be on long once we get there anyways.

*****

"You made it, " exclaims Michelle as she gives Jane a big hug and then turns to me. "Hey sexy."

"Hey you, you're looking damn fine," as I pull her in and give her a kiss. Our tongues search briefly for each other, just enough to stir my cock from slumber. 

I glance over and see Dave and Jane in an embrace as well, kissing deeply. I wonder how he is doing through all of this. 

"Drink? " asks Michelle and I nod in agreement.

"Please, the drive was not that bad but I sure could handle one right now."

"And what would you like?"

Pondering for a second or two I respond, "Rye is good."

With a giggle, "Oh we have lots of that here," as Michelle starts to move around the kitchen and make me a drink. "Jane, for yourself?"

As Jane discusses what she wants to drink I take our bags and navigate down to our room and put them down. Thinking back to our first time here I remember having Michelle on the bed on all fours as I pound my cock into her from behind. My cock gets harder with the thought and I turn around to get my drink from the kitchen.

It doesn't take long till the conversation turns to the bet. Everyone is chiming in with their thoughts and pain from the week. Dave's saving grace was that he worked nights so the limited time that he saw Michelle helped in keeping him from popping. Michelle has been going crazy and her lust for satisfaction is probably as high as Jane's. 

I pipe up, "So with no one giving in to the bet," I look over at both Dave and Jane, "how are we going to settle the tie breaker?"

Silence fills the room as everyone looks at each other, pondering on what the objective would be to have the bet decided. "I would think that the first person to cum would be the loser, but since you two came up with this bet... "

Michelle curses, "Stupid bet."

I continue, "I think it is only fair that Michelle and myself should decide on how it should be decided?" 

Michelle is nodding in agreement and both Dave and Jane are looking worried now, knowing that we could come up with some very cruel means of making them decide. 

"Can't we just say it was a tie and be done with it?" Jane says as she slides over to me and gives me a kiss on the lips. "I mean, we have done what was asked, go without cumming until today. I think it is only fair that we are both claimed winners, right Dave?" She glances over at him and gives him a sultry smile.

"Yep, I think that is right. We both won this." As he looks over at Jane he adds, "but I know I would have outlasted you." He winks to seal that deal with the statement.

"Oh no you wouldn't!" I roll my eyes with Jane's last comment. 

"Seriously," I say and then before I could react I hear in chorus, " Really? Seriously? Blah Blah Blah..."

We all start to laugh and then have another sip of our drinks as we move outside to discuss further on what will be the tie breaker. 

*****

My cock is sliding easily in out of Michelle, she is straddling me in the hot tub as she looks into my eyes with lust. "Damn it feels so good. I waited all week to feel you riding my cock again."

Not stopping, she kisses me deeply and whispers into my ear, "This week has been torture. I so am going to fuck your brains out tonight. I have been wanting a hard cock in me all week and with this bet I have been going crazy." She starts to pump harder up and down on my cock and I can see she is starting to get close to cumming. I shift my hips a bit and start to match her thrusts and can feel my cock burying deep inside with each thrust.

I look over and see Jane riding Dave, whimpering and groaning with each thrust. The bet was over and we can all get our fill of pussy and cock now. Damn she is so sexy as she rides his cock. I focus back on Michelle and can see her start to tremble and a groan escapes her lips. I start to thrust harder. Deeper. Wanting her to cum. Something she has wanted all week but has not been able to get. 

She groans louder and louder and she pulls in close to me as I wrap my hands around her and feel her getting closer and closer. I hold on to her and let her finish. She squeals and starts to shake as her first orgasm hits. Holding onto me for support as her tremors take over her body. Damn I love making women cum, I think as I smile to myself. 

She leans over and kisses me on the lips, "I so needed that."

"I know," as I smile back at her. "I just need to make you cum a few more times to make up for the week.

"Jesus, " she exclaims and giggles.

*************

His cock feels so damn good. Grinding my hips into Dave I feel it thrust deeper inside me. With a slight shift I can make it hit my.... oh yes right there. I groan out loud as the attention to my gspot is finally achieved. 

"So we agree. We cum together and the bet is a tie?" I whisper to him.

"Yes, we are both winners this time, " he smiles back. "But next time be prepared to lose."

Speeding up slightly, "Smart ass," I shoot back at him as I feel him start to thrust up into me. "Oh right there," I groan out loud as I feel it building up. All the tension and frustration from the week is building up to this moment. Not cumming has made me hypersensitive and the sensations that I am feeling is making me somewhat light headed. 

Grinding my hips faster, I want to make him cum, and myself as well. With each thrust it is building more and more. I can feel him tensing up as well. He is getting close. I kiss him deeply as I continue to speed up some more. The water is foaming and bubbling around us and I hear Michelle starting to groan and whimper behind me. 

That turns me on even more knowing that Trevor is giving his cock to Michelle. Making her cum with his cock as I start to tense up, feeling my gspot getting the much needed attention it deserves as Dave's cock thrusts into it each time our hips meet. Harder. Faster. My mind is reeling as I feel Dave getting closer and closer. 

"I am going to cum," I whisper through my groans. "Oh right there..."

Dave stops and looks into my eyes, "Not here."

I groan and pout and lean down to him, "Why?"

"Because I don't want to have to drain and clean the hot tub if I cum. We said we would together, can't do it here."

Sighing I pout, "Okay, where then?"

Slipping off his cock, I sit down beside him, the jet pulsating onto my back although wishing it was my pussy. He slowly stands up and takes my hand, "oh we will find a place."

Leading me out of the hot tub and grabbing a towel for both of us we quickly dry off and then put on our robes so that we could be covered up going into the house. Glancing back I see Trevor and Michelle embrace as she is coming down from her orgasm. Smiling at Trevor I see that he glances over at me and smiles back. He leans into her ear and whispers something and she looks up. 

"We are going inside, you guys want to join us," I say with a gleam in my eye as we have not really had a chance to have all four of us playing together at the same time yet.

"Sure," Michelle pipes up and moves to get out of the hot tub. Trevor just smiles and follows behind her. 

Heading inside, I don't see Dave around and glance downstairs and then hear the toilet flush from the bathroom. As we move downstairs, I discard the robe near the chair and sit down on the couch. Pussy is soaked, not from the hot tub but from the thought of finally getting a release. Dave shows up from the bathroom and smiles. "Are they coming in?"

"Yep, " as I hear the door open and their voices quietly talking to each other. Looking back at Dave he is moving towards the couch and sits down beside me, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me in close to his warm body. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my back and wish it was back inside me again. I so need to cum.

Our spouses come downstairs and Michelle heads to the bathroom as Trevor sits down on the couch. Looking at me he glances down and sees my glistening pussy covered in my juices. Smiling he moves in closer and kisses me. Kissing back, our tongues search for each other as I feel Dave kissing the back of my neck. My pussy almost gushes. I have never experienced two men touching me at the same time. 

I feel hands squeezing my tits and another hand sliding down to my pussy rubbing my clit. My mind is overwhelmed and I kiss Trevor harder and deeper as I start to moan. Trevor pulls away from my mouth and moves down to my nipples and sucks really hard, using teeth and nibbling away on it. Letting out a loud groan as I feel two fingers sliding to my gushing pussy. My hips begin to gyrate wanting more than fingers, but a hard cock. Half opening my eyes, I see Michelle looking down at us her eyes filled with lust. 

She leans over and starts to kiss Trevors neck. He stops his attention to my tits and sits up as she continues to kiss and rub his chest with her hands. Feeling my pussy starting to ache for more than just fingers I sit up slightly and turn towards Dave. I want him, his cock and my orgasm and I can't wait any longer. 

"Fuck me," I state to him, "Fuck me now!"

Dave doesn't hesitate as he gently pushes me down and I end up with my head in Trevor's lap. Trevor shifts a bit so that his cock is beside my face. I tilt my head and take it in my mouth, as Trevor lets out a groan. I feel hands roaming my body and my nipples being squeezed and I open my eyes to see Michelle looking down at me as her hands work my nipples.

My pussy fills with cock as Dave slides into me and starts to pump hard and deep. Sucking on Trevor's cock I feel my nipples being sucked as Michelle teases them between her teeth. I arch my back and can feel my body getting close. I have never been this stimulated, so much at once, my mind is reeling. My body is on fire as my orgasm is building at a rapid pace. 

Trevor's cock falls out of my mouth as I start to groan with each thrust, my hips arching up into Dave trying to get it deeper. My pussy is on fire after being neglected for the whole week not being able to cum. Suddenly Dave pulls out and I look up at him with a, "What the fuck," as I see Michelle move her mouth down to my pussy. 

"Can I," I hear her ask between kisses as she slowly moves down my body towards my pussy.

My mind is reeling from all this attention and I can barely let out, "Yes."

Her tongue traces my soaked pussy lips and then starts to work on my clit. My eyes close again as I feel the regular tingling in my pussy from the attention. I reach for Trevor's cock again and pull it into my mouth. Taking it all as deep as I can take it, I start to suck him hard and fast. The fire building in my pussy is growing at a rapid pace and my mind is reeling. His cock slips out of my mouth as he gasps and I groan from what Michelle is doing to my pussy.

Glancing down, I see Michelle working her magic on my pussy as Dave slides in behind her and starts to fuck her from behind. The scene is so erotic and my my mind goes numb with the sensations. I am so close to cumming from the attention on my pussy, I realize that I had stopped sucking Trevor's cock. My lips wrap around his cock again as I try to focus on his cock. Sucking the tip of his cock and letting out moans from the fire between my legs I feel the walls coming down. The wave building to an eruption as I hear Dave getting close. My body tenses up and releases its week long frustration as I explode into a mind numbing orgasm. A brief shattering of stars clouds my vision as I quiver with aftershocks and arch my back. Dave moans and collapses onto Michelle's back, breathing hard from his release. The room is eerily quiet for a few seconds as I look up at Trevor. His cock dripping with precum and pointing directly at my face. He is smiling down at me as he leans down and kisses me gently on the lips and then moves towards Michelle. She has lifted her face up to see him, juices coating her face from my orgasm. Dave slips out of her and falls onto the couch beside me as Trevor takes up position behind Michelle.




The Bet



His cock slips easily into her and he begins to pound her hard, continuing where Dave left off. I nuzzle into Dave on the couch as his arms wrap around me. His breathing has slowed down now and he is running his hands through my hair. Both of us focusing on watching our spouses fuck the shit out of each other as they have been pent up this week as much as we have been.

"So what was the bet if we one of us loses again?", I ask.

"Guess we will have to do it again to find out?", he replies.

I look up at Dave with a twinkle in my eye, "I won't EVER do that bet again."

He chuckles, "Really? Guess we shall see." He leans down and kisses me gently as I hear Trevor and Michelle cumming very loudly and my mind fades quickly back to the hand slowly sliding down between my legs. 

"Well after this week, I plan to make up for it tonight." My hand reaches for his cock and slowly strokes it.

"So do I," he whispers as he kisses me deeply on the lips, "So do I."



The Bet



It was a Friday night, early and nice out; just nice enough for a trip down South Street by' myself. I loved coming down here in general but it was almost' always so much better when I was alone. Sometimes, I would walk around for a bit, and then take a trip down to the river and sit there for a while. 

Instead, tonight I was thinking of stopping in a bar to have a few drinks before getting on the Frankford-Market line to make my way home. 

I stopped in a few places; most of them were' packed though. After three different bars all of which were so full of people I couldn't' find a seat, I made my way down towards 15th street and wandered into a place called Petes.

By this point, I just wanted a seat and a drink, so I ignored the crowd and made my way to the bar. I sat down and a female bartender approached me with a nice smile on her face. "How can I help you?"

"I'll take a Coors Light please,"

"No problem,"

She returned a few moments later and handed me the beer. I paid her for it, then took a swig and savored the taste sitting it down on the counter and looking back up at her. 

"So; is this your first time in a place like this?"

I wasn't' so sure what she meant by "a place like this," and chuckled taking another swig of my beer. 

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"A gay bar," she replied in a very nonchalant manner. "You did realize this was a gay bar...didn't you?"

I thought she was joking at first. She had to be joking, right; why the' hell would I have knowingly walked into a gay club. But' when I looked around at my surrounding's I suddenly saw it as though I had been blind. 

There were practically no women here; the ones that were women looked like your typical butch lesbian. All of the men were either flamboyant enough to tell they were gay, or still gave it away by the fact that they were dancing with other men. 

Some were even making out; how could I have been so stupid?

"So it is a gay bar," I said laughing nervously. 

"You're kidding right; you really didn't notice?"

"No," I replied laughing harder now. 

"It's okay; I'm here. Might as well stick around a bit and finish my beer."

She smiled at me noticing I was almost done and grabbed me another one, setting it down in front of me. I reached into my pocket for my wallet but she shook her head and motioned for me to put it away. "It's on me," she said happily. 

"Not many straight guys would be so calm in a situation like this. I have to respect that about you; so, put your wallet away. It's on me,"

"Thanks," I smiled. 

We started up a nice conversation. I learned that her name was Michelle; she'd' been working here about five years and she was thirty years old now. She was also a lesbian and was dating an older woman who was actually' related to the owner of this club. That was apparently how she had gotten this job in the first place. I told her my name was Brian and that I was twenty' eight years old and currently single...and very lonely.

We talked about past relationships and offered each other listening ears and before I knew it, I had been here drinking and talking with her for well over an hour; it was almost 11:30 at night. 

I'd' had at least five beers but I wasn't' quite feeling it yet, which was fine. I was not really looking to get' wasted anyway. 

"I'll be right back," I said standing up and stretching. 

"Have to go relieve the bladder,"

She laughed as I walked away and made my way towards the men's room. I returned just five minutes later and sat back down to notice a sort of nervous look on Michelle's face. 

"You okay?" I asked concerned.

"Yeah," she laughed slightly. "You might want to head on home though."

"Nah, nights still young and I'm enjoying myself."

"Okay," she said leaning in close. "Then I should probably warn you before you find it out for yourself. See those two guys over there,"

She pointed past me and I turned slightly to follow the direction she was pointing in; across the room, I could see two men about my age. One of them wore a white t-shirt and a pair of fitted jeans. He had blonde hair that came down to his eyes and a big smile. 

The other had short spiky brown hair and wore a black t-shirt that said "Kiss me, I'm horny," and a pair of gray denim jeans. 

"What about them," I asked not seeing anything that stood out about them except they were obviously not shy about their sexualities.

"The blonde is James and the brown haired guy is Chris. Their locals here at this club, and they have a sort of...track record I guess you can say."

"Track record huh? What do you mean by that?"

"Well you see," she said popping open a fresh beer and handing it to me. 

"James and Chris...they are a couple. Not exactly boyfriends though, their more like friends with benefits. Their very open sexually and they like to invite other people into the bedroom sometimes. Mainly straight men like yourself who wander in here from time to time."

I laughed, not really taking her seriously despite the look of sincerity on her face. 

"C'mon," I said. "What straight guy...besides me...would wander in here willingly?"

"Curious folks sometimes here just to have fun with their friends, sometimes they come in big crowds...sometimes they get lost like you," she laughed. "The point is...James and Chris have' a habit of seducing most of these straight guys. Seems to work every time, believe it' or not. Now I'm not doubting' your sexuality or your confidence in it, but I'm telling you whatever trick these two have, their damn good at getting in a straight guys pants."

I still was not taking Michelle seriously and' laughed her off taking a swig of my beer. She got the point and sighed defeated, changing the subject but I could tell she kept looking over at James and Chris as though she were hoping they'd' keep to themselves.

Eventually, Michelle perked her head up, eyes slightly wide and sighed looking at me a few seconds later. 

"Alright, get ready their coming over here now," she warned me. I laughed and paid it no attention until I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to look up into the blue eyes of the blonde' whose name was James. 

"Hey there cutie," he said. "My names James,"

I looked at Michelle and she gave me a look that said be' careful what you say, but I shrugged it off and she went about serving other customers for the time being. 

"Names' Brian," I said introducing myself. We shook hands and James smiled over at his friend. 

"This is my friend Chris,"

"Nice to meet you both," I said shaking Chris' hand as well. James pulled out one bar stool on the left side of me and sat down while Chris took a seat on the other stool to the right of me. 

"So tell me," James said.

"What's someone as hot as you doing in a place like this all alone?"

"Oh...I actually didn't realize this was a gay club until after I came in. I was just looking for a place to have a few beers."

"So you're a straight boy," Chris asked. Michelle glanced over at me as if to tell me with her eyes, not to give too much information away. Partly wanting to prove to her that she was just being overly paranoid, I smiled and nodded my head.

"Yeah, I'm straight as an arrow."

"Awe, what a disappointment," James said smiling. 

"You have a girlfriend? I bet the ladies must be all over someone as cute as you."

"Not currently," I admitted. "We broke up a few months back. I've' been single ever since, by choice really. I'm just not ready to move on yet,"

We continued talking for a few minutes and honestly, everything really did seem completely normal to me. I could not see anything in either of these' two men that told me that anything Michelle had said was true. Maybe she had just been playing around with me, trying to freak the straight boy out a little. 

I did notice how playful James seemed and how he kept flirting quite obviously with me; I also noticed how Chris did not seemed bothered by this at all. In fact, he wore the same bright smile the entire conversation.

Just as I started to think Michelle was crazy, the situation began to change.

"So," James said. "Has Michelle told you about Chris and me at all?"

I looked over at Michelle who was now leaning against the counter smiling and taking a sip of her' own beer. 

"What do you mean," I asked trying to play it off.

I didn't want to outright say yes because I wasn't trying to make them angry at her or anything like that; so I acted as clueless as I could.

"About our track record," Chris said.

I looked at Michelle again and she rolled her eyes and gave me a look saying just to tell them; she didn't' seem to care much. 

"Oh, that track record; yeah, she may have mentioned something about it."

"Really now," James said. "So you know that we're quite fond of straight boys like yourself then. And' you still seem so comfortable around us."

"I'm not an asshole," I said. "I'm completely comfortable with my sexuality. So as long as I have nothing to worry about, why would I have any problems hanging out with you two and talking as friends? If I had a problem with any of this, I'd' have left this club before you two even noticed me over here."

"Well, I can see you're not like most straight boys," Chris said.

"What do you mean?" 

"We can always win them over," James said. "But their usually rude and ignorant until after we're done with them," he laughed. I chuckled and shook my head hoping this conversation would go in another direction...away from them so openly flirting with me.

"So, have you ever been with a guy before," James asked. I guess my hopes of them drifting away from this topic were not going to be' answered any time soon.

"No. I've always been straight; no interest in guys what so ever."

I was surprised even myself at how calm I was in this conversation, I was not irritated or anything. In fact, I almost found the entire thing to be quite humorous, and still' they continued pushing, flirting, making moves and taking random shots at me every few minutes or so. Michelle just stood shaking her head and silently laughing as well; she seemed to know the whole time where this was going though.

"So how do you know you're not interested in men if you've never been with one," Chris asked.

"See, it's a lot like vegetables," James said. 

"You'll never know if you'd like them, until you try them. Dick is sort of the same way...so be a good boy, and eat' your dick...or, in a more' straight forward way, my dick,"

Chris started laughing and James just sat there smiling at me the whole time and honestly I could not help but laugh myself; that really was quite a corny one he had just spewed out there. 

"You guys are really nice," I said finally. "But' I'm really not interested; I wouldn't mind being friends or anything, but as far as my sexuality is concerned I'm strictly pussy."

"Oh c'mon," James continued pressing. "Just give us one shot; I guarantee you won't be disappointed. I know at least ten other guys who use to say they were straight before they met us, and they can all back my word."

I sighed and shook my head. "Look...I'm really not-"

"Not interested right," Chris finished my sentence. 

"Look, just one chance is all we're asking for. Tell you what; how about we make you a bet."

"A bet," I asked.

"Yeah...a bet," James said. "I bet you...that I can give you a boner."

I laughed and nodded my head, seriously thinking he was trying to joke around with me now. There was no way he could be serious in the least bit. This was just getting stupid now.

"What if I lose?"

"Well hold on now, we'll get to that," Chris said. 

"Here are the rules; this is a game we play from time to time with guys that really swear they don't like guys. The rules are as follow; James has three minutes to do whatever he wants to get your dick hard. If he wins, you have to come home with us and let us have our way with you. If by some chance you win, then we back off and leave you alone. Or, we could be friends if your still not feeling to' awkward about that after we're done with you."

That had to be the stupidest idea I had ever heard in my entire fucking life, and yet I could tell just how serious they were both being about it just by looking at them. 

They weren't' joking at all and I was amazed at how far they were willing to go to get me into bed with them as soon as possible. I didn't' know why, maybe it was the urge to prove them wrong, or maybe it was curiosity, curiosity of whether or not they really had seduced those straight men and if they had, then how. 

Whatever it was, I found myself speaking my reply without even thinking about it beforehand.

"Deal,"

Michelle popped her head up and I jumped at my own voice looking over at her, she was surprised at me and I was surprised at myself. James and Chris smiled and James stood up, taking me by the hand. 

"Follow me," he said. "Let's go outside and find a place that's a little more....private."

I slid off the bar stool, Chris slipped Michelle enough money to cover my tab. They were both so' confident as they led me across the bar and towards the exit. Michelle shook her head watching as the three of us left, and she sighed putting the money Chris left her in the cash register.

"There goes another one," she muttered to herself.

When we got outside, James led me around into an alleyway between the club and another building. We moved as deep down the alley as we could until we were far enough out of sight that he could do...whatever he was planning to do to me, without being' seen. He pushed me up against the wall and the next thing I knew he was rubbing his whole body up against mine while Chris leaned against the opposite wall watching us. 

"Start the timer Chris," he said softly. 

Upon finishing that last sentence, James leaned in close and kissed me on the lips. I was shocked at how soft his lips were against my own, and more shocked when I felt his tongue rubbing against my lips begging me for permission to enter my mouth. 

I opened my mouth for him and he slid his tongue inside, entwining it with my own and passionately kissing me. As he did this, he continued rubbing his entire body up against mine and squeezing my cock through the fabric of my pants. He eventually broke the kiss and started licking, sucking and biting my neck. 

"Shit," I thought to myself. He had found my weak spot; that was a cheat move. Anyone could get me turned on by kissing me on the neck, especially sucking my neck. It was an instant hard-on for me, I tried my best to ignore the sensations flowing through me, but he was so persistent about it that it just wasn't' that easy.

He slid his hands up under my shirt and started teasing my nipples with them while still sucking on my neck; I was certain he was going to leave one big ass hickey that probably would be impossible to hide. 

I could feel my cock starting to grow in my pants, and started to feel confused and distraught; what the fuck was happening to me? Why was this so easy for him to turn me on? I was certain it was only because he had found my weakness in my neck. But' at the same time, I couldn't' get over how soft his lips felt against mine. 

Maybe I was not as sure of my sexuality as I had thought that I was.

Then it came; I let it out before I could even stop myself. A soft and low but' loud enough to hear moan, that caught the attention of both men as soon as it left my lips. 

"Oh, did you hear that," Chris asked. "He just moaned...I think he likes it,"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure he does," James agreed. 

But' he wasn't' done with me yet apparently, as he continued practically ravaging me. 

He slid my shirt up higher now and leaned in close tracing his tongue around my left nipple for a few seconds before gently biting it and then sucking on it for a few moments. Then he switched to the right one and started licking and sucking that one, while still rubbing the left, which was still wet with his saliva. 

I was twitching and jumping each and' every time that I felt the suction of his lips around my nipple. He had me; I had lost. I had no idea how I had lost this bet that I was so sure I could win, but part of me wondered if somewhere in the back of my head I knew the whole time I would lose. Maybe it had been curiosity when I said that I accepted the deal,

"Okay, okay," I caved and James pulled away smiling up at me. If he continued on, I swore he was going to make me cum in my pants without ever even' having to take my pants off. 

"Well that was easy," 

"You sure don't seem very straight to me anymore Brian," James teased me.

I sighed, defeated; he was right. It's' not like I was completely fascinated with how good it felt. But' I could admit that it was not at all' what I had expected. I had not thought for a moment that making out with another guy' and having him ravage me would feel as good as it had. But' still, they had my attention now, and I was starting to regret not listening to Michelle.

"Well it looks like we won," Chris said. "Now...let's head back to our place. You have to hold up your end of the bargain after all,"

We arrived at James and Chris' apartment twenty minutes after we left the alleyway outside of the bar. When we got there, I was impressed; it wasn't' a very big place, just a small apartment with one bedroom, a kitchen and a nice living room included. James and I went straight to the bedroom while Chris went to relieve his bladder and' also to the kitchen to get us a few drinks. 

When we got into the room, James shoved me onto the mattress and pulled his shirt over his head. 

"You sure did seem to like when I kissed you," he said climbing into the bed with me. He crawled over top of me, such ferocity in his eyes the entire time.

His lips met with mine, and his tongue slid into my mouth and I kissed him back with equal passion. He pulled me up into a sitting position and pulled my shirt off tossing it to the floor before pushing me back down and then undoing my belt. He unzipped my pants and seconds later, my cock was free and his lips were' wrapped around it, sucking me off like a champion.

 I moaned, leaning my head back and grabbing the headboard behind me with both hands as James sucked my cock vigorously while running his hands up my chest and rubbing my nipples. As he did this, I tensed up, lifting my ass up off the bed and shoving my cock deeper down his throat. 

He started tugging at my pants, pulling them off and tossing them to the floor before taking my cock right back into his mouth again. As he sucked my cock, Chris entered the room and started laughing sitting the drinks down on the table next to the bed. 

"Couldn't wait to start without me, could you James?"

He did not reply, simply continued sucking my cock. 

"Well, since you've both already gotten out of your clothes and down to business, don't mind if I join you." 

He removed his shirt, kicked off his shoes and quickly started moving to the side of the bed so he was standing over me. 

"Well, go on," he said motioning down towards his crotch. I got the point quite easily; he wanted me to undo them for him and suck his dick while James was sucking mine. Nervously, I obliged and started to unzip his pants and unbutton them before he slid them down around his ankle. 

His cock was right over me now, already hard as a rock but as he stroked it, it started getting harder. He was around six and a half inches long but the harder he got the bigger he seemed to get.

Next thing I knew, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my mouth towards him, shoving his cock right down my throat. He certainly wasn't' shy about it and I gagged and choked a little at first. I could taste piss on his shaft; he had after all just gone to the bathroom. 




The Bet



I got over it though, and' also started adjusting within a few moments. 

"Mm," he groaned. "Natural cock sucker here; you sure you never did this before?" 

James released my cock from his mouth and laughed, watching as Chris shoved his down my throat. 

"He certainly does look like a natural," he complimented me. 

"Well, move over Chris, I want some too."

James started to remove his pants and boxers and as Chris pulled away from me I got a look at James' dick which was maybe around the same size as Chris, but a lot thicker than his and with more veins popping out. 

He moved over me and sat on my chest, his cock inches from my lips and slid forward shoving it into my mouth. I sucked and' gagged and made all the slurping noises that I was use to hearing girls make when they would go down on me. And' I was really enjoying it; I couldn't' believe it, but I was.

Eventually, they turned me around so that I was leaning off the edge of the bed while James stood in front of me still throat fucking me. In the mean time, Chris got behind me and I jumped in surprise when I felt something hot and wet on my asshole; it was Chris' mouth. 

He had his face buried between my ass cheeks, giving me a rim job as though he were eating out a girl's pussy. It felt strange, yet surprisingly good, and as he slid in a finger, I groaned over James' cock and felt my own dick starting to leak pre-cum, 

Chris continued his rim job and started finger fucking my asshole at the same time and I continued sucking James' cock. Soon, I knew what would happen...soon, I knew, Chris was going to have his dick buried up to the balls inside of me and I wondered how I was going to react to that.

"I think he's ready now," Chris remarked and it was only then that I realized he had three fingers up to the knuckles deep inside of my asshole. 

James pulled away from me so his cock slid out of my mouth and I gasped for air, drool running down my chin. I wiped it off on my arm and gasped again as Chris pulled his fingers out of my asshole and poured some lube on me. It was cold and wet and he rubbed it in making sure my asshole was soaked. 

He applied an extra amount to his cock, stroking it and rubbing it all over his hard shaft before grabbing me by the hips and pulling me up onto my hands and knees. I could feel his hard cock probing at me now, poking and probing as he rubbed it against my ass crack. James sat down on a chair in the corner of the room and started jerking off and watching. 

I tensed up and gripped the bed sheets tight as I felt Chris' cock pushing into my tight asshole, pushing all the way deep down inside of me and I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

I felt sick as he started pounding me with long hard strokes, fucking me nice and hard. I bit my lip grunting each time that he thrust into me. It hurt at first, I'm' not going to lie; it felt like he was shoving a fucking pipe up there. Slowly though, my asshole began to accommodate his size; he had obviously done a fair enough job preparing me for this. 

As I started' warming up the pain began to subside and soon enough he was able to fuck me even harder. I started moaning now, breathing heavier to and my cock started swelling up and leaking pre-cum' from the tip. 

My eyes were blurry with tears, but not tears of pain or emotional pain, it's' just that he was fucking me so hard that was how I was reacting. My moaning started to change from moaning to screams of pleasure and soon I was begging him to fuck me.

I watched James from across the room as he stroked his cock to the sight of me getting' plowed by his lover from behind. Chris pulled out suddenly and' lay back on the bed, pulling me onto his lap and his cock slid right back into my asshole again so that now I could ride him in reverse cowgirl style. 

I bounced up and down on his cock, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room and the musky aroma of sweat and sex filled the air. 

James started moaning as he continued jerking off and suddenly, he was standing up and coming over to the side of the bed. 

He grabbed my head and shoved his cock into my mouth again. I only got' to suck him for about two minutes before he cried out in pleasure and shot his load all over my face.

 I licked my lips, tasting his salty cum; it wasn't' half bad I thought.

Chris was starting to get rather vocal as well, and I could feel his cock swelling up inside of me. 

I knew what was coming; he was coming. 

Moments after that realization dawned on me, I felt him digging his nails into my thighs and I felt something warm and wet flowing deep inside of me as his cock started to pulsate inside of me. I cried out in pleasure as my own cock started pulsating and I shot my own load all over my chest while Chris filled me with his cum,

When it was over, I collapsed back against him and we stayed that way a few seconds before he pulled out from underneath of me and I rolled over onto my stomach trying to catch my breath. They weren't' done with me yet though; James was hard again already and I knew what that meant. 

He climbed onto the bed behind me and I felt his cock against my asshole, which was still wide open and leaking cum from Chris' orgasm. He slid right into me with ease since I was so loose from Chris and started fucking me hard. 

I was sweating, my body was trembling and my muscles were involuntarily twitching each and' every time that he thrust into me. 

He pulled out briefly and flipped me over onto my back, lifting my legs up and pushing his cock right back into me. This was a better position I quickly found as I could feel his throbbing cock running right up against my prostate gland and every time it did my own' erection would twitch and my entire body would jump in surprise. 

Within five minutes, James was pumping my ass full of his cum and he pulled out once he had finished and wrapped his lips around my cock sucking me to my second orgasm of the night. 

When it was over, we both collapsed on the bed next to each other. Chris was already half asleep, exhausted. We all were beat; I was' squeezed in between the both of them staring up at the ceiling above me. I couldn't' believe it but Michelle had been right the whole time. Oh, how fucking right she had been.

And' now here I was sandwiched in between two naked gay men. What a night.