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The Bet Ch. 01

By: freejack



The moment I walked in, I could tell from the look on her face that something had happened. Her smile stretched from ear to ear, and she was beaming at me expectantly, her eyes sparkling wildly with mischief.

"Well?" I asked.

"Well what?" she replied, still grinning, and I could tell that she was going to make me work to get it out of her.

"Well, what happened?"

"Happened? What makes you think anything happened?"

I sighed. "Well, the fact that you're grinning like an idiot, for one. And for two, the fact that you're answering all of my questions with questions."

"Oh."

"So what happened?" I asked again.

"Nothing."

I frowned and rolled my eyes, and seeing that I was starting to get annoyed, she finally answered. "Oh all right," she said petulantly, like I was ruining all of her fun. But then she looked up at me and grinned again, and stated, "I won."

"Won? Won what?" I asked confused.

"The bet."

"The bet?"

"Yeah, the bet," and the way she said it this time, it finally occurred to me what bet she was talking about.

I felt my eyes grow big, (and my cock twitch in my pants), as I stared at her. "Get the fuck out!"

She just continued to smile widely at me, while somehow blushing red at the same time, and pulled something out from behind her back where she'd been holding it. I saw that it was a pair of white, lacy panties.

"You didn't!" I said, knowing instinctively by her behavior that she had, but still unable to quite believe it.

"Oh, I did," she said seductively, moving close to me and lifting the panties to my face. I could clearly detect the faint, musky aroma of pussy on them. She rubbed the smooth silk across my cheek, sending shivers up and down my spine and making my cock throb powerfully within my jeans. "Yes I did," she whispered, "I fucked your mom."

I knew it was coming, but even so, when she uttered those four words, they sent a jolt through my entire body. I thought for a moment that I was having an orgasm the sensation was so strong. My cock began to twitch, and my brain felt like it was on overload.

"I don't believe it," I muttered. But I did! I knew that she was telling the truth, everything about her behavior indicated that this was no lie.

"Oh, it's true," she whispered, pressing the panties firmly against my nose, "Can't you smell your Mom's pussy on these?"

A low guttural moan escaped my throat as I inhaled deeply of the panties' scent. They smelled strongly of pussy, and my cock started jerking wildly at the thought of me sniffing my own mother's sweet juices. My hand reached for my cock, but was intercepted by Cassie's other hand.

"Oh no you don't," she said, "Not yet."

I inhaled again, trying desperately to draw the smell out of the soiled crotch and permanently into my nostrils. My mind was reeling. This was so incredibly crazy! My girlfriend had fucked my mom and was now teasing me with her dirty panties. I was shocked beyond belief.

Sure, I had bet her that she couldn't seduce my mom, but I had never expected her to follow through with it. It had seemed innocent at the time. Well, okay, not innocent, but more like a joke than a real bet; it wasn't like I thought she'd actually act on it. We'd been screwing around, participating in a little bit of kinky sex, when she asked me what my ultimate fantasy was. I told her it was to fuck her and my mom together (it wasn't the first time that incest had come up between us). So we continued to fuck, with her telling me to pretend that she was my mom, and we both came to amazing orgasms soon afterwards. It was a couple minutes later, during our comedown, when she asked, "What if I could make it happen?"

"Make what happen?" I'd replied, not following her.

"Your ultimate fantasy," she said, in a dead serious voice.

I kind of laughed and said, "Yeah right," but she responded, "No. Dead serious, what if I can make it happen?"

"And how are you going to do that?" I asked.

"By seducing your mom," she replied matter-of-fact.

"You? Seduce my mom? Yeah right. Like you know how to seduce a woman. And besides, I don't think she goes that way, if you know what I mean."

"Wanna bet?" she asked so casually, that I didn't even think about it but replied, "Sure."

"Okay, what are the stakes?"

"I'll tell you what," I replied laughing, "If you win, you can name the stakes."

Now, three months later, I was about to find out.

"So," she said, pulling the panties away from my face and bringing me back to the present, "do you want to hear about it or not?"

"Of course!"

She grinned and pushed me down on the couch, then straddled my lap. "Then pay attention, 'cuz I'm only going to tell you once."

I nodded my agreement and stared up at her, completely entranced as she began her story. Her eyes were sparkling more than I'd ever seen them, and I could tell that she was enjoying this just as much as I was – maybe more! "So I called your mom this morning and asked her if she wanted to go to the mall shopping. She was kind of hesitant at first, and I don't think she really wanted to go, but I talked her into it. So everything was going along pretty normal - I bought a couple dresses and a shirt, she got a few things. Then we had lunch in the food court. As we were standing in line, I caught myself staring at your mom's ass, and it was then that I remembered our little bet. The moment I started to think about it, all of the sudden I couldn't stop. My pussy got sooo wet right there standing in line!

"So we're eating, and I'm watching her and all I can think about is eating her out instead, and then her eating me. The thought was so vivid and nasty that I almost had an orgasm right there. By the time we were done eating, my panties were completely soaked! I had pussy juice running down my ass crack... so much so that I actually looked at my seat when I got up to see if I left a wet spot!

A little moan escaped me as she said this, and I found myself picturing it clearly in my mind. The thought of the two of them sitting there – Cassie squirming around in her wet panties, Mom totally oblivious. I was already worked up and we hadn't even gotten to any of the good stuff yet. "Go on," I grunted huskily, my hands wrapping around to lock onto Cassie's ass.

"Well, we're walking, on our way back toward the car, and I'm so horny that I can barely stand it. All I can think about is fucking her! She's talking and all I can do is nod and grunt, because I don't trust myself to speak right then. I'm afraid that if I open my mouth, I'll just blurt out, 'Cindy, I want to eat your pussy. I want you juices all over my face, I want to lick you until you cum in my mouth!' So I just say nothing, but the whole time I'm afraid that she's going to notice what's going on. I mean, Christ, I've got juice dripping down the inside of my thigh, my eyes feel like they're rolling back into my head, and I can swear that I smell the smell of my pussy just hovering around me."

Cassie paused here, throwing back her head and closing her eyes. She moaned a little as I continued to fondle her ass, and I figured that she was reliving the day's experience. I couldn't believe what I was hearing so far – Cassie was telling the story incredibly well, keeping me hanging on her every word – and I knew the best was yet to come.

Finally, she looked back down at me, her lust clearly evident in her eyes. She licked her lips once, and then continued, "I knew that if we got into the car right then, it would all be over. The two of us in a tight, confined space, my scent all around; there'd be no way I could control myself. And I knew I couldn't just attack her in the car, in the parking lot, she wouldn't go for that."

"So, we're walking towards the entrance where we came in, and I'm trying to get myself under control, when we walk past Frederick's of Hollywood. Suddenly, an idea pops into my mind. An idea just so sneaky and dirty that my pussy won't let me not try it. I grab your mom by the arm, 'com'n Cindy, let's go in here. I need to pick up a couple things,' I tell her. She doesn't really have any choice as I pull her in and start browsing through the racks. I grab a bunch of clothes, the sexiest and sluttiest stuff I can find, thinking the whole time about what I have planned. She's just kind of wandering around, not really looking at anything, so I start picking stuff out for her too. I'm grabbing tiny little skirts, pushup bras, sexy panties, see-through teddies. I start piling them in her arms; she tries to push them away, tries saying she doesn't need anything, but I play the dumb blonde and ignore her, just handing her more. She says she isn't going to try anything on, but I just physically push her towards the dressing rooms, telling her how good they'll all look on her."

"On the way, I grab a cute little salesgirl and tell her we need two dressing rooms. She leads us to the back and opens two stalls for us, despite your mom's protests. Eager for a sale, she goes along with me in convincing your mom to try things on. Says if we need help with anything to just let her know. She's all of 17, and if I didn't already have plans, I may have taken her up on that 'anything'. Still, I keep her in mind, wondering if I can maybe work her into them. She's probably never licked a pussy before, and my sick horny mind is already to work on how to remedy that."

Cassie trailed off for a moment, and I could see in her eyes that her horny mind was still considering it. I could tell by the way she said it, that the girl hadn't ended up in the action, but I wouldn't be surprised to find out that Cassie was planning a return trip to the store; a new plan in mind.

"Anyway," she said, shaking her head and continuing on with her story, "I pushed your mom into one stall, and then took the one right next door. Quickly, I stripped down and sorted through the clothes I had. I chose the skimpiest ones I had and put them on – crotchless lace panties, garter belt and nylons, and a sheer teddy that barely contained my boobs and barely covered my ass. I checked myself out in the mirror, and I have to say I looked good!

"In fact, you can decide for yourself," she said, climbing off me temporarily. She pulled her sweater over her head, then unbuttoned and slipped out of her jeans. Damn! She was right – she looked not only good, but great! The black, half-cup push-up bra presented her already full breasts perfectly, barely holding them from over-spilling into view while showing a amazing valley of cleavage. She wasn't wearing the teddy, but the garters beautifully encased her long, muscular legs, and the matching black panties framed her wet, glowing sex. She looked incredible, and I told her so.

She smiled and hopped back into my lap. "So anyway, I looked down and could see her pants bunched up on the floor, so I knew she was trying some of the stuff on. The thought of her naked only a couple feet away got me going again, and I called out to her to unlock her door, I was coming over. She started to object, but I was already tapping on her door, saying, 'C'mon Cindy, don't leave me out in the hallway dressed like this. Besides I want to see what yours look like.' The lock clicked and then I was inside, relocking it behind me.

"We were now both confined in that small, little stall, both only half-dressed; and that's when it really hit me that something just might actually happen. We checked each other out for a second – she was wearing a lacy, matching bra and panty set that I had picked out – and I was like, 'Oh Cindy, wow, you look hot!' She blushed deeply and stammered out a 'thanks, you really think so?' 

"'Oh god yes,' I told her, and I wasn't lying. She looked good! Her tits looked magnificent in this bra and I could clearly see the outline of her nipples through the fabric. I wanted to grab her right then and just start licking and kissing her all over. But I knew I had to do it right or else she might freak out, so I said to her, 'Really, you look amazing. Turn around, let me see it from the back.'

"She blushed again and turned around, and I gave her a low whistle. Oh God, her ass looked so hot in those thong panties, I felt like I was going to start drooling, and I could feel that my pussy already was. She quickly turned back around and I told her, 'Yeah those fit perfect and you look great. I mean I hope my ass looks nearly as good as yours when I'm your age.' 

"I could tell my compliments were making her slightly uneasy 'cuz she blushed some more and just kind of waved her hand at me as if to say 'Oh, Cassie...' so I changed the subject and asked her what she thought of my outfit. Which was funny, 'cuz she blushed again and told me that it 'looked nice' then thinking of how I had complimented her, she add, 'I mean like sexy nice, you know.'

"I nodded, knowing what she really meant was slutty, but that's what I was trying for. So anyway, I kept at her. I was like, 'Yeah, but do you think Jack will like it. I mean, do you think it will turn him on?'

"She kind of gasped a little when I brought up your name and started to admonish me. She was like, 'Cassie, jeez, that's my son you're talking about.' And I was like, 'I know, but we live together, it's not like you don't know we fuck. I mean, I'm only asking if I'm going to look good if I wear this.'

"She quickly softened and said, 'Well alright, yeah, you look good. Actually you look kind of slutty, but good slutty,' and she giggled, then said, 'I mean, if I was a guy I'd think you looked real good.'

"'Good enough to fuck?' I asked her, and she laughed, saying, 'yeah, good enough to fuck.'

Cassie broke off the story then and leaned down to kiss me. Our tongues tangled for a while before she broke the kiss. "What do you think?" she asked, "Do I look good enough to fuck?"

"Hell yeah!" I replied, looking her up and down again, "And good enough to eat too!"

"Yeah, your mom thought so too," she countered with a laugh, "Now, you want to hear about it or just proceed straight to the finish line?"

"Oh, I want to hear about it," I answered, "I want to hear every little, glorious cunt-licking detail."

"And you shall," she said, "You shall."

The Bet Ch. 01



I sipped my wine, as I lay stretched out on the sofa while James rubbed my feet.  We were spending the evening in since I had told him I wanted to have some private time together.  And while I knew we’d end up making love eventually, I didn’t realize that we were in for such a passionate night.  

He switched from rubbing my feet to tickling them, knowing that I was highly ticklish.  I squealed and attempted to pull my feet away.  “If you’re trying to sleep out here alone tonight, you’re definitely heading towards that,” I warned him.  “Stop!”

He held tight to my ankle.  “I’ll stop if I can have a kiss,” he said, raising an eyebrow slyly.  He drew a fingertip across the sole of my foot, sending sharp tingles over my body.

I screamed.  “Okay!  I surrender!”  I sat my glass down on the coffee table and leaned to him and gave him a quick kiss.

He released my foot, but as I lay back again, he crawled over me, staring into my eyes.  “I want a real kiss, Skylar.”  He kissed me, his soft mouth covering mine, parting my lips and sliding his tongue between my teeth.  

I closed my eyes as my own tongue slid against his.  He tipped his head to press his mouth firmer into mine.  I felt his hand running through my hair, before he broke away.

I opened my eyes as his hand stroked my face, tracing along my lips.  I parted my lips to take in his finger and gently suck at the tip.

“Let’s play a game tonight,” he said.  

I released his finger.  “How?” I asked suspiciously.

He kissed me again, answering in short breaks in the lock.  “To see who can make the other come the most.”

“Mmmmmm, that’s not fair,” I protested as his mouth moved to my throat.  I have to wait for you to get hard each time then.”

“That’s part of the challenge.”  

I thought about it as James kissed along my neck, back up to my mouth.  He found my lips and again gave me one of his firm kisses, gently probing.

“Okay, I agree,” I told him when he pulled back again.  “But what does the winner get?”

“If I win,” he said with a smirk, “you have to give in completely to anything I want sexually for a long weekend away.”

“And what if I win?”

He snorted.  “Well I don’t think you will so I didn’t plan on that.”

“Oh, is that so?”  I love a challenge.  “Well, dear, since you are so confident that you’ll win, how’s about we leave my reward open and I can choose as I so desire?”

He smiled.  “Sure, why not?”

“Great then,” I said.  I pushed him off of me and stood.  I pulled off my tee shirt and began to undo my jeans.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” James said alarmed.  

“We have a bet, duh.”

“And you just want to get started?  No foreplay?”

I unzipped my jeans and dropped them to the floor.  I stood in front of him, in just a black bra and matching panties.  With my hands on my hips, I looked down at him on the sofa and responded, “If you feel like waiting, then I may be out of the mood by the time your done.”  With that I turned to face away from him and reached behind me to unhook my bra, and slide it off.  I tossed it behind me, knowing it would hit him.  I crossed my arms over my chest, and turned again to face him.  

“Well?”

My bra was across his belly and he was sitting there looking at me with his mouth agape.  “Uhhh…”

I rolled my eyes.  “Come on, tough guy.  This was your idea.”

He picked my bra off him and threw it aside and stood.  He took me by the shoulders and smiled.  “You’re going to be a sorry little girl, Skylar,” he said, kissing me.  He pulled his tee shirt off, exposing the sparse hair on his chest and tummy.

I uncrossed my arms and reached for his jeans, undoing the buttons on the waist and fly as we kissed.  I reached to his sides and began to push them over his hips, pressing them down to puddle at his feet.

He reached down to rub between my thighs where I could feel the heat building.  I knew my pussy was getting wet, excited from the idea I was promised to be pleased all night long.  

James gently cupped my mound, pressing his palm against me.  He snaked a finger under the elastic and ran it over my wet slit.  

I knew if he kept it up that I’d get fingered and come quickly, so I pulled away and slid my knickers off.  Before I stood again, I reached up and pulled down his briefs in one swift moved and pushed him backwards to sit on the sofa.  

He flopped on the couch and his semi-hard cock bounced.  I dropped from my crouched position down to my knees and leaned across his lap.  “I get to start,” I said, determined to win.  James spread his legs open and I reached for his smooth balls.  

Taking them in my hand, I squeezed them pressing my thumb between the two of them.  His cock twitched, and I smirked.  I kissed the head, savoring the feeling of the velvet flesh against my lips.  I parted my lips slightly, allowing just the tip to press between my lips on the next kiss.  

I looked up to his eyes as James smiled down at me.  I allowed the whole head to enter my mouth this time as I sucked slightly, pulling back up.  I saw him take a deep breath as he reached for my hair, his hands firm against my head.

I took the head into my mouth again, sucking at it again, this time for longer.  As I pulled off, I watched him let out his breath hard.  I smiled knowing he was now putty in my hands. 

Gently giving his balls another squeeze, I took half his shaft into my mouth before pressing my lips to form a seal this time.  I released his balls and wrapped my hand around the base of the tick shaft of his dick.  James had become harder, and was nearly completely hard as I slid down to meet my hand with my lips.  

I began to bob up and down on his cock, feeling it thicken in my mouth.  I ran my tongue along the shaft, jerking at his base.  As soon as I felt his dick had completely swelled, I began to concentrate on the head.

I licked along the crown with the tip of my tongue, precum oozing from his tip.  I moaned, sliding the shaft deeper into my throat, precum coating my tongue.  I pressed my mouth up and down the shaft, quickening my pace to coat him with him own fluids and mine.  

I reached between my legs to my wet pussy, fingering myself.  I was sopping wet and my juices were slick.  I need him to come quickly and knew the only way to hurry him along was to finger his ass.  I slid a second finger into my box and gathered more fluids.

I pulled out my juices, and reached up to press them against James’s ass.  Lifting his balls out of the way with my other hand, I pressed against the hole as I kept my pace, sliding my lips over his cock from crown to base.  I pushed my tiny finger into his ass, as he let out a guttural moan.

I felt his hands tighten in my hair.  He pressed my head down farther onto his cock as he gasped for air, I felt his balls contracting in my hand and I knew he was going to come soon.

I twirled my finger furiously in his asshole as I sucked at his dick like a mad woman.  I moaned over his cock, vibrating it within my mouth and throat.  I heard him take in a deep breath and I knew he was about cum.

I pulled my finger from his ass as James’s cock flexed and the white-hot jism hit my throat.  I slid up to allow him more room to come in my mouth, swallowing the creamy fluid.

James released my head as I slid off his cock to look up at him.  I wiped away a stray bit of cum from the corner of my mouth.  I was crazy with desire, and my body was begin to be fucked, but I tried to remain cool and sat next to him on the sofa as he panted hard to gain his breath.  I crossed my legs and reached for my glass, finishing off the last of the wine.  I smiled at him as he gave me a hard look.

I tried to look cool as I reached over to return the glass to the table, but my hard nipples were betraying my body.  I felt the palm of his hand on my rump and I leaned forward.  He raised it up my back as I sat back, gently rubbing.

“Skylar, one,” he said with a wink.

I smiled at him.  “Yeah,” I said.  I uncrossed my legs and slid my hands down my thighs.  “Score one for me.  But know what do I get?”  I reached between and ran my fingers over my pussy.  

He dropped to the floor in front of me and pulled my hands away from my lap.  “Turn around,” he told me in a low voice.  

I shifted and turned away, balancing on my knees and leaning forward against the back of the couch.  I felt James’s strong hands pushing my legs open to expose my pussy.  He reached between and ran a finger over my slit.  He circled my clit, sending waves over my skin before plunging a single finger deep into me.

I gasped hard as he began to finger me.  He stroked the walls of my pussy as my fluids began to flow over his hand.  I moaned in protest when I felt him withdraw his finger a moment later, but sighed contently when his tongue replaced it.

I leaned forward further into the sofa as his tongue probed into my wet pussy, lapping up my wetness.  He ran a finger over my clit as I felt my body tightening towards a climax.  James licked harder at me, running his finger over my clit, as my moans became louder.

“Oh God!” I moaned.  “Oh God, oh, James.  Ooohhh!”

I came hard from the clitoral stimulation as he sucked at the fluid leaking from my hole.  I hadn’t realized it, but I was clutching at the back of the sofa.  I took a deep breath and relaxed my grip as I felt his lips pull from me.  James stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me as he buried his face into my hair.

“One to one, now, Skylar,” he said.  “Ready for the next round?”



The Bet Ch. 01



Greetings,

There are a few things that I will preface this story with.

1. "Karma" chapter 10 is still in the process of being written. This story is the result of needing something to work on while I was waiting to see if people wanted more. There are two more that I've been working on and those will post as they progress through the pipeline.

2. I'm not sure about your fantasy world, but mine has no STD's. If I'm thinking about what it would feel like to do whatever to whomever, I'm not going to stop myself and find out if the mental picture has anything communicable. 

3. This is actually the beginning of "The Bet" and only came to life due to needing a way to explain how an unabashed and unfettered sex life could develop between two passionate people. The major difference is that I had to go back and create a "them" to explore, so this is a bit of a prequel to the original premise.

4. Some people don't like details and want the story to move along. My mind doesn't work in 5000 word segments and I feel like you lose the fullness of a story. That said, if the twisted dust bunnies in my head decide to detour into something, I'll let them go and see where it ends up.

I would like to thank "takemeaway my love" for the assistance. 

Thanks for taking the time, and please feel free to comment through the Lit profile, leave a comment or vote. That's the only way I know what you like and what you don't. I gave up mind reading when I got divorced.

TNC

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Scott Wilson and Stacy Jennings met in college, and both had been underwhelmed with the choices available in their respective dating pools. Each had been the victim of a time honored tradition; the blind date ambush. They had seen each other around campus and ended up in the same social circle due to their best friends, Ron and Carol, dating. 

Both of them had been individually invited to a small get together on a Friday night at Ron and Carol's apartment. Being on campus made it walking distance for Scott and Stacy, and they saw each other headed to the same place. By the time they met and turned up the stairs to go inside, they had figured out what was up.

"You too?" Scott asked with a laugh. 

"Uhhh, yeah. Looks like Frick and Frack are hard at work," Stacy giggled. 

She took the chance to hug the enigma in front of her. They had met at a get-together at Carol's apartment the week before their junior year started, and had spent the evening with their heads together trying to get the other to laugh. She had waited for him to ask for her number, and already had it written on a piece of paper for him, but the request never came. 

"Carol...is Scott gay?" Stacy asked, stopping when her best friend sprayed water all over the table. 

"Do what?" Carol looked at her like she had a third eye. 

"Is he gay? I mean, we always have a great time together, but he's never asked me out, much less for my phone number."

"He's kind of reserved, give it some time," Carol said and steered the conversation to something else, the wheels in her head set in motion. 

There seemed to be more and more chances for them to run into each other, and each time the result was the same. Over the next two months they had become the best of friends, always looking forward to the next time they would be together. The meeting at the front door of the co-conspirator's apartment was the latest of their "not dates."

"You don't have to go in if you don't want to. I'll go in and pop their balloon," Scott offered. 

"No! I mean, ummm, no, since we're already here and all..." trailing off as she looked into the blue eyes that had unknowingly stolen her heart.

"Then I suppose we should see what our hosts have planned," and offered his arm to the beautiful brunette, smiling when she seemingly wrapped herself around it. 

Scott lost himself in her eyes as he had every time they had seen each other. The result was the same every time. He would finally get his nerve up to ask her for her number and something would happen to mess it up. His outer and inner selves were a night and day contrast, the outer one was calm and the inner one was a blithering idiot screaming the word tits over and over. 

Knocking on the door got no answer, so they let themselves in, laughing when they saw the table. It seemed that their two friends had decided to give Scott a helping shove. The candles on the table were lit and there were two wine glasses waiting. 

"Seems like a terrible thing to waste. Shall we?" Scott escorted Stacy through the door. 

"Please," she answered, although to her ears it sounded more like a begging plea than a statement. If he didn't do something soon, she was going to throw him down and do it for him. 

The jazz that was playing softly in the background pulled amused chuckles from them. While it was one of their mutual favorites, Ron and Carol hated it and forbid the mention of it in the house. Walking to the table, Scott picked up the wine glasses and handed one to Stacy, tipping his for the mandatory glass touch, the ping hanging in the air. 

Scott watched Stacy bring the glass to her lips and wished his lips were there instead. He wasn't sure if the moan he was making on the inside escaped or if she just noticed him staring, but when he glanced up into the eyes looming over the rim, he saw them sparkling with more than candlelight. He jerked his eyes down, his face heating, and found her cleavage waiting. Forgetting that he just got caught for staring, he let his eyes travel across the smooth contours of her breasts, the tanned skin setting off the delicate lace of her bra. Prying his eyes away, he finished his trip down to the bright red polish on the toes peeking through the open toes of her heels. 

Stacy had done her homework on the care and feeding of the man in front of her, and did her best to fill his four food groups; eyes, lips, breasts and heels; the dessert for him was legs and ass. She had spent more time with him over the past two months, than she had with all of her previous "boyfriends" combined. All of them just wanted in her pants and she had never found one that could qualify as her friend, until Scott came along, now all she had to do is get him to take the next step. 

She knew Carol was up to something when she wouldn't tell her anything but when to be at the house. Figuring Scott was going to be there, she took extra time getting ready, the rose scented bubble bath a given; he had said he liked it the first time they met. Lying back in the thick bubbles, she let her hands wander as she thought of the blue eyes and rugged good looks, her fingers tickling her nipples. She could feel the tightness starting already, a condition that had been permanent since that first night. Putting aside the part of her that must have been in heat, she took the time to shave, again. The strokes of the razor on her pussy were making it hard to think, and had to bite her lip to keep the images of him doing it for her at bay. She felt the lips swelling and stifled a moan when the side of the blade cartridge brushed her begging clit. 

Pulling her thighs back until they were rubbing her nipples, she reached around her ass and ran her fingers along the smooth skin of her pussy. Letting her knees fall open, she teased her lips open with one hand, and started slowly rubbing her clit in circles, mentally substituting his strong hands for hers as she felt her orgasm start. She had a hair trigger lately, and that was just from being in the same room and only talking. Imagining his lips caressing her clit, she gave in to what had to be the two hundredth orgasm he had unknowingly caused. She let her knees slip back together and sighed when her hands slid across her breasts, finishing with a tight pinch on her nipples. When she felt her pussy clenching, she stopped and ignored her out of control body; the next time she came, it would be with Scott even if she had to wrestle him to the ground. 

She had to resort to wearing pads to keep from soaking through whatever she was wearing in the evenings, unable to keep her hunger in check, and it was worse now. Not knowing what had been arranged, she avoided wearing the skirt she had been saving for him, the top of the slit hitting her a few inches below her pussy. No, tonight was a jeans night and the pair had already made an impression on Scott the first time she wore them. The faded denim conformed to her like a second skin, the seam in the center slipping between the cheeks of her ass on its way through her pussy lips, finishing the trip by caressing her clit. 

Holding the wisp of the g-string she had laid out to wear, she thought of the way the jeans fit and put it back in the drawer with a smile. The lacy bra did more to accentuate the swell of her breasts, each nipple showing in sharp relief, and she clipped it together between the firm globes. The blouse was modestly buttoned for the walk across campus, after that all bets were off. She had left the jeans until last, knowing that the seam would make it impossible to think straight, pulling them between her lips and against her clit with a sigh. 

Stepping into the strappy three inch stilettos, she looked in the mirror, imagining that she was modeling them for Scott. They sucked to walk very far in, normally she would wear flats then change when she got to where she was going, but she thought that the sore feet would be more than worth it. With one last check of her outfit and makeup, she grabbed her purse and the herd of butterflies that seemed to be her constant companions lately, and pulled her door closed behind her. 

Stacy felt her heart beating faster when she saw him staring at her, smiling when he turned red and made it as far as the result of the extra buttons she had undone. While she waited for him to finish his thorough once over, she felt the heat rising to her own cheeks, and leaned in to kiss his lips when he looked back up. Heat flared through her when she felt her lips against his, part from embarrassment that she had done what she did and part from finally doing what she had been craving for so long. 

Scott was just looking up expecting to see a disapproving look, and was shocked when he felt her lips on his. The look on her face told him that she was just as shocked as he was, if not more. When he saw the color leap up her face and her turning her head away, he stopped her with a touch and leaned back in to continue what she started. He relaxed when he felt her slipping into his arms, her lips parting and her tongue meeting his. 

Stacy ended up on her toes with a hand behind his head, pulling him deeper into the kiss, their tongues twisting through the other's mouth. She moaned into his mouth when she felt his hand settle on her ass, her arousal already spiraling higher. 

"Yessssss," Stacy sighed when they took a break to breathe. 

When she opened her eyes, she saw the bright red on his cheeks. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I've just never had that effect on anyone before."

"Good. That just means I won't have to slap anyone," she said and a shy smile slipped back on her face, "Now come back down here, my lips are already lonely."

Putting his wine glass down, he reached under Stacy and picked her up by the ass that drove him nuts. Walking over to the couch, he sat her down and leaned over to kiss her, squeaking when she pulled him down on top of her. It was his turn to moan when he felt her heels on his ass, pulling him tighter, and her hands everywhere. Lifting up so she could pull his shirt over his head, he noticed that all but the last two buttons on her blouse were undone; he would have sworn they were all buttoned when he last looked.

Unable to resist the urge, he slipped down far enough to lightly run his nose into the valley of soft skin that had been tormenting his thoughts for the past six weeks. Each time they had managed to run into each other, there would be a little more to see, tantalizingly close but achingly out of reach. He took his time and savored the feel of each touch, his tongue adding its worship as he covered the exposed flesh. 

"May I?" Scott had reached the clasp of her bra, and was looking up into the simmering heat behind the brown eyes watching him love her tits. 

Stacy only thought she was horny before, the way he was making love to her tits had her climbing the walls and she could feel her wetness soaking through her jeans. It was obvious to her that he wasn't going to be satisfied with a single piece of her, he wanted it all, and she was ready to give it to him. 

"Oh, fuck yes," came out, surprising her, but she meant it. 

By the time he made it to her nipples she was beside herself from the feelings he was tapping. He had nibbled and licked in spirals around both of them, his hands staying out of the way for the time being. Holding his mouth open, he brushed the boundary where the pale skin of her breasts changed to the dark brown of her areolas.

"Oh shit that's so good...please, take my nipples...no, right here," she finished, and tried to get just a little pressure on one of them as she chased his lips by twisting her body, "Please, don't tease me, I need you." 

Stacy froze when she heard what she said. It was true, but the timing really wasn't the best. She saw Scott's eyebrows climb, then his eyes found hers and he stopped what he was doing. She figured he was trying to work out a way to get away. No one wanted a needy girlfriend. 

"Please say something," she whispered. 

Scott tried to say something but couldn't. He saw the dread creeping across her face when she didn't hear anything, and did the only thing he knew would work. He slipped up over her body, her nipples sliding across his chest, and kissed her softly, relief flooding through him when she finally responded. 

"I need you too," he whispered in her ear, and felt a shiver running all the way from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head. While he was there he started nibbling the soft skin under her ear that he had spent hours wondering if it tasted as good as it looked; it did. 

A string of sexy sounds accompanied his travels along Stacy's neck, making him perfectly happy staying right where he was. He was still at a loss that the half naked beauty would want to do more than hold his hand and be friends, and felt his face turning red again. 

"Scott, what's wrong?" Stacy asked and pulled his eyes around. 

"Are you sure you want to do this...with me? There has to be a list of guys a mile long that are..."

"Are what? There aren't any of them that would have spent the last two months with me and wouldn't be expecting something else. There aren't any of them that would have taken only what you have and none of them would have asked my permission. None of them are you, and none of them would have been able to steal my heart the way you did."

Stacy watched what she said settle in and pulled his lips to hers when she saw a smile bloom on his face. Holding his head until she felt him warming back up to her, she let her fingernails start tracing patterns on his back, smiling when she heard his happy sighs. It was then that she felt her arousal picking back up from the point where she had put it on pause, and she knew that she could have made herself cum, but she had ceded that control to him. She may have given the trigger to him but she still reserved the right to pick the target, and guided his talented mouth toward her reawakened nipples. 

"Please," was all she said and sucked a breath in as he started using his hands to squeeze and caress her breasts, "Oh damn that's so good," she said quietly. 

Scott watched her nipples swell when his fingers squeezed the firm globes, and smiled when she started trying to get him to hurry. Rolling to his side, he pulled Stacy with him, stopping when she ended up straddling his hips. Each breast was there for his pleasure, her nipples getting closer when she leaned down to present them to his lips. They were even better from this angle and he heard her soft moans when he blew on the hard nubs, still unwilling to rush her relief. The snarl he heard when he started barely touching her nipples with his tongue made him chuckle, followed closely by a fake cough and an innocent look when he saw the glint in her eyes. 

Grabbing the hair on the back of his head in one hand, and a breast in the other, she stuffed her raging nipple past his lips. She could feel her clit pulsing and her pussy clinching, and when his teeth finally made contact with the tight nub, she shoved the soaked crotch of her jeans against his bulge and came. 

Scott watched as the gorgeous creature straddling him started cumming, the pressure on his throbbing cock forgotten while he watched the erotic display. At first her eyes closed and she threw her head back, holding her breath as the intensity grew. When he switched nipples, sucking it hard past his teeth, she flew apart.

"Scott...yes, suck it...harder baby...oh fuck...love them...shit!" 

Stacy started twisting her hips, the seam that had teased her earlier becoming a nexus for her passion. Each pass she could feel his cock growing in his pants, using it to fuel her release. She could feel the wetness in her jeans spreading, her scent reaching out to them. Looking down, her hair forming a curtain to block off everything but the two of them, she saw him watching her, his smile in his eyes. 

Watching him switch back to her other nipple, she felt his hand on her ass pressing her down tighter on his cock, the sensation spiking her passion. Needing his lips again, she slid down to kiss him, unintentionally mashing her clit against him in the process. Taking his face in her hands, she slipped her tongue through his lips as the extra pressure registered. Screaming into his mouth, she let her tongue express her feelings while she rode out the strongest wave. 

Scott just watched and tried to extend her pleasure. She had caught him by surprise when her orgasm hit, and slid his hands to her hips to support her, groaning when she started grinding against his cock. He was thankful that the head had slipped down his leg and away from the onslaught, smelling her arousal was almost enough to overcome his control as it was. He wasn't ready for the emotions he saw in her eyes when she looked down, moaning when he felt her lips on his. 

The feel of the two hard points sliding across his chest was lost in the twin furnaces of her eyes, the shutters pulled back to show him the fires he had started. He dimly felt her hips slipping lower, the wet heat allowing him to follow her progress. He slid one hand back up to her chest, moaning into her mouth when she finally found the drooling head of his cock with her hips. Squeezing down on her nipple, he felt her pussy settling on him, and shoved her down against him as he lifted his hips. Adding his exclamation to hers, he looked in her eyes and added his cum to the mess that they had managed to make together. 

Stacy was still trying to catch her breath and had let her forehead rest against his, when she felt Scott's hands rubbing her back. She pressed her lips to his, perfectly happy to stay where they were, floating on their own island behind the curtain her hair formed. When his hands went lower and settled on her ass, she purred and wiggled her hips in circles, feeling the enormous wet spot they had created. Her scent was mingling with his and was making it hard to think. 

"Hi there, beautiful," he said when he saw her eyes open. 

"Hi yourself, sexy."

"I think you forgot your contacts again."

"No, they're still in. Do you still have any clothes over here; I think you're going to need them." 

Both had a drawer of clothes at the house in case they had a few too many or it was too late to leave. She grabbed his hand, slipping it over her ass and running it into the soaked denim. 




The Bet Ch. 01



Scott grinned and reached farther around and pressed his fingers against her pussy through her jeans, and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean as she watched. He saw her nostrils flare and heard a sigh when she sucked a breath in, his smile fading when he saw the evil grin on her face. 

Stacy pressed up on her knees and leaned forward, her lips hovering above his, and reached under her to grab the head of his cock where it sat in the leftovers of his orgasm. Circling the head with her fingers drew gasps from the man under her, and they grew when she sucked her fingers. She ruined the moment a little when she made a noise as she tasted him. 

"That tasted even better than I thoug...ummm," she said without thinking. 

Her face flamed red and would have tried to hide her face, except for the lips that had attached themselves to hers. 

"I couldn't agree more," he said after the kiss ended, "I've been wondering about that since the first time you wore these," and slid his hand down her back and under the waistband of her jeans. 

He saw her face heat more and slid his lips down her throat and nibbled his way across her collarbone, her sighs and moans starting afresh. 

Stacy leaned back and felt the cock under her starting to swell again, and decided it was time to move the festivities to another room. She wasn't sure when, or if, Ron and Carol were going to be home and she didn't need an audience. She already had the only one she needed right in front of her. 

"Let's go get out of these, there's a whole list of things I've been wondering about since the first time too." 

Swinging her leg over and getting to her feet, she reached out her hands and helped Scott up, leading him off to the guest bedroom and the shower. 

Scott slid behind her and cupped her breasts, watching their reflection in the mirror with the dark haired lady leaning against his chest. Slipping his fingers over her nipples, he brought them to her lips for her to lick, returning them to gently pinch and pull the sensitive flesh. Kissing her shoulder, he heard the soft sigh the same time he felt her ass pressing back against him. 

Stacy felt her pulse quicken when his fingers traced their way up from her waist to her mouth, a thrill going through her as she opened her mouth. Reaching behind her, she grabbed his ass and pulled him tight against her, grinding back onto his fully erect cock. Shifting her hands back around to the button on his waistband, she managed to undo it and work his zipper down, reaching inside with shaking fingers. Using his cum for lube, she slipped her fingers across the spongy head and heard a moan, although she couldn't say if it was his or hers. 

She soaked in the heat of his desire, her eyes shifting between his face and his fingers that were at the button of her jeans. Each tooth of her zipper threw another can of fuel on the fire burning inside her, and she was shaking by the time his fingers slipped across the expanse of freshly shaved skin. She saw the surprised look when he figured out that she had skipped wearing panties, and groaned when she felt his fingers slipping across the skin along the sides of her swollen clit. 

Scott sucked in a breath when he felt her fingers start stroking the swollen head of his cock, and another when he felt nothing but smooth skin when he slid his fingers down toward her pussy. The wetness that was soaking her pants made movement frictionless, and lost himself in the sounds Stacy was making while his fingers explored. He slid back into the moment when he felt his pants slipping down his legs, kicking them and his shoes away. 

Stacy shuddered when she felt the heat from his erection against her back and turned in his arms, pressing her nipples into his chest. The feelings that his hands invoked when they slipped around her ass, pushed her passion higher and she pulled his lips down to hers. When she started rotating her hips, Scott helped her out of the soaked denim, before going to his knees to help her get them off completely. Having his face so close to her pussy was making it hard to stand still while he was undoing the ankle straps on her shoes, and had to settle for running her fingers through his hair. 

Scott briefly considered pinching himself to see if he was sleeping, but refrained. Even if he was asleep, the dream was too good to interrupt. He was on his knees and didn't remember getting there, the view of her wet, swollen lips fogging his mind. Undoing the thin straps on her shoes, he pulled her jeans from around her feet and pressed her back to sit on the counter. Starting at one set of toes, he kissed his way up one smooth leg, his tongue tracing patterns across her skin. Ignoring her increasingly loud and erotic pleas got harder the closer he got to her pouting opening. 

"Oh damn, that's so good...no Scott, please don't...here baby, right here," she said and reached for her pussy, "let go, you shit! LICK ME, YOU FUCKER!" 

Scott had settled between her feet and was watching her pussy twitch and didn't see her ankles behind his head until it was too late. By the time he figured out what she was up to, she already had his mouth where she wanted it, planted on her soon to be cumming pussy. Using a hand that he finally let go of, she guided his all too willing lips to her clit and she felt her pussy clench as her next orgasm took her. 

"Oh fuck yes...please, baby...you eat me so good...right there, oh fuck...I LOVE YOU!" 

Stacy leaned back and thought about what she had just blurted out, and smiled when she felt him going back to what he was doing. She looked down when he started gently licking her lips, and sighed when he looked into her eyes. 

Scott heard what she said, and looked up into the eyes that had dominated his thoughts to the point that he saw them every time he closed his own. There was no chance that he could ever express the depth of his feelings verbally, and let his actions tell her instead. Lacing his fingers with hers, he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the swollen petals of her center, savoring the shudder that swept through her body. 

Turning his head, he put a kiss on the palm of her hand before wetting her fingertips. When she finished pressing the swollen nub of her clit out of its hood, he used his lips to cradle it in a slow, soft kiss. He felt his free hand traveling across her skin, idly tracing patterns, the goose bumps playing follow the leader.

Stacy felt the tip of his tongue teasing her lips apart and could feel the first rumblings of her orgasm, and leaned her head back. With one hand cupping the back of his head and the other slipping through his hair, she put her feet on his shoulders and pressed into his mouth when she felt the clinching muscles signaling her release. Forcing her eyes open, she saw Scott watching her and felt him suck her clit past his teeth, her eyes rolling back and she screamed her passion to her lover.

Scott was taking her past any of the mileposts she had set for herself. Even when he had her twisted as tight as she had ever been, she had only managed four total orgasms in a night and then only two without a rest. When he didn't stop or even slow down, she wasn't sure if she counted each peak or the times he let her come down a little.

"Scott...I need to rest...no, baby, I can't cum again...oh shit, just like that...use your fingers...not like that...my clit...oh fuck me, I can't baby, shit shIT SHIT! NOOO!" 

She had enough time to voice her dismay before she was reduced to a mass of writhing sexuality, his mouth and fingers conspiring to give her all of the stimulation she could handle, plus a little. 

Scott rocked back on his heels, and wrapped his arms around the twitching and moaning lady that had ridden his face for long enough to wring her out completely. Her hair was plastered to her forehead and her makeup had washed away in the sweat that ran freely from her. He smiled when he felt her body still trying to respond to his touches, and slowly pulled his dripping fingers from where they had been camped out with her g-spot.

Lifting her off of the slick countertop, he held her in his lap and started filling the tub, laughing when he saw the bottle of rose scented bubble bath with a bow on it. Leaning against the wall, he brushed her hair back from her face, lightly kissing the places he uncovered. She was making happy noises when she felt his lips, turning to kiss the man that had sated her hunger, for now. 

Stacy was floating on her thoroughly over-stimulated cloud, and could feel her body twitch at random intervals. She felt the loving embrace and heard water running, before settling with her head against Scott's chest, his heartbeat bringing her back slowly. When she felt the soft touches on her face, she snuggled deeper into his arms, and smiled when his lips touched her cheek. Bringing her lips up to meet his, she frowned when he started turning away, reaching for a washcloth. Leaning forward, Stacy stopped his hand and pulled his lips toward hers. 

"Let me clea...," was all Scott had time to get out before her tongue slipped across his lips. He was covered in her cum and didn't want to push her away by kissing her, a needless concern as it turned out. 

Stacy was swimming in the scent of sex, specifically hers, and it was adorning the face of her lover, making it impossible to ignore. She saw his eyes get big, and interrupted him by running her tongue across his lips on the way to his neck. Her cum was everywhere she flicked her tongue, and she would have died of embarrassment with anyone else. The fact that no one else had ever done that was beside the point, and she could feel her body start tingling as she worked her way along his neck.

Scott sucked in a surprised gasp when he felt her tongue slipping across his wet chin, and then again when she started trying to work her hips in circles searching for his cock. He needed to cum so bad it almost hurt, the whole time he made love to Stacy with his tongue and fingers was an extended foreplay session for him. It would have been so easy to shift his hips and let her slide slowly down the shaft, but their first time wasn't going to be on a bathroom floor; Stacy deserved better. 

Stacy could feel the head of his cock bobbing against her lips, her muscles clinching in anticipation, and started angling her hips to catch it with her dripping pussy. All she managed to do was frustrate herself by rubbing the slippery head over her sex, and gave up, dropping a hand between them to give it a little direction advice. Hearing the tortured moan, she looked up into the eyes of the man that she would do anything to please. Lifting up on her knees, she rubbed the head through her lips, and looked up in confusion; his hands were holding her waist. 

"Stacy, look at me, baby," he started when she looked up, "not here sweetheart."

"Please baby, I need you in me," Stacy heard her tone as she tried to sway him, unconcerned with the need and vulnerability it exposed. 

He was the only person she had been around that she didn't have to be anyone other than exactly who she was. 

"Not yet baby, I don't want our first time to be here. Oh fuck...you can do that though," Scott leaned back and sucked a breath through clinched teeth. 

Stacy made sure he saw her rub her pussy before she brought her slick hand up to wrap around his throbbing cock.

Stacy saw that it wasn't a no, it was just a wait, and when she slid her hand across her wet lips, she hoped it wasn't going to be too long a wait. She pulled the heavy shaft across her clit, her moan escaping, and looked up at him. All she had to do was shove her hips forward, knowing that he wouldn't complain, but she trusted him to take her where she needed to go. Shifting her hips forward, she pressed her swollen lips against his balls, and used her slick palm to stroke the shaft. Knowing he was close, she brought her other hand up to smear the slick precum over the head, and started twisting her hands in opposite directions. 

"Cum for me, baby, shoot it on my tits and let me rub it in," she crooned, watching him trying to maintain eye contact through the pleasure, "That's right, just like that, I love you sweetheart."

Scott was swimming in her eyes while her hands were working their magic. He felt her pussy soaking his balls and gave up altogether when she started talking to him. The pressure had been building and he took a deep breath when she was telling him to cum on her, his hips setting a counter rhythm as he started to fuck her hands. He made it until he heard the "I love you" and pressed his hips up, the first load of cum shooting up to land on her chin. 

Stacy felt her pussy gush when the cock in her hand swelled, his hips rising to meet her hands. The first shot shocked her momentarily when it splashed against her chin, but she recovered quickly. She pushed back and leaned forward, stroking him faster as she aimed the purple head at her open mouth and at her face. Scott tried to hold back, but she needed to taste him and revel in the eroticism of having his cum decorating her. 

She stared into his eyes and took the next shot into her open mouth, the taste setting off the orgasm that escalated with each jet that hit her. Shifting her aim, she felt the next one hit her cheek, followed by two more that streaked her hair. Feeling the heat of the moment burning through her, she wrapped her hair around his cock and let him finish in her thick curls. 

Scott was shaking by the time the last of his cum hung like pearls in Stacy's hair. He sucked in a deep breath when she used her finger to collect his cum from her face, sucking it clean each time. Tracing a finger over a wet cheek, he slipped it under her chin, bringing her toward his lips. He smiled when she tried to turn away at the last minute and kissed her softly, teasing her lips open with his tongue. When she relaxed into the kiss, he tasted himself in her mouth but he barely noticed. 

"I love you too, baby," he said, after the kiss that had him questioning his decision to wait for a bed, "Ummm, can I get your number?" 

Stacy started to tell him that she loved him too, when she heard the last part, and started laughing. Pulling him back into their kiss, she giggled into his mouth, and playfully nipped the tongue that had started sparring with hers. 

"Oh I think you've got my number, baby. But if we don't hurry, I'm going to fuck you, and I don't care where or how. You've teased me for eight weeks, and I really think that's enough foreplay." 

Stacy had straddled his thighs and slid her pussy up until she was hovering above his rapidly re-inflating cock. She waited for him, staring into his eyes, watching the hunger trying to consume his self-control. His hands slid down to cup her ass and she moaned when his fingers continued the trip, massaging their way across her asshole before settling on either side of her dripping opening. His hands were shaking when he spread her open, and she felt the head pulsing against her. 

Scott was slowly sliding into the pit where he kept his inner beast staked to the ground. Everything about her conspired to send it into a frenzy, and giving him permission to use her body for their mutual pleasure was almost too much. The growling inside him was so loud he wasn't sure if it was only on the inside, and fought to stay in control. The look of pure lust in Stacy's eyes and the way she tilted her hips under her to make it easier for him to take her, made his hunger flare through him. 

He could feel the evidence of her excitement dripping on his shaft, and started grinding against her, his hands adding extra pressure. Stacy was watching him, waiting for him to finish making her his. One of the grinding strokes went too far and they both gasped when the head slipped between her spread lips. 

Stacy watched the tenuous control he had slipping farther from his grasp with each pass of her hips. She didn't care, she needed him, but it wasn't her decision to make. Both halves inside were spinning. The animal part was screaming for him to take her and use her until she couldn't walk, the hopeless romantic part was singing just knowing that he loved her and wanted to make it more than rutting like beasts. Both parts pushed the gasp and moan past her lips when she felt the head appear at her opening. 

Freezing in place was the hardest thing she had ever done. The battle behind his eyes was evident and she didn't intrude while he worked out which right answer to use. If he took her on the floor where they were, or if they waited to get to a bed were equally good to her. 

Scott slid his hands around her hips, gripping them to use for handles when he slammed his cock through the clinched muscles of his lady. He felt the growl fighting to escape, finishing the battle and giving the beast permission to take what it wanted. His muscles tightened and was a hair away from the thrust they both wanted, when the words "lady" and "take" slapped him. Each one slammed in place, easing him back into a shivering truce with the howling beast. 

Stacy moaned when she felt his hands tighten and the muscles under her tensing for the stroke she was craving. When it didn't come, she looked up and saw the fur and fangs wrapped in silk bands of love and tenderness. Still acutely aware of the swollen head that she still had inside her, she leaned forward and gently kissed him. 

"I'm sorry baby, I ca...," he started and was interrupted by her tongue. 

Each time he would start, she would use the opening to kiss him. 

"Shhh, thank you. I love you, Scott," punctuating it with another soft kiss, "Now, I'm feeling a little sticky and I really want to get cleaned up for the man I'm crazy for."

Stacy rocked back causing them both to moan as the head slid out of her. Her own beast surfaced, screaming at her to take the bloated head and ride it. Gritting her teeth, she stood up and didn't see the ambush until she saw Scott's mouth closing in on her pussy again. She grabbed the back of his head with both hands and jammed her pussy against his face hard enough to make a wet, slapping noise. 

Scott was moving by reflex, and sucked her clit through his lips before she could react. She surprised him when she banged her pelvis against his nose, but recovered quickly, palming her ass and jamming her even harder against his mouth. Looking up, he saw her mouth open and her face frozen, her trembling body signaling the rush of passion closing in again. 

Stacy felt his hands holding her tight against him, and stepped over his shoulders, her toes dangling behind him. Holding the towel rack, she pressed her forehead against the tile and rode the tidal wave sweeping through her. 

"SCOTTTTTTTTT! Oh god yes, eat me...suck my cunt...FUCKKKKK ME!" 

Stacy's scream reverberated off of the bathroom walls, her ears ringing in the quiet. Stretching her feet out, she was able to get enough traction with her toes to use his face for her release. She didn't recognize any of the sounds she heard, but since she was the only one with her mouth empty, it had to be her. The last sound that registered was a hoarse shout that faded away as her lights went out. 

Scott felt her cum dripping off of his chin when she started using his face. He didn't care what she did to him, her pleasure his only concern, and managed to bury his tongue inside her, holding her against his chin. When she went limp and quiet, he lowered her back into his lap, and from there into the tub. He waited until he was sure she wasn't going to drown, and went to get the wine glasses.



The Bet Ch. 01



(Michael)

"You're kidding me right? There is no way she's gonna win."

"Keep thinking that, I'm telling you Michael, she's going to knock Ronda out."

"Oh my god, I'm not sure I can watch this fight in the presence of someone who is so obviously mentally defective."

"It's like that is it?"

"Well, you seem normal and the six months I've known you I thought you were smart, but after that statement I realize you've been fooling all of us."

"Watch it buddy, I'll kick your ass the way Zing is going to do to Rousey." 

"Stop, you're killing me."

"Hundred dollars to put your money where your mouth is," she said as she stuck out her hand.

Suddenly I straightened up, "A hundred bucks? You sure you want to bet this?" I eyed her hand, waiting for her to pull it back. 

I mean, she was hot and everything, but a hundred bucks is a hundred bucks. If she wanted to give money away so freely, who was I to stop her. 

"Put up or shut up bittttttch!"

The room filled with ooh's and aah's from our friends as she called me out. I glanced around shaking my head and smiling. We were watching the fight at a friend's house. As an active duty Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant, I'd met most everyone after I'd been stationed here almost a year ago. Most of the males were Marines and a few were part of the local Marine Corps motorcycle riding club. The first time I'd seen Eva I'd been stricken, she was a dark haired Mexican beauty. Apparently she'd dated a member years back and when he left the club they'd kind of adopted her. Word had gotten to me that she was untouchable, not that guys hadn't tried (and even a few girls from what I heard), but so far nobody had managed to catch her interest. At first I thought maybe it was because she was a bitch or something, but every time I talked to her she was nice, and nobody ever had anything bad to say about her. One of the girlfriends of another member had confided that her last relationship was pretty bad, so she thought it was more she didn't want to make the same mistakes again versus she wasn't interested in anybody. 

"Good enough," I said and grabbed her hand to shake and seal the bet.

"I am so going to love buying a steak dinner with your money. I can't wait," she said.

"That's funny, I was thinking the same thing."

"Keep dreaming pretty boy, the only thing going down harder than you is Ronda."

"I take it back, you're not mentally defective, you can't be to have that good an imagination."

"I have a great imagination, I'm imaging how I'm going to spend your money right now. I think I may go clothes shopping after my steak dinner."

"That's cute, I'll tell you what, I need a new battery for my motorcycle, I'll take a pic of it and send it to you so you can feel better about paying for it. You'll feel like you chipped in on my bike."

The next couple hours passed quickly as we kept talking trash to each other. We were both smiling and joking, each giving as good as we got and constantly making fun of the other person while relaxing and drinking with our friends. Finally the title match was getting ready to play, I was sipping a Blue Moon beer and had taken a seat on the corner of the couch. She plopped down next to me, her leg pressed against mine. For a second I just looked down at her as she pressed against me, trying to think of something to say. Then more people came in the room and the moment passed.

Clearing my throat I looked at her, "You know your girl is getting knocked out in the first minute right?"

"Keep dreaming."

"I guarantee it."

She looked at me and took a sip of her beer, "What you want to bet?"

"Wh..what?" I stuttered.

"You heard me, if you're so confident what else you got to bet?"

By now the noise of everybody else talking was covering our conversation, I looked around and everybody else was doing their own thing, nobody was paying the slightest attention to us. 

Her tone seemed to be playful and even a little suggestive but I didn't know her well enough to know where she was trying to lead me. I didn't want to go over the top and have her think I was a jerk, but I also didn't want to let this opportunity slip away. I decided to test her out a little.

"Well, what did you have in mind?"

She looked at the television then said, "I want your bike for a week next month, the Bikes, Blues and Barbeque rally is going on and I want to go and I don't want to ride bitch with anyone." 

After she spoke she looked back at me and met my eyes.

I choked on my beer when she said that and was barely recovering when she looked at me, clearing my throat, "You do realize what you're asking right? You do know motorcycle riders consider their bikes their most prized possession?"

"Duh, I only hang around you guys all the time. Of course I know. Most of you have an obsession bordering on unhealthy to downright perverted."

"I won't argue with that, but you've seen my bike, it's a custom job. I've spent almost as much money on aftermarket as I did on the bike itself."

"I know, that's why I want to ride it."

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen, that bike means more to me than anything."

"There's nothing you want from me that's worth that," she smiled coyly and took a sip of her beer.

I looked at her frankly, "O, I can think of something but I'm pretty sure you won't like it."

She rolled her eyes as I pointedly looked up and down her body. 

"Why do guys always go there?" she asked. But I noticed she was smiling as she took another sip of her beer. 

"Hey, you brought up betting, not me. And you're the one insinuating."

"Yeah, well, that's off the table, so think of something else if you want to bet."

"So how crazy are you talking here?" I asked.

She shifted to face me better, her leg moved from mine, I immediately felt the loss of warmth from her leg. I looked down and frowned.

She smiled at me, "Think low R rating, not X."

"That's a good rating," I said.

Realizing that I couldn't be that blatant but that she might be willing to do something a little bit crazy I quickly came up with an idea. 

"Ok, how about you be my maid for the weekend, complete with outfit." I whispered.

She glanced back at me and mulled it over for a second, looking around to make sure nobody was paying attention to us. "That's possible. By weekend you mean..."

"Friday night to Sunday."

"You have to feed me the entire time."

"Done."

"What do I have to do?"

"Cook, clean, whatever I want, but you have to wear the maid outfit all weekend."

"Who buys it?"

"I will."

"I get to pick it."

Even though we'd started whispering I made sure to emphasize my next words, "HEEEELLLLLLL NO! I'm telling you right now I'm going to find the smallest outfit I can, if I can find one that's sheer I will, and it won't even have a back! It'll damn near be a black lacy apron."

"WHAT?!" she squeaked. 

"Hey, I'm putting up my bike! Not to mention she has to win in 60 seconds or I lose. You're getting damn good odds to make this bet. Even if you do lose, what, you have to show me your butt for the weekend? Ohhhh big deal," I whispered sarcastically. 

She seemed a little offended as she said, "Hey, I don't just show my butt to anybody," narrowing her eyes. 

The fight was getting ready to start, they were entering the ring and starting introductions. So I needed to speed the negotiation up a little. 

Not wanting her to get mad I quickly told her, "I don't think you do, I'm just hoping you'll show it to me. Mostly because I think it's perfect and would pretty much kill to see it."

I wasn't lying or even exaggerating when I said this. She had a lean body and one of the best asses I'd ever seen in my life. She was wearing a tight black tank top with the words "Talk shit, get hit" emblazoned across the chest, and a short denim miniskirt that showed off her tanned muscular legs. I knew from her Facebook page she was a workout fanatic and constantly eating egg whites and avocados and healthy crap like that. But despite this obvious character flaw I thought she was awesome. 

My comment seemed to make her happy because she grinned and after a moment, "All right, just for you I'll take the chance. One minute! If your girl wins I'll be your maid for the weekend. But if she doesn't, I get your bike from a Sunday to Sunday on the week of the motorcycle rally. Deal?"

"Deal," I said as I shook her hand again. We both turned back to the television just as the bell rang for the first round.

14 seconds later...

"You've got to be kidding me..." 

Eva was staring at the television open mouthed with a look of utter disbelief. I tried to be nonchalant as they replayed the fight, but inwardly I was doing a victory dance.

I have to admit, I didn't really expect Ronda to win that fast but I sure as hell wasn't complaining.

Eva looked at me, I avoided her gaze and sipped my beer.

"Wipe that stupid smile off your face or so help me god I'll crack my beer bottle over your head!"

"What? I didn't even say anything," I told her innocently. No matter how hard I tried though I couldn't stop smiling. I leaned away as she growled at me.

"I can practically see you gloating and it makes me want to beat you senseless." She leaned towards me, I watched as her nostrils flared and her eyes took on a mock hateful glare, (at least I hoped it was mock). I could see her knuckles turning white as she gripped her beer.

Trying to lighten her mood, "Wow, somebody's a sore loser, don't blame me your girls sucks."

"Jesus freaking Christ, 14 seconds? I could've last longer than that. 14 FUCKING SECONDS! Arghhhhh!"

Everybody around us was now talking about the fight and how quickly it went. 

Suddenly one of her friends called out laughing, "Hey Eva, did you just lost a hundred dollars to Michael? Damn girl, that sucks!" 

Thank god nobody overheard us talking about the second bet or everyone would be making a lot more fun of her. 

She turned and glared at her friend, "Thanks, I hadn't realized how bad it sucks till you mentioned it. Any other dumb ass comments?" she said sarcastically.

Everybody started laughing again. I decided to tease her a little. I stood up, Eva noticed and looked back at me.

"Where are you going?" she growled.

"Nowhere, I'm just getting ready to run in case you try to hit me," I grinned. 

"So I was wondering if you'd go get me another beer, this one's pretty empty," I held it up and shook it so she could see the bottle was empty.

She arched her eyebrow and asked, "Why would I do that?"

I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Call it practice."

Looking down, I noticed her face and chest were flushed bright red and her nipples were hard through her tank top. I wasn't sure if I hit a nerve with the comment, the bet, or if it was just the alcohol affecting her. 

She noticed my glance and looked down at her chest. Glancing back up at me, "That doesn't mean anything," she said. 

"What?" I said innocently.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Maybe you like the idea of being my maid?" I suggested.

She started laughing, "O just shut the hell up and sit down and let me vent."

Not wanting to take the teasing to far I looked at her very seriously, "You know I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, right?"

She paused and looked at me. Clearing her throat, "Really?"

"Without a doubt," I said. I stood to go get another beer. Her hand moved to my leg and put gentle pressure on it.

"Stay," she said and stood and walked into the kitchen, a few seconds later she was back with two fresh bottles of Blue Moon. I stood as she handed me one. She pressed her body to mine and whispered in my ear, "Don't get used to this."

Swallowing, I just nodded, it was hard to concentrate with her boobs pressed against me. I looked into her dark brown eyes for a moment, our eyes locked and it seemed as if time stopped, the background noise faded away, eternity passed in a brief moment. 

Then I glanced down, I could see the swell of her breasts straining the tight tanktop. Looking back up she had a predatory smile, like even though she lost the bet she knew she had the upper hand. 

I sat down as she took another swig of beer.

"14 freaking seconds..." I heard her mumble. 

*****

Knock, knock, knock.

The moment of truth. I looked at the clock, 5:30 pm. I'd been anticipating this moment all week and had mixed feelings of elation and dread. I knew that Eva was at the door. I'd gotten off work early Friday afternoon and had been home for a few hours already. I walked toward the front door, passing by my hallway mirror I paused to make sure I was presentable. The mirror reflected my black curly hair and lean military physique, I was barefoot and dressed in jeans and a black shirt with the yellow batman logo stenciled across the front. 

For some reason I felt like a kid on a first date, why the hell was I so nervous? It wasn't a date, she had lost a bet and was paying me back. Simple really, why should I be nervous? I mean, it's not like I'm shy or anything, the biggest reason I hadn't asked her out yet was because I hadn't really been sure what I wanted in a relationship myself. I didn't know if I did or didn't want something, but I finally realized it didn't matter. After this weekend I'd ask her out and worry about a relationship later, either we'd work or not, who knows.

Shaking my head I walked to the front door and opened it.

My heart dropped!

For the love of god!

She was gorgeous!

She stood in my doorway wearing a grey pencil skirt, white work blouse with a pair of black heels completing the outfit. Her raven hair flowed free around her face and her perfect white smile. She was wearing dark sunglasses.

"Are you going to invite me in or just stand there gawking at me with your mouth open all night?" she asked.

Apparently I was staring a bit too long.

"Huh, ... Oh, uh, sorry, yeah, come on in."

Great start, I felt like an idiot. No matter how cool I tried to play it this girl kept throwing me for a loop. 

I smelled lavender as she walked past me and into my living room. 

I followed, she turned to me, put a hand on her hip, "Well?"

"Yeah... Well, here we are. Can I get you a drink or anything?"

"I'm fine."

We both stood there awkwardly for a few moments.

Finally, taking off her glasses she cleared her throat and spoke, "I have to be honest, I'm nervous as hell."

"You know, if I'm completely honest, so am I."

We stared at each other for a second and both started laughing. The tension eased out of the room. 

"You're nervous?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Why, what do you have to be nervous about?"

I looked her in the eyes, "Let's just say I don't want to screw up a chance."

For a moment she stared back, she nodded understanding, "Fair enough."

"Guess I don't need to ask what you're nervous about."

Again we both laughed, "No, I guess you don't."

"Have you eaten yet?" I asked.

"No, not yet."

"Tell you what, why don't we have a nice dinner and we'll ease into the situation. I'll show you my place and then we'll eat. If after dinner you decide you can't go through with it, I'm not going to push it."

"That sounds great, and for the record, you're not."

I looked at her quizzically. 

She turned away from me, "Screwing up your chance."

I smiled.

I proceeded to give her the tour of my two bedroom townhouse. I kept everything meticulously neat and orderly. Halfway through the tour I noticed a curious expression begin to develop on her face. After I showed her my room and the kitchen she paused.

"Did you clean this house today?"

"No, why?"

"It's spotless," she said.

"I'm a gunnery Sergeant in the Marine Corps, what did you expect?" I replied.

"Not this, I've been the houses of other Marines and they didn't look like this."

"I may have a touch of OCD and keep my house spotless. But I promise I didn't clean it or anything special beyond what I normally do."

"I was about to say 'what the heck do you need a maid for?' What could I possibly clean in this house?"

I laughed, "Yeah, not much and to be honest if you started moving things to clean or change the position of anything you'd be liable to give me a heart attack. I know where everything is and I'd have a stroke if you messed up my system."

She opened a cupboard and peered inside, "Oh my god, you're a freak of nature. Please tell me these food cans aren't alphabetized?"

"Uh... yeah... uh... maybe a little."

She started laughing, "This is too funny. Were you always like this or is it a Marine thing?"

"I've always been like this. I came into boot camp and was amazed that not everybody in the Marines is the same. Hell, its part of the reason I joined, I like the structure."

"This is too funny."

I showed her the rest of the house and we ended at the spare bedroom. As she walked her eyes were drawn to the outfit hanging from a hook on the closet door.

She walked over to it and gave it an inspection.

"Well, it's certainly small," looking back at me.

I just smiled and shrugged. 

It was the maids outfit. Like most, it was black, with white lace trim, a matching white lace headpiece and black satin ribbon choker. As she looked back at me I pointed to the pair of black fishnet thigh high stockings in a package on the end table next to the bed.

She nodded and went back to her inspection. She pulled one side away from the closet and looked at the back, "Oh wow," she breathed.

As promised, it was backless. 

"You weren't kidding were you?"

I shrugged.

"Just this huh? No ruffled panties?"

"I not gonna force you, but no, no panties," I said.

Sighing, she looked at me, "So what now?"

"Dinner?"

"Ok."

"Where would you like to eat?"

She raised an eyebrow at me. 

God she was beautiful, it was hard to not stare at her full sensual lips, and did she practice that pose for god's sake? One eyebrow arched, hand on her hip, one leg bent... it practically oozed sex appeal. She had to do that on purpose, nobody was this damn sexy on accident. While she was thinking she chewed on her lower lip. 

Arghhhhhh!

Resisting the urge to cross the room, grab her and kiss her I settled for a, "Well?"

"Hmmmm, how bout Italian?"

"Sounds great, I know a little place not too far from here. Let me change real quick and we'll go."

"Great, while you change, I'll grab my bag from the car and put it in the spare room."

"Sounds good, I said as I ran to my room and threw on a pair of black slacks and a dark red collared shirt. 

We hopped in my black Ford Explorer SUV and I drove to the restaurant, we chatted about inconsequential things and quickly arrived. We ordered a bottle of wine and I got shrimp scampi while she ordered a chicken alfredo. We talked and ate and had a nice time. For dessert we ordered a crème brule to share. By this time she'd already had a few glasses and seemed to be feeling good. 

"It's not that I don't want to have fun or that I'm a spoiler, but how about we hold off on any more wine?" I said.

She raised an eyebrow at me. I swear she practiced that move.

"I just don't want anything to ruin tonight, and too much alcohol might hurt my 'chance.'" I said while making air quotes.

"So, let's be honest, this chance you talk about. What do you mean by it?" she asked.

"If you mean do I want a one night stand, then that's a no."

"Really? That's a little surprising," she stated.

"What am I, 18, 20? One night stands are for college frat boys. Will I sleep with you if given a chance? Hell yes! Is that all I'm looking for? Nope. As for what more than that," I shrugged. "Who knows, I'm not running away from anything and if I end up in a relationship, that's fine. If not, so be it."

"I like that, I'm not looking for anything specific, and I think too many people make that mistake. Girls are like, 'I just want a boyfriend,'" she clasped her hands together, rolled her eyes and used a mocking girl tone as she said it. "Then they jump into a relationship that's bad for both of them. Better to not expect anything and whatever happens is what works."




The Bet Ch. 01



"Cool, so we'd be on the same page if I got a date."

"Doesn't this count as a date?" she asked.

"I don't know, you tell me."

"I would think so."

"I usually end my dates with a kiss."

"Oh really?"

"Really."

"Even bad dates?"

"Especially bad dates."

"How does that work?"

"Think of it like this, no matter how good the date, if there's no chemistry then what's the point of a second date. And as for a bad first date, I figure you can't judge a book by the first chapter. So maybe if there's chemistry then you try and see if the next chapters are better."

"Interesting... so how's this chapter so far?"

"I say it's a must read."

She smiled. 

After I paid the check we walked to the car. I reached down and took her hand and held it, it felt natural as we walked across the parking lot hand-in-hand. 

Right before the car I paused and turned to face her, I let go of her hand and cupped her face, she closed her eyes as I drew her in for a kiss. 

She was hard and soft and tasted like wine. Her hands cupped my waist and she met my kiss with an equal passion. Her body pressed against mine, her chest, so softly yet firmly crushed to me, I could feel the beat of her heart against my chest. Her lips were soft as they pressed against mine, her small pink tongue darted between my lips, seeking, teasing, exploring my mouth. The clock stopped as we stood there, embracing, lost in the moment. After an eternity she bit my lower lip and began to pull away, she let my lip slide between her teeth as she opened her eyes to look at me. 

I was powerless for a moment. Then I pressed my forehead against hers and muttered, "Ok, that's a positive on the chemistry thing."

"Definitely," she said. "But now we have to talk, so let's get into the car."

"Uh oh, a 'talk' already?"

She just laughed. After a few seconds we sat in the car facing each other. 

"Ok, let's hear it," I said.

Suddenly she straightened and took on a very businesslike tone, "Ground rules. I'm going to do this..."

"You really don't have t..." I protested.

Quickly she said, "Interrupt me again and I'll slap you." She raised her hand and held it in front of me.

I eyed her a little nervously, "Yes ma'am."

I have to admit her change in attitude was a little frightening. She glared at me a second to see if I was going to say anything. I wisely kept my mouth shut.

"Ok, ground rules, the dates over, wait..." she reached over grabbed my face, pulled me forward and kissed me again. 

Stunned I kissed her back. Once again our tongues met and discovered each other. She ran her tongue across my teeth, I let her take control of the kiss. She seemed to enjoy this and her tongue kept darting forward, teasingly, playing with my tongue and lips. Her breathing started to get heavy as her fingers ran through my hair. She was sending shivers up and down my spine with the combination of her tongue and hands. I reached up and grabbed her shirt and pulled her toward me, she squealed in my mouth but continued to kiss me. I could feel her breasts as I kept the shirt tight, they were heavy and firm. After a minute she broke and pushed me away. 

I was speechless, we just stared at each other. 

"Ok, now our date is officially over."

Still seeing stars, I just nodded.

"We're going to go back to your place and I'm going to be your maid for the weekend. But no more kissey face for you."

My heart slumped.

"Don't give me that look, you just got way more than most first dates get and you're about to get way more of an eyeful than most ever get. So just like you don't want to screw up your 'chance.'" She said raising her hands and doing air quotes. "Neither do I, I'm not going to let you screw it up. Any kissey stuff will be done by me. No touchey," she flashed her hands in a mock wall around her as she spoke, "you break that rule and I leave. I will sleep in the other room and this doesn't count as a date. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am," I said.

She giggled, "Your next date is number two and just cause you get to see whatever you get to see this weekend does not mean you've earned the privilege to see it next time."

Her demeanor had changed to that of a parent explaining to a child, so I just sat there and nodded and kept repeating, "Yes ma'am."

"Now drive us home."

"Yes Ma'am."

***

As we entered the house I asked her if she wanted a drink.

"What do you have?"

"Most everything," I replied.

"Crown?"

"Yep."

"I'll take a crown and coke then."

"K, I'm going to change back to my house clothes and I'll wait in the living room with our drinks."

She just nodded and walked toward her room. I went and changed into a pair of black workout shorts and my batman t-shirt and then I began to make us both some drinks. I dimmed the lights to about half and waited on the couch. 

After a minute I heard her voice.

"Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

She walked into the room and stood in front of me.

Again she put one hand on her hip, bent her leg and said, "What do you think?"

"Marry me," I blurted.

Laughing, "No, but I'll take that as an approval."

The outfit was low cut, showing an ample amount of tanned cleavage, she looked between a C or D cup. Her nipples were hard and poking at the thin material. The front skirt reached just below what would be best described as indecent since it barely reached below the juncture of her legs. She'd kept her high heels on and the fishnets showcased her smooth muscled legs. The choker made her look submissive, but the smile she wore was definitely predatory. She reminded me of a tiger, sleek, beautiful and above all, dangerous. 

She watched my reaction and seemed to enjoy my blatant staring. 

Finally, I looked up into her eyes, "And the back..." I said.

She smirked and turned around.

"I'm not sure why you're so interested in the back, there's nothing there," she joked.

Once again my heart stopped. I hadn't lied, the outfit I had bought her was basically a sexy apron. It had shoulder straps and a back tie which was necessary to keep her front 'endowments' in place and supported, and a waist tie to keep the front of the apron from shifting but that was all. The rest of her back was completely showing. Her butt was small and tight with a visible cleft between her legs and cheeks. Her back showed the muscle definition of someone who visits the gym regularly and lifts weights. She had the physique of someone who cared about her body and didn't just do cardio to keep in shape. 

"No panties?"

"You said it wasn't part of the outfit and I was already committed so..."

"Wow, and I do mean wow. On so many levels, very freaking impressive. You're upholding the bet, your confidence and most assuredly your body."

"Thank you... Are we finished with the display? Can I have my drink now?"

"Yes, here you go."

She took her drink and sat down on the couch next to me. She kept her legs tight and back straight.

"So what now?" she asked as she took a sip of her drink.

"Let's keep it simple, want to watch a movie?"

"Sure, what do you have in mind?"

"Boondock Saints?"

"Sounds good."

I got up to put the movie in the player. She took that moment to get comfortable, she scooted to one side, took off her heels and brought her feet up on the couch beside her. She took a moment to smooth out her outfit.

"Have to be careful with this thing, I could end up flashing you if I turn wrong."

"O yeah, that would be a total shame!" I said sarcastically.

She giggled and took another sip of her drink. I respectfully sat down on the other side of the couch and started the movie. For a while we were both silent and watched the movie.

I glanced over at her, in the position she was sitting I had a great view of almost half her butt. She noticed me watching her.

"So what made you come up with this bet?" she asked. "Do you have a thing for maids?"

"Well, I do now," I laughed. "No, I don't have a thing for maids, it was just a spur of the moment thing. Mostly I didn't want to lose my bike for a week so I thought if I came up with something ridiculous you'd back out. To be blunt I'm surprised you took the bet."

"Yeah, me too, but I really did expect to win."

"You really want to ride my bike don't you?"

"Mostly I don't want to be the bitch at a rally. I love bikes and I've had a blast in the past when I go, but I don't want to go with anybody. I want to be on my own, with my own bike."

"Not even with me?" I joked.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but no, not even with you."

"Ouch."

"Don't take it personal, even if we were dating I don't want to be on somebody else's bike."

"Fair enough, so why not get your own bike?"

"I plan to, I'm just saving my money, I want a custom job and it's not cheap. I'm not going to spend less to get something that isn't perfect just to ride to one rally."

"You know I have three bikes right? One Harley, one sports racer and one Hayabusa."

She looked up quickly, "What? No I didn't know that, all I've ever seen you ride is a sport bike!"

I grabbed the remote and hit pause. 

"Follow me," I said and walked through the house to my garage. I opened the door and turned on the lights. Inside were my three babies.

I had a fully custom CBR1000 with lightning paint job. A Harley Dyna glide, with candy coated custom paint, and finally a black Hayabusa with minimal chroming. 

"Oh my god, why have I never seen these other bikes?"

"I've rode them, I just don't think you've been around when I have."

She walked around admiring each of the bikes. I sipped my drink and tried not to stare at her butt every time her back was to me. To be fair I succeeded almost half the time.

She kept circling the Busa.

"You like that one?" I asked.

"I do, I really really do," never taking her eyes of the bike.

"I'm sure you'd look good riding it too."

She looked up at me, "Don't tease me like that."

"I'm not," I said seriously. 

Our eyes locked. Putting on a serious face I told her bluntly.

"Look, all this fun stuff and dating aside I'd consider letting you use it for the rally that's coming up."

"Really?"

"Actually, yes. I even think I can make both of us very happy."

She didn't say anything but I could see the doubt on her face.

"As it happens I have to do some studying for a few weeks for my degree. I'll be extremely busy for three weeks, I need somebody to take care of me and my house."

"By take care..."

"I want my house cleaned, dinner ready and I don't want to be bothered with anything. I just finished law school and I'm studying to take the bar exam."

"I thought you were active duty."

"I am, I've been doing coursework in my free time. I can't stay a Marine forever ya know."

"Wow, I'm impressed."

"Thanks... so is it a deal?"

"I get to ride the Busa?"

"From one Sunday to the next, you don't even have to hang out with me or see me that week."

"And it won't be awkward for you?"

"Again, all having fun or whatever this weekend aside, I'm going to be super busy these next few weeks so I can't take you on a date anytime soon anyway. By then the rally time will be here. But if it'll make you feel better I'll make you include a date after the rally's over."

"No, no dates in this deal."

I shrugged, "Fair enough. Just make sure I'm taken care of over the next few weeks and I'll consider it a good deal."

"No more maid uniform?"

"Nope."

"What if I wreck it or drop it?"

"I'm insured if you wreck it and if you drop it, well, it was the next project bike for me anyway. So if it's gonna be dropped, now's the time to drop it, before I start the paint job and complete chroming."

"So three more weeks of maid duty versus one week of owning your bike?"

"That about sums it up."

"You got a deal," she walked over to me and thrust out her hand.

I looked at her hand and then back in her eyes, "So we're clear, this is not a fun sexy maid thing, you'll be my employee for three weeks. Dress how you want, but you cook one meal a day and you keep my house clean and you don't bother me or let me be bothered."

"Agreed."

I shook her hand, "Agreed."

"Let's go finish the movie," I said.

"Sounds good."

I moved out of the way, "Ladies first."

I followed her back to the living room, she seemed to have a little extra sway in her hips.

"Enjoy the view?" she asked as she sat back down.

"How could I not?" I smirked. 

We started the movie playing again and sat in silence for a while. Eventually she looked over at me.

"So..."

I glanced at her questionably, "Sooooo?"

"I'm going to get comfortable."

"Annnnnnddddd..." shaking my head back and forth.

She rolled her eyes, "You better behave."

With that comment she took off her heels then carefully stretched out on the couch face down with her feet in my lap.

"And if I don't want these here?" I asked while touching her feet.

"Gee, you're right, I should've asked," she said sarcastically. "I guess I'll just roll back over and sit on the couch and you won't get to stare at my ass the rest of the movie." As she spoke she started to put one foot down in order to change position.

Hastily I grabbed her foot and put it back in my lap, "No, no, I was just kidding, never mind, you can leave your feet in my lap all you want."

"That's what I thought."

After that we watched the movie in silence. It was a good thing I'd seen this movie about a hundred times because I stared at her bare butt most of the time. The soft light made her tanned legs seem even darker and I had to fight the urge to reach out and start caressing her. 

After a few minutes I grabbed one foot and started to massage it, she immediately let out a moan.

Encouraged by the sound I began to massage her feet in earnest. She made little happy noises as I dug into the bottoms of her feet with my thumbs. I was enjoying giving her a massage almost as much as she seemed to enjoy receiving. 

I worked my way from the soles of her feet to the ankles, then moving to her calves. I took my time, giving plenty of attention to all parts of her. Before I knew it an hour had gone by and the movie was almost over. The entire time she made little happy noises as I rubbed her. 

She looked over her shoulder at me with heavy lidded eyes, "You found my weakness, I love massages," she purred.

"Well, if you come dressed like that I'll pretty much give them to you whenever you want."

"Mmmmmmm, I like that."

"You have a beautiful body," I said, still caressing her calves.

"Really? How beautiful?"

"Well, you have cute ankles," I said as I kissed them.

She giggled.

"And you have very cute calves," I said as I traced kisses down the back of her legs.

"Is that all?" she whispered. 

I paused and looked at her, our eyes locked, smiling I continued kissing up the back of her legs, alternating each leg with a kiss.

"No, that isn't all," I whispered between pecks. I had reached the top of her legs and my face was inches from her ass, I slowly breathed on her cheeks and saw goosepimples raise, I heard her breath catch and she turned her head back forward to face the couch.

"You have the nicest ass I have ever seen."

I kissed one cheek, then the other softly. She went still, the room froze, when she didn't object I started kissing her cheeks. The next few minutes I spent slowly kissing her butt. I alternated, giving her playful bites and small licks. She sucked in her breath as I traced my tongue between on the cleft between her legs and cheek. I grazed her skin with my lips so softly I could feel the flesh tingle, I dragged my lips across her lower back sending shivers up her spine. Her breathing began to get ragged as I gave her butt caressing licks. At last I picked a spot on her right cheek, I latched on with my mouth and gave her a hickie. I heard a soft "O" as I started but she never resisted. After a few seconds I released her. I leaned back to look at the dark purple spot I'd left on her butt.

She looked back at me, "Did you just mark me?"

Meeting her stare, "Yeah, I did."

Neither of us spoke for a minute as we gazed into each other's eyes. 

I broke eye contact first and leaned down and kissed her left cheek, then I gave it a slight bite and started to leave another mark. Once again I heard a soft "O," as I kissed her butt. Her hands had clenched into fists and I heard her give a low growl as I marked her again. Abruptly she shook her ass and dislodged me. She flipped over and put her hand on my chest and pushed me gently but firmly away from her.

"Enough," she said, breathing heavily. "No more of that."

"You didn't like?" I asked innocently.

"I'm not answering that question," she said but her smile let me know the truth. 

She closed her eyes and took a moment to compose herself. 

She stood and eyed me, "I'm going to bed now and I'm locking my door," she emphasized, she held up her finger toward me like a parent scolding a child. "No more shenanigans from you tonight." 

I just grinned.

Shaking her head ruefully at my smile, "Why do I feel like you're going to become a weakness for me?"

I just shrugged.

She turned away from me and walked toward her room, "G'nite," she said without ever looking back.

I admired her bare back the entire way, obscenely proud of the two small purple marks on each cheek.

"G'nite," I said. 

***

Sleepy eyed I woke up around seven in the morning. Yawning and stretching I got out of bed and got ready for the day.

I put on my black running shorts and a red athletic tank top, slapped on my Nike's, grabbed my iPod and headed out for a morning run. 

After a brief stretch I began to jog, it was a beautiful morning and the air was still crisp and clean from the transition from winter to spring. 

I normally run for 45 minutes and just try to beat my distance each time, but today I was feeling good and ran an extra 20 minutes for more than eight miles. Soaked in sweat I pulled off my shirt as I returned and entered my house.

As soon as I entered I heard rustling in the kitchen, I rounded the corner and saw Eva straining to reach the top shelf where I had some cereal. 

Her dark hair was wild and she was barefoot and wearing one of my nerd t-shirt's as I call them, this one was red with a Flash logo, her stretching had caused it to come all the way up and expose her bare ass.

"All I see is healthy shit in this house," she said with disgust, grabbing a box of Wheaties.

"What the fuck is this?" she muttered and pushed the box away and reached for the next one, it was Cheerio's.

"Ughhh, you've got to be kidding me," she growled as she pushed that one away and turned to glare at me.

She saw where I had been looking and just shook her head at me in disgust.

"No," she said.

"No what?" I asked.

"Just no."

"Somebody is not a morning person," I joked.

She just glared at me.

"And where the hell have you been? Are you sweating? Have you been running?"

"Uhm, yeah, I went for a morning jog about an hour ago."

"O dear god," she said as she turned away and started opening more cupboards. She kept mumbling and I swear I heard the words "fucking idiot" as she rummaged through my kitchen.

"Where's the coffeemaker?" she asked. "I can't find it."

"I don't have one."

She froze while bent over looking inside another shelf, I tried not to stare at her ass again, but from the position she was in it was practically the only thing visible.

I was starting to get a little concerned.

I watched as her knuckles turned white from grabbing my cabinet door.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" she asked through gritted teeth, slowly straightening.

"Uhhhhmmmm..."

"I mean seriously, are you freaking kidding me?" 

Her voice was starting to raise and she turned to face me. Her eyes had a dangerous glint, her hair was in wild disarray.




The Bet Ch. 01



"What kind of happy horseshit is this? You don't have coffee, you don't have any good breakfast stuff, not a single muffin or donut or anything."

She was ranting and her voice had raised to dangerous levels. Halfway through her tirade my eyes involuntarily flicked toward legs.

"And you... O hell no," she said.

"Huh?"

She grabbed a loaf of bread on the counter and threw it at me, I ducked and it hit the wall behind me.

"You have the nerve to stare at my legs and ass and you don't have anything in this house that a sane person would eat. You freaking health loving, bark eating idiot," she screeched. "GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE AND DON'T COME BACK UNTIL YOU HAVE COFFE AND A FUCKING BLUEBERRY MUFFIN!"

She started searching for other things to throw, I backed away, grabbed my keys and wallet off the counter and ran for the front door while hastily throwing my shirt back on.

"GOD DAMN IDIOT, WHEN YOU INVITE SOMEBODY OVER HOW ABO..."

By that time I was out of the house and the front door closed, two seconds later I was in my car driving away.

I drove to the nearest Krispy Kreme and bought her two jumbo coffee's and two blueberry muffins and a couple of donuts to boot. 

As I was driving back home I made a mental note to get some supplies for her later that day.

"Should probably find out what she wants for lunch and dinner, so she doesn't kill me," I muttered to myself as I pulled in the driveway.

I eased the front door open, peeked in and called out, "Hello."

"In here," I heard.

I glanced in the dining room, she was sitting at the table with her arms crossed, glaring at me like some crazy harridan. 

I set the coffee and muffins down, without a word she popped the lid, added some cream and sugar, and took a huge gulp. She sighed as she set the cup down, then grabbed the bag, peered inside, sniffed, scowled at me and snatched a muffin and took a big bite. 

She frowned at me as she chewed, after a few seconds she picked up her coffee cup and alternated between sips and bites. I tentatively took a seat opposite from her.

Neither of us spoke as she had her breakfast, she just kept glaring at me the whole time.

"Don't ever do that again," she said.

"No problem," I said.

I watched her eat for a minute, I was waiting for her to say something.

Finally I spoke, "Are you going to apologize?"

"For what?"

She seemed genuinely confused, as I stared at her I realized in her mind I was the one who had done something wrong.

"Never mind," I said.

She just looked at me crazily and shook her head, "Damn weirdo," she muttered.

"So how bout we make a small list and get what you're going to need the rest of the time you're here," I said.

"Fine," she said. She stood and walked toward her room.

"Where do you go shopping?" she called out from her room. 

Standing I walked toward her room so we wouldn't have to scream at each other in my house.

"I usually just hit the grocery store at the next corner," I said.

Her door was wide open so I walked up to it without a thought.

Her back was to me, she had thrown my shirt on the bed and had pulled her hair into a ponytail, she was tugging on a pair of jeans over a black thong, I looked into the room's wall mirror and could see her chest in the reflection, our eye's met.

She buttoned her jeans, without any sense of embarrassment she grabbed her blouse off the dresser and kept looking at the mirror to talk to me.

"Do they have any non-vile food or is it all that healthy crap you eat?" she asked.

"They have regular food there," I replied. My eyes were entranced by her nipples, they were small and dark against the smooth flesh of her boobs. I could see the faint trace of a bikini top, with light triangles framing her generous chest. Her nipples were hard and she seemed proud to display them as she straightened her back.

She paused for a second as I stared, "Good," she said, then she pulled the small black crop top over her head, the shirt was tight and left her toned stomach on display. 

She adjusted it and straightened herself then looked at me in the mirror, "Let's go," she said.

***

I pushed the shopping cart through the aisles as she determined what she would need for the weekend and the next three weeks.

"I can't believe you don't have any decent cereal," she said. "Damn bark loving hippie."

I laughed as she continued to tease me, we found the cereal aisle.

"I thought you loved healthy food, isn't that all you eat? You're like a fitness fanatic."

"NOT for breakfast," she emphasized. "I eat whatever I want for breakfast, the rest of the day I eat healthy."

"Yeah, cause that makes perfect sense," I said.

"Breakfast gets you started, after that I can handle anything," she replied. 

"So what do you want?" 

"Hmmm, how about one box of cocoa puffs, and one of frosted flakes. That should last me a while."

"Cool, now let's go find you some coffee. I know nothing about coffee so you need to tell me what you want."

We walked down the aisle side by side, "I still can't believe you don't drink coffee. You realize that's pretty close to a deal breaker with me?"

"Oh really?"

She turned to face me, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're a communist sent here to spy on us. That's the only reason I may go out on a date with you, to see if I'm right."

"Lot's of people don't drink coffee."

"Yeah, lot's of sick weirdo people, who I'll never date."

"That big a deal huh?"

"Well, if you're not a communist you've got to be a serial killer."

"Soooooooo, you don't mind hanging out with a communist slash serial killer?" I asked.

"You give really good foot rubs," she deadpanned.

"As long as there's an upside."

"Yeah, that's what I figure too."

We reached the coffee aisle and she studied a few before selecting two bags.

"... Wait, you have the nerve to call me a serial killer after this morning? You're the psycho who went crazy."

"Being unstable is part of the woman mystique."

"Huh? Wait, what? Uhhhh, should I be worried?"

"You do see that I'm Hispanic right? That means I'll stab you, knock you out, throw a pot at your head and then have your dinner hot on the table by seven," she laughed.

"I'm not sure if you're joking or not but I am a little concerned."

"Hey, I'm just warning you now. If you don't heed the crazy signs, not my problem."

"Well, one sign I can definitely read is you are not a morning person, psycho much?"

"A woman is not psycho," she said primly. "I was slightly upset about the lack of proper nutrition in your house."

"You scared the hell out of me, I wasn't sure what to think. That was a hell of a way to start my day. I had to run around getting you breakfast and I was still hot and sweaty from my run."

"Not my problem, if you know you're going to have a guest be prepared."

"Like I'd know to prepare for that."

"You prepared my outfit just fine. Had no problem thinking that far ahead," she tilted her head and looked at me sarcastically.

"Point," I said. 

"You could've said thank you for breakfast."

"You were well rewarded for breakfast," she said drily. "Or should I have closed my door when I changed?"

I looked down at her chest, remembering the view in the mirror, apparently that was her way of apologizing.

"I still say out of the two of us you're the pyscho serial killer."

"Go ahead and keep talking smart ass, see what happens," she glowered. 

Laughing at her, "What you going to do to me? You're like a buck twenty, I'm 190."

Straight faced, she arched a brow and looked at me and said in a heavy spanish accent, "You gotta fall asleep sooner or later cabron."

I thought we were joking but the seriousness of her voice actually scared me, I quit talking and pushed the cart.

"Hmph, that's what I thought," she said.

We got home without any incidents. I supplied her with enough "real food" as she put it to keep her satisfied for the next week. We'd just go shopping again as we needed.

"So what now?" she asked.

"I was going to watch the basketball game this afternoon."

"I guess I'll change over then."

"If you want, no pressure," I said. I was still a little concerned about our earlier conversation and I didn't want to push her. She seemed like a great person but she also had a devil of a temper. 

My emotions must have shown on my face, with the same heavy accent as earlier she said "Don't worry Papi," she reached up to caress the side of my face while smiling. "It may be scary, but I promise, its one hell of a ride."

With that comment she walked away while I stood there wondering.

Soon I heard the shower running. I took care of a few chores while she got ready. Pretty soon she came out in the maids outfit again. 

"So do I have to wear this the rest of the day?"

"Uhm, I don't know, haven't really thought about it."

"Don't you want to change it up or anything?"

"Well, considering I didn't think you'd go through with it I consider this pretty good," I laughed.

"So you didn't think of anything else to wear?"

"Not really, no."

"Would you be open to other ideas?"

I shrugged, "Guess it just depends on the idea."

"How about I wear my tank top and panties the rest of the day. Would that be a good substitute for the maid outfit?

Shrugging, "Sure, I guess."

"Because this thing is cute, but it's not very comfortable."

"That's fine," I said.

After that she turned around and walked back into her room. A few minutes later she came out wearing a white spaghetti strap crop top and a white cotton thong.

"Don't we look all innocent," I said.

She just wiggled her eyebrows at me and did a pirouette displaying her toned butt.

"Does this look innocent?"

She had arched her feet to show of the musculature of her legs and this made her ass even more tantalizing. 

I knew she liked showing off to me and I was pretty sure she liked me commenting on her body as long as I didn't get rude or extreme.

"Maybe not so much innocent as jaw dropping," I said. "I especially love those two little purple marks on each cheek."

That made her blush red and she smiled and turned back around.

"Hmph," was all she said.

"I'm going to go clean up now. I'll be out in a few."

After I showered and threw on some jeans and another nerd shirt, blue with superman logo, then came back out. 

"So what's the plan for the rest of the day?" she asked.

"The same thing we do every day Pinky, try and take over the world!" 

She laughed, "I used to love that show."

The rest of the afternoon was spent around the house just enjoying each other company. We ate lunch, we watched TV, and I studied my law books a little. In general it was a relaxing Saturday afternoon.

She seemed to like walking around in her panties and every so often she would get up to do something, she always made sure to turn around and display her butt to me. I felt like she wanted me to admire it.

Obligingly whenever she walked out of the room I paused whatever I was doing and watched her walk away. 

Once I asked her to grab me a Coke from the fridge, when she came back she bent low at the waist to set it on the table next to me. My eyes followed her chest and I was treated to a beautiful show down the front of her shirt, I could see the valley between her boobs. When she stood up, once again, I could see her nipples poking against the material of her shirt. I noticed that her nipples got hard every time she showed off to me. She seemed to be an exhibitionist. 

As she turned to walk away I reached out and gave her butt a gentle pinch.

She startled for a second and froze, after a moment she walked back to her chair without saying a word. 

As she sat down she was facing me.

"Thank you," I said as I held up the soda and tilted my head.

"You're welcome," she nodded.

I continued to read my books and she read a magazine. Over the next hour I finished the soda. As I took my last sip I set it back on the table.

"Is that done?"

Looking up at her I didn't understand what she was talking about.

Tilting her chin, "The Coke?"

"Huh, oh, yeah, I'm done."

Without a word she stood up and came and picked the can up. She turned back away from me and stood there.

I was staring at her but then I realized she wasn't moving. After a couple of seconds she gave a heavy breath and shifted her weight. I was puzzled, was I missing something?

Then it hit me, I reached over and lightly pinched her butt again.

She immediately straightened and walked away without saying a word.

After that, every time she passed by me I touched her ass. If I didn't notice her she would pause and stand there until I did. No matter what she'd always stay quiet and wait for me to initiate contact. 

Sometimes it was just a slight graze, sometimes it was a light pinch, sometimes it was just a trailing of fingers across her skin, and occasionally it was a firm cupping. Neither of us said a word and we pretended like nothing was happening.

The day passed quickly and after dinner she came up with a plan.

"I have an idea, let's sit on the couch, drink some wine and talk."

"Ok, sounds good," I said. "But I'll drink Crown n coke, you drink wine."

"Perfect."

"So what are we going to talk about?" I asked.

"Sex!"

"Sex?"

"Yes, I want to hear all the crazy stuff you've done or want to do."

"So it's just me?" I asked.

"No, for everything you tell me, I'll tell you something equal."

Smiling, "I like this."

"Any rules?"

"None that I can think of."

"So let's do it," I said. "Who goes first?"

"You're a guy, you go first."

"True but my house, and you came up with it. Plus, let's face it, I want to know what level you're on. I might come out with some crazy fantasy and you'll get up and leave. If you talk first that will give me an idea."

"Hmmmm, okay, that's fair I guess.

"So let's hear it," I said. 

***

(Eva)

"So let's hear it," he said.

"What to say first..." I said as I bit my lip. 

For a moment I was lost in thought, how far should I take this? I'd already gone much farther with him than I'd ever planned. I wasn't a prude, and in fact I had a pretty wild side, but I also didn't want to push things or go too soon too fast with him.

I'd been eyeing Michael for months, when he first come around I'd been impressed with his attitude. Not all bluster and show, he had a quiet confidence coupled with toned athletic body that I just wanted to ravage. 

I was surprised that none of the girls had tried to get with him, until I found out a few had tried. He took them on dates and they said they had fun but nobody scored anything more than a few dates with him.

I'd heard he'd just got out of a bad relationship so it seemed like he just wasn't rushing into things.

Which was perfect for me since my last relationship had been a disaster. Maybe we'd both be ready at the same time.

I knew he'd asked my friends about me, so there was definitely an attraction and that date last night had unquestionably shown there was chemistry. Just thinking about it was making my nipples hard. Better clamp down on those thoughts right now or I'll end up naked on all fours. 

I grinned as I had a pleasant image of him taking me doggy style and pulling my hair, should I say that? No, too much too fast. I want to shock him, not have him lose control.

Thinking quickly, I had to balance this. I liked his answers about a relationship last night, I was glad he wasn't shy, he just wanted to make sure that he was ready for whatever this becomes, I can appreciate that. And his confidence was sexy, I enjoyed that fact that he gave as good as he got. Most men just fawned over me, it's so annoying, especially when I can tell all they want to do is fuck me. 

For sure he had a crazy streak, but I kind of liked it, it matched mine. 

So now it was just a matter of how much I wanted to tease him, how much did I want to get him worked up?

How best to shock him!

I leaned forward till our faces were inches apart, "I love oral!" I whispered. 

His eyes went wide for a second, "Well who doesn't?" he laughed quietly. I could smell the coke and whiskey on his breath, it wasn't unpleasant. 

"True, but I really get into it. I love everything about it."

"Giving or receiving?"

"Both."

"Tell me why."

"I love getting oral because it's wicked. I mean as a girl I let this guy kiss me, then move me to the bed, then I let him unbutton my pants or hike up my skirt and before you know it I'm down to my panties in front of him. Then he slides those down my legs and before you know it BAM, I'm naked. I mean, it's so dreamlike if you think about it. When a guy gets naked I admire it but he's not nearly as exposed as I am, as a girl I'm lying on my back and my legs are completely spread. How submissive is that? How vulnerable? He gets to see all my beauty and imperfections at the same time! It's so terrific!"

"Then his head moves between my legs, and really, how much more intimate can it get? I like to watch as his face moves toward my pussy."

His eyes got wide again when I said pussy. I can tell he likes that, he just shifted in his seat. If that's not a sure sign he's getting worked up I don't know what is. Time for another shocker. 

"I keep my pussy smooth with just a small racing stripe so I can feel every lick of his tongue."

I almost laughed, I swear his eyes are going to pop out of his head. A boyfriend once told me that guys love it when a girl uses dirty words. I like being vulgar, it feels wicked. That's the only word I can think of to describe it. 

"And when he's so close that I can feel his breath on my skin I like to wrap my legs around him, I'll rest my ankles against his lower back. He'll usually look up at me then, I just smile and wait for him to start. When he finally uses his tongue, I love that first long slow lick. If he does that I'll reward him, I'll throw back my head, grab the sheets and give a loud moan."

"That's so sexy, I love it when a girl does that," he said.

"I know, most guys do, that's why I called it a reward," I laughed. 

"I'm surprised you use the word 'pussy,'" he said.

"Well, we are talking dirty, I don't use it in conversations but if I'm talking naughty to a guy, well then..."

"Are we talking naughty?" he asked.

"You tell me."

"I love it," he said. 

I continued, "I love the feel of a tongue, the way it feels when he licks that crease where my leg meets." 

This was too fun, I opened my legs a little and pointed to the crease between my leg and body. I stroked it a few times to show where I liked it.

"The soft licks against my sex, the strong licks up the center. The thrusting of his tongue inside me. Its fun to watch as a guy goes down on you. I like to give little moans of encouragement, and if he's doing really good my breath comes in gasps. I like his hands holding my thighs, or moving lower maybe cupping my ass." 

I bit my lip as I talk, I know most guys love that. Sure enough he has to shift in his seat again. Christ, I can feel my nipples getting harder, they practically ache right now.

"It's always sexy when a woman enjoys what we're doing," he said. 

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh, "Believe me, I enjoy it. I like the buildup, at first he's licking and I'm moaning. Then as it continues my hips start to thrust forward. Just a little at first, to let him know he's doing it right, I'll run my hands through his hair too, maybe grab it, tug it a little if he hits a nice spot."

I start acting out a little, matching my movements to my words. "His licks start to become stronger, deeper, it feels really good so my thrusting starts to get a little stronger. At the same time I'm grabbing his head, fingers tangling in his hair, forcing him to keep licking the spots that I like, my butt's clenching and his hands have moved to it and are grabbing my ass tight. I like clenching my legs around his head, as the momentum builds it becomes a war between us. He's trying to dominate me with his tongue, I'm trying to cum and pretty much willing to do anything at that moment." 




The Bet Ch. 01



I start to trace my panties with my fingers as I talk, my voice is becoming faster, "By now I'm practically screaming, we're both sweating, I'm thrashing around on the bed, my hips are thrusting against his face, my hands are about to rip his hair out if he dares to stop, his tongue is deep inside me and hitting the right spots. It drives me wild when he licks my clit or takes it in his mouth and gently sucks on it. Then at the height of passion, I cum... 

I open my eyes and see his mouth is open, he's been staring at me. I grin at him, that one got me worked up as much as it did him. The entire time I imagined it was his tongue, his face, with that hint of stubble grazing my thighs, my fingers twisting in that dark hair. 

God, why do girls have to be the ones to have self-control?

All I wanted to do was let him rip off all my clothes and have wild animal sex with him all night long. Is that too much to ask? 

I can't wait to ride him long and slow.

But instead I clear my throat...

"Huh, o yeah..." he actually looks down and blushes and smiles sheepishly. 

Poor guy, I'm tormenting him now, he's constantly shifting in his seat. I can see the tent in his pants, I just smirk and pretend not to notice.

"Anyway, that moment when I cum is electric, my mind goes blank, my body tenses, I feel everything as pleasure racks my body. The nerves in my pussy are so sensitive, it's like I can feel the texture of his tongue, and even his breath against my skin at that moment. Time stands still for a heartbeat that feels like an eternity..."

I pause, silence...

"Wow," he whispers.

Smiling, "Yeah, that's totally going to be a requirement for my husband. If he can't do that to me, dealbreaker!" 

That makes him laugh.

"What about you?" he asked.

"What about me?"

"What are you offering him?"

"I said I like to give and receive didn't I?" I said. "I love to give blow jobs too."

"Marry me?"

Laughing, "Not yet big fella, you got to put in some effort to earn the prize."

"So tell me how you give a blow job."

"Well... my favorite is I like to give a guy a blow job when he's mad at me. Even though I'm in a submissive position, I'm in control, and if he's mad at me, it's so sexy." Laughing, "Sometimes I'll do things just to piss a guy off so that I can give him a blowjob. It's a power struggle, I like when a man runs the relationship but I like it when I can surprise him too, when we've gotten into an argument or whatever."

"How do you surprise him?"

"I'll go to the bathroom and strip down to my panties and walk out. The look on his face is priceless. I'll walk toward him, then I'll push him against a wall. No kissing or anything, I don't want it to be romantic, I just want it to be raw. I look in his eyes and drop to my knees. Without ever breaking eye contact I unzip his pants and tug his little man free. I'll pull his pants down to just about mid-thigh, no lower. If he's not hard at this point, I'm pretty sure he's gay."

"I can't imagine that problem has come up too much."

Laughing, "Not really, no."

"So I'm still looking in his eyes as I fondle him, that's important, you have to lay the groundwork for a good blow job. I want him glaring at me because he's mad but at the same time he knows what I'm about to do so he'll forgive me for whatever I did. I start by stroking him lightly up and down a few times, then wrap my hands around him and give a gentle squeeze. That'll usually makes him start breathing hard."

"Hell, it's making me breathe hard just hearing it," he said.

While we're talking, I watch as he squirms in his seat and I know he's telling the truth. I'm so tempted to see if he wants a 'demonstration.'

Instead I just grin and continue, "Then I'll wrap my fingers around the base and make a circular motion. Basically I'm doing everything I can to drive you wild."

"You?" he asks.

"Well, him, you, whatever. You know what I mean."

"Uh huh," he grins. 

I can feel the sexual tension in that smile, I can see the look in his eyes. We both know we're imagining this happening between us, I grin back.

"So why do you want to drive 'him' wild?" he asks, emphasizing the word him.

I decide to play the same game, "Because I want HIM to break eye contact first. If he does, I know I own HIM! I may be the one on my knees but I'm in control."

"I've never thought of it like that. I thought most girls like the man to control?"

"I do, I want a man to own me, but that doesn't mean I don't occasionally like to show him who wears the panties!"

"Fair enough," he said.

"So when HE finally looks away and moans and pulls his head back, that's when I start. First I swirl my tongue around the head, I know it's sensitive, so I like to kiss it and tease it for a minute or so. Then I give him a few nice licks up and down the shaft. You have to use lots of tongue. By this time his penis should be nice and wet from my tongue and the whole time I'm making circular motions with my fingers at the base. I usually glance up at this moment to see if he's watching, and he gets extra points if he is."

"I'll have to remember that," he said.

I wink at him, "To continue, I look up at you and if you're watching I'll lock eyes as I take you into my mouth. I'll deep throat you a couple times just to get your reaction. Important note, girls like to hear noise just as much as guys like it. We don't want you all quiet, we want to hear moans, and 'yeah baby' and know that we're doing good."

"O believe me, I'll let you know, I have no problem with that. Hell if you want proof right now..."

I just laugh, "Keep it in your pants big guy..." 

But if you only knew how close I was to taking you up on that offer.

"Well you're the one the keeps saying 'you.'"

"Slip of the tongue."

"Uh huh, sure."

I just keep smiling, "Anyway, at that point it's just a game using various techniques to get HIM to cum. I like him standing because I like it when his knees buckle, when he can't hold himself upright anymore because it feels so good. I'll occasionally look up into his eyes, but I really try to concentrate on giving good head. I try everything. I might let go of his dick and grab his butt with both hands as I deep throat him. I may grab the shaft with both hands making small circular motions with my hands while I swirl my tongue around the tip. I'll lick one side of the shaft as I stroke the other side with my fingers. You have to vary the technique. After a while I can feel his penis start to pulse and then he starts making those little thrusting motions with his hips. That's when you know to deep throat, that's when he just starts fucking your mouth. That's also when I show him I'm his. I'll grab his ass as he deep throats me, I love it, even if he grabs my hair and is being all rough. When he cums I can feel his dick throbbing in my mouth and I just keep sucking, that's generally makes his knees go weak."

"Damn girl, that's hot. So do you swallow when you give head?" he laughed. 

Grinning, "Of course, I never understand why girls get all hysterical about swallowing. For god's sake if I have the guy's junk in my mouth, I'm supposed to be squeamish when he cums? That's the line?"

"I never thought about it that way," Michael laughed. 

To be continued... 



The Bet Ch. 01



 Chapter One: The Loser Must Pay

They always say that if you aren't prepared to lose, don't bet! Great advice for me in hindsight, but now I had lost and Sir Damian sat behind his desk, smiling smugly. "You know, you almost won, " he said as he pushed back his chair and walked around the desk to stand right in front of me. He raised his hand and touched my cheek, then slid the hand behind my neck, pulling me close into him. He whispered viciously into my ear, "I could strip you and fuck you senseless right here and now, but that's not enough. I want everyone to know what a slut you can be!" He released my neck and pushed me to his arm's length.

"You are dressed as I directed?" He tugged on the zipper of my jumpsuit and grinned as his eyes took in my naked body. He pulled the black satin down to my ankles and lifted each foot out. He tossed the garment onto the couch. "You know the inspection position, my Lady Silver. From this moment until you meet the terms of the bet, you are my slave." I laced my hands behind my neck, pulled my elbows level with my shoulders, thrust my breasts out, placed my feet apart and cast my eyes down. I heard him draw in his breath sharply. He moved in front of me and lifted my heavy breasts in his hands. He pinched and rolled my nipples, which made them long and hard. I began my meditation immediately - his touch had affected me. Usually my breasts and nipples were insensitive. He took my right nipple in his mouth and began a slow, circular motion with his tongue that sent a ripple through to my pussy. 

Without releasing my nipple, he moved to the couch, placing my bottom on his thighs and my knees bent on either side. He continued to suck my nipple, pulling more and more of my breast into his mouth with each motion. I could feel his cock straining against my bottom. He finally pulled his mouth off my breast. "Damn," he whispered, "This is so wasted on your little subbie pets!" He pulled a set of vicious-looking nipple clamps from his pocket. These had a oval-shaped set of teeth on either side, like a bear trap, in addition to four posts set to accept screws. 

"Very nasty," he explained. "Specially made for you, my dear. I know these are far more intense than the ones you use, so there is no way for you to prepare yourself. Yes, I know your reputation for trying every toy on your own body! " He pulled a suction device from another pocket and applied it to my still throbbing right nipple. The nipple was so stretched that it looked to be almost two inches long. He opened the first clamp and rubbed the needle sharp teeth against the base of my stretch nipple. "Feels good, doesn't it, my sweet?" he asked. "I have a similar set for your clit and lips."

I started to close my eyes but he commanded me to leave them open. "Watch!" he demanded. He pulled the two halves of the clamp wide open and positioned the pivot point on the underside of the stretched nipple. With lightning speed, he brought the two halves together. The snapping sound from the closure seemed to echo in my ears. The pain as the teeth drove into my flesh was agonizing.

"Beautiful, just beautiful," he said, adjusting the suction device to loosen a bit. My now fatter, swollen nipple made even more contact with the teeth. "Oh, we have a lonely little one here. Let's have it join the party," he said as he took my as yet unharmed nipple in his mouth. He applied his rolling and sucking technique with obvious pleasure as I again felt his cock grind into my bottom. I let myself enjoy the long tugging sensations in my pussy since it helped to turn the pain in my skewered right nipple to pleasure.

All too soon, he replaced his very talented mouth and tongue with another suction device. He took his time positioning the remaining nipple clamp, and playing with the suction device on the right nipple. He lifted my breasts from beneath, admiring his handiwork.

"You do know that my motto is slow and steady?" he asked. "We're not even halfway finished with those lovely breasts." He opened a small box on the coffee table and pulled out what looked like a tangle of small chains and straps.

(to be continued)



The Bet Ch. 01



It is kind of hard to find the right place to start, but I guess one has to start somewhere. My name is Megan Williams and this is the story about how everything changed for me last Christmas break.

I suppose I should get the basic information out of the way. I am nineteen years old and currently enjoying my freshman year of college. I have a very loving if slightly inattentive family. My father is a cardiologist and my mother is an elementary school teacher. I guess you could say that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, but I try my best not to be a spoiled brat. My younger brother, Ian, is a senior in high school and somewhat of a prototypical jock. As far as my family situation goes, I think that I am pretty blessed.

As far as my physical traits go, I have been told by several men that I am, "one fine piece of ass." I don't like such crude terms, but I think that I am kind of cute and possesses the assets that most men desire. Being a cheerleader also helps the cliché fantasy factor quite a bit. For the record, I am five foot four and weigh one hundred and twelve pounds. I have medium length blond hair and blue eyes. I also will take a moment to point out that I am a bit of a fashion victim. If Abercrombie and Fitch sell it, I probably own it or it's on back order. 

I bet you are thinking that I am a typical air head cheerleader, that is were you would be only half right. I know that there are roles in society that we fall into. I think about them all the time. I try my best to see alternative points of view and do my best to break the bonds cast upon me by the overseers of social order. Once again in the spirit of honesty, part of me likes being the perfect blond cheerleader. 

Now that introductions are out of the way, let's get to the reason whey we are here. My first semester at the university was just coming to an end and I was basking in the thoughts of seeing my boyfriend, Ryan, again. Ryan and I were going through some tough times during my first semester away and I knew that a surprise visit would be the perfect remedy.

Ryan had always seemed to slack in the ambition department. He decided that taking some time off between graduation and college would be beneficial too him. I felt more that just a little disappointed when he broke the news to me. He said that working for his father at the auto dealership would give him valuable experience that would help him in business school. I knew that he would take advantage of his dad and spend most of the time getting stoned and screwing around with his slacker posse of friends. My best friend, Lisa, says that I have a terrible sentimental attachment to Ryan due to the fact that he is my first serious boyfriend and that our best moments together are long gone.

Let me take a moment to bring up my adventurous id of a best friend, Lisa. Lisa and I complete opposites. She is a painfully outspoken girl with dramatically gothic tendencies. How did two diametrically opposed people become best friends you ask? The truth is, I'm really not sure. We were assigned seats next to each other in first grade and pretty much have been inseparable ever since. Lisa also has a theory that I am afraid to experiment and try anything new. She says that it is evident in my slavish devotion to one brand name of clothes, and my refusal to move on from the pathetic excuse for a man that I gave away my virginity too.

My mother, Lynn, was instrumental in securing me an early plane ticket home while playing interference with Ryan. While I was waiting for my baggage at the airport Ryan called me on my mobile phone and I had to tell a fib and claim that I was still at school. I felt a little horny at the sound of his voice and began to develop the perfect seduction plot in my mind. I had a nice home cooked meal with my family and was happy in the fact that not much had changed in my little hometown. I enjoyed a nice hot bath and spent some time grooming myself into a clean shaven sex kitten. Ryan was very fond of a bare pussy and I didn't have time to get myself to the salon for a proper waxing session. The weather had been, according to my mother, unseasonably warm, so I picked out my shortest frayed denim miniskirt a flimsy white sweater and some sexy sandals that barely covered my tiny feet and laid them out for the next day.

The next morning I woke up feeling tremendously aroused. It took all my willpower to keep me from touching my newly shorn pussy. I sat around in a bathrobe for most of the morning and watched some cheesy talk shows while having a modest breakfast. Thoughts of sex filled my brain as I got dressed. I felt pretty bold and decided not to wear a bra or any panties. The sheer white sweater barely concealed my pert pink nipples and my miniskirt was so mini, than any slight bend would certainly expose my ass and possibly more.

My trusty blue Acura was waiting for me in the garage and I began my journey towards sexual fulfillment. I pulled out of the driveway and noticed that the sky was beginning to become grey and wind was starting to pick up. My mind must have been in a sexual haze because I didn't even pause to go inside and pick up a jacket. After a few miles I could feel the tingling in my pussy start to reach critical mass. I needed to be fucked in the worst way. It was a feeling that I had never felt quite so acutely until that day. Lisa would definitely be proud of my brazen sexual urges; she would only be disappointed that Ryan was going to benefit from them. 

As I turned towards Ryan's house a noticed a familiar blue Volkswagen bug parked in the driveway. It took me a moment but I realized that it belonged to Amber Jennings; it was at that moment I felt like was going to be ill. As if on queue the front door opened up and out walked Amber and Ryan. I did my best to park a safe distance away, but close enough to confirm my worst nightmare. Amber had obvious "fuck hair" and she was wearing an oversized sweatshirt that belonged to Ryan. They stood outside near her car for a few moments before Amber sealed my fate. She moved towards him and they began making out right in front of god and the neighborhood. 

The next few details are sketchy and may be slightly embellished. I swear that she began fondling his cock through his sweat pants. My mind went blank as I put the car in gear and pulled into Ryan's driveway. I leapt out of the car and slapped Amber across the face. The look on Ryan's face will stay in mind forever. I think that he even let out a tiny scream when he saw me. Amber looked like a deer caught in headlights. My hand stung from the slap that I delivered across her pudgy face. It was at that moment that I realized that I had just wasted three years of my life and that Lisa had been right the entire time. I suddenly felt embarrassed that I had even wasted the energy to slap Amber. All I could hear as I got back into my car was Ryan pleading for me to come back. 

Flakes of snow started to fall against my windshield as I sped away from Ryan's house. I swerved all over the road as I reached for my cell phone on the passenger's seat. I had a moment of clarity and decided to pull into convenience store parking lot. I instinctively dialed Lisa's number as the tears ran down my cheeks and smeared my make up. I also became acutely aware that I was sans any underwear. I felt like a complete idiot. After a few rings I heard Lisa's voice answer the phone. It took her a few moments to realize that the sobbing fool on the other end of the phone was me.

"What's wrong sweetie?" She said.

"Can I come over?" I asked.

"Of course you can. What happened?" She asked.

"I caught that stupid asshole Ryan with Amber Jennings!" I blurted out.

"Ok, you really have to come over now!" Lisa said.

"Ok, I'm coming straight over." I said.

"Be careful driving. The snow is really coming down and the roads are starting to ice up, not to mention your emotional condition." Lisa said.

"I'll take it easy." I said.

My little Acura deftly cut through the snow as I slowly made my way towards Lisa's house. I couldn't see the through the snow but knew from experience that I was pulling onto the right dirt road. The whole area was rapidly becoming covered in a blanket of white. My spirits picked up when I saw massive façade of house in the distance. I was about ninety yards from the house when I felt my tires spinning in the snow. I didn't have enough momentum to make it up the hill. My car slid back a few more yards while I steered it to the side of the road. I tried to dial Lisa's house from my cell phone but there wasn't any reception in the area. I knew that I would have to get out and walk. I looked around and was happy to find one of my brothers sweatshirts nestled in the back seat. I took one look at my flimsy sandals and knew that it wasn't going to be a pleasant walk to the house.

I could barely feel my feet and the freezing wind froze my petite backside. I reached the front door and began frantically pressing the door bell. I noticed Lisa's brother Tony's face peeking at me from behind the living room curtains. I motioned for him to be a doll and come answer the door. After a few more freezing seconds Tony opened the door and gave me a sly grin.

"Where did you come from? I can't see your car in the driveway." He said.

"My car is stuck down the road. I had to hike all the way up here." I said.

"Didn't you watch the news? The weatherman said that were going to get at least eight inches of snow." Tony said.

"I think that it is pretty obvious by the way that I am dressed that I wasn't expecting snow." I said.

"Yeah, I was trying my best not to mention that. You look kind of hot by the way." Tony said.

"Don't be a smart ass." I said.

"I am totally serious." He said.

"Don't just keep her standing in the doorway, Tony!" I heard Lisa yell.

"Ok, don't start with the yelling!" Tony Said.

Lisa rushed down the staircase and offered me a friendly hug. She looked a little different from the last time that I had seen her. Her dark hair had grown just past her shoulders and her bangs were cut in a Bettie Page bob. She was wearing a low cut white shirt that showed off her large breasts and a tight pair of hip hugging jeans. Tony stood next to her for a few moments and I could see the family resemblance. Tony was tall and lanky and his dark hair was a precise mess. Tony stood there for a few more moments and I could tell that he was looking at me.

"Quit staring her down idiot! She has had a rough day." Lisa said.

"What happened?" Tony asked.

"It's none of your business dork! Go pull your friend Oliver away from the television and go outside and chop some firewood." Lisa said.

"Oliver?" I said.

"You remember Oliver Thorton, don't you? He is in the same grade with Tony and your brother Ian." Lisa said.

"Yeah I remember Oliver. Ian and him don't get along." I said.

Lisa smirked at me and then grabbed my by the hand and led me into the kitchen. She poured me a tall glass of wine and handed me a blanket to warm myself up with.

"You and Tony are alone for the holidays again?' I asked.

"Of course, I don't mind it though. I think the more time that Mom and dad spend in Europe the happier I am. They have this tradition of being in Paris during Christmas and I think that they like it better without their offspring tagging along." Lisa said.

"I don't know if I would enjoy being alone during the holidays like that." I said.

"I'm not alone. I have Tony to boss around. Forget all this holiday talk; you still need to give me the gory details about Ryan and Amber!" Lisa said

Lisa and I Sat in the kitchen and over the course of several full glasses of wine I told my embarrassing story. I could see Tony and Oliver chopping wood in the backyard and noticed that the snow was falling heavier that ever. I could tell that Lisa was happy that I had finally seen the light and decided to stay away from Ryan forever. She goaded me on for a few moments about how I would finally have to make a change in my life. I did my best to convince that I was going to start being adventurous. It was at that moment things started getting out of hand.

"I have decided that I am going stop being a killjoy and go out and have some real fun!" I said.

"This I have to see." Lisa said.

"I'm serious. I have been faithful to Ryan and have turned down many opportunities to have fun with hot guys." I said. 

"I really don't think that it is in your nature to go out and screw around. You are definitely a relationship type of gal." Lisa said.

"Everyone can change. I think that I have the desire to go out and experiment, to really see what life has to offer." I said.

"I think that you need to put your money where your mouth is." Lisa said.

"You don't believe me, do you?" I said.

"I bet that you will just hang out with your family and me all Christmas break and never take advantage of your new found freedom." Lisa said.

"We have three weeks until we have to back to school. I think that I have plenty of time to meet some one." I said.

"There you go with meeting someone. You need to be in a relationship to even think about kissing a guy much less moving on to something more." Lisa said. 

"What are you saying? You think that I don't have the nerve to have a one night stand? I can fuck who ever and when ever I want." I replied.

"Want to make a bet?" Lisa said.

"What kind of bet?" I asked.

"You have to have sex with anyone who really comes on to you." Lisa said.

"Anyone?" I said

"Anyone without exception" Lisa replied.

"What do I get out of it?" I asked.

"What ever you want, I will not turn down any request as long as you are truthful about it." Lisa said.

"It's a deal. I mean how many people are going to come on to me in anyway." I said.

"You might be surprised. At any rate we better shake hands on it." Lisa said.

I remember a lump gathering in my throat as Lisa stretched out her hand. It was as if time had stopped. I instinctively reached out and shook her hand. Lisa smiled at me as if I had just made a deal with the devil.

"You are going to be a total slut from now on!" Lisa said.

"I seriously doubt that many people are going to ask me to fuck them." I said.

"I think that guys will sense that you won't say no, and that will make all the difference." Lisa said.

Lisa's words hung in the air for a bit before the silence was broken by the ringing of the phone. Lisa picked it up and all it took was one glance to confirm that it was my mother calling. Lisa assured her that I was more than welcome to stay at their house until the storm blew over and that there was plenty of food. I grabbed the phone from Lisa's hand and gave my mom the condensed and edited version of what my day had been like. She told me that it was probably for the best and that I should enjoy my new sense of freedom. If she only knew about the pact I had just made.

The snow continued to pile up outside as I stared out Lisa's living room window. I heard the clanging noise of pots and pans in the kitchen as Lisa, Tony and Oliver worked at making dinner. The house was a little on the warm side so I decided to take off the bulky sweatshirt that I had pilfered from my stranded car. I still needed to ask Lisa to borrow some panties. I had several more glasses of wine during dinner and found myself nearly falling asleep on the living room couch. Oliver had decided to go upstairs and play a game on the computer while Lisa and Tony ventured down stairs to the basement to watch a horror movie on the big screen television. I clicked past some boring channels and decided to watch some music videos for a while. 

I woke up about two hours later to a dark house. The light of the television was still flickering in the living room and I noticed that some one had thrown a blanket over me. I walked to the kitchen and noticed that it was just past midnight. I could see the light on in the computer room upstairs and figured that it was Oliver trying to conquer some digital kingdom. I also noticed that the lights were off in the basement except the flickering of the television and I could hear the eerie musical score of a horror movie playing in time with the lights. I decided to make my way down to the basement but I paused for a moment after I heard some muffled moans. I snuck closer to the basement to confirm what my ears had picked up. 

"Fuck me!" I heard Lisa's voice gasp, followed by a distinctly male grunt.

I felt a wave of curiosity and arousal wash over me and I decide to continue my investigation. I had no idea that Oliver and Lisa were even remotely interested in each other much less fucking. I crept down the stairs until I could see the shadows of two people cast against the wall.

"Fuck me Tony!" Lisa gasped. "Fuck your sister!"

I could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth until I peaked around the corner and noticed Tony's naked body glistening with sweat and Lisa bent over the couch pushing back against her brother.

"Be quiet Lisa. You don't want Megan to find out do you?" Tony said.

"She won't wake up, just give it to me!" Lisa gasped.

I felt disgusted for a moment but it quickly gave way to a feeling of total arousal. I could feel my naked pussy becoming wet and my nipples strained against my white sweater. Tony began to thrust forcefully and Lisa pushed back in time with his thrusts. I heard Tony gasp and watched as he pulled out of his sister's pussy and shot his hot cum all over her waiting ass. 

I felt like watching for a few more moments but knew that I had to hurry upstairs. My mind was swimming with the visions of forbidden sex. I rushed towards the couch and tried to feign sleep. After a few moments I began to calm down but every time I blinked my eyes I could see Tony's hard cock slamming into Lisa's pussy. I heard two sets of footsteps coming up from the basement, one headed upstairs while the other headed in my direction.

"Wake up sleepyhead." Lisa's voice whispered.

"What time is it?" I said in my best sleepy voice.

"It is almost one in the morning. I didn't want to disturb you earlier. You looked so comfortable." She said.

"Did you put the blanket over me?" I asked.

"Yes I did. You were giving Tony and Oliver quite an eyeful." She said.

"What?" I asked.

"It looks like you were such a hurry to get to Ryan's that you forgot your panties." Lisa said.

"I am so embarrassed!" I declared.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about honey. You have a cute little pussy." She said.

"Could this day be any worse?" I said.

"Well a new day has started and you need to get some better sleep." She said.

Lisa grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. She was wearing a tiny sleep shirt that barely covered her voluptuous ass. I almost swooned when I thought about Tony's fresh cum trickling down her ass and onto her smooth legs. When we got to her room she handed me a sheer white cami and a spare tooth brush. I was so tired that I forgot about asking for a pair of panties. After a quick session of make up removal and face washing we threw the blankets over each other and fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up and realized that I was in bed alone. I looked around for a bit and realized that it was approaching nine in the morning. Just as I was wondering where Lisa was I heard a knock on the door. Tony poked his head around the door and smiled at me. 

"Where did Lisa go?" I asked

"She said that she needed to go to the grocery store and would be back after awhile." Tony said.

"Are the roads safe enough for her to go out?" I asked.

"She took the Jeep, so she should be ok." Tony said.

"How long ago did she leave?" I asked.

"About 15 minutes ago. She said to make sure that you stuck around because your car is still buried pretty deep." Tony said.




The Bet Ch. 01



"Great, what am I going to do now? I know that she is going to take her sweet time and not come back for hours." I said.

"I didn't know that I was such terrible company." Tony said.

"That is not what I meant." I answered.

"Oliver and I are going to take the snowmobiles out for a spin and you are more than welcome to come along." Tony said.

"I might do that." I said.

"Good, I'm sure that Lisa has some thermal underwear in her dresser and an old snowsuit that you can fit into. Although I do like what you are wearing now." Tony said.

I realized that I was wearing a see through cami and that Tony must have had a good view of my breasts. I blushed for a moment and had a flashback of his cock pumping in and out of Lisa. I pulled the covers over my body. Tony flashed me a smile and closed the door behind him. 

I pulled my long blond hair back into a pony tail and squeezed into a super tight pair of thermal underwear that I found in Lisa's dresser. The white fabric clung to my every curve and I could see the outline of my pussy through the material. I pulled on a dark blue snow suit and some matching boots and headed outside. 

Tony and Oliver were already buzzing around the property trying to catch air off of the hills of snow. Oliver was a tall and lanky with a messy crop of blond hair spiked towards the sky. They were both wearing jeans and thick ski jackets. I reached down for a handful of snow and quickly crafted a snowball. I flung it hitting Tony on the back of the head as he sped by. He raced around the makeshift track and stopped on way around. I hopped on the snowmobile and clung to Tony for dear life. We sped across the snow covered landscape towards a small lake on the property. After many laps and snowball fights we headed inside the house to warm up.

The boys surprised me my striping down to their boxer shorts and ran into the living room to warm up by the fireplace. I squirmed out of the snowsuit and headed to the living room in Lisa's thermal underwear. I couldn't help but notice that both Tony and Oliver possessed thin but muscular bodies. I nudged in-between them to get a good place near the roaring fire. A few minutes passed and I noticed that both Tony and Oliver were moving closer to me. 

"I heard that cuddling can be a good source of warmth." Tony said.

"Yeah but I heard that it has to be skin against skin to make a real difference." Oliver Said.

"Go ahead and knock your selves out." I said as I moved out from in-between them.

"Why would I want to cuddle against this skinny freak?" Tony Said.

"I think that it would be much nicer have you between us." Oliver said.

"Are you asking me to get between you?" I asked.

"Yeah if you don't mind." Tony said.

A felling of apprehension passed after a few seconds and I decided to cuddle up to Tony first. He was nearly a foot taller than me and I felt captured in his embrace. I could feel his cock begin to stiffen and press against my stomach. I looked up at him and his lips met mine. I felt a rush of pleasure race through me as his hands began to caress my body. Our kiss lingered for a few moments and I could feel Tony's desire. While I was looking into his eyes I felt Oliver's hands on my hips pulling me towards him. I felt his hard cock against my back and his lips met mine as I turned back to look at him. I knew that I was about to experience something that I had only fantasized about. 

Oliver kissed me while I felt Tony's hands on my hips pulling down the bottom half of my thermal underwear. As they hit the ground I stepped out of the puddle of fabric. Oliver took this as a signal to pull off my top. I didn't feel a shred of embarrassment knowing that I was standing naked between two guys, all I felt was desire. I fell to my knees and pulled down Oliver's red checkered boxer shorts. His cock was at full attention and I met it with my mouth. He gasped at my aggressiveness but soon began to gently pump his cock into my mouth. I felt the sensation of Tony's mouth kissing my bare ass and his tongue began flicking my sopping pussy. I let out a mumbled gasp when he painted my tight butt hole with his saliva. The excitement of this carnal act was beyond my most perverted dreams. I felt a small orgasm rush through my body. I felt Tony stand up and prop his hand on my hips. I felt the bluntness of his cock push into my pussy. He began to thrust in time with Oliver. I felt like I was going to explode. I nearly blacked out as a powerful orgasm shot through my body. It was the salty taste of Oliver's seed that kept me conscious. I tried my best to take his full load, but his spurts were too much for me to handle. Tony gasped and I felt the heat of his cum splash against the walls of my pussy.

The exquisite moment was over. I lay there between both Oliver and Tony and thought about what might happen. A day hadn't even passed and I was already taken by Tony and his best friend. I was both worried and excited about the rest of what my Christmas break would have to offer. 



The Bet Ch. 01



To my editor M-Y Erotica... there are not words to tell you how wonderful I think you are or how much I appreciate your help. My story is so much better thanks to you.

If you are a football fan, you will notice that the games are from the 2003-2004 season. I tried to stay as true to them as possible. Enjoy!

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I sat on the edge of the couch, my fingernails biting into the palms of my hands, my breath held, watching the game unfold. The score was tied at 14, and sudden death overtime had just started. Carolina had the ball, but I had chosen the upset. I needed Atlanta to win. If they did, then I retained my lead in a male-dominated football pool. But mostly, I would win the bet and that meant that I’d score… big time.

It had all started at work three days earlier when Sean had delivered the week’s paper. It listed five games, each of which we were to try and predict the winner. 

I grinned as I looked down at the paper. "Oh, these are easy!" 

Telling Sean that the picks were easy after he’d tried so hard to make them as difficult as possible was a sure way to get a rapid-fire response. Each week he’d look through the list of teams and choose the matches he believed would be the most difficult to determine winners and losers. A pseudo bookie for years, he’d become quite good at doing just that.

"Oh really?" Sean looked at me like he knew I was bluffing, which I was, but would never admit to. "If they’re so easy, then you won’t have any problem getting them all right, will you?"

I chuckled, knowing that I was caught but unwilling to give up just yet. "Sure. I can get them all right. No problem." I set the paper down on the desk and tried to look cool about it, my mind racing with all the research, gut instinct, and luck I was going to need to get just one or two of my choices right.

A slow, sexy grin spread across his face. "I don’t suppose you’re willing to make a small wager on that?"

It was the tone of his voice that did it. It was “dare” with a hint of "how far are you willing to go?" mixed in for good measure. I was sure the sudden pounding of my heart could be heard across the room. 

For months, he had been the object of my obsession. At an office party six-months earlier, after too much booze and sexual flirtation, he had lured me over to a secluded spot to show off his “tan lines”. Tan lines, I discovered, that only existed above and below a very hard, very large cock that stood out proud in the night air. It was a cock that any woman would be in heaven to suck and ride. Playfully I grinned and told him that he should tan nude. It was at that moment that I heard my name being called and turned to walk away. But he pulled me back for a single kiss.

I’d been fantasizing about the places that kiss could have taken us had we not been interrupted. When we returned to work the Monday after that kiss, it had been the start of a very fun, very teasing relationship that had slowly escalated from flirting to spontaneous groping. But that kiss hadn’t been repeated. Some days it felt like we were firecrackers just waiting for a match.

With a crooked half-smile, and a good dose of adrenaline brought on by his nearness, I looked up and into his eyes. "Sure. I’ll place a bet. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, it would have to be something fun… maybe something... sexual?"

My eyebrows rose. Something sexual? Did I hear that right? I felt something wet and warm pool deep inside me. This was too good for words. 

I tried to remain calm. To pretend that I hadn’t been fantasizing about what I wanted to do to him for months. I worked to keep my breathing evenly controlled as I answered. "I… could go for that. Winner gets to make the demand. What’s the bet?" 

I watched as he placed both hands on the front of my desk and bent over until he was only inches away from my face. A slow, devilish grin sweeping across his face. "The bet is that you don’t get more than three right this week. If you get three or less, I win and you bow to my demand." 

Since I had no problem bowing (or bending over for that matter) for him, I grinned and told him I’d meet him no later than Tuesday morning to collect my reward. I watched as he walked his sexy buns out of the room. This was a bet I was determined to win.

So here it was Sunday evening. I’d already gotten three of three choices correct, and this was the fourth game. If Atlanta won, I could declare victory and collect my prize. But I was nervous now, sweating, and I couldn’t help but think that sudden death overtime might just be the death of me.

I watched as one pass was completed by Carolina. My jaw ached from clenching my teeth. They set up again, another pass play, and I was sure it was over. All they needed to do was get close enough for a field goal and that was the end of the game. I watched as the quarterback lifted his arm and let the ball fly, my hands fisted, I prayed "miss, miss, miss", but there was no miss, instead it was… intercepted? I jumped up and riveted my eyes to the television screen watching. Sure enough, an Atlanta Falcon had read the play and jumped up to catch the ball. With the full field in front of him, and no Carolina Panthers near enough to stop him, he almost pranced into the end zone. Touch down! We’d won! Atlanta had won, and I had gotten the four picks I needed to clench the deal.

He was mine. 

The next morning I sat at my desk and waited. My mind rifling through the various scenarios I could play out and the innumerable demands I could choose from, all of which sounded wonderful and all of them something I wanted. However, of these ideas only one stood out as being the "if I never get another chance" choice. If I never got another chance to make a demand then I was going to… 

The door opened interrupting my thoughts, and Sean walked in. A thrill of excitement shot through my body and a smile spread across my face. 

"Good Morning!" I knew my eyes were sparkling with mischief, and I couldn’t help but stare fascinated at his mouth as it curved upward in a responding grin.

"Good Morning to you, Ms. Four-out-of-four. Should I be worried?"

"Worried? Maybe." I laughed. If he only knew. "When do you want to hear my demand?" I used my tongue to wet my lips, slowly, and stared at his eyes, which were riveted upon me.

I listened as a muffled sound came from his throat and he responded, "Umm… Now… would be good." 

Sean’s face was turning pink and the sight of it was making my heart beat in irregular patterns. I squirmed in my chair. Was this really happening? Was I about to get something that I’d been fantasizing about for the past six months? Or actually, I thought with amusement, since the day he first walked into the office five years ago. I could barely speak for the effort it took to keep from hyperventilating. 

"Well then, now it is." I smiled and looked down feeling heat spreading through my body and creeping up my neck. Great, now I was blushing! So much for a cool, confident response. I struggled to get it out. "My demand… is that you meet me tomorrow… at precisely 5:00 p.m. In the storage room. With your pants down around your ankles. I have a thirst that I… ah… need to quench." 

My head slowly raised up to look at him. Was he surprised? Excited? I didn’t know, nor could I tell, but that was okay. I was excited enough for the both of us and my fingers crept up to the side of my mouth to wipe away the small amount of liquid that had started to pool there. 

Rolling my chair back, I watched as he came around my desk and bent down in front of me. Frozen by his nearness I could only watch as his mouth descended closer, but it wasn’t aimed for my lips. Lips that were dying to taste him. Instead, his head tilted to the right, and in my ear I heard three little words, "I can’t wait" and I shivered with anticipation as he turned and walked out the door.

*****

I can only describe it as the feeling you get the night before Christmas. The inability to sleep, the giddiness. Time drags on and the hours and minutes feel as though they’ve confused themselves. It took forever for the next day to get done, but finally it was time- and damn, my mouth was dripping with saliva. And I was so wet. I had wanted this for a long time. The men that I had been with over the past few months had never fully taken away my hunger for Sean, and knowing that the moment of finally having him was near made my insides vibrate with expectation.

I stole a moment to retreat into the bathroom and assess myself in the mirror. I started from the bottom up. Black stiletto heels graced my feet, chosen for their ability to add enough height to my 5’4” frame that kissing him wouldn’t be a struggle. A black skirt was topped with a baby blue sweater, which had a deep v-neck, chosen to show off the cleavage made by my 38D breasts, and finally my shoulder length honey blonde hair was pulled back purposely into a ponytail for the upcoming event. Overall, I’d chosen something that I hoped would create a great visual should he choose to look down. Nodding with satisfaction, and more self-confident, I walked back to my work area to wait.

He arrived seconds before I finished cleaning off my desk for the evening, and I watched his back as he disappeared down the hall and into the storage room. Though there were a few people left in the building, things were quiet enough that I had no worries that anyone had seen his disappearance into a room typically used to hide mops, brooms, and other items. Turning off my computer, I got up and followed him.

Sean stood in the center of the room completely still and waiting. My eyes roved over his lean form taking it all in. The tense, drawn look on his face, which led me to believe he was at least a little nervous. The green sweatshirt I had come to realize was his favorite. His beautiful hands lightly fisted at his sides. Jeans. I searched for a way to put him at ease and break the ice.

"Hey! What happened to following my demands to the ‘T’?" I asked teasingly. "If I remember correctly there was supposed to be something around your ankles… and it wasn’t just the mops. Drop ‘em." 

"Well, that was romantic." He answered with an edge of sarcasm in his voice, but the corners of his mouth curved up into a helpless smile.

I was trying very hard not to laugh, but the giddiness that was making my body tremble was also governing my ability to control my voice, and a giggle escaped. "This isn’t about romance, Buster- it’s about sex. Pure and simple. And I’m getting mine. Now drop ‘em." 

I watched as he reached for his belt buckle and unfastened its clasp. Next, his fingers moved to the button on his jeans. With deliberate slowness he unfastened it from its clasp and methodically pulled down his zipper. Somewhere in my befuddled senses I recognized that he was deliberately teasing me. 

His jeans fell to the floor, and I could see the head of his dick peeking above the top of his black briefs. Unable to resist, I stretched out my hand and let my fingertips caress the length of him through the fabric, ending just short of his smooth skin. His dick jumped in reflex to the touch. I swallowed convulsively and smiled.

“I’m waiting,” I whispered.

Finally, he reached to slide the briefs down his legs and. when his clothes fell to the floor. my eyes riveted to his manhood. He was incredible! More so than I remembered. My eyes drifted closed while I tried to control the sudden jolt of need that coursed through my body, and to stop the ever increasing trembling. There was no more teasing left in me. I wanted him and I wanted him NOW!

On legs that felt as through they had never walked on solid ground, I closed the distance between us and my hand reached out to caress the softness of his cock. It stood out proud, hard, and oh so tempting. I licked my lips in anticipation and listened as his breathing turned raspy. Slowly lifting my head, I looked into his eyes, which had become heavy lidded. His nearness was having a drugging effect on me and I felt as though I was getting lost in a haze of helplessness. Need and desire were taking control.

My hand still cradling his erection, I raised myself up and slowly brought my lips to meet his. Opening my mouth, I used my tongue to trace the lines of his lips. They were soft, gentle, and I whimpered with need. Feeling his mouth open beneath mine, I searched for his tongue and found it- a growl nearly escaping, as I tasted him for the first time. He tasted so good I knew I’d never be able to get enough, and I deepened the kiss until I felt as though I were devouring him. I heard him moan and felt liquid rush through my cunt to soak my panties. My hand curled around his cock and softly started to stroke him, feeling him grow even harder in my hand.

As the kiss ended and we pulled away from each other, I fought to control the trembling that had built. I knew that if I didn’t get myself under control I’d never be able to finish what I wanted so badly to start. Taking a deep breath, I slowly dropped to my knees before him and smiled. He had the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. Hard, smooth… built for my mouth. I wet my lips, prepping for the delights in front of me. Before this was done, I would know the taste of him from the inside out.

My hand held him steady as I used the flat of my tongue to lick up the base of his cock. A small amount of pre-cum had already started to form at the very end, and I used the tip of my tongue to clean it, my mouth watering as he let out a rush of pent-up breath. I pulled my hand away so that with the next, his attention would be fully centered on one spot. Once again wetting my lips, I used them to glide over the very tip of his hard-on, just past the rim, and back up again- drawing him out of my mouth completely before once again gliding over the very tip. I let the liquid from my mouth roll down the length of his cock as I repeated the process two more times, closing my eyes and simply enjoying the smooth skin between my lips.

Drawing the tip back into my mouth I gently sucked, the top of my mouth rubbing against the tip of his cock. As he let out a loud moan, I relaxed my jaw to keep from biting down in excitement. My pussy again was soaking itself and a rush of heat spread through my body.

Running my hands up his thighs and searching for his hands, I found them in tight fists at his sides, as he fought to keep control. Curling my fingers around his hands, I continued to suckle on his manhood and attempted to draw out the sweet taste of him. When he moaned again, I released him and sought out a more sensitive area. My head dipping below his cock until it found the two balls dangling beneath. Gently drawing one into my mouth, and then the other, I licked and sucked on them in turn, enjoying the feeling as they jostled around my tongue. His breathing getting more rapid with each lick and suck, my breathing accelerating to match his.

Releasing one of his hands, I brought mine down to rub my pussy underneath my skirt, now moaning around his balls as I brushed my fingers against my clit. Electricity shot through my veins as my orgasm approached. Drawing my panties to one side, I dipped one of my fingers into my cunt and slowly finger fucked myself. It would only take a few more seconds for me to climax, but I desperately wanted him there with me. Keeping my body on the verge of release, I decided it was time to finish what I had started, and collect my reward. 

I released his other hand and pulled my mouth away from his balls. As one hand used its fingers to creep in and out of my hole, my thumb brushing against my clit, the other hand wrapped around his shaft and started stroking. My mouth moved to take the tip of him in and with increasing demand glided over his cock drawing him in fully inch- by- inch until he rested at the base of my throat. I used my tongue to brush the underside of his cock and used my mouth and hand to stroke him to completion in a steady pace that I knew was driving us both crazy with the need to explode. 

Sean’s hips started moving back and forth, fucking my mouth, as a low guttural moan escaped his throat. Above me I heard him take a quick deep breath and then groan out "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," and I knew he was there. I suddenly felt warm liquid filling my mouth. Swallowing, I pulled my mouth back so that I rested at the very tip of him, letting him watch as I drank from him. I looked up to see his expression, and the pure ecstasy on his face was enough to push me over the edge. Moaning loudly I started moving my hips in time with my hand, and let the volcanic force rush over me, stifling the scream that nearly escaped at the rush of pleasure I felt.

Once the tidal wave subsided, I stood up and looked into his flushed face. My hands running up his chest, and then back down again to the soft hairs between his thighs. I thought about what had just occurred and marveled at the desire for him that was already beginning to flow through my veins once more. I prayed that this was only the beginning and that I’d once again feel his touch. 

"Thank you, that was nice. Definitely a fitting reward," I whispered. My arms stretching to circle around his neck as I gave him a small kiss. His arms drawing me close for a gentle hug. 

I heard him fight to even out his breathing before he responded, "Would you care to wager again?"

I smiled and nodded, a huge grin spreading across my face. "I thought you’d never ask. Where’s the paper for this week?" I asked.

I waited as he pulled his jeans up and fastened them, and then reached into his back pocket for the weekly game list. Taking it from his hand, I looked over the choices.

Dallas vs. Washington
Houston vs. Tampa Bay
San Francisco vs. Cincinnati
New York Giants vs. New Orleans
Philadelphia vs. Miami

I looked back up at him and groaned, not even trying to hide my dismay at the choices. There was no way in hell that I was going to get any of these right, I thought.

Swallowing hard I asked, "So… what’s the wager?"



The Bet Ch. 01





I am not usually one who takes bets, or dares, or does anything to increase her odds of coming out anywhere but on top. If someone is of a mind to boast of their deeds, it does me no harm to let them. Why make it a contest? So, when someone approaches me in a bar and tells me they can make a bottle sing or a coin dance, I try not to take the bait. I know that if they make such claims that my betting against it makes me some sort of rube. They will either win the bet by guile or magic, or their loosing the wager may serve some purpose to which I need not be party.

There are more than a few individuals sporting creative scars that will attest that should I ever become the object of such a wager, it is best not to let me know. Talk about me all that you like, but do not reduce me to a benchmark or prize.

I began this encounter blessedly oblivious as the bartender brought me a bottle from a man across the tavern. After looking at him long enough to decide that he did indeed have the normal complement of facial features, I accepted it. Soon he arrived at my table for an introduction, and I decided those features were in fact pleasingly placed. Uncommon for these parts, his nose was smallish and unbroken, and his eyes were the same shade as his dark mead hair. He was tall but not lanky, towering over me by more than a head. Still, there was something about how he held his frame that managed to put me at ease.

"I hope that wine is to your liking?" he said, indicating the bottle he had sent. "I can't abide those syrup wines myself."

"A good choice," I replied, raising my challis of eldarflower wine and taking a sip. "Some think it is an acquired taste. I think no one needs acquire a taste for sweetness, but they can loose their appetite for it in place of their own pride."

"So you suggest that I am too proud to be seen drinking a fey wine?" he smirked.

"That remains to be seen," I taunted. "But all who sit at my table tend to partake." Then I pushed a cup toward him and indicated the bottle.

Nonplussed, he filled the drinking vessel and sat while sipping. A brief look of resolve crossed his face as the thickly sweet liquid washed down his throat. There were other expressions beneath this, but they remained hidden beneath his calm demeanor.

"Do I pass the test?" he asked.

"The first one", I teased.

Our small talk continued for some time, and I heard much more of his tale than I had anticipated. As long as my cup remained full, I lent him my ear, and nodded appropriately, but eventually the bottle ran dry as did my attention, and he could see that I was distracted.

"Have I bored you?" he inquired.

"Not entirely," I replied. Seeing the quizzical look cross his face, I continued. "Did you really spend good coin for an understanding ear, or was there some other underlying reason behind your generous gift to a stranger? Although, by now I know so much about you that the word 'stranger' hardly applies."

This sort of straightforward tactic has been known to put men in a foul mood. They may feel their honor besmirched that I call their bluff. But really, what man buys a woman a drink and then just sits and tells her his life story? He must know that he need not keep laying out cheese for a mouse willing to be caught. I, however, employed this sort of direct approach to gauge his reaction. If he takes offense and storms off, he is not ready to put in the necessary work that I require, so it is best for both of us if we part company now.

"Perhaps I have been less than direct," he acquiesced. "But, would you have accepted me if I were to ask you to share my bed when I first saw you?"

"I dare say, not," was my answer. "But, perhaps we have passed the point of simple familiarity some time ago and it is now time to move on to your intentions or say 'good evening' and retire our separate ways. I am merely calling the vote." I raised my empty cup in salute, to punctuate my words.

"So you would play by some sort of rules of order?" he jested. "I would not have expected a lady such as yourself to be so..."

"The hour is late, " I cut him off. "When the evening is this old, It interests me less to know how you got here than if you intend on making this a night that I may actually remember."

He sat silently for a moment, weighing his options. Then he quietly and deliberately stood and took my hand. With a gentle pull, he guided me to my feet and led me out past the bar and up the stairs to his room. Along the way I saw him place another large sum upon the counter top and pull a bottle of my favorite rinberry wine from the rack near the end of the bar.

We said nothing as we walked up the old wooden stairs, and entered his chamber. I had lit a candle and he had thrown the latch before he even dared clear his throat. The well worn floor boards attested that this old room had seen many travelers pass through. Simply appointed, there were two chairs, a writing table, a window overlooking the street below, and a bed, of course. The one oddity present was a large wooden and ironmongery wash basin, filled with water. In the candle light, I could not see if the water was clean, but I assumed it was still there from an earlier bath that he may have enjoyed after a long day on the road.

"Observations?" he asked, as he saw me taking in these surroundings.

"Only that you have bathed recently, which I do appreciate," I chided him even though my appreciation was genuine.

He looked askance at the tub. "Is it not expected. I was hoping to meet...."

"Forget the tub." Again I interrupted him, standing as I spoke. "I only wish you had saved some for me." I reached for him, and pulled at his belt.

"That can be arranged," he mumbled as his belt flopped aside. He removed the pouch from his side as I did the same with mine, setting it aside. Passing his hand under the pouch leather flap, he pulled forth a small stone. "This is my magic valet," he smiled. "I keep it stocked with cantrips for my stay in places just like this."

He said an odd word and tossed the stone into the tub, where it proceeded to bubble to the bottom with a hiss. As I reached over to pull up his tunic, I felt a wave of gentle moist heat waft over my side. The tub was lightly steaming.

Raising an eyebrow I noted, "That's an amazing little item."

He nodded in reply, "It does a lot of little things, like cleaning and pressing clothes..."

"... and freshening a tub," I continued.

"Exactly, " he nodded.

"Convenient," I noted. Then I pulled off his top.

His chest was pristine, only a few hairs, and no scars. I had already decided that he was no warrior, but it is unusual that a traveler through these parts had seen no battles at all. Either he was very good at what he did, very rich to be able to afford mercenary guards, or very new to this lifestyle. Whichever way, I enjoyed the novelty of tracing my fingernail down his pretty skin from his chin to his navel, unobstructed by the customary blemishes of battle.

He shuddered a moment at my forward gesture, but collected himself to indicate the tub once again. "Perhaps...," he caught the word in his throat, cleared his voice and continued. "Perhaps you wish to avail yourself of the bath as well. It would be a pleasure to watch you do so."

"Oh, no," I replied. "If I am going to bathe now, you are going to help." I pointed to my boot, and steadied myself against the back of a chair. He obliged by grabbing my heel and pulling firmly as the leather sheath softly slipped down my calf, leaving my legging exposed. With a brief twist, both boots were neatly thrown in a corner. After a couple of quick actions, I stepped from my outfit which now lay in a small pile next to the bed.

I could see the intent in his eyes, and I held him off with a warning finger. "Not yet," I whispered. "You can look, but only I get to touch." I gently pushed him over to sit in a chair, and then I leaned down to my best advantage and pulled off his boots. A dagger in its sheath fell unceremoniously to the floor, and I quickly scooted it over to lay with my boots. I noted that even if he was visibly unmarred, he was at least prepared. My opinion of him rose a notch. Altogether he was well behaved, and I could feel his eyes explore my naked flesh as he sat and let me undress him from the floor up. Eventually all that stood between us were his leggings, but I left those on, to keep him bottled up just enough to prolong the bath.

I turned to the tub, reaching out my hand to him for support. He gave a brief start as I refocused his attention on my face, and at my nod he came over to help me into the water.



The sensation of warm water over my skin was glorious. My feet ached from dancing that afternoon, and my legs followed suit. As I slipped into the warm water, I could feel it reaching over and between my toes, up and between my legs and finally across my breasts and up to my neck. I lay back with my hair over the rim of the tub for a moment and savored the feeling.

There was a slight tug at my coiffure, and I reached up to slap his hand away. "Did you wish to keep your hair up?" he asked. He had been pulling at one of my hair pins.

"Up and out of the way," I answered. "Once it's down, there's no putting it back up quickly." My hair is one of my assets as a dancer. Pulled up, it is still well past my shoulders. Down, it flows around like the veils I dance with.

He seemed to be placated by my comment. "Here," I said while pulling a cloth from the side of the tub, you can wash my back. I leaned forward.

I heard no answer but the swish of water and the feeling of a cloth covered hand wistfully massaging my back. Up and down, side to side.

"You've been practicing," I lied. His hands were clumsy against my skin. I could tell that his mind was on things beyond this simple task, and his nerves were getting the better of him. Glancing to the side, I checked on his last remaining piece of clothing, and I estimated by the customary bulge that he was ready for more than this bath. I did not wish to let that happen now, so I tried a new tactic.

He needed another activity to regain his composure, so I gave him one. "Why don't I take that cloth now, and you go open that bottle that you so smoothly gleaned on our way up," I suggested.

"Oh, right," he replied and looked about for where he had placed it on the way into the room. "If you'll just toss me the stone," he asked. I had almost forgotten about his magic valet, and I reached down between my legs to feel it out in the water. There it was, not hot at all. It must have cast it's spell upon the water, and then lay there dormant waiting for its next command.

My sensitive fingers felt its surface as I pulled the stone forth. What had originally appeared smooth, was actually heavily engraved with some sort of mystic runes. In the candle light, they were difficult to see, but I clearly felt them.

"Here's your toy," I jested as I tossed the rock just a little high. I wanted to see how flexible he was in the catch, and I was not disappointed by the muscles that I saw tighten in his stomach and chest as he reached up to grab it. He caught it with ease, and I was pleased to see that he was capable even when flustered.

He had the bottle open with one whispered word and a tap of the stone. Having a corkscrew that heated your bath water and pressed your clothing might come in handy on many occasions. My curiosity was piqued, but that could wait until later. My focus now was to make sure the next cork he popped was not his own. At least not until he had popped mine.

"I don't suppose that stone turns into a cup," I mused. Even in the candle light I could see his eyes flicker to his right. That was a sure sign that he was about to make something up, whether it was a lie or maybe just some clever retort.

"I don't suppose we actually need one," he said. "The liquid is rather thick anyway."

"Alright then," I grinned. "Just where do you plan to drink that from."

In one excited motion he knelt beside the tub with bottle in hand. He offered the open end of the bottle to my lips, and I drank a sip. Clumsily, it seamed, he spilt some of the thick syrup down my chin. "Allow me," he whispered, and bent down as if to kiss me. I felt his tongue lightly dab up the spilled wine and caress my lower lip in the process.

I was intrigued by his gesture, and my nipples tighten as he traced his tongue over my chin. I reached up and rose to my feet as he stood offering me his hand for support. I thought for a moment about pulling him into the tub, but the water was beginning to chill, and I did not need to share a cold between us.

As I stepped from the bath I realized that there was no towel in the room. I clasped his hand harder, feeling the valet stone within. "Does this thing dry as well as clean?"

I heard a whispered word and suddenly I was neither wet nor cold. I found that quite acceptable.

Looking down at his bulging leathers, I decided to work quickly. Deftly, I slipped across the floor to the corner and retrieved his dagger. I noticed a puzzled look of almost fear in his eyes as I approached him carrying the naked blade. Slowly, I dropped the blade to meet with the buttons at his side. I heard his breathe catch, as I cut the buttons off with one practiced movement. I gave him credit, few men would stand still if a strange woman approached their groin with a blade. He evidently wanted what I had, and was willing to withstand a little torture to get it. I smiled up at him and pulled his leggings down with one hard tug. I was prepared to make him work for it, but not quite yet.

He stood unwrapped before me, bathed in the candle light. The releasing of his trousers allowed his previously pressed member to swing free, bobbing like the boom of a ship. He was a little on the small side for his stature, but considering the discrepancy in our heights, he had length and girth enough for me.

Then I heard him gasp, and I saw a tell tale trickle of clear liquid seep from the end. "Oh, no you don't!" I scolded. Immediately, I grasped beneath to his dangling jewels, and jabbed my nail into the soft flesh behind it.

He jumped back as the pain hammered home, and gave a throaty yell. "What are you...?"

But I was over him so fast that he did not get a chance to finish complaining. I put my leg behind his and pulled him down to the floor with a thud. He was at my mercy for a mere moment, but I had all the time that I needed to stifle his complaints with a hard kiss. I forced his teeth open and filled his mouth with my quickly darting tongue. He almost had time to struggle before I sat on his chest with my knees straddling him to either side.

"You don't get to take your pleasure so quickly," I chastised him, gently toying at one of his pristine nipples with the tip of his own dagger. "We still have quite some time until I am ready for you to be done." He looked nervous, like he did not dare to move, and I knew he had gone flaccid behind me.

Pressing my finger to his lips, I pulled the dagger away from his flesh and whispered so that I knew he would hear every word articulated. "A gentleman always lets the lady cum first. He may then take his pleasure at his leisure."

He nodded his understanding, and with one backhand toss I buried his dagger in the ceiling half way to the hilt.

Now that the ground rules were set, I taught him a few tricks to prolong his enjoyment. An apt student, I came three times that night, twice before him, and once after.



The Bet Ch. 01



As always, I'd love to hear your feedback, positive or negative.

*****

"Oh, don't be such a baby. You lost the bet, so you have to pay up. Simple as that."

"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd want anything like this. I'd feel weird." 

"What's weird about it? Women do it all the time. People go to costume parties and dress up for Halloween all the time, don't they? Besides, the bet was that anything goes for the winner, remember? I can only imagine what you dreamed up for me, baby. But I won the bet and you're not allowed to back out now." 

"Oh, man. But what if a neighbor comes over or a friend stops by? They'll see me. I couldn't stand that; I'd never live it down." 

"Quit whining. We'll take precautions, close the curtains, make sure you're hidden and all that. Besides, nobody just drops by without calling first anyway, so what are you worried about?"

"Yeah, but why this? Can't I just lick you for awhile, or be your sex slave or something?"

"Of course you can, buttercup, anytime you want, you know that," she said coyly.

"Yeah, yeah, but why this?"

"Because it makes me hot. You want me to be all hot and wet for you don't you, baby?" Lilla purred as she snuggled up to me, snaked a leg around mine and twirled my hair with a finger.

"Yeah, but of all things. And what about my hair, it'll take weeks to grow back." 

"Don't worry about it. Sheesh, it's winter. Nobody sees you except me." 

"It'll hurt," I pouted.

"Oh, no, you don't. You want me to get Brazilians, but you can't do it because it might hurt? Uh uh, buddy boy, you're not getting out of it with that crap."

Out of excuses, I relented. "Alright, alright. Whatever."

Lilla clapped her hands under her chin and bounced on her toes. "Goodie! Let's go."

She grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. "This is gonna be fun fun fun, you'll see. Well, not the first part, for you, exactly, but the rest. God, I got so wet plannin' this and thinkin' about what we're gonna do. I'm getting turned on now just talkin' about it."

"Wee yahoo," I said without enthusiasm as we entered the bedroom.

"Okay, you strip while I get the clippers. I have to get your hair shorter so the wax'll grip it right," Lilla gleefully chirped. 

I undressed and waited while Lilla set things up. Towels, applicators, wax, some lotions and potions. "Okay, baby, I'm reaaady. Are youuu?" she teased. 

Humming sweetly, Lilla threw the switch and clipped my hair to an eighth of an inch; legs, underarms, groin, and what little chest hair I had. She stepped back, looked at me as if I were her project, head tilted to the side, brow furrowed, then took my arm in her hand. 

"Hey! What're you doin'?" I cried out in alarm as I pulled my arm away.

"I want a smooooth lover this weekend, baby. You're gonna be my smooth little love bug and I'm gonna slide my slippery little body all over you, all over my smoooooth little lover boy. Hmm, baby?" she enticed.

I held my arm out, thought, "Shit, what the hell have I agreed to." Lilla had always been more sexually creative than me and usually initiated the more adventuresome escapades: Blowjobs driving home through our neighborhood, furtive quickies in public places, handjobs and footjobs in restaurants, toys, costumes and role playing, making up sex scenarios and fantasies and telling them to each other in bed. 

I thought about these things and how awesome Lilla is as I stood on unfolded newspaper in the middle of the bathroom, clipped hair at my feet, about to be completely shorn of body hair. I was boxed in this time. I could always renege on the bet, but it wouldn't be worth it. Not at all. Not with Lilla and her creed of trust and word of honor.

"There. That's done," Lilla said with a brushing clap of her hands. "Okie dokie, spodiokie, come on over here, pumpkin," she said perkily as she led me to the bed, a large beach towel spread out for me to lay on. Lilla rubbed this cream and that on me saying this one would let the wax come off easier and that one would desensitize my skin. 

"Don't worry, sweetie, you'll hardly feel a thing," she assured me as she scooped up a gob of heated wax with the applicator and spread a patch on my leg. "Okay, honey bunny, just hold your skin taught right there while I...," rrrip.

"Ow, ow, shit that hurt! You said I'd barely feel it," I shrieked.

"Hmm, the cream should have at least done something," Lilla said with a puzzled look on her face as she picked up the tube. "Oh dear, looks like I used the wrong one. Sorry honey, my bad." I groaned. "Tell you what, snookums, we'll do tequila shots, instead, and I'll give you a head start," Lilla said over her shoulder as she skipped out the door. 

With the help of a takillya buzz I endured the waxing. We even got the giggles when at one point I yelled out, "Kelly Clarkson!" then other celebrities each time Lilla pulled the trigger. It also helped that she kept me distracted and assuaged by massaging, nibbling and sucking my cock. She wouldn't let me come, though, no matter how much I begged. 

Lilla got me denuded, cleaned off, and showered. Back in the bedroom she was standing naked, gazing at me. She rubbed her hands over me. "God, this is so hot. I'm so wet, baby, feel me, feel how wet I am," she gushed as she pulled my hand to her smooth pussy while groping me.

"Mmm, yeah, right there, baby," she whispered and held herself up, griping my shoulders as I worked two fingers in her and swirled my thumb on her sweetness. We kissed, our tongues increasingly desperate. 

Lilla dropped to her knees and took me in her velvet mouth, making me moan. Her tongue swirled around the head once, twice, she plunged deep, back up. She looked up at me, eyes blazing, gave a small nod. 

I ran my fingers along the side of her head through her gorgeous shoulder length red hair. I curled my fingers, gripped her hair in my hands, and fucked her mouth, hard. 

Lilla kept her mouth soft as I thrust deeply, her nose against me, then back out, again and again. I held her to me and sat on the edge of the bed, my hands held her hair, thrust my hips as I could, moved her head down and up while she made small sounds. I grabbed the hair at the back of her head with one hand, reached down and fondled and twisted her nipples, making her groan. I fucked her mouth and kneaded her pussy with my foot. I played with her nipples and stroked her pussy with my foot until she came, moaning around my cock. With a grunt I came deep in her mouth. 

I kept Lilla on me, her tongue and hands busy, until I hardened. I pulled out and flung her petite body against the edge of the mattress, pushed her torso down on the bed, and stabbed into her from behind, heard a sharp outcry. 

"Yeah, baby, do it, fuck me hard, make me come," Lilla rasped as I pinned her hips against the mattress edge, again and again, over and over, her outstretched hands clutching the bedspread. My sweat was dripping on her back when she finally cried out, went limp while I rode on. I hammered into her for some time more and finally came with a guttural roar.

I collapsed on her back, my cock slowly disengaging, hugged her. Lilla reached back with one hand to cradle and rub my neck, said in a soft voice, "Muy caliente, bambino, muchas gracias." 

"De nada, mi amor. I wasn't too hard on you, was I, baby?" 

"No baby, when I'm in the mood, I love you to use me hard. I wouldn't like it all the time, but sometimes, ooh la la!" Lilla said as she squirmed out from under me. "Come up here, sweets, and lay on your back."

I lay down and she took me in her sultry mouth. I held her hair aside and watched her use her mouth on me, enraptured by her passion and skill. Lilla worked me until I was hard. She straddled me, looked into my eyes as she took me inside, a small smile as she descended. Lilla lay on my chest, kissed me, snuggled her head against my shoulder and sighed, my arms around her. In this way, we slowly ground to a lovely finale. 

"I love you, baby."

"I love you, too, babydoll. Let's get some sleep, okay? Tomorrow's gonna be a big day."

"Uh oh," I thought as I turned out the light.



The Bet Ch. 01



My company insisted that I take two weeks of vacation; the old; use it or lose it. Nan, my wife of 10 years, was not able to take any time off. It was a good opportunity for me to tackle those household chores I have been putting off for months. By Tuesday of week two I had repaired it, mowed and trimmed it, or painted it and was left watching the soaps, game shows and other mind rot of daytime television.

I was going so crazy that Nan called in sick on Friday so we could play. Play started with a bit of oral sex, breakfast in the nude and had progressed to an afternoon of strip billiards. It was mid afternoon and she and I were locked into a battle of who would be naked first. The winner was going to dictate the evening sex play. 

We were so engrossed in the game that we didn't hear the doorbell. Next thing we know Judy from next door was peeking around the corner. It was "hey guys; I rang the bell but no one answered, so I figured you were down here playing pool". Nan gave me the look and I knew naked was not going to happen. Judy is the youngest of our informal gang and without question the sexiest. She is the one that wears a thong at our pool parties and is seldom wearing a bra. The other wives, Nan included, keep a weary eye their husbands when Judy is strutting her stuff.

She has an ass that begs to be fucked and the perkiest tits this side of Dallas Cowboys cheerleading squad. Her husband Ken tries to keep her on a short leash but it is a strain. Today she was in a tee shirt and short shorts that would be illegal in seven states.

Ken was at a management camp for three days and Judy, after six hours was already bored. The reason for the visit was to borrow $200 to buy a dress. It seems that after attending this camp Ken was up for a promotion. They then had to attend a formal dinner with the company president. Judy had blown her household budget and didn't want Ken to find out. 

I'm ready to give her the money, to get her out of the way, so I can return to the business of stripping my wife and having my ashes hauled. Nan rolled her eyes and then to my surprise told Judy to sit at the bar and have a drink while we finish our game of eight ball. Two shots later I sank the eight for the win. 

It was time for Nan to give up her shirt. Knowing she had lost the bra earlier I just assumed she would wait until this business with Judy was over before she paid off. Wrong, she walked up to me and lifted up her arms and told me to collect my winnings. I don't think my wife has been topless in front anyone but her mother or me in ten years. 

As I slipped the shirt over her head you could hear Judy gasp. Nan then casually walked over picked up her drink and asked Judy about this loan. Jan got my interest when she told Judy that I would be happy to risk at least that much money to see her naked. "How about you play eight ball with John, you lose; it's an article of clothing, he loses it's; $50. Win four in a row and you have your money and don't even have to pay it back", she said. 

After looking at Nan's big tits, at least a cup size larger than hers, she agreed to the bet. I was racking the balls as fast I could before anyone had a chance to change their minds. I lost the first game and then came back to win the next. I had little hope of winning any more after Judy slipped off her tee shirt. Those 34b's, with the rosy nipples standing up as hard as the eraser on a number 2 pencil, had my head swimming. Nan was over at the bar laughing her ass off at my reaction. 

Nan then laughing said "listen stud, you have no chance of winning the next game so here is what you do." "Go up to our room and get $200 out of my jewelry box while Judy and I make our own little bet." I was disappointed, but not surprised that Nan would not let the game continue.

Upon my return they had racked up the table and were both chalking cues ready to play. Nan laughed at the look on my face. "Cheer up honey you may just like the bet I made." "We give Judy the money she needs." "If I lose she goes on her way never having to repay the loan, on the other hand if she loses, she spends tomorrow as our slave." Nan then went on to explain what a slave for the day meant. Judy would do whatever we wanted, obey every command, and perform whatever task she was ordered to perform. Well my dick went hard so fast that I had to duck behind the bar to hide it from the wives. The only thing keeping me from shooting off my wad was that both of them had put their shirts back on.

I don't know if it was my prayers or Nan's skill that had her sink the eight ball with a tricky bank shot for the win. Surprisingly Judy didn't seem all that disappointed at the loss and promised to be at our house at 8:00AM the next morning. I was frozen in place with every ounce of blood in my system surging to my cock. 

Judy was no sooner out the door when my normally prudish wife pulled off her shirt and shorts, hopped up on the table with her feet on the rail and her legs spread. "What the hell are you waiting for stud; I want you to eat my pussy till I scream." She gasped. 

Oh my, what in the hell will happen in the next twenty-four hours?



The Bet Ch. 01



I have been reading the stories at this site for about a year now. My husband is the one who got me started. Though I would never admit to anyone other than my husband that I read these stories and that they excite me, I never dreamed that I would be writing one.

Truthfully the only reason that this whole thing happened and I am now documenting it, is because of my loosing a bet with my husband.

Without giving too much of myself away, I will tell you that I have been with my husband for 24 years, I am 48 years old, and we have 2 grown sons, 18 and 20 years old.

Now back to what started all of this. My husband and I had purchased tickets to see "Phantom Of The Opera", so we drove the 4 hours to San Francisco and checked into a hotel making this a little mini vacation.

We showered and dressed, with me getting to wear my new black dress and heels, and of course my husband getting to choose what I would wear underneath. I actually enjoyed putting on the black garter stockings and the sexy black see thru panties and bra knowing that these things excited him.

I also enjoyed the feel of the sexy undergarments as I hardly ever dressed up, what with working all the time on our ranch in the valley.

Well after a wonderful dinner and the most beautiful play I have ever seen in my life we drove back to our hotel. 

Walking through the lobby we heard music coming from the bar and as I love to dance my husband suggested we go inside and check it out.

Well this is where our bet came about. Before sitting down in the bar I had to go to the bathroom. As I came out and walked up to my husband he leaned down and kissed me, saying how beautiful and sexy I was.

He has told me this before and I love it when he says it, but in my whole life I have never felt beautiful and sexy. 

I smiled and said something about being glad that he thought so. He knew exactly what I meant because we have had this conversation before. He quickly assured me that most men would agree with him.

Looking around the bar at all the beautiful young women with tight pants or short skirts, I gave him that "yeah right", look. He was totally serious in trying to make his point. He was so serious that he offered up a bet.

He claimed that if I went and sat up at the bar by myself, within five minutes I would have someone trying to pick up on me. I laughed at that, claiming it would probably be some drunk, sleazy, old guy just trying to get laid. Now he took it even further, saying that it had to be a good looking young guy.

Now my curiosity was up, and I jokingly asked what I would be winning in this bet. He simply asked what I wanted.

I do barrel racing during rodeo season, but in order for me to be very competitive I needed a better horse. I found a great horse for sale, but it was a bit pricey. My husband had said that we shouldn't be spending that much money on a hobby. I knew he was right but I wanted that horse.

Knowing that this would end this bet business I told him I wanted the horse. He really surprised me when he just looked at me and asked what he would get if he won. My mistake was asking him what he wanted. He told me if he won I would have to do anything he asked when it came to sex for the rest of the trip.

That was only tonight, tomorrow, and tomorrow night as we would be leaving for home the day after tomorrow. I quickly consented still not thinking that he was really serious.

It wasn't until he started going over the details of the bet that I knew he was very serious.

He told me that I was to go and sit at the bar and he would sit at the end of the bar so I would feel safe. He said I couldn't be mean to anyone who came up unless they were rude or obnoxious. The bet was that within five minutes if a younger man with decent looks didn't come up and buy me a drink I would win the horse.

If he won I was to do what ever he wanted sexually the rest of the trip. At this point I began to remember some of the fantasies my husband had told me about. Some were great for getting me excited because they were so nasty, but not something I would do myself.

My next thought was of that beautiful horse, so knowing I could win, I accepted the bet.

I walked through the entrance without my husband and headed to the bar. My first clue that I could be in trouble came as I passed a table with three college age guys. They all looked up at me as I passed, but when I looked the other way I could see their reflections in the bar mirror. I must admit that I actually felt a bit of excitement at seeing these boys with their eyes glued to my rear while I walked past their table.

As I sat down between two empty stools I saw my husband come in and sit at the end of the bar as planned. I couldn't help but smile as I saw him looking down at his watch, keeping track of the time.

At that moment two of the college guys got up and came over to where I was sitting. They both sat down one on either side of me. They weren't drunk, ugly, or old, but I could tell right away that they wanted to get laid.

The one on my left while looking down at my wedding ring asked me how my husband could let his beautiful wife come to a bar all by herself. I told him that my husband had not felt very well and had gone up to our room to lay down and that I had come to the bar for one drink before going up to bed.

I thought I had the bet won when the boy on my right asked if I wanted to dance. I quickly accepted knowing I would be gone longer than the time remaining in the bet.

Just as I stood up the bartender came over and the boy to my left threw down some money and ordered three Long Island ice teas.

Damn, I had lost the bet. I couldn't help but feel a bit irritated at the boy who had bought the drinks, but that quickly passed as I was being pulled out on to the dance floor by a complete stranger.

The music was loud and the dance floor was crowded with young bodies. There wasn't much room to move but we did our best. Someone was rubbing up against my butt so I turned to move away when I saw this very pretty young girl who was just letting loose on the dance floor. She sweetly smiled and so I went back to dancing with the boy.

The next thing I know, she is rubbing up against my butt again. I'm not sure why, maybe because of the bet, or the sexy clothes, or the attention I was getting but I was beginning to get excited from this girl rubbing her cute little butt up against mine. 

This time I didn't move away. I was enjoying the feeling and I knew that no one could see anything going on below the waist with the dance floor being so full, and dark, so I just rubbed my butt right back.

The boy I was dancing with was one of those types who really got into himself while dancing. It was as if he were doing a show, and everyone around was supposed to be looking. There have always been these kinds of guys around even when I was a young girl, and they had always turned me off.

As I was watching this kid strut his stuff for me I suddenly felt a hand on my ass. When I turned my head I came face to face with the young girl. I have to admit that she was very pretty and all natural. No makeup, or hair sprays, just a natural beauty.

She again smiled while we both just kept on dancing. This was something that had never happened to me before. I have had guys try to get a feel when I was younger, but never another girl. I became warm all over with excitement as I moved my rear against her hand.

Suddenly her hand pulled away, so I again turned to see where she was. Her dance partner had turned her around and had formed himself into her body from behind while they did this very nasty looking grind to the music. While doing this move they both began to bend their knees, moving into this squatting position which was kind of hard being that the floor was so crowded.

I had turned back to my partner when I suddenly felt one of the girl's hands slide up the inside of my leg and brush across the see thru crotch of my panties. The realization that this girl had just touched my panty covered pussy immediately made me wet with desire.

I again turned my head to look at her, and saw that they were still grinding together but had stood up. Catching my eyes, she slid her hand up her body over her breast and up to her mouth. At this point she smiled again then began to lick the finger, which I assumed was the one that had just touched between my legs. I must say this was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life, and I could now feel my juices start to seep into my sheer panties. 

I didn't know what to do. I had never in my life had a woman try to even come on to me let alone do what this girl just did. I had never even thought about being with another woman. Not until now. 

I began to remember certain stories that I had read on the Internet and my mind started to wonder. What would it feel like to kiss another woman? How would it feel to touch another woman? Could I actually bring myself to let my lips and tongue explore a woman's body, and what would it taste like? I was getting extremely aroused and curious.

The music changed and went into this wonderful Latin conga beat. The next thing I knew my partner had fallen into the conga line that was forming and pulled me up with him. 

With my hands on his waist I fell into step. Someone grabbed my waist from behind and pressed their body up next to mine. From the feel of the breasts pressed into my back I knew it was the girl. When I looked back, we both smiled now, which must have given her even more encouragement.

The line began to twist and turn while everyone hung on trying not to break the connection. As the line began going through the darkest side of the dance floor I felt the girl slide her hand from my waist around to my stomach then up over my breast. I felt her gently pinch my hardened nipple.

As the line danced out of the corner she brought her hand back down to my waist and my nipple ached for the return of those wonderful fingers.

The line wound around some more and then the beat changed again. At this point everyone separated back into partners and I told the guy I was dancing with that I needed a rest. 

We started squeezing our way through the dancing bodies, but I made sure to pass right next to the girl. As I was going by I nervously let my hand glide across her heart shaped rear. 

She was wearing a short silky summer dress and when I touched her I swear she had nothing on underneath. The material of the dress was so thin that I could tell there were no panties, only skin.

As I stepped off the dance floor I felt my whole body heat up with excitement as it hit me what I had just done. I could feel my nipples standing out trying to push their way through the thin material of my bra and dress.

We went back to the bar and the boy who had stayed behind immediately handed me the drink that he had bought and I guzzled it down trying to quench the fire that was burning inside me.

As I set down the glass, my husband came walking up which was a relief because I wasn't sure how to get out of the situation with the two guys.

I immediately introduced him as my husband which was a bit awkward because I didn't even know the names of the two college boys. After thanking the guys for the dance and drink we went off to find a table. We found a little booth off in a corner, which a couple had just left so we grabbed it.

As I sat down my husband scooted in next to me and pulled me close. When I turned to look at him, he leaned in and began to kiss me in a way that made me burn red with embarrassment at kissing like this in public.

As he was kissing me he took my hand and placed it between his legs. I was shocked to find him hard as a rock. I could feel the heat coming through his slacks. Did just one kiss arouse him that quick?

Then it hit me, and I burned even hotter with embarrassment. He must have seen what had happened on the dance floor, even though I had felt positive that no one would notice.

My embarrassment now turned to excitement at the thought of my husband knowing about the play between myself, and the young girl. 

I squeezed his hard cock through the material of his pants as our kissing continued. I felt his hand touch the inside of my thigh and begin traveling upward. My legs slowly opened with the desire to be touched in my most intimate spot knowing that people were all around us.

As he ran his fingers through my panty covered lips I couldn't help but moan in pleasure around my husband's sensuous tongue. He broke the kiss and brought his mouth to my ear and whispered that he couldn't believe how wet I was.

I could only moan in pleasure as he pushed the sheer panties between the lips of my pussy hitting my swollen sensitive clit. All I wanted to do now was to drag my husband up to the room and make love, but his next comment took me by surprise.

He said that I must have really liked the boy I was dancing with in order to get so aroused. He then asked what the boy had done to get me so excited. Now I knew what had gotten him so hard. It was his favorite fantasy involving a husband and wife with one or more strangers.

I had admitted that some of the stories that we had read together on the net did get me excited but I could never really do something like that. Now with the evidence at his fingertips how could I explain what it was that really got me so aroused.

With his fingers still stroking through the wetness between my legs he reminded me of the terms of the bet which I had just lost. Before he could go any further I leaned in and while rubbing his hard cock, told him all about what had happened on the dance floor with the girl.

I knew that this was also one of his fantasies and as I told the part about her fondling my nipple I swear his cock grew another inch.

The telling of the girl touching me and my husband's fingers now had me so hot that I didn't care if we were in public or not. I needed to cum.

I closed my eyes and leaned against my husband's shoulder as visions of the girl danced through my mind.

What took me over the edge was when I began to imagine that it was the girl who had her fingers rubbing my clit.

I grabbed the girl's hand as my hips pushed up to meet her beautiful probing fingers. I could feel my whole body tense as wave after wave of pleasure shook me to the core.

If it wasn't for the fact that my mouth was buried into her shoulder, I know I would have screamed out in pleasure.

As my orgasm came to an end my clit became so sensitive that I had to pull the girl's fingers away. At that moment of total bliss she kissed me. As her mouth closed over mine I could feel her tongue gently searching, then finding mine as they entwined like two lovers in a moment of passion.

As the kiss ended I opened my eyes and smiled at my wonderful husband. I couldn't believe how aroused I still was even after having one of the best orgasms of my life.

I began to push my husband out of the booth telling him we should go upstairs and finish what we had started, but he just smiled saying that he had a better idea.

Suddenly I remembered the bet and curiously wondered what my husband's dirty mind was coming up with.

A waitress came by and we ordered two drinks. I really liked the tea drink that I had so that's what we ordered. I was just now starting to feel the affects of the first drink that I had guzzled down.

As the waitress left to get our drinks my husband turned to me and kissed me again. He was obviously very aroused by everything that had happened so far tonight.

My husband now wanted to see which girl had been feeling me up on the dance floor so he suggested that we go dance so that I could point her out.

Just then the waitress came back with our drinks and as my husband was reaching for his money she told us that the drinks were compliments of the couple at the bar.

Leaning out of our booth to look in the direction of the bar we saw the couple who had been on the dance floor. The girl smiled so sensuously at me that I felt myself blush as if she knew all of my most intimate secrets. My husband waved for them to join us so they left the bar and slid into the empty bench across from us.

Introductions were made and I now knew her as Amber and her husband as Andrew. We all began conversation about where we lived and what we did for a living. The whole time I could feel the heat beginning to burn between my legs as I would sometimes make eye contact with Amber and she would smile, making my body tingle all over.

When we were on the dance floor before, I really hadn't paid much attention to Andrew, but looking at him now I saw that he was very attractive. They both appeared to be in their mid to late twenties.

They lived about 45 minutes south of San Francisco. We also learned that they came up to the city quite often. They told us that they loved the lifestyle here, but I really wouldn't know what that meant until later.

As I finished my second drink I needed to go to the bathroom. When I excused myself, Amber said she needed to go also. As we neared the bathroom that was just outside the bar, Amber slipped her arm through mine and told me that there was a better bathroom because this one was always too crowded.

When we passed I could see that she was right as there was a small line of girls waiting to go in. Amber walked me through the lobby and past the elevators. We went down a set of stairs which led us to a hall with meeting rooms on either side.

Being that it was late at night the rooms were all closed and the hallway was empty. Finally we came upon the women's bathroom. As we went in, my heart was beating so hard and fast that I was sure Amber could hear. The palms of my hands felt moist, but not as wet as I felt between my legs.

Before I could go into one of the stalls, Amber turned me around to face her. Her eyes were so alluring as she looked at me, then leaning in she brought her lips to mine.

The touch of her lips seemed to drain all of my doubts and fears. I felt weak as her lips softly moved upon mine. I had no choice but to put my arms around her waist, as I surely would have collapsed when I felt her lips gently open and her tongue slide sensuously into my mouth.

Kissing another woman was so different from a man. The only way to describe it is soft, gentle, and erotic. My whole body was tingling as our mouths made love. When I felt the tingling move down between my legs I was reminded that I needed to use the toilet.

I pulled away from Amber's hungry tongue and quickly stated that I needed to pee. I rushed into the stall and pulled my panties down just in time as the stream nearly exploded into the toilet. I swear the two drinks must have run straight through me.

When I had finished I reached for the tissue and discovered that the roll was empty. Totally embarrassed I had no choice but to ask for Amber to help me out of this predicament.

I heard her go into the stall next to mine and pull off some tissue. I was waiting for her to hand it to me under the wall when she suddenly opened the door and stepped in.

I looked up in complete surprise as Amber knelt on the floor in front of me and eased my knees apart saying that she wanted to help.

It happened so fast that I couldn't even respond until I felt her swipe the tissue from my rear up between my lips and then across my clit. The second she hit my clit I felt my body shudder with pleasure completely out of my control.

Amber folded the tissue in half and began a second swipe only this time much slower. When she hit my clit again I couldn't stop my hips from arching up in pleasure.

Looking up at me with lust in her eyes Amber dropped the tissue and brought her hands around to my ass and gently ran them down my thighs and grasped my panties. She slid them past my knees off one foot and then the other.




The Bet Ch. 01



I watched as this beautiful girl leaned in and gently kissed my inner thigh. I felt her mouth open and her tongue began to trace small circles as her lips moved softly up my thigh.

As she moved higher she was slowly pushing my knees apart. I had never really considered having sex with another woman but now here I was in one of the most erotic situations of my life and there was no way that I was about to stop it. 

As Amber neared my pussy I felt her softly blow on my clit and I could wait no longer. I put my hands to the back of her head and pulled her in. As soon as I felt her tongue my hips arched in pleasure as I ground into her searching mouth.

She flicked her tongue back and forth across my clit as she began to ease two fingers up into my pussy. As soon as she had them as deep as they would go I came. I have never really been very vocal during sex but tonight I could not keep the moans from escaping as I arched in orgasm.

My whole body was trembling as I pulled her mouth even tighter to my throbbing clit. I had no thoughts except of pure unadulterated pleasures. Wave after wave shook my body as Amber never let go of my clit.

As my orgasm began to slow, Amber pulled her fingers from inside my pussy and gently began to lick everywhere except my too sensitive clit.

Being a woman she knew exactly how to prolong my pleasure with her sexy lips and tongue. I was in heaven as she slid her tongue as far as it could go, sucking up all my hot juices.

When I felt Amber pull her tongue away I looked down to see this beautiful angel smiling up at me. As she got up off the floor I was again pulled into another sensuous kiss but this time I could taste my own orgasm all over her tongue.

While I was still sitting there with my panties down around my ankles, Amber broke our kiss and slowly stood up. I was mesmerized by her beautiful blue eyes looking down at me as she began to pull up the front of her dress.

She moved herself over me as she spread her legs wide so that she now straddled my naked thighs. As if they had a will of their own, my hands moved to her legs and began to caress the backs of her thighs.

My eyes dropped to the hem of her dress which was just below her crotch. It was as if she were teasing me by not letting me see what lay just under her lifted dress.

My own hands took over as I slid them up her legs and pushed the dress up to reveal her hidden treasure. As I said before, I have never been attracted to another female, nor have I even thought about having sex with one. But when I saw Amber's beautiful pussy I fell in lust.

She was completely without any hair. Her lips were swollen with desire and I could see her excitement actually running down her legs. 

Her smell was completely intoxicating. There was the light scent of her perfume mixed with the musky odor of sex and I inhaled deeply getting high on this erotic moment. She was so beautiful.

I felt her fingers begin to entwine themselves in my hair and then she pulled me close. I knew what she wanted and for the first time in my life I put my mouth on another woman's pussy.

My tongue pushed out and made a long swipe from the bottom of her sex up to her clit. The taste was so exotic and nasty at the same time. Swallowing her juices I delved even deeper with my tongue.

When I hit on her clit again I felt Amber pull my hair to get me to stay right at her pleasure spot. Her clit was swollen as I gently began a sucking motion that I absolutely loved to have done to me.

This young girl had complete control over me as she again pulled on my hair letting me know that this was something she too enjoyed.

Just when I thought she was building to her orgasm Amber pulled my hair back breaking the lock I had on her pussy. 

Again she leaned in and kissed me tasting her own juices this time. Leaving one hand tangled in my hair she reached up and undid the top buttons of her dress. Leaning down she gently pulled me by my hair up to her chest. 

Amber pulled her dress aside and revealed her small breasts with some very aroused nipples. She now pulled my mouth up to one of those nipples and without hesitation I sucked it into my mouth.

As I played on her nipple with my tongue, my other hand went down to her smooth pussy. My fingers slid easily into her wet canal. I heard a deep intake of her breath as my fingers went even deeper.

She pulled my hair again taking me off her nipple. Amber was taking her time with this seduction. It was as if she knew this might be my only chance to know what it was like to be completely molested by another woman.

This time after another kiss, Amber stood up and turned around. She still had me by the hair as she pulled my face to her cute little butt that I had touched when we were dancing. Her dress had fallen back down as I began to kiss one cheek then the other through the thin material.

With her other hand Amber began to pull her dress up. My kisses went to the exposed skin and traveled up with the hem of her dress. Soon I was licking and kissing her sexy ass.

Looking back at me she pulled my face to the center of her ass and leaned forward. I have never been interested in any anal play with my husband. He has tried but it just didn't seem right. Under Amber's seduction I didn't hesitate to kiss her on the rosebud.

She pulled me in tighter as I began to tickle her ass with my tongue. She began to rub her ass up and down my face stopping to let me lick at her ass then hump again. I reached between her legs and found her clit. Now she began to moan.

As I worked on her ass and clit at the same time I could hear her breathing getting faster and faster until she suddenly pulled my face tight into her ass and let out the most sensual cry I have ever heard. 

Her legs were trembling as she came over and over again. I thought I might be smothered between her ass cheeks as she held me tight to her hole.

Amber finally came down and released her tight grip on my hair. It took her a moment to catch her breath as it did me. I was gently caressing her butt when she finally stood up and turned around.

Pulling me up off the toilet we kissed with a passion that only true lovers can know. This girl had awoken something in me that I never knew existed. Amber had shown me a passion that I had never experienced in my life. Not even with my own husband.

After more kissing and gentle touches we began to try and straighten our selves up. I went to reach for my panties but Amber got there first. She pulled them off one foot and then the other.

Bringing them to her nose she took in my scent and then put them into her purse. I was now to go out in public without my panties. It felt so slutty and wonderful.

When we had cleaned up and made ourselves presentable, Amber took me by the hand and led the way back up to the bar where our husband's were deep in conversation. I don't really know how long we were gone but we just gave the excuse of long lines at the bathroom.

As I sat down my husband leaned over and gave me a kiss which immediately made me think of Amber's sexy sweet mouth. I wondered if my husband could taste Amber's sex or smell her intoxicating scent.

This could end up being a very long weekend what with my losing the bet and all. I wondered what my husband had in store for me the rest of the night. It didn't take too long to find out. 



The Bet Ch. 02



"Now where was I?" Cassie asked. "Oh yeah. So your mom had just said I looked good enough to fuck, which, I've got to tell you, sent a little jitter through me. I mean my pussy's practically dripping I'm so excited. I can already smell myself, and I'm wondering how long before she catches on. I know I've got to make my move soon, but I'm so incredibly nervous, like more nervous than I've ever felt in my life. The butterflies are fluttering in my stomach and I'm not sure I can go through with it. I mean what if it doesn't work? What if I try something and she just doesn't go for it at all? How would I ever be able to be around her again? She would think I'm some kind of freak or something."

"You are," I interrupted, and she laughed.

"Well yeah, I know that and you know that, but it doesn't mean I want everyone to think that," she replied, "So anyway... I just thought of you laughing when we made the bet, saying I couldn't seduce a woman, and I just decided to go for it. You know, what the hell! Let's see who's laughing last."

She paused for a moment, looking at me with a smirk on her face, and then continued. "So I was like 'Well, good, I guess this outfit's a keeper, I'm going to try a couple more. Cindy why don't you try on some other stuff too, I want to see what else you got there, especially that lacy teddy, try that one on. I'll bet that looks great on you.'

"She must have been over her nervousness finally, because she just nodded and said 'alright.' I took that for a good sign, and asked her, 'Do you mind if I just change in here then, you know, so we don't have to walk back and forth to show each other?' She didn't even hesitate, just said 'sure', and was already starting to take off her bra.

"I don't know how I didn't gasp when it dropped and her breasts sprang free. Oh my god, they're incredible! I mean, I had a pretty good idea, but wow was I impressed. Really! I knew they looked good in clothes, but I figured, you know, that they might be kind of saggy; but no, hardly any sag at all. And she's got twenty years on me. I hope these hold up that well," she said, cupping her full C's and pushing them against my face. "And her nipples," she continued, "God, they're gorgeous. Mouthwatering! You must have been one happy baby sucking on those every day."

I actually even had the grace to blush at that one. But still, her talking about my mother's tits had my cock straining against my pants, and crazy pictures forming in my head. Thoughts of maybe both of us nursing from those wonderful breasts, while my mom cooed encouragement.

"Anyway," Cassie kept going, bringing my mind back to the present, "after forcibly tearing my eyes away from her undressing, I started to also. I took my bra off – like so," she said, unsnapping it, and letting her now bare breasts surround my face, "Then, I started with my garters. I took the first three snaps off quickly, then I glanced at you mom and saw she was busy pulling on a new pair of skimpy panties I had picked out. She was turned sideways to me so I couldn't really see anything, but even so the thought of her naked pussy that close to me was almost overwhelming. My pussy felt like a swimming pool was forming down there, and I knew I had to go through with it.

"I grabbed the last garter's snap and twisted it around hard, jamming it together. Then after a couple more seconds pretending to open it I swore out loud. Your mom, of course, looked over at me and asked what was wrong. I told her that the garter was stuck and that I couldn't get it off. I pretended to struggle with it a little bit more, and then heaved a big fake sigh. 'Cindy, do you think you can take a look at it and see what it's stuck on?' I asked her all innocently, lifting my leg up onto the bench in their.

"'I suppose,' she answered, and I've got to tell you, my heart started hammering in my chest. This was it. There was no going back now. The moment she got down near my crotch, there was absolutely no way she could miss how excited I was. The only thing that remained was what her reaction would be.

"I held my breath as she leaned forward, her hands going around my thigh, her face nearing my oh-so-wet pussy. 'Okay, let's see what we got here...' she started to say but then suddenly she froze. 

"And I knew she knew. There was no mistaking my condition. The crotch-less panties perfectly framed my wet, puffy sex. I waited for her to jump back, but she didn't – she remained frozen in place. I was conscious of her hands on my thigh, the smoothness of them, and I thought how nice they would feel all over the rest of my body. But even more so, I wanted to feel her tongue!

"It had literally been a couple seconds now, and I figured that by now she'd realized that this was intentional. But since she hadn't immediately pulled back, I decided it was time to get a little bit bolder.

"'You know that's because of you Cindy' I whispered, 'It's not the clothes, it's you, that makes my pussy that wet.'

"A sound came out of her throat then, but I couldn't tell you if it was a grunt, or a moan, or a cough. Either way, I had the distinct feeling that she was about to pull back, so I dropped my hand to the back of her head and held her there. 'It's okay Cin,' I told her, 'I know what you want to do. It's what I want you to do. Really. I want you to eat me Cindy. I want you to get down on your knees and eat my sweet, young pussy.' And with that, I started slowly guiding her head forward, pushing her down to her knees.

"She didn't pull back, but she didn't dive right in either, so I kept whispering to her. 'Can you smell me Cin? Can you smell my excitement? That's for you baby, all for you. You make me so hot and so wet.' 

"Her face was right up to my pussy now. I could feel her breath on me, and it was driving me crazy. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. It was so unbelievable.

"I looked down at her, but she was staring straight ahead at my pussy. I could tell there was an inner battle taking place inside her. Whether to do the right thing, and pull back and forget this crazy nonsense that was about to happen with her son's girlfriend; or, to do what she really craved to do, which was to lick this wonderful, wet snatch that was right before her. To bury herself in the degradation and exquisite pleasure offered to her.

"I decided to help her out. I pushed my crotch forward and ran my slick cuntlips across her nose and lips. 'Go ahead baby, taste me,' I told her, 'I know you want to, I saw it in your eyes. Don't worry baby, it'll be our secret. I promise. No one else ever has to know. Just you and me.'

"I don't know if it was my words or if her willpower just finally gave out, but suddenly her tongue was on me - licking me, slurping at my flowing juices. I had to bite my lip, so as not to cry out loud. I locked both hands in her hair and pulled her face tighter to me.

"Once started, she lost herself in my cunt. Her mouth was everywhere; licking, sucking, probing deep inside me. I stared down at her as she serviced me, still amazed that this was actually happening. She was such a beautiful sight – on hands and knees, her mouth glued to my pussy, her shapely ass waving in the air. Her right hand had found its way back between her own thighs, and I was sure she was rubbing her pussy. The only stitch of clothing she had on was an extremely tiny white thong that bisected her crack; I wondered how wet the front of it now was, and figured that that was another piece of clothing we were buying for sure."

She stopped and looked down at me with a smile. "And guess what happened to that particular piece of clothing?" she asked, but I already knew - it was the pair she had rubbed against my face. "Yup," she said without me answering, "Here they are." With that, she raised them to my face again and centered the soiled crotch directly over my nose. "Can you smell her?" 

I nodded. Indeed there was a strong smell of female cum on them, and not only that, I could still feel some dampness as well. I inhaled deeply as she rubbed them across my nose, and then, without warning, she plunged them into my mouth. "There you go. How about that? Can you taste her too?" I nodded again, mostly because I couldn't answer. "Good! I want you to suck her cum from them while I finish my story. Then I'll let you suck the cum straight from my pussy afterward."

Satisfied I was doing as she told me, she continued, "'So all these thoughts are whirling through my head, but mostly just that it's your mom, your mother, that's eating me out. The depravity of it all heightened everything. Within moments I was coming - coming like never before. Orgasm after orgasm rocked through me as I sprayed into your mom's mouth. I felt like I was going to drown her I came so hard, but she swallowed it like a champ and kept right on licking, her slutty tongue begging for more."

Oh god, I couldn't take anymore. The vision that her story was conjuring up was just too much. The thought of my mom drinking down Cassie's cum right there in a dressing room stall. The fact that I now had her used panties in my mouth, plus my girlfriend's tits bouncing around my face while she writhed around in my lap, was too much. I could feel my cum building and knew it wouldn't be long before I exploded. I told Cassie so

"Oh, my poor baby," she cooed, "All right, we're almost done." She undid my pants and pulled my cock free. I was already fully erect, and I slid up into her with ease. Evidently I wasn't the only one enjoying the story.

"Yeah," Cassie continued, "She kept right on sucking until finally, I had to push her away; my pussy was so sensitive, I couldn't take anymore. I collapsed onto the bench, light-headed and dizzy, then proceeded to watch as she finished herself off. Her hand was down the front of her panties, and I could clearly hear the sloshing as she drove her fingers in and out of her sloppy cunt. It was pretty loud, but her whimpers were even louder when she came.

"Sure enough, a moment later, there was a knock at the stall door and the salesgirl's voice asking if everything was alright. 'Everything's great,' I called back to her, trying not to laugh, and thinking at the same time what a sight she would get if she happened to look under the stall door – your mom laying on the stall floor wearing nothing but a pair of sopping wet panties and my cum on her face."

That was it. I exploded like a dam bursting, that last image clear in my mind, as I pumped my massive load of cum up into Cassie's tight pussy. She squealed in return, and clenched her inner muscles in sync with my spurting cock, milking me dry of every last drop until we collapsed limply together.

Finally, my breathing slowed down and my mind returned to focus. I pulled the white, lacy panties from my mouth and asked Cassie, "So then what?"

"Then what what?" she replied.

"Then what happened with the salesgirl?"

"Oh, nothing really. She just replied to call if I needed anything and then quickly walked away. When she was gone, I pulled you mom to her feet and told her I thought it was time to get going. She just nodded, still dazed, so I helped her out of her panties and started her dressing in her own clothes, then slipped back to the next stall and got dressed myself. At the last second, I decided to leave my old panties behind and tossed them on the bench; they were soaked through anyway, and I thought they might make a nice gift for the salesgirl.

"I gathered your mom, we paid for our things, and we left. Though I gotta say, we got some pretty weird looks from the cashier chick. I don't think she ever had a pair of panties full of cum when she put them in the bag before," Cassie finished with a giggle.

"So that's it?"

"Wellll... that's it for the mall. What happened when we got back here is another story."

I looked up in surprise. "Another story?"

She laughed, "Yeah, why don't you rest up for an hour or two, and then I'll tell you all about it."

End of Part II



The Bet Ch. 02



Preparation 

Sir Damian removed the suction device from my right nipple. He flicked the tip with his finger, watching my eyes for a response. "I know you are wondering what these lovely little posts are for," he said as he began untangling the chains. "The chains slip over the posts and are attached to your collar to help hold these lovely decorations in place. The screws might not be enough." I must have shuddered, because he flashed a dazzling smile. 

He pulled a black leather collar from the same box that had held the chains. I saw that there were more items remaining. The color was very wide and studded with small rings. "It's been a long time since you wore a collar, hasn't it? " he asked. "Some of my girls tell me it's a direct line to the pussy." He clasped the collar behind my neck, moving my laced hands out slightly, then moving them back into position.

He then proceeded to slip the end ring of each chain on the four posts of each clamp. He drew the chains on the top posts up to fasten them to the front of the collar. The pain as the teeth slid deeper into my nipples was overwhelming. He watch my eyes and waited a few minutes before pulling the chains from the outside of each clamp around to my back, where he crossed them and fastened them to the back of the collar. Again, this caused the teeth to sink deeper into my swollen flesh. He teased the tip of each nipple with his tongue, causing them to swell and stiffen and push more firmly against the teeth. He crossed the chains from the lower posts between my breasts and fastened these to the side of the collar. He grinned wickedly and bounced my breasts. I almost fainted from my pain, but I did not drop my arms. 

He pulled the remaining set of chains, those from the inner posts, up to the center of the collar. This last attachment, combined with the weight of my breasts, produced a constant throbbing . My poor swollen nipples had lost almost all feeling. He pushed my elbows back, which caused my breasts to thrust forward. "You didn't think we were through, did you?" he asked, as he produced a quantity a small screws with sharpened ends. Each post on the clamp appeared to have several holes and he busied himself with inserting the screws so that the sharp ends dug into my nipples on all sides. "I've left a couple of holes at the top empty, " he explained, "for the needles." 

The look on my face betrayed me. "Remember our negotiation, my sweet. I can pierce you temporarily," he reminded me. 

He attached a leash to my collar and tugged it. "Up!" he commanded, helping me to slide off his thighs and place my wobbly legs on the floor. My hands were still laced behind my neck. He unclasped them and pulled them behind my back. With one of his large hands circling my wrists, he walked me several steps toward a curtained area. He placed a blindfold over my eyes and I felt the breeze as he pulled back the curtain. 

He led me backwards until my naked bottom touched a cold metal object, possibly a table. He lifted each foot onto what felt like a small platform, then instructed me to place my hands on either side of my bottom and to lift myself up. My butt made contact with the coldest metal I had ever felt. He pushed me backwards and my back and shoulders hit the ice-cold metal. He ran a strap around my waist pinning me what I now realized was either a medical exam or a surgical table. He pulled my arms out to each side and I heard a metallic click as he apparently brought some extensions into place. He strapped my wrists and upper arms to the extensions. 

Sir Damian was humming as he fiddled with the edge of the table below my butt. All of a sudden, I felt as thought my butt was hangng in mid-air, but he swiftly bound my legs into the stirrups. I hated medical play, but I was his for the duration. 

"Comfy?" he asked, and I wished that my silence had not been a part of the bargain. "I want you clean and smooth for tonight's festivities, " he said as he draped a hot, wet cloth from my bellybutton on down. He removed the cloth and smoothed a warm, creamy substance on my unshaved pussy. I next expected to feel the scrape of the razor. 

Instead, I felt a lubed dildo tease into me. He pushed and twisted it in just a bit at a time. It was very large and painful. "Just relax, " he instructed. "I know you are very tight and I don't want you to hurt unnecessarily. The stretching will help you handle the large hunks of meat at dinner tonight properly. Remember, how well you serve reflects on Me." He pulled the dildo out until just the tip teased my opening, then pushed another lubed dido into my ass and rammed the dildo all the way into my pussy. He pushed and pulled and twisted both until I thought I would go mad.

"Cum now!" he commanded, and I shuddered as I felt the delicious warm waves build from the pussy to my belly then to my breasts. The waves escalated as they broke higher and higher. My skewered nipples were hard as rocks and the sharp pricks of the screws and the teeth on the clamps seems to intensify the orgasm.

"Good girl!" he murmured as he pushed my hair out of my mouth. "You are going to be such a delightful centerpiece tonight. My guests will eat you up!"

He began to shave my pussy, stopping only to replace both dildos with larger ones. He would sometimes make me open my mouth to gauge the size of the device. At last, he pronounced me "smooth as a baby's butt" and I breathed a sigh of relief and began to relax.

The agonizing bite of the suction device on my clit brought me to attention. And I remembered that Sir Damian had more of his devilish clamps to attach.

(to be continued)



The Bet Ch. 02



To my editor M_Y_Erotica, I cannot thank you enough.

I looked around the park, taking in the quiet stillness of the night and the darkness that crept around every corner. It was one of my favorite locations, and I used it often to walk or run depending on my mood. It was picture perfect, complete with playground, softball field, track, and acres of open landscape. Trees cut into the view in small clusters, providing both shade in the summer and an aesthetic view that only Oregon could provide with its lush green. Tonight, however, those same trees provided darkness, and a perfect hiding spot for an evening tryst. I shivered at the thought. 

Our wager had been the same as the previous week. If I scored more than three correct out of the five, he was mine. This week however, I scored only the three, and it was his turn to collect. The choosing of two upsets had been my undoing, neither of them panning out. Although Miami had looked good, they simply weren't able to keep up, and I didn't even want to think about the fact that I had chosen Washington to win over Dallas. I shook my head and looked around the park. It was vacant this time of night.

Sean's instructions to me were cryptic and I had no idea what was to take place. He'd emailed me with directions that I was supposed to follow, giving absolutely no indication of what would happen once I'd followed them. It had simply read "I've seen you run each night at the park across the street from my house. Meet me there at 8:30 Monday night. When you get there, walk to the third grouping of trees on the left side. I'll meet you." That was it.

We lived in a small town. It was the type where everyone knew everyone by first name and even though I ran at this same park every day, I was still apprehensive about being here in the shadow of night. As I approached the indicated group of trees I began searching for him, my eyes adjusting to the eliminating blackness. I thought I saw movement and the suddenness of it startled me making me jump and then laugh out loud at my fear. Still chuckling to myself, I tried to calm the sudden racing of my heart. Surely, it must be Sean, I mused. But I wasn't sure until I was only two steps away and he appeared before me. My tummy gave a funny leap of anticipation when he smiled. 

"Hi," I smiled in return. Sudden shyness making my voice come out in a whisper.

"Hello. I'm glad you could make it." He grinned as though this was a joke, and I could see that he never doubted for a second that I would be here and be on time.

He was dressed similarly to me in jogging pants, t-shirt, and sweatshirt, each article outlining his tall, lean body. My heartbeat started to race and expectation filled me. I wondered what was in store, while at the same time restraining the sudden urge to tackle him and speed things along. I didn't need to wait long, however. Before I could blink, or even think of a smart comment to make to his greeting, I was opening my mouth to match the onslaught of his tongue. I felt his hands reach behind me and cup my ass, gently massaging it through the material, and my mound was intimately pressed against his already rock hard member. I was wet and ready for him, and I marveled at the speed at which he could create such a reaction. I ground my hips against him, silently begging for more.

Sean broke the kiss and took a step back, desire darkening his eyes, and chuckled. "Nice try, but I have more in store for you before this is over, and I'm not going to rush it by letting my hormones... well, let's just say that I'm not letting my cock lead the way. Come with me, my slave wench!"

I cracked up laughing at the caveman tone and followed him further into the privacy of the trees, noticing that upon the ground lay a blanket.

"Okay, now it's my turn. Drop 'em!"

I laughed and raised one eyebrow. "Excuse me? That's not very romantic."

"Oh, right. How did that go? This isn't about romance, woman, it's about sex... Now drop 'em."

My fingertips reached for the waistband of my jogging pants and I started to lower them.

"Wait, I've changed my mind. Take off your shirt instead."

I looked at him incredulously. "What? You're daft! It has to be 30 degrees out here. I'm not doing that." I said defiantly.

He cocked an eyebrow and said matter-of-factly, "Oh really? I think you will." 

I sighed with resignation and slowly lifted my shirt and pulled it off, the cold, night air sending goose bumps and shivers through my system. Warm hands touched my skin, and I felt his fingertips trace the underside of my sports bra before that small piece of fabric was lifted and carried from my body, my breasts bouncing into place before his gaze, hard nipples begging for his touch.

"Close your eyes," he whispered gruffly.

Closing my eyes, I stood for a moment shivering in the cold, before I felt something cover them. 

"A blindfold?" I asked. "Why?"

"Woman!" He responded with a chuckle. "This is my fantasy. Put a cork in it."

I laughed and accepted that whatever he had planned, I apparently wasn't going to get to watch. The eroticism of the unexpected turn of events fueling my desire for him. The blindfold secure, I felt his fingertips trace down the bare skin on my arms, slowing for a moment as they passed my breasts, then speeding up as they traced down to the palms of my hands. 

What his touch did to me! I felt so hot at that moment, and I wanted to feel his hands on every inch of my skin. Mesmerized with anticipation of the next moment, my breathing was coming out in quick, uneven patterns, and my legs were turning to jelly. It was becoming harder to stand with each passing second.

As if reading my thoughts, I felt my hands being tugged as he led me two steps over to where the blanket was laid on the ground.

"I want you to lay down. I'll help guide you onto the blanket. It's okay." His voice was halting, and I could hear the desire in it. I felt the rustle of air on my skin as I stretched fully out on the blanket, and my nipples hardened even more as I lay trembling in wait.

I felt more than heard Sean move and sensed that he was kneeling beside me, but that still didn't prepare me for his hot mouth on my breast. Arching my back, I gasped and felt my body jump off the blanket seeking the heat from his mouth, his hard demanding suckling making me cry out with pleasure. His free hand found its way over to my other breast and started massaging, causing me to writhe beneath his touch.

I felt him stretch the length of his body out beside me, and I reached out to touch him, my hands reaching under his sweatshirt searching for skin. I found it, hot, hard, silky. I groaned. I wanted more and started searching for it, but as I heard him chuckle, I knew my game plan had been found out.

"Nice try, but it's my turn and, if you don't keep your hands to yourself, I'm going to tie them together."

I reluctantly pulled them away, shivering once again as they left the warmth of his skin. My shivering didn't last long, as I felt the warmth of his mouth on my skin, his tongue tracing a path down to my belly button where it toyed for a moment before halting at the waistband of my pants. His hands, which had been, until that moment, wrapped around my breasts, grabbed for the elastic waistband and tugged, drawing the fabric down my legs and over my tennis shoes.

Cool air caressed and drifted over my skin. I was both hot and cold, trembling with anticipation, yet shivering with excitement and need. I was outside on the bare ground naked before him, clad only in socks and shoes, and I couldn't see his reaction. It was killing me. 

Sean's hands brushed upon my bare thighs and urged them to fall apart. Cool air swept along my kitten, wet and waiting for his touch. He threaded his fingers through the short tufts of hair above the soft folds of my pussy and clit and then gently trailed downward tracing the lines of my pussy. He touched along the side of my clit and I moaned. Moving my hips, I followed his finger, hoping that he'd actually touch the swollen nub. My hands fisted at my sides as he ignored my silent request. Instead, one finger gently inserted itself deep inside of me, and I moaned loudly, my body arching into it. I heard him groan. Such a sweet sound. It nearly drove me mad.

"Please..." I begged. "Please..."

I heard him move, and felt him lower himself between my feet. Next, hands appeared under my knees urging them to bend and spread- something to which I gladly complied. Completely exposed now to both his sight and his touch, I waited. I wanted so badly to feel him inside me. To feel the explosion of ecstasy that was just out of reach. I was shaking, and my hands grabbed the blanket below me in a vain attempt to regain control, but when his hot mouth clamped over my pussy, and his tongue drove itself full-length inside of me, I gave up.

My hips bucked into his mouth and I moaned. Quietly begging with words that came out haltingly, thoughts unfinished. "Keep... oh please... give me... I need..."

Whimpering, I heard him chuckle. "Soon." 

His hands rubbed along my legs to the juncture between and urged my pussy apart. God, I was so close! If only he'd let me finish. 

Sean's mouth continued it's sweet torture for a few moments more as I trembled beneath him, but then I felt him pull away. I nearly started crying at the loss. I was so ready. So near completion. I wanted him so much I ached with it.

I felt him move more fully between my knees and knew that it was nearly time. I would soon know what if felt like to have him inside of me, and my already rapid breathing turned ragged.

I felt the palm of his hand cup my pussy and one finger gently brush my clit. I shuddered with the sensation. And then he was there, hard, hot... the tip of his cock resting outside the entrance of my hole. He pushed forward a little and I felt the walls of my cunt stretch around him to accommodate his size. Then, with one smooth deliberate motion, he pushed forward and embedded himself deep inside of me. It was all I needed. I bucked against him, trying to stifle the scream that ripped from my throat, as wave after wave of electric current raced through my nerve endings and I convulsed around him. 

As my shuttering subsided, I became aware of his cock still deep inside of me, his hands pinning my arms above my head keeping control over my actions. As he moved with a slow deliberate pace I marveled at how well we fit together. I was awed by his restraint as I listened to his controlled breathing above me. 

Suddenly, it wasn't enough. I wanted him to lose control as I had. To listen to him cry out with the same force of nature that had shaken me just moments before. I needed to feel and hear his release almost as badly as I had needed my own. I sought to make that happen.

Using the only body part left to my disposal, I clamped the walls of my pussy down around his cock, tightening the hole he was plundering. He grunted in reaction and the sound sent a wave of bliss up through my system, making me dizzy with need all over again.

"You feel so good," I whispered. "Does it feel good for you?"

"Oh yeah." His words came out haltingly as he fought to hold back. To resist giving in to me just yet. "I've wanted this for so long... so hard to resist. You, teasing me... Watching you jog your sexy ass past my house night after night... Finally..."

I felt his cock harden inside of me and I groaned in reaction, the tension inside of me building like lava. I felt as though I were a rocket preparing for launch, sitting at the ready, moments away from take-off. He increased his pace and I started the countdown sequence.

Above me I heard the rumbling in his chest as his own orgasm started, a moan finally tearing free of his mouth. His cock pulsated inside of me as he gave up control to his own release and once again I shattered around him. Heat spread through my system, starting at the core of my body and swiftly igniting a path down my extremities. Every fiber of my being alive with feeling. My legs started to tremble and then I was gone. Bucking and riding him until we both collapsed satisfied.

We lay there spent on the ground for a few minutes, each of us trying desperately to regain our composure, my hands gently caressing the skin underneath his sweatshirt. I reached down to softly stroke his softening member- the only half of his body unclothed. I could hear people in the park, and a smile played at my mouth as I thought of the naughtiness of our adventure. 

"I'm starting to get cold now" he chuckled, while finally removing the blindfold. "I couldn't feel it before, but damn! It really is cold."

I looked at him, and responded with a chuckle of my own. "Duh!" I moved to get up, a wicked smile playing on my lips. "Can I get dressed now, or do you need to have your way with me some more?" 

"Me, no more energy. Clothes. Sexy woman. On." He rose to gather his pants, and I laughed once again at the caveman tone. 

Looking at Sean, I asked. "So... how do you feel about carrying this wager thing out to the end? Two more weeks left... could be fun." I watched as a he smiled.

"I thought you'd never ask," he said, still smiling, and drew the new paper out of his pocket. "How do you think you can do this time?"

I looked down at the paper, it read:

Atlanta vs. Tampa Bay
Washington vs. Chicago
Cincinnati vs. St. Louis
Denver vs. Indianapolis
Green Bay vs. Oakland

Looking back up at him, I grinned and responded, "Slam dunk." Then, I cocked an eyebrow and still smiling, asked, "So... what's the wager this time?"



The Bet Ch. 02





Usually I can leave in the morning so quietly that when they find me gone some have wondered if their antics of the previous night were a mere dream. Not being one to kiss and tell, I sometimes find pleasure in acting as if nothing happened, letting them wonder. This morning, I considered spiriting myself away just before dawn, but instead I decided to awaken the apt pupil with whom I had spent the night.

"The cocks are gathering," I whispered into his ear. "Soon they all will be crowing, and where will you be? Sleeping in the hen house?"

"Hmmm?" He smiled sleepily. "Is it a new day already?" he asked, rolling to his side. Propping himself up on one arm, he admired me in the morning twilight. My hair was a mess and my eye makeup had smeared everywhere. "I was hoping the night would not end," he told me.

"You can hope," I smirked. "But I have quite a schedule ahead today. I thought you might lend me the use of your valet for a few moments to warm and clean the tub again for a quick rinse off."

He looked a little disappointed at my request, and for a moment I wondered why. Then I glanced down to the sheets, and I realized that like many other men, he had awoken at attention and was again ready for a little active participation.

"I'll make a deal with you," I whispered in his ear as I grabbed his stiff wand through the sheet. "We'll practice some of that control that you learned last night for a little while, but then I will really need a warm bath here to get me on schedule. Agreed?"

In answer, he began to roll over onto me. Last night he had learned how to rock from his knees instead of using his hips, and I think he expected to do the same this morning, but I was not willing to remain supine so long. I have to admit that my back was still a little sore from arching when I was on my elbows and knees. We had managed to work around the discrepancy in our proportions quite well, but there were some times when he had more or less collapsed onto me in exhaustion, and I did not particularly like the feeling of being trapped beneath his weight for long.

I placed my hand on his chest and rolled away, placing my feet on the floor. He looked puzzled for only a moment, and then smirked as he realized he was in for some new instruction.

"I thought we might try it drow style," I teased. I saw by the look in his eyes that he did not know the term, so I resorted to my basic teaching style. I gave explicit instructions. It is a simple philosophy. If I tell him what to do, it should increase my chances of receiving what I want.

"Roll onto your back," I began. I gave instruction like a dark elf matriarch, expecting compliance, giving no quarter. He only hesitated for a moment, and I fixed him with a fiery gaze to convey the fact that I meant business. He shrugged and rolled face up. "And strip off those sheets while you're at it. They'll only get in the way." Again he complied.

He lay before me, stripped from head to toe. A young man, with no noticeable scars or blemishes, his only vertical feature standing at full attention in the brisk morning air. Last night I had been puzzled by his lack of scars, since the tales he told me in the tavern bespoke of a life of adventure. No swordsman I had ever met had come to me in such tender condition, and certainly anyone who had engaged in half as much adventure as the tales he told would be crisscrossed with the mementos of battle. I had come to the conclusion that he was either lying in hope of impressing me, or that he had spent a major fortune in curatives and restoratives to cover the signs of battle.

From the time I had spent with him last night, I guessed it might be a bit of both explanations. He was most certainly adequate, but his reflexes were not by any means up to the standards of his tales. If I were to describe his style as a lover, it would be clumsy but eager. Still, his extravagant spending, and use of magic told me that he also had some means of wealth.

Admiring the view, I reached down and picked up the open bottle of rinberry wine. there was only a little left in the bottle. Tilting it up, I waited as the last bit began to trickle out from the spout and down my extended finger. It was thick and syrupy; more so for being left open half the night.

Keeping the juice cradled around my fingers, I crawled across the bed and crouched near his head. "I am going to need just a little more incentive," I told him, and I straddled his head facing his feet with my knees bent and shins next to his ears. I heard a muffled sound from him as I lowered myself to his waiting mouth. Before I made contact, I dabbed a drop of the wine onto my other hand and spread it over my clitoris with one outstretched finger. last night, I think he developed an appreciation for sweeter wines.

I felt his tongue searching and probing. I hoped he might get the hint and find the sweet nectar I had left for him. In the meantime, I lay down across his chest, to give him some incentive to find the right spot.

With one motion I cupped my hand around his exposed member, spreading the remaining rinberry wine down its shaft in one fluid motion. I felt it throb as my lips followed the wine down the shaft, filling my senses with its fruity essence. I felt him gasp between my thighs as his now energized tongue sought new recesses. I was not ready for him to explode just yet, but I could feel his impending pressure.

Last night I had given him control of angle, rhythm and depth. I had allowed him to gauge his own level of excitement and pace himself accordingly. Now that I was in control of his stimulation, I was even more aware of just how much he wanted to erupt from his loins.

Withdrawing my rinberry moistened lips, I placed three fingers across the base of his now throbbing member, and I used my thumb on the other side to firmly pinch off his pleasure. This gave him a moment to relax out of his climax. We had practiced this a few times the night before, so it was not a new feeling for him. I felt a corresponding relaxation in his muscles beneath me as he slowed the movements of his tongue. 

Counting to a dozen before I continued, I watched him lose just a little pressure in his loins. His shaft was small for his stature, but his equipment was just the right size for me to fit into my mouth and tickle the back of my throat. I had mastered my gag reflex long ago in order to keep small objects on the back of my tongue hidden from prying eyes and frisking hands. As far as he was concerned this instant, there were no more practical uses for being able to half swallow objects.

I began my attentions anew, with gentle ease. Slowly teasing him back to full stature with my lips and tongue. With renewed fervor, he sank his mouth deep between my thighs, and this time his tongue glided directly to my specified target. I could feel the moistness of his tongue mixed with the wetness that I was beginning to secrete, and I gave a shallow gasp - half from pleasure, and half because I knew he wanted to hear it.

"That's good," I managed to hoarsely whisper between sucklings. "Make it a rhythm," I instructed.

I could feel the repetitive motions as he brought the full strength of his tongue to bear for brief instants at a time. Probing, retreating, and probing again, building my desire. First I felt my nipples harden, then I felt that telltale flutter behind my stomach, and I knew it was time to act.

I slid gracefully from his hungry tongue, rubbing myself down his chest, and over his abdomen to sit neatly behind his attentively pulsing wand. Guiding him with my fingers, I took charge of his erection in one fluid roll of my hips. Sitting upright, I took all of him inside inside me with just a little room to spare. I could feel him about to climax, and I once again jabbed my nail into the soft flesh behind his dangling sack. I knew he would not go soft in this state, but my point gave him enough pause to catch himself and relax for a moment as I stayed perfectly still, awaiting his signal to continue.

I felt him gently pulling on my hair, and I slowly began rocking backward, exposing myself to my own probing fingers. He provided the staff, but I provided the fine manipulation. I could feel him playing with my hair as I rocked myself back and forth, breathing and undulating in rhythm. I had told him not to pull at my hair pins that last night, but I was in no mood to stop and scold him now. Let him play if he liked, the whole mass needed a good brushing anyway.



As I rode him, I felt my hair loosen and cascade across his body as my comb and pins fell to the bedding. I came lightly, caught my breath, and then I came stronger. It was not a long climax, but it was enough for a quick morning jaunt.

I knew his vision was probably obscured by my long raven tresses, so I took it upon myself to finish him off. He had been about to burst for some time, and I simply coaxed it out of him. First, I flexed my inner muscles several times to stimulate him into a frenzy. Then as he grabbed for my hips through my cascading hair I simply rolled backward onto him, letting him fall out of me and shower his seed up over my stomach and down his own legs. I heard him give a sort of sigh, and I knew I had made good on my promise.

My bath awaited. "I believe we had a bargain," I purred. I had to pull my hair away from his face to see his reaction. His eyes were closed, and he appeared like a contented pet.

He reached to the night stand and pulled the stone, handing it to me he gestured to the tub and mumbled something like the night before. The water began to bubble, but the stone remained in my hand.

Shooting him a puzzled look, I scolded, "You didn't have to hide the fact that you're a wizard from me." The stone must have been a ruse. The spell was his own, and not a part of the stone. "I didn't need your credentials in that area."

He grinned, and sat up, gently laying my hair aside so as not to sit on it. I could see his seed had soaked into it in several places, but I knew from experience that it would wash out easily enough.

"I did not wish to take the chance," he smirked. "You are seen so often on the arms of paladins and the like."

I was beginning to feel a different fluttering in my stomach, and this one was not good. Pulling my hair around me I probed, "so you have been watching me for a while, have you?" I tried to keep the trepidation from my voice. I think I succeeded.

"Nothing so sinister," he grinned. Standing, he wiped the juices from his legs and began to dress. Without looking at me he continued, "I was in the tavern when Harlan tried hitting on you. You know, the rather large barbarian sort."

"With fish on his breath. I could smell him coming across the bar," I added. It was just a few days ago, and I had left him with no illusions that nothing short of a polymorph spell coupled with a full personality transplant would ever get him a chance to share my bed. For a moment I wondered if he had done as i had suggested, and was in fact sharing this room with me now. "You're not saying..."

"Oh, of course not," he interjected. "I am not he. But you did leave him rather frustrated. So frustrated in fact that he made a rather hasty bet. He bet his entire adventuring party that none of them could bed you either."

I know I was flushing red by now. I was livid, but I kept a level head. I was also naked in a room with an unknown entity. "Do you really expect to collect on a drunken bar bet," I taunted. "I doubt he was in any condition to remember me, let alone remember what he said to you."

"True," he agreed. "That's why we placed the coin of our wager with the guild. I will be going to collect it in a short while." I saw what looked like a moment of doubt on his face, but it vanished in a flash.

I stood and pulled my clothing to me. I was sure that I would not be taking that bath just now. I would be clean of him soon, but not here. Not like this. As I dressed, he watched me, and I glared at him.

"You could just leave," I scolded.

"But I am still enjoying the show," he retorted.

As I pulled up my boots, I saw his expression of doubt again, but this time it stayed. He seemed to be shrinking before me. His clothing looked a bit baggy on him until he cinched it tighter, and then I realized what was happening. He had used some sort of magical glamor to change his appearance, and it must have been wearing off. His perfect teeth, weren't so perfect anymore. His hair was disappearing with each heartbeat. He has lost a half a head in height, and his skin was far from perfect. In short, he got ugly right before my eyes.

Smiling, he teased me, "Who would have thought the winner of the bet would be the old Necromancer of the party?" He looked like he was destined of lich hood.

I glared at him, soaking in every detail of his true face. I do not know what was going through his head, but he seemed to be amused at the entire scenario.

"I think this calls for a victory meal," he chortled. "If you care to join me, I will be down in the tavern. Breakfast is on me." He began to open the door.

"One thing," I replied.

He turned again to look at me, raising one uneven eyebrow in question.

"What is your real name?" I asked. "As long as I am to be the butt of your joke, at least let me know that."

He shrugged, told me his name, and went down to fill his stomach.

I remained for a moment, taking inventory. I had my clothes, my shoulder pouch, my comb, but I was missing one hair pin. I checked the sheets and decided it was gone. I had another set of lock picks, but I would have to replace that one soon. He had evidently taken it as proof for his bet. He only needed one. The rest he had left for me, not realizing they were a unique set.

I decided to leave by the window rather than pass him in the tavern below. Believing he had nothing to fear, he had allowed me a good look at his face, and I knew a booth at the market that could supply me with everything I needed in makeup and attire to collect his wager from the adventurers guildhall before he finished his repast. All I needed was to show a hair pin to the guards.



The Bet Ch. 02



As always, I'd love to hear your constructive feedback, positive or negative.

*****

We bet big. To the winner, anything goes for the weekend and the loser must comply. I thought I had it in the bag, but she won. And now I had no hair, the hard way. Except for my head, she waxed me stem to stern Friday night. She had plans.

"Wake up, huggie bear, we have a lot to do-oo," Lilla said playfully.

"Morning, baby," I croaked as I grabbed her for a hug. 

She hugged me back, squirmed away and said excitedly, "Come on, let's get going."

Lilla could barely contain herself during breakfast. She was so beautiful, so open and full of life. I loved her so much. 

After breakfast she ran upstairs while I finished my coffee and read the paper.

"Oh, poo-kums," she trilled down to me, "come on u-up."

"Dag," I thought as I slowly climbed the stairs. I knew what was coming. 

More supplies and a towel spread out on the bed which she had me lay on. Lilla cleaned me, ran a damp washcloth over cock, balls and rear. Then she fluffed me, stroked and sucked me, toyed with my rear opening with finger and tongue, maybe getting me harder than I'd ever been. At my hardest she slapped some goo on me and made a mold of my cock. 

"Surprise, stud muffin. I miss your wiener sometimes when you're not around. Aren't you glad?" she beamed. 

Lilla did her thing while I showered and shaved my face shiny. I had to admit it felt sensuous having no hair, my hands sliding effortlessly across my skin. I got hard. I couldn't help it.

I emerged from the bathroom in my cotton gym shorts, pulling on my t-shirt. "Okay sweetie pie, I have some underfrillies for you on the bed," Lilla said with a gleam in her eye, hands clasped under her chin, torso twisting slightly back and forth. 

"Lilla, are you sure you want this?"

She cozied up to me with a serious face, lay her palm gently on my cheek, looked adoringly up at me with those amazing green eyes framed by her blazing red shoulder length hair, said emphatically, "Fuckin' A, dude. Now get naked!" and slapped my ass.

I laughed and I took my shorts and shirt off, stared at the items on the bed.

Lilla noted my apprehension and said, "Ooh, isn't this awesome, baby? It's the stretch lace garter belt from Frederick's. And those are scalloped lace-top stockings, also from Frederick's I might add. I think black is sooo sexy, don't you?"

"Ugh," I uttered as I dropped my chin to my chest. 

"Come on, baby, get dressed, get dressed," she said excitedly. 

Resigned, I picked up the garter and pulled it on. It was pretty wide, maybe five or six inches. I sat on the edge of the bed. As I pulled the first stocking up my incredibly smooth leg, my cock twitched. As I pulled up the second stocking it stiffened a little more.

"See, see, you're getting a boner! I told you this would be fun," Lilla squealed with delight and waggled a pointed finger. 

"The only reason I'm gettin' any wood at all is because you're standing there naked rubbing your twat," I shot back. 

"Uh uh-h, can't fool me-e," she singsonged. 

Finished clipping the stockings to the straps, I stood up. The base of my semi-hard cock was just beneath the edge of the garter, smoothness all around. Lilla handed me a lacy luminescent green long sleeved v-necked top, sleeves flared at the wrist, saying, "Okay, this is from VS. Velly sexy, hmm?"

"Maybe on you," I pouted, putting it on. 

Next I put on a flippy, swishy black miniskirt that barely covered the band at the top of my stockings. 

Lilla came up, hugged me, kissed me while stroking my cock under my skirt, said in a husky voice, "God, that's so hot. You're gonna look amazing when I'm done. Put these on and come with me," She handed me a black lace thong and 3 inch black pumps. 

With considerable effort I put them on and wobbled into the bathroom after her. She motioned me to sit down next to her at the vanity, which I did. 

Sitting on a stool in her blue silk robe, Lilla had an array of girl stuff spread out on the counter in front of her. She tapped her lips with an index finger, found what she wanted and dove in. She made me up. She put fake fingernails on me and painted them a light burgundy; colored, not natural so I'd know they were there, she said. Applied to my face whatever it is that women apply. When she was done she pulled out a dazzling, dark purple wig and secured it to my head as I closed my eyes and thought, "I must be nuts."

With a final touch here and there Lilla beamed, spun my stool to the mirror and exclaimed with a flourish, "Ta daa!"

Astounding. From the mirror, a woman stared back. I was speechless. I have somewhat androgynous features and Lilla's deft hand with makeup camouflaged masculinity and accentuated femininity, eyelids, lashes, eyebrows, cheekbones, lips. A delicate black lace choker to hide my Adam's apple. Tasteful dangly earrings. Rich, dark plum colored shoulder length hair, feathered bangs parted stylishly. I gently shook my head and my silky hair swayed easily with my movements, the highlights dancing in the bright vanity light. I felt the wavering tug of the earrings. I was dumbfounded. 

Lilla spoke reverently, "Oh my god baby, you're prettier than I ever imagined you'd be. This is amazing. You're beautiful. Stand up, let me look at you."

I stood up and looked in the mirror not believing what I saw. A slender, flat chested, decent looking, if not leaning toward hot, babe. My cock stiffened some. 

"Fuck yeah, baby, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!" Lilla crowed, rubbed my cock, kissed me long and hard. 

"Okay, bitch," she said sternly, laughed, then playfully, "Just kidding, baby. Come on, let's hang out. Go on downstairs and turn on HGTV or the Oxygen channel and I'll be down in a sec." 

I stumbled to the den, sat down on the recliner in my sexy outfit and lovely dark purple hair, my semi-hardon tenting my skirt some despite the thong, and turned on ESPN SportsCenter. 

"No dearie," Lillie sighed as she entered the room still wearing her silk robe, "Girls don't watch sports by themselves, they watch decorating shows or chick flicks. Here, I made you a mimosa," she said as she took the remote and changed the channel to Pretty Woman showing on Lifetime, then left the room. I sighed, gave a small head shake at the TV, and was surprised to notice the pull and sway of the earrings, and the hair that flicked around my face and on my neck felt kind of nice, sexy even. 

Lilla returned and said in a lowered voice, "Give me the remote, bitch," and giggled. She wore baggy chinos, an untucked long sleeve denim shirt and her lug soled hiking shoes. She'd slicked her hair back with some sort of jell. She looked nowhere near as manly as I did feminine.

"Come 'ere, lil' darlin," she said as she patted the couch. I sat down next to her and she pulled me in for a kiss, taking command of the remote. 

"I've been waiting all day for this game, sugar dumplin'. Now I know you don't really understand football, cupcake, but it's a big game. Man, I hope we cross the plate all day long. We need a big win. Hey puddin', how about gettin' me a cold one." 


"Jeez," I thought as I made my way to the kitchen. I fumbled around and finally used a knife to pop the tab because I couldn't figure out how to open it with my lovely light burgundy nails. 

"Here, baby," I said flatly as I gave her the beer. 

Lilla caressed my rear as I sat down, "Gotdamn, baby! You got the sweetest ass I ever seen on you're little backside, there." 

We watched the game and at halftime Lilla muted the TV, said, "Come 'ere, mamacita, gimme some sugar." She put her hand behind my neck and hauled me in for a soft, lingering kiss. My heart beat faster. 

She kissed me for a long time as we sat on the couch, my head against the cushion, Lilla twisted around to hold me. She kissed me gently, tenderly, as if it were my first time. I became impatient for her touch. Finally, finally, she fondled my breasts, teased my nipples. Lilla brushed my hair out of the way, nibbled around my earring, sucked and bit my neck. It felt wonderful. She maneuvered me down to my back on the wide couch as she kissed me, different now because her hair didn't cascade around us creating our special, private world. She worked a leg between mine, began a gentle repeating nudging that sent shivers up my spine. I adjusted myself in my thong again. I held her, caressed her back. She bent down and took my nipple between her lips, her teeth; my hand cupped her head while she nibbled and bit my nipples, first one then the other. I moaned and my legs spread a little more for her. I felt desired. I was so hard. 

"I'm gonna make you feel real good, baby," Lilla said, her voice husky, and she reached under my skirt. "I'm gonna rub your clit and make you come. Would you like that, baby?" 

I pulled her face to mine and kissing her, mumbled, "Mmm hmm." I raised my leg to the back of the couch, opening wide for her. 

Lilla pushed aside my thong and let her fingers dance lightly along my length. She swirled her thumb around my head and I could hardly stand that exquisite bliss. She pressed a fingernail down my urethra, causing a sweet pleasure-pain I wanted to explore. Lilla stroked me. She used my slick precum as her hand slid along my cock. She kept the steady, precum lubricated strokes deliciously, tormentingly, slow, keeping me on the verge. I was reeling. I thrust into her massaging hand. I moaned into her mouth. At last I told her I was there and she dove down, her lips closed around my head and she jacked me fast with her hand. I cried out and pinched my nipples hard when I came. Lilla rose and kissed me, sharing the cum in her mouth. I moaned and pulled her closer. 

My breathing finally slowed. "That was pretty amazing, baby, you really had me going. You surprised me with the cummy kiss. God, that was hot." 

"Mmm hmm," Lilla vocalized softly as she nuzzled against me. 

For the rest of the afternoon Lilla kept me slightly buzzed, first with mimosas and later just champagne, I think to keep my inhibitions down. She kept me constantly aroused by telling me how hot I looked, how beautiful I was, grabbing me for a smoldering kiss, fondling my ass, my nipples, gently rubbing her hand along my front. 

I got used to pulling my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear if I needed it out of the way. I became adept at flipping my head to flick my beautiful deep plum colored hair aside. I sort of liked the feel of the stockings and lace on my skin, the feel of the thong tight across my opening, its subliminal promise. As the afternoon wore on I found myself feeling more delicate and feminine, moved more gracefully, subtle things really, all reinforced by Lilla's adulation of my beauty and sexiness.

After dinner, as I sipped champagne and watched Grey's Anatomy on Tivo, I heard Lilla calling, "Oh, butter buns, come on u-up."

"What now?" I wondered as a pretty woman briefly caught my eye when I passed the foyer mirror and strutted up the stairs in my 3 inch pumps, sexy green lacy top, the hem of my flippy dress snapping with my steps.



The Bet Ch. 02



"Good evening ladies and gentleman. Flight 2134 to New York City is now boarding through gate number 23," announced the gate agent over the PA system. We boarded the plane, and found our way to our seats. Sarah took the window seat, and I took the aisle. As the stewardesses got everyone seated and bags stowed, I began to relax. I could still feel the plug in my ass, but at least now, I could just sit in my seat for the next couple hours while we flew to the city. I closed my eyes, and felt the plane begin to move as it pulled away from the gate.

I awoke, surprised that I had fallen asleep. We were in the air, and I could see that drink service had begun. Sarah noticed I was awake, and she reached down to pull out her purse from beneath the seat in front of her. She fished out some cash, handing it to me. She leaned over to me.

"Red wine, pantyboy," she whispered into my ear, then flicked her tongue across my ear lobe. "And get yourself a jack and coke. You'll need it."

I didn't really know what she meant, but given how the evening had started, my mind started racing. When the stewardess stopped next to us, I had already pulled down my tray-table. I wasn't so much preparing for the drink as I was trying to hide the tent in my slacks. As soon as I had purchased our drinks, Sarah leaned over again.

"Drink up, I've got something for you," she said with a lilt to her voice that told me that she had more plans for me. I took a deep drink, and put the jack and coke down. Sarah reached with one hand to my drink, and with the other swapped it out. My eyes followed my drink. It was at that instant that I realized my mistake. I looked back at my tray table to discover another butt plug standing up next to a small lube bottle. I reached as quickly as I could and grabbed them both, pulling them down into my lap, trying to hide them. I could feel my face turning a bright red as I hoped that the people seated across the aisle to us were not paying any attention to us. I turned to Sarah, and gave her my best what-are-you-thinking look. She smirked, leaned in and kissed me, then slid her lips along my cheek to my ear.

"Time for you to trade up. If you are going to be able to handle what I have planned, you need to prepare," she growled into my ear. "Go to the lavatory and put that in your sweet ass for me pantyboy. You won't need the other anymore, just toss it."

So much for a relaxing flight. I got up carefully, trying to keep the plug hidden in my hands as best I could. This one was clearly larger than the last. Not really longer, but definitely thicker. I could feel its girth in my hand, and guessed it had to be close to 1 1/2 inches in diameter at its widest point. I walked down the aisle, and only then looked up and noticed that the "Lavatory Occupied" sign was lit up. I stood outside the door of the lavatory, facing away from the passenger cabin, holding the butt plug in my hands. It felt like an eternity, but it was probably just a minute or two when the door opened, and I could slip into the lavatory.

I slid my slacks down to my ankles, and looked down at my cock covered panties. Or more like partially covered cock. Seeing the hot pink panties just made me even more excited, and I could feel my cock swelling to its fullest. I ran my hand over my balls, feeling the smooth satin. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband, and slid the panties down to my ankles. Fortunately, the cramped lavatory has hand holds, as I needed to grab onto one so that I could bend down and slip one foot out of its shoe and out of the slacks and panties. I raised my foot up onto the small counter, and leaned forward, trying to spread my legs as wide as I could. I reached down between my legs, and got ahold of the base of the butt plug. I gently pulled on it, and immediately felt pressure against my anus. It wasn't coming out.

I pulled a little harder, and felt even more pressure on my anus. I felt a bit of panic, but told myself I had to relax. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to relax. I reached down again, pulled on the plug harder still. I felt the plug moving. The pressure was intense and I could feel my sphincter stretching, and just as I thought it was going to hurt, I felt the pressure release, and the plug came free. I breathed a deep sigh of relief. I took the new plug, applied some lube, and added a bit more to my anus, then took a deep breath, and started to push the plug into my anus. At first, it felt good going in, and it slid in easier than I had expected. As it got deeper into me, it got wider, and I could feel myself stretching again. I backed off, and then took another deep breath and as I exhaled, I pushed again. Again, it was unable to push the plug all the way in, and so I pushed again, and again. Before I realized it, I was fucking myself with the plug, pushing just a tiny bit harder with each inward thrust. My cock was full erect, and I looked down to see a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. With my free hand, I wiped the drop onto my finger, and licked it, tasting it. It was sweet and slick to the taste.

At this point, I wanted to take my cock and stroke myself, but I knew that Sarah would not approve, and I didn't want to find out what punishments she had up her sleeve. Instead, I refocused on inserting the plug, and with one more hard thrust, I was able to push the widest part of the plug past my sphincter, and it popped into place. I pushed it a bit deeper still, reveling in the fullness it created. This plug was definitely larger than the last.

I cleaned up, washing the lube from my hands, and carefully wiping away excess lube from the plug to avoid soaking my panties (and as a result my slacks), pulled my panties back on, and tried to calm myself so that I could fit my cock back into the panties. I fumbled a bit, getting myself redressed in the tight space, but after checking myself over as best I could, I took the first plug, and threw it into the refuse bin. I wondered if the people who cleaned the plane would notice it. I smiled at the thought of someone dumping the trash and seeing it, wondering what was going on during this flight.

As I made my way back to my seat, I again had to focus on trying to walk normally as the new larger plug made movement a little awkward, and with each step, I could feel pressure against my inside like I'd never felt. Each step sent waves of pleasure from my inner core out through my body. The feeling of fullness was both overwhelming and blissful. I locked eyes with Sarah, and I could tell she was amused watching me walk down the aisle. Fortunately, most passengers never look up from their books or computers, or had their eyes closed and iPods on.

I took my seat, and turned to Sarah. "Mission accomplished, Mistress," I reported.

"Mmmm...good pantyboy. How does it feel?"

I took a quick peek to the seat behind me and saw that both passengers had on earphones. I already knew the ones in front of us were dozing. "Mistress, I feel stuffed full. Its like nothing I've ever felt. When I move, I can feel a pressure inside me. I don't know how to describe it, but it feels good–totally wrong, or um...taboo? But definitely it feels good."

"See pantyboy? Mistress is taking care of you isn't she? I think you'll only need one more training plug tonight before the real festivities begin," she said in a sultry voice.

"Yes Mistress," I answered.



The Bet Ch. 02



I tried to catch Tori before she left the party, but she was driving away by the time I got outside. I took a cab back to our house, but she had locked me out. She wouldn't let me in. I called her, but she explained she didn't want to talk and that she needed more time to think. I sat in front of the house for a couple of hours, but after I was fairly sure Tori wasn't going to let me in I took a cab back to Samantha's house. I was going to find out what was going on. The party had wound down and Samantha was cleaning up. She looked a little worried to see me.

Samantha admitted that she had always had a crush on me. She explained how she had spiked my drink so that she could take advantage of me. She thought that would be enough, but she wanted me to want her. The fact that I was about to make love to her willingly would fulfill her fantasy. After letting her talk for more than thirty minutes I let her have it. My marriage was ruined, my wife wouldn't talk to me, she wouldn't let me in our house. How selfish could she be?

Before I could finish Samantha began balling. She wouldn't stop. I brought her a tissue and she began apologizing for making such a mess. I decided to leverage her guilt to get the recording. Samantha pointed to a DVD sitting next to her television. I walked over and picked it up, while left the room. I stood alone in Samantha's living room clutching the DVD when I realized that I had no where to go. 

After a few minutes of indecision I found a bottle of wine and poured myself a glass. I put the DVD in the player and pushed play. The recording started and I saw Samantha holding a remote that turned on the camera. I was lying under her sporting an erect with my hands on her waist. I was conscious, but clearly out of it. Samantha was completely naked and she didn't look half bad without her clothes on I thought to myself. 

I sat down on the couch as I watched this home made porno, staring me. I turned up the volume and realized Samantha was talking to me. Calling me a stud, begging me to fuck her and generally trying to turn me on. She leaned forward and began kissing me. My arms wrapped around her and I was clearly kissing her back. My penis grew harder and harder, and within moments was pressed against Samantha's back. She lifted herself on her knees and guided my penis inside of her. She went slowly, causing more and more of my penis to disappear inside of her. 

Sitting on the couch watching Samantha fucking me was turning me on. Without thinking about where I was I pulled out my penis and began masturbating as I watched Samantha ride my cock. 

Samantha was soon bouncing up and down on my cock faster and faster. I was even moaning with pleasure on tape. Samantha was almost screaming she was so loud. If I have one complaint with Tori it is that she is so quiet. I was getting closer and closer to my own climax sitting on the couch that I didn't notice Samantha walk into the room until she stood in front of the television.

I grabbed a cushion from the couch to cover myself and turned a bright shade of red as I tried to decide what to do next. 

Samantha said, "You don't need to be embarrassed. You can finish if you like."

I got up and was heading to the bathroom when Samantha blocked my path. She reached behind the pillow and grabbed my penis. I stood there paralyzed for a moment when Samantha said, "Quit thinking so much. You obviously are attracted to me. I am attracted to you."

Samantha had my penis in one hand and used her other to throw the pillow aside. She dropped to her knees and put my penis in her mouth. She began sucking my cock and almost as soon as she did my knees became weak, I had to sit down. I fell backward onto the couch. Samantha followed me on the couch, but instead of resuming her blowjob, she straddled my lap. She was wearing a sundress without any panties. She leaned against me, lifting her body so that my penis would be able to enter her vagina. I used my right hand to position my penis against her pussy and once she felt it against her she lowered herself on to me. 

Samantha and I were finally fucking. I have to admit she was a great fuck. She was extremely expressive and made me feel like I was the biggest stud she had ever had sex with. She begged for more and more and I really got into it. I can't remember when I had a better time. I helped her remove her dress revealing her breasts, both of which I took into my hands as she bounced up and down my cock. 

We were both completely engaged in the act and didn't notice we had a spectator. Tori had come to see Samantha, but couldn't believe what she was witnessing. On the couch her best friend and husband were fucking like rabbits. Not to mention the video of Samantha fucking me in Tori's bed. Tori didn't say a word, but instead watched from the hallway until we were done. 

When Samantha had climaxed, just a little while after I did she climbed off of me and sat next to me on the couch. She remarked, "I don't know about you, but I have never had sex like that before. Tori is so lucky."

I couldn't help but agree saying, "To be honest, Tori is amazing in bed, but after having sex with you I am not sure it will ever be the same with her."

Samantha climbed back on top of me and kissed me as she said, "Don't tease me, do I really turn you on? Tori is so skinny, and I am, well... not." She kissed me again as I fondled her breasts.

When she leaned back I said, "I always thought my type was skinny and petite like Tori, but after having sex with you I am not so sure." 

I began to get hard as Samantha's wet pussy pressed against my penis. She tilted forward and guided my semi-hard cock inside of her. As she did Tori's figure in the hallway caught her eye, in an instant she knew Tori was there, watching. Samantha didn't say a word as she began fucking for the second time that evening. 

Tori watched as Samantha looked directly at her and smiled. Tori didn't say a word, instead she stood silently watching. Tori wasn't angry anymore, but instead she was shocked. Shocked that Samantha would betray her. Shocked that I would be attracted to Samantha. As she watched Samantha taking what was hers, she began to feel sad. Tears appeared in the corners of her eyes as Samantha and cried out in pleasure. 

Samantha saw Tori's tears and she began to feel awful, what was she doing? In a brief revelation of remorse Samantha jumped off of me and said she couldn't do it anymore. I watched as she ran out of the room and right past a teary eyed Tori. Tori started walking straight toward me, I stood to face her, naked and still erect. She started hitting me on the arms as she buried her face in my chest, crying asking, "Why, why?"

I tried to comfort her, but she was inconsolable. Then her mode shifted. She aimed her bloodshot eyes at me as she asked, "Don't you want me anymore? Aren't you attracted to me?"

I answered, "Of course, I am so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. It was all just crazy, you have to believe me."

Tori stepped back and unfastened her dress and let it drop to the floor. She then removed her bra and panties and said, "Prove it, make love to me right now."

My erection had disappeared and I was completely flaccid. She laid on the couch and said, "Make love to me."

For the first time in our marriage I wasn't the least bit interested. Tori was always in control, she was the aggressor. Seeing her play the victim wasn't at all attractive. I climbed on top of her and began kissing her, just as I normally would, but I wasn't getting hard. I tried everything, but I wasn't getting aroused. 

Tori began crying again when she realized I couldn't get it up. I tried to explain I had already had sex twice, but instead of making her feel better she got more upset. I sat up and Tori began massaging my penis, trying to get me hard. I got a little harder, but not fully erect. Tori tried to position my cock so that I could penetrate her, but I just wasn't hard enough. 

I was on top of Tori, face to face as my flaccid cock pressed against her cunt. With a tear in her eye Tori sobbed as she said, "Make love to me, please make love to me."

Just as I started to respond I noticed Samantha had returned. She was wearing a camisole that was open in the front revealing her naked body. She put her hand on my shoulder and pulled me up. Tori remained lifeless on the couch as I stood face to face with Samantha. She put her arms around me and began kissing me. She pressed her breasts against my chest and massaged my back with her hands. I couldn't help myself from getting aroused. 

Samantha grasped my erect penis and said to Tori, "I guess he 's just not that into you.



The Bet Ch. 02



Author's Note: not too many people liked this story the first time around and I am pretty sure not too many people would like the second chapter. But I like this story and there are some out there that do.

Warning: Everything I write, or have written has been copyrighted. Thanks for reading.

"So let me get this straight, you are trying to make your husband cheat, so you guys can get separated."

"No, divorced."

"Oh honestly Treasure that has got to be the craziest thing I have ever heard of. I mean most women would be pissed if their husbands cheat on them, but not you. Why would you want that?"

"Because Jenna, he is going to cheat on me regardless I just figured I would have fun in the process by making a bet with Raelynn."

"Raelynn, oh God not that crazy bitch."

"Why is everybody so against Rae. She's a pretty cool person once you get to know her."

"Yeah. Right. So what type of woman do you think is your husband's type?"

"Tall, blonde, young, and extremely naïve. I was actually trying to find a cute young housekeeper or gardener while I am away on a business trip to take care of the house."

"Oh my God you are truly silly girl." At that comment Treasure did nothing but give a shrug.

~*~*~*~*~*

Treasure sat at the vanity set oiling down her smooth dark chocolate legs. She would always spend extra time on her legs because they were her favorite body part, and the favorite body part of others as well. She got complimented on them daily people always said how beautiful they were.

Although being 5-foot-6 she had long gorgeous legs that would put most models to shame. Once she was done oiling down her legs, she went to the closet to retrieve her favorite black leather six inch stiletto heels. She loved these heels because they really made her feel sexy.

She loved the they made her legs look, she loved the fact that every time she wore them out she and her heels turned heads. She loved that every time she wore these shoes she would get all hot and bothered, which she was right now.

Going into her underwear draw she pulled out her favorite vibrator, Chrome the Dragon. With a big smile on her face she did her little sexy walk to the bed and lay down. With the bed facing the vanity set mirror Treasure was able to watch herself masturbate in the mirror.

She liked what she saw. Dark smooth healthy looking skin and thick dreaded hair that came to the middle of her back. Warm dark eyes that were fanned with long eye lashes, chubby cheeks that didn't go with her slim body but it suited her anyhow, full beautiful lips and a cute button nose that her husband always grabbed saying 'I got your nose' which really pissed her off.

Watching herself in the mirror she leaned back a little and started to caress her breasts. She loved her breasts although they were small maybe about a nice B cup. She still loved touching them herself whenever she got the chance. She loving massaged her breasts until her nipples became hard little pebbles.

She continue stroke until she felt the familiar feeling down in her belly. She then brought dragon towards her breast and let the vibrator do it's magic while she played with her clit. The added feeling of playing with her clit stirred a stronger warmer feeling inside of her that was becoming hard to ignore.

She switched dragon toward her left breast and started stroking her clit harder. Once she felt like she was on edge she finally descended the dragon down to her nether regions and slightly pushed in. The feeling was exhilarating and the reflection that stared back at her spoke a thousand words.

Glazed over eyes stared back at her. Her slightly parted mouth let out sweet sexy little moans that drive her pleasure harder to the ground. She was so caught up in her own self that she failed to realize that Samson was peaking around the corner watching his wife masturbate in the mirror.

The way he was standing, and the way the bed and mirror faced each other was a pretty good spot for him to watch in amazement as his wife pleasured herself. It seemed so weird that she would rather pleasure herself than to let him pleasure her. Whenever they would have intercourse she would just give him a blow job. Although she was fucking great at it, and he had many mind numbing orgasms from it he would sometimes like to return the favor, but she wouldn't let him.

She would just him the best oral sex he ever had, and she would go back to whatever it was that she was doing at the time. He had always wondered why she wouldn't let him touch her, or let him give her the same pleasure she did him. He just chalked it up to her not being in the mood for penetration.

Now he was caught in the scene as his wife pleasured herself without his help at all. He could sense that she was almost close to cumming. She had her eyes close now as she was on the verge of having an orgasm, and it was at that moment he decided to sneak in.

With ease he crept into the room, she was so in tune with herself that she didn't know that he had entered the room. While she was still thrusting the vibrator in and out of herself with hand, and her other rubbing and pinching her breast, sweet bliss was on its way.

He tip toed over to the right side of the bed being unnoticed and then forward to touch her breast. When he lightly lets fingers touched her left breast, she became tense as the sudden orgasm claimed her and her eyes shoot wide open staring at the face of husband. She wanted to yell out his name telling him to get the fuck away but that came out was a piercing scream.

Ripple after ripple of pure bliss washed over her as she watched her husband enjoy the show she had just put on. Once she finally calmed down, she noticed that her husband was sporting a huge hard-on. Then she frowned.

"Why the in hell are you watching me masturbate? When the fuck did you get in?" she said trying to catch her breath.

Her reaction surprised him.

"I just got in from a long day at work and I heard some sweet noises coming from upstairs and I got curious. Why would you rather bring yourself pleasure and not let me touch you?" he asked with a frown on his face.

"Why is it a problem? Don't you always get off on the oral sex I give you? I thought I was giving my all to you and apparently that's not enough." She started covering herself.

"Why is it such a huge problem with me touching you? Why is it that you can only give me blow jobs and I can't do the same for you? Are you afraid that you won't give you same pleasure as you gave me?"

"You know you men can be really confusing. I thought giving you the best oral sex of your life would be enough for you, but no, you have to have more from me. And another thing why are you bringing this up now?"

"Because this is the first time I have ever seen you go into an orgasmic state and I am not the cause of it. What's the problem sweetie? Is it something I have done or won't do? Why is it that in the five months we have been married we only had oral sex, and now I caught you with a toy bringing yourself to a climax?"

"Because you might not know how to satisfy me the way I want to."

"How would I ever know if won't let me in, talk to me, tell me what should I do. You are my wife you should be able to tell me things I need to know."

She sat there for a minute and then turned around to stare at him. He had a look of pure confusion and anger as he stared back at her. She always thought if you gave a man something really great he wouldn't ask more from you, but she guessed she was wrong. She decided she needed to cut this conversation short now.

"You know what I am very tired. Can we just forget this and go to bed?"

With a disappointed sigh Samson had no other choice but to let the subject go. "Yeah I guess we could." With no other words Samson went into the bathroom to prepare for bed.

Once the bathroom door was closed Treasure felt a pang of guilt in the pit of her stomach when she saw the look on her husband's face. She never thought it was that important that she wouldn't let him return the favor, but apparently it was important to him.

Shaking the thought out of her head she turned to her left side facing wall so she wouldn't be facing Samson. When the bathroom door opened she feel how tense he was as he marched over to the bed. With no words he got under the covers and went to sleep facing her back. For a while Treasure could have sworn that he was staring daggers at her back.

It took a while for her finally fall asleep, but when she did it was restless.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Wow you taste good. I would never have guessed that black pussy would taste this good. I could stay down here for hours."

"OOhhh are you sure this is your first time eating a pussy, because you seem like a pro at it." Raelynn said to the pretty Asian below her.

Her name was Jessica Wong and she applying for a job at Fem Bitch. The moment she walked through the door of her office there was an instant attraction towards the girl. And she knew that Jessica felt the same way. They were flirting throughout the interview. Raelynn knew it was wrong but she couldn't help herself she liked this girl, and the girl liked her, and plus she was the boss.

Now they were back at her place sipping on wine, and having a great rump in the sack. It all started out with Raelynn going down on Jessica. Then once Jessica climaxed it was her turn to go down Raelynn. And when Rae came she just laid while Jessica continue to lick her. That girl really liked the vayjayjay.

Although she had her fun, Raelynn couldn't take another orgasm. "Hey can you please get up. I don't think I can have another roller coaster ride after the one you just gave me."

"Sure." The girl hoped up on the bed next to Raelynn and just stared at her. Jessica couldn't help but to smile at her potential new lover. She was so excited that she can finally come out as a bisexual, and the simple fact her new boss was the first girl she hooked up with.

"Miss Washington may I say how good it feels to finally be able to explore my sexuality without consequences. I am so excited to be working with you, and so very happy that now I can confine into someone that understands me."

Rae looked over to the girl surprised that they just met today and she was already pouring out her heart to her. She was not ready for a relationship anytime soon. With thoughts running through her head on how to end this situation pretty soon before it gets ugly, she put on her best business woman smile, and said kind words to her.

"I am glad that you feel this way Jessica. And as a young woman you should explore your options more frequently. You are twenty years old the world is in your hands you can do whatever you want, and whoever you want. Ok sweetie." Rae put an extra sweetness to her voice.

"Ok." Jessica had a feeling that she would like this woman from the get go. She was smart, skinny, a successful woman of color that she could look up to. Not only that, she was pretty fucking hot.

Jessica couldn't wait to start working for her at the magazine. It would be amazing.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Oh my God those evil bitches can't do that. How could those evil bitches do that? They were my clients first." Treasure heard Raelynn shouting over the phone.

"You know what, let them bitches go then ok. I don't have time to deal with this shit anymore." She hung up the phone with vehemence. Treasure had never seen her this upset before.

"Hey what's wrong?"

Raelynn looked over to Treasure standing in the door way. "Some assholes from Fatal magazine stole our top two clients, now I am in a big fucking hole." She said grabbing the bridge of her nose.

If Raelynn would have known that running a magazine would this stressful she would have decline Susan's offer in the first place. Running a magazine can be hard work sometimes, and other times it can be very fun, but right now Raelynn was having a very hard time. She needed a massage ASAP.

"So what are you going to do about it?"

"There's nothing I can do about it. They chose to go over there and there's nothing else I can do about it, but go and get a massage." She looked over to the clock on the wall. Within ten minutes she was able to leave her troubles behind, and let them be wash away with a glass of chardonnay.

Treasure stood there staring at her friend, and a thought of concern went through her head. She was worried about Rae.

Not wanting to talk about her work anymore she asked Treasure about her life. "How are things going at home with your hubby? Are you still interested in this bet? Because we can call it quits right now."

"Hell no. This thing is still on. Why did you ask? Are you trying to back out now?"

"Don't know, just asking out of curiosity. The few times I met him he seemed really sweet, but that was only the few times." 

Rae's office alarm clock went off. It was time to go. "Hey I am heading over to the spa, want to join me?"

"No I am going to head on home and relax a little, and think things through. See you Monday."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Treasure was sitting in the living room when she heard Samson coming in the house. He walked towards the couch with determination in his eyes.

"We need to talk."

"Ok. About what?"

"About us. Hell, we mainly need to talk about you."

Treasure looked up surprised at his statement. "Me? What about me?"

"Do you even like me Treasure?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"A simple question, really do you even like me?"

"Yeah I mean I guess. Where the hell did this come from?"

"Well it sure in the hell didn't come out of nowhere. You have been cold and distant to me ever since we got married and it's not fair that every time I ask you what's wrong, you just brush it off like it's nothing."

"Oh my fucking God I can't believe we are having this conversation."

"Well believe it honey. I am tired of you giving me the cold shoulder, especially when it comes to sex. I should not have to beg you to let me touch you once in a while. I should not have to feel like it's something about me that repulses you so much, so what is it?"

"Oh my fucking God can we please just drop this subject. I really don't want to talk about it. You are making me angry."

"Holy fuck. How can I be the one to make you angry, when you are the one that has been nothing but a complete bitch. All I am asking is why I can't touch you once in a while."

"Why is it so freaking important Samson? So what if I like to get off by myself, what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is the fact that you are not willing to give me something more than a daily blow job. We have been married for five months now, and the only sexual activity we have is you giving me a bj, without me touching you. I would like for once to be inside of you as you come to a climax, smile and relish the fact that I was the one who gave it to you. I want you watch you glow as you come back down from the magnificent pleasure that I can give you." 

Just him mentioning trying to pleasure her but knowing she won't allow it had further made him more heated and not in a good way.

Treasure glared at him. But he was glaring back at her, too.

"So is that why you are pissed at me, because you are jealous that I take my own pleasure in my own hands. Wow Samson you have sunk to an all new low, you being jealous of me taking my own pleasure."

"It's not about you taking your own pleasure Treasure. It's about you being open with me, letting me in, trusting me, sharing yourself with me. It's not only about sex, it's about you and your issues here, and you guarding yourself every time we are around each other. It's about you not letting me give you the same pleasure you gave me because you are repulsed by my touch. You weren't like this while we were dating Treasure, hell if I would have known that you would do a whole 180 on me I would have thought twice about marrying you." 

Samson eyes widen in shock as the words had already left his lips. He wanted so badly to take them back but Treasure was already on his tail.

"Ohhhhhh, I get it now, you want a little sex kitten that hops on your cock every time you walk through the door huh?"

"That's not what...."

"No that 's exactly what you are talking about Sam. You want some young energetic barely legal sex pot that you can just fuck whenever you feel like it. Apparently me giving you the best bj's you will ever come across is not good enough for you, you just have to have more don't ya? So I guess now that I old am an old tired cow that you want some new meat is that it, Sam?"

"Look if you just shut up for one minute and let me explain myself, you will--."

"NO SAMSON. You are the one that needs to shut up and let me talk. Do you honestly think that I love blowing you almost every other night hmmm? Do you?" 

Samson was not only angry now, but shocked as well. He had always thought Treasure done the things she did was because she loved doing it, not because it was her duty. His mother always told him whenever a wife does something for her man as a duty rather than out of an act of the love she has for him or because she wants to, then they will have a rocky relationship.

Now it pained him that Treasure was only giving him oral sex because she thought it was her duty, and not because she wanted to.

"Well fuck, if that's the case, I don't want to be in jail for sexually assaulting you. You are a confused bitch. If sucking my dick disgusts you so bad then don't do it, you don't have a fucking obligation to me." Samson was now halfway yelling at her.

"You were right I should have never started this conversation in the first place. I am sorry that I bothered you from your ice queeness tonight. Goodnight I am going to sleep in the spare bedroom, and use my hand as a pussy. See you in the morning."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Rae you are one crazy bitch you know that?"

The woman asking that question had been one of Raelyyn's good friends since college. Although, Rae wouldn't call her the best of friends like her and Treasure, but they were still good friends.

Raelynn looked up at Tasha and smiled. Raelynn have never had a problem being called a bitch actually she liked the fact that people thought she was a bitch, because to her knowledge people would not cross her. With a slight smile she responded to her friend.

"Now Tasha why would you think that of me so early in the morning?"

"Because, although you are a crazy bitch, you are a right on crazy bitch." 

Raelynn just looked at her friend, confused at what she was saying.

Tasha sat there, took a deep breath and exhaled, letting all her emotions pour out. "You were right about my husband Donald. I found him cheating on me with another woman, a younger woman at that."

"Oh my God, are you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I was just pissed off that at first I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, but when I got this gut feeling that he was two timing me. I couldn't help but to go with what you were saying from the beginning."

"Mm-hm keep going. I know this is painful but please let out all your misery. It's good for your soul."

"I have noticed changes in his behavior one day when he came home from work late. It was around two a.m. and had this stupid smiling look on his face as he stumbled in drunk. He stunk of perfume, liquor, and cigarettes. When I asked where he had been he just laughed in my face telling me not to worry about it, and went upstairs to go to sleep."

"The following day when I was doing laundry I found lipstick marks on the back of his collared business shirt. I never brought it up because I knew he would only just lie to my face about it."

"Oh honey that's awful."

"Wait there's more. So one day when I was out shopping at the mall I went into this new clothing store called Desire, and I saw my sister working there and she told me that she saw my husband there with a girl with blond hair that looked to be about eighteen. She said they went on this extravagant shopping spree buying lingerie, beautiful dresses, designer jeans, and jewelry." Tasha felt the pain she tried to suppress for so long rise up again.




The Bet Ch. 02



"He had spent over five hundred dollars on her. Later that he had cancelled dinner reservations because he said he was called in at the office, but I knew better. He went to have dinner with that jiggly blonde bitch." 

The thought of Tasha's cheating husband spending money on some other girl and not his wife really made her mad. That was just one of the reasons why she did not like men all that much. Not only did the bastard cheat on her with another woman, but he was also spending money on her too. In her opinion that was a major blow to the woman's ego, especially if she was a housewife. And that one word sent a chill down her spine.

"So that night I sat there and cried knowing that the man I love would rather spend more time with someone that's younger than me. I had to go into the mirror to see what he saw in me, to see if my husband thought I was ugly or not."

"Oh Tasha you are not ugly, you are beautiful."

"Thanks. I thought that until a few lesbians tried hit on me the other day, but anyways I will get back to that in a minute. So once I knew for a fact that he was cheating on me I have decided to call up my sister who is a lawyer and asked could she help me divorce him."

Raelynn instantly felt her heart skip with joy. She had always liked the idea of a divorce. She liked it for the mere fact that she saw it as a nice solution to give someone what they really wanted. But she also felt very sad for her friend because she knew she was a housewife with a new baby. And that she would not get any money from the divorce.

"Baby cakes aren't you a housewife? How are you going to survive?"

A smile spread across her friend's face. "Those lesbians I was talking about earlier? Well, they offered me a job at this club called Amazon. Although it's a gay strip club, and men are more than welcome to come as long as they pay twice as much as the women, they are really nice, very clean, and the customers there are so generous. So anyways where was I? I scheduled a meeting with the lawyer and we both suggested that I should pretend like was leaving for the weekend. That I knew he had off so we can catch him in the act, and just demand that he sign the papers."

"Good girl. Did you catch him?" Raelynn said with a wink.

"Oh yeah I did. That Thursday I told him I would be spending time with my family a few towns over and I was going to take our son along. Come Friday evening when my sister and I snuck back into the house we could hear the moans, groans and heavy breathing coming from upstairs. The girl was really loud calling my husband 'daaadddddy' which really disgusted me. So I waited just outside our bedroom for the right moment to burst in. Once we heard them reaching their climax we knew it was the appropriate time." 

"Oh my god I can't believe this."

"Well believe it. To say he was shocked is an understatement. Once we burst through those doors he looked like he almost pissed himself, and the girl was so scared she jumped in the air like she saw a rat run across the floor. He tried to get up from the bed to explain to me why he was fucking another girl, but I was so angry that I just began beating him. I kicked him, punch, pulled his hair, hell I even spat on him. And the tramp that he was with had the nerve to say something, but before she could get any words out her mouth my sister slapped her in it."

Raelynn couldn't help but to let out a little chuckle at her friends statement. Not only was she able to subdue her awful husband, she was also able to give the whore he was with a good slap too.

"I shoved the divorce papers in his face and asked that he sign them, he refused at first because that's what men do, they are lying cheating dogs that once you forgive once they are determined to cheat on you again just so they purposely can hurt because it gives them a hard on. He kept refusing to sign the papers until I had to finally give him a good kick to the balls in order for him to get what he wanted." At that statement Raelynn was confused.

"He wanted to be divorce then changed his mind?"

"No. I have always thought that if someone cheats on their spouse deep down inside they really want a divorce because they can't truthful honest about what they want, they are not honest with themselves when they first get together in the first place, and for that reason they obviously want a divorce. So in reality I gave Donald what he wanted, and that was a divorce." 

Raelynn just had to shake her head at Tasha, now she was a single mother probably living on the streets because of some man.

"So where are you living now?"

"With my sister. She has a five bedroom house, and I am sleeping in a room that's big enough for me, and Donald Jr. Not only that, I making good enough money at the club to support me and D.J. but I will be able to move out of Annie's house pretty soon. She said that I don't have to of course. She said I could stay as long as I like." 

Raelynn smiled a genuine smile, she was glad that her friend was able to make it on her own without the support of her husband at all. But there was one burning question.

"So what about your husband? What's he's doing now is he still with that girl?"

"Don't know, and don't give a shit. He has been calling me ever since I left the house."

"What does he want?"

"Don't know. I don't answer his calls. So anyways enough about me what about you honey, what have you been up to recently?" 

Raelynn fought back the tears that stung her eyes, she really did not want to bring up her magazine troubles out, but she had get it off her chest.

"Everything was fine up until recently. I had some financial troubles with the magazine and had models swiped from under me. The magazine is not doing all that great and I am afraid that I will have to cut back on some things in order for it to succeed. Hell I might have to even lay off a few employees which I really do not want to do. And on top of all of that, I might even have to get a second job just so I don't go completely broke. It's just my life is going to hell at the moment and I am trying to not let it affect me in any kind of way." 

Tasha saw her friend's distress and went to hug her.

For all the years Tasha has known Raelynn she had never seen her so upset. She was a strong independent black woman and she should remain that way. Raelynn was the one person that every woman should look up to for guidance in their lives. At first she thought Raelynn was just a crazy feminist bitch that didn't have any good dick in a long time. All that changed once she actually got to know her a little more. She was not some crazy feminist bitch after all, she just a woman that would not let anything hold her back. She was wrong for misjudging her at first glance.

"Listen sweetie you are the most powerful woman I know next to my mother. You cannot and will not let anything hold you down and trample you into submission. Your magazine will come out fine, and if that means getting a second job, or doing cut backs then that's what you have to do. Please do not cry you will get through this I know you will. And if you need anything, even that second job just call me, and I will see if there's an opening at Amazon's, ok"

"Ok." Raelynn was glad that she had a shoulder to rely on. There has been so much going through her life she just wanted to break down and cry. But deep now inside Raelynn knew there will be more trials and tribulations to come.

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The Bet Ch. 02



Greetings,

1. I'm not sure about your fantasy world, but mine has no STD's. If I'm thinking about what it would feel like to do whatever to whomever, I'm not going to stop myself and find out if the mental picture has anything communicable. 

2. Some people don't like details and want the story to move along. My mind doesn't work in 5000 word segments and I feel like you lose the fullness of a story. That said, if the twisted dust bunnies in my head decide to detour into something, I'll let them go and see where it ends up.

I would like to thank "takemeaway my love" for the assistance. 

Thanks for taking the time, and please feel free to comment through the Lit profile, leave a comment or vote. That's the only way I know what you like and what you don't. I gave up mind reading when I got divorced.

TNC

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Stacy smelled the bubble bath and sighed happily in the aftermath of the orgasm she was sure had killed her. She could still feel the tongue that had done her in, slithering through her lips, and reached down to make sure Scott wasn't snorkeling in her bath. After coming up empty handed, she was contemplating going on a safari to find the mate to her beast, when the door opened. Looking over, she felt the improbable sensation of her body tingling when she saw him walk back in. 

"Hi there, beautiful, welcome back," he said and leaned in to kiss her. 

He had stopped long enough to wipe off the worst of what she had left on his face, but from her reaction he knew he had missed some. 

Stacy smiled when she heard him, her scent on his lips masked by the roses in her bath until the last moment. Her hunger spiked when she tasted his lips, and she hid her grin, tipping him forward into the bath with her after he put the glasses down. 

"I missed you," she said and kissed him again. 

The pair spent the time in the tub waiting for the notoriously small hot water heater to recover, letting their hands wander across the newly discovered vistas of their lover's body. Forgoing the play time in the interest of not losing any feeling in their extremities, they finished rinsing off and washing the other's hair with a minimum amount of groping. That all changed when they started drying off. 

Her grin spread across her face when she saw her shoes. Ensuring she had his full attention, she slid one foot in her shoe and bent from the waist to fasten the strap. Knowing that she was deliberately putting her body on display for Scott was making her pussy even hungrier. She felt him behind her, the head of his cock bouncing next to her pouting lips, and pressed back against it when she stepped into the second shoe, spinning into his arms after it was fastened.

Stacy had waited as long as she could, and pulled him down for a kiss, her knee climbing to his waist. When she felt his hand holding it, she used it to press herself up to wrap her legs around his waist.

"The bed's right there, baby, throw me on it and fuck me silly," she panted in between kisses. She took his mouth again and her hips started mashing her clit against his stomach, her ankles locking behind his back. 

Scott smiled and started putting her down, kissing her offered neck. He wasn't ready for the growl when he started moving on. The hand in his hair pulled his lips back to hers, Stacy's tongue expressing her rapidly expanding desire. When she gave him the other side of her neck, he let her drive and found his lips just above her collarbone. Kissing and nibbling only earned him a snarl and a sore nose. 

"Right there, baby...Scott...not your tongue, use your FUCKING TEETH!...harder...yessss baby, put your brand on me and let everyone know I'm yours."

Stacy shocked even herself, not enough to get him to stop though. She had never wanted something like that, even remotely, and felt the heat spread through her when she figured out that she was thinking about how to wear her hair and what clothes would show it off the best. The tingle at the spot she had Scott's mouth had turned to a heady mix of pain and pleasure. 

Scott was multi-tasking. He was doing his best to feed the desires of his lady, all the while fighting to keep his own in check. The fur and fangs almost made it through when she screamed for him to use his teeth on her. The picture of her hands above her head, her legs spread and her pussy gaping open goaded the beast to try its bonds again. He barely caught his hands reaching for her nipples, the desire to pull and twist them making his cock jump. 

Stacy felt him tense and mentally urged his fingers closer to her desperate nipples. Screaming silently when they stopped short, she reached for one and helped it finish the trip, feeling him resisting. The resistance ceased when he made it to the hardened nubs, although she could still feel the tentative movements. Putting her hand over his, she pressed his fingers to close them over her nipples, and squeezed. She kept the pressure up until they reached the pleasure/pain threshold, and had him pull and twist. 

The orgasm that she had been holding at bay sped toward her, and she gave herself to the beast, her other self standing off to the side watching. All she felt was desire and started rubbing her pussy against anything of Scott's she could get to. She grabbed his head and shoved it down to her chest, screaming when she felt his teeth close on her nipple. The harder he bit, the hotter she burned. 

"Bite them...harder, dammit...Scott, baby...pull them harder...please...oh fuck I'm cumming," She had found his hip with her pussy and used it to push her over the edge, "Fuck me...put your cock in me and fuck me, please baby."

Scott felt her nails in his ass when she started rubbing against him, and opened the gate for the cage inside him. He felt his lips pulling back, the snarl breaking loose, feeling his hands shaking as the passion burned through him. Grabbing her tits, he squeezed each of them harder, the flesh pressing up between his spread fingers. Feeling the heat of her pussy rubbing against him, he gave himself the needed permission to take her offered body. 

Stacy gasped when she felt his hands mauling her tits, and then again when she felt him shifting between her legs, her pussy still clinching after her most recent orgasm. "Fuck me, Scott...if you tease me, I'm going to snatch that fucker off and use it without you."

Scott didn't answer; he just grabbed his throbbing cock and slipped the head between her pussy lips on the way to her clit. Watching her face, he started painting her clit and pussy with a mixture of their cum, and smiled when he saw her hips start trying to catch up with his cock. He was making another pass and she reached for his cock, his hand stopping her. When he caught the other, he put them over her head. 

"You'll get it when I'm ready," he growled and wrapped her fingers around the spindles in the headboard, "hold on to those."

Stacy thought that she could feel her heartbeat in her clit. The tone in his voice set off ripples that were centered on the erect nub, spreading through the rest of her body, as she found herself obeying. She pulled her legs up and out, the sides of her shoes resting on his shoulders, offering her pussy to him. When he continued the slow torture, she reached down for her clit again, yelping when his palm landed on her upturned ass. The heat from the swat was almost enough to push her into the next orgasm, and she reached for her clit again. This time it was enough, and she pressed her gasping pussy up, silently begging him to eat her. 

Scott watched Stacy obey him and then he remembered the heels. The look in her eyes told him all he needed to know, and grabbed the three inch long spikes using them using them as handles. She was his to do with as he pleased, the trust in her eyes affirming the notion. Grabbing her heels in one hand, he pushed her feet over her head, folding her in half. 

With her hips rotated and her legs spread, he found her wide open pussy staring at him, drawing his mouth. Forcing himself to slow down, he turned his head and started slowly working his way up her inner thigh, her breathing getting more ragged the higher he went. The sexy noises stayed small until he made it to the crease between her thigh and her pussy, his tongue shifting into neutral. 

"Scott, don't you dare...no you asshole, eat me!...right ther...FUCK...ohhhhh," her tirade tapering off when his hand slapped her ass. 

"Oh shit, yes," she moaned and took her other hand loose, reaching for her quivering pussy. 

Scott was watching the fires growing in Stacy's eyes and smiled when she started flying apart. When his hand stung after the first swat, he started to apologize but stopped short when he heard the moan. He was just registering her response when he saw her other hand darting between her legs, two fingers sliding inside. Jerking her fingers out, he flipped her over on her stomach and held both of her hands above her head with one of his. The other he brought down on her ass, another hand print rising to the surface, watching her lips spreading apart as the pressure inside started rising. 

"One more, baby...please," he heard faintly through the pillow she had between her teeth. 

He waited quietly until she started squirming and shifting, trying to get some contact. Dragging his fingernails up the inside of her legs made her squeeze her legs together, his palm descending on her rapidly coloring ass. "Open them," he said after he leaned over to whisper in her ear. 

He saw the strained look on her face when she turned her head to look at him, a moan escaping from deep inside to slip through her lips. 

He started his nails on their journey again, stopping when she closed her legs again, a giggle escaping between sighs. When she spread them open again, he popped her ass, his fingertips coming down on her wet pussy due to his moving target. Her eyes flew open wide, and he saw the mouth of her pussy pulsing when her orgasm started. 

"Please, baby," was all he heard against the soundtrack of her passion. 

Stacy was dissolving. There had never been a shred of submission in her, and she was acting like a bitch in heat for him. The smacks on her ass were skipping the pain step and went straight to pleasure. She felt her cum running down to soak the comforter under her, and his nails were driving her insane. The higher they got, the more ticklish she was, and they went shut automatically. She cringed when she heard the begging tone, but he had stretched her to that point. 

Unable to stop her thighs from closing, she felt the anticipation building while she waited for the next stinging swat. When his fingers caught her swollen lips and clit, she felt the ground shift under her and her muscles clinching, her orgasm making it hard to breathe. She felt his hands rolling her on to her back, her feet being raised over her head, and then a meaty smack when his cock came down on her begging pussy. 

"Oh fuck yes, sweetheart...please slip it in...nooooooo...give it to me...please, Scott...oh shit that's good." Stacy knew she was babbling, but she was unable to stop when she felt the big head stroking her clit, "Fuck me...take my pussy...DO ME, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

Scott felt the tightness building and hearing her walking the plank, pressed him to the breaking point. Pressing the head down through her lips, he watched her eyes, a dangerous gleam flashing when he passed up her opening. On his way back to her clit, he found a hand in his hair, pulling his mouth to hers, the other set of nails buried in his ass. 

Stacy sucked his tongue into her mouth and dug her nails into his ass, reaching the point that her primal instincts surfaced, the only thing registering was her need. 

"Stuff that nasty prick in me and take ME GODDAMMIT!" 

Scott felt his cock pulsing like it was breathing, and he went along for the ride when it answered the demand from his out of control lady. With her words still ringing in his ears, he felt the head slipping through the tight mouth of her pussy. Groaning and shoving himself in, he felt her cervix kiss the head. 

"Fuck yessssss, fuck me, Scott. Use me, sweetheart," Stacy screamed and dug the other five nails into him. 

Holding her ankles, he pulled back and lunged into her, their hips banging together. He repeated that for a few strokes and let go of her legs, groaning when he felt her lock her ankles over her hands that were locked on his ass. He looked in her eyes during the kiss, and started twisting his hips as he bottomed out, the head stirring her depths. 

Stacy felt the cock that had been her tormentor, forcing her open and pressing through her lips until she was full. Nothing had prepared her for the feeling of completion that flooded through her, and she felt the small spasms that signaled another orgasm in a seemingly endless chain of them. 

"I love you, baby...fuck me, Scott, oh shit, just like that."

Scott had started a slow rhythm that he thought he could maintain, until he looked in her eyes again. What started as a deliberate pace ended up being a primal mating. Reaching up, he slipped his fingers around her nipples and pinched them, twisting when he felt the new flood of heat around his cock. He lost himself in her eyes and held on to his control by his fingernails, the wet squelching noise each thrust made stretching it farther. 

Pulling back from a mutual attempt to pull the other's tongue out of their mouths, Scott dropped his teeth to Stacy's nipples. Biting them and when he pulled back, he felt a fresh wave of wet heat on his cock. 

"Fuck that's good," Scott groaned and rolled over, putting her on top. "I love you too, sweetheart...now use that cock and FUCK ME, BITCH!" 

Stacy found herself spitted on the cock embedded in her pussy when Scott flipped them over. She watched his face when she pressed down until her wet lips were nestled around the base of his cock. The beast was snarling and finally broke free after the brief eye contact when he told her he loved her. 

His hands wrapped around her hips like they had in the bathroom, but this time he lifted her up until just the head was left inside her. He punctuated the word "bitch" with a brutal yank that he met with his hips slamming up. She felt his fingers digging into her, but all she cared about was the thick cock banging her senseless. She lasted for about fifteen seconds of the battering her pussy was taking, and started letting the neighbors know that she was the recipient of a world class fucking. 

She opened her eyes, and looked into the mirror image of what she was feeling. Unable to stop, she watched her nails leaving angry red welts on his chest, and she leaned forward, her teeth sinking into the skin on his neck when the next wave hit her. 

"Fuck me, Scott...harder, fuck the shit out of me...goddammit, HARDER, YOU NASTY BASTARD!" 

Stacy felt the response and lost the ability to do anything but hang on and enjoy the ride when he started hammering up into her. The spasms that nearly doubled her over were overlapping each other and formed an upward spiral. Something caught her attention and she felt him lifting her off of him. 

Scott felt the cum racing up his cock and panic flashed through him. He grabbed her waist and started pulling her up, hoping he could make it. He was in the middle of beating himself up about not wearing a rubber, and heard what she said. 

"NO! Give me your cum...shoot it in me...fill me up, baby...I'm on the fucking pill, now give...me...your...fucking...CUM!"

With a yell, Scott buried the head of his cock and his balls let go completely. He was pretty sure that he was done biologically after the fifth or sixth time they convulsed, but that didn't stop the physical part from continuing. When he opened his eyes, his face was covered in dark hair and Stacy was shivering on top of him; the wet drips landing on his chest were daggers to his heart. 

"I'm sorry Stacy, I jus...," stopping when he didn't have a clue what to stay. 

"For what, sweetheart?" her voice raspy from screaming, "For teasing me so long or for fucking me so damned good?" 

Scott looked up into the teary eyes, and saw the happy smile underneath. His eyes slid to the hickeys and felt her lips on his, her tongue teasing its way into his mouth. He tried to pull away twice and felt her grip in his hair get tighter each time. Once he relaxed into the kiss, she let go and made him forget the hickeys. 

"Did you ever hear me tell you to quit?" Stacy asked quietly after she pulled back from his lips, "Did you feel the way you made me drip when you did these?"

Stacy took his fingers on a tour of all the spots that were still tingling, letting out a low moan when they made it to the places on her inner thighs. She watched his expression change from self-loathing to happiness, his smile warming her as much as his touch. Scott had opened the door to her passionate and hedonistic side and gave her the safety and security to explore them both. 

Scott felt his heart break free of its lead cocoon when he understood what Stacy was saying. He briefly considered exploring the sticky warmth when she ran his fingers across the bite marks he had left on her inner thighs, but figured that they both could use a break. After helping her up he pulled her back in for another kiss.

"I love you. Now I think we need to figure out where some food is," and smiled, "although as good as you taste, maybe we should stay here." 

Scott watched the effect of what he said spread through her, the soft moan having its own set of side effects on him.

Stacy grabbed his hand and pressed his finger between her still dripping lips and rode it for a few seconds before bringing it to her lips to clean. Their combined fluids coated his finger and with a look of pure eroticism, she stared at him, her lips parting and sucked it just like it was his cock. When she pulled her lips off of the tip, the eroticism turned to devilish, and she grabbed him and shoved her tongue into his mouth. She watched the surprise on his face and the puzzled look as he tried to decide about the taste. 

"Fuck, you're incredible. Have I told you I love you lately?" Scott paused and then let his lips talk for him. 

Every time his tongue touched a new spot, she felt the impossible feeling of the return of her desire. She started pressing him back, her nipples jabbing into his chest and used the rejuvenated cock in her hand to steer them back to the bed. When his legs hit the mattress, she pushed him back and followed him. 

Turning the tables on him, she started kissing his thighs, her nipples trailing along his skin. She smelled their mixed fluids and moaned, her mouth drawn to the source as she forgot the teasing that was to be payback for the way he had teased her earlier. She made the mistake of looking up, her eyes immediately drawn to the cock that was bouncing in the air, and could see where their cum had flowed earlier. 

Feeling the fence that Scott had torn down earlier disappear altogether, her alter ego stalked through her mind. The image that came to mind was that of a sleek leopard, nose held high to catch the scent before flowing toward the source. It was about that time that she looked farther up and saw the mate to her inner beast in his eyes, watching her. 

She could see the hunger flaring in the steady gaze, the low rumble in his chest inviting her closer. The mental image of her offering up her body to him for his pleasure flashed through her mind. She was face down on the bed with her ass pushed high into the air, waiting for him to take her. 

Scott watched her crawl after him where he had landed after she pushed him over, her eyes stopping when she saw the glistening remains of their orgasms coating his cock. He watched as she took a deep breath and started licking her way up his thigh, the rounded globes of her ass tantalizingly out of reach and he forced himself to be patient. He could feel the heat rising inside, the closer she got to his cock. 




The Bet Ch. 02



He was still a little subdued, the memory of the bites and hand prints throwing up cautionary flags, her assurances too fresh to set him at ease. When he saw the look in her eyes, all thoughts of flags and caution turned to ash in the heat he saw and had to grab the comforter to keep from grabbing her head. 

Scott threw his head back to try to head off the inevitable visit from his furry friend, and spent a few seconds trying to set some ground rules. When he looked down into the submissive look she was giving him, he grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and made sure it remembered that she was his lady. He felt the barely restrained presence sharing his eyes when they looked at her, the need to sink his teeth into her neck and take her almost too much to handle. 

The sound that came from him surprised him. He wasn't sure what it meant, but the other part of Stacy responded by pushing her face to his balls and shoving her ass higher. It took all he had to not grab her hair and stuff his cock down her throat, and redirected his hand to his shaft, rubbing the head around her face. 

"Stick your tongue out," he heard and didn't recognize the voice, but saw the smile as she slipped her tongue through her lips. Slowly rubbing the head around her face, he avoided her searching tongue and the frustrated snarl told him more than words could. She may be his, but that didn't mean she was going to be passive about it. 

Grabbing her hair to move it so he could watch what she was doing, he heard her moan. Giving it an experimental tug pulled the same sound from her, and when he used it to move her face around, the volume started climbing. He pulled her past his cock and to his lips, ignoring the hungry whine, and kissed her softly. 

Scott looked in her eyes when they pulled back and saw her love and trust shining through. He also saw the passionate part that needed to be dominated and controlled. Pulling her back for another kiss, he felt her shivering, her need reaching the boiling point. 

"I love you, Stacy," he whispered in her ear when they pulled back the second time. 

"I love you too, sweetheart."

The vulnerable tone brought the animal inside him back, and his hand slipped up her back and into her hair. Giving himself to his alter ego, he stepped to the side, watching her head being pulled back and heard the whimpers from her lips. He looked down and saw her hard and swollen nipples adding their own pleas to the mix, and smiled. They would get their turn; eventually. 

Pulling with the hand wrapped in her hair bared her throat, the hickeys already there hardly registering, and leaned in. He stopped his teeth just short of them closing on the soft skin, a part of his mind putting the brakes on at the last minute. It was one thing to put them someplace visible when she gave him permission, but he drew the boundary at the neck line. Below that was a completely different story and slid his lips down her neck until they settled in her cleavage. 

Stacy's muscles tensed when his teeth were descending on her throat, her breath coming in gasps as she gave herself completely to him. The cry that escaped when she felt him move away from her neck was filled with passion and longing, and she knew that if he wanted to cover her in hickeys she would let him. She was still coming to grips with that realization when she felt him sucking the skin next to her nipple through his teeth. 

Reveling in the knowledge that she was being marked again, she felt the wetness running down her thighs. The picture of him taking her flashed through her mind again and only the hand in her hair kept her face out of the mattress. 

"Fuck yes...use your teeth...take my tits, baby," she begged between gasps. 

Scott smiled when he heard her tone and turned his head to blow on her nipple, the slow shiver spreading outward from the hardened bud of flesh. With a low growl, he started covering the swells of each breast with small nips, her hips were moving in circles that grew with each red mark he left. Letting go of her hair, he brought his hands up to squeeze her tits hard enough to leave white marks in the firm flesh, the volume of her moans climbing the harder he squeezed. 

Stacy gasped when he let go of her hair and looked down to watch as he covered her tits with little red nips. They started out feeling like pinches and turned to little lightning bolts zapping her clit when he moved to the next spot. Her pussy was dripping again and she could feel his cock touching her ass when she started exaggerating her hip movement. 

The sly smile she saw added to the tingle between her legs, and she held her breath when his teeth grazed her nipple on the way back to her cleavage. Each time his teeth went past, she would grit her teeth, waiting for the bite that would set her off. When she felt both of his hands using her hair to pull her back toward his cock she resisted, making him force her down. Any other time it would have been too much pain, this time she pulled against him and let the snarl out that had been building. 

Scott was fighting his own fight. He could have easily grabbed her and put her anywhere he wanted to, but that's not what she needed. She needed to know she was safe no matter where they ended up, and wanted someone strong enough to push her higher and then catch her when it was over. When he heard the harsh sound coming from her, he knew he was right in the sweet spot; too much would have been shriller and not enough would have been softer and subdued. 

Renewing his insistence, he reached down and popped her ass with a stinging blow. Her eyes widened and her lips bared her teeth, but he saw the hint of a smile under it all. Slipping his other hand back into her hair, he kept the firm downward pressure on her until he heard the groan he was waiting for; she had made it far enough for their scent to invade her senses. 

This time he needed his grip to keep her from going too fast and held her mouth just out of reach of his cock. He had to stifle a moan when he saw her tongue slip out trying to reach her target. 

"Give it to me, dammit!" 

Stacy felt like she was in an erotic blender. Everything he did translated into fuel for her fire, and their combined scent was driving her nuts. Keeping him busy with trying to keep her away from his cock, she shifted her hips and straddled his leg, rubbing and humping it. The first pass of her hips pushed her over the edge. 

"Shit, I'm cumming!" 

Scott felt the heat on his leg and reacted too slowly to catch her before she ground against it. He wasn't ready for the ferocity or the eroticism that were both radiating from her as she slammed her clit into his leg. When he finally got his mental feet back under himself, he pressed his thigh tighter between her spread thighs and trapped her against the tight muscles. Grabbing the hair that he still had in his hands, he pressed his cock into her panting mouth, his hips pumping to her rhythm. 

"Take it then!" 

Scott saw a flash of defiance, followed by her eyes rolling back when her body overruled her mind. She had soaked his leg and was trying to swallow him, gagging each time he hit the back of her throat. After a particularly deep thrust, she pulled off with a cough and put her head on his stomach, gasping for air. When he ran his fingers through her hair, she opened her eyes and saw the worried look in his.

"I'm fine sweetheart, just give me a second," she said with a smile. 

When she saw the doubt still there, she leaned back over and sucked his partially softened shaft back through her lips until it bounced off of the back of her throat again. 

"I'll tell you if you go too far baby. But now, please..."

Scott cut her off by sliding his cock back through her lips, fucking her mouth with slow strokes, groaning when she started picking up speed. Shoving his thigh tighter against her pussy, he felt the response reverberating up the fully revived cock she had managed to wedge back into her throat. 

"You know I'm going to have to punish you now," he said and punctuated it with a pop on her ass.

"Do you promise?" 

She looked at him and started grinding her pussy against him, her defiant stare faltering when the pleasure forced her eyes closed. They flew open again when the next swat landed, her pussy spreading another coat of her cum on his leg, and she put his hand back in her hair. Waiting for him to reassert himself she nibbled on the head of his cock, groaning when she felt him grabbing her hair and pressing her back down on his shaft. 

Scott froze when she pulled off, but quickly got his bearings after she recovered. Her reaction to the promised punishment finished removing any doubts and he found his hand on her head, fucking her face like she wanted. Reaching down, he hooked two fingers through the slick opening and started fucking her pussy as she worked it on his leg. Her moans were getting progressively louder and he surprised her by flipping her over and straddling her face, her hands trapped above her head. 

"Fuck my face...use me like a whore and make me drink your cum, give it to me yo...oh fuck!" 

She was cut off by a firm slap to her pussy. Looking up at him she saw the part of him that she desperately needed looking back. She closed her legs around his hand, groaning when she felt his fingers sliding through her wetness, and froze when a finger settled on the tight rosebud of her asshole. 

Stacy had never thought of having her ass played with, but if he wanted it he could have it. Her heartbeat was pounding in her ears when she felt his finger gently circling the tight opening, teasing it open slowly. The moan she was keeping in broke free when he shoved his cock back into her mouth, the tip of his finger matching his strokes. She could taste the precum oozing onto her tongue and pushed back onto the tip of his finger when he pushed deeper into her throat.

Scott was slowly giving himself to the snarling thing growing inside of him, and knew he was almost gone when he heard Stacy gagging and he kept pushing. In his defense, he tried pulling back the first time and ended up with teeth keeping him in place. When he felt her hands wrap around his ass and start pulling him deeper, he could feel the churning in his balls starting. A hand in her hair didn't make an impression on the moaning woman trying to suck him dry, so he wrapped both hands in it and yanked when she was gagging on a particularly adventurous trip down his cock. 

"Give it back...fuck my throat, you fucker...stuff it back in...PUT IT BACK, YOU NASTY BASTARD!"

Ignoring the scream, Scott grabbed her and rolled her over, jamming her face first into the mattress. He held her head in place with one hand and slapped her wet ass with the other, the wet splashing sound bouncing off the walls. 

"Oh fuck yes!" she could feel her pussy quivering and all he had done was flip her over, her hand darted between her legs and pressed her clit hard enough to start another orgasm. The expected smack on her ass stinging and driving her farther into it, the growing heat in her pussy pacing the one Scott was leaving on her ass. Shoving her shoulders harder into the mattress, she dipped her back and raised her ass as high as she could, and reached behind her to hold herself open. 

Unable to hold off, he slid the head through the dripping lips to wet it, and drove it in until the ass that he had jerked off thinking about so many times, rested against his stomach. Grabbing a double fistful of hair, he started pounding her pussy, using it to ride her like she was a horse. He felt her tighten around him and heard her screaming when she flooded his cock again, the lack of friction making it even easier to keep the relentless pace. 

"Harder...harder, oh fuck that's so fucking good." 

Those were the last intelligible sounds she made as she felt the spasms in her pussy turn into a rolling wave of pleasure. She heard the bestial noises coming from the man that was taking her as his, and slammed back into him, her hips rotating to bury the head. One particularly savage thrust shoved the head into her cervix and she felt him swelling, his hips picking up speed as he filled her with his cum. 

Scott didn't recognize any of the noises either was making, and didn't care. The only thing that mattered was taking the wet pussy that she had offered, and grabbed her hips, yanking her back into his thrusts. With one final scream, he jammed his hips against her ass and held her tight, his cum splattering directly into her inner opening. 

Stacy reached behind her and grabbed his ass and pulled him down on the bed with her, their breath coming in ragged gasps. She could still feel the echoes of her orgasms racing through her and having Scott still buried inside and throbbing was extending the pleasure. Calming as the presence of the cock that had taken her so deliciously abated, she rolled over to kiss its owner. 

Scott fell in a sweating heap on top of the shivering, sweating heap under him. His balls were still twitching, trying to give her even more of his, by now non-existent, cum. When it started softening, he tried all of the mind tricks to make it stay firm, not wanting to lose a second of time inside his lady. Sighing when the inevitable happened, he smiled when Stacy's glowing face turned his way. 

"Hi there, you," Scott said and kissed her smiling lips softly, "I love you."

"I love you too, and just so you know, that's just what I needed," her eyes suddenly shy and demure, "I needed you to finish taking the rest of me, and if you let me practice some you can use anything, anytime." 

Stacy smiled when she heard the low moan from him when he heard what she said, "I mean it Scott. I'm yours, and you can do whatever you want. I love you sweetheart."

"I love you too. Are you su...," stopping when he saw the look on her face. 

"Yes, I am," she said and stopped, suddenly unsure, "I don't want to push you into something you don't want though. If you don't wa..." 

This time it was her turn to stop. 

"Why would I walk away from the best thing that's ever happened to me? And why do you think it took me so long, and that you had to start everything?" Scott took his own pause, "I should be the one making the offer for you to walk away."

Stacy answered with a warm smile and a warmer kiss, and settled into the cocoon of completion and contentment. She was still smiling when she fell asleep. 



The Bet Ch. 02



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Author's Note: I apologize - this chapter ends rather abruptly. I'm completely blocked as to how to finish the scene. I rewrote it several times but none were to my liking. I know where the plot is going, but I can't get the specifics of the next little bit right. Any suggestions or comments are extremely welcome. 

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 Allan rose from his seat and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the booth behind him. The lights and noise of the club swirled around me, threatening to become overwhelming; I focused on his grip and tried to block the rest out. Allan stopped and looked around, deciding where we should go.

 "There, that's perfect," he said. 

 I tried to look, but being several inches shorter, I couldn't tell what he was looking at. I think maybe he did it on purpose to keep me in suspense a few moments longer. He tugged me through the crowd until we arrived in front of a Saint Andrew's Cross. He pointed to the floor just next to it. 

 "Kneel there. I have to get things ready."

 I knelt awkwardly in the indicated spot, feeling strange. I hadn't really been asked to kneel by any of my previous partners. I didn't mind it, but some part of my said that I should mind. I ignored it, reminding myself that I had agreed to this. People were passing by and glancing over at Allan and myself, but pretty much moved on when they saw nothing was happening yet. I breathed deeply and placed my hands on my thighs, trying to stop them shaking. Allan didn't scare me exactly, but I was certainly nervous. 

 He promised to let me keep my clothes on, I reminded myself. And if things got too intense, I could always safeword out. I didn't like the idea of doing that, though. It would mean welshing on my bet with Allan, for one thing – being pushed to safeword out wasn't my idea of being properly dominated, but it didn't prove he couldn't dominate me without undressing me. Stalemate, nobody wins. 

 I looked over at Allan to see what he was up to. He met my gaze with the sly, wicked grin I was starting to associate with him – and with trouble. 

 "I'm all set. Come on up."

 I stood and stepped up to the cross, facing it and raising my arms to the restraints. But Allan shook his head. "No, no. Not like that. Turn around." I followed his instructions. As he strapped me in, interested club patrons stopped to watch. I closed my eyes and tried to block them out, feeling slightly humiliated and very exposed, despite all the clothing between my skin and their gazes. 

 Finished with the restraints, Allan stroked my cheek. I relaxed into his touch. 

 "Look at them, Ray." He said softly. "They see what I see now. You're so sexy they can't help but look." 

 I focused my gaze on him instead, and saw the fire in his eyes. In the reflection of his eyes, I could finally see myself the way he described. Instead of feeling unwanted, I felt desired. My spirit felt light in a way that I hadn't felt in a long time. I knew I could handle anything he wanted to do to me, just to keep feeling that desire.

 Allan smiled, as if he knew what I was thinking. Maybe it showed on my face. "That works too." He laced his fingers into my hair and pulled, harder this time than the last. "But from now on, you do what I say." He waited a moment, then jerked downward. "Understood?"

 I winced, the pain and movement momentarily overtaking my body's ability to process it as pleasure. "Yes, sir. I will, sir." As I spoke, Allan lessened his grip on my hair to a pleasurable tug, then released my head.

 "Good. Don't move."

 I thought that command was a bit redundant, due to my position. I was strapped into the Saint Andrew's Cross, spread-eagled. I was small enough compared to the size of the cross that the position put a bit of tension on the muscles in my shoulders and groin. I definitely wasn't going very far. 

 Allan turned and addressed the growing crowd of mildly interested onlookers. "I know it's not common practice to tie subs up while fully dressed. This handsome young man has issued me a challenge and I intend to deliver." This raised some quiet mutters from the crowd, and others stopped when they heard his words. I started to worry again; did they know something about Allan that I didn't? "He thinks I can't successfully scene with him without undressing him. If I am successful in doing so, I win the pleasure of his company for the night. You are all witnesses to our wager."

 Finished with his little piece of oration, Allan turned away from them, leaned down and kissed me, hard enough to knock the breath out of me. His tongue forced its way insistently into my mouth, taking possession. Pressed hard into the cross behind me by his weight, the last possibilities of movement were taken from me. I didn't think I could feel any more restrained than I did by the cross, until he leaned into me. And yet, I was to relax my entire being, body and soul, in a way that I had never before experienced as an adult.

 Allan broke off the kiss to start nibbling on my earlobe. He ground his hips into me; his bulge pressed into my leg, noticeably hot despite our mutual layers of clothing. Perhaps it was just my imagination. I yelped as he bit down hard enough to hurt, which changed to a low moan as he dragged his teeth along the edge of my ear.

 "I take it you like that," Allan chuckled. 

 My breath was coming in short, shallow gasps. "Yes, sir," I managed.

 He shifted back slightly and dragged a single fingernail from my hairline down the side of my neck, stopping and lifting up when he reached the collar of my gray T-shirt. I shrugged my shoulder up and tilted my head to bare my neck, trying to encourage more of his touch. Allan slapped the outside of my thigh. The slap didn't really hurt through my jeans, but the implied reprimand still stung. My eyes dropped.

 Allan grabbed my chin and forced my head up to meet his gaze.

 "I thought I told you not to move."

 "Yes, sir."

 "And you still did."

 "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."

 Allan paused for a bit, looking into my face. I wanted desperately to look away, but his grip on my chin held me firmly in position. I couldn't read him well enough yet to tell if he was truly angry with me, or just using this as an excuse to shore up his position of authority. 

 "You do seem sorry, but what kind of Dominant would I be if I let you get away with disobeying me?"

 There did seem to be a hint of playfulness in his tone now, but I still wasn't sure. I couldn't come up with an answer that wouldn't get me in more trouble, so I stayed silent. 

 Another beat. The hand on my chin slid downward, settling in place around my throat just below my jawline. Allan squeezed slightly, then released. 

 "Yes, this should do nicely," he said. With his free hand, Allan reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a red squeaky toy, which he pressed into my bound hand. "If you start feeling bad or you just want to stop, squeeze that. If you drop it, I'll stop as well. Do it now so I know you can."

 I squeezed, and the toy let out a sort of deep quacking noise, rather than the high-pitched squeak I was expecting. The sound made one of our crowd of watchers giggle. I started; I had completely forgotten there was anyone else around besides Allan. However, when his hand tightened, my focus swung back to Allan completely.



The Bet Ch. 03



Well, needless to say, I couldn't wait an hour or two. Shit, I couldn't wait at all. My mind was spinning. Having already heard the most amazing story ever, I couldn't even fathom anything that could possibly top it; yet, from Cassie's behavior and the way she was smiling, I knew there was a lot more to come. No pun intended.

Finally, after only a few minutes of pestering, she rolled her eyes and pushed me off from her. "All right, all right," she sighed, "if you really can't wait any longer."

"I can't. I need to know," I replied sitting up on the couch.

"Okay, okay." She took a couple moments to gather herself, then started, "So, after we left the store, neither one of us said a word. We went straight out to the car, and then started driving back here. It was really silent and uncomfortable in the car, so I just turned the music up and we drove without talking. I'm not sure what was going on in her head, but we were both in a kind of shock from what had just happened. I glanced over at her a couple times, you know to make sure she was okay, but she was just kind of zoned out, and I figured that she was trying to make sense of what happened – you know, of how she had just eaten out her son's girlfriend in the stall of a lingerie store while masturbating herself to orgasm. I'm sure at the beginning of the day that was the last thing she had ever imagined occurring. I was sure she was probably feeling really guilty, and wondering how in the hell she had let it happen, and I'm sure somewhere in there she was thinking about what if you found out, what you would think of her. Little does she know that it was your idea."

"My idea?"

"You were the one who bet me," Cassie replied.

"Well I never thought you'd go through with it."

"Well, now you know," she sniffed. "Now do you want to hear the rest or not?" 

I immediately shut my mouth, and she continued. "Well, I actually start feeling bad for her. Start thinking that maybe I shouldn't have seduced her like that, that maybe it was better off as a fantasy, and that maybe I shouldn't be messing around with other people's minds and emotions. But then I remember the look of lust on her face, the complete and utter rapture she expressed when drinking my cum and fingering herself like a wild-woman, the joy of release as she came, and I realize that I shouldn't feel bad for what I did, but that I should feel good for what I had caused her to experience. She had thoroughly enjoyed it, and there was no reason to feel bad about it now. She was feeling guilty because she had broken society taboos that she had thought wrong all her life, but no one had been hurt; quite the contrary, me and her, two grown women, had chosen to do something together for our own personal satisfaction, and no one else can tell us that that is wrong. The only other person this could affect is you, and I know what you think." She finished the last by reaching across and giving my erect cock a squeeze.

"I think you better get to the good stuff," I answered.

She grinned at me and moved to straddle my lap again. "The good stuff, huh? Oh, you just wait, I'm about to give you all the good stuff you can handle. Now suck on this and quit interrupting," she said, pushing one glorious nipple into my mouth.

"So by this time we're pulling into the driveway, and I shut off the car. Your mom finally looks at me and says, 'Cassie, I think we need to talk.' 'I think so too,' I tell her, 'why don't we go inside.'

"I sense her reluctance, but I quickly get out of the car, leaving her no choice but to follow. I can tell by the tone of her voice that she has decided what happened was wrong, and that she's going to admonish me about it. But I've already made my decision as well. I seduced her once; now I'm going to do it again. The first time was the hard part, this time should be a snap.

"I unlock the front door and motion her in, my eyes following every sway of her ass as she enters before me, knowing that within minutes I'll be holding that sweet ass in my hands. I close the door behind me and drop my bags. She quickly moves across to the couch, putting some space between us, but doesn't sit down. I can tell she's nervous and not exactly sure how to proceed, and I decide in my mind to make it as difficult as possible on her.

"'You want something to drink?' I ask her, but she shakes her head and says, 'No. I want to talk about what happened back there in the mall.' I grin at her and say, 'Yeah me too. Did you see the look on that girl's face when she folded those panties you tried on and found them all sticky with cum? Boy, was that priceless.'

Cassie paused just long enough to pull her right nipple from my mouth and replace it with her left. Then she continued, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I caught her off-guard with that one. She turned bright red and hesitated for a moment, before finally shaking her head and starting in on me. She was like, 'That's not what I'm talking about and you know it. I'm talking about what happened in that stall between... between us. It was wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong, and nothing like that can ever happen again. I don't even know how . . . what ever possessed me to . . . to act like that,' she almost spit that part, 'but it can't ever – won't ever happen again. Ever! In fact, I don't even want to ever mention to it again. We need to pretend that nothing ever even happened. Do you understand me?'

"I put on my best little-girl-reprimanded look and started slowly moving across the room towards her. 'Oh, I understand alright Cin,' I told her as I pulled my shirt over my head. Her eyes got big with surprise as I continued to approach, still talking to her, 'I understand exactly what a perverted slut you are. I saw the lust on your face as you looked upon my naked body – the body of your future daughter. I saw the joy you received from licking me between my legs. And I saw what it caused you to do right there on the dirty floor of the changing room. Oh, I understand completely.'

"I was almost in front of her now," Cassie kept on, "And I reached back and unclasped my bra, letting my tits spring free. I was doing whatever I could to keep her off balance, and it was working. Your mom was shaking her head back and forth, trying to get in some words of denial, but only managing to stammer unintelligently instead, while I kept right on talking. I was telling her how much she had wanted my body, how I saw it in her eyes, how I'd seen her fucking me with her eyes for years now. Which wasn't exactly true; quite the reverse actually, but I was on a roll and she was unable to stop me.

"I was directly before her now, and she tried to back away from me, but after two steps she backed into the arm of the couch and had nowhere to go. She looked like she wanted to push me away as I continued toward her, but my bare breasts were leading the way and she seemed reluctant to raise her hands before them. I moved forward farther, pinning her there, my naked, aroused nipples brushing lightly against her still-clad breasts, my face only inches from hers. I could smell the scent of my pussy on her breath from earlier."

Cassie looked down and grinned at me as she said this, knowing that she was turning me on. She still had her tits in my face and was grinding herself around on my lap. It was a good thing I had already come once, or I might not've be able to hold out until the end of the story.

"I could tell already that I was going to have my way with her," Cassie went on, "She was powerless to stop me. She could bluster and pretend all she wanted, but I could see in her eyes that she was mine. I lowered my hands to her waist and rested them there, then leaned forward so that my lips were right next to her ear. 'It's okay Cindy,' I whispered, letting my breath tickle her ear, 'You wanted me earlier – and you want me again now. You don't have to try to hide it, I can tell. You loved what I let you do to me, didn't you? I know you did, I saw it. Do you want me to do the same for you? I will if you want me to.' I told her. 

"My hands started to slide up her sides, pulling her shirt up with them. She didn't react, neither slapping my hands away nor raising her arms above her head to allow the shirt to slide off. I kissed her ear, letting my tongue slip out and caress her lobe. 'I'll do it if you want,' I repeated, 'all you gotta do is say the word. Just tell me what you want, and I'll make it happen,' I told her.

"She didn't say anything just yet, but when I pulled at her shirt again, her arms went up with it and I slid it over her head, tossing it aside. Then I kissed her ear again, darting my tongue inside. She shivered in response. I knew I could have my way with her, that she wasn't going to do anything to stop me, but I wanted to break her. I wanted to make her ask for it. No, I wanted to make her beg for it.

"I unsnapped her bra and let it fall away, mashing my breasts against hers. At the same time, I pressed my lips to hers in our first kiss. She didn't want to respond, but I forced my tongue past her lips and into her mouth. Within seconds, her tongue was wrestling mine as she finally broke and began to kiss me back passionately. I could taste the remnants of my cum in her mouth, and the thought of that, the remembrance of her eating me, made me so fucking hot.

"My pussy was on fire again, and I found myself pulled tight against your mom, our bodies gyrating against one another, as I shamelessly ground my crotch against her thigh. My hands were on her ass, kneading those beautiful cheeks like ripe dough, and my tongue continued to viciously probe her mouth, sucking at her spit.

"Her hands were on me now as well, dancing up and down my sides and back, occasionally teasing my ass. Our tits were becoming sweaty from the warmth of our embrace, and were rubbing against each other wildly. I could hear grunting and moaning, but wasn't sure which of us it was coming from – probably both, if I had to guess. I wanted her so badly, and in every way possible, but I still had to break her. I needed to make her want it even more. I needed to make her beg, to plead for it – so that there was no way she could ever try and deny it again."

"'Just tell me what you want Cin,' I told her as I unbuttoned her pants and started pushing them down, 'Just tell me, and I'll make it happen. I promise.' Her pants slid off her hips and puddled around her ankles, leaving her in just her panties. I grabbed her ass again, squeezing it, relishing in the firmness of her flesh. I teased her, tracing the bottom of her cheeks, her crack. She moaned and wiggled against my touch. I bunched her panties up and pulled them hard up into her crack, splitting her aroused pussy lips and making her cry out in pleasure. 'Say it,' I hissed, my tongue probing her ear again, 'Just say what you want. What you need.'

"And then she was there. She had reached the point of no return. 'Fuck me,' she whispered, and it was as if a dam broke and a flood was unleashed. 'Fuck me,' she said again, louder, 'I want you to fuck me. Make me come.'

"'Yeah, that's it,' I encouraged her, my hands digging into her ass, seesawing those panties up and down her swollen cuntlips, 'Say it. Tell me, tell me everything.'

"And she did. She started talking, louder and louder, spewing out dirty talk until she was almost screaming. 'Eat me Cassie. I want you to eat my pussy. Oh god, heaven help me, I want you to eat my pussy until I come – until I come all over your pretty young face. Please Cassie, please baby, make me come! I need to come! Please eat me. Please!'

Cassie was getting pretty loud herself, reenacting it, and I could tell that she was turning herself on as much as she was me. Imagining my mom, my mother, saying those things was mind-boggling. I almost couldn't believe it, but yet I knew it was true. The conviction with which Cassie was telling me this left no doubt in my mind. I could picture the whole thing in eerie detail, and it was turning me on more than anything had ever. My cock was so fucking hard that it hurt.

"I need to fuck you," I said to Cassie, "I need to fuck you now!" I pushed her off of me and on to her hands and knees on the couch, then climbed up behind her. I eased my cock into her warm, inviting pussy and pushed myself all the way in til her asscheeks were tight up against me. "Keep talking," I told her, "Finish the story while I fill you full of my cum." I grabbed a hold of her hips and started to slide in and out slowly, coming almost all the way out of her with each stroke before sliding all the way back in. It took all my restraint not to just start pounding the shit out of her right there, but I knew I had to wait. This was something special.

"So she's begging me. Your mom is actually begging me to eat her," Cassie is saying, "Well, that's all I was waiting for. I quickly spun her around and pushed her over the arm of the couch so that she was bent in half, her face pressed against the cushions, her ass waving in the air. Then I dropped to my knees behind her and found myself face-to-face with my dream ass, the ass that I had stared at and fantasized about for so long now, and here I was only inches away. And it was as perfect as I had imagined. So smooth and round, her panties pulled up enticingly into her crack. Let me just say, what a sight. I don't know how she keeps it in such good shape, but I'm telling you, her ass is perfect.

"Still, it was time to get to matters at hand. I ripped her panties down and spread her ass cheeks, completely exposing her sopping wet pussy and tight little asshole. I had wanted to tease her some more, take my time, but I was so worked up I couldn't help myself. I pushed my face into her crack and started lapping at her wet pussy. Oh my god, she tasted fucking awesome! She was so excited that juice was practically flowing from her hole and I lapped it up like a dog. It tasted so good, I couldn't get enough. I attached my lips to her cunt and began to suck it from her hole, using my tongue like a shovel to scoop her cream into my mouth.

"She was getting into it too. She was grinding her ass back against me, trying to drive my tongue deeper up inside her, fucking my face. I could still hear her talking dirty, telling me things like 'eat my cunt' and 'fuck me you little slut' but most of it was now unintelligible moans and grunts.

"I'm not sure why I didn't notice it at first, but it suddenly occurred to me that my nose was hovering right over her asshole. Automatically I became aware of her smell, but strangely I wasn't turned off by it at all. Instead, I found that I was kind of turned on by it; I don't know if it was just the depravity of the whole thing or what, but I found myself sniffing your mom's ass, and liking it. I pressed my face deeper into her crack and rubbed my nose around that dark, puckered hole. It was damp with her juices and the smell stronger. Her scent invaded my nostrils, working its way to my brain, finding the deeply perverted part of myself. I found myself desiring to taste her there as well."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was so dirty – so awesomely dirty! I moaned out loud, thinking of my girlfriend sniffing my mother's ass. Oh god, how depraved. I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me again, and knew I couldn't hold it off any longer. I began to pump it to Cassie harder, picking up the tempo, still driving it deep with each thrust, the smack of my body slamming into her ass echoing around us.

She was still talking, trying to finish her story, but it was now punctuated by each thrust from my hammering cock, and she had to talk louder to be heard, "I pulled my tongue... from her pussy... licked her entire crack... it was so dirty... I loved it...found her tight, dark hole... thrust in my tongue... tasting her asshole... dark, bitter, oh so delicious... two fingers inside her... thrusting hard... making her come... her asshole clenching my tongue... her cum everywhere... spurting, spewing... coating my hand to my wrist..."

That was it. I came with a roar. Her words forming clear images in my head. I slammed her hard and unmercifully, not caring about hurting her, pumping her full of cum. She slammed right back, coming with me, her pussy clenching tightly over and over. Our sweaty bodies locked, convulsing against each other, finding release.

I collapsed backward, dizzy, my body drained. The images of Cassie and my mom still floating in my mind's eye, my blood pumping furiously, my mind in a haze. Suddenly, a hand on my head. I look up. Cassie is standing next to me.

"There's still more," she says.

"More?" I'm confused.

"Yeah, more," she answers. "After I made your mom come, she was collapsed on this couch roughly about where you are now. I had given her the best orgasm of her life, like I just gave you. But I wasn't done with her yet. You see, I was the one in control, and now it was time for her to service me.

"So I walked around to right about where I'm standing now, and I grabbed her by the hair," as she said this, she reached down and grabbed me by the hair, "And I pulled her face to my pussy, like this." She pulled my face to her crotch, and I could suddenly see where this was going. She was reenacting it for me, substituting me for my mother.

I was completely cashed out, and I knew she had just came, but I also know that she can keep going and going sometime. I knew what she wanted of me, and for what she had just given me, I thought it was a fair price to pay.

"I rubbed my pussy around her face, looked down into her eyes, and told her to eat me." At this point in time, she was doing the same to me, and I understood that she wanted me to follow along, so I stuck out my tongue and began to lick her just-fucked pussy. I wasn't all that fond of tasting my own cum, but most of it had dripped out onto the couch after we had separated, so I didn't really mind. She had a hold of my hair and used it to guide me where she wanted me to go. I just followed along. 

"Your mom was spent from her orgasm, but I was so excited that I didn't need much. I could still smell and taste her pussy and ass, and now the fact that I was forcing her to do whatever I wanted her to do, well that was enough. I held her tight by the hair and roughly humped her face... until... I... started... CUMMING ALL OVER!" Cassie squealed as she said the last, spurting her cum onto my face and mouth, before collapsing on top of me.

We stayed that way for a long time. Finally, I asked, "So is that the end?"

She giggled, "Well that's the end for now. But who knows what the future has in store."

I could tell by the way she said it that she already had more wild plans running around in her head. I couldn't wait.

"There is one more thing," she said

"What?"

"My payment."

"Payment? For what?" 

"The Bet," she replied, grinning like a Cheshire cat, "I won. Now you have to pay up, and I believe you said I could name the stakes."

Indeed I had. "Okay. What are the stakes?" I asked, not sure if I really wanted to know or not.

"Well, I seduced your mother, right?"

"Right."

"So for my prize – I want you to seduce mine."



The Bet Ch. 03



M_Y_Erotica, my editor, thank you, thank you, thank you. This last chapter has become my favorite with your help.

The Bet, Ch. 03

We carried our bet out to the end of the regular season and continued it through the playoffs. Each sexual adventure getting better with our added practice. But the wager was almost at an end, for the Super Bowl was upon us. This time each of us chose a different team. Winner takes all.

I sat on the couch watching the game - New England Patriots vs. Carolina Panthers - no longer sure if I wanted to win or lose, since I scored either way. So far, though, it was a close game, and I looked forward to the ending with great anticipation. One last time he was going to be mine, and as it did whenever I thought of being with him, my pussy swelled with anticipation.

Needless to say, I lost. Needless because I had completely tanked the playoffs. I couldn't understand how I had managed to do so well during regular season, yet managed to bomb so badly now. But there it was. Not that losing had necessarily been a bad thing. So far I had been enjoying the hell out of it, and I was sure that this last time I would enjoy it once more.

Since Sean's norm over the last few weeks had been to email me messages with instructions regarding where I was to meet him and when, I was surprised to see him waiting at my desk when I walked in Monday morning.

"Hello," I said with a smile, pleased to see his happy face first thing in the morning.

"Good Morning. Disappointed that you lost?" He leaned one hip against my desk, folding his arms as though daring me to say that I was. He looked relaxed and comfortable, and I felt as though something had changed between us. However without confirmation of that belief, I was unwilling to let myself trust the instinct.

"Maybe a little. After all, it'd be nice to go out on top." I looked at him from underneath my eyelashes and caught him as he rolled his eyes and choked back surprised laughter.

"Perhaps you still will... come on top, that is." A smile twinkled in his eyes.

I felt my heart squeeze with emotion as I watched him. It would be difficult to let him go, but, since our relationship was still hidden from general knowledge, I held no belief that he felt the same way. Familiar with the strictly sexual relationship from experience, I simply prepared myself to say goodbye as best I could.

He cleared his throat, and I looked up at him. "Now, for those instructions. I'd like to pick you up at your apartment at seven o'clock, Saturday night. I was thinking that maybe we could go on a date or something. Celebrate the end of a beautiful football season."

I looked down quickly, attempting to squelch a sudden feeling of depression that swept over me. Looking like the end of a beautiful, orgasmic friendship too, I thought. Forcing a smile, I glanced up at him and nodded, then looked back down again, attempting to appear busy organizing the work that had piled up on my desk overnight.

Sean's arms were suddenly wrapped around my waist from behind, and I felt his head rub the side of my neck. I giggled in response to his nuzzling as he said, "Hey, don't be so glum, chum," his voice dropping to a deep, husky whisper. "After all, I think you're really going to like what I have planned." Then with a kiss and a tiny little nibble on my neck, which sent a shiver down my spine, he left.

It was going to be a long week.

*******

I spent all Saturday getting ready. Wanting to please and surprise him, I shaved from head to toe. Well, if I wanted to be technical about it, I suppose I should say I shaved from underarm to toe, but the end result was the same. I was bare and baby smooth in every spot that counted. Finally, pushing the envelope just a bit, I chose a short mini skirt and white form-fitting sweater to wear, leaving off my bra and underwear. I wouldn't need them anyway, and I hoped the sight of my hard nipples through the fabric would fuel his desire. I also, just for fun, added a flavored nipple cream to the mix and added a few light spritzes of perfume in mysterious places he could have fun finding. Two, I had learned over the weeks, could actually play the game, even if only one of us could have control of it.

At precisely 7:00 p.m., Sean's car pulled up in front of my apartment building, and I watched through the window as he made his way to the door. He was dressed simply, jeans and a sweatshirt, but it was a look I loved on him. Made me want to simultaneously cuddle with him and rip off his clothes. I groaned. Already, just with the sight of him, I was hot, wet, and ready, that effect he had over my body never fading after all these weeks.

He knocked on the door, and I went to open it, suddenly nervous, excited, and saddened all at the same time. Was this really to be our last time together? With no more inspiration to fuel us on, I didn't know if he'd want to continue our... What? Hell, I didn't even know what to call it. Was it a fling? A relationship? Sighing, I came to the conclusion once again that it probably didn't really matter. I'd simply commit as much of it to memory as I could. To savor. To relive. To masturbate to. The last thought brought a grin to my face, and I knew my eyes lit up with it.

"Hi" I said happily.

"Hey there, you sexy little thing," he grinned and I could feel myself start to glow. My nipples were already stiff peaks of excitement and I waited for him to notice them through the sweater. It didn't take long.

"No bra?" His eyebrows rose. "That's not playing fair. I wonder... is there anything else I should know?"

I spread my legs just a tad and watched as his eyes drifted down to my legs. I hoped he would take the bait I was offering and go exploring with those long, sexy hands of his. "Maybe. Maybe not. I guess you'll just have to find out for yourself."

He chuckled and I jumped as I suddenly felt his hands on my mound. His eyes instantly darkened with desire and I hid a smile as his breathing became heavy.

"You shaved," he said with a groan. "And no panties either. Tsk...tsk...tsk...Just what, I wonder, should we do about that?" 

Saying nothing, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers pulling me apart to sink into the heart of me. But it was over too soon, and I sighed.

"Soon. It will happen soon enough," he chuckled. Sounding chagrined he added, "Mostly, because I now have a hard-on that is getting more painful by the moment."

He looked down at me smiling and I smiled in return, nuzzling his neck with my nose, loving the scent of him. He grabbed my hand, and together we left.

Game time.

******* Every year after the Pro Super Bowl, the high school alumni association challenges the current football team to a lesser version of the match. Fanfare and celebrations perk up the little town, and for one night people leave the warmth and sanctuary of their house to revel in it. Cars line the streets for blocks, and students urge people to park in the lots for a small fee to support various activities. As I watched Sean maneuver the car into one of the lots closest to the high school, I couldn't hide the look of surprise that came into my eyes. After weeks of hiding our relationship we were going to the one place guaranteed to grab the attention of all who saw us. He turned and grinned at me. After grabbing a blanket from the back seat, we were off.

It had been fifteen years since I had graduated from this high school and yet it looked exactly the same as it had when I was a student. The only change to the football field was the addition of covered bleachers. With Oregon's tendency toward rain, I couldn't help but think that this was one of the best improvements imaginable.

The bleachers were full to busting and people milled around on the sidelines as they waited for the teams to charge onto the field for the beginning of the game. As we climbed the stairs to find seats we called out to friends and neighbors we knew, talked about various local happenings, and I started to question my decision to go bare, as anyone looking up at us from below had a full view of what I wasn't hiding. As we neared the top of the stands, we both stopped and turned at the sound of a very familiar voice coming from below, our boss.

"It's about damn time you two realized you're perfect for each other." He said happily. "Have a good time tonight, you two."

We watched him walk away and I leaned toward Sean whispering, "If he only knew."

Sean laughed and replied, "Honey, from his position below you, I'd imagine he does know." Sean winked at me and as I caught his meaning my face heated with embarrassment. Tugging on Sean's hand I urged him, to his laughing delight, to hurriedly continue our climb. Finally, we found seats on the very top bleacher overlooking the field and Sean spread the blanket over us. It was an easy togetherness, especially now that I wasn't showing myself to my boss, I thought ruefully.

The game started and Sean whispered in my ear, "First quarter... and first base".

I laughed. "First base? I think you have your games confused."

He grinned and grabbed my hand jostling it a little bit. "First base." 

We held hands through the first quarter, only separating them to clap and cheer. It was cute and sexy at the same time. I was amazed that the simple act could make me so giddy with excitement. Almost as though I was a teenager in high school and had just realized that the boy I liked seemed to feel the same.

By the end of the first quarter, the kids were ahead of the adults by 14 and the temperature had dropped about five degrees, but, cuddled under the blanket with Sean, holding hands, I didn't care about either. I snuggled closer, wanting more of him. Yet, it was at this moment that he withdrew his hand from mine. I looked up into his eyes only to be greeted by his smile.

"We can't stay at first base forever. After all, it's the start of the second quarter. It's time for second base."

I shook my head and replied with amusement. "You're nuts."

I felt his arm wrap around my back, and heard his soft laughter, his warm breath cascading down my neck in waves as he leaned toward me. At the soft touch of his lips to my neck, I turned my head towards him and raised my eyes to his, only to find him watching me. His hazel eyes were warm and full of expectation, and my stomach flip-flopped as I watched his gaze leisurely and seductively lower to my mouth. Instinctively I moistened my lips. The noise of the crowd faded away.

His mouth descended to mine, and his lips caressed more than kissed. The softness of their touch moved languidly back and forth over mine as they parted in response. His tongue poked out to trace the outside edge of my lips before finally nudging its way into my mouth.

I wanted him so much, always and still. I couldn't be too close or have enough of him. It was as though he fed something deep inside of me that had been starving until I met him, and the realization of that hunger filled me with desperation. Opening my mouth, I hungrily drew him in and devoured. The coarseness of his tongue, the contours of his teeth, the lingering taste of mint. I savored them.

I felt his hand creep beneath the blanket and the soft touch of his palm brushed upward along my bare leg. Higher and higher it climbed pausing to toy with the hem of my skirt, lifting it. His fingertips crept between my thighs and gently nudged them apart. Trembling, I grabbed for the sides of his sweatshirt for support and, ever so slightly, parted my thighs. Cool air rushing up from below toyed with the moisture seeping from my hole, adding to the awareness of my yearning for him. His fingertips softly brushed against the outer lips of my womanhood before slowly parting them and caressing the folds hidden inside.

Finally, we broke apart and ended the kiss and I drew in a shaky breath. The heat reflecting in his eyes mirrored the heat racing through my body. I took a moment to look away from him in an attempt to calm my racing nerves and caught the eye of an older couple that had been looking on. They both smiled a knowing smile, and I returned it, feeling a mixture of companionship and silent understanding. They had once been in this position too, I thought. They knew passion, and it made me feel good sharing their secret. I looked back at Sean to see if he had witnessed the exchange and was met with a slow, sexy smile. Without speaking, Sean grabbed the blanket, grabbed my hand, and together amid a few cheers from the people that had seen our kiss, we made our way down the bleachers.

"I have a surprise for you."

I looked at Sean, still a little dazed from the intensity of our kiss, curiosity on my face. This evening was full of surprises so one more definitely wasn't going to hurt anything.

"Not going to ask what it is, huh?"

I shook my head, a smile toying at my lips. I was content to wait and actually be surprised but amused at the little kid in him wanting to spill the beans early.

At the bottom of the stands, we started toward the opposite side of the field where the visitors usually sat. When the school added the covered stands they chose to move the old seating area, complete with announcer's booth, to the other side, viewing it as an improvement to the old visitor seating area. It was full of people as well, and when we arrived, we repeated the hellos and conversations of earlier as we made our way to the top. Instead of locating seats, however, Sean went up to the vacant announcers loft and opened the door, guiding me inside.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness inside but when things finally started to come into focus, I noticed that on the floor of the loft lay an inflatable mattress. Sean stepped towards it and covered it with the blanket. A few fat pillows were dropped in various spots and on the desk below the bank of windows sat a bottle of champagne and two glasses. Warm air caressed my skin and I realized that someone must have turned on the small space heater prior to our arrival. The corners of my mouth twitched in amusement and I made a mental note to ask if he had ever been a boy scout. As prepared as he was, he probably earned his patches early.

Cheers, loud and sudden, broke through the night, and I turned as the closing of the door suddenly muted them. I heard the click of the lock and watched as Sean tested the door to make sure of its security. Unexpectedly, nervous knots tied themselves in the pit of my stomach.

"So..." I hesitated unsure if I should ask the question. "Is this my surprise?" I looked around the 8-foot by 10-foot space of building with what I hoped was a look of appropriate pleasure. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be happy that we were now enclosed in the home of a few dozen creepy crawly things. I attempted a wide smile and looked at Sean for an answer.

With a look of amusement from beneath his lowered lashes, he shook his head with exaggerated slowness. "No."

The boards creaked as he walked toward me, and I could feel a blush spread over my arms and face. I was amazed that I could feel so insecure only an hour after feeling like a little sex kitten. "Oh... okay. What's my surprise then?"

"Patience. You didn't want to know earlier, so now you have to wait."

I pursed my lips into a pout and felt the warmth of his as they covered mine for a fleeting second, then felt a tingling of excitement in the pit of my stomach as his fingertips traced their way down my arms. They paused at the cuffs of my sleeves, toying with the fabric. I looked down as his breathing warmed my skin. With painstaking slowness, he brought his lips to mine again and this time rested there, nibbling on my bottom lip with his teeth.

I felt his touch at my waist and pulled away from his mouth as my sweater was drawn up over my head. I felt the softness of my hair brush against my back as my head dropped backward opening up the expanse of skin on my neck. He took the hint, and his lips and teeth descended to nibble and kiss, sending tingles down my spine.

The fabric of my skirt brushed my skin as it fell away from my body and landed at my feet. I stood naked in his arms. I pulled my arms in and cuddled into the coziness of his sweatshirt, feeling protected and sexy as his fingers once again traced down my skin sending electric currents racing through me.

On tiptoes I placed my lips on his, greedy for another taste of him. I felt my feet leave the floor as he lifted me up to straddle his waist, and then without warning we were both tumbling down on the blanket beneath our feet. His body pressed intimately with mine, his clothing against my nakedness and the thrill of the naughtiness of the act making me wet with anticipation. He ground against me and I moaned with pleasure wanting and needing to feel him inside my body.

His mouth left mine once again and I whimpered at the feeling of abandonment, but then I realized his destination. My legs opened as he kissed his way down my body, pausing to bite on each of my nipples eliciting a cry of mixed pain and pleasure. I writhed on the blanket, the anticipation of the moment doing nearly as much for me as the actual act would have. But even in that, I realized, I was wrong. He had a patience that far out-weighed mine, and I nearly died when I discovered that he was still minutes away from final capture.

Suddenly, his fervor gentled and he paused. He seemed thoughtful for a moment and I felt him move back up to my breasts. I looked down as his tongue stroked broadly over my breast and then retreated into his mouth.

His brows drew together and a look of confusion crossed his face, "What the hell?" he whispered to himself.

My stomach bounced with the force of my quiet, responding laughter. I had completely forgotten about the flavored nipple cream. His eyes darted upward to meet mine and the look of puzzlement sent my giggles upward. As I struggled to control myself, he finished licking off the flavoring from my left breast before moving over to the right.

"Mmm... Strawberry."

I waited for him to lick the flavoring off of the right nipple, still stifling laughter, but instead he chose to close his entire mouth around my breast and suck hard. I gasped in response and moaned with appreciation of his suckling. Momentarily leaving my breasts he launched himself up for a quick kiss before heading further south. A heaviness expanded in my chest. A force of emotion born from the joy in knowing that he could make me feel such happiness and pleasure almost simultaneously. Simple delight in just being with him. It took over and sent a rush of adrenaline crashing upward making me lightheaded and dizzy.

I felt his hands beneath my knees as they lifted and pulled, placing my feet on the ground and spreading my knees apart. His fingertips touched my baby bare skin and pulled the lips of my pussy apart exposing all of my hidden treasures to his eyes. Cool air hit places that had never felt the chill before and I felt my clit swell in reaction as the moisture from my cunt trailed its way down to my asshole tickling me.

He massaged my pussy lips with his thumbs gently moving up and down from the top folds down to the thin folds guarding my slit, over and over in a slow gentle motion as his breath caressed my skin. One finger found the moisture and used it to circle around my hole until finally easing its way inside me, circling inside the tightness of my body. But that wasn't enough. I wanted his mouth on me!

I grabbed onto the blanket above my head for leverage as I attempted to arch my hips toward the heat of his mouth and I cried out in triumph as the broad stroke of his tongue swept up my pussy from the base of my cunt to my clit, circling there and then receding back downward in a slow circling motion. His tongue once again found my hole and I felt it poke itself inside, slowly fucking my pussy in a sweet stabbing motion.




The Bet Ch. 03



I felt his hands move under my ass and felt myself leave the ground as he lifted me more fully toward his mouth. His fingers moved between the cheeks and pulled me apart and I stiffened with apprehension. My nervousness put on hold when I felt his tongue trail its way down to the area between my cunt and my ass, and I groaned at the feeling, starting to tremble with the growing need of my body to find release.

His tongue trailed down even further to circle my asshole tickling me and I felt one finger join in the action. For a moment it was uncomfortable and I braced myself for pain, but there was none. Instead, a shot of desire echoed in my nerves and I found myself unexpectedly wanting more. I heard him moan as he eased the finger inside the tightness, my asshole flexing against his finger as it moved deeper. I felt my stomach turn somersaults in response to the excitement I was feeling.

From outside, voices cut through the fog in my brain reminding me of where we were, and I tried to quiet my responses, but the heat of Sean's tongue returned to my cunt and then slowly made its way up between the folds of my pussy to circle my clit. As a finger eased its way into the emptiness of my cunt, I started shaking, deep moans breaking from my mouth as I was immersed in the pleasure of feeling doubly filled and reckless with abandon.

I struggled to breathe. To catch a breath. To quiet the bucking and trembling of my body. But I couldn't. I let it take over. Oh God. I was racing the finish line. Shaking. Needing. Begging with words that came to me incomplete in their thought. Oh God, Please. More. Keep. Going. Don't. Stop. My hands grasped for anything they could hold on to. Twisting. Pulling. Then everything in my body ceased to exist. Suspended in that one moment where time stands still before all at once breaking free in wave after wave.

And wow....

I lay there spent, a puddle on the floor unable to move, yet wanting more of what had just happened. Sean lay on his side by me, his fingers caressing my bare skin waiting for me to rejoin him on planet Earth. His mouth occasionally sought some untouched place on my body to discover and taste.

This man was so incredible. I couldn't get enough of him. There was not enough of him. I wanted to open up my body and swallow him whole. To keep him with me for longer than tonight. For longer than the last few weeks. Sighing, I turned toward him, desperate to take whatever was offered and hold it close for as long as possible.

His mouth found mine and he kissed me gently before pulling away. "Ah, my little sex kitten, at last for your surprise."

He pulled away from me and grabbed a small brown paper bag that had been hidden beneath the blanket, opening it and dumping its contents on the ground between us. A white vibrator, about an inch and a half in diameter and six inches long, and a bottle of Eros lubricant fell out. I looked up at him questioningly, my eyebrows slightly raised.

Sean's face turned a light shade of pink and a sheepish smile played at his lips. "I uh..." He chuckled as his voice trailed off and he looked down at the ground away from me.

I laughed quietly at his sudden discomfort. It was such a switch from the confidence he seemed to exhibit seconds ago when he opened the bag. Considering how loud I had been just a few moments ago with a few thousand people outside, I should be the one that was suffering embarrassment. I looked at him again and smiled. "I uh... what?"

"Well, I've just always wanted to try anal sex. I was sort of... hopeful... you'd want to try it too." He looked back up at me from beneath lowered lashes and bit his lip for a moment before continuing. "You did seem to enjoy it..."

I turned onto my side to face him and quickly glanced down to where his jeans hid what I knew from previous weeks to be a very large cock. Oui Vey, I thought. I was actually considering it! I must be crazy, I mused. But then I looked at his face and my heart tugged. That feeling of desperation still strong. It was then that I realized that I did indeed want to give all of myself to him. I wanted to be his. The prize of my first virginity haven been given long ago, this final one could be forever my emotional link to him. Something special that only he and I could share and the one thing I could carry with me when it came time to say good-bye.

I looked at him and smiled. No attempts left to hide what I felt from him from showing in my eyes. "What's the vibrator for?" I asked, quietly.

He leaned over and kissed me gently, responding softly. "You'll see."

He stood and removed his clothes. I watched as each article of clothing fell to the ground and his beautiful body was revealed. As his underwear fell to the ground I looked up at his extraordinarily hard cock and felt that same breathless excitement that I had the first time I saw him naked, and, before I could think better of it, I was on my knees swallowing as much of his size as I could. My mouth watering and my tongue loving the taste of his pre-cum.

I heard him groan. "Roll over onto your stomach."

Easing off of his cock, I did as he asked, smiling up into his eyes before they disappeared behind me. As I was about to lie fully on the ground, his hands positioned themselves under my abdomen and urged my ass to tilt into the air.

I rested my forehead on the ground as his hands caressed my ass cheeks and massaged my lower back. I was tense and nervous and his gentle ministrations helped to ease part of it away, but my stomach was still knotted with trepidation. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Since there wasn't much I could do to help move things along, the wait was seriously playing with my psyche. Everything I had heard about anal sex included pain. And I wasn't big on pain. At all.

His hands continued massaging my lower back, his thumbs rubbing in circular patterns along my spine in a useless attempt to ease the tension away. Every moment spent not getting down to the business at hand, or rather business below, was making me an even bigger mass of nervous knots.

Suddenly, cold liquid hit my skin and I jumped and fell forward onto the ground taking him with me. Laughing, I looked back at him with surprise and was met with a mischievous grin. "Hey!" I exclaimed. "That wasn't very nice." I pouted, feeling better now that the tension was somewhat broken.

"Just wanted to make sure you were still awake over there." He quipped. "Actually, I didn't realize it would be that cold." Moving off of me, he reached out to help me into a sitting position, and then put his hands on my shoulders. I felt his fingers gently travel down my arms, and his hazel eyes looked into mine, concern written on his features. "You really seemed to have drifted away for a minute there. Is everything okay?"

"Just... nervous, I think." I responded quietly.

"Changing your mind? That'd be okay, you know."

I self-consciously chuckled. "No, I'm not. I'm just... nervous." I let another giggle escape and confessed. "The wait is killing me!"

Sean laughed in response and as his lips lowered towards mine he whispered "Good, because I would hate to think my research on this ass fucking business had been wasted. That was a lot of damn book reading there!"

Choking on surprised, nervous laughter, I whispered in return, my lips resting on his, "Well, then, let's get this show on the road!"

He chuckled and after a very brief kiss, moved back into position behind me. I felt his hands once again massage the taunt skin of my ass cheeks. This time though, there seemed to be an added desperation to his movements, as though knowing that I was unable to wait had keyed his desire. As he moved closer to me, I could feel his hard cock brush between my legs occasionally hitting my pussy, teasing me.

I heard him pick up the bottle of lubricant and braced myself for more cold liquid, but was instead met with warmth and realized that he had somehow managed to warm the bottle. The liquid trickled down my ass crack tickling me, but his hands started their motion once again, this time moving closer and closer to the small opening before pulling away.

At the loss of his hands, I felt cold, but a jolt of excitement shot through my nerves as a soft buzzing sounded in the background. Sean turned the vibrator on lightly trailing it over the inside of my thighs and over my pussy lips. 

I could feel my body come alive and ready itself for him once more. My arms trembled as they held my weight. Sean knew how to tease me and he was doing a good job. Touching everything but the area that he knew would send me soaring. I felt the plastic device brush over my cunt and moved myself closer to it hoping he would take the hint and slide it inside to play around. He did not disappoint. Smooth plastic stretched the walls of my cunt apart, and it slid in and out with ease. Every so often it brushed the top wall of my hole, nicking my G-spot. Before long, I was moaning and ready to cum.

I felt his fingers on my ass and his fingertips creep toward my asshole, but in the position I was in and as turned on as I now was, I felt no trepidation. I only felt a desire to be filled once again so that I could cum and spasm around him.

The vibrator left my cunt and trailed upward toward my raised ass and buzzed around the opening. I tightened in reflex, but soon relaxed as it eased slowly inside of me. Sean moved closer to my pussy and I felt his cock brush against the soft skin there and I moaned as the tip of him brushed close to my engorged clit.

He eased the vibrator back a tiny bit until only the tip was inside of my ass, and I felt the tip of his cock position itself outside of my cunt, brushing over the wetness before finally easing inside.

"God, I never get tired of how that feels. You are so tight and wet... and hot." He let out a pent up breath of air and moved back and forth for only the briefest of times before pulling out. The vibrator being pulled back and away from my body as well, I was suddenly alone.

Whimpering, I tried to seek him out with my pussy, but I couldn't find him. Turning my head to look behind me, I watched as he poured lube onto his hands and massaged it over his cock over and over as if masturbating. I looked at his face, taught with restraint and felt a thrill of power at the knowledge that I could make him feel this good, want me this much.

I decided to join him for a moment and moved my right hand down to toy with my pussy and massage my clit, wanting so much to ease away the tension and orgasm, but instead I waited, and soon he was behind me. Once again, he brought the vibrator up between my thighs and rubbed it over the outer lips of my pussy, just missing my clit. I wiggled my hips trying to bring that magic wand to the place I needed it to be, but he was one step ahead of me. Moving it before I could make contact.

I felt the tip of his cock at my asshole and knew that it was time to lose my last virginity. Once again, I braced for pain and felt it only slightly as he eased himself inside of my well-lubricated asshole. I gasped at the unexpected pleasure of being so filled. Complete.

He moved slowly back and forth, his breathing ragged, and I felt the tension in his body as he held himself just out of reach of full release. He moved the vibrator over my pussy, pushing me toward orgasm, but always missing the crucial spot.

I heard him growl and knew he was losing his control, ready to cum. "Damn it! I can't...wait" He gasped for breath. "Cum... Oh God, please...Cum with me. Now."

I felt him start to shake behind me and groaned in frustration at the wandering, misplaced vibrator. Holding myself up with one hand, I reached down and found his hand, slamming the vibrator against my clit and holding it there.

It only took seconds for my body to respond to the sensations and drive full force toward release. I trembled and moaned as every nerve ending and thought focused on my ass and pussy. Like a force that sucks energy from everything around it I could feel all the tension in my body gather and gain strength deep inside of me. Red-hot fire shot its way down my arms and legs and coursed through my body and then suddenly I was there. Electricity shot through my veins. Shaking, I felt the muscles in my pussy and ass tighten around him and then start quaking as the orgasm that kept eluding me finally shook through my body. Wave after wave of pleasure consumed me and I bucked against him. Squealing, I tightened once last time and felt Sean pull out of my body. Warm liquid followed as he came in spurts down my ass and all over my back. He collapsed against me sending us both crashing to the floor.

We lay like that, him on top of me, for a few minutes each trying to catch our breath. Slowly awareness of our surroundings hit us at about the same time. Cheers sounded through the walls of the booth, and we turned to grin at each other as he eased himself off of me.

"Do you think they're cheering for us?" I asked with a giggle.

"Probably. You were moaning and groaning pretty loudly."

I laughed softly and blushed, at a loss for words. "Well..." I felt, more than saw, him smile as he lay on the blanket beside me.

"I liked my surprise."

"I'm glad. I enjoyed it too."

I laughed at that. "Even though it apparently took a lot of 'damn book reading'?" I paused, looking for a way to ask the next question. "I am wondering, however. Now that you've tried IT and enjoyed IT," unable to bring myself to actually say the words ass-fucking out loud "do you plan to do it again?... With me, I mean?" " I looked up, caught him blush, and smiled to myself, amazed that after all we'd shared he could still feel embarrassed.

That last thought stuck in my brain, "all we'd shared". Not waiting for an answer to my previous question I rolled onto my side and looked at him. "I've had fun. Not just now, but... this whole thing. The betting. You." I looked at him searchingly trying to keep the hope out of my voice that this could turn into a long-term relationship. "Anyway, I was just wondering... what now? What does tomorrow bring?"

"Well, I don't quite know. I think that really depends upon you."

He rolled away from me and reached for his jeans. Feeling a fleeting disappointment that he hadn't really answered the question, I looked away, but turned back toward him as he rolled back toward me and laid down next to me holding out a piece of paper.

"What's this?"

"Open it."

I did as requested and unfolded the paper. Typed out were sixteen names I'd never seen before, and I looked at him. "I don't understand."

"Well, now that football's over, I had to find something else for us. Those are the names of sixteen college basketball teams. After that, I figure there's baseball, soccer, and if we get desperate, lacrosse." He smiled, his eyes lighting up. "Would you care to make a wager?"

I smiled, remembering our first discussion. "Well... it'd have to be something sexual."

Sean reached forward and put it arms around me, pulling me toward him for a kiss. "Absolutely." 



The Bet Ch. 03



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*****

We bet big. To the winner, anything goes for the weekend and the loser must comply. I thought I had it in the bag, but she won. And now I had no hair, the hard way. Except for my head, she waxed me stem to stern Friday night. This morning, she dressed me in sexy lingerie and gave me a world class handjob. Lilla had plans.

After an early dinner Lilla called me upstairs. A pretty woman briefly caught my eye as I passed the foyer mirror and strutted up the stairs in my 3 inch pumps, sexy green lacy top, deep plum hair and dangly earrings swaying with my movements, the hem of my flippy black dress snapping smartly with my steps. 

I entered the bedroom and Lilla said, "Hey love bug, let me get this wig off you, then I want you to take a shower and shave real good. Oh, and make sure you use those Fleet thingies I left out for you. Chop, chop, lambkins." 

I did all that, got squeaky clean, inside and out. When I came back into the bedroom Lilla pointed at the bed. "Okay, tootsie, I have some more dainties for you. You're gonna love these," she gushed. "Look, baby, here's a lace half jacket and half slip from Frederick's, your new favorite store. I love the lace bra with the sheer sleeves. Ooh, and the lace half slip. Don't you love the wide solid border on the bottom?"

"Sure," I muttered. 

"Oh, I know you do-oo. So put it on, sweets. And put on these scalloped topped thigh highs. I got 'em long 'cause I wanted 'em way up there on you. Maybe the boys'll rub against them. Wouldn't that feel great?" she teased. "And you're really gonna love these, baby. Put them on and follow me." 

Besides the lingerie, Lilla left me black 5 inch fuck me pumps. Very pointy closed toe, no sides, stiletto heels, ankle straps. I put them on, held onto whatever I could grab and wobbled my way to the bathroom vanity. 

In the mirror I saw myself wearing a black sheer half-jacket attached to a black lacy bra. The "jacket" sat a couple of inches over the tops of my shoulders and the sheer sleeves flared at mid-forearm where the material changed to lace. I had to admit it was sexy. Bare skin below the bra, the black half slip, skirt-like, about a foot in length, half lace, half microfibre, set low on my hips just above my cock. Long, sexy legs with sheer black thigh highs rising up to my crotch. I was slim and in pretty good shape so, surprisingly, the look wasn't bad.

"Okay, honey bunny, quit admiring your sexy self and turn this way. She sat me down and made me up. Again. All the subtle shades and touches she had used before on my already androgynous looks, hiding masculinity and emphasizing femininity. Lilla did something with my eyebrows and eyelashes, a light touch with smoky eye shadow, lipstick then other magic to bring out my cheekbones. The tasteful dangly earrings that twinkled. A black lace choker. And that dazzling deep plum wig with highlights that simply sparkled in the light. 

I looked at myself in the mirror, slender, flat tummy, skimpy lingerie, actually attractive, and thought, "How can I look like this. I'm a man for cryin' out loud." 

Lilla gaped at me, softly said, "Frickin' unbelievable. Tomorrow's gonna be outfuckinstanding."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, baby. How about you go downstairs and get some more champagne for us."

When I finally, unsteadily, got back to the bedroom, dressed in my skimpy black lingerie, 5 inch fuck me pumps and sporting a semi-hardon, from the friction I told myself, Lilla was on the bed reclining against the headboard in her blue silk robe, black sheer stockings and shoes similar to mine. 

"Hey baby, welcome back," she said in a sultry voice, patted the bed. 

"Cheers baby," She said as I stretched out next to her. She put her arm around me, smiled warmly at me in my sexy outfit and dazzling purple hair. We clinked glasses and sipped champagne. "You look absolutely fabulous, baby. I'm amazed. What's it feel like to be such a hot little number?"

"I don't know, Lilla, kind of weird. At first I didn't want to, but here with you it's okay, I guess. I mean, if this does it for you, then I'll do it." 

"Oh, it do. But don't you feel sexy, baby? Doesn't it turn you on, tent your skirt a little, hmm? 

"I guess, some. I didn't expect that. Brings out different feelings, you know? And when I passed the mirror downstairs I did a double take. It's weird." 

"Mmm, you're gorgeous, baby. I'm gonna bring out all kinds of feelings in you, pumpkin."

I sipped champagne and Lilla took my glass, put both on the bedside table. She put her arm back around me and pulled me to her for a kiss. Softly, lips brushing, she nibbled and bit my lips. She pulled away slightly and looked at me, smiled sweetly and kissed me again, lips parted and tongues caressed. 

Breathing a little heavier when we broke, Lilla said, "Baby, you know how I love your mouth. Are you gonna be good to me, use your mouth on me?"

"Mmm, yeah baby, I'll use my mouth on you," I said and leaned in for another kiss.

"Take off my robe, sugar lips," Lilla said with a small smile.

I untied the front and slipped the robe down her shoulders. She leaned forward slightly to let me pull it away from her. She had on the wide garter belt I wore earlier today, a matching black lace bra, and something else. 

"Surprise, baby. How do you like our new toy? I love this thing! It's got a wire inside so I can adjust the angle of the dangle. Isn't that what you guys say? It also has a curvy part that goes inside of me and it fits perfectly along my little pleasure zone. Ooh, and get this, it comes apart so I can just use the fucky end on you," she said and snuggled against me. "It's awesome, peanut butter. It's a win-win strap-on, baby. Here, touch it."

Lilla pulled my hand to her strap-on and I gently touched it, causing her to squirm slightly. It was flesh toned and felt silky soft. The thin outer cover moved slightly over whatever firm spongy material was underneath. It was both soft and hard. It was a state of the art dick. 

"Wow, that's pretty realistic. Where'd you get it?"

"That's right, baby, it's very realistic. I got it online, lover. They have all kinds of cool stuff on that site," Lilla said with a gleam in her eye. "Okay dollface, you know what to do, you promised, remember?"

Sighing with resignation, I moved to my side, on my elbow, leaned down took her into my mouth. I moved my head up and down some, tried not to scrape her with my teeth. 

"Mmm, that's nice lover. I can feel it. This is gonna be good, baby. You're doing great."

I continued my efforts, taking a little more of her in, my plum colored hair and dangly earrings flowing and swaying some. I felt so feminine. As I sucked Lilla, she talked.

"Mmm, So nice, baby, don't stop. That's good. Does my cock seem familiar, baby? Do you recognize it?" 

"What?" I wondered. 

"You should, you're sucking your own cock, baby, the one I made from you this morning. Isn't that horny?" 

A vague anxiety surfaced. I felt my cock move slightly.

"Sucking your own cock because you can. Isn't that the punchline, baby? Mmm, now you know why I like your cock so much, why I like to suck it. Doesn't it feel good in your mouth, baby? Makes you stretch wide for it, doesn't it. But not too much. Not too big, not too little, it's just right. Oh! That felt nice, baby, keep going."

"I'm gonna teach you to deep throat our cock, baby. Just like I do. Are you ready? Are you ready to learn to take me all the way? To feel what I feel?" She stroked the back of my pretty purple hair as I rose and fell on her stiff spongy cock.

I moaned with a perverse pleasure.

Lilla slid down and lay flat on the bed. "Here, move around this way." She moved me so I was sort of lying across her stomach, facing her cock. Okay baby, tilt your head back a bit to straighten your neck some. Now extend your tongue just past your lower lip. That's right, sexy. Flatten the back of your tongue like you have a tongue depressor back there. Okay, baby, now force your throat open like you're yawning. That'll help counter that nasty gag reflex."

I did as she said, feeling the dildo penetrate deeper into my mouth. I got a little anxious.

"That's right, baby, you're doing fine," she said gently. "Oh, that feels good. Take a deep breath and slowly slide me in." 

I started to gag a little.

"Hold me there, baby, don't move. Good, baby, that's good. Now back off and do it again. Mmm, the movement feels good in me. You're gonna blow me until I come, baby. Alright, do it again, keep on taking me deep and holding, then pulling back."

I followed Lilla's instructions. Took the head to my gag point and held it for as long as I could, over and over, deep in, hold, and back out. 

"Okay, baby, show time. Go deep, and at that point push your tongue out a little further, then pull it back in, pulling me deeper. Go ahead, baby, you can do it. If I can take your cock deep, so can you."

I tried for her. I found the urge to gag was fading. A few more times and I was going to try to deep throat Lilla. She was moaning a little. Somehow I knew she was playing with her nipples. I found myself wanting to make her come this way. 

I was practically drooling. With a practiced move I tucked my dazzling deep purple hair behind my ear, felt and heard the sexy whisper of nylon as I shifted, saw the flared lace sleeve and my long light burgundy nails as my hand held her cock. I pushed my tongue out a bit and used it to help draw her deeper and suddenly I was at the base. She was all the way down. I was a little anxious, but I held still and my eyes teared some. I eased her out and breathed. Back down. On and on, it got easier. My rhythm increased. I heard Lilla gasp and moan as I took her in. I deep throated her. It shocked me that I could do it that easily. I worked her faster, not as deep now, heard her soft sounds and quick breathing. Jerked her with my hand some, went back down on her. 

"Yeah, baby, don't stop, oh, that's it, oh god, oh, oh, ohhhh." Urgent sharp cries and with a long groan she sat halfway up, her back arched, head back, before collapsing to the bed, sighing. 

I slid back up beside her, my lips fuller than before. 

"Oh baby, you have a talent there. God, I came so hard. Whew. This thing is a wonder! Okay, baby, your turn," she said and rolled over to kiss me. She had me on my back, hands fluttering over me, caressing me, making me eager for more of her touch. 

"On your knees, baby."

I rolled onto my stomach raised up onto my hands and knees, ankles extended, toes to the footboard. My rich, deep purple hair framed my face and I felt the downward tug of my dangling earrings. 

Lilla moved behind me. "Spread yourself, sweet cheeks. Like I do for you." 

I flipped my hair, lowered my cheek to the bed, my back arched seductively, and reached back under my lacey skirt. I spread myself open for her. I felt so lewd, so slutty. I was so hard. 

Nothing for a time. I was anxious, wanted her to start it. The bed shifted, she flipped up my skirt, commenting on how feminine and sexy it was. I felt her soft, hot breath and it jolted me. My eyes were closed. I felt a soft, moist rasping across my rear opening. I gasped. So intimate, being licked there by my Lilla, on that little crinkled hole. Holding myself wide with light burgundy nails, dressed in my sexy lingerie and stunning dark purple wig, Lilla licked me. 

Lilla kissed me there, milked me at times, licked me, made me swoon. Then her tongue was in me, pointy, firm, penetrating me. I thought, "Oh god, she's tongue fucking me." The pleasure was intense, the nerves so, so sensitive back there. On and on she licked me and milked me, forever. Finally she pulled away. 

"Hey baby, you got the sweetest little ass there," she giggled. "I'm going to open you up more now. I'll be gentle since you're not a slut yet."

I felt cold slickness on my opening, pressure, and a slender finger gently pushed into me. It felt so big. She grazed my prostate and I flinched and gasped with the pleasure. Slowly, another finger, then another, gently but firmly rocking in and out of me. 

"It's time, baby," Liz said softly. I felt the bed shift, more cold slickness and then a thick dull pressure at my opening. She slowly leaned into me and I breathed quicker, through my nose, my lips pressed together. 

Slowly, slowly, the first ring yielded, and I gasped, clenched my eyes and held my breath. 

Slowly, slowly, Lilla broke through and held, knowing I needed stillness for a time. She'd prepared me well and it didn't hurt, just pressure and fullness.

"It's okay, baby, don't worry. I'm gonna fuck you good," she said softly, lovingly.

She began slowly, slid deep into me and I felt her body flush against me. Slowly in and out of me, an immeasurable fullness. 

I lay there, on my knees, head down with my cheek on the mattress, dazzling purple hair now covering my face, holding myself open for Lilla with long light burgundy nails. She moved back and forth in me with long, slow, deep strokes. I couldn't help letting go and folded my arms above my head. I realized I was rocking back a little, to meet Lilla's gentle thrusts. She felt so big in me. The sensitive nerves back there firing endlessly, blissfully. It felt so, so good, especially that spot, when she passed that spot. 

"Mmm, that's it. That's right, baby, push back, let me know you like it." I rose to my elbows. I gripped the sheet for leverage and moved back against Lilla. Eyes closed, I pushed back. I fucked her back. My gorgeous purple hair and dangly earrings snapped with our thrusts. 

I felt it start from deep inside. I felt something building inside me that demanded Lilla go harder, faster. Lilla slapped against me, moving faster, a steady pace.

She slowed, pulled out and moved me to my back. I slung my hair out of my face, felt my earrings downpull. I threw my legs up and back like an eager slut so Lilla could get to me, get back inside me because I needed her there. 

Over me, face full of love and lust, Lilla knew my need. She fucked me hard, knew that desperate need and kept at it. I spread wider, pleaded, "Oh god, baby, don't stop."

Lilla drove into me, her sweat dropped to my chest, splashes of darkness on my black lace bra. Lilla made small grunts as she fucked me fast and hard. My neck arched, eyes closed, building toward that moment, that singular moment where nothing else exists.

"More, harder, faster," I uttered in a husky voice. 

My legs up and wide, toes pointed to the ceiling and trying to curl inside my 5 inch fuck me pumps. Lilla grunted and pounded against me. My breathing ragged gulps of air. 

I laced my hands behind her neck, pulled her in and jammed my tongue in her mouth. I wanted her deeper and used my legs and heels to pull her in tight, then threw my legs back high and wide so she could give me long, hard, fast strokes. I rocked my hips on her cock with the need building inside of me. 

"Please baby," I begged into her mouth. 

Lilla drove into me again and again, on and on until I heard her cry out and then the world vanished and I shuddered. From my core bands of rapture blew outward and my whole body shuddered and shuddered and shuddered, the pleasure so extreme. 

When I finally returned, became aware if my surroundings, Lilla, still in me, lay on my chest. 

"Oh god, baby, oh my god," I barely got out.

"It's okay lover, don't say anything. I love you, baby. Take your time. You came hard, baby, I made you come." 

Lilla pulled gently out of me, took off the strap-on, snuggled next to me, said, "Mmm, that was nice, baby. You really took to that, didn't you, getting done with your own dick." She rose and took off her bra as she straddled my face, said, "Lick me, baby, use your mouth on me. You promised."

I pulled her to me and licked her sweetness. I chewed her hairless lips, her clit, kissed her, and licked her. She looked so beautiful above me, head down, then back as she worked her nipples hard. 

Using her wetness I worked a finger into her rear and she hissed, "Yes." With one hand twisting a nipple Lilla reached behind my head, pulled me into her hard and I heard her growing moan crescendo and felt her spasms on my tongue. 

After resting on my chest for a moment catching her breath, Lilla lay down beside me. "Oh my GOD baby, that was spectacular! Whew, permission granted to do that anytime. Okay, let's get some sleep, buttercup. Tomorrow's gonna be a big day."

"Uh oh," I thought as I turned off the light.

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The Bet Ch. 03



We arrived in New York, and after gathering our luggage, we hailed a cab, and made our way into the city. Sarah had booked us a room at nice boutique hotel in mid-town. When we got into the room, Sarah ordered me to strip down to my panties. I stood in the middle of the room, in front of the king sized bed as she walked slowly around me, looking me over. She appraised me like I was just an object, running her fingers along my body lightly. Touching me here, then there.

"OK pantyboy, time to trade up again," she announced. Standing behind me, she wrapped her arms around me, sliding her hands into my panties and pushed them down. The panties fell to the floor around my ankles. My cock began to rise to attention. "Spread your legs, and lean on the dresser," Sarah directed. I did as she told me, and looked at myself in the mirror mounted on the wall above the dresser. I could see my cock stiffening, and Sarah reaching into her carry-on bag. As I expected, she pulled out a small bottle of lube and another black plug. This one looked even larger then the last. It looked like it might be 2 inches at its widest. I felt like my eyes were about as large as I stared at the monster.

Sarah saw me staring and smirked at me. "Don't worry pantyboy, this won't hurt a bit. You're all warmed up already, this is just a little larger than the one you're wearing now. This will get you ready for the main event tonight." This was the second time she had alluded to a something greater later tonight. I wasn't sure I could handle anything larger, but her words brought images of Sarah pulling a giant plug out of her large roller bag.

My attention was brought back to the now as I felt Sarah pulling on the plug in my ass. This time, it seemed to slide out rather easily. Maybe she was right, I was getting used to this now. It had been almost 4 hours since she had inserted the first plug back in the parking garage. I felt her adding more lube to my ass. I couldn't be sure, but I think she slid two or three fingers into me, spreading the lube. It felt wonderful, and I let out a moan before I realized that I was doing it.

"Ooh, you like this pantyboy?"

"Yes, Mistress. I didn't know that it could feel this good."

"This is just the beginning...just the beginning."

And with that, I felt the now familiar feeling of the plug pushing into me. This one was larger. Despite what she had said, it wasn't too painful, but it did stretch me wider than I thought possible. It took a little coaxing, but the plug was soon deep inside my ass. Sarah told me we were going to dinner and a show. Then, we'd return here for the "climax" of our evening. With that, she giggled just a bit, not a girlish giggle, but more a fiendish giggle that had me a bit concerned.

"Give me a moment to get out what you'll be wearing tonight, pantyboy," Sarah said as she unzipped her suitcase. She tossed onto the bed a small plastic wrapped package, another pair of panties, this time black with some lace, and a matching garter. Next came a black camisole, its silky fabric shimmered in the light as she held it up to show me. I picked up the package and saw that they were a pair of sheer black stockings with lace tops. I fumbled a bit with the package. My hands were not cooperating fully more out of excitement than fear I realized. I sat on the edge of the bed, and managed to get the stockings on. They had a stretchy rubber lining at the tops to hold them up without the garter, but I reached for it anyway. The garter took a little more time to figure out, but I found that it fit rather nicely around my hips. After I got them attached to the stockings, I looked up and saw myself in the mirror. My legs looked more feminine than I would have expected encased in the sheer black stockings. I stepped into the panties, and as I pulled them on, I felt the smoothness of the stockings on my legs.

"Good pantyboy. I'm glad you understood the garter went before the panties. That's important."

I looked up and realized that while I had been focused on the stockings and garter, Sarah had completely changed her clothing. She had on a short black dress that barely covered the tops of her own thigh high stockings. The neckline was a steep "V" that reached almost to her navel. It was obvious that she wore no bra.

"Don't just stand there, pantyboy. Keep getting dressed. We've got a reservation to make," she ordered sternly.

The camisole fell loosely over my chest. The silky fabric felt exquisite against my skin. I quickly stepped into my slacks, and then went to my bag to get a new shirt. I found what I was looking for — a dark blue oxford — plenty dark enough to hide the camisole. As we left the hotel, I could feel eyes following us through the lobby. I had to convince myself that they were following Sarah, her sexy dress and high heels accentuated her toned legs and perfect figure. I could feel the stockings and the camisole with every step I took. The plug was no less noticeable as I focused on walking as normally as I could.

We took a cab to the restaurant. Sarah had found a nice dimly lit restaurant that was actually below street level. You could see people's feet walking by through the small windows mounted high up on the walls. We were seated in a booth, away from the traffic of the wait staff. Sarah had clearly prepared for our arrival as the hostess handed her a menu, and ignored me completely. She scanned the menu quickly, then placed it on the corner of the table and waited for the waitress to arrive.

When she did arrive, Sarah ordered for both of us. Throughout dinner and later the show, Sarah continued to take charge as if it was totally normal. Her demeanor was one of control and confidence that had me feeling less and less her companion, and more and more her pet. She didn't order me to "heel" or "sit" like I was literally a dog, but the way in which she did direct my actions, she may as well have done so. I found myself looking to her for direction, and at the same time, trying to anticipate her needs and wants.

I was constantly reminded that our evening out was just the beginning of more to come. Each time I shifted in my seat, or had to walk anywhere, the plug reminded me that this was no normal night on the town. The silky feel of the stockings and camisole beneath my clothes along with the plug had me hard almost the entire time. I don't even remember much of the show, not that I ever really enjoyed them anyway. Throughout the show, Sarah had her hand resting in my lap, fingers teasing my inner thigh and sometimes tracing the outline of my hard cock.

After the show, we returned to the hotel. The cab ride was uneventful except for the fact that Sarah was whispering into my ear. "Are you ready for me, pantyboy? You've been good tonight, keep it up, and you'll earn a reward."



The Bet Ch. 04



Part IV

"You want me to do what?" I asked, thinking I couldn't have possibly heard her right.

"You heard me," Cassie replied, quickly dispelling that notion, "I want you to seduce my mom."

I looked at her amazed. I really hadn't seen this one coming. "Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm serious," she answered, "I want you to seduce her, I want you to fuck the shit out of her, and then I want you to come back here and tell me all about it."

I continued to stare at her dumbfounded. The idea of me fucking her mom was… well, I didn't know what it was. It was new, that's for sure. We are completely (okay, almost completely) open with one another about our sexual fantasies, and have talked openly about who we would like to have sex with, be it a real possibility or just pure fantasy(in fact, that's how this whole thing got started, with my fantasy of fucking my mom, which Cassie set out to make come true), but through all the people we've discussed, her mom's name never came up. Now she had the opportunity to make me do anything, or anyone, she wanted, and this is what she came up with. Interesting.

I thought about her mom for a second, wondering suddenly why her name never had come up before, when so many others had. It wasn't the taboo of incest, that's for sure. We both actively enjoyed erotic stories about incest, and had speculated more than once about members of our own families – my mom(obviously) and my aunt, her older brother and a couple of her cousins. And it's not like her mom was a bad looking woman. Obviously, she shared some of her daughter's good looks; but whereas my mother was still only 38 and single, Cassie's mom was in her mid-forties and had been a married housewife for twentysome years. Over time, she had let her body slip a little. I wouldn't call her fat, but she definitely had some extra pounds on her – although much of it was in the right places, her tits and her ass. All in all, not the typical woman I would think of having sex with, but it was Cassie's mom and the perversion of that made the idea quite intriguing, after all. 

Cassie was looking at me expectantly, and I realized that I was supposed to have some kind of answer or something. "I, uh… your mom?" I asked again, just to make sure.

"Yes. My. Mom." she replied slowly, as if I were retarded. "I want you to seduce my mom. Just like I seduced your mom. I want you to fuck her and do all kinds of dirty things to her, just like I did to your mom. Now do you understand?"

"Yeah, it's just that…"

"Just that what?" she asked, raising one eyebrow like she had a way of doing. "Don't you try to get outta this. I won the bet, fair and square. Now you have to pay up."

Wow, she really did want me to do this. I was starting to get turned on by the idea, but I had just one reservation. "What about your dad?"

"What about him?" she laughed. "You could probably do it while he's at home in the other room. He wouldn't care. My parents haven't slept together in years, they don't even share a room. From what my mom tells me, he lost his sex drive a long time ago. In fact, he'd probably be grateful for keeping her from bugging him." 

"Really," I said. Well, who knew. I guess I should pay more attention when she's talking about family stuff. 

"Yup. So, now are you ready to accept the terms of my payment?"

I couldn't see any way out of it. And now that the thought had been planted, well, it was already starting to take off in my mind. Who knows, if I was successful, maybe in time there'd come a day when both of us would be fucking each other's mother, or maybe even our own mothers, at the same time. Now that would be something.

"Okay," I said, "I accept."

"Good," she purred, "Now let's go to bed, and you can tell me all about the nasty things that you're gonna do to my sweet old mom."

Cassie woke up the next morning pleasantly sore from all the sex the day before. She wanted nothing more than to remain cuddled up in bed all morning, but it was Monday, and that meant the gym. She got up, got dressed in her work-out gear and headed for the gym, leaving Jack still softly snoring in bed.

The gym was a couple miles away, so she had to drive there, but it was small and rarely busy, and that's why she liked it. Today was no exception, there only being four or five other people inside, and she went about her normal routine without anyone bothering her. She did a half hour of cardio, then moved on to weights. Some of the others had finished up, and now it was just her and two older guys, most likely retired and with nothing else to do, left. She was halfway through her second set of arm-curls when another girl, or should she say young woman, for she guessed her to be about 27 or 28, entered and took up one of the treadmills. She had seen the woman a couple times before, but had never really spoken to her before other than to say 'hello'.

For some reason, Cassie found herself watching her. She was quite pretty, with thick dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a nice shapely ass. She had a bit of a stomach, although you couldn't tell from a casual glance, and nice full breasts that bounced enticingly as she began to pick up speed on the treadmill. Cassie wasn't sure why, but for some reason she got the distinct feeling that the woman was a relatively new mother, and here at the gym to work off the last of her pregnancy weight.

Cassie kept watching her on and off, trying not to be too obvious as she continued to do her reps. She finished her arm-curls and moved on to the next machine, placing her now almost directly behind the woman. Now she could watch with impunity, and she found her eyes locking onto that ass every time she looked up. 

And what an ass it was, framed beautifully by the tight spandex shorts that clung snugly to its curves. Cassie began wondering what it would look like naked; she bet it would be perfect and smooth, with just a scarce dusting of delicate dark hair circling her anus. She thought about how it would feel, those firm white cheeks cupped in her hands, and pictured herself lowering her face down into that spread cleft, inhaling deeply of her musky scent, her tongue eagerly lapping at the girl's sweet nectar. As she watched, she could see a dark sweat stain beginning to form at the base of the woman's crack, and her twisted mind quickly had her thinking about licking that dark valley clean too.

She suddenly realized how aroused she had become, her pussy was wet and weeping into her panties, and it was all she could do to not touch herself. She squirmed about on her seat, seeking some relief but finding none. She couldn't get those thoughts out of her mind, and every time she looked up, there was that ass – beckoning to her. She wanted to go to the woman and grab her, to seduce her, to beg and plead with her, anything… to be able to be intimate with her right now. But she knew she couldn't, she didn't even know her name, she couldn't approach her like this, out of nowhere. She would have to come up with a plan, just like she had with Jack's mom. But for now, she had to get out of here.

She put down her weights, her set unfinished, and headed for the locker-room. There she quickly stripped down and ducked into the shower, hoping the water would cool her down – in more ways than one. Normally, she went straight home after her workout and showered there, but today she was going to make an exception. She adjusted the water temperature and began to lather up. She was tempted to pleasure herself right here, right now, while she was already worked up and the vision of that ass was fresh in her mind, but she would just die if someone were to come in and catch her. 

Besides, she needed her pussy licked really, really bad, and since Jack was sure to be gone to work by now, she had just the person for the job. His mom's workplace was only two blocks from here; and by Cassie's estimation, it had to be just about her lunchtime.

"Hi, Cin. What's up?"

Cindy jumped unexpectedly at the sound of Cassie's voice, and nearly knocked over everything on her desk. She worked as a real estate agent for a mid-sized firm, making decent money but nothing special. But she did have her own desk.

"Oh, Cassie! Jesus Christ, I didn't hear you come in," she said, gathering her composure, "What are you doing here?" She tried to make it sound off-hand, but it came out kind of forced and almost accusatory, and her cheeks had already turned a bright red.

Cassie smiled, pleased. Apparently, Cindy remembered yesterday, and if Cassie's presence alone had this much effect on her, then there was no way Cassie was going home without having her needs tended to. "I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I would stop by and take you to lunch. My treat."

"Umm, that's nice of you, but, uh… well, you see, I've got a bunch of clients coming in later, and I've got to prepare a bunch of documents first, so uh, I'm actually going to have to skip lunch today. You know how it goes." Cindy's face reddened some more, and she was doing everything she could to not make any eye contact, as her hands fluttered nervously about her desk. It was quite obvious that she was lying through her teeth.

Well, Cassie had figured as much, which was why she had checked up front with the secretary (who was quite a hottie) on her way in. In truth, Cindy only had one meeting scheduled for today and that wasn't until after four o'clock. She moved to the corner of the desk and casually leaned up against it, sliding half her ass and one leg up onto its surface, her other leg remaining on the floor. She had changed into clean clothes after her shower, and was now wearing a light colored halter top and a loose skirt. Sitting as she was, the skirt was riding up a little exposing her long, smooth leg and part of her thigh. She watched, amused, as Cindy tried hard not to look.

"Really?" she said, "That's weird. I asked the girl up front and she said you were open 'til four." Cindy's face went even redder if possible at being caught in a lie, her cheeks were positively glowing now. "Are you sure you can't slip away just for a little bit?" Cassie continued, pouting, "I planned this really nice lunch for us as a way of saying thank you for going shopping with me yesterday, and it'd be a shame if you can't go. We can make it quick, I promise. The place is just around the corner. It's new."

Cassie waited, having used her best little-girl voice and effectively shot down all of Cindy's arguments already, while Cindy looked at some post-it notes on her desk, pretending to think about whether or not she could spare the time. Cassie was pretty sure she was actually trying to come up with another logical excuse not to go, but evidently she failed, because she finally sighed and said, "Yeah, I guess I can sneak out for just a little, as long as we're back fairly quickly."

"No problem, we will be," Cassie replied, standing up, "And trust me, lunch is going to be just wonderful. You're going to love it."

They left the building and got into Cassie's car. She took them down a couple blocks, made a left and then a right, and pulled into a parking garage. She took one of the automated slips and started down to the second level.

"What are we doing here?" Cindy asked, "Isn't this the parking garage for the hospital?"

"Yep." It was. Or one of the outlying buildings to the hospital anyway, used mostly by the hospital staff and also by the workers of the surrounding businesses. Cassie found and open space and pulled in, shutting off the car.

"Why are we parking here? There's nowhere to go around here."

"You're right," Cassie replied, turning to face her, "But we're not going any farther. I got everything we need right here."

Understanding slowly began to dawn in Cindy's eyes. "That's right," Cassie cooed, turning her body sideways and leaning back against her door, "I've got your lunch for you right here." She spread her legs wide, hooking her right behind Cindy's seat. Her skirt slid up and puddled around her waist, exposing her wet, gleaming sex. Of course, she had chosen not to wear panties. "I hope you're hungry."

Cindy was staring at her, mouth agape, clearly shocked. It looked like she was trying to say something, but nothing came out. Her eyes flicked to Cassie's spread pussy, and then locked there involuntarily.

Cassie grinned, enjoying this new found power she had over her boyfriend's mom. She reached down and slid a finger up her slit, spreading her lips, displaying her bright pink inside to Cindy's gaze. She was already aroused and her finger slid smoothly, even trailing behind a sticky string of fluid as she pulled it away. She pushed her finger into her mouth and sucked it clean, making 'mmm' sounds as she did, but Cindy's eyes never left her pussy.

"Oh, that's good," Cassie said, "really, you should try some. I prepared it especially for you."

Cassie couldn't believe her own behavior. She really couldn't believe that she was doing this. If told yesterday even that she would be in this position, acting like she was, she would have laughed. But indeed, here she was, being a brazen whore, seducing her boyfriend's mother, and leading her down a path of depravity. This just wasn't like her. She had always liked girls, and she had been with more than a couple, but those had always been part of a threesome or more with Jack. She had never really picked up a girl on her own, had never been the one pushing the issue. But now she had, and it felt awesome! She had seduced this sexy older woman, and now she was the one in control. She was loving it, and had no intentions of stopping any time soon.

"C'mon Cin, better come and eat your lunch before it gets cold," she urged. 

Cindy was no longer staring at her pussy, she was too busy swiveling her head around, looking this way and that, trying to see if anyone was approaching from either direction. "Fine Cassie, I'll … do what you want," (even now she couldn't say 'eat your pussy') "but can we just get out of here and go somewhere more private. We can go to your apartment."

"Nah, we don't have time for that, remember? We have to get you back for all your important meetings." 

"It's okay," Cindy answered, completely missing the sarcasm in Cassie's voice she was so panicked, "I can spare a little more time, most of that stuff isn't that important."

"No, I'd rather just do it now," Cassie said firmly, leaving no more room for argument, "Besides, what would Jack think walking in and seeing his mother on her knees sucking his girlfriend's cunt right there in his own living room?" 

That got her attention. Her head snapped into place, and her eyes locked onto Cassie's, growing big as that thought penetrated her brain. Cassie had to fight hard not to laugh. She just loved throwing out those kind of comments. She made them sound off-hand, but she knew exactly what she was doing. They were meant to shock Cindy, keep her off balance, but also they implanted little thoughts deep into her mind. By mentioning Jack's name, she was innorexably tying him to all these amazing sex acts that were occurring, making him a piece of the puzzle. Eventually, she planned on him being a whole lot more. But for now, she was enjoying herself and her new found power. 

"That's right," she said, reaching out to softly brush Cindy's cheek, "Now let's just get you some lunch." She slid her hand past Cindy's cheek and to the back of her neck, where she gently began to pull her forward.

Cindy's eyes flicked to the left and right again, searching out the surrounding area. "But what if anyone comes by here?" she whined.

"Then they'll see the back of your head buried in my crotch and your ass waving in the air," Cassie replied, continuing to guide Cindy forward, forcing her to scramble up onto her hands and knees. She was now stretched across the center console, her hands on Cassie's seat, her knees on her own, as Cassie forced her head down between her thighs. "Now stop talking and start licking."

'Oh god, oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this,' Cindy thought, as her face came to rest directly in front of Cassie's spread pussy, 'I can't believe I'm letting her do this to me. What is wrong with me? How can I let this happen? For Christ's sake, she's young enough to be my daughter. Shit, soon enough, she will be my daughter. Why am I not stopping this?' Because she didn't want to, she realized. She didn't want to at all. From the first moment yesterday that her tongue had touched Cassie's pussy, she had been addicted. She didn't know why, but she knew that it was true. She had never been with a girl before, never even kissed a girl more than friendly. She supposed that she had thought of girls sexually once or twice when it had come up in conversation, but she had never seriously thought about herself with another woman, not even fantasized about it. But yesterday, when Cassie had rubbed her young pussy across her nose and then told her to lick it, she had done it. And then when she had tasted it, she had been hooked. Her own pussy had gotten so wet and excited, she hadn't been able to control herself. She couldn't ever remember having been so turned on, and then when she'd came – oh god, it had been like an eruption. She had never came like that.

Now here she was again, Cassie spread before her, urging her on, and once again her pussy was on fire. Her body was so sexually charged it was like someone had wired a high voltage wire through her. There was no way she couldn't do this. She knew it was wrong, but she didn't care.

She stuck her tongue out and licked Cassie's already wet slit. An unbidden moan escaped her lips as the taste of ripe, juicy pussy flooded her mouth, and she knew there was no going back – now, or ever. The taste of Cassie's young cunt in her mouth was ambrosia, and she began to lap it hungrily, sucking in its juices and savoring them as they rolled down her throat. She was no longer worried about what was happening outside of the car, all such thoughts had disappeared. Her only concern now was the sweet, slick pussy in front of her.

She worked up and down those beautiful pink lips, licking, kissing, sucking, working every sensitive area of Cassie's young pussy, occasionally driving her tongue in deep to pull out a mouthful of delicious girl-juice, reveling in its taste like it was fine champagne. She was still new to pussy licking, but she did what she herself enjoyed, licking Cassie softly, teasingly, up and down, blowing gently into her wet folds, only occasionally making contact with her protruding clit. She wanted so badly to please her, to please this little girl that had introduced these new desires into her life; she wanted only to make her feel good. Her own pleasure would come as a result of that; she would feel ecstasy by making Cassie feel ecstasy, her only goal to make Cassie come.

Not that she needed to worry about that, Cassie could already feel her climax beginning to build deep inside of her. "Oh yeah, that's it baby," she purred, "that's it, right there, yeah just like that. Mmmmmm." Cassie spread her legs even wider, and buried her hands in Cindy's hair, guiding her face where she wanted her to go. "Oh Cin, oh yeah, right there, baby. Right there. Oh god, keep it up, just like that. Lick me Cin, lick me slut. Oh, mmmm, oh god you're such a good little cunt-licker!"

That wasn't quite true, Cassie thought. It wasn't that Cindy was an incredible pussy-licker like her son, her technique definitely still needed a bit of work, but just being able to look down between her spread thighs and being able to see Cindy's face there, to see her tongue sliding up and down her wet gash, to see her on hands and knees, her ass waving in the air… all of it, it was just amazing. Knowing that she had made this happen on her own, that she had seduced this older straight woman, and turned her into a cunt-licking slut. That was what was turning her on – the mental aspect of it all, the control and domination that she now held over her boyfriend's mom. She felt like a goddess, and that Cindy was a disciple, worshipping her through the altar of her pussy. 




The Bet Ch. 04



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*****

We bet big. To the winner, anything goes for the weekend and the loser must comply. I thought I had it in the bag, but she won. And now I had no hair, the hard way. Except for my head, she waxed me stem to stern Friday night. On Saturday, she dressed me in sexy lingerie and gave me a world class handjob during halftime. Saturday night she dressed me in sexy lingerie and did me with a very special strap-on. Lilla had plans.

Sleeping on my side I woke to a cold pressure at my rear. As I drifted into awareness I arched my back some so she could take me more easily. She slipped in gently and set a leisurely Sunday morning pace. The immense fullness in my rear was wonderful, welcome. She reached around to my hardening cock and stroked me. Her hand felt like silk on me. 

"Good morning, baby," I heard close to my ear. "I saw your sweet little ass there and just couldn't resist. I hope you don't mind," Lilla said softly as she stroked me faster until, with a small moan, I came. "Here, baby," she said as she brought her fingers to my mouth for cleaning. 

"Mmm, you sure are enjoying all of this, baby doll. You sure you've never been a backdoor man before?" she teased. 

"Your backdoor," I laughed. "And good morning to you, too," I said as I reached back and squeezed her. 

We had a light breakfast, drank coffee, read the paper. Finally Lilla came over, worked off my beautiful plum wig and said, "Okay sugar, you know the drill by now. Get up there and do the triple S, use those Fleet thingies, and I'll meet you in the bedroom." 

I did all that and came out of the bathroom naked. Lilla said, "Not so fast, eager beaver, let's get you dolled up before you put on the goodies this time." 

So she did it again. Lilla worked her makeup magic on me and used subtle shades of girl stuff to downplay masculinity and enhance femininity on my fairly androgynous features. Then the dangly earrings that caught the light. The black lace choker to hide my Adam's apple. And the spectacular almost shoulder length deep purple wig with sexily parted bangs, the highlights shimmering in the light. She also put several thin silver metal bracelets on both of my wrists that made dainty clinks whenever my arms moved.

"There. Not bad if I say so myself. C'mon, back to the bedroom, sweets." Standing, I was amazed yet again to see a decent looking babe staring back at me from the mirror. I closed my eyes, shook my head slightly and felt the graceful sway of my beautiful dark plum colored hair, felt its delicate caress on my face and the tug of earrings on my lobes. My cock twitched. I stood and walked into the bedroom.

On the bed were the goodies. The scalloped top sheer black thigh highs that came up almost to my crotch. She was right, it did feel nice when my boys rubbed against them. The pointy five inch fuck me pumps, no sides, stiletto heels, ankle straps. A black lace thong. A black long sleeved lace dress, sleeves flared at the forearm. I figured that she was dressing me in all these flared long sleeved outfits for the same reason she painted my long fake nails a light burgundy, so I'd be more conscious of the femininity, feel more feminine. There was something else on the bed that didn't register at first. 

"Lilla, what are those?"

"Aren't they awesome? Those are your new tits, baby. I got them from this website. You wouldn't belive the stuff they have, they've got everything! You're a C cup, baby, hefty three inchers, how about that. It was a really hard decision, baby, there were so many great models to choose from. The Kirsten Dunsts, the Diane Lanes and Drew Barrymores were outstanding. And the Teri Hatchers were spectacular! I finally narrowed it down and went back and forth between the Halle Berrys and Elizabeth Hurleys, but in the end I went with the Hurleys. They're classics. What do you think?" she asked, beaming proudly.

"Why are they shaped like that?" The breast and base was wide and only slighlty rounded on the top, and the sides and bottom of the base followed the shape of the breast. 

"They're wider at the top than regular breast forms to look more realistic. That way they hang naturally and don't look plopped on. Here, take a look," Lilla said as she handed me one.

I held a flesh colored boob. The cover felt like skin, and it was soft and jiggled like the real thing. The areola sized somewhere between a quarter and a fifty cent coin, with nipples mid-way between soft and erect. 

"What's it made of?"

"Who knows, pumpkin, some hi-tech stuff and space age materials. The website went on and on about their 'breast density matrix' and 'breast fluid viscosity.' Pff, whatever. All I know is they feel real. Did you notice? The base side is a little bit firmer."

I turned it over. "What's that?"

"That, baby cakes, is the optional clamp. Isn't it brilliant?" she gushed. "It's a teensy clamp that attaches to your nipple with a little adhesive to help it stay put. Then, and this is the best, cupcake, then when the fake nipple is pulled you feel a tug on yours. Isn't that wild? I mean, who thinks up this shit?" Lilla said as she smiled brilliantly, leaned slightly at the waist for emphasis, then clapped her hands and bounced up and down on her toes a few times. 

"How's it do that?"

"Who cares? I think it has a little string thingy attached to the nipple and the clamp somehow. Oh, and the harder you pull the nipple the more the clamp digs in. Ha! You're gonna love it, you'll see. C'mon, let's get these babies on you."

"Ugh." I let my head drop, chin against chest, again. 

Lilla put adhesive on the back of the breast and on the clamp. She pulled the clamp out a little from its recessed position and I noticed the nipple sucked in some. I stood silently while she put the clamp on my nipple, eyed me like she was hanging a picture on the wall and, presto, I had a boob. The clamp wasn't pinching, but resting comfortably until called into action. As Lilla put the other one on me I asked her how to get them off. She said I wouldn't want them off, but a hot shower would do it. 

The color of my breasts was almost exactly the shade of my skin. The edges of the base glued to my skin tapered to a thin sharp point and blended so smoothly you could hardly tell where they ended. Lilla marched me back into the bathroom and my new tits swayed naturally. I could feel the clamps presence, but no pinch. It was weird. It was surprisingly erotic. My cock twitched.

Lilla used some more makeup to really blend in the edges and when she was done stood behind me looking at me in the mirror. 

"Ohmigod, baby. I don't think God or even Industrial Light and Magic could have done a much better job."

We stared at my shapely C cup breasts, the inside edges curving gracefully up towards each other, blending naturally onto my chest about an inch apart. The outside edges rounding out a bit past my slim torso, out and up and also blending smoothly and naturally at the top. From the top my breasts sloped down, out, back in, where the bottoms curved slightly back up to meet the base. I stared at my natural looking tits. My cutting edge Hurleys.

I twisted side to side, leaned side to side, bounced on my toes and my lifelike breasts swayed and jiggled and settled naturally. Amazing. And they were only the barest hint lighter than my own skin. I figured that depending on the light you probably couldn't tell the difference. I stood there staring at myself, pulled a towel around my waist and was astounded. A good looking woman with a killer body. 

"Oh, hell yeah," whooped Lilla. "Let's get you dressed!"

I pulled on the sheer black stockings and they almost floated up by bare legs by themselves. I carefully pulled the lace dress over my head and down. It was a slightly snug from the neck to the hips and stretched easily. The neck was a wide oval, almost to my shoulders and dropping down my back a few inches and more in front, showing some cleavage. From the hips down it flared, undulated easily around me and ended about mid thigh. It had a lot of swish to it. Black lace thong. And the five inch fuck me pumps. 

Lilla told me to go downstairs and make up some mimosas. As I did, carefully in my five inch fuck me pumps, I was startled at the sight of the beautiful woman who met my eye in the foyer mirror. I stared, turned this way and that. "I could actually pass in public," I marveled. Almost in a daze, I continued on and made us a pitcher of mimosas.

"Wow. Nice rack there, Liz," Lilla teased as she entered the kitchen and I handed her a drink. She moved in tight, caressed my breast, and as it moved under her hand I felt shifting weight and the promise of the clamp. "Cheers, baby. Amazing, isn't it? God, you're tits are perfect." We drank a toast and as I raised my glass my arm grazed my breast and again I felt the subtle weight shift. It felt sensuous, erotic. 

Lilla went with a lipstick lesbian theme today. Except for the shoes she wore the outfit I had on yesterday. A sexy, florescent green lace top with long flared sleeves. A wide garter belt and sheer black stockings. A sexy, flippy, swishy black miniskirt. And five inch black fuck me pumps. Subtle makeup. Her stunning red hair in careful disarray. A lump under the skirt told me she had on the strap-on, bent down from the looks of it. She was spectacular. 

We went into the den. Lilla didn't waste any time today. She took my drink, set it on the coffee table, put her hand on my neck and kissed me. She rubbed my front. She'd worked her makeup and lingerie magic on me and I felt so feminine, so receptive. I loved that she wanted me, that she desired me. I wanted her to show me how much she wanted me. I wanted to please her. She kissed me, and I was hers. 

"Down girl," Lilla said softly as she pushed me over the high, wide, round arm of our brown leather couch. "I'll be good to you, sweets, nothing but goodness."

I let her push me over, settled on my waist and put my arms out, palm down, to support me, my deep plum colored hair fell around my face. I felt the tugging swing of my dangly earrings, heard the bracelets light tinkling. I saw my lacey sleeves leading down to my long, light burgundy nails. I felt the weight of my breasts pulling down and settling, the shape changing to perfectly fit my position. It surprised me to realize that I wanted Lilla, wanted her in me, back there. I closed my eyes, arched my back a little, raising my rear to her. 

Lilla caressed my rear. Said, "Mmm, baby, I do love that ass. You know I love you to fuck my ass, hon, love to feel your cock back there. It's always open for you, isn't it, baby. You love it too, don't you. You weren't sure you would, but you do. Like my cock in your ass, that is. Your cock. Isn't that wild, doll, a kit to make a dildo from a mold of your dick. What's it like to get fucked with your own cock, baby. I can't even imagine what that does to your head."

I moaned softly as she caressed my rear, rubbed across my front. She flipped my skirt up and pulled off my thong. I felt cool slickness on my opening. I felt a thin pressure. I reached back and spread my ass for her and heard my bracelets clink, felt my breasts shift. 

"Ooh, very good, hot cakes, very good. What is it that you want, baby, tell me what you want," Lilla said as she rubbed my cock.

"Please," I said. 

She kept the pressure at my opening steady, didn't push into me. I tried rocking my hips back up to her, but she moved with me, denying me. "Please," I said again. 

"You have to tell me, baby, like I tell you."

"Oh god. Please Lilla, put it in." 

"Uh uh, baby, you know what I want. Good for the goose, good for the gander," she said lovingly as she continued to rub me. She snaked a thin finger up my rear and pressed my prostate. She caressed my back and around to my breast. 

"Oh god, fuck me Lilla, please fuck me," I gasped.

"That's my little whore. Okay, baby, since you asked I'll fuck you real good." Lilla gently pressed her cock into me and slid deep. She stayed there, swayed and twisted side to side some. 

"Like it? You like our cock in your ass? Mmm, baby, I'm fucking your ass with your cock. You're feeling what I feel when you fuck me. When you fuck my ass. So thick and full back there. Yeah, baby, you like it, your cock is hard. Are you ready? Can you picture me? Behind you. Against your ass in a sexy green lace top, black miniskirt, sheer black stockings held up by that sexy wide garter belt. And five inch fuck me pumps. Looking down at my cock in your ass. Hold that image while I fuck you, baby. Are you ready? It's okay baby, let me know when you're ready."

"Yes," I husked, and put out my hands and arms to support me. 

And she began. Lilla gave me long, deep, slow stokes. The wide head of our cock slipped back and forth across that special place and I loved her for finding it again and again. 

A new sensation. My breasts moved with Lilla's thrusts and I felt the weight of them pull on my skin. Forward then back. No twist from the clamp, but I felt its presence and the light sensation reminded me of a nipple rubbing across fabric. Sensual. I moaned and relaxed back there as much as I could so she could take me. Oh god, my breasts, hair and earrings swaying while she fucked me. I loved it. On and on she went, and the pressure built inside me and I wanted that release. Lilla grunted behind me. She stabbed into me relentlessly. I sensed her building need and wanted her to use me to get there. I wanted that. I wanted her to use me for her pleasure. 

She rocked against me and it felt wonderful. On and on she went. Lilla took me from behind and finally groaned and yelled. She eased out of me and slumped over my back, her cock between my legs, nestled against me. I'd felt my own growing need, but I couldn't get there. Instead, I glowed knowing she found her release through me. 

My nipples throbbed lightly and as I stood up, my lacey dress slid over my rear. My breasts settled back in to place and I liked the feel of the shifting mass. 

"Thank you, baby. That was nice. This dildo is awesome. I'm just using the fuckey part today, but it sure did hit the sweet spot. Was it good for you, baby? I hope so, I hate to say it, but I almost forgot about your pleasure. Do guys do that? Work their cock in and out trying to come and forget about everything else? Do you do that? Sometimes, baby, I'm happy just to feel you ride me. I don't always come, but love your cock in me and making you come."

I smiled with understanding. 

"Cheers, baby," I said and kissed her. 

"C'mon girlfriend, we got some football to watch."

"I thought you said femmes only watched girly shows."

"Nah, you can be fem and watch sports. Besides, big game today, Barbie."

"I know."

"Okay, so you go get the fixings, make another pitcher of mimosas and hurry your sexy ass back in here." 

In the kitchen I prepared the snacks. I was aroused the whole time. My bracelets tinkling, my flared sleeves and dress flowing, my dangly earrings and brilliant hair swinging, My breasts swaying. High heels altering my step. I registered all of these feminine sensations as I moved about the kitchen. 

My arms brushed against my breasts as I reached for things. My nipples brushed against my lace dress. No, my fake nipples brushed against my lace dress and the clamp moving slightly on my nipple made it feel so real.

We sat on the coach in front of the television, sipping mimosas and watching the game. Lilla liked football, but it seemed to me an odd sight: Two chicks in sexy lingerie watching the game. Me in my sexy long sleeve lace dress that snuggled lightly against my C cup breasts then flared at the hips, sheer stockings, five inch stiletto fuck me pumps, tinkly bracelets, dangly earrings and dazzling deep purple wig. Lilla in her florescent green lace top with long flared sleeves, wide garter and sheer black stockings, sexy swishy black miniskirt, and her own pair of black five inch fuck me pumps. I was aroused the whole game. 

After the game, I looked over at Lilla. So gorgeous. She gave me a dazzling smile and I wanted to make her happy. I reached under her skirt, bent the strap-on upright and made sure it was seated in the right spot. I still had lubrication in me from before but put a little more on the tip. I swung a leg over her and, looking into her loving, stunning eyes, settled down on her, all the way until I felt her thighs against me. She spread her legs a little and pushed up some. She was huge in me. 

With my feet hooked over Lillas' spread knees, I rocked my hips, slid forward and back, moving the base against her. My cock grew hard as I ground against her. I worked the base of the strap-on against her and she leaned back, closed her eyes and smiled.

"That's nice, baby. Feels real good," Lilla softly said. 

I felt so full back there as I rocked my hips on her. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers, my tongue parted her soft full lips and pushed in with love. My hair cascaded around us creating our special, private world where only the two of us existed while we kissed and kissed and kissed. 

When we finally broke away Lilla cupped my breast, massaged me and fondled me. I felt weight shift, the tug of the clamp, not hard, but slightly pulling this way and that. Lilla bent forward and took licked my nipple through the lace. She pulled my dress off my shoulder and down below my breasts. I shrugged off the sleeves and my dress folded downward under my breasts. Lilla fondled and played with my breasts and I closed my eyes and enjoyed her touch. She took my nipple between her teeth and leaned back. My breast stretched after her. The string grew taught and the clamp bit. She pinched my nipple and I moaned. I ground against her and she played with my breasts and nipples. Lilla scooped my precum with two fingers, put them in my mouth and I sucked them as our eyes locked.

After a time, I leaned back, supported by my arms, my hands on the coffee table while I ground against her, her thick cock deep inside of me. Looking down between my naked breasts, I watched Lilla stroke my cock with her small hand, smile, lean forward, and take me into her mouth. 

She sucked me and used her hand on me as I rocked my pelvis against her, looked down between my shapely bare breasts and watched her gorgeous red hair sway. The feeling was overwhelming, so much pleasure front and back. She sucked me and I pulled my nipple and felt the sting of the clamp as I came. Lilla reached up, put a hand behind my neck and pulled me to her. As our tongues collided I tasted salty come and I moaned while she swirled her tongue around mine. As we kissed I couldn't help it, I had to feel it, and rose up and down on her cock, felt that wonderful thickness slide over and over that spot. I moaned into her mouth. 

I settled and ground against her on and on, watching her breath faster and harder until she grabbed my hips and peaked and came and came and came.

I stayed on her, hugged her, my face nuzzled in her gorgeous red locks, covered now by my dazzling deep purple hair. I finally eased off of her and said, "That was nice, sweety, that was lovely," kissed her and went to freshen up a little in my five inch stiletto fuck me pumps and swaying feminine things. 

And the day wore on. We sipped mimosas, watched television, read, and lounged about in our lacy girly clothes. She made me practice walking in my five inch fuck me pumps. She had me deep throat her some and I was a bit stunned to find I could do it with ease now. Before our romantic candlelight dinner she had me lean over the kitchen island on my elbows, flipped up my lacey skirt and took me one more time. I loved feeling my dangly earrings tugging, my fabulous hair swishing, and especially my breasts swaying with Lilla's powerful thrusts that caressed that sweet spot inside of me. That pressure built a bit, but we groaned and laughed and had to stop when the oven timer went off. 




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After dinner, Lilla took me upstairs, took off my dress and put a stretchy black lace chemise on me. It had spaghetti straps, plunging neckline and came down to just below my rear. She took me to the bathroom so I could see myself in the mirror. I was stunning. Lilla put on a black lace bra that matched the wide garter belt and sheer scalloped top hose. She had connected the two dildo parts and was wearing it. 

We stood by the bed and kissed. We parted and Lilla pushed gently downward on my shoulder. I dropped to my knees and raised my hand, bracelets tinkling, held her steady and took her in my velvet mouth, the movement of the dildo made her moan. My tongue swirled around the head once, then I plunged deep, back up. I looked up at her, my eyes blazing, gave a small nod. 

Lilla ran her fingers along the side of my head through my dazzling dark purple almost shoulder length hair. She curled her fingers, gripped my hair in her hands, and fucked my mouth, hard. 

I practiced what I'd learned as she thrust deeply, my nose against her, then back out, again and again. My earrings swinging wildly. She held me to her and sat on the edge of the bed, her hands held my hair, thrust her hips as she could, moved my head down and up while I made small sounds. She grabbed the hair at the back of my head with one hand, reached down and fondled my breasts and pulled my nipples, making me groan with the bite of the clamps. She fucked my mouth and kneaded my cock with her foot. She fucked my mouth, pulled on my nipples and stroked my cock with her foot until she came with a sharp moaning sound. 

Lilla pulled out of my mouth and pulled me up against the edge of the mattress, pushed my torso down on the bed, my cock hard down the side of the bed, and stabbed into me from behind, making me cry out. 

"Yeah, baby, do it, fuck me hard, make me come," I rasped as she pinned my hips against the mattress edge, again and again, over and over, my outstretched hands clutching the bedspread, the press of my breasts under me. That incredible pressure was building and building. Her sweat was dripping on my back when that glorious pressure peaked and I finally cried out, my body went limp while she rode on. She hammered into me for some time more and finally came with a guttural moan.

She collapsed on my back, her cock slowly disengaging, hugged me. I reached back with one hand to cradle and rub her neck, said in a soft voice, "Muy caliente, bambino, muchas gracias." 

"De nada, mi amor. I wasn't too hard on you, was I, baby?" 

"No baby, when I'm in the mood, I love you to use me hard. I wouldn't like it all the time, but sometimes, ooh la la!" I said, as we replayed our Friday night start. I squirmed out from under her. "Come up here, baby, and lay on your back."

She lay down and I straddled her, looked into her eyes as I took her inside, a small smile escaped as I descended. I lay on her, breast to breast, kissed her, snuggled my head against her hair and sighed, her arms around me. In this way, we slowly ground to a lovely finale. 

"I love you, baby."

Softly, "I love you, too, babydoll. This has been a lot of fun for us, hasn't it, baby. Your hair's not gonna grow back for a few weeks. What do you think, baby? Should we have some more of this fun? I know you'd li-ike it."

"Mmm, it has been pretty fun. More fun than I thought it would be. Sure, I guess so. But it's gonna be hard to top this weekend."

"Wanna bet?" she said as I turned the light out.

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READERS: I hope you have enjoyed The Bet. This chapter sort of wraps it up but also leaves it open ended. I don't know if I'll continue this series any further, but if I do what direction would you like to see it take? 



The Bet Ch. 04



I closed the door to our hotel room and latched the lock. Sarah ordered me to strip down to just the undergarments that she had provided me.

"Lay down on the bed, on your back," Sarah instructed. I quickly complied, eager to please her. Whatever she had planned, I was more than ready at this point. She reached into her luggage, and pulled out a blindfold mask. She slipped it over my eyes, and whispered into my ear, "okay my pantyboy, time for Mistress to have her fun."

I lay still and listened to her moving about the room for a few minutes. At times, I could feel her get on and off of the bed, but after a few minutes, I had no idea what she was up to.

"Raise your hands above your head," she ordered. I felt something wrap around my wrists, and soon discovered my hands were now bound and tied down so that I could not move them from above my head. She had my arms stretched above me toward the head of the bed, not so tight that it hurt, but enough that I couldn't move them. As I played gently with my binds to see just how tightly I was bound, I felt something wrapped around my ankle, then my foot was pulled and secured to one corner of the bed. Soon, the other followed.

"Are you ready?" she whispered into my ear, then flicked her tongue seductively along my ear lobe.

"Yes," I managed, just barely.

I heard Sarah rummaging around in her bag again, then felt her climb onto the bed.

"Stick out your tongue, pantyboy."

I reached out with my tongue, not sure if there was something in front of me to lick. Just as I thought there was nothing there, I felt her. Her flesh pressed down onto me, and my tongue tasted her sweetness. The unmistakeable flavor of her pussy filled my senses.

"Mmmmm, yes pantyboy, eat your Mistress."

She lowered herself onto me, and rode my face, pressing her pussy onto my eager lips and tongue. I could tell that she was facing away from me in a 69 position. As she smothered my face with her pussy, I could feel her begin to slide her whole body onto mine, her hands stroking along my abs, then down legs. She brushed lightly along my panty encased cock. Her hands then slid over my balls, and down between my legs. She pushed on the plug, pressing it deeper inside me. I could tell by her wetness and the little noises that she made that she was getting closer to an orgasm. I licked and sucked harder, knowing that she likes it. She rolled her pelvis so that her clit was easily accessible. I licked it and sucked it into my mouth, flicking my tongue over her most sensitive spot. Her moans grew louder, her legs clamped down on my head. She was cumming. Her fingers dug into my thighs. Her pussy was flowing freely, and I tried to drink her nectar.

"Mmmm...pantyboy, that was good. Now, it's time I fucked you."

She climbed off of my face, and off of the bed. I could hear some more noises as she move things around, then I felt my ankles being released from their restraints. Her hands slid off my panties, leaving me in the stockings and garter and camisole. then she lifted legs to my chest, knees bent. More wrapping, and I found myself tied up again, now with my knees bent up toward my chest and splayed. She pushed a pillow beneath my ass, raising it up off of the bed.

I felt her hands on my ass, then my cock and balls. Stroking me gently before she began to pull on the plug in my ass. She pulled it out, stretching me as the widest point on the plug pulled out of me. Then she pushed it back in. Back and forth, she fucked my ass with the plug for a couple minutes. I had thought that the plug was giant earlier, but now it slid easily in and out of me. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before. As the plug pressed into me, I could feel pressure inside me as the plug pressed against my prostate. That pressure sent waves of pleasure through my cock and up into my entire pelvic region. Groans of pleasure spilled from my mouth, uncontrolled. Then, she remove the plug. I felt suddenly empty. I almost protested, and then felt something pushing against my anus.

Sarah's hands were on my knees, leaning on me for leverage. A brief wave of confusion struck me as I realized that her hands were on my knees, and yet something was pushing against my anus. Whatever it was, it easily slid inside me...."it's time to fuck you"...I realized that what she meant was to literally fuck me in the ass. She was wearing a strap on.

As she continued to push the dildo into my, I marveled at its size. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming. The plug had been large, but the dildo far surpassed the plug in its ability to fill me. It felt thicker then the plug, and clearly longer. It pushed deep inside me. Just as I thought I could accept no more of it, I felt Sarah's pelvis press against me.

"Good pantyboy, I knew you could handle all of me."

Sarah began to pump in and out of me. With each thrust, waves of pleasure rippled through me.

"Mmmm..you like this don't you pantyboy. You are my little slut aren't you? No more pantyboy...I think I'll call you my little slut. You like getting fucked in your little slut ass don't you?"

"Ohh...yes Mistress, please fuck my little slut ass..."

"Yes, my little slut...tell me how much you like it in your little slut ass." The waves of pleasure were nothing I had ever felt before. I could feel my cock was harder than it had ever been before. Sarah wasn't even touching it, but I could tell that if she kept fucking me, thrusting against my prostate, that I was going to cum.

"Ohh...Mistress please don't stop. I need to be fucked deep in my little slut ass. Mmmmm it feels so good. So good...I think I'm going to cum Mistress..."

Suddenly, she pulled out, and pulled away from me. I no longer felt her weight on the bed. I felt empty, and my impending orgasm was slipping away.

"Mistress? please...fuck me...let me cum...." I begged.

Just as quickly as she had pulled out of me, something was forced into my anus. It slid in quickly and easily. It was the plug again. A glimmer of hope that she would fuck me with the plug floated across my consciousness. Then, despite the blindfold mask, flashes of light blinded me along with a snap and hot pain across my ass.

"You are not here for your pleasure, my little slut," Sarah scolded me. White flashes again filled my vision, heat burned across my ass. "You will learn your place slut! You'll cum only when I allow it. You are here for my pleasure, slut. And right now,..." more lines of heat and pain on my ass, "I'm enjoying heating up your ass and watching you squirm."

Sarah continued to flog my ass. Unable to see, her blows came without rhythm and without warning. I could feel tears wetting the blindfold around my eyes. Just as I thought I could take no more, the flogging stopped. Sarah's hands gently stroked my ass cheeks, soothing away the sting.

"Mmmm now that's better my little slut," she soothed. "Now, let's get back to that fucking." Sarah again removed the plug from my ass, and just as before, I felt her dildo slide inside me, filling me completely. She resumed a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of me in long fluid strokes. Her hands worked their way up my chest, pushing the camisole up out of the way, fingers finding my nipples. She began to pinch and squeeze them sending jolts of pain and pleasure through my body. It didn't take long before I was again on the verge of orgasm.

"Ohhh...please Mistress...may I cum?" I begged.

"Not yet my little slut," she said. One hand left my nipple and then grabbed by balls, squeezing them. Hard enough to hurt and to dispel my impending orgasm. Sarah kept pumping in and out of my ass, pinching my nipple, and now squeezing my balls. The pain mixed with the ecstasy I felt from getting my ass fucked. Sarah didn't let up, and as I neared climax, she would squeeze my balls just hard and pinch and twist my nipple enough to bring me back down. My mind was awash in sensation, and I knew that I was soon not going to be able to stop my climax. As if she could sense that I was losing control, she stopped. She withdrew the dildo from my ass, but quickly replaced it again with the plug. Again, my ass was on fire as she began to whip me again.

After what felt like minutes, I felt Sarah's hands untying my legs, stretching them out again, spread eagle on the bed. I felt her climb on the bed, then she straddled my chest. The blindfold was lifted, and I was looking up at her, naked and beautiful. She gazed down at me, smiled then leaned down, hands on either side of my head, slid her body down so that our lips were just inches apart. She stared into my eyes, then kissed me. Her tongue invaded my mouth. She broke from the kiss, licked her lips seductively, then raised her lower body over my rock hard cock. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed my cock, pointing it at her pussy.

"Are you ready my little slut? Remember, you don't cum until I say you cum."

With that, she lowered herself onto my cock. Never before had her pussy felt so good wrapped around my shaft. She rolled her hips, rubbing her clit against me. Sarah's hands slid back onto my chest, fingers on my nipples again, rolling them between her thumb and fingers. Pinching them as her pussy ground into me. I could sense she was nearing an orgasm. I knew I was not going to be able to hold out much longer either.

"Mistress, please may I cum?" I begged, "I can't hold out much longer, please Mistress?"

After just a few more rolls of her hips, her body tensed as she climaxed. Her fingers pinched down on my nipples like vices, sending jolts of pain through me.

"Cum for me slut, cum for your Mistress!"

I released inside her. My orgasm literally had me seeing flashes of light as I felt my orgasm flooded my senses with ecstasy. The pain from my nipples mixed with my orgasm creating a new euphoria in me. With the plug filling me, nipples screaming in pain, my orgasm swept through my entire body. I heard screams of ecstasy that I could not tell if they were me or Sarah.

As we came down from out orgasms, Sarah rested her body against me breathing hard, then pushed herself to a sitting position.

"We're not done slut...Time to get cleaned up, slut," she said, a grin on her face that told me something new was coming. She carefully lifted herself from my now semi-hard cock, then quickly moved up toward my head. Straddling my face, her wet pussy lips were just inches from my face. I looked at her lips, then up her body to see her looking down at me with that same smile.

"I want you to clean my pussy now." I knew exactly what she wanted, and I wanted it more than I could have imagined. Looking back to her pussy lips, glistening with her juices and my cum, I opened my mouth and reached for her with my tongue. "That's a good slut," Sarah purred and lowered herself onto my mouth.

I pushed my tongue between her lips, deep into her pussy. She tasted sweet and tangy. I ate her pussy, licking her lips, sucking on her clit, sucking my cum from her. Sarah squeezed her thighs around my face, smothering me, riding me so that her pussy was my whole world. I ate her pussy and drank my cum as the gift that it was, stealing air when I could. I lost my sense of time, but simply kept licking and sucking her pussy while staring up her body. She had her breasts in her hands, rolling her own nipples between her fingers as she neared another climax. Sounds were muffled but I could tell she was moaning and screaming in pleasure as she rode through he climax, her body tensing and shivering in ecstasy.

When she had come down from her orgasm, she peered down at me and gave me that same smile again.

"Mmmm...slut that was so good, I want you to keep going. Your Mistress needs another."

With that, she shifted her body so that her ass was over my mouth. I understood, and pushed my tongue against her anus. I worked to tongue fuck her ass, licking around her opening, and pushing my tongue inside her as far as I could. At one point, she began to roll her hips like she fucked me, allowing me to lick her from her ass to her clit and back. By now, she had one hand on her clit and one on her nipple. When she came again, she pressed her ass to my tongue, rubbing her clit in time with her screams. She rolled forward again, allowing me to drink her cum from her pussy before she dismounted my face, and settled her body against mine.

Running her nails up and down my body, pausing briefly every few strokes to tickle my balls or pinch a nipple, she rested against me purring.

"Slut, that was wonderful. You have served your Mistress well."



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Oh, God. That thought started her on the final spiral. Her breathing was coming in gasps now, and each successive lick to her pussy was sending jolts of pleasure throughout her entire body. She grabbed Cindy by the back of the head and pulled her roughly forward, mashing her face into her wet, saliva-covered pussy. Cindy was her slave now, to be used however she needed, and right now she needed to get off. Her hands wrapped tightly into Cindy's hair, refusing to let her move, as she began to buck and grind against Cindy's beautiful face, humping her impassively, ferociously, using her like she would use a dildo. Her orgasm was coming now, and she humped harder and faster, rubbing her wet gushing slit up and down Cindy's face, grinding her clit hard against Cindy's nose and lips. Then, like that, she was cumming, exploding in a body-wrenching orgasm.

She came hard, her head thrown back against the window, her thighs clamped tight around Cindy's head. She could feel the walls of her cunt spasming over and over pushing out her girl-cum in waves, until finally her orgasm was over and she collapsed against the door in a dizzy heap. Cindy was still licking her, sucking up everything she could from Cassie's slit, drinking her sweet juices while rubbing frantically at her own panty-covered crotch. Finally Cassie had to push her away, her clit being too sensitive for anymore. 

Cindy groaned her disapproval as she was forced away from Cassie's spent pussy. She looked up at Cassie, her eyes clearly showing her need. "Oh Cassie! Just a little more, please. I'm so close! I need to cum! Oh God! Let me taste you while I cum."

Cassie shook her head. "No. You can finish yourself off in your seat. I wanna watch."

Cindy dropped into her seat and spread her legs. Her skirt rode up to her hips, revealing sexy yellow panties with a rapidly spreading wet spot in the front. She was already raring to go, and she wasted no time in pushing them aside and burying two fingers into her slippery hole. Loud slurping sounds began to come from her as she drove the fingers in and out of her sopping cunt, audible even over her panting and moans. She fucked herself hard and fast, her thumb rubbing her clit, her eyes never leaving Cassie's.

Cassie watched entranced. It was such an amazing sight. Her future step-mom masturbating lewdly in the front seat of her car; masturbating for her, her face smeared with her cum, because she had told her to. Staring into her eyes, letting her know that she was her slut. It was awesome the power that she now had over Cindy, and she knew that this was just the beginning. There was so much more to come.

She watched as Cindy came. Watched her body shake and tremble as the pleasure of release rocketed through her. Watched the trail of slime that clung to her fingers as she finally pulled them from her snatch. Watched as Cindy licked that slime from her fingers, smiling. She watched it all, knowing that she had caused it. And it made her feel good – very, very good. 

End of Part IV