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A Wager Gone Wrong

By: CatherineH



It started, innocently enough. My husband and a close friend had talked about doing a all day poker, March-madness get together. Having been married to him for nearly 10 years, I'd grown accustomed to the idea of college basketball and the back seat that I'd inevitably take in March. Personally, I didn't enjoy watching on TV but did enjoy gong to them in person. I was more of a people watcher I guess. I loved crowds, despite being painfully shy.

So, I had cleaned and prepped the house with treats like a good wife should or at least using the idea to coax myself into doing it. I'd actually was looking to getting away for the afternoon why the "boys" yelled at the TV and each other as the "boys" typically do. My husband and his friend were/are life long friends, more like brothers than friends. I'll call him, "Jarrod" despite that is not his name. After all, he may read this as well and I'd rather that he not realize it was me repeating the events that week end.

At one pm and a Friday afternoon, (I don't work and the office was closing for the weekend rush of games), the games were starting and the crowd started to meander in, typically one at a time and sometimes in groups of 2-3. A total of 16 people were expected, 8 people per table for the ideal poker game, or so I'm told. We had one real poker table, but had to use the dinning rom table as a second table. I had made a green felt slip cover for it to add to the "atmosphere" of playing poker, but didn't really expect to get complimented about the effort.

Most of the men my husband had invited were similar to him, approaching 40, white and unlike him, not very attractive. However, I didn't see a straggler as he came to the door and nearly shut the door on him with my back to him. I was started by the exclamation of "Damn, I don't have to use the back door do I?" 

I quickly opened the door to see a slender black male, probably in his mid-thirties, standing there. I apologized quickly and indicated the rest were in the family room and motioned him that way. Unlike the others, he seemed less interested in the game then he did with making me feel uncomfortable for shutting the door on him.

"So, I don't have to around back?" he said

"No of course you don't." I responded quickly. "I just didn't see you as I had my back to the door. I'm sorry, please accept my apologies." I added, trying to be the gracious host.

"Well, maybe I'll accept," he said with a little gleam in his eye that seemed sly, or at least when some one thinks their being sly and aren't. "Or maybe I won't, we will have to see won't well." he concluded, smiling at the last.

At that time my husband and Jarrod were walking by and said in unison, "It's J.P." My husband walked up and ushered him and announced to the rest that everyone was here and they could start the buy in, or something like, what ever that meant. I'd no interest in poker and actually don't even like to gamble, but figured that boys will be boys and at least I knew where mine was at. Being a little bit of a control freak I liked that.

My husband new that I was playing on leaving and where they were set up and where I was at and would be leaving were not visible from one to the other. At least it would be quite. So, after putting the remaining laundry away, I cleaned my self up and went out shopping. Like I said, I enjoy crowds. Well, I enjoy buying things too, but mostly I just like getting lost in the crowds. In fact, I was gone so long, nearly 6 hours, I thought that hubby was going to have been worried. However, when I pulled up to the driveway, I noticed that there were far fewer cars there then when I left.

I walked in and found that only three people remained. My husband who grinned manically when I walked in, Jarrod, my husband friend, who looked like he always does, stoic and indifferent and the man they called J.P. (I found out later that J.P. stood for Julius Pauls). While they were sitting at the table, the Indiana game had started and that was dividing their attention. In the next hand, J.P. took the remaining portion of Jarrod's chips, who after a couple polite, it not terse remarks, excused himself from the table and left.

That left my, the hubby and J.P. Evidently, the hubby had had a really good afternoon with the cards, and J.P had not, though the winnings he had taken from Jarrod took the sting out a little. My husband, he told me, had over $600.00 of chips in front of him. J.P. remarked dryly that $150.00 was his contribution to the shopping fund. While the laugh sounded friendly, his eyes I saw were less so. My husband, wanting to watch the game rather than play any more poker suggested that they end the game and cash out as is. J.P. had objections to that, stating, "I'd like to get my money back?"

"Nah, we've played for 7 hours and it is getting late, and com' on the games in the second half." He said, almost pleading with J.P.

"Well that is all fine and good for you." J.P. replied. "You have all the money and a hot little wife. I'm getting to go after getting my balls busted. It isn't fair."

"Thank you for the compliment, but the game is on, I'm cashing out." He said. Maybe next time you can get a chance to get some of your money back." Smiling a genuine smile.

Grumbling, J.P. conceded and started to count his chips up. It was then that the game on the TV became a good deal more exciting. Indiana had just lost a lead to a team that I leave out on a three point shot. There was less than 50 seconds in the game and Indiana had the ball. J.P. then turned to my hubby and said, "I'll give you 2-1 odds that Indiana doesn't come back to win this game for the money I'm done."

"That's a sucker bet. No way I'm doing that." He remarked during the commercial. "Besides, I never bet on Indiana basketball. I'm not objective and hate feeling like that. He turned to me and said, "well, how about you sweet cheeks?"

Evidently, the TV networks were slow in coming back to the game and Indiana had hit a 3 pointer of their own to take a two point lead and 42 seconds remained on the clock. Without a second thought and before J.P. could get a word in edge wise, I said, "Okay, I'll take the bet." 

My hubby grinned but didn't turn his head from the screen. J.P., who I guessed like to gamble said, "Ok, baby your on, but You have to stake something other than money, if you don't have it on you right now!"

I pointed to the table, to which he interjected, "Nope, that is my money, not yours." "You need $150.00 bucks to cover the bet. Here is my $300.00." As he pulled out his wallet and laid 7 $20.00 bills next to his chips.

Unfortunately, I'd spent my wallet dry buying things that I thought at the time I needed, but now felt that I needed not have to purchased the stuff. My husband, glanced over at me and asked what he had missed. I told him and he indicated that the rule was that money was on the table or the wager was lost. He indicated that the game was flowing Indiana's way and it wouldn't likely matter anyway. J.P. said, "Heck man, I'll let her use collateral. It wouldn't be sporting after all if I shot my mouth off and didn't back it up?"

"Ok," I stated calmly, "what is that you want?" 

"Well, I love what you've done with the place. I could use with a maid at my place for the remaining part of the week end." "Being a bachelor, I've let the place slip a bit. So you'll have to do what ever I say for the week end. Agreed?"

"OK" I said, a good deal less calmly than before but noticed the Indiana had hit a free-throw to go up by two with 22 seconds left. With the TV time-out, J.P. stated with out emotion, "You know of course, I mean everything from the moment that the game is decided til this time Sunday night?" 

"Yeah sure, what ever." I said.

And then the worse thing that could happen happened. An Indiana player had stolen a ball and was driving in the lane and was fouled, which of course was missed by the official. However, they didn't miss the coach running out on to the court slapping himself in the head. He was immediately call for a technical and the opposing team was rewarded a shot and the ball. To make a long story short, they made the shot and then made a three point shot to go up by two with 8 seconds left. The inbounds pass was tipped and stolen and the clock was ran out in the scramble.

I stood their dumb-struck, open mouthed. J.P. only laughed as he held his stomach.

"That's it baby, time to pay up." 

My husband only shrugged his shoulders and turned, evidently to set some ground rules. However, J.P. said immediately to my husband who had raised one finger, "Nope, don't want to hear it. The bitch lost and that is it." He sneered. "If you welch on this, I'll tell everyone that does business with you that you did.

J.P knew that threat was good as my husband was really aware of his business reputation. I stepped in and said to him, I made the bet, it is for me to sort out. I had to admit that I was both upset and little excited. I'd gone from not liking to gamble to gambling to now wondering what "everything I say," really meant.

He said, "Okay, I understand. However, there needs to be some limits?" 

J.P. said, "There is, what ever I say."

I turned back to J.P. and said to him, "That is it, you win. I'll go pack and be down."

J.P. said, "Nope baby, you go upstairs and get the following three things: 3 inch heels, black if you have them. A short black skirt and a white tee shirt. Nothing else. Understand me?"

My husband started to object, but I said, it was my doing, I have to live up to the wager." I then turned and walked briskly upstairs.

"Oh my god, what the hell was I doing?" I couldn't recall feeling like this for a long time. I knew what was going to happened, was a little bit looking forward to it as I could really just let it go as being part of the wager. I found a skirt, which was really dark blue. It was above my knee, but was not obscene. It had layered ruffles and hid my wide hips nicely. I had plenty of tee shirts and grabbed on that said Reebok on it and then the heels. I returned downstairs with them.

Inspecting the items, J.P. said, "fantastic now put them on." This gave me a start, but I saw that he meant here so I started to undress in front of him. I did so with as much dignity that I could and hid behind as much of the items I was changing into that I could. When I was finished, he whistled his approval and I looked over at my husband, who was reddening with controlled anger but said nothing.

"Now baby, I want you to go and grab two clothes pins, we have a minor alteration to your maid outfit. I walked in the heels, my breast bouncing with ever step, but at least my butt was covered and muted completely by the thick skirt. I returned to him holding two clothes pins having no idea what he had in mind. He took them from me and then eyed up my breast intently and could easily determine that my nipples were hard. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder to my husband. "Damn, do you see these, they are as hard as rocks. I think that the may just pop through the shirt."

Not receiving any kind of reaction from my husband to told me to place the my hands behind my head. I did so and he immediately put both pins on my nipples at the same time. "Now, go and get a pair of trimmers or shears and be quick about it.

I moved quickly, the heels making my breast bounce even more so as I felt an urgency of the order. I returned from the kitchen with the scissors. He then ordered me to place my hands back on top of my head. He then moved around me, cutting away my tee shirt, it turned out that the clothes pins were to gave mark as to how high he could go and keep my nipples covered.. Unfortunately, I' was not a young gal anymore and there was more sag than perk. However, he was a patient cutter and had the shirt completely cut with the bottom of my breast exposed.

He with out remark, removed the clothes pins at which I gasped from the pain and told me to head out to his car. My husband, now rather upset, shook his head, but seeing that I had done this, was willing to allow me the opportunity to resolve my own debts. I started to the closet to grab my coat which generated, "I didn't tell you to get your coat did I bitch?" comment from J.P.

Now I was scared. Despite it being late, I knew that neighbors might see me. I had too a reputation that up to now I thought was safe. This might forever change that. I turned to protest only to see J.P hand my husband a note pad with his address on it and hear him say, "At 6 pm sharp on Sunday you can come and get her, not one minute before. Understand?" He only nodded his understanding.

And like that I was out the door with him behind me, swatting my ass to move me along when I slowed up. Fortunately, there were no neighbors out to see me, but it was already very cold in the March night air. It was going to be a long week end.     

A Wager Gone Wrong Ch. 02



Thank you for the many positive remarks. Despite the early morning hours which I had snuck down to the system to work on the submission and subsequently left several typos and mistakes the patience that you expressed (for the most part that is ) is much appreciated. A little background for this is as such: The wager is true. I lost a bet for the purpose of actually going to clean a friend of my husband's place up. I did go later that day, not with him and had actually worn an apron and lace cap (but fully clothed under that....my idea actually). I'll leave it to you all to decide what actually happened after that). Thus said, this is a story of an actual wager I made and loss which involved a black man, if that turns you than please don't read further. Some things have been altered and others have been, to this point, only fantasized about by me.

I know that I had left everyone off with too much detail as to how I got into the predicament which I was in and not enough detail as to what you all like to read about. I just wanted to find out if anyone else was as interested in the events as to want to learn more. So, having previously given a general description I'll provide a little more detail for you all.

As noted, I'm a red-head. Fair-skinned almost to the point of being pale. Damn nordic heritage really prevents any kind of tanning, the sun really only making my freckles stand out more. I typically wear my hair in a pony tail and have styled bangs. Nothing too fancy. My hair is kinda long, being above the middle of my back, but unfortunately I have to keep trimming the ends as split-ends really devastate my hair.

I'm hardly an attractive women in my opinion, but I have cute qualities. Much to my chagrin, I'm too heavy for my liking. I'm 15-20 lbs over-weight at 155lbs. I'm only 5'4". I wear, depending on which manufacturer line of lingerie I'm wearing at the time a 36c or 34d. Like I said, time had started to get the best of me and there is too much sag. I could easily hold 2 pencils each for you gals that know what I'm talking about.

The rest of my measurements are not as flattering. As a 30-38, time has left too little sand in the top part of the hour glass and too much in the bottom. However, I retained the girlish charms that got me by in my youth. I had been told by several others, even after I was married that I bounced in pleasing ways, both coming and going. Sometimes it was more vulgar than that, but a girl loves to get attention none-the-less.

So, there I stood at the car door. Having walked out in the cold March night air and standing next to a locked car door. J.P. walked up behind me slowly, but with out turning my head I could feel him walking close behind me. I'd thought when I felt his breath on my neck and heard the keys that he was going to unlock the door for me first. However, he reached around me and pulled my very short tee short over my left breast and pulled gently at my nipple before sliding the key into the lock.

"Good, you didn't object." said J.P. "I'd nearly expected you to do so considering your reluctance to before."

To be quite honest, I was shocked and thinking about how friggin cold it was and didn't realize what had happened until I got into the car and realized that my breast was still exposed. I quickly adjusted the tee shirt as best I could and sat still in the passenger seat as J.P. walked around the car to get in. After starting the car he turned to me and didn't say a word but only grinned and patted my knee. Driving off from the curb onto the road.

It had not occurred to me that sitting in the SUV that I was so much higher than other cars dressed the way I was. It felt like being in a fish bowl. Previously, I was both extremely turned on by the degree of control that J.P. had exhibited and a little frightened. However, I'm certain that other gals will confirm that the loss of control in a situation like this is a form of excitement. Now on the other hand, the game seemed more real than before. I had to admit that I held in the back of my mind that the gag was on me and that after a quick route around the block and then back home.

Now, I was as worried as I was eager for the attention. As wet as I had been, the combination of the cold air and the dawning realization that I was in a car with a man that I had met only briefly once before I shot my mouth of and made the bet. He was at least 10 years younger than my husband and 4-5 years younger than myself. He had a strong and defined jaw line. No blemishes that I could see and closely cropped hair that was flattened out on the top. All in all, he was reasonably attractive.

It was obvious that he was once an athlete but had in recent years learned that a life at a prestigious firm and a good salary did what it does to everyone, make them soft. However, he also retained his youthful looks and his build was still much more chiseled rather than flabby. I was surprised that he only played AM radio, listening to the local sports talk radio show that was airing the next game that was being played. Men and their sports! He had the wife of a co-worker sitting half nude in his car next to him and he was worried about the score of the game.

Maybe, I wondered, that I had read too much into what was going on and the outfit was his way of getting back at me for being patronizing to him. Was I really only going there to clean his apartment? He hadn't acted inappropriate in the car or made any remark that I would have thought he might have, but then again, I was surprised that he didn't have some awful music with the bass blearing so load people down the street would here. I admit, I was jaded by stereotypes and learned more about myself during the car ride than I would have liked.

So, more than a couple long stares and at least one gawking of some passerby motorist later we had arrived at his residence. I had assumed that it was an apartment and surprised to learn it was rather a side by side duplex with a detached single car garage. The duplex was located in a cal du sac which was quiet and reasonably well kept. More importantly it was poorly lighted. At least I was safe from others seeing how I was dressed and where I was going. After the garage door had been closed again, he turned off the car and then calmly asked, "How are you doing?"

"Fine I think," I replied, hesitating and then blurting it all out at once.

"Well, I know that you should be nervous. I'd be if I were you." J.P. grinned at me disarmingly. "A beautiful women like you, dressed like you are, sitting in the cold garage should be thinking of what is going to be happening next?"

"I'd be lying if I didn't think that something isn't going to happen." I told him, stiffening as I felt my resolve returning. I had graduated from a tough Masters program and put myself through it before I had met my husband. Confidence was not something I had lacked before. I was feeling more at ease in the garage, still hidden from the eyes of others. For what ever reason, despite being a little turned on by the thought of some exhibitionism, living it made me assess how reckless that I had been.

"Good, that will save some time. For now, just be aware that on the way over I have thought of a surprise tomorrow night for you out here. Now, lets get inside. I'd rather not miss any more of the game than I have." With that, J.P. simply pulled the keys out the ignition and got out. I had not moved by the time he had closed the door. He snapped his fingers and motioned me to get out of the car with urgency. I complied and sighed as I opened the car door and walked to his side.

"Ok baby, here is the deal. I did win that bet, even after you tried to snowball the wager thinking to take advantage of me. I'll re-coop that in due time, but for now, I want to hear you state what it is that I won." J.P. looked my straight in the eyes while he said this.

"I understand that our wager was that I lost and have to do what you say until 6pm Sunday." I responded, with a little too much attitude in my voice with the 'yeah yeah yeah' in the tone. I'd not known where that came from or why I had acted like that. But it did piss J.P. off quickly.

"Listen Bitch, I didn't ask you to take the bet, you did. You and only you put yourself in this position. Hell, if you wanted to welch on the bet do you think I could have stopped you?" He said forcibly. "You wanted to come because you wanted to come because you are bored and need attention." He continued to ramble on in some dominate/submissive phsycho-babble that I hardly listened to. My mind kept going over the 'if you wanted to welch on the bet do you think I could have stopped you?' remark he made. It was true, I could have if I wanted to. That meant I really wanted to come then. Oh my, was I that bored and unsatisfied at home?

Til now I had not thought so. After only a second of reflection, I realized that I was. At some point while I was lost in the newest of several revelations that day, he pulled my by the much too high cropped tee shirt and lead my out of the garage and to his front door which was enclosed by a low wall. After some fumbling around with the keys, he was into the front door with me following closely behind. 

The first thing I noticed was that in the foyer his house was both very nicely furnished and nearly immaculately kept. "What the hell am I going to clean." I thought to myself as I looked at what was possibly the most inviting and warm bachelor pad that I had ever seen. Martha Stewart would have been happy. Being a women, we notice things like this. He had throw pillows which matched the other furniture, which went well with the carpeting. He had a fireplace neatly arranged and the mantle had several picture frames of older black women who must have been is grandmother and his mother. All in all, the place looked down right cozy.

Without preamble he went for the sofa, grabbed the remote and turned the TV game on. Evidently the game was half through and the announcers began talking about the games following this one. During a commercial he got up and quickly grabbed himself a can of Pepsi and returned to the sofa, this time, reclining at an angle, one foot propped up on the sofa, the other still on the carpeting.

After about ten minutes, he looked up and noticed that I hadn't moved but didn't say anything. A couple minutes after that I found my voice and asked. "May I call my husband to tell him we have gotten here ok?"

"Sure." he responded flatly, never taking his eyes from the TV set.

Thinking that more was to follow, I waited. When it appeared that he would not be adding anything else, I moved to call. I looked around and couldn't see one nearby. Evidently, sensing that I was about to ask he stated, "around the corner, in the kitchen, on the right hand wall." Walking as he informed me, I quickly found the phone. I dialed the number with a slightly unsteady finger. The phone at home was almost immediately answered by my husband.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Honey it's me, I just wanted to let you know that I'm here and I'm ok." I assured my husband.

"Are you sure?" he asked hurriedly. "I mean, he hasn't pulled anything on you has he?" Concern in every syllable.

"No, he hasn't," I responded, "I'd have thought that he would have gotten even bolder but he hasn't. All he did was touch my knee in the car and then only as a quick pat to reassure me that I was ok." All but forgetting the denuding of my breast and the quick nipple pull he gave me getting into the car. "He quite frankly is behaving like a perfect, if disinterested, gentleman."

We talked for several more minutes and it was evident that my call had calmed us both down. He actually was making a little joke about getting me an intervention to curb the gambling addiction that I seemed to have recently developed. Shortly afterwards I hung up and walked back into the living room. I might as well get into the role of being the maid after all.

The game seemed to be going poorly for J.P. as a I learned later that he and several of his friends would have something called a bracket which filled out in advance and guessing correctly earned points and the highest point producer won the winner take all prize pool. At $100.00 per person and over 20 people a $2,000.00 purse was something worth watching for. Not that it made much sense to me but evidently an underdog he picked to win several games was losing in the first round. He rambled on that maybe tomorrow night would make up for it. Which was even more confusing for me.

When the game ended he motioned for me to sit besides him. I did so quickly. 

"Ok bitch," switching back to the aggressive demeanor that he had at my house, "this is going to be your first task." He swung his feet to the ground and sat upright on the sofa. After doing so, he grabbed my hand and lead me off the cushion and around his leg to a position where I was between his two spread legs. A bulge forming in the groin of his pants.

Releasing my hand he told me to lift both of my arms up over my head. I did so, trying to keep the tee shirt from slipping up and over my breast. It was a futile if not silly attempt as both of my sagging breast slid out from underneath my top easily. "Now, I want you to go outside through the patio and walk out like that and go to the clothesline and bring back the clothespins from the clothesline. Be snappy about it too bitch."

It didn't take too much imagination to figure what my immediate future held for me, but I complied quickly, only lowering one hand to open the sliding glass door to the patio. I moved uneasily on the uneven ground, snow still clumped in mounds in some places where the sun had not been able to melt it away yet. My breast bounced as I walked in the heels on the uneven ground as they were not held in place by any bra or restraint. The cold air made my nipples immediately hard.

The jutted out as I returned from my errand like two sizable pink gum balls. I returned to the still splayed legged host who had me dropped the bag to his hands so I didn't have to lower my hands too far. It was obvious that he enjoyed looking at the pale white breasts that hung before his eyes. Taking two clothespins from the bag, he held one in each hand and quickly placed one on each nipple. The combination of the cold air and the sudden jolt from the clothespins made me yelp.

By now the bulge in his groin was clearly visible. His cock was outlined definitively around the tight denim material. With my hands still held above my head he told me to kneel. On my knees, with my cheeks on the heel of my shoes in front of him, my breast ended up right on his lap. The clothespins snagging on the folds of his clothing.

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His cock, no longer restrained by the heavy material, flipped out of the boxers he wore underneath and landed on one of the clothespins. It hurt like hell briefly and then it was all hot as I had a black mans cock resting next to my breast. I could feel the heat coming off him like that of an iron. He was as hard as one too. 

"You know baby, I'm a full nine and half inches." he said with pride in his voice. I continued to stare at it and could believe it. He was huge. Not only the length, but the damn thing was as thick as my wrist, well nearly. All I could say was, "it is absolutely beautiful J.P." 

"Oh, I know. Wait until you can see what it can do baby," he smugly claimed. "Now you know why you are kneeling don't you bitch?"

"Yes I do," I responded, not being able to take my eyes off the beautiful cock in front of me.

With out a second prompting, I inhaled the musk scent of his groin and ran my tongue over his cock greedily. The wonderful black cock jumped every time my lips and tongue touched it. I finally was able to put my arms down and I grabbed his cock, first with one hand and then with two as I couldn't get my hand fully around it.

I had always thought that the stories in magazines were tripe when they read, and she lost her self in a wave of lust when she had it in her hands. It was, however, exactly what happened. I worked that cock like there was no tomorrow. It felt so alive in my hands and in my mouth that I couldn't savor the taste enough. My eagerness was paying dividends as J.P. was responded vocally to my services.

"That's it bitch, eat that cock," he coaxed me as the head of his cock filled the back of my mouth as I continued to pump my white hands, still wearing my wedding band, around his cock, but never letting go. "Go ahead, try to deep throat me bitch. I betcha you can't," he laughed at his own joke. Looking up with his cock still lodged in my mouth I tried, but failed getting only just past half in as his girth was just too much for my throat.

I tried and gagged several times before he grabbed the pony tail and back of my head and screamed out that he was coming. And come he did. It was like a water tap running it came and came and came. I couldn't keep u with it, but his taste was actually for arousing, but he finally pulled out and shot his last spurt right onto my nose. His breathing was ragged and sweat glistened on his forehead. There was a huge smile on his face. There was still cum clinging to his cock and head. He looked at me and smiled. I understood what was next as I took the cock head into my mouth to clean of the cum. Once finished to his satisfaction, I felt his cock getting hard again when he took it out of my mouth.

It was then that I noticed that the rest of the cum that I had not swallowed ended up on my tee shirt. I was amazed at how much seemed to be there. How long did he cum? 6-7 spurts? I had lost count. I may have lost count when I got close to, but not quite, my own orgasm. My wetness was running over my calf and ankles. It was like I had sprung my own leak.

After gathering himself, he looked at me and said, "was the bet worth it? Was it worth it to get to service a strong cock like mine?" He added, "is it worth it to have me as your master this week end?" I responded with nods and he bade me to say it. Which I did, "Oh yes J.P. I have never swallowed so much cum and almost orgasm my self from giving head. It was incredible. It is worth the losing of a wager to have the opportunity to serve you."

"Good," he said, "then you tasks are not yet over...."



A Wager Gone Wrong Ch. 03



(Again thank you for the many positive remarks. They are very much appreciated. For the others, if this material offends you please don't read it, my slide into depravity only worsens as the story goes on, which for you that have trouble with, is more true than you may wish to accept.)

*

So, there I was, kneeling in front of an intoxicating-ly erotic man with the most wonderful cock I had ever seen. I was amazed at who I thought I suddenly was aware. Prior to this day, I was a rather prime and proper lady that would have used the word "penis" to describe male genitals. Now, I was half naked, kneeling in front of a man that really didn't have to order as much suggest what I was to do. I was simply overwhelmed. 

Previously, I'd not been too sympathetic with people, men are women, who claimed that they got swept up by events and ended up doing things that they later regretted. Now, I can relate to their claims. I was on my knees, mostly glad to be there, but a little ashamed by both being there and having enjoyed it. It was several minutes before J.P. said something.

"Honey, it isn't going any where and neither are you it would seem."

I blinked myself back into the present moment and realized that my hands were still gripping the steel-hard cock. One hand above the other, like when I played high school softball and was gripping the bat. While my hands were quite dainty, the shaft of this magnificent cock still would have extended above and below the hands of a larger gal. I had the impression that it wouldn't matter what I did or how hard I squeezed, I wouldn't be able to make any mark on it at all.

There, looking at it while kneeling in front of him as he sat on the couch, still watching the game, but trying to seem as if he were paying attention to me more so, I realized that I loved looking at his cock. The head was especially captivating. While the wonton lust got the better of me moments before and I had to slake my thirst, I allowed my self the opportunity to gaze and appreciate the wonder before me.

The head of J.P.'s cock was rather wide an, kinda flat, like that of a snake. It struck me then that the comparison made had more truth to them than it was appreciated. Oh, I had a couple lovers before I met my husband. What gal goes through high-school and college with out some clueless boy rubbing themselves all over you. So, I had seen a couple penis' before, but the metaphor was never more clear than now.

His head, still swollen and slick with the remnants of his seed and my eagerness, was slightly more purple near the tip. The whole head reminded me of a freshly baked loaf bread, with the slit at the tip of his cock being nearly, much longer than my husband's, half the height of his head. It parted slightly as if anticipating being eaten. And like scent of freshly baked bread, I loved the aroma it had and realized that I was going to need more to eat.

Realizing, or at least appearing to, that I was having some thoughts along this line, J.P. said, "Go ahead baby, do it. I know that you want to." With a knowing smile on his face that I was quickly learning to understand he continued, "It is obvious that now only you want to, you need to don't you?"

Grabbing lightly a hold of my bangs, he chuckled and pulled my head down to his wonderfully marble hard cock. However, once my mouth was sealed firmly around his cock, he let go of my hair and told me to look him in the eyes, which I did, not removing my mouth from his cock, which I was already thinking of as mine. "This time bitch, you swallow it all! After all, you are here to clean, so you are going to start with cleaning the mess that you will be making in, oh, about 20 minutes." He patted my cheek and added, "because I'm not making you another top to wear, understand?"

I moved my head slightly to nod my understanding to him. As I closed my eyes to savor the taste of his manhood, J.P. had reached down and found the clothes pins on my nipples. Grabbing them, he once again lifted my breast off of his thighs. My eyes opened immediately at the sensation running into my nipples as courses of electric delight ran all over. J.P. smiled and tilted his head ever so slightly and then quickly turned the attached clothes pins a quarter turn.

The experience was mind-blowingly incredible (no pun meant). For as he did that, my already wet and dripping pussy spasm in orgasmic delight. The rush to the orgasm, building for quite some time now, was so sudden that I forgot that I had J.P's cock in my mouth and I bit down on him. He jerked slightly but that was all I felt of his response. All I could see were swirling colors or heat and wonder as I had reached climax as I had not done so for seemingly too damn long.

After several pounding heart beats had passed, I'd recovered enough to blink away the passion induced blurry vision. I had realized that I had clamped down rather harder than I would have thought prudent on J.P's cock. However, he was so hard I didn't even feel that would have left a mark on his incredible cock.

I was quickly corrected when J.P. chastised me by saying, "Damn it, if you ever bite me again, I'll slap you fucking silly, you get me bitch?" He then slapped me across my cheek.

I was surprised and shocked that he reacted this way and had let alone even felt my passion- induced, and quite involuntary, bite. I was positive that he couldn't have felt it. However, the anger was there in his eyes. His response was real, not planned or contrived. I must have been more forceful than I could recall. Not wanting to upset him further, thinking that I may not get what I realized that I would need next.

"I'm sorry J.P.," I said as I took him out of my mouth, thankful for the opportunity to move my jaw a bit, "but I couldn't control the forced of my orgasm, it was too strong. I'll never do that again, I promise." It came out almost as a pleading pout rather than a defense and excuse.

"Never mind that now, you have a mere 16 minutes left, get to work bitch."

Thankful that he was still hard, I attacked his cock quickly. I still had his cock gripped firmly in my white hands, so I leaned his cock towards my mouth and ran my tongue over the head of his cock, finding the slit of his head ripple on my tongue. I took several flicks of my tongue directly on this slit, leaning back to watch it open slightly. I had the impression that I could see down into his cock and if I worked at it, I could slide my tongue down into him. I could fully get the tip of my tongue, which is a little more pointed at the tip than others, but no more. 

This however, drove J.P. nuts. His large cock was in tandem with a pair of egg size testicles. They were nested in a rather hairy scrotum that easily hung past my chin as I had him in my mouth. I could feel his "balls" grow red hot as I slid one hand down to his testicles to fondle them and coax them into giving me my reward. The other hand continued to slid up and down on his hard shaft as I continued to lavish his head with kisses and licks.

Then I took him completely in mouth, partially into my throat in one quick bob of my head. Pre-cum oozed from his cock and I moved back to place my mouth directly over the slit, my lips forming around his cock as if I was drinking from a straw. Within my mouth, I flicked my tongue over and over his opening slit again to get every drop of his pre-cum that I could obtain. It was then, with less warning than my own orgasm gave me, he came.

He flooded my mouth with his incredibly salty and thick cum. His hand holding the base on my pony tail so that my head was held in place, though I wouldn't have moved from the tip of his black cock if I could prevent it. Six spurts later and several swallows more, he shuddered and his rock hard cock flipped out of my mouth quickly, trailing a strand of cum down my chin.

After catching his breath he said, "Good, then you tasks are not yet over...." 



A Wager Gone Wrong Ch. 04



(Again thank you for the many positive remarks. They are very much appreciated. For the others, if this material offends you please don't read it, my slide into depravity only worsens as the story goes on, which for you that have trouble with, is more true than you may wish to accept)

After catching his breath he said, "Good, then you tasks are not yet over...." 

After that I was, in what I thought was rather abrupt, dismissed with a wave of his hand. Informed that the bed room which I was to sleep in was a small room, hardly more than a walk in closet with a single futon set up with an old flatten mattress. With the knowledge of what I just done was both wrong and completely thrilling, I allowed myself to collapse to the worn mattress.  The mattress was so used that it was hardly more than covering to the futon frame. Nearly all the bedding inside was flatten to the point that as I laid down I could feel each slat.

I knew sleep wasn't was this was used for. If not to make things worse, I noticed a strong aroma on the futon. I immediately recognized the smell as the potent scent of J.P. As I turned and leaned on my elbow, I saw that the entire mattress was one stain upon another. The mattress must have been witness to literally hundreds of powerful ejaculations. And then in my mind's eye, I saw each one play out over and over and was envious of all the other gals that received the joy that must of gone with each one.

Five minutes before I was exhausted from the night's events and could have fallen asleep on a rock. Now, on something only slightly less comfortable I was wide awake and dripping wet from the unfulfilled promise of being taken and the scent of the man down the hall that completely altered my life over a stupid bet. A married white wife and mother, married for 14 years and 36 years old, respectable in nearly every way, now panting heavily just because I was snuggling this bold and rude man's seed stained mattress.

Then and there I knew I would do what ever he wanted.

Finally I feel asleep in the small hours of the night after I had fingered my throbbing clit raw. My juices mingling with the semen stained mattress that I sucked on to quiet my moans. I awoke later in the morning than I was accustomed to, just after ten in morning. I could hardly get out of bed I was so sore. My mind asked if I just didn't want to leave the scent of the mattress. I surprised that I wasn't awoken by J.P. as I heard he was up and moving downstairs. Breakfast was cooking from the smell of it. It would be nice for once to have breakfast made for me.

He had already eaten and was cleaning up his plate and was on the phone when I came down the steps. I was still in the ridiculously too short tee shirt and the skirt, but I wasn't in the heels he had me wear last night. He motioned to a place where a glass of orange juice was poured and a plate with an omelet was made with buttered toast awaited me. Other than the pointing to the table were my plate was, J.P. didn't even look at me a second time.

His conversation on the phone faded in out of ear shot as he wondered over his house. I was able to pick up, "oh, yeah, you can bring him..." and while talking to was obviously a different person, "yeah, why don't you bring your father." I had no idea what was about to happen. But when J.P. sat down next to me I attempted to be coy with him as I put my hand on his knee as I grew bolder.

He said, "Bitch, we don't have time for that. In about half an hour, you are going to be making me some serious money!" Now, finish this plate up and get showered. A half hour later, I was in the garage, tied up to a saw horse. I ha been laid length wise on the saw horse, straddling the horse with my feet hanging off the ground and mt arms tied behind me. My breast fell to other side of the center bar on which my chest bone rested on.

A gag was added before JP left. He was gone for about 10 minutes before he returned through the door way. He, however, and not surprisingly, was not alone. There were several voices, all talking too quickly and over one another so that I couldn't make all them out. They entered the hot garage from a door that I was facing away from. I was now acutely aware that I was more than just restrained, I was on display. The skirt, too short to begin with was now resting on top of my bottom and with no panties to save my dignity, I was visible to all that walked into through that door. What was once complete arousal soon turned into building terror. I had not counted on this. JP's tone said all that it needed to when he spoke.

He voice was blunt and had what would only be called humor by locker room bullies. He quickly made introductions to the five other voices as the door to the garage was closed. "Well boys, this is the whore I told you about last night and this morning." The rest of the exchanges were too quick for me to follow as I wasn't focusing on them. I had thought back to who this started. I had been a sexually frustrated wife from a decent marriage and thought I was being given a week end of reprieve that I had secret desired for more than a couple years now. Now, I was bent over a padded saw horse, straddle length-wise, feet and hands inches above the ground, with not even my breast completely covered from their view. I thought that I might be in for more trouble than I had anticipated.

However, the talk made me even more wet as I had accepted that I was about to be exploited and taken advantage of in a most glorious fashion. The wetness slicked the vinyl padded saw horse. I grew a little more excited when my heartbeat slowed and I could hear what JP was telling his guest. Evidently, they were there to bid on me and any activity the wanted to have me do or do to me. He gave examples as to hand jobs and blow bobs, who goes first for each activity. He almost sounded like a Cruise Director with an itinerary. Despite myself, I kind of chuckled. 

In the hot stuff garage, the small sounds of buzzing flies seemed louder than I would have thought. There was an older man, a grandfather from the sound of it, was being allowed an honorary pass of being allowed first go. He asked, "may I spank her fat ass, I hate white bitches?"

JP replied, "Yes, of course you may, but it will be $20.00 to do so and you may only get five swats."

Gramps as he was called by a voice that sounded younger than the others, huffed in response, "hell, is that all, it be worth it to be the first to be able to put her in her place."

Five forceful slaps to my ass was met with a warming sensation on my backside and the guffs of laughter from those egging him on. Soon, all the other men felt that they had to get in some swats as well and $100 bucks later, my bottom was quite sore. The pain from my red hot ass caused me to sweat and strain against my restraints. Sweat had now socked my shirt, not that there was much to begin with. My hair was starting to hang wet on my neck, the pony tail hanging damp to one side.

The next man, electing to suggesting, "licking her plump ole titties."

JP remarked, "Sure, what do you think it would be worth?"

He responded, "we they are some plump titties, but they sag too...I say $10.00 bucks." Another man quickly said, "hell, that be worth at least $20.00, which was meant with general murmur of approval." 

JP then had moved around me on the saw horse and attached four chains to each leg of the saw horse, just below my hands and feet and I felt my self being pulled upwards. Being blind folded, I had no idea how high I was off the ground. I don't normally suffer from vertigo but I was happy that I couldn't see.

I then heard the man that bid $20.00 bucks underneath me. Evidently I was raised over 5 feet into the air and he stood under me and took my left breast and nipple into his mouth and sucked and licked like he knew what he was doing. His hot mouth felt incredible as he sucked my nipple between clenched teeth. He started to move to the right breast when JP reminded him, that he paid only for one breast. So, to get his money's worth, he went back to my left nipple and continued to suckle. He was then joined by another mouth that had evidently paid for one breast too, my right breast. This man was not as talented as the first, he just simply nibbled and bite my breast and nipple. The pain was more than I liked, but was arousing none the less.

To be continued.....