7 comments/ 78216 views/ 10 favorites Careful What You Bet On By: babydollmiranda Careful What You Bet On... Ashley makes bet with online rival.. After a particularly busy day at the office I settled down with my frozen supper and logged on to see what was new with my favorite chat buddies. We were all professional women from the nation's capital in Canada who loved to read erotica and then discuss it. "The description of how she felt being stripped was accurate. Let's face it we're not all size 10's and it's bad enough in the bedroom with the lights on," said Sweetface. "Have you ever been stripped Sweetface?" asked Linda. "Yes. I lost a bet and a neighbor paraded me butt naked as the day I was born through my neighborhood. Man, it was humiliating, tits bouncing and all but it was also the most erotic night of my life." A couple of other women shared similar stories, all agreeing at the time they thought they would die of embarrassment but was no worse for wear, and actually admitted to still getting wet when they thought about their forced submission. It amazed me what all women, myself included, would say online. In my experience people were more honest and forthcoming with their feelings without having to be nice and polite as women were expected to do in society. "True, but put yourself in the other woman's shoes, wouldn't you just love to strip another woman, equal to yourself in society, and watch her tits bounce?" "Of course, we all would." I even had to agree. Women tended to be far more conscious of their bodies then men. We went to great lengths to portray the image that we wanted the world to see. Being made to strip all of our clothes off was the most humiliating thing a woman could experience, unless of course they were ripped off in front of other people at the hands of another woman. It was also the juiciest thing to watch. "Ashley, your thoughts? You've been quiet for a couple of minutes," typed Linda someone I had talked to for a couple of months now. "I agree. I'm a professional woman and act and dress accordingly, but I have to be, well, bitchy to stay at my level. And because of that it would be a dream to carry that in to my private life and have a woman at my mercy in private, no rules and no restrictions that society places on us. We all know that no guy could ever embarrass and humiliate us the way a woman can because we know each other's bodies and we instantly know what part of hers that a woman is embarrassed by and therefore can play it to the max. And that's not even mention how we can play with one another's minds." And so the conversation continued. As I read the posts I was amazed at how similar we all were. Sure we were all nice people, living in nice neighborhoods, who gave to charity, volunteered for causes, went out of our way for family but there was also another hidden side to us. The side that played hard, was very competitive, no holds barred, a cut-throat professional. At work our hair was perfect, finger nails perfectly manicured, make-up applied to get noticed but not be noticeable, dresses the exact length to be politically correct. And to think, that deep down we were all Bitches that wanted to expose the enemy bare. We wanted to rip every piece of clothing from our enemy and in doing so expose their every secret, every stretch mark, every pimple, and every gray hair. Women really were insecure little things that hid behind superficial things like clothes, make-up, jewellery and accessories. The ironic part was that our enemy could be another woman, our friend, our neighbor, our co-worker, simply because every woman had secrets and nothing was sweeter than exposing those secrets. For a couple of nights the same conversation took place with us all finding comfort in the fact that we were not alone. A lot of other women shared our interests and thoughts, and right here in our own city. "You bitches suck!" came a reply the next night. "If you had any guts you wouldn't hide behind superficial things like clothes, and get your self worth from a bottle like make-up and hair dyes," came a post from a Wendy. "We are not superficial!" I typed before I could stop myself. How dare she insult my new friends. "Oh ya, I bet your hair is blonde. You sound like a cheap blonde, on sale at Walmart was it?" Oh the war was on. I was quite proud of my own dye job. "Yes I am blonde but have more brains than you will ever have." I fired back. "What do you do?" "I am a very intelligent, successful accountant." "Oohh, big girl in a man's world. Whoppee! Care to take on a real woman?" "Any day, hon." I never backed down from a challenge and was extremely proud of that fact. "Wendy, what do you do?" asked someone. "I am happily married with four year old triplets." "Oohh, bet that hurt your body." "Of course it did. I will never be a size ten again." "So, have you read our posts lately?" "Yes, for a couple of weeks now. So, Ash are you really woman enough to take me on?" "I repeat, anytime. Just name it." I never backed down from a challenge. "Well, well. I'm impressed Ash. You surprised me. But I have to warn you that now everyone here saw you agree." The Bitch. "Why me, though?" We all were saying the basic same thing. Why did she single me out, I wondered. "Because, Ash dear, you sound bitchier. You know, higher up the scale means you know you have farther to fall." True, I didn't deny that for a second but I was positive I would not lose. I never lost. Confidence was one of my strong points. "It will be you who will fall, my dear." "So, sure?" "Absolutely!" "Well then, blondie, since most of these posts have been about you guys discussing a couple of particular stories in which one woman strips another woman, then I think we should do that. Then and only then, can we tell these women exactly, honestly, what it feels like to be stripped as well as doing the stripping. It will be totally fair, an unbiased account of the proceedings." "Yummy! Yummy! Yummy!" agreed Linda. I was taken aback at my friend's enthusiasm, but if roles were reversed I certainly would have been having the same thoughts as Linda. "Sounds fair. But in what way?" "I don't know. How about me meet in a motel downtown and fight with the loser submitting to the winner." "Fight?" I choked. Sure I fought in the boardroom but never fist to fist. "Well no, wrong choice of words. We are women, after all. We will have a strip/wrestling match. How about we wear identical outfits and the best of 5 wins." "Deal, but who will judge?" That sounded so much better than fighting, and actually sounded like fun. I was no model by any means but I had muscle. Oh, she was going down. "My husband and your boyfriend, providing they agree to help the winner and be fair. I can't wait to strip you as he watches on." "Agreed, but I think exposing you after will be more fun, loser." I fired back. "Ok, everyone. I will be on tomorrow night with the details. I'm sure you all want to hear about them. Have a great night, ladies. And Ash, don't think about me exposing you too much." The next day at work I couldn't believe what I had agreed to. Sure, I could get out of it but no way would I. I was thoroughly looking forward to taking Wendy down. I couldn't wait. A wife and mother of three, normally I would have had a heart but she was begging for it and in front of her hubby would be down right delicious. I couldn't wait. Careful What You Bet On Ch. 02 Thank you to everyone who emailed me. As always your thoughts and comments are invaluable and mean the world to me. I will respond to as many as possible. That night I raced home to see what plans Wendy had thought of. I quickly signed on hoping I would find out before Jeff, my boyfriend, came over. "Are you sure Ash? What if she wins? What if she is perverted or something? You've never met her. And even assuming she is sane, are you really prepared to submit to her every whim?" typed Laura. "She won't win. And yes, I'm sure. I am going to enjoy this. When did you find out?" "You kidding, as soon as I got back from my business trip, Linda emailed me. You two are the talk of the chat room." "Don't be so sure Ash because believe me your ass will be exposed a lot when I win," typed Wendy, who just signed on. "So long as you agree to the same terms," I challenged. Then added, "And you won't win," I said confidently. "Hmmm, we'll see. Ok, how about this Saturday night at a motel down town. You can reserve it but loser will pay. We will wear identical bikini's that have string ties. I'll buy those. Best out of 5 wins." "And what are the rules?" "Only women stuff allowed. No punching but certainly slapping, pinching, biting, hair pulling, etc. is allowed. You go out of bounds regardless of whose fault it is, you lose the match and a piece of clothing for the remainder of the game. You must strip your opponent (top and bottom) or pin them for a count of 5 to win a match. Both guys will count. Both guys also must agree in advance to help the winner. And of course the loser must submit to the winner until checkout on Sunday." "Sounds good." "And I propose that since we are both women and the stories that started this were sexual in nature, that our bodies are part of the game. Meaning, if either of us cops a feel on a bare breast, ass or pussy during the game, the 'victim' must not only allow it but remain in the exact position she was in when such touch occurred for a maximum of three minutes or whenever the winner breaks the contact to signal the resumption of the game. OK?" "Certainly!" I typed. "Who times?" "My husband Ron will time. He will bring a timer that will count down 3 minutes." "But we want to see!" typed numerous women. "Come on, you two." "Ok," responded Wendy, " Both guys will take pictures throughout the match. The loser's partner will take five of the loser at the end of the match and the winner will decide which ones are posted." "Why not all of them? You chickening out now? And between matches, why don't we post them so the ladies can follow the play? My boyfriend is in web design so everyone can see you lose your clothes as the game progresses and you are made to submit to me." "Certainly, I agree if you do." "Any limits for the winner?" I asked. "Well, I think exposure is a given. Loser must wear whatever winner wants or doesn't want until check out. And everyone loves to spank a bare ass, over the knee." Oh she was devilish. I loved it. "Why not whip it too?" "Ok, you bring your toys and I'll bring mine. Loser must submit and her partner must help the winner. Ok, blondie?" "Actually, since I'm going to have so much fun with your ass, why not Friday and Saturday night. Say, game at 2:30pm on Friday so winner has loser all Friday night and Saturday and Saturday night." "Wonderful. I love it. You make the reservations." "Great, I'll email you with the information and my phone number." "Great. I'll call you and if we are comfortable, we will proceed." I made the reservations at a classy motel down town and even reserved a limo that was included for an additional fee. Oh well, it would be worth it. I emailed Wendy the motel information but did not mention the limo. That night, she called so we put each other on speakerphone so Ron and Jeff could hear too. "Wendy, my boyfriend Jeff is here too." "Hi Wendy," said Jeff a little shocked that this was really happening but also a bit turned on by the idea I figured. "Hi Jeff. It's great to finally talk to you. My husband Ron is here too." "Hi Ron." I said easily. "Hi Ashley, be prepared, Wendy is very competitive and loves to win." "Don't worry Ron, so does Ashley. Believe me, she has no plans to lose," replied Jeff before I could form a reply. "I don't know about you Jeff but I don't care who loses, I just want to see them wrestle and watch the clothes fly off." "I hear ya, man." "So Jeff," asked Wendy, "if I win you've agreed to help me and will post whatever I want, right?" "I certainly will Wendy. You have my word. Scouts honor." "How do you feel about a bunch of local women seeing your prim, proper girlfriend's bare tush live and on the net, Jeff?" Jeff laughed at the Wendy's phrasing before he replied, "She knew the risks, but it could equally be yours so Ron, how do you feel about your wife's, mother-of-your-kids, pussy being bared to all?" "Same as you. She knew the risks so bring it on, just give me a copy of the pics." Both Jeff and Ron laughed before Jeff asked seriously, "How long do you want them posted?" "Till check out," I replied. "No way! At least 72 hours after so everyone can see right up to the last second and then talk about it next week. Besides, what's another couple of hours?" Jeff turned to me for my response. "True," I agreed. Damn these women knew how to play each other, thought Jeff with a smile, somehow knowing Ron was thinking the same thing. "Ok, how many privacy rights do you ladies want? I know just your chat group but can they save them? Print them?" "Oohh, yes please!" said Ron. "I agree, everything up and until 72 hours afterwards," said Wendy. "Agreed," I sighed. "I was going to put them on the main site as a link with a password to access," said Jeff. "Good idea Jeff," said Ron. "So, how simple do you want the password?" I was thinking Slut during the match and then the loser's name. "Sounds wonderful, Jeff. Ash?" asked Wendy. "Agreed, the more people that see your ass the better." "Ok, I'll set it up." "One room or two? I booked one but could get another," I asked. "One, if it's too much for Ron or Jeff, they can leave and go home." "Not a chance!" "Never!" "So are you two comfortable with this?" asked Ron. We looked at each other smiling, and both said "Yes, you two?" "Absolutely! Honey, your ass is mine!" Hi Fans of Ash and Wendy, Well, it's been a long week but reservations are made. Our two beauties will be in the room at 2:30pm. The first match will begin no later than 3:30pm. Please click the link below at 3:00pm. The before shots will be posted as soon as possible and will be followed by pictures of the matches as well as a brief synopsis of the match. It will be best out of five, with Ron and I judging, who personally want to see more skin but have promised to help the winner in any way possible to enrich the ladies' experiences. The password is 'slut' but will be changed to the loser's name, Wendy or Ashley. As a surprise, both have agreed to a live viewing at the winner's discretion. Directions and time will be emailed and posted. Enjoy! Love, Jeff (Ash's bf) PS No security rights have been installed so all pictures are printable and savable, which I personally encourage. Enjoy, I know Ron and I will. Careful What You Bet On Ch. 03 I worked till lunch before heading home to get ready. I was so excited. I couldn't wait to strip Wendy. Ironically, I had only given Wendy my size, 14. Neither of us knew what the other looked like or how far this would go. I quickly logged on and read Jeff's posting before I stepped in the shower to shave again, though the waxing I had done at my local salon looked great. Jeff was brushing his teeth and grinning at me when I stepped out of the shower. Apparently, my happiness and excitement were visible through the shower doors. "You could lose, you know." "I won't. I can't." I said confidently. "But you want me to help Wendy, if you do lose?" "Absolutely. Fair is fair. Go as far as you want with her or anyone else. No limits. Ok?" "Ok, honey." He kissed me on the cheek and whispered "Good luck." "You want me to lose?" "Of course not, but I'll be horny as hell if you do." What did one wear to a strip/wrestling match? I finally settled on navy silk dress pants and a cream cashmere top while Jeff wore black dress pants and a blue shirt, looking stunning as usual in his 6-foot average frame with brown hair and eyes. At precisely 2:30pm, Jeff and I knocked on the suite door and waited until Wendy promptly opened it and, paying no attention to me, hugged Jeff warmly and pressed herself against him. I stared at her rubbing against Jeff and looked to Ron who was simply smiling. Jeff appeared caught off guard but did not appear to object to the contact in any way. Just how far would things go this weekend I wondered? Ron was built similar to Jeff, tall, dark and damn good-looking. "What is it you do?" I asked making small talk. He smiled and looked at his wife as if sharing an inside secret. "Oh, he's a doctor," said Wendy. "Yes I am, and I can't tell you how much I am looking forward to this afternoon. Thank you Ashley for agreeing to take my wife on. Not many women challenge her little alone bet her." "Oh it will be my pleasure to bring her down. You won't mind helping me, umm, expose her will you?" "Certainly not. But I also won't mind helping her expose you." "Would you like a drink... Jeff?" asked Wendy playing hostess to my displeasure since this was suppose to be neutral ground and she was obviously getting Jeff to warm up to her. "A glass of wine would be great," said Jeff noticing Ron drinking the same. Wendy gracefully went over and poured Jeff a glass and brought it back and sat beside him, handing it to him so he had to touch her hand. I felt so awkward standing at the end of the couch, feeling very out of place in this cozy little gathering. "So, Jeff, I saw your post just before lunch. Very nice. Do you need help setting up or anything?" "Thanks anyway Ron but I'm already whenever the ladies are." To emphasize his point he flipped open his laptop and took out his digital camera. My nerves hit me at Jeff's sentence. The time was here. No getting out of it now. "Well, just don't be easy on Wendy if she loses. Believe me, she certainly won't be on Ashley." "We won't," replied Jeff easily liking Ron. Well, thank heavens for small miracles. Jeff said 'we', meaning he remembered I existed. Why was I starting to doubt myself now? "You know, part of me hopes to see Ash strip her bare." "I know, I feel the same way." "Isn't that horrible?" "Nope!" said Jeff. "They got themselves into this." "Very true, they did." "Any last questions Ashley?" asked Wendy. "What limits does the winner have?" "Hmmm, no bestiality, any sex must be safe and no degrading permanent markings, obviously red marks are not forbidden. Does that cover it?" "Very well. Thank you." "Who poses first? I assume you want them to be identical to be fair," asked Jeff. "She can, since I'm not ready," I replied. Wendy went and stood in front of the coffee table, just feet in front of Jeff and Ron, and smiled at them before turning and smiling directly at me. Never taking her gaze of me, she reached up and slowly undid each button of her white blouse revealing a bright orange skimpy bikini top that tied at her neck, back and between her perfect breasts. Wendy had a flawless figure. Far better than her clothes revealed. She had three kids? Her breasts were quite adequate but not large by any means, her tummy was flat, and skin a golden tan color. Knowing exactly what I was thinking about her body, as only other women can, Wendy smiled wickedly and turned to look at the guys. "Ready?" she asked. Both guys were too speechless to say anything at her brazenness and total openness with her perfect body so they merely nodded with lust filled eyes. Even several feet away, I heard the guys intake of air as they held their breath and watched this beauty unbutton her button and slowly lower the zipper before letting her pants fall easily to her feet revealing a matching skimpy bottom that tied just below each hip bone. Smiling cruelly, even in the guys eyes, she turned and directly faced me, daring me to look at her perfect body before she finally said in a whiny, impatient, teenage voice, "Your turn." I took the bag Wendy gave me and turned to go to the bathroom to change as Ron moved the furniture and Jeff prepared to take Wendy's before shots. "Oh Ash, wait, you'll want to see my before shots so you can pose the same," she called after me. "Good idea," said Jeff, not catching her double meaning that was not lost of me. And with that, Wendy turned and went over and opened the big huge picture windows, cascading the room with bright sunlight and waved to the approximately hundred people working in the office building across the street. I couldn't tell how many floors were above them but enough that a lot of people could now see in our room, if they chose too. And who wouldn't, with a scantly clad, 30-something, mother of 3, posing in the window and waving, wearing only a skimpy florescent orange bikini? Jeff looked shocked but then smiled as he realized just how evil this woman could possibly be and happily snapped the front picture of her with her perfect breasts, flat stomach, tanned body and oh-so sweet looking pussy that was barely covered by the thin material. Then she turned and waved to her audience again; this time allowing Jeff to capture her equally perfect ass barely confined by the material. Turning and smiling at everyone, Wendy confidently walked over and sat on the end coffee table, waiting for Jeff and Ron to get into position to see this. She winked at both of them before she turned to me and said, "Now watch closely for the up close and personal shot, Big Tits." And with that she tilted her thighs forward, thrusting all of her pussy up towards the camera. Only a small piece of skin hung against her suit. Damn she was in great shape. Next she leaned forward and placed her hands on her knees and tilted her shoulders back so every inch of her breasts were thrust forward. "Ron, be a dear and make sure I'm not touching myself." "Nope, no part of your boobs is touching your body dear." "Great! I'm ready." In all Jeff's years of experience, he had never seen a picture so perfect. It showed her confidence, spirit, slight bitchiness but also her pretty face, short stylish dark hair, perfect boobs and perfectly trimmed pussy. He quickly uploaded them and showed her. "Perfect! Your turn Ashley, Big Tits." Wendy beamed as I paled ten shades and in front of everyone. Quickly I turned and ran for the bathroom. Oh my God, I thought. I was a good ten sizes bigger than Wendy was. Though not flabby, I had way more padding then Wendy. I cringed at my body while Wendy loved hers, and with good reason. Sure, Wendy was in control now but I knew that would change cause size and strength were differently with me. Oh how I couldn't wait to take this Bitch down. I pulled up my bikini bottoms, cringing at my flabby legs, thighs and fat butt as I struggled into the bikini bottom. Luckily, my waxing worked and no hairs were visible I thought thankfully as I tied both sides in place. It certainly was thin material I realized as my dark hairs were noticeable close up, but that was the point wasn't it. My tummy hung an inch or so over the material which caused me great embarrassment but nothing I knew to the embarrassment I would feel when Wendy saw me. Now as I stood up and reached for the top piece, I couldn't help comparing every blessed inch of my body to Wendy's. Everything was just...well, heavier, fatter. Ugh. I turned the top and tied it securely backwards and then pulled it around so the tie was in the middle of my back. Next, I pulled the cup parts up and tied them in the centre between my mounds. Oh, lord! I forgot my top was two sizes bigger than my bottoms so even though Wendy bought the correct size I asked for, it barely covered my breasts. I knew the style was meant to show skin on both the sides and underneath, but this was almost indecent. Heck, even without breathing I was close to popping. Resigned, I stretched the two cups as much as I could to cover myself and then tied the two strings behind my neck. As a last thought, I pulled my hair into a pony tail, took a deep breath and headed for the door knowing I had done the best I could and would take comfort in the fact that stripping Wendy bare would make up for this little embarrassment. I took two steps in to the living room and stopped when I heard Wendy gasp as I was forced to let everyone...well, look at me. Flab everywhere, tits drooping and almost popping, small roll on my tummy, wide cheeks allowing my bottoms to reveal more skin than it covered. "Wow, Big Tits is right. They're huge." Cheered Wendy as she stepped around me and lifted my arms straight out so she could adequately see. "Hey! Inspection! She cheated! Her knots are double tied. No far!" Oh lord, I knew it was true. I forgot that rule. I quickly reached for them when Wendy said, "No way. Let Jeff. You'll cheat again." Everyone watched Jeff carefully redo all the knots being careful not to expose me, just yet. He retied them as tight as possible but the strings were so silky that they wouldn't hold tight, it would be very easy to undo these with a simple tug, he thought. He now also knew how flimsy the material was. Heck, one hard tug and it would rip so easily. Oh man... This promised to be good. He looked over at Ron, who obviously also knew how thin the material was and how silky the straps were. Ron smiled and shrugged. Jeff smiled in return, agreeing with his unspoken statement that it was definitely fair since both we wearing the same. "Ok, her before pictures!" cheered Wendy like it was Christmas. "Make sure she is exactly like I was." "Ashley. In front of the window please," asked Jeff. Reluctantly I faced him and placed my arms up spread, exactly like Wendy had done. It was embarrassing to stand like this in front of Jeff, Wendy and Ron. Wendy appeared to be studying my suit in great detail, memorizing the knots. Oh dear. "Ok, turn around and wave," said Ron. "Wave?" I choked. "Yep, she did." Trying to just get this over as quick as possible, I reached up and waved. "Oohh, nice cheek. You'll be glad you waxed when you see this picture." Damn Wendy! As her meaning hit me, I could feel the cold air definitely hitting my cheek. The majority of the material on the left side was definitely in my crack, leaving my bare cheek defenseless and exposed for the camera and Wendy's wisecracks. "Ok," whispered Jeff. The soft tone of his loving voice helped me more than anything. "Oohh goody, goody, goody. Now the close up. Let's see those tits hang, Big Tits." I didn't wait to be told and instead moved voluntarily hoping to get this over with, taking a seat on the end of the coffee table, leaning forward with my hands on my knees. "Exactly!" snapped Wendy leaning over Jeff's shoulder on the couch to see and giving him a massage in the process. "Ash, please lean forward," asked Jeff softly. Thank goodness for him being here, I thought even though he was moaning softly as Wendy worked his muscles. "Good. Now dangle," said Ron. I adjusted humiliated. "More," said Ron. "Please!" I pleaded, with whom I didn't know. Jeff reached to the edge of the couch and turned the laptop screen to show me Wendy's picture already posted. "A lot more Ash," said Jeff. "Shoulders forward so they are totally hanging." I moved and adjusted a lot more. Jeff looked pleased. "Ok?" Jeff asked everyone. "Here, let me see." Wendy reached over Jeff and put her hands under my breasts. "Nope!" she cheered triumphantly. "More! They are still touching her." Jeff looked and confirmed Wendy's diagnosis. "They are Ash. More." "But I'll pop!" "Pop goes Ash's tits," sang Wendy to the tune of Pop Goes the Weasel. Even Jeff laughed with Ron at her song before he said, "More Ash. Fair is Fair. And need I remind you that you told her to go first and choose the poses. Now dangle! It's almost 3:30." I slowly moved a bit more utterly embarrassed as I looked down and watched the material slowly let more and more of my breast show. My whole breast was now visible and areas of my light pinkish/brown areola would be seen any minute. I saw Jeff realize this and look up at Ron and Wendy, who both smiled wickedly back. Oh ya, they saw and were enjoying my misery immensely. "Keep going, Big Tits," said Wendy. "But I'll pop! Please!" "Oh well!" cheered Wendy. I couldn't take it anymore so I closed my eyes knowing the material was definitely heading towards the nipples and letting my areolas come into view quite nicely for my audience. "And just think, Big Tits, you offered Jeff's services," said a delighted Wendy. "Uugghh!" I groaned. "Aren't you glad Jeff?" asked Ron. "Hell yes!" "Just a bit more...a bit ... more...there!" cheered Wendy. I looked down horrified just as Jeff snapped the picture. The material was hairs away from my right nipple, which meant... Oh no, suddenly I had a horrible realization. I knew everyone was watching me but I couldn't help it. I snapped my head to see my left breast, which was far bigger than the right. Sure enough, the edge of the nipple was starting to show very nicely. Jeff snapped again with me looking right at my slightly exposed nipple, horrified. "Good thing this turns you on Ash or you would have popped before the game even started." Wendy's statement couldn't have been truer, I thought sadly. Then she continued, " But what a way to give everyone a glimpse of what is about to come. I'll have to remember how huge your left tit is. Surely, I can't miss if I go for it. Oh, and can I clarify that losing your top and bottom in a single match is game, right?" "Yes." "And since we're both women, nothing is off limits right as we discussed." "Right." Jeff turned the screen to show me my pictures before he posted them. Still sitting on the coffee table, I leaned forward to look at the screen at the exact same time as Wendy leaned over the arm of the couch and almost into Jeff's lap. "Oh no!" I cried. "Please retake." "Let me see," said Wendy as she fell completely into Jeff's lap. I watched shocked as Jeff lifted the laptop up and set it in her lap, which was sitting comfortable in his. "Majority wins. Ron what do you think? I absolutely love them. The view of her cheek is cute but her face-on is priceless. I think it adequately and honestly shows her mammoth tits about to pop, rolls on her tummy flopping over her bottoms and her embarrassment as I watch on." "Ron, dear?" "Post." I watched Jeff hit some buttons and knew instantly the he agreed with them over me as he posted them even before Wendy reached up and kissed his cheek singing "Goody! Goody! Goody!" Careful What You Bet On Ch. 04 Two professional ladies meet online and challenge each other to a strip-wrestling match with loser submitting to winner for the weekend. Please read the first chapters to fully appreciate the background. Please include email addresses if you would like a reply and don't forget to vote. Thanks. * I turned and faced the area where we would fight, obviously in front of the window which made sense given it had the most room. Everything but the couch had been moved out of the way. The couch was moved out three feet to mark the boundaries. I knew I had to focus, especially after Wendy's preshow antics. "Ok, ladies it's 3:20," said Ron. "A repeat of the rules, assuming no one is backing out?... Ok good. Best of five matches win. We'll use a count of five which Jeff and I will count. All hair pulling, biting, scratching, pinching, licking, sucking, removing of clothes is allowed. No punching. Any hand or tongue on the victim's bare nipples, breasts, pussy, ass or cheeks will result in the victim stopping immediately and fully submitting to such intimate contact, regardless of how such part is being violated. The victim may not resume movement until such hand, tongue, lips or mouth is fully removed or three minutes have passed at which time the game will resume. Failure to do so will result in loss of the match. Going out of bounds, by choice or not, is immediate loss of match and removal of one item of clothing for remainder of game. The loser will submit fully, without question or hesitation to the winner immediately following the game. Loser's partner will fully help the winner. During the game, both partners will fully help the aggressor in any way possible to humiliate, embarrass, expose, or violate the victim. It is understood that everything will be posted on the internet for five full days after checkout. Submission will begin immediately and last till Sunday morning at 11:00am. Any and all pictures will be posted as the winner chooses by Jeff as well as the time and location of the loser's live show to occur sometime before 11am on Sunday. If you specifically want a picture during the match, just ask. Good luck ladies." "Round one. Go," said Ron. Immediately we went for each other's shoulders to hold the other from getting too close. I kept my arms close on her neck to block her grabs as we circled, while she looped her hands behind my neck. I expected her to knee me and push me down with her hands to which I was planning a counter attack. However, before I realized what she was doing, if anything, I saw Jeff move around to my side. She had carefully pulled my straps out and held them with her fingers while she undid the loop at my neck but held the tension on the straps so I was none the wiser. The first I thought anything was when she said "Now!" She quickly took a string in each hand, turned to face me and brought both straps and the flimsy material down over my chest before she gave them a final chuck and let the following material hang exposing my bare boobs for everyone. Just as quickly, I was scrambling to cover myself, knowing Jeff got at least one picture of my bare boobs, when she grabbed my ponytail and swung me around facing the window and forced me to my knees with her weight. With her left hand still holding my pony tail, her right hand quickly reached around and grabbed my bare boob, to which she confidently said "Three minutes please." As Jeff slowed down the snapping, I knew he caught everything from the untieing, letting it fall, me grabbing uselessly, to me now hanging helpless as he clicked away with Wendy's laughing as background music. "Picture!" she cheered again. "You wouldn't!" said Jeff obviously shocked at whatever she was planning. "You refusing so soon Jeff?" "Certainly not. Pose Ash away." I looked at Jeff confused and he just shrugged giving me no clue what she was planning. Then I felt her hand on my hair tighten as she forced my head up and said, "Say hi to your friends." Oh no, the office building was way higher than we were and people were watching us. I was on all fours; helpless for at least another minute as she forced me to watch them watch my tits dangle and bounce. Which thanks to her, they sure did as Jeff captured it all. "Ok, 5, 4, 3, 2, resume play," said Ron. Now thoroughly pissed off at her, I quickly pulled my leg under me then used it to kick her in the stomach before I tackled her and quickly flip her for a count of five. I quickly stood and put my top back on the best I could to the amusement of Ron. "Ash 1-0," typed Jeff as he sent the pics of Wendy undoing me, dropping me, and milking me for our audience before the one of me flipping her, "though it was an exposing experience for Ash. Check them out. Cheers, Jeff." "So Big Tits, did you enjoy my feel? You wet yet?" "Remember dear, I won. And that's all you'll see of me!" I spat back at her. "Round Two," said Ron. "Ash 1, Wendy 0, though Ashley's tits are now fully on the web for all to see. Both of us were obviously thinking the same thing as we watched each other's bottoms. Tits were one thing but pussies were another. I couldn't wait to expose her pussy and have it posted on the web. Oh what fun next week's conversations would be. I couldn't wait. Ok, focus. No more mistakes. Wendy lounged to my right and I went left completely missing her. We played this game for a bit before we both kind of ended up hugging as we circled around. I had longer arms so I quickly swat her butt. She was quick. She pinched my nipple hard at the exact same time. Both of could have easily gotten the tops but we both knew we wanted ass and pussy and now! In no time we were on the floor rolling. I was on my back but quickly recovered to my knees and grabbed the tie at her right hip and pulled hard definitely loosening it, just as she grabbed my two hip ties and pulled hard in opposite directions. Both of my ties were on the verge of being completely loose. I let go of hers and immediately grabbed for mine, which were now loose, before the material could have a chance to fall. Jeff was in position and waiting for Wendy's material to fall until I cried "Nnooo." I watched Jeff quickly turn confused to see what it was that I was pleading for not to happen. "Oh damn, honey," said Ron. "Oh Jeff, pictures please." "My damn pleasure, sweetie. Ok, ready" Wendy had made no move to stop her right side from falling but instead had watched me grab instinctively for my entire bottom, where both sides were undone. She watched me helplessly place a hand over each grabbing the strings before any of my pussy was revealed. Which played directly into her hand. There I was, kneeling on my knees facing her, my right hand holding one side and my left hand holding the other and I was utterly helpless to do anything but watch her draw attention to my predicament. "Care to let go of your straps and stop me?" I had never felt so helpless in all me life. I did not know what to do. I watched her make 'come to me' signs with her fingers and knew not only was she going for my pussy but also she was going for my g-spot, which was supersensitive. Damn, I'd come apart in front of everyone. Somehow I knew that she knew exactly what to do with a body, not to mention a helpless body that she would be in full control of for three minutes. But the alternative was equally as bad. I'd have to expose my pussy and/or ass to her, and thus the net. If I let go, she could still easily outmaneuver me from her position and cup my sex and hold me for three minutes for the camera anyway. "Well?" Prompted Wendy. "No, I won't stop you." Her laugh was pure evil as she left me there waiting for her to make her move. I thought about trying to get away but I knew she would counter anything that I could think of. So, I had to not only watch but also allow her to reach her hand out toward my pussy, slip a hand under it, feel around under it and stick two fingers up my pussy. "Three minutes please." Wendy stroked me lightly as she managed to reach back and retie her string but then said "Ride, Big Tits, ride." She stroked me harder than I could have imagined as I thrust towards her hand, moaning and groaning, helpless to do anything but ride out the pleasure she was giving me. Just before I came, she turned and toppled me for an easy count of five given I was still holding my strings. I lost the round but was thankful that nothing else was revealed since she very well could have chucked my bottoms from me or at the very least my top again. "1-1," typed Jeff on the web site, "like the first round Wendy came on strong. Ash untied Wendy's hip string but Wendy countered by untying both of Ash's forcing Ash to use both hands to keep them up. Wendy gave Ash the choice of losing her bottoms and resuming play or remain kneeling and let Wendy finger her. While fingering Ash, Wendy managed to retie herself and give Ash a damn good riding before toppling her for a five count. Best of 3 now. Enjoy. Jeff."